The only one who could make Xianyan Xianzun anxious and angry was Wenrenxian. Shui Miaomiao gathered her mind and moved forward in the direction pointed by Xianyan Xianzun.
"Wait a minute." Immortal Master Xianyan called to Shui Miaomiao and asked, "Where is the Thousand Feather Crane cloak? Put it on, the wind is strong above the Tongtian Monument."
Shui Miaomiao, who was dressed in plain clothes, was so delicate that she could be blown away by a gust of wind. I was really afraid that before she could persuade Wen Renxian, she would take advantage of the wind and fly away.
Fortunately, the green gray of Qian Feather Crane's cloak is not eye-catching, but Shui Miaomiao is the only one on the monument to the sky where everyone comes and goes in plain clothes.
The plush on the Thousand Feather Crane's cloak half covered Shui Miaomiao's face. Shui Miaomiao clung tightly to the Thousand Feather Crane's cloak without squinting. This was allowed by Xianyan Immortal himself.
White flags were fluttering, people were coming and going, all frowning and worried.
Shui Miaomiao moved forward steadily, curious in his heart. It seemed that no one was looking at him after he stepped in the direction pointed by Xian Yanxianzun.
She didn't know that the layout of the Babel Monument could be changed, and the space could be divided and overlapped.
The transformed altar rises solemnly and solemnly from the ground. It seems to be completely natural with the huge platform of the Babel Monument. It is so sacred and majestic that those who approach it will breathe lightly.
Wen Renxian's back gradually came into view. He knelt in front of the altar in silence. The loneliness wrapped around him made Shui Miaomiao feel sad and slowed down his steps.
No one looked at this place, and all the passers-by performed different kinds of worship and left on their own.
This space is separated from the outside. People inside can see people outside, but people outside cannot notice the people inside.
"You're awake, are you feeling unwell?"
Although Shui Miaomiao stopped moving forward, Wen Renxian had already noticed it.
"Yeah." Shui Miaomiao responded softly and walked to Wenrenxian's side, but didn't know what to say.
Xianyan Xianzun asked himself to persuade him, but he said that he couldn't persuade Wenrenxian, so don't come out. Xianyan Xianzun believed in him so much, but how to persuade him, Shui Miaomiao couldn't even empathize with him. arrive.
I feel like I am really becoming more and more cold-hearted.
Not much sadness, just the uncertainty of fate.
Shui Miaomiao has always kept a respectful distance from the Saint Yuan Ancestor.
The murderous intent that night, the disregard for the rabbit, and what he heard underground, the Saint Yuan Ancestor seemed to have always known about Hua Zhengxian's little actions, but he didn't know that all she did was to resurrect the devil.
So if... you can't think like this, Shui Miaomiao shook her head and stopped thinking wildly. The person has passed away, so she shouldn't continue to think wildly.
The Holy Ancestor saved the world of gods and demons.
If he had been the only one at that time and was discovered when he broke into the formation, he would have been lucky. The Saint Yuan Ancestor held Hua Zhengxian back and allowed him to complete his first murder.
As for the demon, Shui Miaomiao still doesn't know how powerful the demon is. She only knows that its bite is very painful, but the words of the demon are very scary, so the real demon should be more terrifying.
Forget it, let’s kowtow to the Saint Yuan Ancestor first. He has also been kind to me as a preacher, and I also want to thank him for settling the feud between the Yancheng Jian family and the sharks.
Wen Renxian suddenly grabbed Shui Miaomiao's wrist. Shui Miaomiao was stunned for a second, then put the idea of kowtow behind and held it back with all his strength.
The loneliness and loneliness around Wen Renxian made Shui Miaomiao not sure what to do. It was impolite to break in without permission, but this was Wen Renxian's initiative.
"My master is dead." The confused words, I don't know how to dismantle them, are blown away by the wind and cannot be captured.
The force on her wrist disappeared and her hand slid down. The words just now seemed to come back to her. Shui Miaomiao held on tightly and refused to let go, unwilling to let Wen Renxian shrink back again. They were in a stalemate.
"You go back first."
Although Wen Renxian's hand did not hold Shui Miaomiao's hand, it was still holding it lightly and no longer slipped.
"I'm here to accompany Master."
"I also want to accompany my master, but my master is dead."
Shui Miaomiao opened her mouth. To her, it was Saint Yuan Ancestor who died, but to Wen Renxian, it was his master who died. He was the master who taught him cultivation since he was a child and made swords for him to help him beat people.
Although as Wen Renxian grew up, he could feel some impurity, but if you look at it as a master, the Saint Yuan Patriarch was 100% sincere.
Wen Renxian never made any malicious assumptions. He was grateful to everyone around him and wanted to be affectionate, but he was always forced to be cold.
If everyone expected or thought he was that character, then he could be, but he's not.
Hearing the news of the death of the Saint Yuan Ancestor, Wen Renxian didn't show it on his face, but he was already so sad that he couldn't help himself. His internal organs were torn apart so much that it made him want to vomit, but he was more at a loss.
What should he do?
He should kowtow a few times, then turn around and leave, and then go catch those resurrected demons to be his immortal spiritual kings, but he can't do that. His body is more honest than his thoughts.
He has been kneeling in front of the altar for several days and nights. The space has been separated and no one can see him. It seems that Wen Renxian should not kneel in front of the altar and feel sorry for himself...
I knew that Wen Renxian couldn't listen to anything he said at this moment.
Asking for condolences is also the most hypocritical and useless sentence. How to express condolences? How to express condolences? I am very sad right now, why do I have to suppress my sadness?
Those who are truly sad do not need to express condolences.
Those who are not sad have already stopped mourning, and then go to persuade others to mourn.
Shui Miaomiao also covered Wen Renxian's hand with her other hand. In fact, sometimes all Shui Miaomiao wants is someone to cry with her, or a place where she can cry, audibly. All are condolences.
Shui Miaomiao's hands were cold, but Wenrenxian's hands, which had been kneeling for several days, were also cold. They were both cold and tightly entangled, giving rise to a bit of warmth.
"My master is dead." It was still the same words with helplessness.
Wen Renxian's hand moved slightly and scratched Shui Miaomiao's palm. Shui Miaomiao trembled slightly and then held it tighter. Wen Renxian pursed his lips and started talking.
"My master is dead, and I don't know anything. I didn't even see my master for the last time. I just woke up, put on plain clothes, and then was led here. My master is dead, and nothing is left." Next, he didn’t even leave a word for me. Master, he would rather have Xian Yanxianzun by his side than see me. What’s wrong with me, because my cultivation has not improved? Master has already Am I disappointed..."
Wen Renxian's grief and confusion were revealed for the first time, like a child who had lost his way in the fog, but he still remembered the adults' words not to cry, not to scream, not to be rude, not to collapse.
Shui Miaomiao let go of Wen Renxian's hand.
My heart felt like a broken beat. No one likes to hear complaints.
Before he had time to react, a shadow enveloped him, bringing with it a slight heat. The surroundings instantly became silent. Wen Renxian could only hear his own heartbeat that was getting louder and louder. He was surrounded by Shui Miaomiao in the Thousand Feather Crane Cloak. among.
Shui Miaomiao pulled Qian Yuhe's cloak, hugged Wen Renxian and patted her gently on the shoulder. She really didn't know how to persuade him, and kept talking back and forth. She just wanted Wen Renxian to relax and stop blaming herself.
The death of Saint Yuan Ancestor cannot be blamed on anyone.
"My master is the best. Why do others think I don't know? But I firmly believe that my master is the best. The best is my master. Whether he is smiling, happy, angry or sad, he is the best in the world. I If you have the best master in the world, you can brag about it. Master, you also have the best disciple in the world. The disciple has the best cloak in the world. It is airtight and isolated from everything. It is like another time and space, a time and space that belongs only to you. ·······”
