I felt the somewhat ambiguous emotions between the two of them.
Yang Pan'er rolled her eyes and quietly pinched Shen Yu behind her.
The latter's face was light and calm, and he didn't seem to notice it. He just said: "Yaochi and Xizhou are tens of thousands of miles apart. Are you here to slay demons?"
This is obviously untrue.
He Pianpian stared at the other party with her beautiful eyes and said directly: "I'm not here to slay demons, I'm here to escape from marriage."
"Escape from marriage!" Yang Pan'er exclaimed.
"Yes." He Pianpian said firmly.
Yang Pan'er's face was full of disbelief, and she asked in a low voice: "You are the Saint of Yaochi, and you are still being forced to marry?"
"That Holy Lord has determined her marriage to Kunlun Wan Jianyi since she was a child." Shen Yu suddenly interrupted.
He Pianpian looked calm.
Yang Pan'er opened her mouth wide and stared at her blankly.
This news was even more shocking than Master Yan’s previous sermon.
In the marriage between two holy places, one of the parties actually chose to escape from the marriage.
If this spreads to the spiritual wasteland, what kind of waves will surge up.
But it was obvious that He Pianpian didn't care and said softly: "Others refused to help me, so I came to you."
Shen Yu sighed and said, "Want me to act with you?"
He Pianpian nodded and said quietly: "If the people in the spiritual wilderness know that you are my Taoist partner, no one will force me to become a Taoist partner with Wan Jianyi."
Hearing this, Yang Pan'er's expression became dull and her little head couldn't turn around.
There is no such thing.
As soon as they met, Shen Yu was asked to be his Taoist companion.
There is also this overbearing thing.
What should she do?
Yang Paner said loudly: "I don't agree."
The words fell.
The eyes of the three people in the room all fell on her, some were puzzled, some were amused, and some were thoughtful.
First, He Pianpian kept looking at him.
Then there is Zhao Ji.
As for Shen Yu, he was calm and calm from beginning to end, as if this shocking conversation had nothing to do with him.
After a long time, Zhao Ji said softly: "Mr. Shen and He Xianzilang are talented and beautiful, how can it be your turn to oppose them."
Her tone was full of sincerity.
Shen Yu is the proud son of Daozong and the number one among the younger generation.
He Pianpian is the Saint of Yaochi, the most beautiful woman in the world.
In terms of identity, status, and talent, there is no one in the entire spiritual wilderness who is more suitable than them.
However, Yang Pan'er didn't think so, and struggled and said: "You can't become Taoist companions anyway, it would be unfair to Wan Jianyi."
He Pianpian thought for a while and said seriously: "Things in this world are not fair. Everyone has thought that he and I were childhood sweethearts since we were young. We have similar physiques and are natural Taoist companions. But who knows, I don't like him, and he doesn't like him either. Dislike me."
Yang Pan'er blinked and asked, "Then why does the Holy Master want you to become Taoist companions?"
He Pianpian sighed: "Kunlun Yaochi has been inherited by the Taoist sect since ancient times. The saints and saints of each generation are Taoist companions, because this is related to a very important skill of the Taoist sect."
Yang Pan'er said oh, feeling that the matter was a bit tricky, and it seemed that she couldn't handle it with her own ability.
So she looked at Shen Yu again.
The latter shook his head and said with a smile: "You can find Li Yi or Zuo Tai'a. If that doesn't work, Xi Jiu from Liubo Mountain can barely do it."
He Pianpian glared at him and said, "Do you think the Holy Lord will believe it?"
Shen Yu was silent.
Things in this world are never without reason. When Shen Yu fought against Nightmare in Yaochi that day, the Holy Master was right in front of him and saw with his own eyes that Shen Yu sacrificed his life to rescue He Pianpian from the formation.
Only he is logical, and the Holy Lord will not doubt it.
But this is not a very simple matter.
He Pianpian is the saint of Yaochi and the saint of Kunlun.
Zi Tianding's Taoist companion, if he agrees to this request, he will face a lot of trouble.
And Shen Yuben is a person who is afraid of trouble.
Wan Jian came straight to the door after a while. Although Shen Yu knew that he had no feelings for He Pianpian, he was the Holy Son of Kunlun, so he had to take action.
Then, countless geniuses from Linghuang who admire the Yaochi Saint will come one after another.
The most important thing is that Shen Yu never thought of doing such a thing.
This journey is to Qianliu City, then into the East China Sea, and finally to the Dragon Palace in Wuwu Sea.
If He Pianpian is brought along, things will have many variables.
For a moment, the venue became very quiet. .
Everyone has different thoughts.
In the end, Shen Yu didn't say anything, just raised his whip and flew towards Xiguan City.
And He Pianpian also flew into the carriage in an instant and sat with Yang Pan'er.
Zhao Ji was dumbfounded and followed after a long time.
Along the way, several people were silent.
There seemed to be an indescribable emotion in the air.
…
Xiguancheng.
The most important pass on the western border of the Tang Dynasty.
There was a mixture of fish and dragons, including Tang Dynasty cavalry, practitioners, casual cultivators, and businessmen.
At this moment, there are many more scholars coming here from all over the world.
The Master came and told stories and sermons.
For practitioners in the world, it is an extremely grand event.
In addition to the nine holy lands, there are countless large and small sects in Linghuang. Many of them are great practitioners who have never been to the upper three realms.
Their path of spiritual practice was almost cut off.
And preaching, to them, was a great feat in the Holy Land.
It is the academy’s compassion and kindness.
Nowadays, Western Continent is invaded by creatures from the sea of blood. Although Central Continent is peaceful, there have been many evil cultivators in recent years. Many people have even seen the Southern Barbarian monsters occasionally crossing Nanhe City.
In this stormy situation, countless people are eager to improve themselves.
As a master of Zhongzhou Academy and a great figure in the sage realm, he can preach in a small town like Xiguan.
For many nearby sects, it is nothing short of a huge event.
Even the general of the Tang Dynasty who was guarding here welcomed Master Yan into the mansion with great respect.
At the same time, a high platform was built in the center of the city and preparations were made for preaching.
There is one day left until the day of the sermon.
In the general's mansion.
Yan Shigu held the scroll in his hand, looking at the night sky, wandering around.
A wisp of vague and awe-inspiring aura emitted from his body, and then echoed with the extremely dazzling stars in the sky.
Just for a moment when the stars shine.
The awe-inspiring energy suddenly caused a tremor, and then the whole world fell into chaos.
puff.
A stream of Yin Hongxue's blood spurted out from his mouth, dyeing the book in his hand red.
for a long time.
Yan Shigu calmed down the pain in his heart and murmured: "I never thought you were a demon body. Even if you are a demon body, so what. The dean said that in the world of cultivation, there is no distinction between humans and monsters. As we move forward on the road, everyone will You are a pioneer, and only ordinary people will regard you as a devil."
"You have never done anything harmful to nature, so why do people all over the world say you are a devil."
"Mu'er hates me to the core and is not even willing to listen to my explanation. But you know, how could a father harm her?"
"This time I came to the west not to seek survival, but to seek death. I owe you too much, I owe Mu'er too much, so the matter will be settled here."
Under the dim light, Yan Shigu's face was pale, his breath was coming out in disorder, and he was in a state of struggle.
…
A dilapidated hut in Xiguan City.
The woman in red was lying on the bed, staring at the roof.
The bright red sword was placed close to her waist.
The third-ranked killer in the Land of Thousand Rivers.
The woman known as the curtain girl now had an unprecedented look of memory on her face.
The look of her mother when she was dying was unforgettable to her.
Although someone had told him that his mother was the daughter of a demon, so what if she was a demon.
Don’t you deserve to live in this world, don’t deserve to live in Zhongzhou, don’t deserve to live in the imperial capital?
Those sanctimonious people do things that are even more cruel than demons.
The whole world praises them as saints.
She wants to kill.
I want to kill all the gentlemen in the world.
Even if he is connected by blood.
…
A mansion not far from the dilapidated house.
A tall middle-aged man stood in the pavilion with his hands behind his hands.
Looking at the unstable starlight in the sky, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and a smile appeared on his face.
This former abandoned disciple of the academy, now the envoy of Tiancao, looked a little playful at this moment, and spoke towards another part of the darkness.
"Interesting, Junior Brother Yan is finally willing to step out of that prison and come to the world to meet his inner demons. It seems that the old master in the academy is not old-fashioned either."
In the darkness, a floating voice sounded: "With the death of Lu Wenyu, one of the seventy-two sages in the academy will be missing. There is a gap in the formation that maintains Zhongzhou. It is impossible for Wen Ruohai to safely cultivate books in the academy. That’s it.”
The conversation between the two people is obviously related to the whole world.
Obviously, the owner of that voice in the darkness must have a high status.
And Li Qinglian knew the secrets of the academy and Zhongzhou, and was still an angel of Qianchuan, controlling the most powerful organization in Linghuang.
What he wants to do is huge.
After the voice fell, Li Qinglian shook her head slightly and said softly: "Everyone in the world thinks that there are only seventy-two sages in the academy, but who knows that Yan Shigu entered the realm of sages ten years ago. This is the place where Lu Wenyu, the seventy-third sage in the world, is dead, and he is the seventy-second one. That great formation still cannot be shaken."
"So, you let her daughter come out, lure him out of the imperial capital, and plan to kill him here." A hoarse voice came from another direction.
Li Qinglian turned a blind eye to this and said calmly: "If you want to kill a wise man, Yan Mu's level is not enough."
"Then you still want to do it?"
"Lu Wenyu sacrificed his life for righteousness, and Yan Shigu also had his own way. Dying as a martyr is the destiny of a wise man."
"Martyrdom...? Confucianism practice is to cultivate the mind, for the sake of heaven and earth, for the livelihood of the people, and for the saints. From tomorrow on, you will either become a saint or die."
"No, he will only die."
As Li Qinglian's voice fell, the entire courtyard fell into silence, and there was no movement at all.
After a long time, Li Qinglian breathed out.
That kind of gloomy death aura is a bit unbearable even for a strong man of his level.
In the land of Qianchuan, there are actually strong men of this level.
Li Qinglian looked into the distance indifferently, with an uncertain expression.
