"What are you? You want to save people, but have they been rescued? Do you know that you saved others and pushed your own sister and childhood sweetheart into another pit of fire?!"
"Have you ever considered whether Yan'er is willing to marry? If she marries into the Chen family under such circumstances, what will the Chen family think of her?! Do you want her to be criticized by others all her life and live for you?"
"I won't say more about Chen Zexing. You know his feelings for you. It was your choice to promise him. It was also your choice to break your promise in the end."
When Li Ya said this, he let out a long sigh, released his hand and placed it lightly on Song Wan'er's shoulder.
His words became much softer: "The most important thing is, if the matter of substitute marriage spreads, have you considered your father, Mr. Song..."
"Qiuyue doesn't treat each other, and suddenly turns gray. He has been clean and upright in official circles all his life, and his cabinet is full of treacherous friends. How will he deal with himself in the future... and how will he face hundreds of powerful people in Zhongdu... …”
"Do you want him to become a laughing stock..."
Li Ya's eyes were full of regret. He was really feeling sorry for Mr. Song's half-life.
His other hand also let go of Song Wan'er's hand and put it on her shoulder. He was forcing the girl in orange to give him an answer.
An answer if she can have a clear conscience and walk on the high road and freedom.
If she can't give it today, the Tao comes from the heart, and her practice will be difficult and dangerous in the future, and there will be many thorns, then she might as well... stay in Zhongdu, instead of Shi Xin, she might as well not leave... not leave home...
Song Wan'er's face was slightly red at first, and her eyes were red, filled with autumn water. However, after listening to Li Ya's words, she found that her emotional fluctuations gradually subsided and became less rippled.
So much so that when Li Ya forced her to look directly at him, she was able to raise her head without escaping anymore and asked in a firm voice.
"What about my mother?"
Li Ya was stunned: "What, your mother?"
"Why don't you ask me, am I worthy of Mrs. Song who gave birth to me and raised me?"
Li Ya was a little sluggish when he heard the words, chin slightly, and added: "Yes, how can you be worthy of Mrs. Song if you do this..."
The orange girl suddenly laughed when she heard this. She took the initiative to remove the arms that were pressing on her shoulders and took a step back, away from Li Ya.
"Li Ya, look, you didn't even think of my mother when you were teaching me a lesson. Mrs. Song... hahaha, my mother's surname is Wang, her surname is not Song."
Speaking of this, Song Wan'er looked at Li Ya with pity in her eyes.
It's not like the compassion those immortals have for all living beings.
It is pity for this female general who has been assimilated into a male perspective by this male-dominated society.
It's so sad. I know that I am a woman, but I don't understand the pain of women.
If the world of this Jing Dynasty was really fair, how could he have done his fault today?
"Brother Ya, you have seen the sand in the desert is like snow, you have seen the moon in Yanshan Mountain like a hook, you are sitting in the panoramic view and enjoy the freedom that no woman can get, but you have plants in your home full of Yi men, but you hope to put other The girl is locked up in the courtyard of the back house."
"This is wrong... Brother Ya, you can't do this..."
"You can't gain freedom and then deprive others of their freedom..."
"I don't like this Jing Dynasty, which clearly sucks the blood of women, but buries them quietly in the corner of history."
Song Wan'er's eyes were filled with disappointment. She was extremely sad when she talked about this. Her hands and feet were shaking slightly after every shocking words she said.
She couldn't move within Jingchao's rules.
"Li Ya, you shouldn't run away from me. After you recover from your leg disease, isn't your first thought going back to the desert?"
Li Ya, you are also a woman.
Song Wan'er was hinting to Li Ya that even if they were completely different from childhood sweethearts to now, she would not reveal Li Ya's true gender in front of everyone.
She could only condemn.
The expressions of the many monks eating melon on the side were indescribable, they were all...excited.
The content of the conversation between the above two people included running away from marriage on the eve of the wedding, the substitution of a younger sister for marriage, the deterioration of the relationship between childhood sweethearts, and... criticism of this dynasty.
A lady from an official family who dared to criticize the general environment she lived in, and now she had opened a spiritual orifice at a young age and escaped from it, she must be extremely talented and have a bright future!
I'll ask you later if you have entered any immortal sect. I'm sure you'll lose a bunch of mediocre disciples and gain a precious disciple.
All the monks viewed the dispute between the two with excitement.
Only Jiang Su.
Not that medical fairy girl, but that college student who received socialist education in the 21st century, was born under the red flag, grew up in the spring breeze, the people have faith, and the country has strength.
After hearing so much, she couldn't help but feel a little moved in her heart.
She quite admired this Song Wan'er.
Living in a home where bells and whistles are known, a scholarly family in the current dynasty can actually awaken the female thoughts of this new era!
Monks respect strength, and men and women are just yin and yang talents, but she is a real mortal. Rebellion is an understatement to describe her. She is destroying "heaven" and "earth".
Jiang Su is just in poor mental condition, not suffering from amnesia. The common sense and knowledge that should be remembered in previous lives will not be suddenly wiped out.
Some things have been hidden in memory for many years, but some winds will always make them break out of the ground and return to the world.
The girl sighed quietly at the side:
"Ah, it's time to let the red gene be passed down from generation to generation here."
Such a sigh suddenly came through the silent environment, which made everyone look at her.
Jiang Supo glanced around indifferently, walked to Li Ya's side, and patted his shoulder comfortingly: "Come on, go back quickly. Jing Chao is about to finish playing, and you are still here to persuade others. go back."
"You want her to die?"
The girl in green tried her best to suppress the corners of her lips when she spoke to prevent her smile from being too obvious, but after saying this, she couldn't help it anymore, and she immediately burst out laughing.
He even had to hold Song Wan'er's arm to stand steady.
"Hahahahahahahaha, Li Ya, you are so interesting."
"Look at who these people are standing at the city gate. They are the elders of various immortal sects. Their disciples were framed by people from your Jing Dynasty and became demon cultivators. Now they are intercepted and their lives and deaths are uncertain."
"Do you think these powerful Yuanying gods are here to play with you?"
The girl squatted on the ground with a smile. Her posture was to raise her head and fall to the ground. She slapped Li Ya's thigh hard, almost writing the word "sarcasm" on her face.
"Oh, right."
The girl raised her head and stood up again, pointing her finger directly at the black city gate.
His attitude towards the elders around him was extremely sincere, and he was completely different from the girl with the evil smile just now.
He said softly: "They also said that they would kill all the possessed monks and leave no one behind."
How ridiculous it would be for a mortal to turn a monk into a demon cultivator and then kill him.
But it is the rule of the cultivation world that demon cultivators should be killed.
