Lin Yan saw that Yun Chuchu was actually the casual cultivator whom his junior sister had bullied before. He sat up, looked at Yun Chuchu, and said with a gloomy look on his face: "You killed my junior sister, right?"
There was no one in this area for thousands of miles, only this casual cultivator, and before the junior sister left, she said she was looking for him.
With Junior Sister's temper, no one can resist killing her.
Yun Chuchu frowned: "You want to avenge your junior sister?"
She did not deny killing the female cultivator, and she dared to do it if she dared to do so.
She is not afraid of the male cultivator. If she really wants to avenge the female cultivator, she will kill him so that they can have company.
Lin Yan shook his head: "Junior sister, it's her own fault. No wonder fellow Taoist."
Yun Chuchu was confused: "Then how did you end up in such a situation?"
She had clearly seen the monster just now. It was only an early stage third-order monster. With his strength in the late stage of Golden Core, how could he be beaten by the monster? He didn't fight back at all.
Obviously he just wants to be killed by the monster, this is the rhythm of seeking death.
He doesn't want to live anymore?
Lin Yan smiled bitterly: "Fellow Taoist, do you know who you killed? She was the only daughter of our Qingluan Sect leader. She was regarded as the apple of my eye by my master and my wife. If my junior sister is dead, can I still live?"
No wonder he is so arrogant and domineering, Yun Chuchu said disdainfully: "Why can't you live? She deserves it if she commits suicide."
Yun Chuchu couldn't understand what the male cultivator said. The female cultivator wanted to die. How could the male cultivator stop her?
Lin Yan could only shake his head and said bitterly: "Before entering the secret realm, Master and Mistress personally handed over Junior Sister to me and asked me to protect Junior Sister and not let anything happen to her. If..."
He didn't finish what he said, and Yun Chuchu could understand what it meant.
Yun Chuchu said angrily: "I didn't expect the leader of Qingluan Sect to be so unreasonable and overbearing. Why did he let her in if he was afraid that his daughter would die? Her daughter's life is life, so your life is not life. Yes? Why should you use your life to protect hers? "
Such an unreasonable master and wife, if she were her, I would leave her somewhere to cool down, she is not such a bully.
Lin Yan listened to Mumu's silence and remained silent.
Seeing how pitiful and hateful he looked, Yun Chuchu asked, "Then what are you going to do? It looks like you don't want to live anymore?"
Lin Yan's eyes were empty. He looked at the sky. He didn't know what to do. The sky was so big that there was no place for him.
Thinking of this, Lin Yan felt sad and burst into tears.
Yun Chuchu was overwhelmed by the crying of this grown man and didn't know how to comfort him. She just asked: "Do you want to live?"
She cried as if her heart was broken. A man was crying so miserably that Yun Chuchu felt that she should help him.
After all, she was indirectly responsible for this. Yun Chuchu thought that she couldn't do anything about it. She couldn't just watch this male cultivator die in vain.
It took a long time for Lin Yan to stop crying and looked up at Yun Chuchu: "What do you mean, fellow Taoist, do you want to help me?"
He looked up and down at the inconspicuous Yun Chuchu. A casual cultivator who couldn't protect himself, what could he do to protect him?
"Look down on casual cultivators?"
Yun Chuchu was a little speechless. Sect disciples all had a common problem, especially the disciples of large sects. They always had a sense of superiority and thought that they were strong and the casual cultivators were weak.
From a certain perspective, casual cultivators are indeed weak, but it is the group that is weak, not their own strength, and cannot be lumped together.
Rogue cultivators have no organization or support and rely entirely on their own resources to support their cultivation. This only shows that they are poor, not weak.
But often this kind of understanding dies in the casual cultivators who they think are weak.
The female cultivator had grown up in a greenhouse and had little experience. Yun Chuchu could understand that she thought rogue cultivators were weak, so she didn't need to take them seriously.
But the male cultivator also had this understanding. Yun Chuchu felt that the male cultivator should fend for himself.
If you help him, you may die one day.
If you help him, he will definitely leave the Qingluan Sect. With his current age and cultivation level, it will be difficult for any sect to accept him. Sects generally accept monks under the age of twenty, and such disciples are accepted into the sect. Only then will they have a sense of belonging and will not betray the sect easily.
Therefore, male cultivators can only work as casual cultivators. Based on his knowledge, there is a high possibility of conflict with casual cultivators, and the possibility of being killed by casual cultivators is even greater.
It doesn't seem to make any difference whether he is saved or not.
Lin Yan saw the contempt in Yun Chuchu's eyes, but he remained silent.
He had grown up in the sect since he was a child, and he had the impression that casual cultivators were poor, messy, and committed all kinds of evil, and he looked down on them.
"Then take care of yourself."
After Yun Chuchu finished speaking, she put away the formation and flew away in the air.
She didn't shrink to an inch, she just didn't want to reveal her true identity. She also changed her appearance now. If she changed her appearance to another one, who would still recognize her?
Lin Yan stared blankly at Yun Chuchu who flew away. He gasped. He was a Nascent Soul cultivator. No wonder he could kill his junior sister.
if……
Lin Yan suddenly didn't want to die anymore. He wanted to tell his master and his wife in person who killed his junior sister. I believe that the master and his wife knew that the other party was a Nascent Soul monk and a being that he couldn't mess with, so he would be lenient. No. Kill him and allow him to stay in the sect.
A calculation flashed in Lin Yan's eyes. He quickly entered the cave where Yun Chuchu was staying. After setting up the formation, he took out an empty jade slip and burned Yun Chuchu's image into it. After putting it away, he meditated and practiced.
On the other side, Yun Chuchu had changed her appearance again and turned into a female cultivator with an unfamiliar face, walking around in the space.
If she encounters a disciple of the Sword Sect killing a disciple of the Wuhua Sect, she will definitely take action.
On this day, Yun Chuchu came to a remnant formation. The formation was still functioning, but it was no longer powerful.
She found an entrance and ducked in.
The destination was a medicine garden, but there were many monks inside, all digging for elixirs at a fast pace.
The elixirs in the medicine garden were also hollowed out, and the ground was a mess, with only one or two weeds still swaying occasionally.
Some people saw Yun Chuchu coming in and saw that she was a humble cultivator, but they ignored her.
Yun Chuchu glanced at them with her spiritual consciousness. There were a few familiar faces among them, but not Li Xiang'er and the others. She turned around and wanted to leave.
Suddenly, a few more monks came in, chattering nonstop.
"Hey, it's so miserable. I'm afraid those two female disciples from Wuhua Sect..."
"The disciples of Sword Sect are so domineering, no one dares to stand up to save them."
"If they fall into the hands of those bastards, the two female disciples will suffer."
…
When Yun Chuchu suddenly heard such words, she felt suffocated. She rushed in front of those people, grabbed the monk who said he was pitiful, and asked eagerly: "Fellow Taoist, where are the people you are talking about? What kind of people are they?" Female nun?"
"What's wrong with you? Let him go quickly, or we won't be polite."
When the other people saw Yun Chuchu's fierce look, they immediately summoned magic weapons to surround her.
(End of chapter)
