Senior Sister He Qing is a disciple of Quefeng inner sect, with profound realm and noble character. She is one of the Five Purple Jade Lords and is nicknamed "Fengjunzi" by others. And she is naturally beautiful and has a beautiful appearance.
He is very popular in the Purple Jade Sect, and is known to everyone in Quefeng, and is widely respected.
Seeing Zhu Junzi Yan Changyi, who was walking with Feng Junzi, go straight back to the peak, many people from the Quefeng sect who were familiar with He Qing went straight to the spot where the few streams of light fell, just to see Senior Sister He Qing. If they could be with her, Say a few words, even better.
However, when everyone came to Senior Sister He Qing's cave, they were in vain. Senior Sister He Qing, who was usually generous and fun-loving, did not come out to meet anyone.
After waiting in front of the cave for a while, only Yan Changyi came out.
His body was in a desolate state, and he no longer looked like the gentleman he once was. His eyes were dim, and he walked forward without even looking at the crowd.
A bad premonition suddenly arose in everyone's mind, and someone asked anxiously:
"Master Zhu, why don't you see Senior Sister He in my peak? By the way, how many demons have you killed here?"
Yan Changyi acted as if he didn't hear anything and just lowered his head and walked forward.
"Yan Changyi, you come to my peak often and you are familiar with us. Why don't you say anything today!"
Just when everyone was about to ask again, the ban on Senior Sister He's cave suddenly opened.
Everyone thought it was Senior Sister He Qing who came out. Then, everyone was disappointed at first, and then changed their goals.
Because the person who came out was Senior Sister He Qing's personal maid Xing Zhi. The five gentlemen were on good terms with each other and often visited each other. Could it be that she was here to see Mr. Zhu off?
It was time to ask the other party how Senior Sister He Qing was doing.
However, everyone's mouths that had just been opened were closed in unison.
The little maid, who had always been respectful to Mr. Zhu, now had tears in her eyes. She pointed at Mr. Zhu’s back, called him by his name, and shouted:
"Yan Changyi, stop!"
What's even more surprising is that Yan Changyi, who was so lost that he turned a deaf ear to everyone's voices, suddenly stopped.
But Xingzhi was crying:
"My master was invited by you to slay the demons intact! Why did he become like this after he came back!!"
Everyone was immediately shocked.
There was no time to think too much, but Xingzhi continued to say angrily:
"You hypocrite! A heartless man! Are you worthy of your master's feelings for you!?"
Yan Changyi turned his back to him and trembled slightly. Originally, Zhu Junzi dared to swing the brave man's fearless sword even when he saw the elders of the Law Enforcement Hall.
Suddenly, his spine curved slightly, just a very slight curve.
But the tall and straight figure only had a hint of rickets.
No one saw him straighten his back again.
Xing Zhi was still crying, and suddenly someone hurriedly walked out from behind her. It was Feng Junzi's other maid, Yi Qi.
Her eyes were red, but she still held Xing Zhi's arm:
"Xingzhi, stop talking, let's go back first."
"Let me go!" Xing Zhi swung her around, causing Yi Qi to stagger and fall to the ground. Yiqi couldn't bear it anymore and sat on the ground, tears streaming down her red eyes.
Xing Zhi didn't even look at it, pointed at Yan Changyi, gritted his teeth and said:
"Master once said to me with a smile in private, that among the five monarchs, only Lord Zhu is the most reliable. Look at you, you are standing here unscathed now! Do you have a wound all over your body! Look at Master again!! What do you do? What! The master became like that...that way, where were you when she was suffering!"
Yiqi at her feet suddenly cried and shouted:
"That's enough! Can all this be blamed on Feng Jun?
Don't say it again! The master is a person who loves beauty, and she definitely doesn’t want everyone to know about it. Are you still afraid that the master will not be heartbroken? "
Xing Zhi suddenly trembled and looked at Yi Qi, who was crying beneath her. Her hand was still pointing at Feng Junzi, trembling uncontrollably. Due to too much force, the corner of his mouth was bitten and blood flowed. His face was filled with extreme hatred and pain, and he spat a mouthful of saliva mixed with blood on the ground:
"hypocrite!"
He turned around and picked up Yiqi who couldn't stop crying. With tears streaming down his face, he held her both of her hands and walked into the cave. The ban closes behind it.
Zhu Junzi never turned around, his head was lowered, and no one could see his expression clearly. After the restriction was closed, he just lowered his head and walked forward.
However, how could many of Que Feng's disciples just let him go after hearing Xing Zhi's cry just now.
All of them looked serious, and some even had hatred on their faces.
"Mr. Yan, what happened to our Senior Sister He? Didn't you go out with Senior Sister He?"
"Speak! Don't think you can pretend nothing happened!"
Everyone pushed and pushed towards Yan Changyi, but he still didn't say a word, which made the many disciples more commotion. Soon, the space in front of him was occupied and he had to stop.
"Yan Changyi, you must give us an explanation, otherwise we won't let you go today!"
"Yes! Tell me, what happened."
Yan Changyi lowered his head and remained motionless amid the many noisy roars. Suddenly, he slowly raised his head.
Everyone then saw clearly the pair of eyes. Yan Changyi was intact, but his eyes were like leaky windows. The sunlight shining in was like shining into a bottomless abyss.
The same word is written all over the holes in the light,
numbness.
Where the sword in his right hand pointed, a green bamboo shoot suddenly broke out of the ground and grew into a very thin bamboo branch. It automatically broke away from the root, cut off the branches and leaves, and jumped into Yan Changyi's hand.
Not long, not short, just like a three-foot sword.
He held the sword and swung the tough bamboo branch forward. It did not hurt anyone, but it just pushed the crowd away like a wave of air. The crowd fell to both sides as if they were hit hard, and they were unable to stand up for a while.
In front of a small road that separated the sea of people, Yan Changyi walked forward slowly.
A Que Feng disciple covered his chest and shouted with a painful expression:
"Yan Changyi, don't leave! Bullying us is nothing! Bullying Senior Sister He Qing is nothing! You wait until our senior brother comes back!"
"Yan Changyi! Don't forget who is the leader of the five gentlemen, the Rain Lord of our peak! After he knows what happened today, he will never let it go. Just wait!"
Yan Changyi walked forward numbly, and after hearing this, he paused. The bamboo branch in his hand was thrown to the ground and planted diagonally on the ground. After walking out of the path formed by the crowd, it turned into an emerald green streamer and went towards the sky.
Only his calm words were left in the air:
"I have long ceased to be a gentleman."
In the eyes of many disciples who groaned in pain and filled with hatred, the thin bamboo stuck diagonally on the ground suddenly cracked inch by inch from top to bottom.
It was broken into thin wooden pieces and scattered on the ground.
"From now on, bamboo is no longer worthy of use."
...
It was the seventeenth day of the seventh lunar month in the year Wuyin. It was a breezy day.
As usual, all the disciples of the Purple Jade Sect are enjoying the peace brought by Yu Guo Yuanying's dominance.
There was laughter and laughter everywhere, and many disciples had carefree eyes or were sitting leisurely discussing the Tao. Or for some contribution points, in a hurry.
The sky is as blue as a mirror, dotted with leisurely white clouds.
However, the weather was unpredictable, and a gust of wind blew from nowhere, darkening a corner of the sky, and dark clouds gradually spread into the entire blue sky.
It is going to rain.
On this ordinary day, a piece of news gradually spread from Que Feng. Through the deliberate guidance of some people, it slowly spread within the Purple Jade Sect.
The B-level mission "Destroy the Demonic Way" failed.
Gao Shen, an inner disciple of Yanhan Peak, died.
Liu Mengjiao, an inner disciple of the Yanwu Hall, died.
He Qing, an inner disciple of Quefeng, was seriously injured and unconscious, and his Taoist foundation was shattered.
The B-level mission "Destroy the Demonic Path" has been cancelled, and has been upgraded to a Level A mission:
"Destroy Xuan Kui's sect's holy son Bei Yu!"
At this time, the news has not yet spread. A beautiful-looking female cultivator looked at the sky that was about to rain, not panicking. The rain had fallen many times in the Purple Jade Sect, but it had no effect.
She knew that this was a peaceful day for the Purple Jade Sect as always.
What she didn't know was that this was not the worst day for the Purple Jade Sect in the past hundred years, but it was indeed the best day for the Purple Jade Sect in the next ten years.
