Gu Xiaonian has always concealed Xiao Zheng's true identity very well.
Even Xiao Zheng himself didn't know.
When Ji Yunxian went to visit Xiao Zheng because of guilt, he accidentally saw Xiao Zheng's true soul outside the house. He, who comes from a family of cultivators, guessed Xiao Zheng's true life experience at once.
He overheard Gu Xiaonian's vindictive words, and was shocked and frightened, so he subconsciously chose to escape.
…
Li Ying secretly took a deep breath, collected her thoughts, and then walked into the cave.
Ji Yunxian watched vigilantly as the young man in black walked slowly towards him, tightly holding the water bag that was still warm after a night in his hand.
"Brother Ji, are you feeling better?"
Li Ying smiled at Ji Yunxian, stretched out her hand towards him, and opened her palms, revealing a few berries with powerful aura: "I'm not familiar with this place, and I only found these after searching for half an hour. Just make do with it." Click here.”
Ji Yunxian did not take it. After a night's rest, his mood gradually calmed down. He sat up and looked directly into Li Ying's eyes: "Take me out of Guiyi Zong safely. Whatever you want, I will give it to you." I can give it to you.”
Li Ying also looked back at Ji Yunxian and chuckled: "Brother Ji, with all due respect, you may not be able to give me what I want."
Ji Yunxian paused and said, "I can give you the identity of an inner disciple of Liuxian Sect."
"...Then it's settled."
Ji Yunxian said seriously: "It's settled in one word."
…
After Li Ying left the white jade porcelain bottle filled with elixir powder to Ji Yunxian, she also left some spiritual fruits for him. After talking with him in detail for an hour, she rushed to Xianju Peak.
This incident dealt a huge blow to Ji Yunxian. He had been a second-generation cultivator for twenty years, but once he discovered that Master Wenrun, whom he had respected for twenty years, was different from what he was, he would definitely retaliate. Small heart. She couldn't accept it for a moment, but now that he was being chased by Gu Xiaonian, a powerful person who transformed into gods, he could still talk to her for an hour. With such a mind, she could say that she was worthy of being taught by a big sect. .
Ji Yunxian is also really strong. One of the things he did after returning to the clan was to have a big argument with Gu Xiaonian and directly lay down his cards. However, Gu Xiaonian did not allow him to hold the sword for ten days, so he was already murderous. .
Ji Yunxian was not stupid, so he immediately made a big fuss and went to the wind tower alone to receive his punishment.
The Fengqi Terrace has always been a place for disciples to test their sword energy and sword intent. The barrier on the platform was set up by successive masters of the Guiyi Sect, which not only prevents the Gangfeng Sword Qi from overflowing and injuring people, but also prevents outsiders from entering the platform by mistake. Inner Monk Trial.
Ji Yunxian knew this very well, so he drove away most of the monks who were doing the trial on the Fengqi Platform, and also adjusted the difficulty of the trial on the platform to the maximum. Those who were left to persist in the trial just didn't want to leave. He couldn't hold on and finally chose to leave the stage.
Although most of them had stepped down from the stage, they never left. Instead, they gathered around the stage waiting to see Ji Yunxian's jokes.
In this way, he was the only one left in the stage, and even if Gu Xiaonian wanted to kill him, he would not be able to do it in front of everyone.
Ji Yunxian's series of actions made her look at him with admiration.
What surprised her the most was that Ji Yunxian was actually a direct descendant of the Ji family of the great Immortal Cultivation Clan in Luchuan. Ji Yunxian's uncle, Ji Liuguang, was the master of Huiyan Peak of the Liuxian Sect.
It's no wonder that he had the confidence to promise her to stay as an inner disciple of the Immortal Sect.
Although Li Ying was curious about why he did not become a disciple of Liuxian Sect but went to Guiyi Sect to become a disciple, seeing that he had no intention of asking, she was wise enough not to ask.
When we arrived at the gate of Xianju Fengfeng, we were faced with a group of white-clothed monks.
The monks in white all lined up neatly, and the whole team was silent. Everyone has firm eyes and solemn expressions.
The leader was a tall young man with a cold temperament. He was facing away from Li Ying and was politely greeting the disciples guarding the peak gate.
Li Ying lowered her head and was about to go around this place, but the sharp-eyed Mo Fei saw it and said in a loud voice: "Fellow Daoist Cheng, where did you go with Senior Brother Xiao yesterday? Why did you come back today?"
Li Ying was stopped and was about to answer bravely when she was interrupted by a strange and deep male voice: "Senior Brother Xiao? You're only coming back today?!"
When Li Ying heard the young man who was talking to Mo Fei just now, his voice suddenly dropped, a strange feeling flashed in his heart.
He seemed very unhappy by this tone.
But they had never even met, so when did she provoke him?
Li Ying felt that he was angry for no reason, but she still explained: "This fellow Taoist misunderstood. Yesterday, Senior Brother Xiao asked me to go to Luo Qing Peak for something. An accident happened on the way, and I lost my way on Luo Qing Peak. Today Fortunately, I was brought back by the disciples from the Peak Patrol a long time ago. All the disciples near the Luo Qing Peak takeoff platform and the disciples from the Peak Patrol can testify for me."
The young man smiled and turned to look at Li Ying.
Li Ying saw him slowly walking towards her, and the pressure from his height of over 1.9 meters made her take a few steps back uncomfortably.
When Si Jing saw Li Ying retreating, he paused and said, "Are you afraid of me?"
Li Ying looked at him with narrowed phoenix eyes and aggressive sharp features, and subconsciously trembled: "No... not afraid."
"Pfft--" A female cultivator in white laughed out loud: "Senior Brother Si, please don't scare this little junior brother. You are the only one willing to scare such a cute little junior brother."
Si Jingfeng looked at Li Ying with disgust, left a sentence for a while, turned around and left: "Now that you are back, stay in your room and don't embarrass the Xian Sect for us anymore."
"Stay...stay with the Immortal Sect?!" Li Ying muttered, her eyes full of disbelief.
Gan, then he is...
When Li Ying saw him walking away, she infiltrated into the team and found the female cultivator who had just spoken out to save her. She pulled her sleeves and asked in a low voice: "Pretty little senior sister, I would like to ask, is the cultivator who just spoke to me... Which senior brother is this?"
Wang Yuanyuan liked the cute and sweet-tongued Li Ying very much, so she smiled when she heard this: "You are an outer disciple, but you don't know. He is Senior Brother Si Jing of the Zhangdian Hall. We will let him lead this team."
"What about Senior Brother Chen Jue?"
"Him?" Wang Yuanyuan was a little surprised, "Senior Brother Chen was attacked by demonic cultivators when he went out a few days ago. Now he is staying in the sect to recover from his injuries. He did not come with us this time."
Li Ying nodded and asked many questions about Chen Jue. When they arrived in front of her bamboo residence, she reluctantly separated from Wang Yuanyuan and approached her bamboo residence.
Yaoshou! Chen Jue actually did not attend this Dharma discussion meeting. What the hell is going on with this drama? !
Li Ying pressed her eyebrows tiredly, feeling that her originally clear plan had now been turned into a mud.
"well--"
Li Ying suppressed the disturbing thoughts in her heart, sat cross-legged on the bed and meditated for a long time, but still couldn't calm down, so she simply turned over and got out of bed, opened the door and wanted to go out for some air.
As soon as the bamboo door opened, Li Ying saw a white shadow in front of her. Before she could stop, she bumped into it.
