Among the mountains and forests.

The white-haired young man and the saint of black skirt walked side by side. A wolf beast suddenly rushed out and was killed by the white-haired young man Yi with one finger. A wisp of breath burst out, and some peering beasts were immediately frightened and left in a hurry.

Lan Yiyi glanced at Qin Yun and said:

"It seems that Qin Shengzi has been doing well in the 100,000 mountains during this period, and he is like a fish in water when dealing with the strange beasts."

Qin Yun smiled bitterly:

"Saint Maiden, don't make fun of me. I'm no longer a saint son. Just call me Qin Yun. When I came here this time, I thanked the saint personally. If it weren't for the saint's words, I'm afraid Qin Yun would not be free."

His previous situation was indeed not good. Not only was he deprived of his position as a candidate, but he was also under house arrest and was not allowed to go out.

After coming to the 100,000 mountains, he tried hard to gain a foothold and also learned the details of the previous meeting between the Demon Sect and the senior leaders of the southern Xinjiang. Only then did he find the opportunity to thank Lan Yiyi in person.

Lan Yiyi's eyes were faint, and her words were filled with self-deprecating:

"Call me Yiyi, saint? Haha, if I have a choice, I don't want to be this saint."

There is some silence in the mountains and forests.

Qin Yun was stunned and then said softly:

"Yiyi, you're in a bad mood?"

Lan Yiyi didn't say anything, and the two of them were speechless all the way. Before they knew it, they arrived at a mountain top. On the cloud cliff, they could see the forest waves rolling, the clouds and mists swelling, and there was snow in the distance, and the scenery was extremely beautiful.

Sitting on the top of the mountain, Lan Yiyi's head slowly leaned on Qin Yun's shoulder.

Qin Yun was shocked, and there was a faint fragrance at the tip of his nose. Before he could move, Lan Yiyi's words rang out:

"Qin Yun, you said... If a person's future is already destined, is it necessary to work hard?"

Qin Yun probably guessed something.

Although he had not been to the 100,000 mountains for a long time, he also heard some news that the saint girl in southern Xinjiang is different from the saint son of the Demon Sect. If the latter can become the saint son, he will be the heir of the sect leader in the future, but the former... is said to be a victim.

Today's status and respect are just because of their future uses, just castles in the air.

He took a deep breath, looked down at Lan Yiyi's side face, and said seriously:

"No inevitable destined future, nothing is possible."

Lan Yiyi laughed at herself:

"Everything is possible? I have obviously worked very hard. I have tried hard to prove myself and improve my value, but I can't escape my fate in the end. Qin Yun, do you know what the last thing I regret in this life?"

“What is it?”

"I was born in a small tribe. That year, the alliance selected the saints. I was lucky enough to become one of the thirty-six candidates and could go to the temple to receive the baptism. At that time, I felt that I had found hope of turning over and could lead the tribe to survive tenaciously."

"But my grandma is also an elder of the tribe. After she learned about it, she was not happy at all, but was furious. I was puzzled and had a big fight with her. In the end, I secretly accepted the baptism of God. As I wish, I became the saint of southern Xinjiang. I wanted to prove to my grandma that I was right and I could help the tribe."

"But unfortunately, I will never see her again. On the day I was baptized by God, the tribe was attacked by a strange beast, and no living mouth was left."

Lan Yiyi's delicate body trembled slightly, Qin Yun felt a little sad, and he put his right hand on Lan Yiyi's shoulder to comfort him.

Lan Yiyi continued:

"Later I realized why the grandma opposed so fiercely. It turned out that the so-called saint was so ridiculous."

The sarcasm on her face became increasingly intense.

These years.

She has a respected status in southern Xinjiang and has grown from a small branch to the core figure of the Lan tribe, but she cannot change her own destiny in the end.

Qin Yun was speechless for a moment.

He thought of himself, and it was a little different from his thoughts back then, which made him unable to look back.

He whispered:

"Since this is already there, giving up is in vain. You can only do your best. Maybe your grandma doesn't want to see you accept your fate like this. Yiyi, I will help you."

Lan Yiyi suddenly turned her head, and then smiled charmingly. Her delicate body had slipped away at some time, which made Qin Yun feel a little lost. Lan Yiyi smiled:

"If you are the Holy Son of the Demon Sect, you may be able to help me. Now... you should take good care of yourself."

Qin Yun's face suddenly showed a look of embarrassment.

Lan Yiyi laughed.

"I won't tease you anymore, I'll be kind enough to accept it, but you can't get involved in this matter."

She said, her voice becoming distant again:

"Qin Yun, don't wait until you lose something and regret it. Cherish the people in front of you."

Qin Yun was puzzled.

Lan Yiyi had already flew into the sea of ​​clouds, like a fairy in Piaomiao. Qin Yun stared blankly, without chasing, only Lan Yiyi's voice came from a distance:

"Tell you good news, Nanjiang has decided to put aside all actions against the Zhenwu Sect for the time being."

Qin Yun stood there in a daze, watching the beauty leave.

He thought a lot and thought a lot. He thought of his master, the eldest brother, the third sister, and the ninth brother.

His eyes were confused and he smiled bitterly.

...

The southern border of the Demon Sect all decided to put aside their actions against the Zhenwu Sect for the time being. The outside world was that the peeping eyes near Zhenwu City suddenly decreased a lot. Of course, the struggle with the court was still the same as the power. If they met the disciples of Zhenwu, they would not be ruthless.

It’s just that they will no longer be looking for flaws in the Zhenwu Sect as before to prepare to destroy the family. The strength of the Tianjian Zhenren made them a little scared. If this old monster really makes him have no worries, he will be troublesome when he comes to cause trouble at all costs.

Yanwu General's Mansion.

General Yanwu received a secret letter from General Shenyu. He sat in the pavilion in the middle of the lake and remained silent for a long time before sighing for a long time.

"What a sword demon, what a real person in Tianjian." The old man whispered, his heart trembling, and he didn't even notice when the fishing rod fell.

People in the world only know that the Yanwu General ranks second in the Heavenly Man List, but they don’t know that he is also a swordsman.

Only some old people in the army knew about this. General Yanwu's sword was shaking the battlefield, killing blood flowed into a river.

Now he heard that the sword demon stepped into the sword path realm, and he instinctively felt warlike in his heart, because he also entered this realm. Looking at the world, the sword demon among the swordsmen may be able to make him fight with all his strength.

As for the real person of Tianjian.

"I'm afraid I'm not his opponent either."

General Yanwu sighed.

Perhaps only that mysterious old man Tingfeng can fight against Tianjian Real Man.

He repeatedly opened the secret letter and pondered the detailed descriptions. General Shenyu's remarks were not missing at all, making him feel as if he was watching the battle on the spot.

When he saw the sword demon trying to break through the realm with the sword path, he couldn't help but shake his head without any surprise.

General Yanwu looked a little lonely.

"In the past, it was not difficult for people like us to set foot in the Martial Saint, but now..."

"The sword demon probably has no hope of breaking the realm in this life, but this real person of Heavenly Sword... doesn't know that he can create a miracle, maybe... he should ask his ancestors for advice."

His eyes were solemn and he was pondering.

Finally, he made up his mind and headed towards the palace.

As we walked along the way, everyone we saw bowed and looked frightened, but General Yanwu just waved his hand and casually pointed at a eunuch:

"Tell Your Majesty that I will go to the Royal Ancestral Temple."

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General Yanwu walked deep into the palace.

Finally, he paused in front of a heavily guarded ancestral temple. There was a team of powerful guards guarding the ancestral temple, but in fact these people just avoided some minor troubles, and the real guard was much stronger than this.

The arrival of General Yanwu shocked many imperial guards.

But he still just waved his hand.

"I'll ask for my ancestors." This was not what the guards said, but to the few people in the dark.

He stepped in and finally stopped in front of the forbidden ground.

He didn't say anything, but just knelt down heavily and crawled on the ground respectfully.

He knew that if the ancestors wanted to see him, they would naturally come out to see him.

Time passes slowly.

The sunset and the moon rises, and it repeats itself.

Three days later.

General Yanwu stood up with a bitter face. He shook his head and wanted to say something, but finally swallowed it all, and then left lonely.

Several gazes in the dark also had various inexplicable emotions:

"With Li Yanwu and Master Wu Sheng's relationship, Master Wu Sheng won't see him, Master Wu Sheng won't..."
To be continued...