"Sister Yue!"

Yu Zhiwen stood by and said nothing.

At this time, I finally couldn't help but interrupt.

She walked over Liu Fuyu, stepped forward, and grabbed the sleeve of the Moon Palace slave. Her voice was very light but extremely serious:

“Can’t go.”

Whether it is returning to the Han Palace Emperor Realm from the long river of time, or going to Lingyu Mountain to meet the eight masters who know the last time, it is not possible!

Yu Zhiwen knew this master's terrifying scheming too well.

In the past, all the cognition and all the principles she has learned have come from the Taoist department, except Grandpa Yu and Dao Xuanji.

After all, she has been in the Taoist ministry for the longest time.

She felt the deepest influence of the teachings and influences of the elders of the Taoist minister.

The so-called "elder of Taoism" is actually just Daoqiongcang.

If you were someone else, the students who taught this would have limitations. When thinking about the current situation, they would inevitably look at the sky, which was extremely one-sided.

But he is Daoqiong!

The Taoist sky knows astronomy and geography, and the sea embraces all rivers and knows everything. He has differentiated into the "Elders of the Taoist Minister". The fish taught by Yu Zhiwen also has its own strategies and strengths in each path.

Although the Taoist minister is a shadow, the elders of the Taoist minister are the source of nightmares that awaken at midnight for Yu Zhiwen.

On the other hand, if the elders of the Taoist minister are regarded as each "me" of the Taoist Circle, and they are all pieced together, isn't it the real Taoist Circle?

Yu Zhiwen held Sister Yue's sleeve tightly and refused to let her go.

At this time, what flashed through her mind was a sentence that the elders of the Taoist minister often whispered, and she could almost replicate it in the same way:

“The process is not important.”

"The process can be in vain. We just need to reverse the results and see who will benefit in the end."

After a meal, Yu Zhiwen's tone became extremely confident:

"The Daoqiong is around, either taking the initiative, or asking Sister Yue to speak on her own initiative, and finally choose between this 'last side' and 'a 'death-breaking net'."

"I don't know what the development of these two is, the only thing that is certain is that neither of them has a good result."

"No matter how you choose, the person who will benefit in the end will not be Sister Yue and Ba Zunan, but it can only be... him!"

Behind, Daoqiongcang looked surprised after hearing these words.

He stopped vomiting blood, looked at the black satin wrapped around his eyes, and if there were growing fish, there were more complex emotions in his eyes.

There are sarcasm and relief, which is very contradictory.

"But, Xiaoyu..." he spoke.

"Don't call me Xiaoyu!"

"Okay, Miss Yu Zhiwen." Dao Qiongcang was interrupted and grabbed his lower body extremely seriously. While pieced together himself again, he said:

"I would like to ask Miss Zhiwen, what is the third choice besides 'this' and 'that'?"

"If you lose your eyes and see the situation clearly, you still can't give anyone a better choice..."

He sneered: "I should have taught you to protect yourself, sometimes it is the best choice - and from now on, you will not put yourself in a vortex, and you will not cause any trouble."

"But what if I have a third choice?"

Yu Zhiwen turned his head in a cold voice, crossing the river with a long time under the moonlight, competing with the blood-stained Taoist Cang, who was creeping on the other side of the river.

Liu Fuyu stood with his sword, and he could clearly feel the night at the beach, which was even colder.

She has murderous intentions.

It is her choice to be broken than to be broken.

Unlike everyone present, she has no second and third option - if everything is arranged in a dark way, she will die here tonight.

She would be buried in Nanming, but the sword was mysterious and ordered to protect her home and reshape the seal.

This process may lead to mistakes.

But no matter whether Daoqiong takes action or Demon Ancestor takes action.

At least, with such an extra variable, perhaps their plans can be disrupted?

The Moon Palace slave also stopped before the long river of time, looked at the little girl in front of him, and then glanced at the sky on the ground.

One junior, one senior.

One student, one teacher.

Before the "Tao", under the "general trend" of the long river of time rolling eastward, each other who should have walked side by side stood opposite each other.

How does this scene look like the youth at that time?

At that time, geniuses from all walks of life from the five great holy emperors gathered together to practice swords and practice Taoism, and were in a happy mood.

In a blink of an eye, each of them grew to the highest level and went their separate ways.

"Then I'm really listening to it, just wait for Miss Zhiwen to have a high opinion." The Taoist Qiongcang on the ground stood up, his eyes piercing through the long river of time.

"Don't pay attention to this person." Yu Zhiwen was too lazy to argue with Dao Qiongcang, and turned around and said seriously:

"Sister Yue, go to the Xingjie."

"There is a poisonous pond in the Crystal Palace of the Apricot Realm, and there are fish in the pond."

"Xu Xiaoshou has made arrangements. Once all the fish in the pond die, no matter where he is, he will return immediately..."

She took a deep breath: "I may not see through the situation and can't give me a third choice to land. Xu Xiaoshou knows what happened here on this night, he can!"

The Moon Palace slave has not responded yet.

After hearing this, Daoqiongcang, on the other side of the long river of time, raised his head and laughed: "Xu Xiaoshou, can he do it?"

Yu Zhiwen clenched his fists and almost pulled Sister Yue's sleeves apart, but he ignored them and refused to respond.

"Xu Xiaoshou can't!"

Dao Qiongcang said it firmly, and seemed to understand Xu Xiaoshou better than Xu Xiaoshou: "Miss Zhiwen, do you still think Xu Xiaoshou is a variable in my game to this day?"

Yu Zhiwen couldn't help but turn back: "Isn't he?"

"Hahaha……"

"The word love is the beginning, and a leaf is blocking the eyes!"

"Yu Zhiwen, you believe in Xu Xiaoshou too much. The longer you stay with this person, the more you become lies."

Dao Qiongcang got up and walked up. In addition to the broken clothes and blood, his injuries were cured as before, and there was a cold and strange aura under the moonlight.

There was sigh and disdain on his face. He came to the three girls and stopped in front and behind and said with a funny look:

"That pond fish no longer exists?"

Yu Zhiwen's face was not turbulent, and he had no emotion at all revealed his face. He knew that the sky was watching Zhiwei, so he had to be careful.

Daoqiongcang sneered:

"I can tell me openly, and I'm not afraid that I will destroy the pond of fish now. All ponds and fish are fake."

"Of course, even if you have other means to force Xu Xiaoshou from the ancient and modern Forgetful Tower, do you think I will care?"

He said as he raised his lips, smiling, his expression became extremely subtle, and he looked up at the moonlight and recalled:

"I would like to ask Beihuai to share my thoughts on that day, and I would also be able to deal with the Holy Emperor Qilin, and I would also severely damage Xu Xiaoshou."

"Then he took Xiang Yaoyao in Yujing City, just to force Xu Xiao to show up after being injured and show his true body."

"You are involved in this 'pig into the pen' game."

Yu Zhiwen's heart was terrified. He didn't know what the Qiong Cang mentioned and what the implication was, so he continued:

"And from Yujing City to Qingyuan Mountain, you have experienced most of it, and even the Thirty-Three-Day Spinning Star Rib Array that almost trapped Xu Xiaoshou was also written by you."

"There is a place that you didn't go, do you know where it is?"

Yu Zhiwen didn't know what Daoqiongcang was talking about at all, but he became nervous inexplicably.

Suddenly, the palm of her palm became hot, and she found that Sister Yue was holding her back with her hands, and she immediately felt at ease.

"There is a small town at the foot of Qingyuan Mountain, called Changde Town."

"There is a Cao blacksmith shop in the town, where Cao Yihan, the ten thrones of Kuileihan."

Dao Qiongcang said, spreading his hands, with a presumptuous expression on his face: "Of course you can't go to this place. Your memory is empty after you go there, because you are a magician. You may find clues when you go there. There is a slight chance that you can see that the whole town is full of fakes, shaped like a Taoist ministry, and all guarding Kuai Leihan's hands and eyes for me."

Yu Zhiwen's delicate body trembled.

The Taoist temple is her scar.

But Daoqiong Cang never thought of pitying the fragrance and jade, and his words were all sprinkling salt on her wounds.

"Back to 'drive pigs into the pen' and reach Qingyuan Mountain, this situation has reached the closing stage. Have I failed?"
To be continued...