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Chapter 301: I will never leave you behind as a teacher. Again.

The setting sun wipes out the last ray of light.

Above the sky, a sword slid past. Because it was too far away from the ground, only a small dot could be seen from the ground.

The whistling wind blew past his ears. Li Zijun sat on the sword, with his hair blown to pieces. He hugged Su Bei tightly with his little hands, squinting his eyes so hard that he did not dare to open them due to the strong wind.

This time is different from the past. Previously, because he wanted to investigate the source and solution of the evil spirit, Su Bei stopped and walked along the way, and the pace was much slower. But this time, time is tight for the deduction of immortal sect. It will take another three to five days.

It was about to start, so Su Bei was in a hurry.

Along the way, Su Bei not only urged Li Zijun to build foundations and practice, but also occasionally talked to her about the personalities of her senior sisters.

After all, these are his disciples. Although they have met before, it would be awkward to meet them together.

Li Zijun is gentle and smart. He knows the tempers of several senior sisters and gets along with them easily.

But what troubled Su Bei the most was about Sword Girl and Mo Fan who suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

"So many things happened while I was away from Sword Sect. It seems it is time to give these new disciples a hard time."

Su Bei sighed.

Now I dare not say that I have the power to dominate the Sword Sect, but my status in the Sword Sect is definitely not something that can be measured by an elder. Even in the twenty-one states, it has a certain weight, and it is also the 19th elder of the Holy Land.

The position and status can be said to be truly superior.

"If the protagonists in those novels climbed to my current position, I'm afraid it would be about to end..."

Li Zijun, who was holding Su Bei's waist tightly, listened to his master talking to himself and said doubtfully:

"Master, what are you talking about?"

Su Bei touched her little hand, smiled easily, and then raised his eyes to look into the distance.

"Tomorrow, we can go to Nandu."

"Are you tired, disciple?"

"There's no need to be in such a hurry today. Let's find a place to rest."

"..."

Li Zijun put his head on Su Bei's back and nodded softly.

The flying sword gradually shrank, then fell from the sky and landed in a forest, startling a group of birds.

A bonfire rose and burned brightly.

The stars are like pearls sinking in the deep sea, blooming with soft brilliance.

Su Bei handed the barbecue in his hand to the three women and leaned on it. The half-reflected light from the campfire was reflected in his eyes.

"Speaking of which, what are the cultivation talents of the Sword Sect disciples who join this Immortal Sect?"

"How were you selected?"

Shan Wulan fanned the heat from the roasted pork leg with one hand, took a careful bite, and said:

"When my husband was away from the Sword Sect, the Sword Sect held a big competition, and there were a total of fifty places to participate in the Duoxian Sect."

"Except Sword Girl, all of them are ranked high..."

When Su Bei heard this, he smiled and nodded, already having a rough guess in his mind about Sword Lady's rejection.

In the final analysis, it was just caused by the dissatisfaction of the disciples of the Sword Sect, and whether Sword Lady showed corresponding strength. Although this kind of relationship exists in every sect, Sword Lady's temperament is weak and she feels guilty.

In the past, naturally I had no choice but to let others bully me.

At this moment, Ji Nanjue's eyes, which were staring at the bonfire, moved. Then he thought of something, raised his head and looked at Su Bei, and said solemnly:

"Su Daodun, will all the sects participate in this competition of disciples from the twenty-one states called Kou Xianmen?"

Su Bei nodded, with a trace of doubt on his face as to why Ji Baoer asked such a useless question, but suddenly he seemed to think of something, and his eyes also condensed.

He took a deep breath, turned the wooden branch in his hand, and looked at Ji Nanjue meaningfully:

"In other words, this time the Kou Xian Sect has gathered the most talented disciples in the world?"

Shan Wulan didn't understand what riddle the two were playing at first, but Su Bei's explanation instantly caused cold sweat to break out on her back:

"Shaxiu."

Su Bei narrowed his eyes, reached out and picked up the only strand of black hair on his head with his index finger:

"We can all think of it, but those evil cultivators who have been planning for a long time can't think of it?"

"This is a rare opportunity. The geniuses from the entire twenty-one states are gathered here. It is impossible to catch them all at once with just a little bit of manipulation, but we can catch half of them..."

"It will definitely be much better than them plotting in secret."

Shan Wulan thought about it carefully, then held Su Bei's arm, shook his head, and said:

"No, if this happens, wouldn't the evil cultivator be exposed in the eyes of the world?"

"The reason why they are so wanton is precisely because of the deep darkness and the fact that what they do is extremely covert. So far, I have never heard of any outstanding disciples of major sects being brutally murdered."

"Furthermore, this Grand Competition of the Immortal Sect is held in Nandu, under the eyes of the Southern Emperor, and all the sects in the world are here. How dare they?"

Ji Nanjue could not hide her worry. She stood up, looked at Shan Wulan, and said:

"A few months ago, you and I would have had the same idea, but during the time when you were away, my husband and I passed by Xiegu City and rescued Zijun there. Do you know what happened?

"

Shan Wulan frowned and shook his head.

"Among the evil cultivators who surrounded Zijun, in addition to the Confucian disciples, there were also people from the Sword Sect."

"Moreover, there is another cultivator called Young Master, and the person who protects him has a cultivation level comparable to mine."

"If you think so, do you still think this is a difficult thing for Sha Xiu?"

Shan Wulan's face flashed with shock for an instant, he took a deep breath and looked at her in disbelief:

"You mean, this evil cultivator has actually invaded the interior of each major sect without anyone noticing?"

"Maybe it's not an invasion, but a join."

Ji Nanjue sat down again and analyzed it carefully.

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Su Bei took out the peach wood sword from the sword box, placed it next to Shan Wulan, absorbed the evil spirit, and said softly:

"I'm thinking about a question now. If it's as we guessed, the organization behind this evil cultivator may be immeasurably huge."

"But he still refuses to expose it and only dares to act secretly. So is there a fatal flaw?"

"They have people they are afraid of."

"That person is..."

Ji Nanjue raised her head, her face changed slightly, and she looked directly at Su Bei:

"Saint."

"When we were in Dongting Stream, we met the so-called Lord. He fought against Shangguan Wendao. Although we can't tell the depth of his cultivation, it seems now that he is definitely weaker than the Saint."

"They are waiting for an opportunity."

Shan Wulan's eyes flashed with an imperceptible light, and he said lightly:

"Waiting for that so-called lord."

"Everything that is being done secretly now is to allow 'Your Majesty' to use some kind of cultivation method to improve his cultivation to a level that is not inferior to that of the saint, or even higher than that of the saint..."

Several people looked at each other. Although they were just guessing, they were still shocked when they heard the conspiracy behind it.

Su Bei sighed lightly:

"I finally know why Yao Yan insists on going through the tribulation..."

Li Zijun blinked his eyes and looked at the gradually extinguishing bonfire.

From the conversation between his master and the two mistresses, he vaguely seemed to have caught something.

The problem that had troubled me for a long time seemed to be solved suddenly.

The moonlight is as clear as water.

It turned out that the problem was not Master's Heaven-Swallowing Demon Technique at all.

If I had never lived again, would this life also end with me being killed by his own hands?

That superior will definitely try every means to gain his own physique, and it seems that his master also unintentionally obtained the so-called Heaven-Swallowing Demon Technique?

Li Zijun bit his lower lip, then raised his head, looking at Su Bei with his bright eyes.

Su Bei looked at Li Zijun with some doubts. He didn't know why she looked at him directly without saying a word. He reached out and touched her head and said gently:

"Disciple, what's wrong?"

"Did you think of something disturbing?"

Li Zijun stared at Su Bei for a long time, then looked at Xie Yi's doubtful eyes and whispered:

"Master, Zijun has a question to ask you. Well, I only want to ask you one person..."

As he finished speaking, his face turned red, but he clenched his fists tightly and mustered up his courage.

Su Bei was stunned for a moment, but Shan Wulan and Ji Nanjue beside him had already stood up and walked away, leaving a private space for the master and disciple.

Seeing the two women who were so considerate of him, Su Bei's throat trembled slightly, and his heart felt warm.

Then he casually picked up a stone on the ground, looked at it left and right under the moonlight, and threw it towards the river in the distance:

"Plop——"

A splash of water gradually appeared.

The night is like water, spreading gracefully all over the ground.

"What do you want to say to Master alone, Zijun?"

Su Bei sat down slowly, swept the hem of his robe, and looked at his four apprentices.

Li Zijun hesitated for a moment, took a deep breath, but still said:

"Master, to you, which one is less important or which one is more important, the people in the world and your personal feelings?"

"..."

The words were so long that people were so shocked that they couldn't recover for a long time.

Su Bei was stunned. He couldn't understand why Zijun suddenly asked such a question.

And he also went out of his way to tell others to go away.

"Why did Zijun suddenly ask this?"

"Why are you so serious?"

He squeezed her little hand and tilted his head to look at her.

"Master, you once said you would protect your disciple, right?"

"Well, as a master, you must protect your disciple at all costs."

"Then if one day..."

Su Bei stretched out his fingers to block what Li Zijun wanted to say, and looked at her with clear eyes.

The wind and moon are fluttering, and the catkins are flying.

What's flickering on the sparkling water may be Su Bei's eyes.

Su Bei whispered in her ear:

"If one day... then my teacher will still say the same thing, always protect those around you."

"Protect the disciples who are our masters."

"So...fuck you."

The intermittent memory fragments that troubled him in memories and illusions.

Su Bei may understand.

At this moment, Su Bei seemed to understand why the woman in front of him was clearly not a time traveler, but she could still write the poem "The Sapphire Case".

Why was it that when she saw Xiao Ruoqing for the first time, her eyes showed unconcealed hatred for herself.

Why is it that when she sees Mo Li, there is always a trace of complicated emotions in the corner of her eyes, which is a kind of contradiction between love and hate.

——I also know why there is no Sword Girl in that memory.

Su Bei hugged her in his arms. Li Zijun's face turned red instantly, his body stiffened, and he smelled his scent.

The river flowed leisurely, and the night wind blew Su Bei's eyes half closed, with a smile on his lips:

"My teacher will never abandon you."

After a pause, he added:

"again."

Li Zijun bit his red lips, his mind went blank.

again?

again.

Tears streamed down her cheeks.

Master, have you remembered?

Under the moonlight, Su Bei hugged Li Zijun tightly, holding this gentle woman.

He raised his head and looked at the moon in the sky.

Did you remember it yourself?

Didn't remember.

——But I may have guessed it.

...

The ancient country of Nanfeng, Nandu.

Sword Sect's flying boat gradually sailed into the area of ​​Nandu. Above the sky, a group of Sword Sect disciples could see large numbers of sect disciples rushing over from all directions. It was obvious that everyone's goal was exactly the same.

As the most grand event in the twenty-one states, the Immortal Competition in the twenty-one states has undoubted appeal and attraction.

"It's really spectacular..."

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! A disciple of the Sword Sect looked at the scene in front of him, with a hint of shock in his eyes.

I have seen the opening ceremony of the Holy Land before, and the scale was not small. However, the scene was still more shocking in comparison. Here, you can meet the most outstanding sect disciples in the entire twenty-one states.

"Everyone, please pay attention, we are almost there."

"Hold on to the handrails next to you and prepare to land!"

Shan Wukue stood at the front of the flying boat, looking at everything in front of him, turned around and looked at the disciples of the Sword Sect and said happily.

Along the way, without Shan Wulan, although I was a little uneasy, I finally arrived in Nandu smoothly without any accidents.

Finally, in the rapid fall of the flying boat, the disciples of Jianzong landed in a square in Nandu.

"This is the main city of Nandu. Everyone, follow me into the city, holding hands one by one. Be careful!"

Shan Wique opened the door of Feizhou and said to the Jianzong disciples who had already lined up.

He personally held Sword Girl's little hand and prepared to leave the flying boat.

The dull hair on his short hair spun around in a circle, and it always felt like there was something left unfinished.

"Well, what did you forget?"

Sword Lady bit her lower lip and pulled Dan Wukue's little hand, gesturing at her.

Shan Wuque blinked his eyes, looked at Sword Girl, and then suddenly realized, he quickly patted his chest, his stupid hair turned rapidly, and rubbed Sword Girl's little face vigorously:

"Thank you Sword Girl for reminding me!"

"Uncle Master actually forgot about Ruoqing and the others..."

After saying that, he hurriedly walked towards a corner of the flying boat:

"Ruoqing, Mo Li, Mo Fan!"

"Arrived in Nandu!"

"..."


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