In the dormitory, a six-foot-wide agarwood bed was hung with a crocodile twirled tent, and bursts of suppressed coughing could be heard from inside the bed.
The chief disciple held the medicine bowl and knelt beside the bed. His tears couldn't stop flowing, "Please drink this bowl of medicine... Although the medicine is bitter, it can cure the disease. Even if you don't think about yourself, you should think about it."
Master, please think about it. If she comes back one day and can't find you, how sad she will be!"
After hearing this, the coughing on the couch intensified, "Bullshit! That little white-eyed wolf... cough cough cough, if you don't scold me, it will be my short life... cough cough, you have accumulated good deeds in this life!"
"..."
Wen Yang stood behind the crowd and raised his eyebrows slightly, raised his hand and touched his nose.
Are you that kind of ungrateful person?
When he looked next to the bed, the master had already sat up.
His body is tall and straight, and he exudes a faint fairy spirit, which makes people feel awe.
It doesn't look sick at all.
"Don't worry, I won't die that easily." Master said angrily.
With that said, he took the medicine bowl.
The chief disciple moved his fingers, as if he wanted to say something, but seeing that his master had already brought the bowl to his mouth, he remained silent.
Two seconds later, a furious voice shouted in pain, "Hot, hot, hot! You kid wants to kill me!"
"It's just been boiled, it's strange that it's not hot..." the chief disciple muttered in a low voice.
The master grabbed his ears and said, "You dare to talk back, be careful, I will confiscate your tongue!"
"It's the same every time... nothing new, ouch!"
After this incident, the dull atmosphere in the dormitory relaxed a little. Facing the concerned faces of the fairy children, Master sighed and reassured everyone, "Master's illness is not harmful. You can study with peace of mind and don't put your mind at ease."
Keep your mind on other things. If you have nothing else to do, go out and don’t disturb the old man while I sleep!"
Listening to the master's energetic voice, the chief disciple felt relieved.
After talking around the bed for a while, he ordered the fairy boys to disperse.
The dormitory fell into silence again.
Wen Yang stood by the window, looking at the mountains in the distance, and felt something for a while.
Counting the time, thousands of years have passed since his soul was split apart.
This place has remained the same for thousands of years, and nothing has changed.
"Stinky girl, everyone has left, and you are still standing there, waiting for me to come over and invite you?"
At this time, the master's voice sounded behind him. If he listened carefully, he seemed much older and weaker than before.
Wen Yang looked back, his eyes fell on his master, and his pupils suddenly trembled.
Judging from the appearance, the master is clearly a sign of imminent emergence!
She couldn't help but take a step forward, grasped the opponent's veins, and frowned, "How could this happen?"
The aura is faint and nonexistent, and the spiritual energy in the Dantian is scattered and chaotic, unable to be condensed...
The end is approaching...
Master carefully looked at Wen Yang's familiar features, and after a long time, he patted the top of her hair lovingly, "It seems that what Yuanshi Tianzun said is right. You do have a different physique from ordinary people, and you can reverse the universe and achieve nirvana."
Pan was reborn. It’s a pity that I can’t see the day when you return to the throne with your own eyes..."
Wen Yang sniffed a few times and said, "Why are you saying these useless words? First tell me clearly what happened to your body."
The Master and Yuanshi Tianzun are both ancient gods, and their lifespans are as long as the heavens. They should not have such a fate.
Master waved his hand, "No need to worry about it. In fact, I called you here this time for another matter."
"Is there anything more important than your body?"
"Shuoyuan betrayed the master."
Shuoyuan is the seventeenth disciple of the master, and he is in charge of the position of god since he was born.
"Four or five hours ago, a theft occurred in the sect. Someone saw Shuo Yuan appearing in Tianji Pavilion, injuring fellow sect members, and stealing hundreds of Taoist sect's spiritual skills, including life-changing talismans, Yin-Yang curse seals, etc.
Forbidden Technique, I have just calculated that the aura of Shuoyuan has appeared in the world where you live, and I suspect that he is going after you."
Wen Yang looked at Master again, "Run for me?"
She didn't have a deep impression of Shuoyuan. When she was at Qingyuan Peak, she only saw him a few times in the distance.
"The details haven't been calculated yet." These were all things he saw from Tianji Pavilion. "That's why I thought of calling you back to discuss countermeasures."
Wen Yang pondered for a moment and said, "How long has Shuoyuan been running away?"
The master covered his cough with his sleeve, took a breath and said, "Four or five hours, what happened?"
Four or five hours ago?
One day in the sky and one year in the mortal world. According to this calculation, the time when Shuo Yuan stole the secret technique was when she was poisoned by fire and went down the mountain to look for Feng Lingche.
Could it be a coincidence?…
Wen Yang's true form in her previous life was a manjushuahua plant on the Huangquan Road, and fire spells just happened to defeat her.
Regardless of whether there was another person behind it or Shu Yuan, the ultimate goal should be to kill her, but he left a hand to let him figure out that Feng Lingche, who was born with cold poison, could save her life. This thing is too inconsistent.
"By the way, how is Yuanshi Tianzun doing now?" Wen Yang suddenly asked.
The master knew that she had been reincarnated in another world, but he still had the ability to summon her spiritual consciousness back to Qingyuan Peak. He must have known about the fire poison in her body, but he did not mention it, presumably because he did not find out the source.
There are answers in the questions.
Since it was the Thunder Tribulation of that stinky Immortal Lord above the Nine Heavens, she could just go find him.
The master was stunned for a few seconds, then sighed as he finished speaking, stroking his beard and said, "That person has gone down to earth to undergo calamity."
"Go down to the mortal world?!" Wen Yang was a little surprised. It was hard to imagine what it would be like for that cold-faced Bingshan who didn't like to talk much to go to the mortal world to experience calamity.
"Then do you know where you went?"
The master looked at her meaningfully for a while and then said, "Before descending to earth, Yuanshi Tianzun sealed all his spiritual power, including his own breath, so that even Tianji Pavilion cannot detect it."
"That's it." Although Wen Yang felt a little regretful, he did not continue to ask further.
After the master said these words, his face showed a bit of tiredness. In order not to disturb his rest, Wen Yang left the dormitory.
Although she is only in the state of a soul, the barrier outside the fairy gate was set up by herself. Wen Yang is not worried about outsiders invading and harming her. She can go in and out of various places unscrupulously.
The first thing we came to was Tianji Pavilion.
Xiaofu will connect the past and present, criticize yin and yang, cut off the five elements, the six realms of heaven, and all kinds of things in the world can be detected by Tianji Pavilion.
As soon as he stepped into the door, Wen Yang saw the Tiandao Mirror shining with bright blue light.
At first, the Tiandao Mirror was as usual, but when Wen Yang approached, ripples appeared on the surface of a lake, and the water waves spread out layer by layer, and the picture became clearer and clearer——
She saw Feng Lingche inside.
The broken hair on his forehead covered his eyebrows, making his eyes darker and duller. His long, pale fingertips were holding a piece of paper, and the pain in his eyes was clearly visible.
Wen Yang guessed what was on the paper with just a glance, and his heart suddenly felt pricked.