Ling Yunpo and An Zhisu held hands together, their fingers were linked, and they walked carefully in the cave.
The air in the cave did not feel dull, but there was a bit of wet water vapor, as if there was a flow of water not far away.
Senior Sister An bit her lower lip, and the expression of a little daughter was rarely seen on her face, which was completely different from the cold and fierce expression she had scolded Senior Brother Fan at the entrance of the cave.
It’s not that she is not used to holding hands with her junior brother, but in Lin Duanshan and Duan Fenhai, both of whom were linked together, as if she was declared sovereignty in public, which really made her face a little unbearable.
It’s just because of his short-term character, and he feels that he can’t hit his junior brother, otherwise he won’t be able to do anything with him. What should he do?
Therefore, Senior Sister An simply lowered her eyes, looked at the stone land, not the junior brother, pretending to be fine, and let Ling Yunpo pull her forward.
"Note that you are about to enter the illusion." Kunlun Jing suddenly said.
Ling Yunpo was excited and even stopped the small movement of secretly scratching his senior sister's palm, just looking forward carefully.
After walking for a long time, there was still nothing unusual around me until the passage in front gradually became spacious.
The two of them walked into the room and it turned out to be a secret room deep in Qingluo Peak.
In the secret room, the long-browed immortal stood silently, facing his back to the two, and said quietly:
"Ask about love, ask about love? Su Jian, for a mortal, you can even give up the great way? I can't reach foolishly, I can't reach foolishly..."
His voice was low and hoarse, and Ling Yunpo and An Zhisu felt that their hair was about to stand up.
Because the long-browed immortal had already emitted an extremely strong body, almost wrapping the two of them with a sticky murderous intent that drowned.
An Zhisu took a quick step and blocked Ling Yunpo behind him. Feiyan and cold swords quickly pulled out and blocked him in front of him.
Ling Yunpo was shocked, quickly grabbed Senior Sister An's arm, and asked Kunlun Mirror again in his heart:
"A Jing! Is this immortal really an illusion? It's not a trap that was planned before!"
Kunlun Mirror did not answer, only a long silence remained.
Ling Yunpo gritted his teeth and thought to himself that the broken mirror would not lie to him.
Otherwise, if I die, who will help it save the world and restore the sky?
I saw the long-browed immortal blinking his finger silently, and the Liangyi Wei Dust Sword poked out from his sleeve.
He held the silver-white hilt in his hand, as if a Confucian man held a pen and turned slowly.
"In the past, for the sake of his so-called wife, he could stay in the mortal world for decades and completely abandon his own practice." The long-browed immortal looked at the two of them with a clear and thin face, with neither sad nor happy face, and his voice was empty and cold, "You can also
For the so-called daughter, she was ambushed heavily but fought to the death without retreating, and she was not even stingy about her own life."
"It seems that the cultivation of the sect and the support of the teacher are something that can be abandoned at any time and is completely insignificant."
"The road to practicing Taoism is a rugged and dangerous road. The ordinary heart in the world will only drag down the practice of Taoists. If everyone in Shushan is as upside down as Su Jian, putting their own personal feelings on the Taoist practice, now
How many people can become infants and how many people form elixirs?”
"The flow of love is the cancer of Shushan practitioners, and it is a mistake that should have been erased long ago."
"Su Jian is my apprentice, and I will not let him go astray. You are his daughter and apprentice. If you are willing to swear to turn back to justice, I will recognize you two disciples."
"What if it doesn't?" An Zhisu asked in a trembling voice. The pressure on the fairy of the long-browed eyebrows was so great that she seemed to be extremely difficult for her to breathe.
"If you are obsessed with it," said the immortal Changmei. "It is not impossible to let Su Jian return to his love flow with your death."
"If the immortal killed my senior sister and I, and after my master came out of seclusion, wouldn't he regard his master as a revenge?" Ling Yunpo said gritting his teeth.
"So what?" The long-browed fairy curled her lips slightly, as if she was sneering, and twitching, "Ask about love, as long as there is no burden worth caring about, how can he ask about love?"
"Even if he is still naive and naive, he should seek revenge on his master, and he must first improve his cultivation. Only when he becomes immortal can he have the possibility of defeating him."
"If there really is one day when my teacher admits this mistake, what's wrong?"
Ling Yunpo's face twitched, feeling that this old man was like a determined female protagonist, and he was completely in a state of incommunication that could not be communicated.
Why don’t you want a heroine? Because some heroines are not well written, others don’t want a heroine either. Why aren’t you allowed to cultivate love flow? Because some monks who have made mistakes, other monks aren’t allowed to cultivate love flow.
If Ling Yunpo was a debater, he would point out that this was a typical "landslide fallacy".
However, as we all know, the debater has no use... The knife is put on the neck, are you still debating with others?
"So that's it." Ling Yunpo laughed softly, and thought to himself that he asked me to help my senior sister repair this love story. He said firmly, "Immortal Changmei, please let me go and take my life."
"Just as the immortal said: If you ask about love, you must have feelings to ask. If the person you love no longer exists in this world, how can your senior sister ask about love? In this way, the immortal wishes and asks me to kill.
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"You can't!" An Zhisu was shocked and bit his lower lip hard, breaking through the pressure released by the Changmei Immortal in the pain, gritting his teeth and shouting, "Changmei Immortal, you are worse than killing his master," I!"
"If you want to cut off your father's heart, killing your junior brother is not the best solution. As long as my daughter exists for one day, my father will think of his mother when he sees me. Killing me can eliminate my father's thoughts, and it can also make your junior brother give up... Please let the immortal go
If you pass by junior brother, just take my life.”
Seeing that the senior brothers of Qingluofeng were scrambling to die, the Changmei Immortal finally changed color and was furious:
"Okay! OK! OK! Everyone is stubborn and doesn't care about their lives. Is Shushan pouring so many resources into you just to make you sacrifice at will?"
"Since you are so begging for death, I will fulfill you!"
He raised his finger and pointed at Ling Yun lightly, and blood immediately burst out from the latter's chest.
Ling Yunpo fell to the ground, his pupils dissipated weakly, and he felt that life was passing rapidly from the wound caused by the sword energy... Well, it was like a real thing.
"I told you that it was an illusion." Kunlun Jing complained.
"Why didn't you reply to me before?" Ling Yunpo asked helplessly, his body had lost control at this time.
"Aren't I going to reply to you? You don't believe it." Kunlun Jing said calmly, "I can only let you practice it myself."
Lingyunpo:………………………
I always feel that this broken mirror is getting more and more despicable. Is it my illusion?
He fell to the ground and "dead", and saw An Zhisu suddenly turned into a sword light, the man and sword merged, and he rushed towards the long-browed immortal like lightning!
Then, her body suddenly flew backwards at the same speed, like a broken willow, landing beside Ling Yunpo's "corpse".
"The last chance." The long-browed immortal walked to her and looked at An Zhisu, who had already bleeding from his mouth and nose, and had inhaled but not vented, and said slowly, "Give up asking for love, I will spare you."
An Zhisu raised his hand with difficulty, as if he wanted to hold the hilt of the sword next to him.
But in the end, I just slowly held Ling Yunpo's cold hand.