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Qingwu Zhenren shook his head and sighed, "Although several of us real people want you to sit in this position, it is difficult to predict the fate of the world, and it is better to cultivate yourself. Yichen, with your unique qualifications and understanding, I think it will not be difficult for you. I just hope you don't have other ideas. If so, it will really disappoint the love of your uncles and uncles.

Naturally, this was to comfort Liang Yichen. How could he not know? However, several of them didn't know what the master said to him when he left.

Now, I'm afraid we can only talk about it at another time.

If it weren't for Li Chengcheng...

Li Chengcheng half wanted to see Liang Yichen's reaction. Unexpectedly, as soon as he raised his head, he met Liang Yichen's reproachful eyes. For a moment, he was angry and turned his head to drink tea alone and ignored his affairs.

Of course, Liang Yichen can only smile bitterly in his heart. He really can't understand why Li Chengcheng's temperament has changed so much this time, which is completely different from before. Is it because of the Nine Chapters of Qin Emperor?

So he asked, "Uncle, I don't know whether to say a sentence."

Qingwu Zhenren dared to be a little surprised and said, "What makes you so cautious?"

Liang Yichen thought for a moment before saying, "I'm very curious about where the Nine Chapters of Qin Emperor practiced by Brother Li came from. Previous generations have never seen a word in the ancient books about the past of Tianyuan School."

When Qingwu heard the words, a strange color flashed in his eyes, but at this time, a crane sound shocked the three people.

I saw a white paper crane flying from the window. Qingwu Zhenren grabbed it in his hand as soon as he waved his hand. He opened the paper crane and wrote only two words on it: "Come quickly." But it was the handwriting of the head of Qingwei. Qingwu Zhenren's face was solemn for a moment, and he turned into a breeze and disappeared into the room without saying a word.

Liang Yichen and Li Chengcheng looked at each other and didn't know what was wrong with Qingwu Zhenren.

There were only two people left in the room for a while. After a brief blank, the atmosphere became awkward for a while.

The two only drank tea by themselves for a long time.

Liang Yichen opened his mouth first and said, "Brother Li, what happened that night was a little over for my brother."

Li Chengcheng was stunned for a moment and wanted to say a good word, but when he heard Brother Li's name, he sneered and said, "Brother Li, you are so good. I'm afraid our relationship will be broken in your heart that night."

Liang Yichen was also a young and vigorous person. Although he was extraordinary, this matter was not his fault. For a moment, he was angry and said angrily, "If you hadn't always done something inexplicably, would I have done that?"

"Inexplicable? Humph!" Li Chengcheng snorted coldly, "Who on earth did something inexplicable?"

Liang Yichen felt that he shouldn't be like this and said softly, "He is my younger brother."

It's okay not to mention Yang Zifan. When Yang Zifan and Li Chengcheng mentioned it, he was even more angry. He dreamed of throwing the teacup on the table, knocked down the teapot, and spilled tea on the table: "What are you explaining to me? What do you always mention about me and you? You and I will be broken. This crookedness is not done by a big man. With that, Li Chengcheng pulled off the corner of his long shirt and stared at Liang Yichen and said, "You and I are like this robe. It is broken today and can't be continued." After saying that, he shook his sleeves and left the room.

The corner of the cloth was left on the table by him.

Liang Yichen looked at it, and his heart was like a needle. The golden Zhenyuan in his hand loomed because of anger. After all, the small flat teacup could not stand the force and turned into powder.

Li Chengcheng, who went out of the door, wanted to look back, but he was afraid that he would not be able to look back.

He knew that this evil fate could only be broken by himself. Liang Yichen was innocent. If he continues like this, it will only hurt him,

He reached out and touched the broken corner, and tears rolled in his eyes. If it was broken and disappeared today, he might forget him. This pain had already made his heart hurt, painful, numb and cold.

The night was sticky, and he still couldn't see the moon. He looked up and smiled indifferently. Tears had rolled down his face, with warm bitterness all the way, which was even more cruel than cold.

"It's not your fault." The voice in his ear was a little warm, which made him feel a little better.

Li Chengcheng turned around, but it was the woman in white.

The woman in white smokes like water, as if containing endless warmth. Haoya said softly, "You can't blame yourself for many things."

Li Chengcheng asked, "Who is to blame?"

The warmth in the eyes of the woman in white dissipated like a spring breeze and turned into the cold of the harsh winter. She said viciously, "It's up to those who are unfaithful."

"Is it their fault?" Li Chengcheng said in a trance. He wanted to get closer to the woman in white, but at this time, a blue light seemed to slowly light up from his sleep. Li Chengcheng suddenly changed his face and said angrily, "You are a goblin!"

The woman in white looked at the axe in his hand and the clear light on the axe. As if he remembered something, shook his head and sighed, and said nonsense, "They are very good, very good."

The voice was as desolate as the sound of ghost crying, which lasted for a long time in the night, and the woman in white disappeared silently in the night as when she came.

Li Chengcheng held the sky and looked around, but he could no longer see where she had gone.

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The Tianyuan School Tibetan Sutra Pavilion is located five miles north of the Tianyuan Hall, where most of the outstanding disciples of the Tianyuan School are haunted. In order to facilitate these disciples to refer to the classical immortals, the Tianyuan School built a Sikongyuan on the side of the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion when it was the 56th head, thus forming the current closed atmosphere of the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion.

There are hundreds of rooms in Sikong Courtyard, but there are only a few disciples of the Tianyuan School who have the opportunity to retreat again. Since the last incident of Ziyang Bottle, in order to avoid quarrels between these young people, Qingwei and Lingxiu have let Haotian and Lingxiu come here after Gu Ming to practice, hoping to break through the cultivation of the Jindan period as soon as possible.

At dawn, Room 18 of Kun on the west side of Sikong Courtyard opened strangely in the white night, which was a lacquer wooden door.

There are carved flowers on the lacquered wooden door, which are lifelike, but there is a blood red on the brown painted wooden flowers at dawn. This blood red hides strangely in the darkness, flowing like a snake flashing letter, spreading from one tree flower to another. In a blink of an eye, it seems to swallow the whole facade. I'm afraid there is nothing to stop this momentum.

Suddenly.

At the time of this blood-red momentum victory.

"Daw." There was a low curse in the room, and the scolding was weak and even choked. It seemed that there was a mouthful of phlegm stuck in my throat, which sounded creepy. The blood was as red as a bad sound, trembling violently, and there was no trace of hissing and fragmentation.

The lacquered wooden door seemed to be understood and removed. It returned to calm in the morning light at dawn and slowly opened again.

But behind the door, there was a long and short gasp, which was extremely small and fragmented, as if someone was enduring great pain.

The sound didn't stop until the warm sun shone through the whole Sikong Courtyard.

Then a gray-shirted disciple hurried in from outside the east gate of Sikongyuan and went straight. After arriving at this door, he stopped and whispered, "Big brother, Master asked you to go down the mountain with him today. He is waiting for you at the foot of the mountain. You don't have to go back."

"Ye" There was a response from the room, calm and powerful, not like at dawn.

The gray-shirt disciple outside the house was stunned when he heard the response. He only felt that the eldest brother's response today was a little indifferent, but this may be his own illusion, and then he bowed his head and left the Sikongyuan.

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When the first light of the Yuan School shines on the back mountain road, Yang Zifan was bowing his head to clean up the fallen leaves overnight. The mountain road after the rain is not easy to sweep. Although the mountain road is paved with bluestone, it is uneven in many places for a long time, leaving a large area of water naturally.

However, fortunately, Yang Zifan's Zhenyuan is fire attribute. By the way, the Zhenyuan will evaporate the accumulated water on the bluestone.

Although the idea is very good, this move is not so easy to do. First of all, the broom in Yang Zifan's hand is an ordinary palm, which is difficult to attach a true element, and it is impossible to attach a true element with fire attributes. If you take the palm directly, it will definitely burn. Therefore, every time Yang Zifan cleans up, he has to convert the real element in his body into a wood attribute that Palm can accept, and then become a fire attribute when it is released. Fortunately, he has a trick, otherwise he can't succeed at all.