Chapter 396 Rainbow

The sun rises eastward, and the sun shines on the high platform, like red gold plates, shaking and stunning eyes, but in Yu Ci's heart, the heavy feeling is like dark clouds, covering the sky and the sun.

He sat on the star-gathering platform, holding his head with his hands, in a daze. The disappearance of the old Taoist was so sudden and mysterious that it completely fell into a psychedelic situation. Apart from anxiety, he no longer knew what else he should be in.

Just anxiety also tortured him so much that he summoned the Dharma Saint of the Building to ask clearly the situation at that time, but the man suddenly disappeared. At this time, Yu Ci looked at the Shui Sword in the center of the Juxingtai, like a child who was lost with his parents. I wonder if he should go find someone or wait here.

Finally, he chose to wait.

It is not his character to be so passive, but he really can't take a step and doesn't know where to go. He can only sit on the ground and force some information to stuff into his mind that is beneficial to the boat:

"Before he flew away, he rebelled and flourished, full of vitality..."

"Talking and laughing at your heart, feeling sad rather than being negative."

"By the way, there is also Xuanzhen Ningxu Pill, which increases the life span of one Jiazi!"

"The sect didn't respond either."

He just piled up reasons like this, watching the shadow of the Shui Sword shorten and lengthen, but Yu Zhou never came back.

The chill in my heart slowly grew. On the platform, there was wind from all directions. He was the only one, accompanied by the sword on the ground, as if he had returned to a long time ago. At that time, he was a beggar who could die on the street at any time. He sat alone on the corner of the street every night, alone at the long night...

With a "bang", Yu Ci punched the platform hard, forcibly erasing this extremely pessimistic thought, and then suddenly stood up. He finally had enough, and he must understand today!

As soon as his knees were straightened, he twitched his waist and back, and then he felt that there was no pain in his body, which even touched his lungs, causing the qi and blood to flow back, and he was unknowingly injured.

This is the problem of the Star Gathering Platform. Here is a place where the talisman array is used to attract the star power of the heavens. The pressure is extremely high, and the stars change at all times as the sun and the moon alternate, and the stars shift. When he was excited, he rushed up desperately and stayed for more than half a day. The star power of the heavens secretly eroded under the transformation of the talisman array, causing him to be seriously injured.

Yu Ci gritted his teeth and pressed his injuries, reached out to get the Shui Sword in the center, but when he was about to touch it, he couldn't help but hesitate.

If this is a key thing, will it hinder the old Taoist?

Now, his fear of gains and losses was too heavy. It was just like this little delay. A simple white slender hand reached over and gently picked up the Shui Sword. Yu Ci was shocked. He was just lost and felt everything at the lowest limit. He didn't even know that someone came.

He raised his head and He Qing's face came into his eyes.

At this moment, Yu Ci grabbed the driftwood like a drowning man. He rushed forward and almost hit the female cultivator: "He Xianchang, have you ever seen Master Yu Guan..."

The end of the conversation suddenly broke.

He Qing was looking at him, his eyes were as cold as the water in a deep pool, silent and without waves.

Yu Ci opened his mouth slightly, and a memory suddenly popped up in his heart. During that time, he forgot it intentionally or unintentionally, but now, the questions that arise from it are like countless thorny thorns surrounding his heart, making his qi and blood dysfunction!

"Go back."

He Qingran spoke casually, no different from before, "I remember telling you that with your cultivation level, don't come to the Star Gathering Platform for the time being."

Ordinary words bring great absurdity.

Yu Ci was stunned. The most important issue that should be paid attention to now is not the whereabouts of the old Taoist Yu Zhou? He forgot to pursue that question, looked at He Qing, and turned his head to scan the surroundings. The alienation of "doubt is suspected in a dream" surrounded him again. Could it be that it was really a dream?

Then, he saw the Shui Sword.

With a low moan, the four-foot-long sword weapon was unsheathed. The female cultivator flapped her wrist slightly, and the sword light was like water. The sword body seemed to be assimilated with the void, and only a series of water marks appeared and disappeared. She was not good at sword art, but the bitter sword energy slashed across her face, and there was still a bone-marrow-permeable evil spirit.

Yu Ci stood there, and the sword light and water scar passed by his eyes. He originally wanted to speak again, but now he shut up.

Another clear sound, He Qing stopped, and the flexible sword body buzzed and trembled. The cultivator's eyes slid past the sword body, and then fell on Yu Ci's face, and shook his head slightly:

"This sword is not suitable for you..."

She put the sword in the sheath and still gave her the original place: "Go down and recover well. Don't plant the root of the disease just after she recovers."

As he said that, He Qing sat cross-legged with his eyes closed and said nothing.

Yu Ci was crazy by her strange behavior. Even the Buddha Daozun couldn't help but feel angry. She was about to go forward and talk again. Her body suddenly froze and a hand was pressed on his shoulder:

"Why not bother her... don't bother her."

The first half of the sentence is definitely not said to him.

Yu Ci listened to this unfamiliar voice and couldn't move at all. At this moment, he felt a sense that the female cultivator instantly became the center of the world, or to be more precise, the sky seemed to put "attention" on her, and the rest of the people were rejected.

The pressure on his shoulders faded, and Yu Ci looked up and saw dark clouds gathering, and the clouds in the sky were instantly dyed with a thick ink.

"You go first, the sect will give you an explanation."

"Master Fang..."

Before Yu Ci finished speaking, the void was already changing in front of him. When the vision stabilized, he was no longer on the Star Gathering Platform. He was arranged around him, but a room in the Zhaixing building, with the void on the left side, and his vision was still quite wide.

In the sky, clouds were stained with ink, and the golden snake jumped, and below, figures followed one by one, and the light was flying up, but they were not too close. They just surrounded each other and looked up.

Occasionally, there were words, and they were just a few words, until a loud voice was added: "It is a blessing to see He Xian of the Sect break through the pass and overcome the disaster with his own eyes. From now on, he will live forever. It is a blessing, but it is more pleasant than the sword garden and other things!"

There was a vague echo again. Yu Ci took the opportunity to look over there, but he didn't care. He stood there quietly for a moment, wiped his face with both hands, and after he moved his hands away, his face became very calm, and then jumped out of the fence and went straight down, without looking back.

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The entire mountain gate is in a very strange atmosphere.

He Qing, a disciple of the three generations of the Empirical Department, bathed in the Zhaixing Tower, and killed the demons. After two days of breaking the Tribulation Pass, he became a true person in immortality.

From then on, the number of sect cultivators increased to eight people. Including the Huaxi Peak that had successfully climbed to the sky before, the number of Buxu cultivators in the sect reached 31, and their strength was enhanced.

However, on the same day, Yu Zhou, a disciple of the sect's priesthood department, transformed into a rainbow of swords on the Zhaixing Tower.

Pay attention, it is the "remaining of the sword"!

This is the characterization of the sect.

What a vague word! Just like Yu Ci himself sensed, people were confused by the mysterious process, and when they were passed on by word of mouth, they became even more strange. People didn't even know whether they should be sad.

The most typical one is Baoguang.

Of course, the little Taoist priest was sad. Although the man did not cry easily, he had already cried loudly and his eyes were still swollen. However, after crying, he couldn't grasp his emotions. Sadness was sadness, but he was more confused. For example, now, he was pulling Yu Ci, hoping to get a definite answer:

"Rainbow is not a particularly bad description, it must be that life spans, body and spirit are destroyed, right? Senior brother, you were present at that time. Do you think the master has any other plans, maybe, to reincarnate and re-cultivate?"

Looking at the unwavering expectation in the little Taoist priest's eyes, Yu Ci was speechless.

Just now, Zhang Yan and Li You and his friends who came to comfort him have left, and their words of comfort are actually similar.

At this time, he tried hard to lift a jar of fine wine that had been prepared onto the table: "The master of the audience made this mysterious thing, but he was worried. No matter who he was, we two will be drunk today until we stop!"

The words were not so steady, but they gave Baoguang a good feeling. It seemed that the next moment, the old and kind Taoist priest would appear in the room and speak with a smile.

Baoguang laughed, and when he laughed, tears flowed down again.

Half an hour later, Baoguang was drunk, and Yu Ci was just slightly drunk.

He threw down the wine bowl and looked at the little Taoist priest who was sleeping at the desk. For a moment, his fingers drew a rune in the void, his lips and teeth opened and closed, and his voice was deep. The little Taoist priest made a "um" sound and murmured "Master".

Yu Ci's eyes were quiet, and after waiting for a while, he whispered: "You know the relationship between Master and He Qing."

Baoguang said "um" again, and Yu Ci said to him: "Tell me!"

When he spoke, Yu Ci's pupils were frozen.

Two days after Yu Zhou's rainbow transformation, Yu Ci finally suffered repeated shocks, his mood slowly calmed down, and accordingly, questions surged, and there was a huge change compared to that day. He temporarily broke away from the old Taoist entanglement of "life or death" and pointed the problem to a more realistic level:

Why did it come to this point?

Yu Ci is not a fool. On the contrary, he is keen and diagnosing people's hearts. He has long seen that there must be some unbearable past between Yu Zhou and He Qing. He did not ask about it before, but it was just out of respect for the old Taoist Taoist, and also in the thought of "having a hatred for the respected ones" by Li You and Baoguang.

But now, no one can hide it from him anymore!

Baoguang was controlled by the spirits and the ** curse. He had stopped closing the door on his mouth and spoke vaguely. Yu Ci carefully distinguished it before he heard the beginning. The door was loud and the door was kicked open:

"Where can you use these twists and turns? I want to know, I'll tell you."

Yu Ci was not very surprised. It can even be said that he had been looking forward to such a thing. He stood up and stopped caring about the vague words of the Taoist priest, bowing to the elder who came in without warning:

"Master Lu, please help me solve my doubts."

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I almost delayed another day, Baibai paused and felt ashamed.
Chapter completed!