You know it yourself.

I am here to help you inquire about your heart. The sooner you detect these things, the better. Otherwise, you will be a burden on the road in the future, and you will have hidden inner demons that you cannot control and are unwilling to face head-on.

We monks, whether we do good or evil, must do it clearly and follow the purest path, especially those who are unknowingly hypocritical and evil will be punished!"

Return to laughter:

"Zhao Rong, I have told you so much because I don't want you to die too early in the future. I want you to die with me. The longer you can live for me, the better. So wherever I want to help you, I will always help you."

You're just helping yourself.

In fact, I think it is most suitable for a person like you to become a demon cultivator. What kind of Confucian scholar would you be?

But I won't let you practice demon cultivation. I won't tell you the reason now. You can just do it now. From the current point of view, Confucian scholars are quite good.

I have now helped you figure out some of your true intentions. No matter how you deal with that dark side, whether you accept it or overcome it, I don't care. As long as you know it clearly in your heart, stop whining and not daring to look directly at it."

Zhao Rong smiled.

Laughing so hard that I can't breathe.

He did not tell Gui that when faced with the dark side of his heart, should he accept it and become a demon, overcome it and become a saint, or should he find another alternative?

Zhao Rong held his stomach, straightened up, and wiped his eyes.

"Gui, you talk so damn much."

"How about this bowl of chicken soup?"

"happy."

Finished.

Zhao Rong turned around.

He ran towards the woman with all his strength.

Under the secluded mountain.

Many guests had just attended the wedding ceremony of a couple of gods and goddesses.

Witnessed the birth of a couple again.

What happened today is also a beautiful story that can be spread on the mountain.

And both of them are the proud sons of heaven.

Except for Jiang Chebai's ordinary appearance, which is far different from Zhao Lingfei, the other conditions are extremely suitable.

Ning Ying clapped her hands gently.

She chuckled, her eyes darting back and forth between Zhao Lingfei and Jiang Chebai.

At a certain moment, Ning Ying suddenly remembered that a few hours ago, when they first went up the mountain, Concubine Zhao Ling admitted that she already had a husband, and he seemed to be a Confucian scholar.

But now...

Ning Ying glanced at Concubine Zhao Ling in front of her.

Her expression was still calm, and she was looking down at the magical Han Chan Saber. At this time, she was taking out part of the sword blade to examine it carefully.

Ning Ying's smile did not change.

That Han Chan was indeed magical, after all, it was the sword belonging to the Seventh Realm Sword Immortal. However, Zhao Lingfei took it without taking long, which surprised her.

But then I thought about it, maybe Zhao Lingfei's nominal husband was just a marriage for profit, maybe that husband was dead, or maybe it was more dramatic, and he was a useless useless person as written in the storybook.

material?

Are you going to stage a counterattack from Hedong in thirty years to Hexi in thirty years?

Ning Ying's lips curled up, feeling a little bored.

around her.

Many students from the Taiqing Prefecture had similar ideas to Ning Ying.

No matter who his identity is, he is not very interested in Zhao Lingfei's nominal husband, because Zhao Lingfei's behavior can already explain the problem.

Among the crowd, there were even some women who stared at the sword with burning eyes. They stared at Zhao Lingfei who was really calmly looking at her with inexplicable feelings. However, they quickly calmed down and stared at the man and woman on the field with a look of blessing.

.

now.

Amidst the thunderous applause, Jiang Chebai gasped for air. Everything he had just mustered up the courage to do felt like a dream.

There was a look on his face that he couldn't believe. This had only appeared in his dreams. He was even prepared to fail...

But these are no longer important.

Zhao Lingfei actually took it!

She took Han Chan!

Is she willing to be my destination!?

Jiang Chebai grinned silently, wanting to laugh, but couldn't because of the violent rise and fall in his chest.

He felt that the whole world had changed, and the future was full of infinite expectations. Even the bottleneck of the Half-step Nascent Soul that had stuck on him for a long time was showing signs of loosening.

Just because of her arrival!

Jiang Chebai opened his arms at a loss, but saw Zhao Lingfei unhappily pulling out the cicada and unsheathing it three inches.

He smiled and put down his hand, and said softly: "Lingfei, this handle..."

Got it, got it, got it!

Suddenly, the chilling cicadas shrieked!

A miserable trembling sound broke out!

It can be heard within a few miles.

Jiang Chebai's words were interrupted, and the deafening applause around him was like a waterfall frozen in ice, the sound was frozen.

After the pitiful trembling.

Everything returned to tranquility.

The surroundings were completely silent, and almost everyone's eyes were fixed on Zhao Lingfei.

I saw that she still maintained the same posture as before.

Hold the cicada horizontally with your left hand.

Put it aside for now.

Even with the eyebrows.

Her right hand grasped the hilt of the sword wrapped in white cloth. Her bare hand was whiter than the white cloth.

now.

The cicada has already been unsheathed three inches.

The blade of its Taiyin Glazed Iron Ultimate Move is as thin as a cicada's wing, and its entire body is as transparent as glass. You can see the scenery through the blade.

At this moment, Jiang Chebai, who was standing opposite Zhao Lingfei, could see through the almost transparent sword body a pair of long autumn eyes, two eyebrows that looked like distant mountains with daisies, and a light brown tear mole.

This is a scenery that belongs only to her. Jiang Chebai is very familiar with it, but at this moment it is extremely unfamiliar!

Because...it's too cold.

Those long autumn eyes were looking at him through the sword body.

The cold air emanating from Taiyin Glazed Iron seems to be emanating from her eyes. Her eyebrows make people feel too far away. The beautiful tear mole that could have wiped away her cold temperament also seems to be frozen, making people feel uncomfortable.

Jiang Chebai felt particularly indifferent.

What frightened Jiang Chebai even more, and surprised the monks onlookers was...the chilling cicada no longer trembled.

After the mournful chirping of cicadas.

It returned to absolute calm, without any tremors.

Jiang Chebai felt his heart suddenly fall from the sun-scorched sea of ​​clouds to the cold and damp bottom of the abyss. His lips trembled slightly, "Lingfei..."

Zheng!

Concubine Zhao Ling instantly closed her sword and stretched out her hand to place Han Chan horizontally in front of Jiang Chebai.

The two of them were isolated.

It's like an unbridgeable gap.

She frowned and interrupted: "Hanchan no longer likes me, please take the sword."

Jiang Chebai's ordinary face turned pale instantly, and his body became stiff and motionless.

The people around them who had applauded and blessed the two fell silent for a moment.

After all, who could have imagined that things would go in this direction?
Chapter completed!