All the monks in the entire Fanyin Temple knew that Brother Mingjing was cold, reserved and unkind, until one day someone accidentally passed by in the secret realm and found him swinging Junior Brother Mingkong with the Sky Hammer.

Mingkong's smile remained on the corner of his mouth. Looking from a distance, he could only see a glowing human head flying in the air.

Upon closer inspection, he was standing straight, with Mingjing holding his ankles and hitting the clock, like a wobbly human windshield wiper. The situation was so weird that children would have nightmares for half a year.

The bell rang loudly, startling all the animals. The golden light spread like waves in the gradually darkening sky.

Xu Ye covered his ears and used his sword energy to resist the endless spiritual pressure. His scalp was numb from the torment: "Why do I feel that Mingkong's head is more useful than the bell pestle?"

What he said was true. As a talented disciple in the Fanyin Temple, Mingkong had practiced the Vajra Body Protection Skill for many years. His body had gradually transcended the realm of ordinary people and was moving further and further towards the direction of a thousand-year-old steel bar.

To be honest, from an absolutely fair and just perspective, Mingkong was far superior to his senior brother's original bell pestle in terms of both durability and ability to withstand spiritual power.

Even if you want to compare the clarity of the two sounds, you only need to knock the little monk's bald and shiny head against the bell. The moment the skull touches the black iron, you can be sure that he will win without any suspense, without too many words.

Ningning was amazed at what she saw, and secretly thought that the world of immortal cultivation was full of talented people.

In front, there are various musical instruments such as suona, Buddhist bell and erhu, and in the back, there are boiled eggs and human body bells and pestles. Perhaps this is the legendary "making the best use of things and people". Only she can't think of it, but there is nothing they can't do.

The two disciples of the Beast Taming Sect were already defeated, and now they were not like the Xuanxu Sword Sect who could use sword energy as a shield. They were knocked off their feet by the sound of the bell. In the end, the female cultivator yelled at the top of her voice: "Stop knocking, we admit defeat!"

The moment the words were spoken, the sound of the Buddhist bell faded away, leaving only a lingering sound.

There is always a mountain higher than another, and the world of cultivation is full of talented people.

The two people from the Beast Taming Sect would never have expected that the cool moves they were so proud of would be suppressed by an even cooler routine. They had no choice but to hand over all the tokens on their bodies with tears in their eyes. In the end, they held hands and looked at each other with tears in their eyes, and faded out of the secret trial realm together.

Mingkong Mingjing had obviously noticed Ningning and the others a long time ago. After taking the token, they all looked over.

Qiao Yan was frightened by the scene of the human bell pestle just now. She subconsciously took a step back and stood beside Ningning.

"Amitabha."

Mingkong smiled and put his hands together, bowing slightly: "The Buddha said that looking back five hundred times in the previous life can be exchanged for a passing by in this life. I am so predestined with the donors, it must be the blessing accumulated in the previous life."

Buddha: Go away, I never said that.

"Congratulations, benefactor!"

Ming Jing also raised his lips slightly, and his whole body was full of the elegance and easy-going nature of a young Buddhist: "We have not met since we parted at Yishan many years ago. It is fate that we meet today."

He Zhizhou rarely meets opponents of equal strength. Ye Zongheng is one of them, and Master Mingjing is also one of them.

Given this man's shamelessness, Tsinghua University and Peking University had to set up a special subject for him, called "Challenging the Limits of Human Endurance - Taking You into the Science of Shamelessness."

If it develops a little more, it can be submitted as a national cultural heritage and be together with those thick ancient city walls, which can be regarded as a return to one's roots.

He Zhizhou: ...

He Zhizhou: “Haha.”

His temper flared up, and he didn't want to pay any attention to this ungrateful person. Just when he was about to turn his head away and ignore him, he heard Ming Jing continue:

"I have always been grateful to Mr. He for saving my life. Now that we meet, I will give you all the tokens I have taken away."

After saying that, he actually reached into his sleeve and took out eight square tokens.

He Zhizhou originally wanted to refuse.

But he gave too much.

"If we give away all the stolen tokens, Master Mingjing will only have one for himself."

He Zhizhou looked like he was receiving red envelopes during the Spring Festival, pushing and shoving his relatives in a polite manner: "No, no, what should I do if I am eliminated?"

Ming Jing cooperated with him very sensibly: "A monk should follow his heart and everything is predetermined. I came to this secret place only for training, so don't worry too much, Mr. He."

Ningning watched as her senior brother happily accepted four of the pieces, and the only thing he said to Mingjing was "Friends walk together for life". Perhaps this was the friendship between men, which she really didn't understand.

She was silent for a moment, then asked softly, "It's getting late today, and it's almost night. Where are you two young masters planning to go?"

He answered in a clear and gentle voice, completely lacking the temperament of swinging and hitting people. He looked just like a melancholy literary youth: "We take the sky as our blanket and the earth as our bed. We monks are used to practicing asceticism, and we prefer to live between heaven and earth. Buddha said that I don't like the lingering world of mortals, and that falling leaves are my final destination."

The Buddha's reputation was damaged, and Ningning's heart was pounding. Her toes were almost digging out a three-bedroom apartment.

Unfortunately, He Zhizhou got the token and was so excited that he even spoke in a solemn voice, using the tone of a speech under the national flag: "It seems that we are destined to part with the two young masters today. It's a pity that we missed the fate on the Three Lives Stone and missed each other in this life. Flowers will eventually fall, and fate will eventually end. Alas!"

You got into the role so quickly!

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Mingkong Mingjing said goodbye quickly and left, and Ningning and her group followed Qiao Yan back to the cottage by the waterfall to rest for a while.

The little fox couldn't forget the two monks. As they walked, he asked, "My parents always say that there are many talented young men in the cultivation world. Are they referring to them?"

Ning Ning was silent for a moment: "Well, the new wave always has to innovate and improve on the basis of the old wave, otherwise how can the old wave be beaten to death on the beach."

It was almost evening when they returned to the waterfall. They had worked hard all day, but to their surprise, not only did they get nothing but the token, but they also had more and more doubts, which made them completely confused.

The demons in the water mirror formation, the whereabouts of the fox spirits, and the most critical whereabouts of the Burning Sun Bow, everything was shrouded in fog. Ningning could only catch a glimpse of a vague corner and could not see clearly at all.

Qiao Yan was an impatient person. After returning to the settlement, he hurriedly led everyone to find Qin Niang. With his ears drooping limply, he briefly recounted what had happened.

"The Burning Sun Bow... is gone?"

The woman in the wheelchair coughed lightly, her eyebrows slightly furrowed: "How could it be... cough!"

Halfway through her speech, she raised her eyes and looked straight at her daughter beside her: "Mother has long told you not to take risks in West Mountain. The Fire Phoenix and the Demon Clan are not things you can handle. If you think you are muddle-headed and something unexpected happens, what will you do?"

"I, I just want to save you!"

Qiao Yan was getting anxious from being stared at, and gritted her teeth and said, "The Water Mirror Formation is gradually weakening. If the demons can break through it one day--"

"Xiao Yan."

Qin Niang gently held her cold and trembling hand: "We are already dying people, relying on the spiritual energy of heaven and earth in the secret realm to barely survive. Once we leave this place and go to the outside world, we will soon die due to spiritual exhaustion. You listen to me, wait until the young Taoist priests finish their training and the secret realm door opens, and then you leave with them."

This was the first time that the mother and daughter had broken the thin window paper and talked about the matter openly.

How could Qiao Yan agree to that? Her eyes immediately turned red and she shook her head.

"Back then, we used all our strength to fight against the demons, but we still failed. Even if you can get the Burning Sun Bow, what will happen?"

Qin Niang continued, "It has been several years since the war. I believe the monsters underwater have already recovered most of their strength and are just waiting to break out of the formation. You will definitely not be able to eliminate them by yourself - not to mention that the Burning Sun Bow is still missing."

After these words were spoken, Qiao Yan was completely speechless.

Ningning looked at her with some concern, and asked Qin Niang softly, "Speaking of this matter, do you have any idea?"

The woman's face was paler than what she had seen during the day. She must have lost her spiritual power all the time and could not hold on for much longer. "The Burning Sun Bow has always been hidden in a secret door. Only the leader of a clan can obtain it. Before the war, the jade pendant was kept by my husband, and then it was robbed by the Fire Phoenix. I don't know the inside story."

She paused and said hesitantly: "Perhaps the demons used a trick to steal it, or maybe something happened in the tribe-"

Having said this, he suddenly stopped.

The only divine bow that could defend against attacks was stolen. If it wasn't done by the demons themselves, then there must have been a traitor among the fox clan. As for who the betrayer is, no one can make a conclusion.

"Even if the divine bow is still there, it won't change the situation at all."

Qin Niang looked in the direction of Qiao Yan again, with a hint of determination in her eyes: "Mother no longer cares about its whereabouts, I just hope you can live well. Promise me that you will not take risks again, and leave this place when the secret realm is opened."

Qiao Yan gritted her teeth and said nothing. Her eyes were red and swollen, and she tried hard not to cry.

She had waited for so long, and finally waited for a disciple who could defeat the Fire Phoenix. She had placed all her hopes on that divine bow. But now all her wishes were shattered in an instant, and she had to face an extremely cruel choice -

Either escape from the secret realm and live alone, or stay and die with your tribe.

"The lineage of the Spirit Fox has lasted for thousands of years in the secret realm, but now it has suddenly encountered a great change. If you are buried here, there will be no inheritance. This matter is of great importance. You should go back to your room and calm down, and think about it more."

Qin Niang sighed and said, "It is getting late now. If you young Taoist priests don't mind, you can have a good rest here."

She spoke in a reserved manner, and Ningning immediately understood that this was an order to leave. She lowered her voice and nodded: "We understand."

Everyone quickly said goodbye to Qin Niang, and when they came out of the room, Qiao Yan was in an extremely low mood, keeping her head down without saying a word.

Unexpectedly, after taking just a few steps, I met two unexpected people.

Ningning, who was standing at the back pushing the wheelchair, remembered that it was the fox child named "Xiao Zhao". When they were fighting with Neon Island, it was this child who created the illusion of a secret door under the waterfall, making the fake look real.

The young man in front of him was sitting in a wheelchair. He looked very handsome, with sharp eyebrows, bright eyes, thin pink lips, and a head of black hair that flowed down behind him like black brocade, making his soft white face look even paler and colorless.

Ning Ning was very keenly aware that Qiao Yan, who was standing next to her, froze and was actually panicking.

"Sister Xiaoyan!"

The boy grinned and greeted her. The stranger in the wheelchair also nodded and smiled, saying in a gentle voice, "Xiao Yan."

"You guys out for a walk?"

Because of the changes in the clan, Qiao Yan had to force herself to develop a decisive and decisive character. This time, she rarely showed a reserved look, and her voice was dry and stiff: "Are you feeling better?"

The young man smiled and said, "Yeah. I heard you were very tired today. Remember to have a good rest."

Qiao Yan said "Oh", and then he continued: "Seeing that the young Taoist priests are in a hurry, I will not bother you any more and will take my leave first."

The young man spoke fluently, and Qiao Yan nodded, but her ears, which had been erected, drooped quietly.

"Oh—I see."

When the two men gradually walked away and left his sight, He Zhizhou suddenly realized and said in a long tone: "That's the boy you like, right?"

Qiao Yan blushed instantly, turned away from his sight, and after a long while she leaned against the railing dejectedly, supporting her cheek with her hand and answered: "Yeah."

"You two grew up together in the fox tribe. You must be childhood sweethearts, right?"

Curious baby Xu Ye followed up with the question: "Why do you feel so unfamiliar?"

"I like him, but he is not interested in me."

Qiao Yan raised her head with the support of her hands and looked at the azure sky that was as clear as a mirror. Her pupils were filled with a dark color, like a dark swamp that made people feel suffocated. "Especially after the war... He used to talk to me gently, but after the war he deliberately distanced himself from me and became much colder. Sometimes even when we met, we couldn't say a word, just like strangers."

Ning Ning was familiar with all the heart-wrenching masterpieces from ancient and modern times, both at home and abroad, and had read many melodramatic works. She felt that this plot sounded particularly familiar, and she comforted her softly:

"Perhaps he doesn't hate you, but because he has lost all his spiritual power and even has trouble walking, he doesn't want to drag you down and make you spend too much time and energy on him, so he deliberately distances himself from you - this way, he won't feel so sad when we part."

"I don't want to do this 'intentionally'."

Qiao Yan choked up, stroked the green tassels on her wrist, and continued to speak with great effort: "My mother is the same. She always wants to decide things for me, but I don't want to do that at all. They always think it's for my own good, but I'm not afraid of dying."

No one spoke for a while.

Five young people, each with their own thoughts, stood on the corridor together, watching the sunset in the sky, the hazy orange afterglow swallowed up by the distant mountains.

It was very quiet all around. Finally, He Zhizhou spoke in a low voice, trying to clumsily change the subject and comfort her: "Miss Qiao, is that the Qiansi Sui in your hand? It's very beautiful."

She once said that she had given one to a boy she liked, but unfortunately he didn't take it seriously and lost it at some point.

This time Xu Ye finally had the final say, and said seriously: "I know this! I bought a box of lip balm for my senior sister, and she despised it when she received it, and she never took it out to use again."

He didn't know what he was thinking about, he chuckled, his ears slightly reddened. "But one time when I went to her room, I actually found that the box was carefully placed on the desk, the kind that I could see every time I came back to the room - so don't be too sad, maybe he secretly hid it and took it out to look at it from time to time."

Xu Ye couldn't continue speaking. He just covered his face with his hands, lowered his head and smiled, his face turning red.

As soon as these words came out, the one whose expression changed the most was not Qiao Yan, but Pei Ji. He pursed his lips a little awkwardly, the gloom in his eyes became darker, and he lowered his head without saying a word.

Ning Ning naturally didn't notice the change in his expression. As Qiao Yan walked to the railing, she supported her cheek with her hand and asked her, "Miss Qiao, what are you going to do when the secret realm opens?"

Qiao Yan was silent for a long time, and finally shook her head.

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After a tiring day, everyone agreed to explore the whereabouts of the Burning Sun Bow together tomorrow, and to have a good rest tonight to restore their energy.

Ningning thought about it and felt it was strange that she couldn't stay idle in the house, so she left the house and planned to get some fresh air alone.

At dusk, the entire secret realm was covered with a faint blood color, and the weather was as changeable as a scumbag.

The heat of the day had not yet dissipated, and had wrinkled the tops of the leaves and grass into a wrinkled appearance, like an old patient who had no strength left.

The only place that is a little cool is under the waterfall.

Ningning originally planned to go there to enjoy the cool air.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I walked to the pond, I suddenly saw a familiar figure.

——Pei Ji was wearing black and standing in front of the waterfall. The splashing mist formed a dense white net, enveloping him completely.

Standing by the pond and looking from afar, she could only vaguely see his slender dark shadow with blurred features. His legs were so long that if he just did a split, he could split the top of her head off.

The water reflected the blood-red sky. When looking closely, there were wisps of black air overflowing from behind him, like snakes or vines circling up, cold and strange, and silent. Ningning just looked at them from a distance, and her heart couldn't help but tremble violently.

By the way, the original book once mentioned that when Pei Ji’s demonic energy recurred in the secret realm, he went into the water alone, trying to use the coolness of the water to relieve the burning of the demonic energy.

Then--

This whole process was written in a very fluent manner. Before Ningning could remember what happened next, she heard a sudden beeping sound in her mind.

So familiar, so charming, as if the King of Hell had taken her soul away in the middle of the night.

[Ding, mission released! ］

[You have been exploring the secret realm for a long time, and you actually met your mortal enemy Pei Ji in the water! Pei Ji is haunted by evil spirits, and must be unconscious and extremely weak. Thinking of the pain he once made you suffer, you are determined to avenge him.

He originally planned to take advantage of the opportunity to launch a surprise attack, but when he thought of the elders outside the mysterious mirror, he suddenly had an idea and changed his mind.

If all the elders saw his demonic energy erupting and injuring his fellow disciples, it would definitely be a good show. ］

[Please follow the original plot, walk into the pond and approach Pei Ji, disturb his mind, and lead him into the devil's way. ］

“Wait, wait!”

Ningning glanced at the boy's thin figure in the mist and asked anxiously, "Now?!"

This move will hurt the enemy by 100 but hurt yourself by 8,000. It shouldn't be possible. It really shouldn't be possible!

Given their relationship, she would certainly not have the heart to hurt him. If Pei Ji was not careful, what the elders would see was not "demonic energy entering the body and hurting fellow disciples", but "a young girl's death as gorgeous as fireworks, exploding into blood flowers in front of the waterfall."

The system should do it without hesitation: [now, immediately, immediately. ］

Ningning: Haha.

You annoying soymilk maker, just shut up.