All the monks in the Fanyin Temple knew that Senior Brother Mingjing was cold, reserved, and unkind, until one day someone accidentally passed by in the secret realm and found him hanging Junior Brother Mingkong in the sky.

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

Upon closer inspection, his body was standing straight, and Mingjing held his ankles and hit him on the bell, like a wobbly human windshield wiper. The situation was so weird that a child would have nightmares for half a year.

The bell sounded loudly, and all the beasts were startled. The golden light spread like layers of waves in the gradually darkening sky.

Xu Ye covered his ears and used sword energy to resist the endless spiritual pressure. He was tormented to the point of his scalp numbing: "Why do I feel that Mingkong's brain is more useful than the bell and pestle?"

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

To be honest, from an absolutely fair and just perspective, whether in terms of sturdiness or the ability to withstand spiritual power, Mingkong's bell and pestle are far superior to his senior brother's original bell and pestle -

even if the two sounds are to be compared in terms of crispness, just knock the little monk's bald and shiny head against the bell, and the moment the skull and the black iron come into close contact, without too many words, he will win without a doubt.

Ningning was amazed, secretly thinking that the world of immortal cultivation is really full of talents.

In the past, there were suona, bells, erhu and various other musical cultivators, and in the future, there was a human bell and pestle made of brine eggs. Perhaps this is the legendary "making the best use of things and people", only she couldn't think of it, but there was nothing they couldn't do.

The two disciples of the Beast Sect were not enemies to begin with, and now they were not like the Xuanxu Sword Sect who could use sword energy as a shield. They were knocked unsteadily by the impact of the bell. In the end, the female cultivator shouted at the top of her voice: "Stop knocking, we give up!"

The moment the voice rang, the sound of the bell faded away, leaving only an lingering sound.

There are always higher mountains, and there are talents everywhere in the world of cultivation.

The two people of the Beast Sect would never have expected that their proud operation would be controlled by an even more arrogant routine. They had to hand over all the tokens on their bodies with tears in their eyes. Finally, they held hands and looked at each other with tears in their eyes, and faded out of the trial secret realm together.

Mingkong Mingjing had obviously discovered 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 and 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 exchange for a passing by in this life. I am so predestined with the donors, it must be the blessings accumulated in the previous life."

Buddha: Get lost, I didn't say that.

"Congratulations, benefactor!"

Ming Jing also raised his lips slightly, and his whole body was full of the elegance and easy-going 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 encounters opponents of equal strength. Ye Zongheng is one of them, and this Master Ming Jing is also one of them.

With this man's shamelessness, Tsinghua University and Peking University have to add a subject for him, called "Challenging the Limits of Human Endurance - Taking You into Shamelessness".

If he develops a little more, he can be sent to the National Cultural Heritage, and stay with those thick ancient city walls, which can be regarded as acknowledging his ancestors.

He Zhizhou: ...

He Zhizhou: "Haha."

His temper came up, and he didn't want to pay any attention to this ungrateful person. He was about to turn his head away and ignore him, but the next moment he heard Mingjing continue:

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

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

He Zhizhou wanted to refuse.

But he gave too much.

"If all the stolen tokens are given away, Master Mingjing will only have one left."

He Zhizhou looked like he was receiving red envelopes at Spring Festival, and he pushed and shoved with his relatives in a polite manner: "No, no, what if I get eliminated?"

Mingjing cooperated with him very sensibly: "Monks can follow their hearts, everything is predetermined. I came to this secret place only for experience, donor He, don't worry too much."

Ningning watched her brother happily accept four of the tokens, and the only thing he said to Mingjing was "Friends walk together for life". Maybe this is the friendship between men, which makes her really confused.

She was silent for a moment, then asked softly, "It's getting late today, almost nightfall, where are you two young masters planning to go?"

Ming Jing answered in a gentle voice, without any trace of his aggressive temperament, and he looked like a melancholy young literary man: "We take the sky as our blanket and the earth as our mat. We monks are used to practicing asceticism, and we like to live between heaven and earth. The Buddha said, I don't like the lingering world of red dust, and falling leaves are my final destination."

Ning Ning's heart was pounding as the Buddha's reputation was damaged, and her toes were about to dig out of the three-bedroom, one-living room.

But He Zhizhou got the token and was so excited that he even spoke in a deep voice like a speech under the national flag: "It seems that we are destined to say goodbye to 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 end, alas!"

... You got into the role so quickly!

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

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

Ning Ning was silent for a moment: "Well, the new generation must constantly innovate and improve on the basis of the past, otherwise they will beat the old generation to death on the beach."

It was almost evening when they returned to the waterfall. They worked hard all day, but they didn't expect that 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 fate of the fox lineage, and the whereabouts of the most critical scorching sun bow, everything was in the mist. Ning Ning could only glimpse a vague corner, and it was completely unclear.

Qiao Yan was a very impatient person. After returning to the settlement, she immediately led everyone to find Qin Niang. With her ears drooping softly, she briefly described what had happened.

"The Sunburnt Bow... is missing?"

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 already 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 confused, what should you do if something unexpected happens?"

"I, I just want to save you!"

Qiao Yan was stared at and became anxious. She gritted her teeth and said, "The Water Mirror Formation is gradually declining. If the Demon Clan breaks through it one day -"

"Xiao Yan."

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

This was the first time that the mother and daughter broke through the thin window paper and talked about this matter openly.

How could Qiao Yan agree? She immediately blushed and shook her head.

"Back then, we used the strength of our entire clan, but we still failed to eliminate the demons. Even if you can get the Burning Sun Bow, so what?"

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

After these words came out, Qiao Yan was completely speechless.

Ning Ning looked at her with some worry, and asked Qin Niang softly: "Speaking of this matter, I wonder if you have any idea?"

The woman's face was paler than what she saw during the day. She must have lost her spiritual power all the time, and she couldn't hold on for too long: "The Burning Sun Bow has always been hidden in the secret door, and only the head of the tribe can get 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: "Maybe the demons used a trick to steal it, or there was a traitor in the tribe-"

At this point, she stopped abruptly.

The only divine bow that can resist the attack was stolen. If it wasn't the demons who did it themselves, then there must be a traitor in the spirit fox tribe. As for who the betrayer is, no one can make a hasty decision.

"Even if the divine bow is still there, it can'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 let herself cry.

She waited for so long, and finally waited for the immortal sect disciple who could defeat the Fire Phoenix, and placed all her hopes on the divine bow. 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 her people.

"The lineage of the fox spirits has been in the secret realm for thousands of years, but now it has suddenly changed. If you die 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, "It's late now, if you don't mind, you can have a good rest here."

She said it in a reserved way, Ningning immediately understood that this was an order to leave, and nodded in a low voice: "We understand."

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

after just a few steps, she met two unexpected people.

Ning Ning, who was standing at the back pushing the wheelchair, remembered that it was the fox kid named "Xiao Zhao". When they were fighting with Neon Island, it was this kid who set up the illusion of the secret door under the waterfall to confuse the real with the fake.

The young man in front of him was sitting on the wheelchair. He looked very handsome, with sharp eyebrows, starry eyes, thin lips and light pink. His black hair was scattered behind him, like black brocade falling down, making his soft and white face even paler and colorless.

Ning Ning was very sensitive to the fact that Qiao Yan, who was standing beside him, froze and panicked.

"Sister Xiaoyan!"

The boy greeted her with a grin. The strange boy in the wheelchair also nodded and smiled, his voice gentle: "Xiaoyan."

"Are you out for a walk?"

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

The boy smiled: "Yeah. I heard that you are very tired today. Remember to have a good rest."

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

The boy spoke in one breath, and Qiao Yan nodded, and her ears, which were originally erected, drooped down quietly.

"Oh - I see."

When the two men gradually walked away and were out of 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 and supported her cheek with her hand and answered: "Yeah."

"You two grew up together in the fox tribe, so you should be childhood sweethearts, right?"

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

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

Qiao Yan raised her head with the support of her hands and looked at the clear blue sky, which was like a mirror. Her pupils were filled with dark colors, like a dark swamp that made people breathless: "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 if we met, we couldn't say a word, and we were no different from strangers."

Ning Ning was familiar with all the heart-wrenching masterpieces from ancient times to the present, both at home and abroad, and drank a lot of dog-blood stories. She felt that the plot sounded particularly familiar, and comforted her softly:

"Maybe 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 be so 'deliberate'."

Qiao Yan choked up, stroked the string of green tassels on her wrist, and continued with difficulty: "My mother is the same, always wanting to decide this and that 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 with their own thoughts stood on the corridor together, watching the sunset in the sky, the orange-red hazy afterglow swallowed by the distant mountains.

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

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

This time Xu Ye finally had the right to speak, and said seriously: "I know this! I bought a box of lip balm for my senior sister. She was very disgusted when she received it, and never took it out to use it afterwards."

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

Xu Ye couldn't continue, he covered his face and lowered his head to laugh, his face flushed.

After this sentence came out, the one whose expression changed the most was not Qiao Yan, but Pei Ji, who pursed his lips a little awkwardly, his eyes became darker, and he lowered his head without saying a word.

Ning Ning naturally didn't notice his expression change. As Qiao Yan walked to the railing, he asked her with his hands on his cheeks: "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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Everyone worked hard all day and agreed to explore the whereabouts of the Burning Sun Bow together tomorrow. Tonight, they should have a good rest and restore their energy.

Ning Ning thought about it and always felt strange. She couldn't be idle in the house, so she left the house and planned to take a breath alone.

The whole secret realm was covered with a faint blood color in the evening. The weather was as hot and cold as the scumbag.

The heat of the day had not yet dissipated, and the tops of the leaves and grass were wrinkled, like an old patient who could not muster any strength.

The only place that was slightly cool was under the waterfall.

Ning Ning had planned to go there to cool off.

Unexpectedly, as soon as she walked to the pool, she saw a familiar figure unexpectedly.

- Pei Ji was standing in front of the waterfall in black clothes, and the splashing mist formed a dense white net, covering his entire body.

Standing at the edge of the pool and looking far away, she could only vaguely see his dark shadow with blurred facial features and a slender figure. His legs were so long that if he just did a split, he could split her head off.

The water reflected the bloody sky. When she looked closely, she could see wisps of black air overflowing from behind him, like a snake or vine swirling upwards, cold and eerie, silent. Ningning was just looking at him from a distance, but her heart shuddered involuntarily. By the

way, the original novel 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 lake water to relieve the burning of the demonic energy.

Then -

this part was written in a flowing account. Before Ningning could remember what happened later, she heard a dripping sound in her mind.

So familiar, so charming, as if Prince Yan had seduced her soul in the middle of the night.

[Ding, the mission is 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 surrounded by evil spirits, and he must be unconscious and extremely weak. Thinking of the suffering he had made you suffer, you are determined to avenge him. You

originally planned to take the opportunity to launch a sneak attack, but when you thought of the elders outside the mysterious mirror, you suddenly had an idea and changed your mind -

if all the elders saw his evil spirit erupt and hurt his fellow disciples, it would definitely be a good show. ］

［Please follow the original plot, walk into the pool to approach Pei Ji, disturb his mind, and lead him into the devil. ］

"Wait, wait!"

Ning Ning glanced at the thin shadow of the young man in the mist, and asked anxiously: "Now?!"

This move will hurt the enemy a hundred and hurt yourself eight thousand, 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 would not be "the evil spirit entering the body and injuring fellow disciples", but "the young girl died as gorgeous as fireworks, exploding into blood flowers in front of the waterfall".

The system responded without hesitation: [Now, immediately, right away.]

Ning Ning: Ha.

You annoying soy milk machine, shut up.