Ling Yunpo and An Zhisu held hands, interlocked their fingers, and walked carefully in the cave.

The air in the cave did not feel stuffy, but instead had some moist vapor, as if there was a stream of water not far away.

Senior Sister An bit her lower lip, with a rare little girl look on her face, which was completely different from the cold expression she had when she scolded Senior Brother Fan at the cave entrance.

It's not that she is not used to holding hands with her junior fellow apprentice, but holding hands in front of Lin Duanshan and Duan Fenhai, as if her sovereignty is being declared in public, is really too much for her to bear.

It’s just because of my protective nature, and I feel that I cannot attack my junior brother, otherwise he will stop being my friend. What should I do then?

Therefore, Senior Sister An simply lowered her eyes and only looked at the stone ground, not at her junior brother. She pretended that nothing had happened and let Ling Yunpo pull her forward.

"Be careful, you are about to enter a fantasy world." Kunlun Mirror suddenly said.

Ling Yunpo's spirits perked up, and he even paused in his attempt to secretly tickle his senior sister's palm, and just looked ahead carefully.

After walking for a long time, there was still nothing unusual around, until the passage ahead gradually became wider.

The two walked into the room, which turned out to be a secret room deep in Qingluo Peak.

In the secret room, the long-browed immortal stood silently, with his back to the two of them, and said quietly:

"Ask about love, ask about love? Su Jian, you can actually give up the great Dao for a mortal? You are so foolish, so foolish..."

His voice was low and hoarse, and Ling Yunpo and An Zhisu felt the hair on their bodies stand up instantly.

Because the long-browed immortal was emitting an extremely strong and sticky murderous intent that was almost enough to wrap up and drown the two of them.

An Zhisu took a quick step and blocked Ling Yunpo behind him, and drew out the Feiyan and Hanlie swords quickly to block in front of him.

Ling Yunpo was startled and quickly grabbed Senior Sister An's arm. He asked Kunlun Jing again in his heart:

"A Jing! Is this immortal really an illusion? It can't be a premeditated trap!"

Kunlun Mirror did not answer, leaving only a long silence.

Ling Yunpo gritted his teeth, thinking that the broken mirror should not deceive him.

Otherwise, if it died, who would help it save the world and repair the sky?

The long-browed immortal silently snapped his fingers, and the Yin-Yang Microdust Sword emerged from his sleeve.

He held the silver-white hilt in his hand, like a Confucian scholar holding a pen, and slowly turned around.

"In the past, for the sake of his so-called wife, he was able to stay in the mortal world for decades and completely abandon his own cultivation." The long-browed immortal faced the two with a clear and thin face, his expression was neither sad nor happy, and his voice was empty and cold. "And for the sake of his so-called daughter, he was ambushed and fought to the death, not even sparing his own life."

"It was as if the cultivation of the sect and the support of the teachers were things that he could abandon at any time and were completely unworthy of mention."

"The path of cultivation is inherently a rugged and dangerous one. The worldly desires will only hinder the cultivation of the cultivators. If everyone in Shushan were like Su Jian, putting the cart before the horse and putting their personal feelings above the cultivation of the Tao, how many people would be able to achieve the state of infant and how many would be able to form the elixir?"

"The Questioning Stream is the cancer of the Shushan practitioners. It is a mistake that should have been eradicated long ago."

"Su Jian is my disciple, and I will not let him go astray. You are his daughter and disciple. If you are willing to swear to mend your ways, I will acknowledge you as my two disciples."

"What if not?" An Zhisu asked in a trembling voice. The pressure from the Long-browed Immortal was so great that even breathing seemed extremely difficult for her.

"If you refuse to change your ways," the Long-Eyebrowed Immortal said woodenly, "it would not be a bad idea to let Su Jian return to the state of oblivion with your death."

"If the immortal killed me and my senior sister, and Master found out about this after he came out of seclusion, wouldn't he regard Master as his enemy?" Ling Yunpo said gritting his teeth.

"So what?" The long-browed immortal raised his lips slightly, like a sneer, but also like a joke, "Asking about love, as long as there is no burden worth worrying about, how can he ask about love?"

"Even if he is still naive and childish, if he wants to seek revenge on my master, he must first improve his cultivation. Only when he becomes an immortal will he have a chance of defeating my master."

"If there really comes a day like that, what's the harm in me admitting my mistake?"

Ling Yunpo's face twitched. He felt that this old man was just like the staunch supporters of the non-female leader movement. He had completely fallen into a state of madness where he could not communicate.

Why don't we have a heroine? Because some novels don't have a good heroine, so other novels don't have a heroine either; why are we not allowed to practice the Wenqing Stream? Because some Wenqing Stream monks have made mistakes, so other monks are not allowed to practice the Wenqing Stream either.

If Ling Yunpo were a debater, he would point out that this is a typical "slippery slope fallacy."

However, it is well known that debaters are useless... The knife is at your neck, and you are still debating with him?

"I see." Ling Yunpo laughed softly, thinking to himself, let me help Senior Sister cultivate this Love Flow, and said firmly, "Long-browed Immortal, please let Senior Sister go, and just take my life."

"Just as the immortal said: To ask about love, you must have love to ask about. If the person you love no longer exists in this world, how can you ask about love? In this way, the immortal's wish will be fulfilled. Please kill me."

"Brother, don't do that!" An Zhisu was horrified, and bit his lower lip fiercely. In the pain, he broke through the pressure released by the Long Eyebrow Immortal, and shouted with gritted teeth, "Long Eyebrow Immortal, instead of killing my brother, you might as well kill me!"

"If you want to cut off my father's worldly desires, killing me is not the best solution. As long as I, your daughter, exist, my father will think of my mother when he sees me. Killing me will end my father's thoughts and also make my brother give up... Please let me go and take my life."

Seeing the pair of brothers and sisters from Qingluo Peak rushing to die, the long-browed immortal finally changed color and flew into a rage:

"Good! Good! Good! You are all stubborn and don't care about your own lives. Is it that Shushan has poured so many resources into you, just to let you sacrifice yourself casually like this?"

"Since you are so eager to die, I will grant your wish!"

He raised his finger and pointed it lightly at Ling Yunpo, and blood immediately spurted out from the latter's chest.

Ling Yunpo fell to the ground, his pupils dilated weakly, and he felt that his life was rapidly slipping away from the wound caused by the sword energy... well, it was like the real thing.

"I told you it was an illusion." Kunlun Mirror complained.

"Why didn't you reply to me before?" Ling Yunpo asked helplessly. At this time, his body had already lost control.

"Didn't I reply to you? It's you who don't believe it." Kunlun Jing said calmly, "I can only let you practice it yourself."

Lingyunpo: ...

I always feel that this broken mirror is getting more and more despicable. Is it my illusion?

As he fell to the ground and "died", An Zhisu suddenly turned into a sword light, man and sword became one, and rushed towards the long-browed immortal like lightning!

Then, her body suddenly flew back at the same speed, like a broken willow, and landed next to Ling Yunpo's "corpse".

"One last chance." The long-browed immortal walked to her side, looked at An Zhisu, who was bleeding from her mouth and nose and breathing but not breathing, and said slowly, "Give up the love flow, and I will spare your life."

An Zhisu raised his hand with difficulty, as if he wanted to grasp the hilt of the sword next to him.

But in the end, he just slowly held Ling Yunpo's already cold hand.