Chapter 85 Can't hear Xie Tingyu's voice? The Heart Mantra begins to lose its effect...

Wen Zhiyu's words were the answer to Xie Tingyu's previous question. Unexpectedly, he actually thought about it seriously before replying to her.

There was obvious seriousness in their tone.

This original novel does not really exist, so logically speaking, does that mean that the world-destroying villain in this original novel does not exist either?

Xie Tingyu is still somewhat confused. She doesn't know whether Wen Zhiyu's true ending is the same as in the so-called original novel "The Journey to Immortality". She also can't believe that this world of novels has deceived her for seventeen years.

Right now, the ghost mansion treasure that has never appeared in the "original book" may be a breakthrough, maybe?

Xie Tingyu blinked, "Okay, Senior Brother, thank you for your high hopes for me."

"So what are the rewards for the Sea Disciple Trial?"

Wen Zhiyu's status in Xuan Yuntian is much higher than hers, so it seems natural for him to know some inside information, Xie Tingyu thought.

The place that was touched by Wen Zhiyu just now felt as if it was burned, but his fingers were clearly cold all year round.

Xie Ting's jade fingers curled up, and after she finished speaking, she inexplicably didn't dare to look into Wen Zhiyu's eyes.

Wen Zhiyu seemed to have noticed this. Xie Tingyu thought she pretended well, but Wen Zhiyu always smiled. The gentle smile in his eyes was like spring sunshine in winter, warm and touching.

"The Disciple Trial for the Sea is jointly contracted by Xuanyuntian and Xilin Huanlou. Since the competition is contracted by these two major sects, the rewards will naturally not be bad. If I heard correctly, this year's rewards are available for you to enter Xuanyuntian's treasure house and choose by yourself."

He looked straight ahead, Situ You's voice was still echoing in the air, piercing his eardrums, as if his heart was beating wildly from the shock.

My heart went up and down following Situ You's words, and I didn't know where to rest.

Xie Tingyu lowered his eyes to look at his fingers, then took out a spiritual fruit from his storage ring. Wen Zhiyu stood tall and straight beside him, holding the spiritual fruit in his hand without touching it. Xie Tingyu's thoughts were in a mess, and he didn't know what he was thinking about.

He raised his hand and took a bite of the spiritual fruit. The sweet juice fell into his mouth, spreading an alluring fragrance.

"This is really a big deal. I'm so lucky." Xie Tingyu swallowed and laughed slowly.

She and Wen Zhiyu seemed to have been at peace with each other for a long time, and she hadn't felt the murderous intent in him for a long time.

Xie Tingyu was having trouble explaining it, when he suddenly heard a crisp "click" sound beside his ear, and a gentle and warm voice with a smile in it, "The spiritual fruit is indeed sweet."

"You're saying the spiritual fruit is sweet now, what was the sweetness you were talking about before?" Xie Tingyu didn't think about it and blurted out the words. When he finished speaking, he was stunned when he thought about it.

Wen Zhiyu was even more dazed than her, and said hesitantly: "Junior sister just said something very sweet, so of course I have to respond to you, lest you say I didn't listen to you."

His rhetoric was flawless, and Han Xunzhen was amazed when he saw it from the side. It felt like it was not the first time he said such words to a female cultivator.

Han Xunzhen made two "tsk tsk" sounds. Ze Lan brought up Han Xunzhen, and she could also hear the mockery in Han Xunzhen's tone.

Zelan's eyes flickered between Xie Tingyu and Wen Zhiyu, looking at them more attentively than Han Xunzhen. Xie Tingyu tilted his head and handed her a spiritual fruit, "Zelan, have one too."

Han Xunzhen spread out his hands, "Where's mine?"

Xie Tingyu looked straight ahead, ignoring Han Xunzhen's question, "No more."

Situ You didn't know how long he had been talking. Ximen Huairen's yellow hair was no longer messy. It was tied up high with a golden crown, not a single hair was neat. He stood in the boat holding a precious sword, lost in thought, and from time to time he glanced at Xie Tingyu who was smiling happily.

There were two bloody marks on the face of the black-clad cultivator, which seemed to be cut by vines. His face, which was not very "gentle", looked even more ferocious. He stood beside Ximen Huairen, paying attention to the surrounding sight at all times, without moving a step.

Hua You's short hair was messed up by the salty wind from the sea, and the strands of hair kept touching her face. Her palms were very small, which was almost completely different from their form after they turned into sharp claws. If you look closely, you can still see the old knots and small scars on her fingertips and palms.

Song She stood beside Song Changyue. Song She kept talking and Song Changyue scolded him from time to time. Both of them had bad expressions, some even gloomy, and no one dared to approach them.

The speech after the end of the Disciple Examination at Sea reminded Xie Tingyu of the leader's speech before he traveled through the book. Every time he said "I will emphasize the last sentence again", he would continue to talk about one great truth after another.

Xie Tingyu simply sat on the edge of the fishing boat. The fishing boat had long been unable to withstand the erosion of the water from the Xuandu Sea and had turned into pieces of wooden boards floating on the sea. Xie Tingyu sat cross-legged on a pile of worn-out wooden boards, looking particularly awkward.

Wen Zhi lowered her eyes, raised her hands and set up a waterproof barrier around her, and the wooden board stopped sinking.

"Senior Brother has indeed said too much." Wen Zhiyu's eyes darkened slightly and his tone was flat.

During the Disciple Examination at Sea, Situ You talked too much, causing dissatisfaction among the other disciples, and was forcibly thrown off the stage by Yun Heng.

"I asked you to speak, not to brag about the opponents you defeated when you were young." Yun Heng's forehead was throbbing with veins, and he was so angry at Situ You that he was speechless.

Disciples who entered the final exam received different rewards. Xie Tingyu was at the top of the list and walked in the front. Cheng Yan followed behind her. Xie Tingyu turned around. Cheng Yan was holding a flaming gun in his hand. When he saw Xie Tingyu turning around, he gave her a cold look.

Xie Tingyu stopped and made way for the disciples behind him to go first. Then he turned to Cheng Yan with grievance, "Why, are you angry with me?"

Cheng Yan didn't know how to answer her, and said angrily, "Why, I'm just tired from fighting today and can't laugh anymore. What do you mean I'm angry? I'm not that petty."

This is Cheng Yan's character. Xie Tingyu knew she was not angry when she heard it, so she went up to her and hooked her shoulders, "Junior Brother Cheng Yan, when I see Senior Sister Shi Yun today, I will definitely praise you to her."

"Get lost, there's no need for that." Cheng Yan really looked like a socially anxious person when he didn't speak, but of course he was no longer like that when he spoke.

Xie Tingyu smiled and curled her eyes, "Okay, Junior-Junior Brother Cheng Yan..." She paused and looked at the male disciple on the other side who was holding a sword and smiling.

The disciple was playing and joking with others when he heard Xie Tingyu's voice, "Zuo, you performed well, but I was really sad to hear that you wanted to team up with others to beat me. Have you forgotten the relationship between us?"

Hearing this, Zuo Zicheng turned his head quickly. When he saw Xie Tingyu's face, he suddenly felt guilty, "Huh? Who told you that?"

"I heard it myself. By the way..." Xie Tingyu suddenly took out something. A black shadow flashed and landed in front of Zuo Zicheng. A doll that looked exactly like Xie Tingyu appeared.

Xie Tingyu pulled out the puppet's strings and hung them on her fingers. Following the movements of her fingers, the puppet began to move, and each movement was connected naturally and smoothly, just like a real person.

"This is what you saw at that time. Are you interested? I'll give it to you to play with." Xie Tingyu stretched out her hand, and Cheng Yan was beside her, looking at her curiously. Noticing Cheng Yan's interest, Xie Tingyu paused for a moment, then took it back and handed it to Cheng Yan, "Then give it to you? This is the only one I have for now."

Wen Zhiyu was the leader of this team. She heard Xie Tingyu's words and stood not far away. She hadn't been able to hear Xie Tingyu's thoughts recently and didn't know why.

Perhaps the effect of the Heart Sutra was gradually starting to wear off.

Why?

Wen Zhiyu couldn't figure it out, and the smile he usually had on his face disappeared. The doubts in his heart surfaced, making him uneasy.

Xie Tingyu's Heart-to-Heart Spell should also be a type of ghost spell, but he knew all the spells Xie Tingyu had used, but he had never seen the so-called Heart-to-Heart Spell.

The other disciples will first lead the disciples into the Xuanyuntian Treasure House, but will take them to different places depending on their ranking.

The prizes for the top three will be much better.

Especially the top one.

At this time, the leader was hugging people on both sides, Cheng Yan on the left and Ze Lan on the right, smiling particularly brightly, looking like a real dandy.

Wen Zhiyu's eyelids twitched when he saw this.

But Ze Lan and Cheng Yan didn't think much about it and just followed Xie Tingyu's idea. Xie Tingyu smiled even more happily, and suddenly, a hand reached out.

It is warm and kind.

Xie Tingyu saw the slender hand in front of him and asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"

Wen Zhiyu was shocked by Xie Tingyu's words and abruptly withdrew his hand, "Sorry."

His movements and words were strange. Xie Tingyu blinked her eyes. She didn't understand what was wrong with Wen Zhiyu. She just felt that he was surprisingly abnormal.

Cheng Yan has always admired Wen Zhi and this uncle-master. But at this moment, she seems to not recognize this brilliant and talented uncle-master.

Ze Lan was used to Wen Zhiyu's strange behavior in front of Xie Tingyu, so she was not surprised. She lowered her head and whispered in Xie Tingyu's ear, "When the time comes, ask Master to check if he has suffered any hidden injuries."

Ze Lan knows that Wen Zhi's feelings for Xie Tingyu are not ordinary feelings between senior and junior brothers and sisters, and she can't hide her love for him.

I can't wait to expose it and make it known to the world.

Ze Lan and Cheng Yan looked at each other. As two people who had just met, they chose to take a step forward at the same time, "We'll go first."

Xie Tingyu's arms suddenly felt empty, "Hmm?"

Wen Zhiyu raised the corners of his lips, "Master asked me to take you to find something, maybe it can help you."

"What is it?" Xie Tingyu no longer cared about other things at this moment. After hearing Wen Zhiyu's words, he naturally thought of the treasure in the ghost mansion.

Could it be that Yunheng really guessed what she was looking for?

Probably not.

Xie Tingyu followed Wen Zhiyu, who took her through the corridor, around the treasure house, and into a darker and narrow corridor.

There were cloth strips hung on both sides of the corridor, clearly a closed place, but a faint wind blew from somewhere and suddenly blew up the cloth strips.

Xie Tingyu was led inside by Wen Zhiyu. The further they walked inside, the closer they felt that familiar feeling was getting.

What came into view was a huge shadow. When I looked closer, I saw it was a square iron cage. There was something struggling inside the cage, hitting the inner wall of the cage and making a loud noise.

There were countless yellow talismans stuck to the outside of the iron cage, which emitted a blood-red light with each collision.

In the gap between the two talismans, a red vertical pupil suddenly came forward, and a violent aura mixed with the smell of blood penetrated the iron cage and came out.

The cold wind blew in his face, and the hair in front of Xie Tingyu's forehead was blown up. Xie Tingyu looked over expressionlessly, stared at the vertical pupil for a moment, and then raised his hand to grab the hair.

She smiled, her cold smile echoing in the cold wind: "What do you mean?"

Wen Zhiyu did not answer directly, but slowly met her eyes, "Do you still remember the evil ghost in Fanyin Temple?"