[It's so funny, Lingling is struggling in the abyss of death, and the person who is still in her heart is asking about other women's well-being when she is about to die.]

[That's right, it makes me so angry! Sisters who have read the original novel, please tell me that this bastard is not the male protagonist.]

[Sang Gou, you have time to find magical herbs to make medicine for the fake, why don't you go find your wife!]

[Those who find a substitute are all scumbags]

[Scumbag +1, if Sang Gou really loves the goose girl, why doesn't he go find her? This kind of scumbag should not be cremated at the crematorium, just cremate it directly] [

I don't want to watch it anymore, put my butt aside, it's Lingling's plot, kind sisters, please kick me]

Nie Yinzhi held the medicine bowl and drank the medicine indifferently in the colorful subtitles passing by.

This matter started two days ago. Something went wrong when she was in seclusion for cultivation. She almost went insane. Although she broke through by force, her golden elixir was damaged and she had to stay in bed.

While she was lying in bed, she would see subtitles floating in the air from time to time.

These words could easily penetrate any object and ignore all formation defenses. They would suddenly appear, float in the air, and comment on her actions.

At the beginning, she was really wary for a while. These subtitles were too close to her life. Nie Yinzhi had to explore carefully with her spiritual power while injured.

In the end, she found that whether she used spiritual power or did it herself, she could not touch those words.

Nie Yinzhi had tested Sang Wumian and other disciples in the sect in a subtle way, but none of them could see these things. Currently, it seemed that only she could see them.

Fortunately, after two days, she found that these so-called barrages seemed to be just gossips and could not cause any real harm to her, so she began to adapt to these words that popped up from time to time.

Sometimes, watching them quarrel was quite fun.

When Nie Yinzhi was alone, there were very few barrages, almost none. Only when she came into contact with other people in the sect would the barrages increase.

Especially when she was with her master Sang Wumian - in her words from the barrage, they were "in the same frame" - the barrages almost formed a long and continuous dragon.

For example, now.

Sang Wumian just stood aside and watched her take the medicine, and the bullet screen had already submerged the table and chairs behind him.

The two words "Sang Gou" covered the sky and the ground, leaving only his figure floating in front of the subtitles that kept passing by.

Nie Yinzhi looked at the fancy curses in the bullet screen, and his expression couldn't help but twist a little.

"What?" Sang Wumian's thin lips moved slightly, and his voice was like a spring of melting ice and snow.

Nie Yinzhi looked at his master, whose peak was as clear and pure as a jade lotus, and tried to ignore the countless curses behind him. He frowned and said, "It's too bitter."

As if Sang Wumian had expected it, he took out a bag of preserved fruit from his sleeve, and his cold eyes fell on the remaining medicine juice at the bottom of the bowl, "Drink it up."

Nie Yinzhi wrinkled his nose, drank it all in one gulp, and quickly grabbed the wine from his palm. After putting the candied fruit in her mouth, the sweetness overwhelmed the bitterness. Her sparkling peach eyes curved into crescents and she smiled, "Master still understands me. Thank you, Master."

Sang Wumian looked into her eyes, and his expression, which had always been frozen, softened a little. "Take the medicine and have a good rest. You will be well soon."

Then Nie Yinzhi looked at the barrage and stopped scolding Sang Gou. They all started scolding her.

[Ahhh, this female supporting role is so disgusting and pretentious. When will she die? 】

【What's the point of your suffering? You took away everything that belonged to Lingling. Lingling is the one who is suffering. I feel so sorry for the little goose】

【If you are afraid of the bitterness of taking medicine, then why are you still cultivating? Go back to being a spoiled lady】

Miss Nie Yinzhi, who is afraid of the bitterness of taking medicine, said that she was very unhappy with the insults in the bullet screen.

Since she was unhappy, she had to make the people who insulted her even more unhappy. When

she saw Sang Wumian standing up and preparing to leave, she quickly reached out and grabbed his sleeve, looking up at him from bottom to top: "Master, my internal organs have been aching and I can't sleep. Master, can you talk to me?"

She knew that Sang Wumian could not resist this angle the most.

Sure enough, Sang Wumian stared at her eyes, a little absent-minded, but only for a moment, he sat back down, "Don't talk, lie down, close your eyes."

Nie Yinzhi nodded like a garlic, obediently lay down and closed his eyes, and he could foresee that the barrage would boil again.

Sang Wumian lowered his eyes to look at her hand that was holding his sleeve. This hand was soft and boneless, with white fingertips and a pink luster at the joints, without the slightest trace of sword practice.

He frowned and looked up at the Ruyi Sword placed horizontally on the sword rack on the other side. The handle of the sword was wrapped in a layer of soft cotton.

Next to the sword rack is a dressing table. This object, which is finely carved from golden nanmu, is several times larger than an ordinary dressing table. It is filled with various bottles and jars of skin care products, and the room is filled with a faint fragrance mixed with balms.

Always wasting energy on such meaningless things.

Sang Wumian pulled back his sleeves and saw her eyelashes trembling like butterfly wings and her delicate eyebrows slightly frowned. He could only say, "Sleep well, the teacher will not leave."

Nie Yinzhi's eyebrows were stretched, the corners of his mouth curled up to smile, and his eyes slightly opened a slit, just in time to see a few wailing bullet screens passing by.

[I'm so angry, so angry, if Lingling comes back and sees this scene, she will be so sad]

[Sang Gou, you are gone, Lingling suffered countless injuries in order to come back, not only did you stay by the stove to make medicine for the substitute, but now you have to watch her sleep! You are so heartless!]

[When will this female supporting role die? I don't want to see her, I'm so angry]

[Lock up the scumbag and the substitute, the goose is beautiful alone]

[Girls, look at Nie Yinzhi's appearance, isn't he more and more like Lingling, even the meridians and spiritual bones have been shaped by Gouzi into Lingling's ice-like skin and jade-like bones.]

[Gouzi is wholeheartedly trying to create a second Lingling, Gouzi is also pitiful. 】

【Lingling will be back in three days, thanks to his dedication to raising the substitute to Lingling, this golden elixir can only be used by Lingling, Gouzi is wrong but not guilty of death, pay attention! 】

Nie Yinzhi's eyes fell on the three long bullet screens and frowned. To create a second Lingling...

why would her golden elixir become someone else's?

Sang Wumian waved his palm in front of her eyes, "Close your eyes and rest." Nie

Yinzhi had to close her eyes. She really didn't lie. Her internal organs were in constant pain and she hadn't been able to sleep well in the past few days.

Her golden elixir was damaged, and Sang Wumian crossed the cultivation world overnight and went to the snowy mountains in the far north to pick a magical herb called "White Phoenix Fruit" to heal her.

This magical herb is hard to find and hard to fry. It must be simmered with spiritual fire for twelve hours to force out the medicinal properties and achieve the effect of healing the golden elixir.

In less than a moment after taking the medicine, the medicinal properties of the magical herb flowed through the meridians throughout the body, and finally gathered in the internal organs. The dull pain caused by the damage to the golden elixir was gradually soothed by the effect of the medicine, and Nie Yin's sleepiness surged, and she was finally able to sleep well.

When she woke up again, Sang Wumian was gone.

Nie Yinzhi sat up and checked the situation in the inner palace. The effect of the white phoenix fruit was indeed very powerful. The damage to her golden elixir was no longer a big deal.

However, her golden elixir had just been formed, and after this incident, her body was still a little weak and needed to be properly recuperated.

There were two knocks on the door. Nie Yinzhi smelled the fragrance of food and knew that Ah Huan and Cheng Bi had come. "Come in."

Ah Huan was arranging things outside, and Cheng Bi came in to do her makeup.

These two girls were brought from home by Nie Yinzhi to serve her. At first, Sang Wumian was very unhappy, saying that people who practice cultivation should do their own things, and being too comfortable would only wear down their fighting spirit.

Nie Yinzhi lay in her mother's arms, sobbing and crying, saying that she didn't want to practice cultivation, and didn't want to become a disciple.

At that time, Sang Wumian's face was so pale that water could be squeezed out of it. Her father patted her head awkwardly and said, Yinyin, don't talk nonsense in front of the Immortal Lord.

She said she didn't want to become his disciple, and her parents couldn't bear to force her, even though she was born with spiritual bones and was a genius in cultivating immortals in Sang Wumian's words.

In the end, it was the almighty Immortal Lord who made a compromise and allowed her to lead her maid into the Yunji Sect's

Immortal Mountain. At the age of ten, Nie Yinzhi couldn't help but feel proud of this honor. Later, she also heard some gossip. The elders, uncles and uncles of the Yunji Sect initially complained about Sang Wumian's unruly behavior.

But after meeting her, they no longer said anything. Nie Yinzhi didn't feel strange at all, she felt comfortable as if she had come to another cozy nest that was similar to her home.

In the five years after she became his disciple, she had her family send her favorite chef, a gardener who planted crabapples for her, an embroiderer who made dresses for her...

With so many people coming, Sang Wumian had to clear a mountain for her to live in.

[Ayin has achieved golden elixir, why hasn't she practiced fasting yet? ]

A lone bullet screen passed by in front of her eyes, and Nie Yinzhi came out to the outer room. There were four or five exquisite small plates on the table, with green vegetables and only one dish, which was braised lion's head, much smaller than before.

She murmured softly, "I am greedy."

Ah Huan didn't hear what she said clearly, guessing that the young lady was not satisfied with the dishes, and explained, "Young lady, the Immortal Master Qi Zhen said that you have just recovered from a serious injury, so you should eat light food."

Nie Yinzhi was indifferent, and sat down to finish her meal slowly.

Just after finishing her meal, she received a message from Sang Wumian. The spiritual light in front of her flickered, and a cold voice came from inside: "After three days, resume your daily schedule."

After that, the spiritual light dissipated.

She was only given three days to rest. Nie Yinzhi curled her lips. Everything can be bargained, but Sang Wumian will not let her go when it comes to cultivation.

After dinner, Nie Yinzhi went out for a stroll, sitting on the fairy crane and slowly flying towards Mingxiao Peak. On a clear day with good weather, there was always a mist lingering around Mingxiao Peak. It was a forbidden barrier.

Before the fairy crane came close, it stopped moving forward, so Nie Yinzhi had to fall to the ground.

Behind the thick mist was the place where the senior sister once lived.

When Nie Yinzhi entered the sect, he heard Senior Brother Meng Jin introduce that there was another senior sister above them. Xiao Ling was the first disciple accepted by Sang Wumian. Ten years ago, she was involved in the void rift in the battle to encircle and suppress the demon cultivators.

According to historical records, the void rift is an unstable space torn open by a spiritual energy storm. It is a desperate situation where there is no chance of survival. For thousands of years, no one who was involved in it has been able to come back alive. Even immortals who fall into it will be torn to pieces.

Everyone thought that Xiao Ling had already fallen, including Sang Wumian.

But judging from the bullet screen, she didn't seem to be dead yet.

Nie Yinzhi joined the sect five years later. Mingxiao Peak had been sealed off, and few people in the sect mentioned this senior sister, so she only knew this little information.

It was only after watching too many bullet screens in the past two days and combining all the information they mentioned that she thought of this senior sister.

When Nie Yinzhi was wandering in Mingxiao Peak, she met Meng Jin. Meng Jin was wearing the sky-blue school uniform of the Yunji Sect. He was tall and slender, and his usually open eyebrows were faintly gloomy. He slowly walked out of the thick mist.

When he saw her, he restrained his expression and said in surprise, "Junior sister, how come you are here?"

Nie Yinzhi touched her stomach, "I was digesting food after dinner, and I walked here unconsciously."

Zhedan Peak and Mingxiao Peak are indeed adjacent to each other, Meng Jin did not doubt him and nodded. He knew that Nie Yinzhi had the habit of eating two meals a day. In order to satisfy her appetite, fairy cranes would deliver fresh ingredients to Zhedan Peak every day.

"Are you feeling better?" Meng Jin asked concernedly.

"It's fine now." She sighed, "Master told me to go back to practice swordsmanship in three days."

Meng Jin did not understand her reluctance at all, and even had a hint of joy, "Then I'll wait for Junior Sister." As he spoke, he suddenly raised his hand and gently rubbed the corner of her eye.

Nie Yinzhi opened his eyes wide and subconsciously took half a step back.

"Don't move, there's something dirty." With a gentle smile on his lips, Meng Jin twisted a trace of catkin-like white velvet and said, "Okay."

In the deserted midair, barrages rushed in crazily.

[I have a lot of bad things to say, and I’m going to say them right now. No matter it’s Sang Gou or the second male lead, they’re all scum! ]

[Why is there a female supporting role? Why is she everywhere? ]

[The female supporting character hasn't done anything wrong so far, why do you keep scolding her]

[Those who have read the original novel said that the female supporting character is more vicious than you can imagine, but what disgusts me the most is the dog man. Why can't I just let the scumbag die? I want to see beautiful sisters posting. 】

【Fuck, I don't feel any ambiguity when I see the second male lead touching her eyes now. I can only think of the scene where he digs her eyes out later. The female supporting role is also miserable】

【Ayin, stay away from him!! 】

Nie Yin's pupils suddenly shrank.