Returning to Tianzhu Peak, Lan Sheng personally poured tea for Meng Xuan'an, "Top-grade Bairuixiang, try it."
Hearing Shangdeng, Zhao Zhao, who was sitting beside him holding Zhao Xue, brightened up again and said without a word, "I want one too."
Lan Sheng raised his hand lazily and poured him a glass casually.
Meng Xuanan said, "Brother, don't give this kind of thing to children."
Hearing this, Lan Sheng raised his eyes slightly and looked at Zhao Zhao, who couldn't wait to taste the Bai Rui Xiang. "That's right, I won't give it to you next time."
Zhao Zhao pretended not to hear and looked away.
"Okay, tell me about your business, Meng Xuan'an." Lan Sheng drooped his eyes, looking sleepy.
"As you know, the Immortal-Demon War will be held in Danzhou in three years. In recent years, young disciples who have reached the Nascent Soul stage have become extremely rare."
"The battle is imminent, and the disciples' cultivation is insufficient. They will be crushed by the demons." Meng Xuan'an frowned, worried about the future of his disciples.
Lan Sheng lowered his eyes, "What are your plans?"
"What I mean is, send some Jindan disciples who are stuck in the bottleneck period to the soon-to-be-opened Infernal Purgatory..."
Before he could finish his words, Lan Sheng interrupted him. He sneered, "Infernal Hell? Ha, Junior Brother, do you know what you're talking about?"
Zhao Zhao raised her eyes slightly and observed Meng Xuan'an.
The Eternal Hell is not an ordinary treasure hunting secret realm. There are many evil spirits and countless unknown dangers. Eight out of ten monks who enter it will not be able to come out.
Lan Sheng narrowed his eyes slightly and said teasingly, "Do you have a grudge or grievance against your disciples? You want to send them to death."
It's no wonder that he spoke harshly. The Infernal Purgatory is also known as the Death Purgatory. Normal sects prohibit their disciples from going there for training, let alone sending them in personally.
Meng Xuan'an knew he would object, so he wasn't surprised. He explained, "If we don't force them, how can they improve their cultivation?"
"This is not a reason to let them die." Lan Sheng said lightly.
"They are all Jindan cultivators. This is just the Endless Purgatory..."
Lan Sheng interrupted again, "Just a mere Abyss of Hell? Even the Nascent Soul has to think twice before acting in Abyss of Hell, let alone the Golden Core? Junior brother, what on earth are you thinking about?" He stared at the lifeless black eyes and questioned.
"Senior Brother, your words are exaggerated. When have you ever been so cowardly?" Meng Xuan'an sighed.
"Junior brother, Jindan disciples are the elite of the sect. If something happens to them, what do you think the sect should do?" Lan Sheng said with a cold face, firmly disagreeing.
The Jindan Yuanying disciples are all the elites of the sect. If anything happens to them, the sect will be finished.
"But the battle between immortals and demons is about to begin. If the immortal world loses to the demon world again this time, what should the immortal world do?" Before this, they had lost to the demon world twice in a row.
Sighing again, Meng Xuanan said tiredly, "Don't be so stubborn."
"Bang!"
Lan Sheng put down his teacup heavily and said coldly, "I think you are the stubborn one."
"Brother, a coward will never win."
"The sect leader has agreed to my proposal. I came here today just to inform you." Meng Xuan'an stood up and slowly turned around to leave.
"stop."
Lan Sheng's face was gloomy and his voice was low. "Are your brains filled with water?"
"What should we do if all the disciples die there?"
Meng Xuan'an turned around and smiled slightly, "Brother, I will go with them. I won't let them die."
Although he is blind, as one of the four great immortals of Guiyun Sect, his strength is still powerful.
Lan Sheng crossed his arms and smiled coldly, "With your mediocre skills, you'd better stay in Guiyun."
"Senior Brother..." Meng Xuan'an frowned.
"I'll take your place."
"I'm not dead yet, I don't need you to stand in my way."
Hearing this, Meng Xuanan paused, and froze in place for a moment. Coming back to his senses, he forced a smile and said, "Brother, you are seriously injured and haven't recovered yet. Don't be so stubborn."
Having said that, she left immediately without waiting for him to say anything.
Looking at Meng Xuan'an's receding figure, Lan Sheng said in a deep voice, "Stubborn."
Feeling unhappy, he was about to overturn the table when he saw Zhao Zhao standing beside him, looking at him quietly.
"...What are you looking at? Go back to your sword." He was extremely unhappy now and was ready to fight with anyone he could see.
"Lan Sheng, I feel a little strange." Zhao Zhao looked at the door, in the direction of Meng Xuan'an, and asked in confusion.
Lan Sheng was in no mood to coax the child, so he raised his hand and stuffed him back into the Zhaoxue Sword.
It also stopped Zhao Zhao from saying anything.
And Zhao Zhao, during this interruption, gradually forgot what he suddenly remembered.
The gears of fate began to turn again. Many years later, when they woke up in the middle of the night, this morning almost became an obsession for the three of them.
Meng Xuan'an thought his plan was too cruel.
Lan Sheng hated himself for not being decisive enough.
Zhao Zhao regretted what he had not said.
Things in the world are unpredictable, and no one knows what will happen in the next moment. Therefore, cherishing the people in front of you is the only truth.
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