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- "Qing Yi, please go back first. I won't go to your place today." The Saint of Ending Fate covered her face with gauze and told Qing Yi.
"Yeah." Qing Yi responded and went down the mountain alone. Her cabin was at the foot of the mountain.
Although she is going back alone, Qing Yi is very happy because she can report to Hefeng Palace tomorrow. There were many people there, it was lively, and she could become a student of Baiyun Academy like everyone else.
After Qing Yi left, Zhi Yuan looked at the man in purple coldly and said in an indifferent tone: "Lead the way, Wu Jian thinks he is living too carefree this time!"
The man in purple lowered his head and did not dare to say anything.
The breeze rose, and the two people flew away in the air, like immortals.
Xinghuang Hall, back mountain.
"Wu Jian, I told you many years ago that you are not allowed to come to me in the future! You just ignored what I said, didn't you?" Zhiyuan's tone was calm, but it seemed like there was a huge amount of pressure on the other side. The heart of the man in purple.
The uniform uniform of Xinghuang Palace is purple, because their palace master believes that purple symbolizes nobility. In front of Zhiyuan, Wu Jian believed that no one was nobler than himself.
"Your Majesty, our friendship has lasted for hundreds of years, so why are we so unfamiliar with each other?" Wu Jian was smiling and polite. Both the students of the academy and the master of the palace had a strong scholarly spirit.
"Besides, the word Saintess symbolizes purity and compassion. Her Highness the Saintess seems to be immune to these two things." Wu Jian's face was plain and he seemed to be a gentleman, but what he said was provoking. Hate.
"Bang!" A white shadow suddenly appeared, and Wu Jian was slapped hard on the face by the Holy Girl of Ending Fate.
"Bang bang bang!" Wu Jian took three steps back. A black palm print appeared on Jun Lang's face, which was extremely obvious. For the master of the first hall of Baiyun Academy, this is a great humiliation!
Zhi Yuan was dressed in white as snow. There was no expression on the face behind the veil, but his tone was still cold and stern.
"This holy lady has no mercy!"
??Sharp words, ruthless voice. This person who has been a saint for hundreds of years is indeed unmerciful.
"hehe!"
¡°Hehe~hehehe~~~¡±
Wu Jian stuck out his tongue and licked his lips, the smile on his face was extremely evil, and the black palm prints made his whole face even more ghostly.
"Okay!" Wu Jian sneered.
"It's okay not to talk about mercy. So what do you mean about impurity? It's probably not a trivial matter if the news spreads that a zombie body will be the saint of my Baiyun Academy!"
Wu Jian looked at the Saint of Ending Fate coldly. He tore off the kind disguise on his face and said in a fierce tone: "The black fingerprints on my face are the most powerful evidence. If the master of the hospital sees it, can you bear the consequences?"
"You can you bear it?!" Wu Jian shouted the last sentence almost roaringly!
With a roar, Wu Jian seemed to let out a trace of the violence in his body, but his expression was even more ferocious than before.
Zhi Yuan raised his foot and took one step forward, then the second step, and finally took the third step.
With the third step, her white and tender palm was raised again. It was as fast as lightning.
"Bang!" Another slap, blood spurted out of Wu Jian's mouth and he fell to the ground. Ziyi, who was originally noble, was in an extremely embarrassed state at the moment. He had just been immobilized and could not move at all. He did not expect that the strength of this woman, whom he had not seen for a while, was even more terrifying. And not just a little bit.
"Are you threatening this saint?" The eyes exposed above the Zhiyuan veil were extremely cold, and the tone was even colder.
Wu Jian was lying on the ground, bleeding from the corner of his mouth, and one spot on his luxurious purple clothes was dyed purple-black.
"Zhiyuan, you'd better consider the consequences of your actions!"
Zhiyuan took another step forward again, and there was actually a trace of fear hidden under Wu Jian's cold and sinister eyes.
"I originally wanted to ask you why you are looking for this saint. Your performance just now made me stop asking." Zhiyuan's tone was cold, and Wu Jian's face showed a trace of trembling.
"Hundreds of years ago I was the master and you were the servant! Today I am still the master and you are still the servant!"
Wu Jian stared at Zhi Yuan fiercely. He didn't expect this woman to be so carefree.
"Crack!" A sound of broken bones came out, and one of Wu Jian's legs was broken.
"Threatening me, you are not qualified enough! For the sake of the hundreds of years of friendship you said, I will give you one last chance, otherwise no matter what my final result will be. You will only have one end, thenthat is¡¡"
"die!!"
Zhi Yuan turned around and left elegantly, leaving Wu Jian with a delicate back.
Watching Zhi Yuan leave closely, Wu Jian's face was full of ferocity, and the injury on his leg would not take a year to recover, because there was a trace of rule breaking it.
"I didn't expect that the weak girl back then would have stepped into the realm of breaking tribulation today. I am feeding a tiger into danger!" Wu Jian's eyes flickered several times, and finally his true energy wrapped around his body and returned to his residence.
He didn¡¯t expect Zhi Yuan to be so ruthless and cruel, and he had no scruples. Wu Jian knew that Zhi Yuan was right. No matter what, Zhi Yuan could kill him now!
Wu Jian doesn¡¯t want to die, but he¡¯s not willing to end his fate and live so carefree.
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"Dumb, did you really kill such a big wild boar? How amazing!" Qing Yi looked at the skinned wild boar outside the wooden house, his mouth wide open.
"Hehe." Lin Yan scratched his head and smiled, feeling very embarrassed about Qing Yi's compliment.
"Thank you, please eat meat."
Hearing Lin Yan's simple words, Qing Yi burst out laughing, and then went to deal with the wild boar. Holding a kitchen knife in his hand, he chopped off the wild boar. Qing Yi smiled and said, "You must be greedy as a big-bellied man."
Lin Yan¡¯s food intake in one meal was at least four to five times that of Qing Yi¡¯s, and Qing Yi was dumbfounded every time he ate.
It was night, and Lin Yan could feel a trace of power flowing in his body. It seemed that a special gas between heaven and earth was flowing into his body. But he could only feel it but not touch it.
This is the peculiarity of the God Burial Scripture. Even if the master does not practice it deliberately, it is still operating independently at all times, but the effect is much worse than the master's practice.
"However, it is better than nothing, and it adds up to a terrifying amount over time.
On the second day, Lin Yan became angry very early. But they found that Qingyi was earlier and had already prepared breakfast.
"Ah-Dai, come and eat. Sister Saint has agreed that I will become a disciple of Baiyun Academy. Today we will go to the Harmony Hall to report." Qing Yi took a bite of the steamed bun and said in a worried tone:
"Since Sister Saint has said it, then I will definitely be able to become a disciple of the Zephyr Hall, but it will be a bit troublesome if you are so stupid."
Lin Yan picked up the bowl and took a sip of porridge, and blurted out: "I will go wherever you go without recovering your memory!"
A hint of sadness appeared on Qing Yi's face. Lin Yan would recover his memory sooner or later, because the saintly sister told her that day that Lin Yan's soul was just a little messy, and it would naturally recover after a long time.
If you follow yourself without recovering your memory, then do you have to leave after you recover your memory?
In the morning, Qing Yi came to the Hefeng Hall with Lin Yan, carrying a basket of medicine on his back.
"Why do you have to carry this medicine basket? You won't have to collect medicine when you go to the Harmony Palace." Lin Yan once asked Qing Yi before coming to the Harmony Palace.
"This medicine basket has been with Qing Yi for more than ten years. It is his only companion for more than ten years." This was Qing Yi's answer. Although he had lost his memory, Lin Yan still felt a little sad when he heard this sentence.
¡°Dumb, I¡¯m a little scared, there are a lot of people over there.¡± It¡¯s not far from the Temple of Peace. Qing Yi suddenly stopped, his tone very nervous.
Lin Yan suddenly took Qing Yi's little hand and said with a smile: "Don't be afraid, you protected me last time, and I will protect you this time. A drop of water's kindness should be repaid by a spring, once for a lifetime!"
this moment. The expression on Lin Yan's face was no longer dull, but firm.
"Um" Qing Yi's face suddenly turned red, looking extremely cute and touching.
Lin Yan then pulled Qing Yi towards the direction of the Peace Palace. Qing Yi was still a little nervous along the way. It is indeed difficult for a girl who is out of touch with the world to integrate into this world.
"The Saint asked you to join the Harmony Palace?" In the Harmony Palace, a deacon looked at Qing Yi and asked with some doubts.
Qing Yi nodded timidly and said in a low voice: "Yes, it was Sister Saint who asked me to come to the Temple of Wind. She said that I can join the Temple of Wind and become a disciple of Baiyun Academy!"
Looking at Qing Yi¡¯s petite appearance, the deacon had a hint of surprise in his eyes. Just when he was hesitating, his consciousness suddenly moved because someone transmitted a message to him.
"Okay, you can join the Hefeng Palace and become an inner disciple directly." The deacon nodded and agreed to Qing Yi's request. And Qing Yi directly became an inner disciple, not an outer disciple as he should be under normal circumstances.
"Uncle, can he also join the Temple of Wind?" Qing Yi's face showed surprise, and then he pointed at Lin Yan and asked the deacon.
The deacon glanced at Lin Yan. There was no emotion in his eyes. He was neither sad nor happy. He did not look down on Lin Yan or pay attention to him because he was a stranger.
"He can't!" The deacon refused coldly, with a firm tone that seemed to leave no room for negotiation.
"Ah?" The smile on Qing Yi's face disappeared, and the excitement in his heart was suddenly extinguished, as if a basin of cold water was poured on his head.
"Uncle, please be accommodating." Qing Yi begged softly. Of course she would not let Lin Yan go back alone after she brought him here.
"The feeling of living alone in a cabin is very painful. She has experienced it for more than ten years, so she will not let Lin Yan become the same as before. She does not want to push Lin Yan into the sea of ????suffering just after she escapes.
"This cannot be accommodated!" The deacon's attitude was extremely firm.
Qing Yi had a grimace on his face, his little face was full of tangles, his bright eyes flickered several times, and finally he sighed helplessly: "In this case, I won't join the Zephyr Hall anymore, I can't leave Ah-Dai alone. .¡±
Gritting his teeth, under the surprised gaze of the deacon, Qing Yi grabbed Lin Yan's hand and walked back the way he came. ^-^^-^
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