Chapter 22 Go Back

I don't know what it's like, it's light and itchy, quietly spreading to my heart, Yi Ning's eyelashes tremble slightly, and he whispers: "It's very late, pay attention next time."

Come a little later, and he might be taken away.

There was a chuckle from the top of his head, and it seemed that his body was still stained with blood, and Yan Xuan's hand on his waist tightened a little.

"Understood." Yan Xuan pursed her lips and deliberately put her close to Yi Ning's ears in front of Gong Xiuxian, as if she was whispering something.

Gong Xiuxian's eyes were dyed red, he drew his sword and pointed at Yan Xuan: "You monster, stay away from my master!"

His momentum skyrocketed, and he was completely different from just now. Gong Xiuxian thought that Yan Xuan was the dead demon cultivator, but he didn't realize that he was not only alive, but even dared to stand in front of him, doing this to his master...

Why! The master never let him touch him, except for hugs, he has never been so close.

Yan Xuan looked at him in a relaxed manner. The more angry Gong Xiuxian became, the happier and more comfortable he became. Mu Xiaoyun's words just now became insignificant.

"Your master?" Yan Xuan smiled wickedly, looked at Yi Ning and said, "Tell him who you are."

Gan Er ran all the way back with her short legs, and finally caught up with Yan Xuan. When she first arrived, she saw her clan master grabbing Shangxian Yi Ning, looking like a threat.

She thought it was the two of them quarreling again, and she hurried over to try to settle things, but heard Shangxian Yi Ning say lightly, "Yours."

The tone was so natural and sure, Gong Xiuxian seemed to have been poured on top of his head by a basin of biting ice water in winter, his whole body was cold and shivering.

From behind Gan'er, she saw Shangxian Yi Ning slightly turned her face away, and her fingers pinched the wrist of the lord, which was hanging by his side.

It must be very painful... Gan Er thought silently.

"Master..." Gong Xiuxian's throat was full of bitter taste, he didn't know what he should say, but felt that his heart was about to break.

If he used to be a master, it would be fine, but now that he heard their affectionate words in front of him, Gong Xiuxian realized that he couldn't stand it and couldn't listen.

As if pleading, he threw the sword aside, walked towards Yi Ning slowly and said, "Master, I really know I'm wrong, can you please don't want me..."

In the past few days, every day and every night he thought about Yi Ning's appearance.

The master took him up the mountain and told him that Yunqing Mountain would be his home from now on.

The master explained the obscure content in the book word by word to the illiterate him.

The master taught him to use the sword, taught him to protect himself, and never let him be bullied.

Since childhood, Yi Ning has always spoiled him, and Gong Xiuxian never did anything against Yi Ning. Only this one, Yi Ning made a lot of fire, and even found someone else.

"Master, do you remember what we said before, if you want to ascend together, what can this demon cultivator do for you? He will only affect your ascension." Seeing that Gong Xiuxian was about to walk in front of Yi Ning, he suddenly retreated. One step, a magic knife penetrated into the place where he had just stood.

The eyes of the master of the magic knife were extremely indifferent at the moment, and seemed to be infected with a trace of anger, and even Yi Ning could feel the coldness emanating from Yan Xuan.

Yi Ning noticed that his mood was not right, and asked softly, "What's wrong?" He didn't listen to Gong Xiuxian's words just now. He now thinks that flying ascension is not an important thing, and being able to protect these people in the world is not a good thing. Not bad.

But Yan Xuan listened.

He looked at Gong Xiuxian coldly, recalled the drinking poison, and said, "It's nothing."

If it wasn't for holding Yi Ning in his arms now, Yan Xuan might really be unable to control the hostility in his body.

Suddenly, there was a rush of footsteps from the tower, and two sword cultivators rushed in.

"Senior brother! There's something wrong with the sect!" One of the sword cultivators shouted excitedly after seeing Yi Ning, but he was stopped by the person beside him when he wanted to rush over.

The man looked at Yan Xuan next to Yi Ning, and said coldly, "Senior brother, why are you mixing with a demon cultivator?"

Yi Ning's expression paused slightly, motioning Yan Xuan to let go of him, the tip of his ear was dyed a touch of red, and said, "Le An, Zi Lang, why are you here too?"

These two are his junior brothers and sisters from the same sect. They have grown up since childhood. Although they are not very close, they are still acquaintances.

Thinking of how Yan Xuan had just held him in front of them, Yi Ning's face couldn't help but feel a little hot.

Xu Le'an's eyes widened in surprise. He heard that Yi Ning had a close relationship with his apprentice, and it was already inconceivable at the time. didn't expect that Yi Ning would be so courageous and have a relationship with the magic cultivator.

Before he could ask, Gong Xiuxian turned around and saluted them respectfully and said: "I have seen two uncles, Master has nothing to do with that demon cultivator, he is just angry with me, please don't do this Tell the boss."

In one sentence, he picked out what he had done clearly, and pretended to absolve Yi Ning of his guilt.

Does he still feel that he has done a good job and deserves praise? Yi Ning closed his eyes, and the sword in his hand made a small humming sound.

Mu Zilang looked suspiciously at them, and finally said to Yi Ning: "Senior brother, as a high immortal of Mingguang Sect, what should be done and what should not be done, it is not that we, as a junior brother, want to remind you."

"Yeah, besides, Ming Guangzong still has something to do with you now, senior brother can't go on playing."

What they said, Yi Ning naturally understood. But if there was no Yan Xuan on the day he was sealed with mana, he would probably be locked in Yunqing Mountain for the rest of his life and no one would bother.

Xianmen, since ancient times, has been thin. How can people who hope to rise to immortality by cultivating the Tao care about the lives of others.

"Yan Xuan, let's go. The thirst curse will be lifted on its own in forty-nine days." Yi Ning sighed lowly. During this time, Yan Xuan had done enough for him, and he could no longer tie Yan Xuan. Work for him.

Moreover, he was very grateful to Yan Xuan for not caring about his own sealing of him, but instead helped him suppress his poison.

Now he has to go back, he has to explain to the head what Gong Xiuxian has done, and expel Gong Xiuxian from his division. From now on, whoever wants this apprentice will ask for it, and he will never ask for it again.

Just as Yi Ning took a step, he heard Yan Xuan's faint voice sounding behind him.

"Are you really stupid or just pretending."

"Think clearly, after I leave, I will never meet you again like I am now."

Hearing this, Yi Ning paused and looked back at him, his eyes flashing slightly, with a hint of doubt. He didn't understand what Yan Xuan's words meant, and vaguely, he noticed that Yan Xuan's attitude seemed to be different this time from before.

Yi Ning was about to say something when he heard Yan Xuan speak.

"Okay, let's go."

Yan Xuan recalled his knife, looked at Gan Er, who was still reluctant to part with Yi Ning, and said, "Tan Gan, let's go."

The magic fog rose, and the black-clothed magic cultivator grabbed the little girl and hid in it, and soon disappeared.

Bit sad. Yi Ning could feel the pain in his heart, but he didn't know what he was doing wrong. No one ever told him how to get along with his friends. He would only clumsily and stubbornly do what he thought was right.

After he expelled the scoundrel from his master's sect and dealt with the sect's affairs properly, he went to explain it to Yan Xuan.

"Senior brother, who is that demon cultivator?" Xu Le'an dared to come over after seeing that demon cultivator left. This man seemed to have a profound cultivation base, and his tone of voice was terrifying. He was definitely not an ordinary demon cultivator.

Yi Ning suddenly didn't feel in the mood to chat with them, so he casually went over and asked, "What happened to the sect?"

Seeing him ask, Xu Le'an quickly said, "Senior brother, the elders specially asked us to find you back to the sect, and the head of the sect is missing!"

In an instant, Yi Ning froze in place and said in a hurried tone, "How is that possible? Isn't the head still in seclusion?"

Mu Zilang on the side said with no anger: "It's not that senior brother, you ran out to eliminate the trouble. There is no one to preside over the sect, so we had to ask the head to go out, and the result..."

As a result, before Yi Ning came back, the Sect Master disappeared.

When he returned to Ming Guangzong, Yi Ning returned to his former elder position after a long absence. He, the seventh elder, is actually just a name. On weekdays, Yi Ning shut himself up in Yunqing Mountain to practice hard, and except for major events, he never came to the sect to preside over affairs.

The unfamiliar faces in front of him all looked at him with anticipation or curiosity, making Yi Ning a little uncomfortable. Moreover, Gong Xiuxian was not far behind him, watching Yi Ning all the time.

No one in the sect knows about his lack of mana except Gong Xiuxian and Liu Rugeng.

It's really a wave of upheaval.

Yi Ning rubbed his forehead and sat in the hall listening to the other elders discussing the whereabouts of the sect head.

Some people guessed that the head should be traveling around the world in order to overcome the bottleneck, and some people guess that the head has soared. But Yi Ning felt that no matter what, the Sect Master would not leave him without saying goodbye.

Since he was a child, the sect master has loved him so much that Mu Zilang and his fellow apprentices do not like Yi Ning. Now that he is getting older, Mu Zilang is more restrained.

"Shangxian Yi Ning, what do you think?"

Suddenly, someone mentioned Yi Ning's name, he was stunned, and then heard the other person repeat: "The matter of the Zongmen Grand Competition, you can only take charge of it first."

It is natural that he came back for this too. Yi Ning nodded, and then listened to the man continue: "I have been away from Shangxian for a long time. I didn't expect that the apprentices accepted by Shangxian are already so big. I am afraid that even the old man may not be able to beat this child now. What a talent. Extraordinary."

Yi Ning pursed her lips and did not answer her words, but just got up and said, "Since there is nothing else, I will go to choose the candidate of the Zongmen Dabi and leave."

The man's face was a little embarrassed, but everyone present knew Yi Ning's temperament, so it was difficult to say more.

Only Gong Xiuxian quietly got up and followed behind Yi Ning. Aware of his movements, Yi Ning stopped abruptly, turned around and said to him, "Don't follow me."

The other party's face was full of reluctance, as if he was deeply hurt by Yi Ning's words, he hesitated at his feet, and after all, he did not go any further.

Really able to install.

Before leaving the hall, Yi Ning heard that someone was comforting Gong Xiuxian, saying that Yi Ning had such a temper since he was a child.

Yes, he really is not a likable temperament. Yi Ning took a deep breath, feeling very anxious.

Forget it, business matters, he still has to select candidates for the Zongmen Grand Competition.

Although Gong Xiuxian was definitely the strongest disciple in this session, Yi Ning had already expelled him from his apprenticeship. Naturally, he was not a member of Ming Guangzong, so he would not let Gong Xiuxian play in the name of his apprentice.

Just thinking about it, a pair of hands quietly hung down from the tree that Yi Ning passed by, and in an instant, he brought him to the top of the tree.

Yi Ning's pupils shrank, and he was about to draw his sword, but was stunned when he saw his face clearly.

"Don't even think about getting rid of me. Don't even think about it for the rest of your life!" Yan Xuan's eyes were gloomy, his tone was cold, and he hatedly grabbed his collar and pulled him into his arms.