Immortals, don't watch dramas

Chapter 1223 Asylum
After dealing with a piece of trash that got in the way, the leading monk showed no expression on his face, as if he just dealt with an insignificant bug, and flicked the blood-stained sword back into its sheath.

"Clean it up. Don't let the people in the Zhongzheng Mansion seize the opportunity." The man ordered with a blank expression.

"My lord, do I want to wait..." The person standing half a step behind hesitated, and glanced at the dilapidated house hidden in the darkness.

"What do you want? Are you desperate? Don't use your brain and just make do with it..." The leader couldn't help but rolled his eyes.If they can do it easily, they still need to act as stone statues here in the middle of the night?

"Let's go. It's not suitable to stay here for a long time. The person inside must already know about it." Of course, the old fried dough sticks in Zhongzheng Mansion should know about it, otherwise they wouldn't ask those patrolling disciples to avoid this place.Probably because they were afraid of being involved in their family's internal affairs.
...The guys in the Zhongzheng Mansion are not as high-spirited and upright as they usually preach.The leader sneered.

Others know this, too, but it's annoying to have to give up when the clues are right in front of them.So this is also their last unwilling struggle. In fact, everyone knows what to do next is the most appropriate.

Now that the leading cultivator had spoken out, they naturally couldn't stay in the lower classes, and the group left the dilapidated courtyard quietly after dealing with the scene.

The cool night wind blew by, wrinkling the fallen leaves all over the place, making it feel desolate, as if nothing had ever happened here.

The oil lamps in the house flicker on and off, unlike the popular glazed lamps on the market, the original light source brings a lingering sense of gloom to the closed room.

Feeling that the chilling atmosphere lingering around dissipated, and those very annoying movements disappeared, the people in the room let out a long sigh.

It took a long time before he said: "Finally left, those guys." The boy's voice was hoarse, as if he was extremely tired.

"Come out. Those people won't come back."

The room was quiet, and the young man was not in a hurry, quietly staring at the burnt wick, as if his entire soul had flown into the sky.

After a long time, there was a rustling sound in the room, as if someone came out from somewhere.The other party's breathing was a little heavy, as if he couldn't breathe.

It took a while for the movement to calm down.

Then another male voice sounded in the small room, the tone was clear and clear, but for some reason, there was a little hoarseness in the crispness, and I couldn't help but groaned a few times.

"Thank you."

Under the light, the young man's face was clean, and a little pale, with a long face with sharp edges and corners, a look that was about to leave the category of a young man and enter an adult.The boy... let's call him a boy with a subtle look on his lips: "Thank me for something."

"If they rushed in just now, I would probably have to confess you without hesitation. A semi-cripple like me can't even protect himself, but he can't protect you." Contrary to his appearance, the young man said harshly, with a sharp tone. Something cool.

"But they didn't come in in the end. You...you didn't confess me either." The person opposite stood quietly for a while, and finally sat in front of the young man, looking into the depths of the other's deep eyes.

"It can be regarded as repaying your favor. After this incident, we will settle the matter."

"You...you should leave too."

The room was quiet, except for the gentle breathing of the two of them, and neither of them continued talking in a tacit understanding.

"Indeed, it's time for me to leave too." The person who came out exhaled heavily, seemingly melancholy, and seemed to let go of some burden.

"Thank you for taking the risk to cover up for a certain person today. I still owe you one time, and I will definitely repay you in the future." The other party stood up and bowed deeply to the sitting master.

The pale boy with a strange expression didn't move. He didn't even bother to shake his eyelids. His eyelids were slightly closed, as if he had fallen asleep, or he didn't hear the movement of the person opposite him at all.

"That's all I have left on hand. Maybe it's not enough, but it's enough to delay your symptoms and thank you for your care in recent days. I hope you can recover soon."

The man didn't get annoyed when he didn't get a response, he put the priceless treasure on the table as a weed that was readily available on the side of the road, fiddled with it, and took out something and put it aside to be satisfied.

Standing for a while, then turned around without hesitation, as if to leave the boy behind.

"Take it back, what you gave is already enough. Besides, these things are doomed to be useless if I hold them, but it hangs on my life, which is doomed to last. I think you need some more, so you can keep them for yourself." The young man didn't even look at the rare spiritual material on the table, he just spoke casually.

"This is what you deserve, no, it's not enough... You know, these things are nothing to me. If I can't survive this time, it's even more meaningless."

The young man who sat quietly fell silent again, as if he had acquiesced in this matter.

A smile appeared on the corner of the man's mouth with his back to the boy, before he walked outside leisurely.He knew what kind of thorny road he would face after going out from here.But he has no choice...

"And this, thank you very much." The other party held a thin piece of paper between his fingertips and shook it, the handwriting was faintly visible under the dimly lit candlelight.If Ning Xia was present, she would definitely recognize that this piece of paper was the same as the invitation card she got from Fifth Desheng that day, and it was also an invitation card.

With the sound of the door being gently closed, the boy in the room remained motionless, and it took a long time to turn his eyes, and his eyes fell on the burnt oil lamp.

"...If it is possible, I would like to greet the future Patriarch. I am very grateful."

It was late at night, and the rustling sound of swaying branches and leaves came from outside the window, as if someone responded to something.

Under the light, the corner of the boy's mouth curled into a slight smile, not a sly smile, nor a mocking smile, but a chuckle from the heart, as if he was genuinely happy about something.

As for the actual beneficiary, Ningxia was completely forgotten by the people playing "hide and seek".

After all, for a female cultivator who just showed her face, the search range is really not so wide.Those people searched for a while and knew that it would be futile, so they gave up the matter after searching for a few days.

After that day, Zhenjun Yuanheng didn't let her go out, and even if he had to go out in an emergency, he would take her with him.

Unaware of the hidden undercurrent, Ningxia continued to act as a salted fish in Siyilou, waiting for the right time.

The secret realm of Yanling Lake is about to open soon, and various forces have gathered in this mysterious land in southern Xinjiang one after another in various ways. It can be expected that the chaotic situation will be in the near future.

In such a situation, Ningxia followed Zhenjun Yuanheng and set off towards Yundao, one of the twelve attached islands.

(End of this chapter)