Sister Sword

Chapter 114 The Secret Realm of Seven Leaves
After moving Chaoxi into a tent and handing it over to several female disciples to look after, Bai Yan went out and punched Lin Qi in the face.

"I'm sorry, I caused the saint to be injured." Lin Qi lowered his head, feeling overwhelmed by guilt, why was he so useless, not only killed Senior Brother Zhang, but also injured the saint.

"It's good that you know." Bai Yan still wanted to make a move, but Yue Changyuan grabbed his collar and stopped him.

"Let go of me!" Sensing the pulling force behind him, Bai Yan turned his head and shouted loudly.

Yue Changyuan glanced at him coldly, Bai Yan fell silent immediately, he didn't dare to move, for some reason, his neck always felt chilly.

Seeing that he was honest, Yue Changyuan let go of his hand and went to the side to meditate.

Bai Yan came back to his senses, wanted to say something, looked at Yue Changyuan, but didn't dare to speak, and sat on the edge of the tent resentfully.

As for Lin Qi, he was dragged away by other disciples to treat the wound.

Because of Senior Brother Zhang's death, Lin Qi was very desperate. He suffered more serious injuries than the others, and he was holding on just now. After being dragged away by his disciples, he passed out not long after.

Compared with the last time, the atmosphere of this break was much duller, and the death of someone was still a big blow to these rookies who had just left the sect.

Before entering the secret realm, the elders of the sect had already reminded the monks that death is inevitable. Along the way, they also witnessed the death of many monks due to various reasons, but they told themselves a few hours ago The monk who was joking and laughing died, but their mood was still very sad.

"Death in a secret realm is a very normal thing. Today's incident is just an insignificant incident in your life, but it has different meanings to you." Xingyue looked at everyone and said slowly.

"This is the first time you have experienced the death of a close friend around you, so it will bring you shock and confusion, but this is the case in the cultivation world. Death happens all the time. In the future, you will face more cruel things than this."

"Cry if you want to cry. We are still here today. When we are alone in the future, we won't even have the chance to cry."

As soon as the words fell, bursts of crying came from among the disciples. Gradually, everyone was infected and burst into tears.

"Little uncle, what is the purpose of our cultivation of immortality?" A disciple asked with a choked voice.

"Although I don't know what the purpose of cultivating immortals is now, I know that if I can't cultivate immortals myself, there will be no point in living in this world."

She can't imagine that she can't cultivate immortality. Ever since she came into contact with the world of cultivation, she seems to have found the meaning of her existence. Xingyue thinks that cultivating immortality is a very interesting thing, and she is willing to make efforts for it.

Seeing this, Xingyue continued to say, "Cultivate well, you should know when your cultivation base is high, or you can go to the mortal world for a while if you have time, and feel their way of life. Maybe you can find the meaning of your cultivation."

"Yes, thank you little uncle."

After crying for a while, the expressions of the disciples looked much better, at least they did not have that bleak and confused state.

Xingyue found a place to sit down, and she was not in the mood to meditate now, so she took out a spiritual fruit and gnawed it slowly. In fact, she didn't feel bad about Senior Brother Zhang's death. After all, we were not very familiar with each other. Communicating day and night, the rest of the pilgrimage palace disciples are just familiar with each other.

The most important thing is that the ones who died were not the disciples of their own sect. Speaking of which, he felt that something had nothing to do with him.

Don't look at Bai Yan acting so fiercely, he is also acting like that because he was injured day and night.

In the tent, after taking a top-quality healing elixir from Bai Yan, he woke up slowly.

The female disciple of the pilgrimage palace said happily, "Saint, you are awake."

"How does it feel, does your back still hurt?"

"I'm fine." Feeling his physical condition, he said weakly.

Hearing the voice, Bai Yan walked into the tent in three steps at a time. He stepped forward to look at Zhao Xi with concern, "Chao Xi, are you better?"

"It's much better, thank you." The female disciple beside her just now told her what happened after she fell into a coma. Thanks to Bai Yan's healing elixir, otherwise she wouldn't have woken up so soon.

"It's okay, you should have a good rest, I'll go out first." Seeing Zhao Xi's pale and tired face, Bai Yan didn't want to disturb her too much, as long as she was fine.

"Cough cough, I got it." Zhao Xi coughed twice, Li Gui's attack hurt her internal organs, although the healing pill was good, after all, the time was too short and she hadn't fully recovered yet.

Lie on the mattress day and night, close your eyes and continue to rest.

When Bai Yan came out of the tent, the people outside asked with concern, "Is the saint (Fellow Daoist) all right?"

"She's much better, she's resting now." Bai Yan replied.

"That's good." Knowing that nothing happened day and night, everyone felt more at ease.

The disciples of the pilgrimage palace went back and told Lin Qi who woke up, "You don't have to worry, the saint is fine."

Lin Qi nodded silently. Although he didn't blame him, he still couldn't forgive himself, but he couldn't act impulsively anymore, otherwise it would be bad for himself and his classmates.

"Today we have eliminated most of the ghosts. I believe we will be able to leave this ghostly place in one day." A disciple broke the atmosphere of silence.

"Yes! After staying here for two days, I feel a little uncomfortable." A disciple replied.

"Li Yan, tell us some gossip." Someone suggested.

"Okay, no problem!" Li Yan replied.

He is the disciple of Taixu sect who gossips about Hua Bailian and Xu Ziqing.

As expected, he knows a lot, whether it is inside the sect or outside the sect, his voice resounds in the silent night, with a bit of wit and humor, adding a layer of humor to the dull atmosphere. hapiness.

The corners of Xingyue's mouth curled up, and she listened quietly, and so did the others.

Early the next morning, everyone got up full of energy, because they could basically get out of this ghost place today, so everyone's faces were a little excited.

Only Lin Qi, he still felt very uncomfortable, and the others patted him on the shoulder understandingly, no one would feel comfortable with this kind of thing.

After a night's rest, Zhaoxi's injuries had basically fully recovered. She walked up to Lin Qi and said sternly, "Are you worthy of Zhang Zhuo with your current state?"

"Saint..." Lin Qi's lips trembled, not knowing what to say.

"People, you have to look forward. A monk has a long lifespan. You will encounter more sad things than this in the future. Don't you have to be sad like this every time?"

"I'm not, I don't." Lin Qi wanted to explain.

"I know you are uncomfortable, but Zhang Zhuo has already gone, he is to save you, so you have to take his share, and appreciate the great rivers and mountains of the cultivation world."

"I see, Saintess." Lin Qi said.

"En." Seeing that Lin Qi was getting better, Zhaoxi nodded and walked towards Xingyue and the others.

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