After converting to Qingqing Dao, my little junior sister went crazy

Night gradually fell, and the surroundings were dark.

Yan Beizhou led everyone into the Yunzhou again, gathered on the deck, and lit a small fire for lighting.

The crowd sitting around the fire was preoccupied.

Thinking of the people who died during the day, Yan Beizhou's throat felt a little dry. The surroundings were silent, and he opened his mouth: "What happened today is that I can't bear to you, and I didn't protect you well."

Hearing this, the people in the southern country moved slightly, with different expressions.

They turned to look at the people around them, and then looked at Yan Beizhou, whose face was filled with self-blame.

"I can't blame you." A fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy said in a hoarse voice: "As the emperor said, protecting us is not your original duty. It's just that we are used to a life of being protected, so we treat it as such. Of course."

He whispered: "It's not your fault, nor their fault. It's because we ourselves are not strong enough."

"What you said sounded nice." Someone in the crowd said this.

The boy looked up and saw that the person speaking was a middle-aged man, probably about the same age as his father.

"I didn't say it nicely, that's what I thought." The young man stood up and looked in the direction of the man: "Don't we in the South advocate equality for everyone? Then let me ask you, do you think these immortal cultivators should protect us when they are born? , where is the equality?”

"They also have flesh and blood, and they can also get hurt and die. Is it just because they cultivated before us that they should even sacrifice their own lives to save us?"

"That's how it should be..." the middle-aged man muttered.

His voice was not loud originally, but the people here are all monks, the lowest ones are at the Qi Refining Level, and their hearing is better than ordinary people.

After listening to his words, some people were thoughtful, while others glared at him.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" The man was glared at by several people next to him, but he became angry: "Originally, we stayed well at home, but we started practicing because they said they wanted to teach us how to practice, right?"

"If they hadn't started that whole-people cultivating immortality thing, would we still be living an ordinary life now?"

"If you ask me, this is an unreasonable disaster! It was originally brought about by them!"

"If it weren't for them, we wouldn't be targeted by the demons, let alone be cursed like this, and we wouldn't have to be taken to the Qing Hong Sect and suffer this kind of punishment!"

"It sounds nice to be observing our situation, but isn't it actually a disguised form of locking us up?"

He obviously had a lot of resentment in his heart. He said a lot and directly made the few people who were staring at him look away.

Some people who originally thought Yan Beizhou and the others were lucky, thought about it, and even felt that what he said made sense.

The people here are basically ordinary people. They don't have prominent family backgrounds, nor do they have great wealth. They live a mediocre life.

If it weren't for their cultivation, they might have lived their entire lives so plainly, without encountering such troublesome things at all.

"What if the demons invade the southern country in a few years?" The young man didn't say anything else, he just asked suddenly.

The fire in front of him was crackling and burning brightly, and the flickering light of the fire made Yi Rang's shadow tremble.

The light was flickering, and no one could see clearly what kind of expression he had on his face.

"How is that possible!" the middle-aged man retorted subconsciously: "The demons were sealed more than two hundred years ago, how could they be broken out so quickly? Didn't they also say that only some of the demons have come out now?"

"So, who sealed the demon clan more than two hundred years ago?" The young man turned to look at the middle-aged man, with fire flickering in his dark eyes.

"They are some monks..." After the man finished speaking, he seemed to have realized something and fell silent.

The young man sneered: "So, they paid the price with their lives just to let people like you live and humiliate the monks?"

"It is clear that we are facing a catastrophe, but instead of thinking about how to survive this calamity, you first blame our compatriots and blame them for not protecting you." The young man sat down again. He did not continue to say anything, but hugged him with his hands. He held his knees: "My sister died a few hours ago."

Among the people who died on Yunzhou was his sister.

He watched helplessly as his sister was killed by the demons, but there was nothing he could do.

That feeling of powerlessness almost made him despair at that time, and he wished he could die with his sister.

But how could he die?
His sister's revenge has not been avenged, and his parents still need someone to protect him, so he cannot die.

The only belief is to live and then kill the demons.

He thought that at least as a member of the same race, everyone should have the same thoughts as him.

I didn't expect that a middle-aged man would say those words.

The young man stopped talking, and neither did anyone else.

Everyone's eyes looked back and forth between him and the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man finally couldn't stand the probing gaze, so he stood up and walked away.

Although Yun Zhou could not fly, the house inside was not damaged and the room could still be used.

According to the previously assigned rooms, Yan Beizhou asked them to rest first.

And he and some other disciples began to deal with the bodies of the people who unfortunately died.

Afraid of the corpses rotting, Yan Beizhou affixed talismans and seals on them and placed them all on the deck.

Dozens of corpses in various states of death lay there, as if to reveal the tragedy of what had happened.

Yan Beizhou's eyes darkened and he closed the eyes of the corpses that had not yet had time to close their eyes.

"Don't worry, the demons will pay the price." He whispered to himself, murderous intent flashing in his always cold eyes.

"Third Senior Brother, there are demons wandering outside the formation." The disciple responsible for guarding the movement came to report.

Yan Beizhou used a double formation, one for defense and one for concealment.

If you are not in the late Nascent Soul stage or above, you will not be able to find their location.

"Let them find it." Yan Beizhou was absolutely confident in the formation he had set up. He was convinced that the demons would never be able to find Yunzhou's location.

Even if they had walked in front of Yun Zhou, they could not see Yun Zhou.

"But...Senior Brother Yan, I think it's quite strange, why can those demons accurately find the place where our Yunzhou landed?"

All those demons had been killed before and their bodies had been disposed of, but even so, it was strange that the demons could still find where they were.

"It's obvious, isn't it?" Another disciple looked inside Yun Zhou: "There should be someone in that group of people whose curse has taken effect, and they should be cooperating with the demon clan inside and outside."

"What should we do?" The expression of the disciple who came to report changed. If this was the case, wouldn't it mean that he would be followed by demons wherever he went?

"Don't worry, they can't find us yet." Yan Beizhou turned his eyes and raised his head to look into the boundless night: "We'd better figure out why they came here again."

It was obvious that the woman had given up chasing them before.