The female disciples who had bad intentions towards me started fighting among themselves

Luo Li said so.

217. Just like the little girl who never grew up

The woman in front of him was wearing a black and white robe, and her ink-black hair fell to her waist like flowing clouds.

The style of the robe was not simple. There were tiny magic circles engraved on it, and a rich spiritual energy was lingering on it.

In the middle of it, there was an inky black area and there seemed to be an ancient furnace with flames burning in it.

The Mad Pope recognized the clothes.

This is clothing that only the first-class weapon refiners of the human race are qualified to wear.

The human race is good at using tools, and the level of tool refining is the highest in the Nine Provinces. Among the human race, the status of tool refiners is divided into nine grades, rising from nine to one.

A first-grade weapon refiner is extremely rare in the world, and there are only a handful of them in the entire continent. Generally speaking, people of such status should be supported by the sect and cherished.

In the entire Nanposo Continent, there are only two first-class weapon refiners. Most of them are old monsters who have been immersed in the art of weapon refining for thousands of years. They also have extremely bad tempers and characters. Even though she was once the Pope, she could only let them take action a few times.

What shocked the Mad Pope was not her identity but her age.

When Wen Youqing was growing up, the Mad Pope was always in a deep sleep and was only awake for a few things. She had heard that Wen Youqing had a junior sister who focused on refining equipment. She knew that her refining skills were superb, but she never thought that her skills could be so powerful.

Looking at her tender face, the Mad Pope realized that this girl who called herself "Luo Li" was actually a little younger than Wen Youqing. A first-grade weapon refiner so young was truly rare in the world.

And this weapon refiner with such great talent came to the witch's mansion in person just to bring a message.

This shocked the Mad Pope.

But this shock only lasted for a brief moment.

Her attention was quickly drawn to the message in Luo Li's words. When those words came out of the other party's mouth, the Mad Pope began to tremble violently. The chains bound on her body seemed to feel her excitement and suddenly became tight. The wounds that had been somewhat healed suddenly spurted out hot blood.

The Mad Pope lost his mind.

Wen Youqing also lost his mind.

She sat on an ancient locust tree with her legs dangling in the air. The affectionate look that had originally shown Luo Li disdain suddenly froze, and the smile on the corner of her mouth also froze.

She paused.

There was a flash of panic in his eyes, but it was quickly wiped away.

She bit her lip and said in a cold voice:

"Luo Li, in order to lure me into action, are you willing to use Master's life as a lie? I know that as soon as I take a step out of here, countless hidden upright monks will come to arrest me. Don't use this method anymore. It's boring."

"Do not."

Luo Li's voice was still flat, as if it was ice that had not melted for thousands of years, and it contained a hint of... sadness.

"I didn't lie to you. I just came to inform you that Master's funeral will be held in three days." She lowered her head, as if she was trying to explain something to herself, "I just... came to inform you because we were once fellow disciples."

"enough!"

A sharp sword blew past, and in just a moment, the sword shadow was so fast that it was difficult to see with the naked eye.

Wen Youqing disappeared from the tree, and somehow appeared in front of Luo Li.

The hand holding the sword trembled slightly, her clenched teeth were rubbing violently, her voice was full of anger, and the sharp sword cut the inky hair beside Luo Li's ear into two pieces.

"Luo Li, that's enough! How long are you going to keep telling lies like this? The last time I saw Master, his cultivation was higher than mine, and his life span was inexhaustible. How could he possibly think like you said!"

"Sister."

Even though the tip of the long sword was against her neck, Luo Li's expression remained indifferent. She looked at Wen Youqing indifferently and said slowly:

"How long ago was it that you last saw Master?"

It was just such a simple sentence, but Wen Youqing was confused. She tried desperately to recall that the last time she saw her master was when she secretly returned to Qiushui. Time...

Twenty full years have passed.

Twenty years passed in the blink of an eye. In the eyes of long-lived immortal cultivators, this is not worth mentioning. But in the eyes of mortals, the changes in twenty years are so intense and huge.

Anything can happen.

Wen Youqing was about to say something but couldn't. The sword in her hand slowly dropped and she looked at Luo Li with hope in her eyes.

"But, it's only twenty years. For us, twenty years is just a blink of an eye, isn't it? Tell me, are you lying to me?"

She seemed to be asking Luo Li for an answer that would calm her down.

"Twenty years?"

Luo Li was stunned for a moment, looked at Wen Youqing, the corners of her mouth slowly rose, her smile was so ironic.

"Big sister, twenty years, you said it lightly, but twenty years is two hundred and forty months, a full seven thousand days and nights. Master is most worried about you when you leave the sect. Look at what you have done outside. Are you really worthy of being called Master's disciple? Do you really think you can do anything? It's Master who is behind you to help you clean up the mess!"

"Master is most worried about you! Every moment!"

Luo Li spoke faster and faster, becoming a little excited. Suddenly, she realized something and sighed.

Said to Wen Youqing: "Big sister, I know you don't like me, but you should know me well."

Luo Li stared at Wen Youqing and spoke word by word:

"I never lie."

suddenly.

A great fear surged towards Wen Youqing like a tide. All his confidence and composure disappeared at this moment, as if he had experienced some great stimulation.

Tears flowed from the eyes of this ruthless witch without her noticing.

When she realized it and wanted to raise her hand to wipe away the tears, she found that she could not stop the tears.

"Do not."

She said hurriedly.

"Luo Li, you are lying to me!"

"Luo Li, you are a liar. Don't try to deceive me. Tell me this is fake. Please tell me this is fake, okay?"

Luo Li was silent. She stood there for a long time, finally turned around, and clenched her fists tightly, with blue on her knuckles.

What else could she say at this moment?

She could only turn around, pretend to be calm and speak insincerely.

"Three days later, it will be the Master's funeral. If you want to come, then come. If you don't want to come... then don't come."

"I have said all that I need to say...I...will take my leave now."

She pursed her lips, walked towards the road down the mountain, with her back to Wen Youqing, and her figure became blurry and distant.

It was tears that blurred the scene before her eyes.

Wen Youqing wanted to say something, wanted to do something, to vent the suppressed emotions in her heart. Until this moment, she didn't dare to believe what Luo Li said... or she didn't want to believe it from the bottom of her heart.

Correct!

It’s fake, all fake, Luo Li is lying to her!

It was the master who missed her and wanted her to go see him.

The master is not dead.

Luo Li was telling a lie.

That's it, it must be that way!

Thinking so, Wen Youqing raised his head and looked towards the place where Luo Li left.

She wanted to find her master, she wanted to go down the mountain, even though countless people wanted to hunt her down and take her head.

She wanted to verify and expose the lies Luo Li told.

but--

What if what Luo Li said is true?

Wen Youqing's heart trembled violently.

she does not know.

She just suddenly wanted to go home.

Return to the Master's arms.

Just like the little girl who never grew up.

Seeking warmth.

218. No Snow

Autumn water is evergreen.

Qingzhu Peak has endless towering ancient trees, and green bamboos grow lushly in the gaps between the ancient trees.

Wen Youqing had never seen the withered and yellow leaves on the Qingzhu Peak of Qiu Shui since she was a child, and she did not like withered leaves.

But when Wen Youqing stepped into Qingzhu Peak again, he found that snow was falling from the sky.

The originally lush old trees turned withered and yellow, and the few remaining dry fallen leaves swayed in the wind. Then, the fragile leaf veins could no longer withstand the ravages of the cold wind, and they swayed and fell into the white snow.

The green bamboo is still pleasing to the eye, but the tips of the leaves have turned yellow, and everything looks desolate and decaying.

This is completely different from the Qingzhu Peak that Wen Youqing once remembered.

In her memory, the stream at Qingzhu Peak had always been flowing. In the cool stream in midsummer, there were fish and mountain crabs swimming in it. In her spare time, she would sit by the stream with her fellow apprentice sisters, and the mottled shadows of the trees would fall into her eyes.

The master soaked the watermelon in the stream. The girls chattered and quarreled non-stop. She also joined in the quarrel and argued with Luo Li.

Li Lingshang, as the third junior sister, looked like a little adult, sitting quietly on a rock looking at the round pebbles in the water.

Ji Siye will stick to her master. She is the one who sticks to her master the most, since her master brought her out of the Demon Cult.

as well as......

Who?

Wen Youqing couldn't remember for a moment, she shook her head and recalled the time she spent at Qingzhu Peak.

Next, the master would cut the watermelon. The watermelon soaked in the cold stream water was red and sweet. She would hold a big piece of watermelon and eat it by the stream. The juice would stain her collar.

But now?

The stream was frozen over, with no sign of life beneath the ice, and the shade of the trees had disappeared, leaving only bare branches.

The spiritual energy of Qingzhu Peak has declined a lot.

It was not until this moment that Wen Youqing understood that Qingzhu Peak was not evergreen all year round. It was the master's spiritual warmth that nurtured this small hill and... Wen Youqing's home.

The master's aura is gone.

Wen Youqing looked back in confusion, but could not find any familiar spiritual energy around him. The gentle yet sharp spiritual energy of his master disappeared, and Qingzhu Peak became an ordinary hill.

Master...is he really dead?

No, it's impossible.

Wen Youqing covered the cloak on her head with her hands. Her identity would cause countless disputes even if she set foot in Dongsheng Shenzhou, not to mention that she was now in Qiu Shui, one of the best sects in the entire Dongsheng Shenzhou.

She didn't want to cause trouble, at least not now.

She put away the domineering character she had developed outside, put on a hood that could conceal her breath, and quietly came to Qiu Shui alone.

Just to expose Luo Li’s “lies”.

However, at this moment she realized that Luo Li might not really be lying - she didn't bother to lie, she couldn't make up a lie like her master was dead.

Wen Youqing's knuckles turned blue, his face was pale, and his eyes became extremely panicked.

I am even more timid when I am close to my hometown.

But what if the person you once knew is gone?

Then can "home" still be called "home"?