Now that the world is rampant with demons, Heng Zhi had the idea of worshipping the immortal family because his parents died tragically at the hands of demons.

After becoming an orphan, I saw many innocent people dying at the hands of demons, so I thought that I was alone left and right, why not become a child of the fairy family, practice and experience, and be able to protect the people in the future.

Driven by this great ambition, Heng Zhi fell in love with Qingfeng Pavilion, the first immortal cultivator today.

But when it comes to cultivation, how can everyone do it?

Especially Qingfeng Pavilion's vision is very high, and the disciples in the door are either gifted or have a good family background, and Heng Zhi does not occupy anything.

When she participated in the selection meeting, who viciously laughed at her, a dirty little beggar, actually stepped into the realm of Qingfeng Pavilion.

Who knew that before the selection trial began, the head of Qingfeng Pavilion came from the stands and stopped in front of Heng Zhi.

Glancing at her, he asked: "Getting started is not child's play, there are many rules and precepts in the door, are you really willing? ”

Heng Zhi had long been fascinated by Shen Jianqing's seven meat and eight vegetables, where could she still shake her head?

In the original plot, Heng Zhi was accepted by the head of the family for two years, and the senior brothers and sisters in the pavilion were very good to her, but this good made Heng Zhi feel strange, like a man's back.

You must know that if you take someone out of the mountain, even if you are a tea boy, you don't know how much better than Heng Zhi.

But in any case, for Heng Zhi, good is good.

The disciples in the door all take great care of her, and so does the head of the family. There are many mentions in practice, the elixir sword, and the eyes are smashed here by Heng Zhi without blinking.

Heng Zhi can't do much, thinking that they want to become talents, so she works hard.

She forgot to sleep and eat and practiced for two years, and lived up to expectations and achieved a small success. If it comes to this, Heng Zhi's cultivation can be regarded as smooth sailing, and the merits are complete.

It wasn't until I went to the library once and bumped into the head and the senior brother discussing in the cabinet that I knew that I was just a stand-in.

Before Heng Zhi entered, there was a female disciple in Qingfeng Pavilion named Chongyun.

Chongyun was born in a family of cultivating immortals, has unique wisdom roots, and his appearance is also excellent, and he is the person who is admired by the head.

Not only that, but the whole Qingfeng Pavilion likes this little junior sister very much. Prior to this, there was only one female disciple in Qingfeng Pavilion.

In front of such a dazzling person, Heng Zhi was just a substitute for the people in Qingfeng Pavilion who couldn't be put on the table.

If there is anything wrong with Chongyun, it is that he has been deficient since birth, and his health is not good.

A few years ago, when I practiced the exercises, I couldn't suppress the turbidity in my body, and I went crazy, but although I was rescued later, I hurt my bones and never woke up. There is only one way to wake her up, and she must use the blood of a woman who practices the same exercises to save her.

It's just that this drop of blood is easy to say, but hard to get.

If the blood is taken out, don't want the mana of cultivation throughout the body.

People's hearts are made of meat, even if Heng Zhi understands their approach, it is false to say that they are not heartbroken.

But so what? Looking at her head with complicated eyes, there was still a bit of tenderness in his eyes.

It's a pity that this tenderness doesn't belong to her. Shen Jianqing, don't say that if you want her to cultivate all your body, you want her to die, and she has nothing to say.

"Master, is there really no other way?" Zang Feng, who was standing on the side, hesitated and opened his mouth.

Heng Zhi's eyelashes trembled slightly, the senior brother has always treated her very well, even if he looks down on her in his heart, he can't bear it.

"Hmm. But...... The whole Qingfeng Pavilion will remember your kindness, even if you lose your cultivation, the Pavilion will not treat you badly. ”

This is naturally a lie, but Heng Zhi's whole mind is on this person, and she only cares about nodding.

She nodded so crisply and cheerfully, as if she had forgotten to sleep and eat for two years, and the cultivation she had only earned through gritting her teeth and practicing was not her own.

When crossing the blood, the three layers in the Hanyu Cave and the outer three floors were full of people, all of whom came to protect the Dharma for Chongyun.

Drawing blood to cultivate is harmful to the body, and it is of great benefit to the person who is being spelled. Heng Zhifang gave the blood to Chongyun, and she woke up.

As soon as Chongyun opened his eyes, Heng Zhi fell directly on the ground made of 10,000-year-old cold jade due to detachment.

People all gathered around Chongyun to say hello to Hengzhi, who sacrificed herself to save others, was ignored in the corner like garbage.

Qingfeng Pavilion is the first major sect of cultivating immortals, and the Qingfeng Mountain where the sect is located is also a rare blessed land.

Even if you are full of spiritual energy, you can't see enough of the four seasons on the mountain.

For the two immortal cultivators, time flies like a white horse, and they can't catch it, and they enter the cold winter in the blink of an eye.

After the first snowfall, Qingfeng Pavilion was gathered in a layer of crystal white snow quilt.

The bamboo forest outside the window is covered with a layer of snow, white and green, very good-looking, and Shen Jianqing also praised the bamboo in Hengzhi's yard for growing well.

"Liu Yue, how long have I been asleep?" asked Liu Yue, who was carrying a food box and pushing the door in, distractedly.

A trace of worry flashed in Liu Yue's eyes, but she still answered truthfully: "It's been six hours." ”

Since crossing the blood to wake up Chongyun, Heng Zhi has become extremely sleepy, sleeping for six hours every day.

And this sentence, Heng Zhi will ask every day when she wakes up.

"Somebody came when I was asleep. ”

"No one came. Liu Yue couldn't bear to look over.

Heng Zhi gave up all his cultivation to save people, but as soon as Chongyun woke up, everyone's previous care for Heng Zhi in the pavilion was also dispersed.

Loose and clean.

Heng Zhi stayed in the room and didn't say anything, ate as usual every day, and obediently did the abandoned Heng Zhi.

It's just that every day, I will ask these few words, causing Heng Zhi to call Liu Yue's name, and Liu Yue's heart trembles.

"Well, go and get my sword from the sword box. ”

Heng Zhi put on her cloak, drank two mouthfuls of rice porridge indiscriminately, and then took the saber handed by Liu Yue and walked to the courtyard.

After losing her cultivation, she picked up this saber for the first time.

Heng Zhi stared at the long sword in his hand, took a deep breath, silently recited the sword mantra, and gathered the aura around him.

A cup of tea time passed, and the sword body lay motionless in the scabbard, not even a sound of Weng Ming.

"What am I hoping for?" Heng Zhi sighed, and was about to hand over the sword to Liu Yue, when the sword body suddenly shook, came out of its sheath, and flew towards the courtyard gate with a sharp aura that broke through the air, and then was steadily caught by a slender jade hand.

"I heard that the senior brother in charge gave the intercession to the new disciple, what kind of person should I be, and now the immortal weapon in the door can be obtained by any cat or dog?"

A woman in purple walked in from the courtyard gate, her eyes were bright, her eyebrows were picturesque, and her voice was as pleasant as a clear forest in the forest.

Heng Zhi unconsciously tightened her throat, and said in a daze: "Chongyun...... Masters. ”

That was the beginning of the rift between Heng Zhi and Shen Jianqing.

Chongyun injured himself with Heng Zhi's sword, and ran to Shen Jianqing to cry while covering his wounds.

Heng Zhi knew that she was just a stand-in, and it was already a great mercy for the head of the sect to keep her in the door, and it was normal for Chongyun not to tolerate her.

So in front of Shen Jianqing, he didn't say a word.

The more Heng Zhi thought about this plot, the more angry she became, and a nameless fire hit the stone pillar of the cloister.

"Click" dense cracks spread to the pillar body, and before Heng Zhi's hand could retract the stone pillar, it cracked into pieces and collapsed.

Heng Zhi: "?"