At this time, Shan Xuan leaned on the back of Wen Yuan Zhenren. Sleep soundly. Unaware.

After Wen Yuan Zhenren heard what the Confucian sage said. Still motionless. Silent.

The Confucian saint was not discouraged. Walked around two steps. Continued: "From the beginning. I don't approve of you taking her as a disciple. Now her talent is gradually revealed. I want to get the magic sword again. It's not something you can control. You know that you have a fateful fate. A narrow escape. She..."

"Senior brother." I know that the words of Confucianism have not yet been finished. Wen Yuan Zhenren still interrupted him loudly. Just because the voice of the Confucian saint is getting louder and louder. I don't want him to quarrel with Shan Xuan.

"I can receive such a talented apprentice. It's my chance. If one day she goes wrong. It's all about my poor discipline. As for the death calamity you are talking about. I've heard you say this for more than 20 years. Aren't I still alive and well?"

The Confucian saint is obviously in a hurry." Do you think I'm just talking about it? Your mana is so strong. It's impossible not to feel it at all. And why should you deceive yourself? If you hadn't gone your own way. Listen to dissuasion. Curved pillows and plain yarn will not die. Are you going to repeat the same mistakes now?"

"What." Wen Yuan Zhenren heard the Confucian sage talk about the curved pillow and the plain yarn. It's inevitable that I care a lot. As for what he said about causing the death of two disciples. Wen Yuan Zhenren is absolutely impossible to admit.

He had indeed been saddened by the death of his two beloved disciples for a long time. But the reason he was sad and blamed himself was only because he didn't teach the two disciples well. They couldn't be saved. It wasn't that he killed them.

The Confucian saint knows that he has lost his words. But annoyed that Wen Yuan Zhenren always cuts first and then plays. I wanted to make him sober up as soon as possible. He said quickly, "Do you know why you have been since the Immortal and Demon War. I often feel like I'm lost. It's as if I've forgotten something..."

"What are you talking about?" A clear voice came. The sound is not high. Shan Xuan moved. Woken up.

"Master." Rubbed his eyes. Shan Xuan looked up and saw that Confucian Sheng and Yan Qing were both here.

The person who had just asked was Yan Qing, who suddenly appeared. The Confucian saint was deliberately interrupted. A gloomy face. Shut up but didn't continue.

Shan Xuan felt that the atmosphere was a little strange. But they are all elders. He knelt straight. He bowed and said, "Shan Xuan has seen Yan Qing. Confucian saints."

The Confucian was silent for a moment. He also bowed his waist and said to Yan Qing. Jun Yiqian has seen the Qilin Divine Venerable."

"What a courtesy." Yan Qingfu said to Shan Xuan again: "Get up and speak."

Shan Xuan looked at Wen Yuan. Master kneeling. How good is she standing. When I was just thinking about how to explain to Yan Qing. Wen Yuan Zhenren stood up one step earlier.

"Senior brother. What did you mean by that?" Wen Yuan Zhenren stood up. Look at the Confucian sage. Asked reluctantly.

Yan Qing is naturally familiar with Wen Yuan. Although it is a master and apprentice. But Wen Yuan Zhenren has always been informal. Thinking about it, Yan Qing has long been used to it. Seeing that Wen Yuan Zhenren ignored him. There was no displeasure in the slightest.

Just when the Confucian sage looked at him. Deliberately smiled slightly.

"It doesn't mean anything. Destiny cannot be violated. You don't spare your life yourself. Don't delay others." The Confucian sage said stiffly.

Confucian sage means death is inevitable. Be prepared. Don't take it lightly. so as not to harm others and themselves. Regret. But in the eyes of Wenyuan real people. But it is understood as 'since the destiny of heaven cannot be violated. Isn't it all in vain to do anything? What can you change if you go out of the school one by one.'

But this answer doesn't catch up with what he just said. Obviously, it doesn't satisfy Wen Yuan's real people." No. You just said I forgot something. I forgot something."

"I'm asking you not to forget the tragedy of the Immortal and Demon War back then. Don't do it to satisfy one's selfish desires. And let the lives of the world be miserable."

Wen Yuan Zhenren frowned. Obviously, I felt that this was not what the Confucian Sage had just wanted to say to him. But because the Confucian saint just spoke too fast. Didn't grasp anything to the point.

Shan Xuan carried the magic sword. Then he stood up silently. Why do you say that Master 'spares his life'?

"That's the magic sword. Show it to me." Yan Qing didn't pay much attention to Wen Yuan Zhenren and Confucian Sage. Instead, he focused on Shan Xuan's body.

Shan Xuan heard this. I looked at the master and the Confucian sage. Seeing that both of them had calmed down. He also handed the magic sword to Yan Qing.

Yan Qing slept for fifty years. Although the immortals and demons were unable to help Tiancang Mountain during the war. But he knows everything about the world. After taking the magic sword. The white light in his hand passed over the magic sword." I brought the magic sword back to purify for three days. Come and get it then."

That's all that is said. The magic sword vanished into thin air. It was obviously put away by Yan Qing.

Shan Xuan was only worried about the purified magic sword. Can you still give it to her. As for Yan Qing's willingness to purify the magic sword with his own hands. Nature couldn't be better.

At least. The magic sword came back from Yan Qing's hand in a circle. They should be able to rest assured.

"Thank you." Wen Yuan Zhenren said. Yan Qing doesn't do anything about purification. He also has to cast spells. But it's very draining. There is Yan Qing to do it for you. He's happy to take it easy.

"Hmm. It's not too early. It's time to rest." Yan Qing turned around after speaking. In a New York minute. And the man vanished.

I just felt that Yan Qing was gone. The light has dimmed a lot.

Candle flame flickering. If it weren't for the fact that there were still three people in the area. The hall was really empty and terrible.

"Senior brother." The Confucian saint called Wen Yuan Zhenren in his mouth. His eyes were staring at Shan Xuan. I can't guess why Yan Qing must choose to come forward at such a time. But he always felt that this woman could no longer stay in Tiancang Mountain." What I just said. You go back and think about it. I..."

The words are not finished. The Confucian sage turned around and left first.

A phrase that wants to be spoken and a meaningful look. I don't know what Shan Xuan is. After all, the Confucian saint was looking at her just now.

Shan Xuan has always felt that Confucianism is the most kind person in Tiancang Mountain. I also helped her out. But that look just now. It's too cold and unfamiliar.

"Let's go back." Wen Yuan Zhenren didn't seem to pay attention to the words of the Confucian sage. Called Shan Xuan to prepare to go back to Changle Palace.

Seeing that Wen Yuan Zhenren was about to leave. Shan Xuan naturally nodded and followed closely. Master. What did the Confucian Sage tell you to go back to?"

In fact, Wen Yuan Zhenren's heart. Of course, it is impossible not to be unsettling at all with the words of the Confucian saint. It's just that what he cares more about is not what the Confucian Sage told him to think about.

"He told me to go back and teach you spells. You have to be obedient."

"I'm very obedient..."

Since the Demon Sword was taken out of the Demon Suppression Tower. Changle Hall inexplicably has a lot of visitors. Wen Yuan real people are busy socializing. Shan Xuan doesn't want to see people. So he hid in his room and did not come out.

I think the whole of Tiancang Mountain was alarmed because of the magic sword. Even if you know that no one will support the return of the magic sword. Shan Xuan still has some expectations for the purified magic sword.

Although remembering the subtle changes in the way some people treat her. Shan Xuan still feels unhappy. But it's not like getting along with them day and night anyway. So Shan Xuan didn't take it very seriously.

Take out the drawings that you haven't finished before. Shan Xuan lay on the desk. Pinch the brush. But I'm not in the mood to paint. A man stuffy in a room. Even the time I spent with Master every day was just a hurried hello. It's the fifth day now. Still no news of the magic sword. Shan Xuan was a little out of breath.

It's weird to talk to yourself. Remembering the jade bell that Death gave her. I shook it a few times. I was just about to babble a few words. I heard Wen Yuan Zhenren tell her to go to the side hall. Shan Xuan had to put away the bell and the table. Hurry up and walk to the side hall.

Although I haven't been out of the house. But I want to know. There must be guests in the side hall.

Really. Zhangmen, Confucian Sheng and Yan Qing. Plus Master. There are four people in total.

Shan Xuan secretly thought that it should be for the magic sword. I was a little worried. But also bow one by one.

Wen Yuan Zhenren asked her to serve tea. Wait for Shan Xuan to pour good tea. The four of them still didn't speak. Shan Xuan naturally put the teapot down. Step aside.

Just about to sigh. I heard Yan Qing shouting. Shan Xuan."

"Yes." Shan Xuan was taken aback. A bit of an overreaction.

"Magic Sword..."Yan Qing spoke. A flash of red light under the palm. The glow of the magic sword lingers. Glamorous.

Shan Xuan looked at the magic sword. The intuition is breathtaking. You can't find a better sword than it. Wait for Yan Qing to send the magic sword to Shan Xuan. Shan Xuan timidly grasped the magic sword. Be... Give it to me."

I don't know who this sentence is asking. Even if the master is willing to give the magic sword to himself. But the magic sword is not Master's after all. He didn't say it alone. But if none of you are against it. Then no one can say anything against it.

"If you like. Just use it." Wen Yuan is really humane.

"Thank you, Master." Although Shan Xuan tried her best to restrain herself. But the joy is still beyond words. Finally. Remembering that there are others here. Converged a bit." Thank you, Yan Qing, the master, and the Confucian saint."

Yan Qing smiled slightly. This sword is perfect for you. It must be used to punish evil and promote good."

"Shan Xuan understands." Shan Xuan agreed. This is really the simplest requirement.

The four of them looked at Shan Xuan. Shan Xuan looked at the magic sword.

Although Shan Xuan didn't know what the master had told them to resist the pressure. None of them are against it now. But to get such a good sword. Especially now that you really hold the magic sword in your hand. Shan Xuan had the idea of fulfilling a wish.

It's as if this magic sword was originally made for her. Just wait for her to claim it.

"I'll go back first." The head of the house offered his farewell. As soon as he said go. Naturally, the Confucian saints are also leaving.

Yan Qing is left. Because of the Purifying Magic Sword. I'm a little tired in the morning. He also offered his farewell. In the end, only Shan Xuan and Wen Yuan Zhenren were left staring at each other.

Only then was Shan Xuan able to swing the magic sword twice. Try the feel. More and more, I feel that she and the magic sword simply complement each other.

"It's mine. Is it true. Master."

Wen Yuan Zhenren looked at Shan Xuan and smiled brightly. The frown never stretched.