A few roosters sounded outside the hall, and it was thought that a few old hens that the fairy chef was feeding in the kitchen began to report. I glanced out the window at the sky, it seemed to be midday, and it would soon be bright.

I reached out and grabbed the sissy by the sleeve and rushed out of the house, turning back to him as I ran, "All right." At this time, it is superfluous to say anything. Now, let's think about a way to see what we can do to save Senior Sister Liu. ”

"Do you have a solution?"

He didn't struggle, and let me drag him outside the Qingluan Hall by the sleeve of his coat. Unbeknownst to me, the two of us arrived at the Jade Bridge, but Zilian suddenly appeared at the other end of the bridge.

"Master."

I stopped, loosened my sissy sleeve, didn't go any further, lowered my head and called to him with some emptiness.

"Uncle in charge."

The sissy looked a little flustered on her face, slapped her sleeves a few times with both hands, and bowed her head to the master.

"Early in the morning, where do you want to go in such a hurry?"

Zilian frowned slightly, and walked towards us, as if she had some doubts on her face.

"Disciple ......"

The sissy lowered her head, and her face was a little embarrassed: "At noon today, Senior Sister Liuying will be burned at the stake." At this moment, the disciple and the junior brother discussed whether to rush to visit her in the prison. ”

"You don't have to go. She has been taken away by the Shangzun Sect, and now at this time, I think she has been taken to the execution table. Zilian suddenly said such an unexpected sentence.

"Already brought?"

I screamed, "It's only the hour, why did you take her to the execution table so early?" These people are really, they have been in the same door for thousands of years, and they are so ruthless when they attack their own people. There are several hours between the hour and the noon time, and there are several hours in between, why are they so anxious to go to Senior Sister Liu. ”

Zilian frowned slightly, and sighed: "The time for burning at the stake has been set, and it has become a certain number for the wind to be burned at the stake." What is the difference between the earlier hours and the later hours, the result is the same for both. ”

Same, same, where is this the same?

Listening to Zilian's expression, I said angrily: "There are several hours between the hour and the noon. Weishenme can't let her live a few more hours, so anxious to put her to death, those people are still not immortals? ”

"Is it an immortal?"

Zilian looked in the direction of the lotus pond with a misty gaze, and sighed: "It should be like this for immortals, and the safety of the immortal world and the rules of Lingyun Mountain are more important than their own lives. At any time, an immortal must not have the slightest selfishness or sympathy for anything or anyone, if he disregards the rules of the mountain and ignores the safety of the Six Realms and the thousand-year-old foundation of Lingyun Mountain, then he cannot be called an immortal. ”

Although he said this word in the most bland tone, I couldn't help but feel a chill in my heart. I can't have the slightest selfishness or compassion for anything or anyone, so what about me? For me if I have. After he found out that I was a daughter, after he knew that my true identity was not a mortal, but a demon, why didn't he make such a desperate decision as he said now?

With a hint of luck, I glanced back at the sissy who was following behind me, and saw that his face was solemn, as if he was thinking about something, and did not look this way. I paced towards Zilian, and as I squirmed closer, I whispered to him, "What about Master?" Could Master be such an immortal? ”

After speaking, he stared at his face intently, watched him turn his head and look away, and then turned around, lowered his head and said helplessly: "For the teacher?" ”

After saying only these two words, his words paused again.

In the wind, his long eyelashes were trembling slightly, and his lips were slightly opened, as if he had something to say, but he didn't spit out a word after opening his lips for a long time.

I watched him quietly, and when he looked up and saw that the two of them were looking at each other, he looked elsewhere.

"Whether a teacher is or is not something that can be decided by the teacher himself, these things should be decided by others."

"But?"

Listening to his answer was like he didn't give me an answer. I was a little dissatisfied in my heart, and whispered, "Could it be that Master is this kind of immortal or not, Master himself can't decide!" ”

"Hmm!"

He was not displeased, but patiently explained to me: "Everyone has different positions, so their opinions on others are also inconsistent. It's like asking two different people to comment on an immortal general who strictly administers the heavenly punishment. From the point of view of those prisoners who are about to be punished by heaven, that immortal general will definitely be a bad person, but in the eyes of those mortals who have been bullied by criminals, that immortal general will be a good person again. ”

"Uh-huh! What Master said seems to make sense. I nodded and said, "This is like a small fish in the eyes of all beings in the Demon Realm, and a small fish in the eyes of Master." They were afraid of small fish, but Master liked them very much. ”

"Huh...... Do you like you very much? ”

He asked me with a smile, his eyes slightly closed, and a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, which made me feel that I was blaspheming him by saying this sentence.

"It's hard to ...... Doesn't Master like small fish? ”

I buried my head and asked him a little frustrated, "Xiaoyu likes Master so much, how can Master not like Xiaoyu!" ”

"...... for Teachers"

After two words, he became a little hesitant, and did not directly say that he didn't like me, nor did he directly say that he liked me. He lowered his eyes, as if he were struggling.

I stood in front of him expectantly, waiting for his answer, but forgot about the sissy that I was hanging on the other end of the jade bridge.

"Alright, alright, stop saying you like it here."

At such a critical moment, the sissy voice rushed up, interrupting the slightest subtlety that had finally appeared between me and the master.

I turned my head away, glared at him with angry eyes, and was just about to open my mouth to scold him a sentence or two, when there was another sound of hurried small steps outside the temple door.

"Master, master, little uncle, it's not good, it's not good."

A childish scream came from outside the Qingluan Palace, and then appeared in front of him a fat and oily green robe.

Zilian turned her head to look, and when she saw Fan Dudu's anxious expression and an uneasy look, she walked closer to him. I also pulled the sleeves of my sissy blue shirt and pulled him towards the door of the Qingluan Palace.