A layer of mist appeared in front of Mo Kongjing again, and this time she still took a step without any hesitation.

At this time, the Xiaoyao Sect seemed to be in a period of chaos and panic, with figures coming and going in the corridor quickly, and there was no one else in the pavilion, everything seemed so fast and silent.

In the year 5020 of the Immortal Calendar, about 400 years ago, the demons invaded, and it was this unsuspecting immortal cultivation realm that caught the abyss demons off guard.

The injuries and bones can no longer explain the overall situation of the three major organizations led by the Immortal Alliance, and even the five major sects have a number of elite disciples who have fallen in this battle.

"Sect Master, what the hell are we going to do?"

"Sect Master, hurry up and give the order!"

"Sect Master! We really can't hold the Xiaoyao Valley, if we don't retreat, the thousand-year-old foundation of my Xiaoyao Sect will be destroyed in one fell swoop! ”

"Senior brother, retreat, Xiaoyao Valley really can't hold it, the attack of the demons is too fierce, we have lost thousands of elite disciples in this battle alone, if this continues, no one in my Xiaoyao Sect will survive!"

In the Juyi Hall, the former inner and outer sect masters of the Xiaoyao Sect and several people in charge were persuading the grief-stricken Xiaoyao Sect Sect Master Yang Xuzi.

Even the newly appointed Great Elder Fushuang persuaded her senior brother in this way.

And Yang Xuzi, who was the first sect master of the Xiaoyao Sect, was really young at that time, he was unwilling to give up like this, unwilling to retreat like this, and even more unwilling to let the five thousand years of the Xiaoyao Sect's foundation be destroyed in his hands!

He has never been afraid of death, and he is not afraid of any trumped-up charges on his back, he is only afraid that even if he fights to the death with demons here, if the Xiaoyao Sect is really destroyed because of this, how will he face the ancestors and the ancestors under the nine springs?

Is it to bear the charge of abandoning the thousand-year-old inheritance, or to let the remaining disciples fight to the death with him?

A dilemma, no matter which one you choose, you will be guilty of sin

"Senior brother, Fushuang empathizes with you, Xiaoyao Valley is where we grew up, and it is also the hometown that we swear to protect to the death, but senior brother, don't forget, now you are the current sect master of Xiaoyao Sect! Your responsibility is not only to protect our hometown, but also to protect our families! Fushuang's heavy, painful voice made Yang Xuzi finally make up his mind.

He saw that Fushuang's cold eyes were full of sadness, and it was the first time that tears appeared in those cold eyes.

Xiaoyao Valley is indeed the place where he grew up, and it is his hometown that he can't give up, but who here didn't grow up in Xiaoyao Valley? Xiaoyao Valley is not just his hometown!

Everyone here was as heavy as he was.

And he understands more accurately, everyone can't give up their hometown, but they understand better than him the responsibility on their shoulders!

"I understand retreat" Before the last word retreat was spoken, another firm and unquestionable decision-making voice came from outside the Juyi Hall, "Wait, I have a way to retreat from the enemy, but I still hope that the sect master can agree to Yueming's request." ”

The sound from outside the door made everyone look back, only to see Yueming, who was still wearing a bright begonia skirt as she had seen it for the first time, walking with heavy and slow steps.

At that time, no one knew how heavy her steps were, and no one knew what determination she had made in her heart.

Outside the Juyi Hall, looking at the sad faces of the people waiting for a handless, Mo Kongjing sighed lightly and finally stepped in.

She saw that Yue Ming raised her eyebrows at her in some surprise, and then stared at the still young Xiaoyao Sect Sect Leader Yang Xuzi with a heavy look.

"What request?" There seemed to be some premonition in her heart, and when the frowning Xiaoyao Sect Master just wanted to say something, she noticed a trace of determination in her eyes, "Since this is the case, I understand, you can say it." ”

At that time, the sect master of the Xiaoyao Sect motioned for Yue Ming to continue, but Yue Ming knelt straight in front of everyone, she was half kneeling on the ground, but her expression was so arrogant, her dignified and rigorous face was full of pride and confidence.

"This, Yueming, what are you doing?" Before Yang Xuzi was born and asked, Fushuang, who didn't know what he meant, took the lead and wanted to pull the person up.

"Sect Master Yang Xuzi, or Husband" took a deep breath, Yue Ming raised that beautiful and firm face, but the prudence in her tone touched the hearts of everyone in the Juyi Hall.

This is the first time that Yueming has claimed to be his wife, she has been serving as a mother and an excellent disciple of the Xiaoyao Sect for so many years, and this is also the first time that she has called her husband in front of so many people.

Standing in place, Mo Kongjing, whose brain couldn't react at all, stiffened his body, and looked at Yueming who was half-kneeling on the ground in disbelief.

If it is said that Yueming's husband is the Sect Master Yang Xuozi, then doesn't it mean that Yueyi is actually the biological child of Yang Xuzi?

"I'm not begging you, but I want you to fulfill your duties, you know how much you have suffered over the years, I don't expect you to treat my son like me in the future, but I want you to fulfill the duties of a father."

At this time, there was already a scream that resounded through the heavens and the earth in the Xiaoyao Valley, and in the panicked sound, everyone in the Juyi Hall could probably guess that another attack by the demons had begun.

Kneeling dignified and straight, Yueming's eyes only had firmness that could not be ignored, she looked straight at Yang Xuzi's somewhat flustered eyes, and bowed her head deeply with her abrupt head.

"Worship the ancestors of the Xiaoyao Sect, and the disciple Yueming is grateful for the grace of the sect."

With that, she stood up, and then knelt down straight and dignified.

"The second worship of the patriarch Yun Moling, the disciple Yueming lived up to the careful teaching of the patriarch and failed to protect the sect."

With that, she stood up again and stared at the ink painting hanging on the wall behind the chief in the Hall of Justice who was facing the door.

"Three worships to the current sect leader Yang Xuzi, disciple Yue Ming is willing to exchange this body for a moment of peace in the sect."

After that, Yueming no longer made any pauses, and in the shocked eyes of others, she stood up and took steps without hesitation.

Yueming's three prostrations are to worship the person she loves and believes in the most.

Thanks to the nurturing grace of Xiaoyao Valley, I am ashamed of the decision to teach the ancestor carefully and be willing to go to the front line of the battle alone.

"Moonlight!" Finally, when Yueming resolutely took the last step, Yang Xuzi finally chased out.

Yueming and Yang Xuzi don't get along very well, or because of their respective personalities and identities, it's not so much husband and wife, but rather that they get along more like the ordinary relationship between the master of a sect and the elite disciples in the sect.

――Respect each other like guests, probably that's it.

(To be continued.) )