The Immortal Lord of Nanqing didn't think much about it, and asked Lin Yan to come and take a hand to settle this Mr. Moyi, Lin Yan came over, grabbed Mr. Moyi's wrist, and wanted to pull him to the side of the couch, but the moment Lin Yan just touched Mr. Moyi, there was a sudden electric shock-like ** sensation from his fingertips, and the whole body changed, Lin Yan's chest tightened, and he released the hand that was holding Mr. Moyi's wrist, and then bent over and covered his chest, looking very uncomfortable.

"Lin Yan? What's wrong? "The Immortal Lord of the Southern Qing Dynasty pushed people to the Immortal Lord of Yanyi, and then his own past Fu Lin Yan.

When Lin Yan raised his head, he looked pale and very weak—how could he have such a big reaction just the moment he touched him?

"I don't know, it's a pain in my chest......"

The Immortal Lord of Nanqing was still not at ease, put two fingers against his forehead, measured it, and didn't notice anything abnormal, but he still felt that something was wrong, and asked Lin Yan to go back to the dormitory to rest first, saying that he had settled down and Mr. Moyi went over to see him, Lin Yan nodded, then covered his chest, and staggered back to the dormitory.

When the Nanqing Immortal Lord pushed open the door, he found that Lin Yan had fallen asleep on the bed, without a quilt, and in the days of the wax moon in the depths of winter, he was so cold that he curled up there, and he hugged himself to sleep, but he didn't remember to add a quilt to himself before going to bed. Lin Yan's face was still pale, the Immortal Lord of Nanqing looked at him, sighed, stepped forward, took off his boots, and then added two quilts to him, Lin Yan's feet were cold, Nanqing casually turned into a stove and put it at his feet, these days, following them to the heavenly realm in the world, when there is nothing to do, I have to stay in the library to check the historical classics, I must be tired. Nanqing looked at him sleeping deeply, and in a trance, it seemed that he saw him when he was a child again, tired of playing, he didn't change his clothes, he didn't take off his shoes, he didn't take a bath, he didn't need to eat, he fell on the bed, and he said that he would sleep.

The Nanqing Immortal Lord put two fingers against his forehead, originally wanting to see if he was still not feeling well, but for some reason, as soon as his hand touched his forehead, Lin Yan's memory began to slowly appear in front of the Nanqing Immortal Lord-Wangmo Immortal Gate was originally an all-powerful Immortal Gate, and it was not too strange to be able to use the unique immortal technique of a vain Immortal Sect at will. When the Nanqing Immortal Lord's hand was put up, he had no intention of seeing anything, maybe it was just a young man who was unconscious in his dream, and he wanted others to know what he was thinking in his heart, so he would show him his dream as soon as the Nanqing Immortal Lord's hand was put up.

In the picture in front of Nanqing, a mountain and a piece of water first appeared, looking at the scene, the memory of the immortal lord of Nanqing suddenly began to be active in his mind, and he remembered that this was probably Jiangyaozhuang, the jurisdiction of Qichuan Xianmen. The Immortal Lord of the Southern Qing Dynasty still remembers this Jiang Yaozhuang, if there is no matter of the Blue Blood Clan, it is also a place with very beautiful scenery, red ghost flowers bloom everywhere, just like the vain fairy gate in the flower season, the flowers everywhere compete to open, and the scene is very lively. The flowers and trees here are still the same as before, and it seems that at this time, the dispute between the blue blood clan has not yet begun.

The picture suddenly changed at this time, and then appeared in the school field of Qichuan Xianmen, thousands of immortal cultivators wearing red military uniforms, holding their own fairy swords in their hands, learning swordsmanship with the general on the stage.

"Chunnan, well done. You come up. ”

Then the young man in front of him put away his sword and walked up with some pride and joy.

The young man named "Chunnan" stood still on the platform, and then turned around, the Nanqing Immortal Lord stood in a position, far away from the platform, and he couldn't see clearly, and he couldn't cast spells in his dreams, so he could only struggle to see, and after a long time, he slowly saw clearly, the original person's appearance was exactly the same as that of Mr. Su Muliang. The Immortal Lord of the Southern Qing Dynasty trembled in Lin Yan's illusion, and he didn't know if the person he saw was just similar to Mr. Su, or if it was Mr. Su himself. Chunnan stood on the platform, bowed to the crowd below, or envious, contemptuous, or disdainful, and then began to dance the sword, the young man was full of spirit, between every movement, you can see his confidence and pride, how high-spirited the young man was at that time.

As soon as the picture turned, I came to the assessment meeting of Qichuan Xianmen again.

The assessment meeting of Qichuan Xianmen is generally divided into two categories, one is to assess the swordsmanship of the disciples, and the other is to assess the spiritual power of the disciples. In the picture, it is the scene of the second type of assessment, the disciples take turns to cast spells on a fairy sword, the standard of assessment is, who uses spiritual power to drive the sword spirit of the fairy sword more, whose spiritual power is more powerful, in the picture, it is the boy named Chunnan, he confidently stood in front of the fairy sword, and then began to recite the spell silently, casting spells on the fairy sword, everyone can see, the sword body of the fairy sword is beating slowly, and then in the end, the fairy sword jumped out of the lock spirit nunnery that originally blocked it, and instantly flashed red light, stabbing people can't open their eyes, Some of the little disciples whose spiritual power was too low even vomited blood because of this spiritual power. From this point of view, this Chunnan is really unusual, whether it is swordsmanship or cultivation of spiritual power, not only in Qichuan Xianmen, I am afraid that in this nine immortal sect families, they can be ranked by name.

The picture turned again, and what appeared in front of him in an instant was a strange corpse, covered in blood, lying in a pool of blood, his eyes widened, obviously dead, Nan Qing turned his head, and then saw Chun Nan kneeling there, crying aggrieved and helpless, in front of him, there were those elders of the fairy gate who stood with an indifferent face, looking at Chun Nan's eyes, as if he was looking at a prisoner.

"Zixiao Immortal is as kind to you as a mountain, take you back to Jiangyaozhuang, teach you to practice sword cultivation and immortality, treat you as your own, I didn't expect that you, a black-hearted villain, actually killed him for a trivial matter?"

"The immortal also said that the immortal lord of Zixiao is as kind to me as a mountain, Chunnan will naturally remember his kindness, how could he kill him?"

"The ladies and scholars here, one or two, but they look really good, do you want to exonerate yourself? Why? ”

"Ping Chunnan really hasn't done it!"

"For the sake of the Rulership, you did it!"

"I didn't! Chunnan has never done it! ”

The immortal who accused Chunnan waved his hand, and then two guards came up, carrying Chunnan down, no matter how Chunnan cried, how to argue, how unwilling, the immortal lord didn't look at him squarely, so he let Chunnan be dragged down with injustice.

The person who wants to frame him is probably designed everything, one ring after another, the Zixiao immortal is dead, and then there will be other crimes swarming, added to Chunnan's head, and then all the charges are added together, Chunnan's final fate is the top punishment of the fairy world Kyushu - jumping off the stage, being punished by immortals, taking away immortals, becoming mortals, and suffering all the suffering in the world. From the moment the young man was about to leave the stage and fall, the Immortal Lord of Nanqing would never forget that look, what kind of despair it was, and what kind of hatred it had.

The dream was shattered in an instant, and the Nanqing Immortal Lord opened his eyes suddenly, and then saw that the reason for the collapse of the dream turned out to be that Lin Yan had woken up, blinking, and looking at the Nanqing Immortal Lord.

"I see."