Chapter 41

If such a thing really happened, how could it be hidden, it would definitely be known to everyone.

Mochin was clear, reasonable, and calm, and after seeing everyone's reactions, he said, "Then I'm very strange, where did Mr. find out. ”

"As far as I know, the disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect will make a demon oath when they enter the sect, and they must not spread the news of the sect without authorization, otherwise it will breed demons."

"It's not easy to cultivate, and it's even more rare for a gifted cultivator, so who would risk breeding demons to tell you these so-called 'facts'?"

The storyteller was stunned for a moment when asked, and then found a reason to refute: "If there is not a ghost, why would you let your disciples make such a demonic oath?" ”

Now, no one responded to the storyteller's words.

There are quite a few cultivators here. They also all knew that not only the Heavenly Sword Sect, but also other sects would also let them make a demon oath when the new disciples entered.

Just because ......

"Sir doesn't know, yes, it's been so many years since that catastrophe, people are forgetful, and they may have forgotten it a long time ago."

Someone below was giving science to people who didn't know what that catastrophe was, and the storyteller listened to it, and his face turned pale.

Back then, the chief disciple of a certain major sect fell in love with an ordinary woman and married her privately, and both of them even had children.

The disciple had no reservations about his wife's inquiry.

However, later, the sect was destroyed in one fell swoop.

It turned out that the woman was actually a demon cultivator.

It was also at that time that there was a major reshuffle in the cultivation realm, the number of monks decreased sharply, and the demon cultivation momentum was great.

It took a long time to recover.

So the major sects later had such a demon oath.

However, only the monks of the major sects knew about such a thing.

At this moment, the storyteller was really flustered.

The man had not told him these things before he told him these things.

It is estimated that he didn't expect that there would be a Mochin in the middle.

Hearing this, Rong Qi didn't want to listen anymore, and slipped away while there was chaos.

And when Rong Qi's master and apprentice were listening to the storyteller's storyteller below, Ye Ran's room ushered in an uninvited guest.

The man was shrouded in black robes, and his voice was hoarse and dry: "Have you thought about it?" ”

Ye Ran stood at the farthest place from him, looking at the figure of the man who still couldn't see his true face, the fist on Ye Ran's side clenched, and he made up his mind and said, "I've decided." ”

There were a few expected laughter from under the black robe: "Then I'll wait for your good news." ”

Silence returned to the room, and the black-robed man disappeared eerily as he had appeared.

Ye Ran sat on the stool like a detachment, thinking of what he had promised just now and what he was about to do, he lowered his head a little dejectedly.

Why did he become like this, obviously he felt that it shouldn't be like this, his life shouldn't be like this, and Master Qingchen and Mo Qin shouldn't be like this.

But what exactly should it be, what should his life be like?

When Rong Qi went upstairs, Ye Ran had already adjusted his mood.

"Master, the disciple is here to bid you farewell."

Mo Qin also heard what Ye Ran said, he made a move, came to the door, and heard Rong Qi open the door through the door: "Have a good trip." ”