I felt the somewhat ambiguous emotions of the two.

Yang Pan'er rolled her eyes and quietly twisted it behind Shen Yu.

The latter was breezy and didn't seem to be aware of it, but just said, "Yaochi and Xizhou are tens of thousands of miles apart, you came here to subdue demons and eliminate demons?"

This is clearly insincere.

He Pianpian's beautiful eyes stared at each other tightly, and said directly, "I'm not here to subdue demons and eliminate demons, I'm here to escape from marriage."

"Escape from marriage!" Yang Paner exclaimed.

"Yes." He Pianpian said with certainty.

Yang Pan'er's face was full of disbelief, and she asked in a low voice, "You are the Holy Maiden of Yaochi, and someone else is forced to marry?"

"That Holy Lord has given her marriage to Kunlun Wanjian since she was a child." Shen Yu suddenly interjected.

He Pianpian looked calm.

Yang Pan'er opened her mouth wide and looked at her blankly.

This news is even more shocking than the previous sermon of Master Yan.

In the marriage of two holy places, one of the parties actually chose to escape the marriage.

If this is spread to the spiritual wilderness, what kind of waves will surge?

But obviously, He Pianpian didn't care, and said softly, "Others won't help me, so I came to you."

Shen Yu sighed and said, "Looking for me to accompany you in acting?"

He Pianpian nodded, and said quietly, "If the people in the Spirit Desolation know that you are my Dao Companion, no one will force me to marry Wan Jianyi as a Dao Couple."

Hearing this, Yang Paner's expression was already sluggish, and her little head couldn't turn around.

There is no such thing.

As soon as they met, they asked Shen Yu to be his Taoist companion.

And this kind of domineering thing.

So what does she do?

Yang Paner said loudly, "I don't agree."

The words fell.

The eyes of the three people in the audience fell on her together, some were puzzled, some were playful, and some were thoughtful.

First, He Pianpian kept looking.

And then there was Zhao Ji.

As for Shen Yu, it was breezy from beginning to end, as if this earth-shattering conversation had nothing to do with him.

After a long time, Zhao Ji said softly, "Mr. Shen and He Xianzilang are talented and beautiful, where is your turn to object."

Her tone was sincere.

Shen Yu is the pride of the Daoist Sect and the first person of the younger generation.

He Pianpian is the saint of Yaochi, the most peerless woman in the world.

Identity, status, and talent, the entire spiritual wilderness, there is no one more suitable than them.

It's just that Yang Pan'er didn't think so, and struggled and said, "Anyway, you can't become Taoist couples, so it's unfair to Wan Jianyi."

He Pianpian thought about it and said seriously: "Things in this world are not fair, everyone has thought that I have been a childhood sweetheart with him since I was a child, have a good physique, and are a natural Taoist couple, but who knows, I don't like him, and he doesn't like me."

Yang Pan'er blinked her eyes and asked, "Then why does the Holy Lord still want you to become Daoists?"

He Pianpian sighed, "Kunlun Yaochi has been a Taoist inheritance since ancient times, and every generation of saints and sons is a Taoist companion, because this is a very important exercise related to the Daomen."

Yang Pan'er sighed, feeling that things were a little tricky, and with her own ability, she didn't seem to be able to deal with it.

So she looked at Shen Yu again.

The latter shook his head and said with a smile: "You can find Li Yi, or Zuo Tai'a, it's really not good, and Xi Jiu of Liubo Mountain can barely do it."

He Pianpian glared at him and said, "Do you think the Holy Lord will believe it?"

Shen Yu was silent.

Things in the world are never for no reason, when Shen Yu fought against Nightmare in Yaochi that day, the Holy Lord was in front of him, and he saw Shen Yu sacrifice his life to rescue He Pianpian from the great array.

Only oneself is logical, and the Holy Lord will not doubt it.

It's just not a very simple thing.

He Pianpian is the saint of Yaochi and the saint of Kunlun

Zi Tianding's Taoist companion, if he agrees to this request, he will face a lot of trouble.

And Shen Yu is a person who is afraid of trouble.

Wan Jian came straight to the door in a moment, although Shen Yu knew that there was no feeling between him and He Pianpian, but he was the Holy Son of Kunlun, so he had to move.

Then, countless geniuses who love the Holy Maiden of Yaochi will come one after another.

And most importantly, Shen Yu had never thought of doing such a thing.

This journey is to go to Qianliu City, then enter the East China Sea, and finally go to the Dragon Palace in the Wufu Sea.

If you bring He Pianpian with you, there will be a lot of variables in things.

For a while, the room became very quiet.

Everyone has a different mind.

In the end, Shen Yu didn't speak, just raised his horsewhip and flew towards Xiguan City.

And He Pianpian also flew into the carriage in an instant and sat with Yang Paner.

Zhao Ji was dumbfounded, and it took a long time to follow.

Along the way, several people were silent.

There seemed to be an indescribable emotion in the air.

…

Xiguan City.

One of the most important passes in the western border of the Tang Dynasty.

There are mixed fish and dragons, there are Datang iron horses, there are cultivators, there are casual cultivators, and there are businessmen.

At this moment, there are many more scholars from all over the world.

The Master came down and preached a story.

For cultivators in the world, it is an extremely grand event.

In addition to the nine holy lands, there are countless large and small sects in the Spirit Wilderness. Many of them had never been a great cultivator of the Upper Three Realms.

Their spiritual path was also almost cut off.

And preaching, for them, was a great feat of the Holy Land.

It is the compassion and kindness of the academy.

Now there is an invasion of blood sea creatures in Xizhou, and although Zhongzhou is calm, there have been many evil cultivators and demon cultivators over the years, and many people have even seen the demon clan of Nanban occasionally cross Nanhe City.

This kind of stormy scene is coming, and countless people can't wait to improve themselves.

As a master of Zhongzhou Academy, a big man in the realm of sages, he can preach in a small city like Xiguan.

For many nearby sects, it was tantamount to a big thing.

Even the Tang Dynasty guards who were guarding here welcomed Master Yan into the mansion with great respect.

At the same time, a high platform was erected in the middle of the city to prepare for the sermon.

There is one day left until the day of the sermon.

Inside the General's Palace.

Yan Shigu held the scroll in his hand, looking at the night sky, and wandered outside.

A wisp of aura emanated from his body, and then echoed with the extremely dazzling stars in the sky.

It's just a moment of starlight.

That mighty qi suddenly shuddered, and then the entire heaven and earth fell into chaos.

Burst.

A stream of red blood spurted out of his mouth, staining the scroll in his hand red.

Long.

Yan Shigu calmed the pain in his heart, and muttered: "I never thought that you were a demon body, even if you were a demon body, so what, the dean said that in the world's cultivation, there is never a distinction between demons and demons, and the avenue is forward, all of them are pioneers, and only those ordinary people regard you as a demon."

"You have never done anything to hurt heaven and reason, why do people in the world say that you are a demon."

"Mu'er hates me to the core, and he doesn't even want to listen to my explanations, but you know, how can a father hurt her."

"This time I came to the west, I didn't come here to survive, but to die, I owe you too much, I owe too much to the curtain, and the matter ends with me."

Under the dim light, Yan Shigu's face was pale, and his breath was scattered in disorder, and the whole person fell into a struggle.

…

A dilapidated hut in Xiguancheng.

The woman in red lay on the bed, her eyes fixed on the roof.

The crimson sword was placed close to his waist.

The third-ranked killer in the Land of a Thousand Rivers.

The woman known as the curtain girl had an unprecedented look of memory on her face at this moment.

The appearance of her mother when she was dying made her unforgettable.

Although someone told him that his mother was the daughter of the demon clan, what about the daughter of the demon clan.

Isn't it worthy to live in this world, not worthy to live in Middle-earth, not worthy to live in the imperial capital?

Those who are sanctimonious, what they do is crueler than the devil.

The whole world praised them as saints.

She's going to kill.

Kill all the gentlemen of the world.

Even if he is connected to his own blood.

…

A mansion not far from the dilapidated house.

A tall middle-aged man stood in the pavilion with his hands in his hands.

Looking at the unstable starlight in the sky, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, and a smile appeared on his face.

This former academy outcast, now the Heavenly Cao Commander, looked a little playful at this moment, and opened his mouth towards another darkness.

"Interesting, Senior Brother Yan is finally willing to get out of that cage and come to the world to meet his demons, it seems that the old master of the academy is not old-fashioned."

In the darkness, a floating voice sounded: "If one Lu Wenyu dies, there will be one less seventy-two sages in the academy, and there is a gap in the great array that maintains the middle earth, and it is impossible for him Wen Ruohai to cultivate in the academy in peace."

The conversation between the two is about the whole world.

Obviously, the owner of the voice in the darkness must not be low.

And Li Qinglian knows the secrets of the academy and Zhongzhou, and now she is still the angel of Qianchuan, the most powerful organization in charge of the spiritual wilderness.

What he wanted to do, it was big.

After that voice fell, Li Qinglian shook her head slightly, and said softly: "Everyone in the world thinks that there are only seventy-two sages in the academy, but who knows, Yan Shigu stepped into the realm of sages ten years ago, and is the seventy-third sage in this world, Lu Wenyu died, he is the seventy-second, and that big array still can't be shaken."

"So, you let her daughter come out and lure him out of the imperial capital, and you want to kill him here." A hoarse voice came from the other direction.

Li Qinglian turned a blind eye to this, and said calmly, "If you want to kill a sage, the realm of Yan Mu is not enough."

"And you're going to do it?"

"Lu Wenyu sacrificed his life to take righteousness, he Yan Shigu also has his own way, martyrdom and death is the destination of a sage."

"Martyrdom....? Confucian cultivation is the cultivation of the mind, for heaven and earth, for the people, for the sake of sanctification, and after tomorrow, you must either become holy or die."

"No, he's just going to die."

As Li Qinglian's voice fell, the entire courtyard fell silent, and there was no movement at all.

After a long time, Li Qinglian exhaled.

That kind of gloomy death aura was a little unbearable even for a powerhouse of his realm.

In the land of thousands of rivers, there are still powerhouses in such a realm.

Li Qinglian looked indifferently into the distance, her expression uncertain.