The murderous Heaven Destroying Pavilion, the unguardable traitors in the Immortal Court, and the Xuanyao clan who hate her to the bone, add up to death!

The question is, what did the priest do with her?

Aren't knives all used in the most dangerous places?

Shuhua cautiously probed: "Please show me the way." ”

Ling Ze said slowly: "There is another way, you enter the Inspectorate and help me supervise discipline." With you, I believe that the atmosphere in the temple will improve quickly. ”

The Inspectorate is safe, well-paid, prestigious, has power in his hands, and can often show his face in front of his superiors, which is a good errand that countless monks desperately want to strive for, but only the immortals of the Shangqing Realm can enter.

Shuhua was in a frenzy, and quickly calmed down.

With the throne of the fierce god, the number of cases will definitely plummet, and if you want to accumulate credit, it will be difficult to get the establishment.

Moreover, she has no relatives and no reason with the Si Seat, and it will not be easy to choose the Inspector Division, and she will inevitably spend a lot of time and energy fighting with that group of immortals, which is not conducive to cultivation.

She doesn't want to be just a supernumerary forever, she must become a god and live forever!

Shuhua made a decision in an instant, and said impassionedly: "The seat saved me from fire and water, how can I be greedy for life and afraid of death, and hide in the temple and not go out?" I also ask the priest to give me a few more powerful and capable colleagues to be my companions, and I will definitely live up to the expectations of the priest! ”

With a crisp sound of "pop", Ling Ze's brows furrowed, and the crystal in his hand shattered into powder, and the rich aura dispersed.

What a waste! Shuhua didn't care to think about why he was angry, and quickly posed to absorb the aura, while not forgetting to observe closely, preparing to run away if something was wrong.

However, the imaginary unhappiness, impatience, ridicule, and scolding did not happen.

Ling Ze just stood there quietly, silently watching her absorb the aura.

Shuhua vaguely felt that this person was sad, tired, and helpless, but she didn't care about this kind of nosy at all, after all, nothing was important to improve her own cultivation.

After the three turns of the aura circulation, Shuhua opened his eyes and was very worried: "Si Zuo, I'm sorry, my subordinates seem to be about to break through the realm and upgrade, can I borrow the treasure land?" ”

From the primordial infant to the god, since then stepping into the middle-level monk, the difficulty of crossing the tribulation has doubled, and it is necessary to ensure safety and quiet, if there is help, it is better.

The Morning Twilight Cliff is really suitable, after all, no one dares to break in.

As for helping or something, she didn't care, anyway, she carried it alone every time.

Lingze silently made a "please" gesture.

The path of cultivation is long and obstructive, and the breakthrough of spiritual power and the state of mind are indispensable.

Shuhua stumbled into a brilliant glow.

The slender and tall man sat in front of the window with his back to her and stroked the piano, the fragrance of flowers was intoxicating, and the evening breeze was slightly drunk, blowing gently the strands of broken hair scattered on his sideburns.

Her mood went up and down with the strand of broken hair, and finally she couldn't help but reach out and want to help him reach behind his ear.

was still a foot away, and he could hear him scolding in a deep voice: "Presumptuous! ”

She lowered her head and withdrew her hand, hid her tears, raised her head again, and smiled seriously: "Isn't Shenjun hateless and loveless?" Why do you mind being taken care of by the attendants? Is it just because I'm a woman? ”

The man stood up and walked away.

She stood silently for a long time, stepped forward and carefully wiped the guqin, ready to put it in the box.

The ancient artifact radiated a brilliant light, and her delicate fingertips touched the body of the instrument, and her tears fell down with it.

She panicked and was busy wiping away her tears, but saw a small spring flower blooming in the mist.

Delicate and brilliant, golden and dazzling.

The artifact has the same heart as its owner, and it is flowers that bloom and nothing else, does this mean that he doesn't actually hate her?

She burst into tears and laughed, and happily pursued its owner with the lyre, but could not find where he was.

She walked among the tall and splendid palaces in the silver moonlight, and was as happy as a bird.

But when he saw the dark clouds covering the moon, someone shouted loudly: "It's her!" There she is! Get her! Catch this uneducated, unruly, and shameless! ”

"You have lost the face of human cultivation and disgraced the mountain and sea world!"

"That's the Divine Monarch, high up, dedicating yourself to the safety of the Three Realms, as the head of the acolyte, instead of serving and assisting him wholeheartedly, you have crooked thoughts to seduce him, how dare you!"

"That's what your parents and elders taught? Do you know how to pronounce and write the word Zhenjing? ”

"Get out of the Upper Clear! You're not welcome here! ”

"Get out of the mountains and seas! Why are you so embarrassed to come back? What is the star of the mountain and sea realm, the shame of the mountain and sea realm is almost the same! ”

Shuhua is both sad and ashamed, desperate and unconvinced.

Is it wrong to fall in love with someone?

The man and the woman are not married, and she has not stepped in as a third party, nor has she stripped off her clothes and drugged to seduce each other, or made any excessive and immoral acts, let alone delay her business.

Is it just because he is a god that she is a low-level person who cultivates? So it is destined that her love is high, unworthy, delusional, and shameless?

"Do you still fantasize that he likes you, but you have been a god for many years, and you are used to it, so you are embarrassed to say it?"

"No, he has always been gentle and polite, and his love is ruthless, and a trivial matter like you is not worth his attention, and he will not speak ill of it."

"Don't wait, he won't come. You are not the only excellent attendant, everyone else knows the rules better than you, is more selfless, and without you, he is more comfortable. ”

She finally gave up waiting.

She stood alone in the dark and desolate underworld, walking alone.

Her wishful thinking is the joke of the Three Realms, ridicule and contempt, endless.

She didn't dare to show her true face, didn't dare to speak, didn't dare to reveal her identity, even if she was chased and hunted by the big demon, and was on the verge of death several times, she didn't dare to seek medical treatment, but just endured it silently, curled up alone in a small and dark cave to recuperate.

Morning and night, spring, summer, autumn and winter, the snow falls silently.

She was lying alone on a damp and rotten mattress, with injuries all over her body, her head full of gray hair, and her face withered.

"It's been three hundred years, he still hasn't come, he has never inquired about you, you have never been in his eyes, everything is your wishful thinking."

"You're a failure, what are you doing alive? The original pride of the heavens, a genius of cultivation, was about to soar to become an immortal, but he fell to the point where his cultivation was completely ruined and he was riddled with injuries and diseases, and you suffered by yourself. ”

"You are old and ugly, poor and frustrated, stupid and stupid, like a beggar, why are you embarrassed to show your face when you see you again?"

"It's too hard to live, it's better to die like this, anyway, no one in this world loves you, and no one cares about you, you are the most humble ant......"

Shuhua became more and more desperate, and his breath became weaker and weaker.