Out of the Lingzhi Hall, it is the scorching sun shining in the sky.

Cheng Zhaozhao stretched out his hand to block the sunlight, feeling that some light was like a world away.

Obviously, it was still a cold winter before going to the small secret realm, why is the temperature so high now?

"Zhaozhao, why don't you wait for me. Chang Le ran out from behind.

"You're going with me, too?"

"I..."

Before Chang Le finished speaking, a figure flashed past her, and the next moment, a big umbrella was covering Cheng Zhaozhao's head.

"Senior Sister Cheng is a female cultivator, how can she be so uncaring for herself?"

Chang Le stopped, not knowing whether to step forward or not.

"You go back, I'll send Senior Sister Zhaozhao over. Zhao Yuanlang said and turned around and said, "Senior sister, please." ”

Chang Le was finally defeated by Zhao Yuanlang's eyes, turned around and left in a hurry.

I have to say that Zhao Yuanlang's spirit umbrella exudes a cold air, and he instantly loses his dryness when he stands underneath.

Cheng Zhaozhao turned around and descended the stone steps.

Walking all the way, I soon saw the location of the Hall of Discipline.

Zhao Yuanlang has been following Cheng Zhaozhao's pace like a shadow, and said: "When I entered the small secret realm, I didn't have the opportunity to enter that cave with you, otherwise I wouldn't have let Senior Sister Zhaozhao suffer this big crime." ”

Cheng Zhaozhao shook his head: "Even if you were there at the time, you will still come." ”

She didn't think that Wen Ci's remnant soul was something that Zhao Yuanlang could resist.

Zhao Yuanlang nodded sideways and said: "But fortunately, Senior Sister Cheng was only frightened this time, although it took a long time, she finally woke up safe and sound." ”

"How long did it take?"

Cheng Zhaozhao paused, thinking that the last time she seemed to have had a long dream, it was already half a moon when she woke up.

This time, should it be?

Zhao Yuanlang said: "Senior sister still doesn't know, you have returned from the last little secret realm, and it has been ......."

Cheng Zhaozhao was still waiting for him to continue, but he didn't want him to see a monk on the stone steps of the Discipline Hall and smiled: "Senior Sister Zhaozhao, it seems that we have to talk next time." ”

Outside the Discipline Hall, a Qingjun monk was looking at them, it was Shen Yixuan of the Discipline Hall.

Cheng Zhaozhao hurriedly stepped forward and saluted, "Uncle Shen." ”

"Go inside, the first seat is waiting for you. ”

Shen Yixuan didn't look at him, but glanced at Zhao Yuanlang, who was standing not far away and didn't come closer, and turned around and entered the Discipline Hall.

The precept hall was very empty, Cheng Zhaozhao stepped on the flooded ink marble, and the footsteps were very crisp.

At the top of the precept hall was Lei Shouza, who leaned on the spacious Taishi chair with his eyes closed and his head propped up, like a sleeping lion, snoring loudly.

In addition to him, there were five high-ranking monks sitting at the lower head.

They were all drinking tea by themselves, and there was no idle talk.

Among them, Cheng Zhaozhao only knew the Qi deacon of the Sky Pavilion.

As soon as Cheng Zhaozhao came, they all looked over in unison, looking at her sad or suspicious, and so on.

"Junior, Cheng Zhaozhao. I have seen Lei Shouza, Deacon Qi and all the seniors. Cheng Zhaozhao came to the center of the hall and saluted.

Shen Yixuan came to the main hall and said, "First seat, Cheng Zhaozhao is here." ”

Lei Shouzuo was suddenly awakened, suddenly opened his tiger eyes, and saw that Cheng Zhaozhao was a little surprised, and quickly calmed down.

Clearing his throat, Lei Shouzao said: "I heard that on that day, it was Wen Ci's remnant soul who entered your sea of knowledge. ”

"Yes. It's a gentle senior. ”

"Do you know who she is?"

Cheng Zhaozhao shook his head: "I only know that the predecessor of Wen Ci is the senior in the door who disappeared a hundred years ago. ”

Lei Shouzao introduced: "Senior Sister Wen Ci is also an elite disciple in the upper door, from the outer gate all the way to the foundation, at the age of twenty-five, sixty golden pills, to the Yuan infant is not yet two hundred years old, at a young age to become the ancestor of their Xie clan. It can be regarded as a diligent and enterprising female cultivator in the door. ”

"Lei Shouza has also seen her?"

Lei Yue said: "A sect, where will I never see it." It's just that she's withdrawn, except for the relationship with that... cough, there are few monks who interact with her, and she is considered to be safe and quiet in the sect, and she is not eye-catching.

I don't know when she was lost, these old guys have some dealings with her, and they have all gone out to look for her. The sect also sent a mission, but it was ......"

"Unexpectedly, Uncle Wen Ci actually fell. A Jindan monk shook his head with some regret.

Cheng Zhaozhao sighed, this gentle sword master seems to be extremely unsociable, except for Jun Xin, no one takes her to heart, so that no one knows about her after being missing for many years.

"Wen Ci, entering your sea of knowledge, but is it for the sake of taking away?" asked Lei Yue.

Cheng Zhaozhao shook his head: "No." ”

"Not for the sake of giving up?" Lei Yue was a little skeptical.

"I just spoke a few words to my disciples. ”

Cheng Zhaozhao shook his head and said, "The remnant soul of Wen Ci's predecessor is very weak, even if he thinks about it, he can't do it. ”

"This thunder head can rest assured, I was her protector at that time, and the remnant soul dissipated from her body in just a moment. Deacon Qi said.

"What did Wen Ci say to you?" said a middle-aged monk beside Deacon Qi.

"Who is this senior?" asked Cheng Zhaozhao.

Deacon Qi said, "You just have to tell the truth. ”

Cheng Zhaozhao was silent and glanced at the monks present.

Lei Shouzuo said: "Don't worry, let you come today, it's just that these old guys are Wen Ci's old friends, and they want to know if Wen Ci has a last word to explain?"

Cheng Zhaozhao thought for a while and said, "She just told the juniors that she had a friend named Jun Xin. ”

As soon as the words came out, the precept hall was silent for a while, and the monks present all looked a little strange, but she couldn't understand it.

"What else?" Lei Yue continued.

"Also, she said that she was killed by a Suiyang sect monk surnamed Duan..."

And this surname Duan is not only the monk who harmed Wen Ci Jianjun, but also the culprit who made Jun Xin what he is now.

No, Lei Yue, who was on top, suddenly shouted: "Nonsense!"

A coercion immediately hit his face, and Cheng Zhaozhao only felt that his knees were weak and he almost fell to his knees.

Cheng Zhaozhao never expected him to react like this.

Puzzled: "Lei Shouza, these are all told to me by Wen Ci's seniors. ”

Hearing this, as soon as the coercion of the head was retracted, Cheng Zhaozhao's body suddenly lightened.

Lei Yue said: "Other than that, what else did she say?"

Cheng Zhaozhao shook his head and said: "When a monk falls, there are no more than two kinds of last words, one is reluctance, and the other is revenge. Both of these have been explained by Wen Ci's predecessors. ”

"Is there a lie?"

"It's true. Cheng Zhaozhao said.

"Good. Lei Shouzuo nodded, and then said: "We know about this matter, you can go back." ”

That's it?

Cheng Zhaozhao still has many questions to ask, but it can be seen that the reaction of these seniors still did not ask, and he saluted and turned around.

"Wait!" said Deacon Qi.