Bustling crowds surged on this bustling long street. Pedestrians walked lightly and leisurely, discussing something from time to time and giggling from time to time. A few naughty children are playing and chasing each other, weaving through the pedestrians. The roadside vendors are constantly shouting and soliciting customers, as if they never know tiredness. In the blacksmith shop not far away, several big men were clanging and beating, although the sun was no longer scorching in the air, they were still sweating. From time to time, there was the sound of things breaking in the restaurant, and it should be that another drunkard had drunk too much.

Ji Ping stood on this long street for a long time, letting the pedestrians around him pass by, but he always looked intently ahead, as if thinking about something, and his body did not move for half a minute for a long time. Wu Jianren, who had been following behind, was no longer visible at the moment, and it was estimated that he had gone to the restaurant next to him to drink.

Ji Ping's heart is struggling in pain, it is the constant alternation of ice and fire, the constant confrontation between conscience and life. I don't know what to do. There are only two paths in front of you, the first is to leave here forever as if nothing happened here. Go to Tianji Mountain, bury Ji Yunfei and go to the end of the world. But Ji Ping painfully found that he couldn't do it at all, and there was a voice in his heart that kept reminding him that the beginning of all these disasters was caused by accidental injury, and the pain caused by this disaster should not be borne by others. The second way is to prevent Xing Ye from finding the soul of the Yin. However, this road is the road of nine deaths and one life. Although he didn't care about life and death, how could he be willing to die when he thought of the high priest's dying eyes and the fact that his promise to the man who had been dead for thousands of years had not been fulfilled? Which is more important in the face of morality and life?

Time passed like this, minute by minute, it was almost evening, and Ji Ping still didn't think of an answer to both. At some point, the sun was no longer shining in the sky, and thick clouds covered the land, and the dark and dense clouds pressed very low, as if they were going to collapse the entire city. Tourists on the street also hurried back to see this weather.

Suddenly, a bright bolt of lightning pierced the sky, illuminating the already gloomy earth, and then a deafening roar was heard. In a moment, the heavy raindrops, like beads with broken threads, fell to the ground one after another.

The cold rain made Ji Ping sober up, and he subconsciously turned back to find Wu Jianren and found that Wu Jianren was no longer around.

"Silly boy, don't you want to come over?" Wu Jianren sat leisurely in the restaurant and drank wine, and said to Ji Ping on the street

Ji Ping heard the call and walked over quickly. When he walked to the table, he didn't sit down immediately, but took the wine jar and drank it violently, and when he put it down, he coughed again.

"Dao Chief, I don't know anything about it, and I hope the Dao Chief will advise me."

"It's easy to say, it's easy to say, as long as there is wine, it's easy to say" Wu Jianren said with a nonchalant expression

Ji Ping hesitated for a while, but said slowly: "The matter of the torture path started because of me, and the matter has come to this point, but I don't know what to do."

Wu Jianren glanced at Ji Ping incredulously, slowly put away his playful expression, his expression became solemn and serious, like a master who wandered the world, and then pointed to the location of his heart and said: "You have to ask him, whether it is good or evil, just follow your heart." ”

Ji Ping sat down at the table, "If I knew my heart, I wouldn't have bothered the Taoist."

Wu Jianren smiled, stood up and said: "Actually, you already have the answer in your heart, maybe this answer needs to pay a heavy price, but you don't want to admit it, otherwise, you won't be so painful and difficult to choose."

"It's just that with my own modest strength, it's really hard to know whether the master can ......" Before Ji Ping finished speaking, Wu Jianren interrupted: "My Taoist family has never participated in the struggle between the Soul Clan and the Divine Sect, there was this agreement thousands of years ago, and all disciples in the Taoist family must abide by it" After speaking, he sighed, and continued: "Besides, this place is the realm of the Soul Sect, and the Punishment Dao is one of the best masters in the Soul Sect, even if I make a move, I have no chance of winning."

"Do you just watch them do evil?" Ji Ping was a little angry for a while, and said with a red face

Wu Jianren glanced at Ji Ping, shook his head helplessly, and didn't talk just a person who kept drinking.

The rain became heavier and heavier, accompanied by dazzling lightning and rumbling thunder. There is no point in stopping.

Ji Ping was already a little drunk, and he was hunched on the table, but he still kept drinking. On the other hand, Wu Jianren is indeed the same as on weekdays, and he can't see a little drunk.

"Well, after all this, you still have the courage to drink here. His voice was tactful and bright, but it sounded a little resentful.

Ji Ping, who was sleepy-eyed, raised his head, and saw a woman in a purple robe, glaring at him with a thin and angry face, Ji Ping only felt that the voice was a little familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it for a while. Ji Ping grinned and smirked, "Where have you seen the girl?" After speaking, he lowered his head again and fell on the table.

When the woman in purple heard Ji Ping say this, she suddenly became angry, so she raised her voice, and was about to say something, but after looking at the people around her, she lowered her voice again and said to Ji Ping, who had lowered her head, and said to Ji Ping, who had lowered her head: "Lewd thief, you think about it again" Ji Ping heard the word "lewd thief", suddenly sobered up a little, staggered up straight, and carefully looked at the woman in front of her, wearing a purple dress, slender, beautiful complexion, white skin and snow, long hair draped back and gently held with a black ribbon.

"Dance...... Neon ......"

Ji Ping finally recognized the pretty woman in front of him. was a little embarrassed and stammered: "The first few ... Small table... The next time I see you... All... It's with... Black... Black veiled, no... Not... Thinking of you...... You're so pretty" After saying that, I realized that something seemed to be wrong, so I hunched down on the table.

When Wuni heard Ji Ping say this, she smiled even brighter. "You think I'm pretty?"

“...... Be...... It's not ......" Ji Ping didn't know how to answer for a while, and finally had to nod

Wu Jianren on the side couldn't stand it anymore, and interjected: "When I don't exist as a big living person,"

Wu Ni slapped the sword on the table and raised her voice: "What's the matter with you?"

Ji Ping hurriedly took over the words and introduced: "This is a Taoist disciple, Wu Jianren" Wu Ni held back a smile and said: "This name is quite suitable for you" and then said: "Little woman Wu Ni, Ji Ping's senior sister"

Wu Jianren saw that the two were so close, so he chatted a few words and left.