Ran Xi walked to Wen Xianyu's desk with an extremely casual attitude, her green fingers clicked on the pen and ink inkstone, the pen holder fell down, the inkstone slammed down, the ink splashed on the ground, and her eyes fell on the painting with the painting of "Nine Secluded Scenes", Lingsi shot out and tore the painting to pieces, like snowflakes falling to the ground one after another, and the snow-white paper stained the ink on the ground, black.

Wen Xianyu didn't say a word, standing in place without moving.

The relationship between him and Ran Xi is said to be a comrade, and it is more accurate to describe it as a practical master and apprentice, with the love of master and apprentice, the reality of master and apprentice, and the name of master and apprentice.

Ran Xi leaned on the desk, his hands around his arms, his posture was casual, but there was supreme majesty, "In the future, if you don't leave home, you will stay in this black cage, don't listen, don't watch, don't care about the life and death of Ukitonia, even if Futong is attacked by the void monster tomorrow, you Wen Xianyu won't even frown, anyway, you have already resigned from the position of the first seat, you don't need to bear these responsibilities anymore, right?!"

Wen Xianyu's face turned pale, and his knees "plopped-" and smashed on the ground, and the sound made Shen Bujiao feel a sore tooth when he heard it, and it hurt so much......

"Master of the Hospital...... Envy fish, never this intention. ”

Ran Xi's black eyes, as clear as obsidian, quietly stared at Wen Xianyu who was kneeling on the ground.

"Envy Fish...... Can't. ”

"What does it mean not to dare?"

Wen Xianyu's whole body was trembling, and his head slammed on the ground, "I...... Can't accept it, don't dare to face ......"

Wen Xianyu takes the protection of the floating tung as his own responsibility, and sincerely loves every citizen of the floating tung country, and he hopes that these people can live a healthy and happy life.

Wen Xianyu has always been strong, he can endure the blood on his hands alone, he can calmly deal with the intrigues and tricks in the political struggle, the darkness, violence, intrigue calculations, and the dangers hidden in the shadows, Wen Xianyu is not afraid, not afraid, and calmly responds, because he clearly knows that the purpose of all this is to protect and to believe in his heart.

Because he knew exactly that he was walking on this road, he could wade through no matter how difficult and dangerous it was, without fear.

So when the truth of the disappearance of the monk's soul was placed in front of him, he couldn't stand it, and at that moment, he clearly felt the collapse of his faith.

He is not the guardian of Ukikiri, but the perpetrator.

The Xuanji Pagoda, which has been standing in the north square for the monks to try, will actually absorb the souls of the monks after death, and there will be no chance of reincarnation, and their lives will end here.

The management of Xuanji Pagoda has always been in the hands of the Heavenly Council, and Wen Xianyu does not believe that the people of the Heavenly Council are not involved in this matter to be able to make such a complex formation under Xuanji Tower.

And he is precisely the first seat of the Heavenly Council.

Wen Xianyu is a man with a high sense of responsibility, and in his heart, this is the responsibility and price he should bear and bear.

He had planned to destroy the formation that absorbed the souls of the monks in the Xuanji Pagoda, until, he found out that this formation was connected to the Floating Tong Enchantment!

The fate of the monk's soul is very obvious, mending the enchantment for the floating tree, in order to resist the invasion of the Void monsters and make up for the consumption of the long years.

Wen Shouzao, who has always been known for his gentleness and dustlessness, can calmly face all the despicability and suffering in the world, but he can't accept that he has always believed in it, and has struggled and protected for half his life, and the Heavenly Council is actually the driving force behind it.

Even though he deeply understands that doing so is not protecting more people.

For the sake of the bigger picture and the more distant future, there is no doubt about it.

It is understood that understanding does not mean that it can be done, nor does it mean that it agrees.

Behind is the haze, and in front is the mountain pass, he can't enter like a trapped beast, and he can't retreat.

He once heard that if you remain neutral in an unfair situation, you have chosen to side with the oppressor.

He knew the truth but did nothing, watching those unaware souls turn into part of the enchantment, invisibly, he had already chosen to stand on the side of the Heavenly Lord's Court!

But who is qualified to choose whether to live or die for others? Is it the soul returning to the Nine Shadows, reincarnation or soul enchantment, and protecting the floating tree?

It is really pitiful, ridiculous and pathetic that he himself has survived on the blood of these monks, but he still claims to be the guardian of these monks.

Then, this became the demon that Wen Xianyu, who has a pure temperament, has not been able to solve so far and the hurdle that cannot be overcome.

For four hundred years, he was trapped in his inner demons, and he couldn't make any progress in his cultivation.

Ran Xi looked at him, her eyebrows and eyes were calm, with a sense of calmness, which matched her voice at this time, "What about now?"

Wen Xianyu wore a moon-white robe and was spotless, and his black hair fell to the ground, reflecting his lonely and lonely back.

Ran Xi sighed lowly, "People's own minds may not really be able to say by themselves, otherwise there will be no love for the word uncontrollable, hey, then what are you going to do in the future?" Her eyes swept over the corners of the room, and finally fell on the dusty lyre, the lyre, is Wen Xianyu's natal instrument, he used to cherish and cherish the most, but now the strings are dusty, obviously not played for a long time.

It's not that you don't touch, but you don't dare.

"Stay here?"

Wen Xianyu has been imprisoned in Xuanji Pagoda for four hundred years, and no one can find him, unless he takes the initiative to come out, even Ran Xi.

No one can wake up a person who is pretending to be asleep, and no one can save a person who is bent on death.

It's Wen Xianyu, who closes the door of his heart and traps himself here, not out of a single step.

If there is no such thing as today, Wen Xianyu is afraid that he will have to wait until his longevity is exhausted and sit here.

Wen Xianyu straightened his back, shook his head, and opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.

There was an eerie silence in the room, and the silence seemed to freeze together, turning into a tangible presence, weighing heavily on the hearts of everyone in the room.

Song Ziyuan, who stood aside with his head down, had not said a word since he came in, and had only narrowed his sense of existence, spoke, "Courtyard master, or ...... Military Academy bar. ”

Ran Xi didn't say yes or no, but asked Wen Xianyu directly, "What do you think?"

Wen Xianyu hesitated for a moment, then shook his head slowly but firmly, "Master, preaching and teaching to solve doubts, Xianyu himself is still in confusion, and he can't find out the demons in his heart, how can he guide and teach students? Military Academy, it's not appropriate." ”

If a person who is a teacher does not even understand his own one-third of an acre of land, how can he plant other small seedlings? Isn't this misleading and harming people's children?

Ran Xi nodded, his eyes drifted to the wall in front of him, Ran Xi just said that he trapped himself in a black cage was not wrong at all, the wall was black with a metallic cold light texture, reminiscent of a cold blade, without the slightest emotion.

Ran Xi's eyes seemed to be able to penetrate this layer of cold and solid obsidian walls, looking farther away, her voice was unwavering, "You go to the expeditionary force." ”