Lingyi didn't sleep well this night. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info lying on the bed, holding the blood card in his hand, and as soon as he closed his eyes, the appearance of Senior Brother Bai Ye appeared in his mind. Bai Ye's background is different from that of a civilian disciple like her, and she is a real child of a family, the nephew of Bai Yulun, the Marquis of Liaoxi. Of course, these are only known to a few good fellow students in private. Although he has a good background, he has no talent for cultivation, so he will come to the True Sect to fight for a chance to practice like a civilian disciple, there are not a few such people, Bai Ye is not the first, nor the last. I remember when she first joined the church six years ago, she saw that the senior brother of the white night talked and laughed freely and was full of spirit, at that time everyone was full of longing for the future of cultivation, and then a senior brother disappeared inexplicably, and the atmosphere in the church gradually became weird, and then there was Dengxiantai, and every month three disciples were selected to go to the head of the South Vietnamese Sect, but only people go, no one returned, and when they went, they went into the sea, and there was no news. Bai Ye became silent, his mood was invisible, but his practice was more diligent.

For a long time, Lingyi didn't understand Bai Ye's thoughts. When she joined the religion, she was a blank slate, she didn't know what cultivation was, and all the enlightenment related to cultivation was done in the teaching, and she believed whatever the holy master said, and sincerely offered her trust and respect. Most of the common disciples are like this. So when one day Bai Ye said to her, "Our practice is fake, and it is very likely that we are marrying someone," she couldn't understand it at all. She remembered that Bai Ye said something inexplicable at that time, he said: "The pie occasionally falls from the sky, but unfortunately it never hits me." ”

Lingyi felt that he was a pessimistic person. It's just that later she gradually understood that cultivation qualifications are naturally destined, just like the origin, bloodline inheritance, etc., it is innate and cannot be changed, the holy master said that they are accumulating virtue and doing good deeds to have today's good results, but the more powerful the cultivators she contacts, the more evil they do, such as Lin Nanxing, such as Lin Yimeng, and the two black and white Venerables in the Holy Sect. Could it be that they have the power of innate cultivation and can do evil, while these people themselves can only tremble and cultivate their self-cultivation? But even if they are a Holy Sect disciple like her, those who bully the people do not bear the so-called heavenly punishment, but instead get more money and resources to make their cultivation progress by leaps and bounds.

After a period of confusion, she began to believe that Bai Ye was right, and at the same time, she began to be afraid, not knowing how many things she had betrayed in exchange for today's practice, and as the number of old disciples decreased month by month, she was also wondering if she would have to pay for her life? Fortunately, she became Lin Nanxing's maid, as long as she can always be favored by Lin Nanxing, she is safe, just like the only remaining senior sister in the oldest group of disciples, she is the beloved wife of the leader of the Wild Sand Camp Cuttlefish, it is said that for her back then, the cuttlefish and the Gongxi Holy Master once had a big fight, although she has always been an ordinary disciple, but so far no one dares to have the slightest disrespect for her.

There is no female disciple who does not envy Senior Sister Xu'er, and Lingyi is the same. But she knew that it was just a dream to find someone like cuttlefish to marry again. Lin Nanxing's women have always been played and changed, and she has to do things for him meticulously and thoughtfully, making him feel that he is more useful than those women who will only be soft in bed. The trust of the master is her safety. When her parents boasted about her pride and neighborhood, they would not have thought that she was struggling to survive in such a pitiful and pathetic way.

Ascending Sendai, it's time to send disciples to ascend Sendai again. Indeed, as Bai Ye said, Lingyi is still doing things for Lin Nanxing, and it is impossible for Gong Ximing to choose her on stage. She is safe, but Bai Ye is one of the most dangerous people. He joined the church early and cultivated to a high level, and there was every reason why he was sent to the head church of South Vietnam. He should have been prepared, but he was afraid that going to Sendai was really a life and death road, so he wanted to find someone to entrust the blood card, and he happened to meet him tonight.

Is it true that she will die when she goes to Dengxiantai? Senior Brother Bai Ye is also going to die? In fact, those so-called senior brothers and sisters who went to South Vietnam, whether they are alive or dead, have no news at all, and what is the difference between them and death to her? Senior Brother Bai Ye is also going to disappear from her life like this, and she suddenly feels very sad in her heart. She thought that as long as he lived, even if he had been living in a place that she couldn't see. There were also many good people among those brothers and sisters, and she prayed that they were all alive, living in the distant South Vietnam on the map.

Tossing and turning fell asleep, but only for a short while. When he opened his eyes again, the white sky light came through the window, and Lingyi got up, washed up, and rushed to the temple. Lin Nanxing won't get up at this time, and I don't know which woman he is still dreaming of. She was going to attend the temple ceremony and come back to report the news about the three princes. For some reason, a lingering sadness permeated her heart. When she walked out of the mansion, she met Su'er, who was also rushing to the temple, and hurriedly greeted "Senior Sister Morning", and Su'er replied with a smile "Morning". Like the lonely and eccentric cuttlefish, Su'er has always been a bit isolated, and although the two live in the city lord's mansion, they have never interacted with each other and are not familiar with each other.

With Su'er in front and Lingyi behind, the two of them stepped on the morning light and rushed all the way to the Capricorn Temple. Entering from the splendid main entrance, there is a beautiful and enchanting marble statue in the middle of the front hall, which is said to be the true saint of the Conversion Religion. When the disciples saw this statue, they all thought that the true saint was originally a woman, but Gong Ximing said that the true saint has thousands of incarnations, both male and female, and this stone statue is just one of her thousands of incarnations, and its true body cannot be shaped or imitated. This exaggeration casts a veil of mystery over the true saint. The two of them bowed respectfully in front of the True Icon, then got up and went to the left and entered the Hall of Hadith.

The Hadith Hall is the place where the disciples gather and listen to the teachings of the Holy Master Ximing, and the hall is spacious and bright, with tables and chairs in rows, which can accommodate more than 1,000 people. At this time, most of the more than 300 disciples had already gathered, and they each found a place to sit upright, just waiting for the hour to arrive, and the holy master came to choose someone to ascend to the immortal. As soon as Lingyi entered the door, his eyes began to wander around, and soon fell on Bai Ye, who was sitting in the back row.

Bai Ye was closing his eyes and seemed to feel Lingyi's gaze, he opened his eyes, nodded to her distantly, very slightly, and then closed his eyes again. Lingyi subconsciously clenched the blood card in his hand, casually found an empty seat to sit down, took out a spar and held it in his hand, and closed his eyes to breathe.

Most of the old disciples are like this, find a quiet place to practice silently. The new disciples were immersed in impetuousness and excitement, discussing what was going on with Dengxiantai, expressing their envy for the Dengxian disciples. If you can really go to the archival sect to practice, of course, it is the best, there are abundant resources and the chief priest carefully guided, it is far better than doing penance in this small Capricorn Temple. In fact, most of the disciples still have a deep belief in Gong Ximing, and only a few can realize the danger after all, and they can't tell and convince others everything, so they can only bury their doubts and fears deep in their hearts. The ceremony of ascending to the immortals is always carried out in an auspicious and joyful atmosphere, but Lingyi, Bai Ye and others have never been able to integrate.

When the hour came, the solemn bell struck, and after three rings, there was silence in the hadith hall. Saint Master Gong Ximing walked to the front of the hall wearing a yellow robe with a dragon pattern sword on his back, his face was solemn and solemn, and behind him were two venerables in black and white, and all the disciples stood up and bowed in courtesy. Gong Ximing stood in front of the hall, squinted his eyes slightly and slowly glanced at the disciples, and said: "Today, on the tenth day of the fourth month, the day of the opening of the Sendai, three people will be selected to go to the head of Nanyue to practice according to the rules, I know that you are all very yearning for the head teacher, but you can only carry three people at a time on the front of the immortal platform, and you can only choose people with good mental qualities to cultivate as the faster to enter the realm. Whoever calls his name, go with me to Ascend Sendai. ”

The whole venue was silent. The disciples waited for Gong Ximing to call out the three names with various moods, and they didn't dare to come out. Lingyi wasn't worried that she would be called, she was only worried about the white night. At this time, she suddenly wanted to look back at Bai Ye, a heart pounding in her chest, as if a mouth would jump out and jump to the front of the venue.

Gong Ximing's eyes were still slightly narrowed, and he slowly swept among the disciples, and suddenly opened his mouth and called out the first name: "Zhu Ziwei!"

"Ahh

Lingyi sighed in her heart, and at the same time breathed a sigh of relief. It's not Senior Brother White Night. There are two more slots.

Immediately, I heard Gong Ximing shout another name: "Zhao Xuan!"

"Disciple...... In!" replied in a deep voice, and this time there was not a single hint of happiness, only hesitation and reluctance.

Lingyi's heart couldn't help but be pinched hard. This Zhao Xuan is also one of the few people who are familiar with her, he joined the sect in the same batch, he is loyal and honest, he usually talks very little, he only knows how to bury his head in penance, he once said that his father was innocently killed by a cultivator, and he came to the Holy Sect to practice only to one day avenge the murder of his father, and I don't know if his revenge has been avenged. She turned her head to look at the honest man, walked to the front of the stage with her head bowed, and stood behind His Holiness. She couldn't see his expression, she didn't know what was going on in his heart, was it fear, despair, or some kind of fluke?

She bit her lip and lowered her head silently. Anyway, Senior Brother Bai Ye is still there. There's still a spot, and hopefully it won't be him. She touched the blood card in her hand, it was warm and smooth, like Senior Brother Bai himself. She prayed in her heart, God bless Senior Brother Bai not to go to Sendai this time, even if going to Sendai is not a life and death path, don't go, and now he is the only one who can stay by her side, and who can occasionally give herself a little warmth. She closed her eyes and silently chanted "Not Senior Brother Bai, not Senior Brother Bai", and then she finally heard Gong Ximing call out a name, her heart thumped wildly, and then almost stopped. She jerked her head up and opened her eyes, looking back at the person on the stage who was revered as a holy master with disbelief.

She just heard him shout: "Chu Lingyi!"