Every world is crumbling [Quick Transmigration]

Chapter 432

, how could our upright protagonist leave behind a master whose life and death are unknown. 】

[And once he rejects the mission three times, Zonglingtang will definitely assign him the most difficult and impossible mission of the mission hall, and the most difficult and impossible mission assigned by Zonglingtang is the one that makes countless monks fear Yunmeng Zelin task? 】

【But...you...didn't ask him to help you find the Hidden Immortal Flower. 】No. 520 is trembling and rebutting.

Hearing this, Chu Jingran said with a half-smile: [Why... do I have to say it? 】

No. 520 was startled for a moment, and then thought of something, 【Could it be that space ring you gave him...】

Chu Jingran smiled without saying a word.

No. 520, who knew the truth, shed tears.

……

The night in Yunliang Peak was very quiet, and under the condensed air of extreme cold, even the sound of insects could not be heard. In the courtyard, Xiao Jue practiced the Tianyan Sword Jue with water in hand, just like every day in recent days.

I saw him as light as a swallow, turning his wrist sideways, a streamer of light shot out from the blade like a cicada's wing, and the sword light fell on the ground, leaving a finger-deep sword mark.

After exhausting the 27-style sword moves, he put his head back and closed the sword, looked sideways at the bright lights in Biliu Palace not far away, Xiao Jue tightly held the sword in his hand, and the loneliness in his eyes was fleeting.

Master...? !

He didn't want to leave the sect to practice, he didn't want to leave Yunliang Peak, and he didn't want to leave the side of his master.

Xiao Jue didn't know what was wrong with him. At the beginning, when the master was not out of the gate, he had something in his heart. He told himself that he was worried about the safety of the master, so even if he resisted the conspiracy of the elders, he would not Li Zong.

But now that the master has clearly left the customs safely, shouldn't he feel at ease, go to the cliff of his own cultivation, and live his own life, but why after seeing it, he is even more reluctant and unwilling.

Since the death of his relatives, that person has filled his life.

On weekdays, although the other party appears indifferent, but you can clearly see in countless details, that person treats him very well and loves him very much.

Whether it was resisting the suzerain's insistence on accepting him as an apprentice at the beginning, or the strength of the martial arts field to draw swords against the great elder for him, until today, Xiao Jue can copy all the details in his mind without missing a single bit.

The figure of Juanxiu who protected him behind him and carried all of them with his own strength has always been carefully cherished in his heart, never daring to forget even a single bit.

These years, in this sect, he didn't get along with many people, but even so, Xiao Jue's heart was always filled with... an indescribable sense of satisfaction, just like back then, Xiao Jue In such a dream, not a dream, he carefully grabbed the hem of the master's clothes, and grabbed the illusion of his whole world.

Looking down at the water that was given by the other party in the past, Xiao Jue slightly tightened his five fingers, and took out the jade slips that accompanied him countless days and nights from the interspatial ring.

Infused with spiritual energy, a man in white clothes with a long sword in his hand appeared in a burst of shimmering white light.

The pupils of the person in sight are still as cold as snow, and the eyes are thin and without any warmth, and they are talking about the essentials and matters related to the sword art in a clear and cold voice.

I don't know if it's because the moonlight is too bright tonight, or because of some reason, at this moment Xiao Jue suddenly feels that this face, which he has seen for nearly ten years, is extraordinarily beautiful.

It even made him forget about the worldly customs at this moment, raised his trembling fingertips, and leaned towards the face that looked like a fairy.

The speed of the heart is beating extremely fast at this moment, and the uneasiness is mixed with unknown expectations. This is a feeling Xiao Jue has never experienced before. It is unclear and unclear.

It's getting closer, it's getting closer, it's getting closer... Touching each other anxiously, trembling fingertips pass through the ethereal image in front of them.

Slightly clenching the fingertips, Xiao Jue grasped the restless anxiety in his heart into his palm, and suppressed the throbbing complexity in his eyes.

The coolness of the night blows away the unknown sighs.

Master...

Before dawn the next day, Xiao Jue arrived in front of the Biliu Hall in light clothes, without disturbing the people in the hall, and solemnly knelt down and kowtowed three times.

In the kneeling posture, he looked complicatedly behind the magnificent palace standing in the micro screen, and then turned around resolutely.

But as soon as he took a step, the familiar cold and mysterious voice suddenly entered his ears.

"Everything... be careful."

The moment he heard this, Xiao Jue's breathing slowed down, his footsteps stopped, and the Hongshui sword was tightly clenched three points in his palm.

This is the first time that the master expressed his concern clearly, and he could even clearly feel the cold moon-like eyes that fell on him from the temple, filled with a faint smile. worry.

It was clearly as cold as ice, but at this moment, Xiao Jue felt that his whole heart was about to be ignited every inch of it, and the reluctance in his heart was mixed with unexplainable feelings that surged like a tide, which made him unwilling to take another step. , the illusion of not wanting to leave one step further.

It's just... no.

Lifting his foot with difficulty, Xiao Jue didn't turn around, and left the home where he had lived for nearly ten years with his back straightened without saying a word.

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