Daily life under the hands of mad critics

Chapter 41 41 Disciple

Mo Changsi stayed in the main hall for a day and a night, and Jing Yu came to the main hall to clean up again, but Xiao Jingyi was not seen coming back.

He didn't feel right, but he didn't think there would be any surprises.

The big brother has always been assertive and strong in personality, and he doesn't think too much.

Until nightfall the next day, Mo Changsi still hadn't waited for anyone, and he was anxious.

Guessing where the big brother might go, the first thing he thought of was the realm, followed by the demon realm.

Mo Changsi hurried to the realm.

The Wuhuang Forest at night was pitch-dark without the moonlight.

Mo Changsi took out a night pearl to illuminate it and walked into the depths of Wuwang Forest. When he reached the outer edge of the boundary, he saw a figure lying on the ground in the distance.

The heart he was holding was instantly put down.

He was about to shout and take people away, but when he approached, he saw Xiao Jingyi lying on the ground, with a large piece of dried blood on his body, and the Xuandian quietly lying on the ground beside him.

"Big Brother!"

Mo Changsi was shocked by this scene, and the shout almost broke.

He squatted down quickly to check Xiao Jingyi's pulse.

Starting with a pulse that was stiff and cold and showed no signs of beating, Mo Changsi's heart suddenly felt cold.

The big brother is dead.

This result was something Mo Changsi could never have imagined.

What he could not have imagined was that the senior brother would commit suicide.

First Master, and now Xiao Jingyi, Mo Changsi felt that he was about to collapse.

With trembling arms, he picked up Xiao Jingyi from the ground and flew out of the Wuwang Forest.

Back at the sect, the sect master and uncle might have a way to save the elder brother.

When Mo Changsi returned to the Silent Qing Sect with Xiao Jingyi covered in blood, all the disciples who saw them were shocked by the blood-covered Xiao Jingyi.

When Shen Zilian saw the two of them, he was also at a loss for words.

Mo Changsi hugged Xiao Jingyi and knelt at Shen Zilian's feet: "Sect Master and Senior Brother, I beg you, save Senior Brother."

Shen Zilian lowered his eyes to see that the blood on Xiao Jingyi's body had condensed into a dark red, and his face was beginning to turn blue-white, apparently unable to return to the sky.

The little junior sister had just passed away, and another of her disciples had become like this. Shen Zilian's mood was very depressed.

He closed his eyes and said the cruel truth: "Jing Yi is dead, Chang Si."

"How did Jing Yi become like this?" Shen Zilian asked.

The last trace of expectation was broken, Mo Changsi fell to the ground, his voice trembling: "Senior brother, it was suicide. Died beside Master's Huajian..."

Mo Changsi didn't know what to say. If he hadn't brought his senior brother to Jianfeng, he would not have chosen to commit suicide.

Ironically hooked the corner of his mouth, he killed two people, Master and Senior Brother.

Xiao Jingyi's relationship with Su He's mentor and apprentice made Shen Zilian unable to take another look.

And Mo Changsi's expression of deep self-blame made Shen Zilian a little bit unbearable to let the matter end like this.

Covering a trace of exhaustion in his eyes, he opened his mouth and said: "For the time being, put Jing Yi's body in an ice coffin and put it on the Xuefeng. Your uncle Yao and the second senior brother are reading the papers in the library, looking for a way to bring the dead back to life, ancient times. There may be records in the records that if you were not with them, there might be salvation at that time."

The way to bring the dead back to life is nothing short of hopeless.

But with the three of them in such a situation, all Shen Zilian wanted was to give the three of them the motivation to live.

When Mo Changsi heard the method of bringing back the dead, his eyes changed from dead silence almost instantly, and hope was ignited. He took care of Xiao Jingyi's wounds and put them in the ice coffin. Like Gu Yaozhi and Zhou Xuanming, he devoted himself to the library to look for him. The way to come back to life.

One or two are like this, Shen Zilian's lips curved into a wry smile.

Junior Sister, look at what the Silent Purity Sect has become after you go.

Shen Zilian came to Jianfeng a little tired.

Lying on the bed where Su He had been lying, he closed his eyes and nose and sniffed the familiar faint and cold orange aroma left on it.

Only in this way can he make himself feel less tired and soothe his dead soul.

Shen Zilian only dared to lie down for a while at a time.

He was afraid that if he lay down for a long time, it would destroy Su He's breath and destroy his only solace.

When Shen Zilian got up.

Jing Yu walked in just in time, he smiled: "You are here to rest again."

Seeing Jing Yu, Shen Zilian put down the hand rubbing his eyebrows, saw the handkerchief in his hand, and said, "Thank you for your hard work."

"This is what I am willing to do for Sword Sovereign, and I enjoy it." Jing Yu shook his head with a smile.

Shen Zilian nodded and left Jianfeng.

After Su He passed away, Shen Zilian saw Jing Yu wiping the dusty tabletop and stool surface with a dry silk cloth for Su He when he first came here, and carefully kept the original position without damaging it in the slightest.

From this point, Shen Zilian could see that this young man had a heart.

Shen Zilian wouldn't hate anyone who could remember his junior sister and take care of the living quarters for his junior sister.

And Jing Yu spontaneously wanted to keep a trace of her life for the benefactor he left just after he made a promise, so he cleaned it every day, as if there were still people living here.

Because of this, Shen Zilian and Jing Yu hit it off and settled on this matter together, and the relationship began to become quite familiar.

After Jing Yu sent Shen Zilian away, as usual, he took the handkerchief and passed away the dust here.

From this room, many details of Su He's character and life can be seen.

For example, there is a pack of unfinished plum candies hidden in the drawer on the left side of the bookcase. The words on the paper are not delicate, but the gestures are sharp, and another example is a bookshelf full of comments.

The more he saw, the fuller the image of Su He was in Jing Yu's heart, and he felt that such a person should not go to the sacrifice world.

……

realm.

After Su He transformed into a sword, for a short time, he always felt that his consciousness was in chaos.

She didn't know where she came from, what she wanted to do, or where she was going.

The only thing I know is that she is in a very big place, there are many dense forests, mountains and swamps, there are many monsters and demons, and there are some things in the same form as she is now.

In this way, she wandered around several large forests and caves every day.

When bored, lie down on the back of the monster to sleep, or go to see the many black-looking monsters fighting in groups.

Until one day, Su He suddenly felt a few drops of blood appear on her face inexplicably.

She wiped the blood but did not wipe it off, but seeped into her body.

It didn't take long for Su He to discover that there was something in the same shape as her behind her, and it followed her every day.

And this face looks good, and the more Su He looks at it, the more familiar it becomes.

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small theater

Mo Changsi: I guess the big brother will not be enchanted.

I guess it's impossible for the big brother to have an accident.

Reader: Good guess, don't guess next time
(End of this chapter)