I created the Longevity Club

"I've learned a lesson, but I really don't know what to do."

Xuan'er sat upright and answered the question very seriously.

Miss Liu was so angry that she wanted Yu Jian to open Xuan Er's head, so as to see what kind of structures inside could guide the thoughts of a straight man.

With a swipe, the long sword lying across his knees suddenly came out of its sheath. The tip of the sword, which shone with cold light, was only a few millimeters away from Xuan You's nose. He was afraid of being hit by it even if he took a breath, let alone being hit. Xuan You was forced by such fierce sword energy.

On the other hand, Xuan'er was extremely calm, showing no fear at all, and even his expression did not change. There was still a gentle smile with the symbol on his face, as if what was in front of him was not a long sword, but a rose given to him by his lover. Same as the bouquet. Mr. Lu was so angry that Lu "390" Li, who was on the side, saw his eyelids twitching. The unconcealed sword energy made his hair stand on end in shock. It was clear that the person who was hit by the sword tip was not him, but he was still There is a feeling of sitting on pins and needles, as if there are long swords all around, pointing at him. This momentum is no less than that of a saint.

There is a sword in the hand. There is a sword in my heart.

Time seems to have stopped like this. Even the sages lamented, "The passing of time is like a man, never leaving day and night." Time, no one dared to slip away quietly under this majestic sword intent, for fear of disturbing the confrontation. Both sides are average.

Miss Liu put away the sword angrily, sheathed it again and put it back between her knees. She stared at Xuan Er, wanting to see his next move. Lu Li clearly felt that time was slipping away little by little. This mistress, who had a somewhat irritable and unpredictable temperament, was still a little confused. Seeing this, Lu Li felt anxious in his heart. "Okay, okay, I got it." Xuan Er felt helpless and reached out to open the sword. "Come here." "That's pretty much it."

Lu Li was also a little curious. As expected of the tacit understanding between an old couple, the two of them had already reached a consensus when he, the outsider, was still confused. "Friend Lu Dao, I'm offended."

Lu Li turned his head in surprise to look at Xuan You who was making a deep voice, but before he could see anything, a flying cyan long sleeve completely covered his sight, followed by a familiar feeling of dizziness. It seemed as if I saw a vortex sweeping through the broken space appearing in front of me.

Now Lu Li finally figured it out. It turned out that half of the disciples meant this.

Only preaching, not teaching, not solving doubts.

I wonder why this skill looks so familiar to me, as well as this mastery of tricks. Xiao Ke doesn't complain when he calls "Sir", but...

When Lu Li could see his surroundings clearly again, it was already after the dizziness completely disappeared. There was nothing around to identify his direction, only countless metal pillars, including the one that bound him.

A cold feeling came from the back, but there was no discomfort at all, just like a gentle ice cube.

Lu Li didn't know how he came up with such a weird metaphor, but when he thought of how to describe this kind of conflicting and harmonious physical sensations, the first reaction in his mind was still like this. It's quite strange.

However, before Lu Li's thoughts took over, he had seen Xiao Ke's memory fragments. In exchange for the contract, he had a certain understanding of his spiritual pet's "predecessor".

The old man who got up and went to Tianqing, the disciple who took Xiao Ke and hid quietly, the master who sounded very serious, the gentleman who only preached but did not teach.

Everything seems to have finally been connected into a complete thread at this time, and revisiting the old place seems to help him complete the road guide, but in fact it is to find a certain segment of the long river of time that has been hidden by "himself".

What exactly does Xiao Ke want to prove?

Are you really important? How can the current self become the original self if it is not "self"? After all, that kind of self is no longer "myself".

If this question were asked to Lu Li, Lu Li would definitely answer "it doesn't matter".

I am not my own person, this is my intention, I am who I am at that time, without any distracting thoughts.

Why are you struggling with these things? Is the original intention really important? In other words, if you find your past self and then change your current self, then your life will be in vain. How can there be such a stupid reason?

Xiao Ke is someone who likes to get into trouble. His inner demons must be very big. When he ascends in the future, it will be very difficult to overcome the tribulation. But this is from the perspective of a human monk. If Xiao Ke chooses to become a saint in the flesh, he will suffer the most. It's a bit painful, but the achievements after that will not be higher than other ascension realms, and will even be like a dwarf...

As an owner in the golden elixir stage, he began to worry about whether his spiritual pet's future ascension would be smooth or not. This was a bit too hasty.

This is the long-term plan. Lu Li is a little worried about the situation outside. If Xiao Ke has always had such thoughts, it may not be as simple as a period of time. It may even be a carefully calculated period.

It's all in vain in the end.

Lu Li closed his eyes and rested his mind. Anyway, the treatment here was pretty good. If he could untie himself and go out for a walk twice.

At this time, in the single room of the restaurant, Miss Liu was hugging Xiao Ke tightly. She was dressed in red, her face was bloodless, and her long sword had not been unsheathed, but was thrown aside. "Miss Liu?"

With a gentle voice, Xuan Er bowed to Miss Liu, who was dressed in red, with a smile on her face. "I should still call you inner demon."

Xuan Er's voice was still so gentle, but his words revealed a terrible fact. "When did you find out?"

Miss Liu held Xiao Ke's arm and trembled slightly. The nails that touched Xiao Ke's arm were deeply embedded in the flesh and blood. The pure white arm left a trace of blood. The white color, coupled with Xiao Ke who was shaking like a sieve, looked very creepy.

Xiao Ke bit his lips tightly with his upper teeth, not letting himself make a sound of fear, for fear of angering one of them and making himself die. "My inner demon, how could I not know it."

Xuan Er's voice gradually became cold, without a trace of the previous warmth.

In theory, the people on the mountain treat the inner demon as a flood and beast. The more they can't see it, the happier they are. If they don't have to face the inner demon directly when they ascend, they will be even more upset.

But Xuan Er is exactly the opposite. It is the inner demon that treats the master as a flood and beast. He is scared to death when he meets him. I don't know how he survived all the way. "It's great to play a scene with you and make everyone happy." Xuan Er bent down and picked up the sword.