Disciple, go down the mountain and harm your sister.

"Are you leaving?" Guo Cheng asked lightly.

Chu Yi looked at the illusion slowly dissipating in the air and nodded without speaking.

Guo Cheng looked at Chu Yi's sad face, and seemed to have guessed something. In Guo Cheng's opinion, this trip must not be easy.

"If there is any danger, just tell me." Guo Cheng stood up, staring at the forest ahead.

Chu Yi grinned and nodded.

After tidying up, Chu Yi left Yuling Mountain again. His purpose this time was to return to the sect, Xianqiongzong.

Chu Yi laughed at himself, he went here with the mentality of being a "tool man" and promised Wang Ran, after all, he couldn't break his promise.

A few days later, the Xianqiong Sect was already very busy, because in a few days it would be the sect festival held by the Xianqiong Sect every ten years.

During this period of time, all kinds of festive activities have been held in various festival-like competitions among the disciples of the sect, and the most important point is that those sects that have good relations with the Xianqiong Sect will also come to participate at this time.

Every ten years in the big festival, there will be a few talented disciples, and this is the purpose of this kind of sect big festival.

Chu Yi came to the agreed place, in a tavern under the gate of Xianqiongzong Mountain.

There are also many places for monks to relax in the world of comprehension, and many monks also perform their own duties, such as monks who specialize in alchemy, monks who forge magic weapons and holy objects, and there are professional people such as onmyojis and jurists. sect or place.

Most of these specialized cultivators have the patronage of a large sect, and the forces behind them cannot be underestimated. This is why these sects can gain a long-term foothold in the cultivation world.

"I heard that the sect festival of Xianqiongzong is coming soon." Chu Yi asked calmly after sitting down.

His voice is not loud, unobtrusive in this noisy tavern,

"Yeah." Wang Ran took a sip of his wine, looked around and continued, "You won't go wrong."

Chu Yi frowned, stroked his fingers lightly on the mahogany square table and said, "You brought me to this ghostly place. Although I'm a little upset, it's still unknown whether I can go back."

"Do you really have no regrets?" Wang Ran seemed a little unbearable, and asked Chu Yi's eyes lightly.

Chu Yi didn't have any expression fluctuations, and just said softly: "Actually, there are many things that I haven't figured out yet, but it's not important now, what do you think." He raised his head and glanced at Wang Ran, his eyes seemed to contain A lot of meaning.

Wang Ran picked up the jug and poured wine for the two of them, and said softly, "If I say so, it seems that we will leave this place soon."

Chu Yi raised his wine glass to his mouth suddenly, his Adam's apple moved and said, "What!"

"The news I got recently is that as long as the fairy road appears, it will be like the ladder in our world. As long as there is a connection between the two worlds, then we will definitely be able to go back."

He could feel the curse seal in his body ready to move, a force continuously surged in his body, and then disappeared.

"How can we make Xianlu appear again?" Chu Yi said word by word, "Or, what should we do?"

Wang Ran's hand under the table was already clenched, his eyes began to wander, as if he had something on his mind, but he paused and said: "You have a ferocious spiritual force in your body, you and I know this very well. However, that old thing Yuqing has taken good care of you in every possible way, and it is not bad, Xianlu, I have to rely on you to reproduce it!"

"rely on me?"

"That's right, you are the key person!" Wang Ran couldn't help raising his voice.

Chu Yi slightly closed his eyes and nodded.

Most of the rest of the people in the tavern were disciples from other sects of the Sword Sect, and most of them came to participate in this sect festival. Their cultivation levels varied, but they were all around Jindan.

Chu Yi's cultivation has also made a breakthrough, and he seems to be in the late stage of Qi refining, but Wang Ran knows that Chu Yi's progress can be said to be very shocking.

You know, when he was on Canglang Island before, Chu Yi didn't have the slightest spiritual root!

It is really rare to have a breakthrough in the short period of time in the realm of comprehension.

Chu Yi drank one cup after another. He really had too many regrets, and there were too many things he didn't understand. Why did the psychic rust sword communicate with him? Rusty Sword, and most importantly, what is the relationship between Wang Ran and Yu Qing? Is he really a pawn in someone else's hands?

All kinds of problems lingered in his mind, which made him a little upset. He was not reconciled, not reconciled to dying in such a mediocre way.

The matter has come to this point, and there is no turning back, and he understands this better than anyone else.

After drinking the last drop of wine, Chu Yi tightly closed his eyes and asked, "What's the plan?"

Wang Ran breathed a sigh of relief, shook his head and said, "There is no final plan for the time being, and everything will have to wait for a while before the final decision is made. Moreover, you and I have special identities, so it's better to be careful these few days."

"Then what should we do now?" As soon as Chu Yi finished speaking, a white-clothed disciple who was drunk from drinking passed by Chu Yi's side. Then, there was a muffled plop that made Chu Yi frowned.

It is difficult for ordinary monks to get drunk, even the monks in the stage of refining Qi are also difficult to get drunk. After all, they are different from ordinary people, but this monk somehow got drunk in this tavern.

"Have a drink with the uncle." The cultivator grabbed Chu Yi's arm suddenly and stuck to Chu Yi tightly.

Chu Yi frowned and wanted to push this person away, but he never thought that this person was like a dog's skin plaster, and he couldn't shake it off.

Immediately afterwards, there was a crisp "pop", and the drunk monk swung the wine vessel on the square table to the ground and shattered into pieces.

Wang Ran looked at Chu Yi and frowned.

"You don't want to reward my uncle, right? Then you will die here today!" The monk pulled out his long sword from his waist, and Chu also saw that something was wrong, so he quickly pushed the man away with force.

Unexpectedly, two monks walked past viciously from the side, and they looked like they were in the same school as the drunk monk.

"You dare to hurt someone, don't you know us?" A monk drew out his long sword and pointed at Chu Yi and shouted.

Chu Yi didn't want to make a big fuss at this time, Wang Ran stood up when he saw this and said quickly: "This fellow Taoist..."

"go away--"

Wang Ran was kicked violently and flew to the wall. At this moment, the monks who were watching the theater were already surrounded, and most of them were grinning at Chu Yi, as if to see what Chu Yi could do to deal with it.

Seeing that these people are not weak in cultivation, Chu Yi quickly bowed and said, "Chu Yi will apologize to you if the situation becomes serious, so let's forget about it."

There was booing immediately, and the monk refused to let go, and drew a long sword on Chu Yi's neck to provoke: "Today's matter, there is no end."

"Who is causing trouble in my Immortal Vault Sect—"