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Chapter 52

It is not good to stay in Yanyao Tower for a long time, and it is not suitable to stay here for a long time. Song Yuan couldn't find Xu Guangyi, so he talked to the steward of Yanyao Tower, and then moved to Ningqing's residence, and he could take the Zongmen's flying boat back in a few days.

The station is remote, and the steward is even more attentive when the elder personally passes on the disciples. In order to show his ability to handle affairs, he came to see him several times and accompanied him with many famous properties.

And in this frequent courteousness, Song Yuan learned from them that Xie Dianyi was ill. Just a few days ago, it was said that the illness was very serious, and he has not been able to get out of bed yet.

It's okay if they don't say anything, in front of them, even if you don't really care about it, after hesitating, you still have to care about it.

Xie Dianyi has a good background and likes luxury, Song Yuan thought for a while, and took out a precious ginseng from the treasure bag.

I also asked Xuexue, but Xuexue seemed to be unfamiliar, she shook her head with her eyes wide open, asked the reason, and only said hesitantly that she had something to do.

Asked what he was going to do, he couldn't answer, he just refused to go, even after being pinched in the face, he didn't seem to care about things around Song Yuan at all, so Song Yuan guessed that when he was with him before, maybe thank you The clothes don't suit him a bit.

It's also normal, Xie Dianyi is fierce and poisonous. Although Xuexue has a pure nature, she can be regarded as the same on the snow mountain before getting married. conflict.

But Xuexue slipped very fast, and it was hard to catch him to ask again, so Song Yuan went to visit with precious ginseng.

Most of the time, monks don’t suffer from any kind of illness. Losing in fighting skills and being damaged in winning treasures are not considered illnesses. If you want to call it an illness, you must either be like himself, lose your cultivation base and be weak, or be like his senior brother. The clothes are average, they are born damaged, and they are sick in the womb.

And Xie Dianyi is upright, never willing to show weakness, such a situation is very rare, this is one of the reasons why Song Yuan went to care.

I don't know the rules of Donghuomen, Song Yuan followed the fairy servant who bowed his head, and walked quietly along the way, as if there were not many living people here. He asked a few times on the way, and had to ask "Song Daojun, if you have something to say, please contact my Shaomen." The Lord speaks" and other words, the attitude is very respectful.

Infected by the atmosphere, Song Yuan couldn't help being more cautious.

The fairy servant stopped outside the main house and motioned Song Yuan to go on his own.

The room is filled with warm incense, and the objects placed around are glowing with precious light.

Song Yuan was a little hesitant when he came, but now he stood outside the inner room and called softly: "Senior brother?"

He made up his mind that if no one responded, he would go back home immediately.

But he didn't want to have an answer right away, so he said hoarsely: "Junior brother?"

In fact, Song Yuan is still not used to it, after all, even seven years ago, Xie Dianyi was not so nice.

"Well, the steward of Chunpo Building said that senior brother is sick, let me come and see, senior brother, is he better?" Anyone can hear him perfunctory, especially when his steps are still stagnant.

Through the curtain, I heard a cough that didn't seem fake: "Ahem..."

Can Xie Dianyi be so weak that he doesn't care about his face, what a serious illness, Song Yuan hugged the jade box and sighed, a little soft-hearted: "Brother, is it so sick? Can I come in and talk?"

The coughing stopped a bit, "Come in."

The curtain is a water-like cloth, gorgeous and smooth, and almost no effort is required to lift the curtain.

He took a rough look at the figure Xie Dianyi was leaning against, then lowered his head and found a small stool to sit on.

It's just sitting a little far away from Xie Dianyi.

Anyway, he is not the submissive junior who thinks standing is more respectful.

The root of that precious ginseng is intact, and the year is also old. Song Yuan chose a bigger jade box, and now he is holding it in his arms, and he is going to hand it to Xie Dianyi first: "Senior brother... this is my Tong Xue. A little thought from Xue."

At this time, he took a closer look at Xie Dian's clothes, his face was pale, his lips were light, maybe his arrogance was damaged, the beauty of his eyebrows faded a bit, his expression was sleepy, he looked really energetic hurt look.

At this time, Song Yuan felt sorry for him again, the most arrogant senior brother, who had been tortured for some reason, his words were so weak.

Xie Dianyi didn't reach out to take it, and Song Yuan didn't expect it, so he hugged it again, and said softly: "The ginseng of a good year, brother, don't forget."

Xie Dianyi only looked at him at this time, his pitch-black pupils trembled slightly, and he said after a long time: "I will never forget it."

"It's because I was slack." His gaze and Song Yuan's touch instantly parted, and there was a hint of dodge.

"I thought it was just a little girl," he lowered his eyes and sneered, "but..."

It turned out that he was still fighting fiercely, Song Yuan was silent, and then said: "Brother, it's still the same."

It was about the two years when Xie Dianyi's illness was most severe. The pain at night oppressed him again and again, and practicing swords during the day was not enough to consume energy.

The young and energetic sword cultivators always have some conflicts, and Xie Dianyi is the most temperamental among them. Among the brothers in the sect, there are very few who have never compared swords with him. Even if he is talented, he may not win every time. Winning always has to suffer, and sword cultivators are mostly stubborn, refusing to give in to each other, and sometimes they even win badly and come back with injuries all over their bodies.

At that time, Song Yuan was too young to inspire Xie Dianyi's fighting spirit. Because of the secret of the night and how close he was to him, Song Yuan would always give him medicine, persuade him to make less trouble, and complain that tomorrow he will be in front of the teacher's uncle again. You have to cover it up, if you are found out, you will not be guaranteed a fine.

Xie Dianyi's temper is not uncommon, and he dared not refute the soft complaints of his younger brother. He only said impatiently: "How? They provoked me first, and they will be punished."

The younger brother glared at him with his dark eyes, with such a soft personality, even if he glared at him, he was cautious, not intimidating at all, but very cute.

It's just, how did it...be like this?

Xie Dianyi's heart trembled, he didn't want to think about it any more, it was useless, after a moment of silence, he just said: "Did you know about that?"

"what?"

"Little...Ruan Chengxing...you know about that?"

Song Yuan's expression became more bewildered: "Ruan Chengxing? Isn't he still in the Xianmen competition?"

"That's right... you were in the Demon Realm at that time... I also received the secret letter from the sect a few days ago..." Xie Dianyi paused for a while before continuing, "He... His real name is not Ruan Chengxing, nor... the human race... but Xingcheng, the fourth prince of the Demon Emperor."

Seeing Song Yuan's eyes widened in surprise, Xie Dianyi couldn't bear it, but he continued: "Since you... have left, he has also disappeared, and Tianxinzong has lost face because of this. After a thorough investigation, we found the devil." The traces of the family, the grass snake gray line, but there are traces to follow..."

In fact, he mainly got the information of Prince Wuyan, but because of the involvement, he actually dug out the handwriting of another faction, which revealed Ruan Chengxing's true identity.

"Why..." Song Yuan was shocked. It was hard for him to imagine that the Ningqing sect, the most formidable among the three sects, had an elder who was the prince of the demon clan, and it was even more difficult to imagine that the demon clan was by his side. For many years, we ate and lived together, talking and laughing, "He...isn't like a demon..."

Even though he knew that this little junior brother was full of bad intentions, Xie Dianyi hadn't thought of this before, and just sighed softly when he heard the words: "It's a human devil, and his mother is a powerful swordsman of the human race. Covered by the secret method of the demon clan, this time... the whole sect is extremely angry, and a thorough investigation is carried out. The old incident about you...has been found out..."

In fact, it is far less relaxed than what he said. Xu Xingcheng finally returned to the demon world, and completely let go of the affairs of the human world. The pile is strange.

They used to have a lot of contacts with Song Yuan, but after Xingcheng intervened, they became estranged from Song Yuan.

After Song Yuan's death, Xie Dianyi was punished, he stood by and watched the affairs of the sect, and the master retreated all the year round, ignoring everything, so Ruan Chengxing could take the opportunity to enter. He is an elder's personal disciple, so why not enter the land of no one .

The clues left by the demonic forces that had narrowly retreated have been stripped away, and it also shows the amazing ambitions of the demons.

Therefore, the matter of Song Yuan was fundamentally a plot by the demons to eradicate obstacles, and his junior was framed by others.

But these are all over for the time being, Xie Dianyi hesitated, and glanced at his master who could hear God.

The demons have been using Xingcheng and Wuyan and other demonic forces to find out the right way for these years. I don't mention the previous things, but now I have leaked the biggest secret.

Confidential about the person in front of you.

Different from the human race, the demon race has never ascended, and the demon emperor has only appeared in recent generations. In the past, there was nothing but chaos, and several high-level demon races were separated, but perhaps it was driven by the instinct of tracing the source. The demon race believed that the demon king Bo Xun As the ancestor of the Demon Race, he believes that the Asura Realm exists.

Then, since the so-called road to immortality needs to be opened urgently, wouldn't the gap to enter the world of Asura be just around the corner.

Since they were running for the same goal, the once incompatible opponents had to sit down and talk.

But all of this... starts with the so-called emperor.

Song Yuan didn't know it, he just lowered his eyes and said softly: "So that's the case..."

"...But, if you don't find out...so what?"

Xie Dianyi was slightly stunned: "I found out that he framed you...just to take your place, and to pursue the great cause of the demon clan. Now, everyone knows his wolf ambition...your innocence..."

He paused halfway through his speech, and then said: "I know...you are not..." It's not that dissolute, it's not that shameless, and even the master covets it.

"Maybe," Song Yuan said after a moment of silence, "So, brother...do you still remember?"

Xie Dianyi didn't answer directly, but said: "At that time... I was blinded by him..."

Yeah, there's always deception...

"Really?" Song Yuan smiled, his tone still so gentle.

"What if... that's true?"

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On the land of the Demon Realm, there is nothing more terrifying than being chased and killed by the Demon Emperor. What is even more terrifying is that the hunted person has no mother or relatives to support him, and runs for his life alone.

Under such circumstances, even the noble prince of the Demon Race is nothing more than a desperate wild dog.

Until the border, until the chaotic world of humans and demons.

"Since...we've arrived here," said a blue-skinned demon general, who lost an arm and was leaning against a corner, his voice was weak at the moment, "Young master, let's go to the north..."

"So what if we go to the north?" The man-devil young man who showed the face of the demon clan laughed at himself and looked around.

He brought a hundred demons with him at first, but now there are only two demons left in this room.

"He wants to make peace with the Righteous Way now, so what's the use of a spy like me who has already been caught? It's better to take my head and make a good relationship with the Righteous Way."

"It's ridiculous, it's ridiculous to me... I thought, all these years, how he and those old things coaxed and flattered me, convinced me that I was greedy for such an identity, and wanted me to become their puppet step by step."

"A traitor to the righteous way, a sinner from the demon race, what can I do if I escape to the ends of the earth? It's better...while I still have breath..." Xing Cheng whispered. A faint, soft dream light emerged.

He remained silent, untied the pearl and jade pendant tied to his body, only a spirit sword was left, and said: "Let's divide it, if you can escape, you can escape, if you have the demon you want to see, then you can see it, if you can stay..."

He murmured, "If you can stay, then don't leave."

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Yuan (sigh): Senior brother looks like that

Yuan: I don’t know who did it, it’s too pitiful

Yuan: By the way, you want to...

Xue (alert): Wife, I’m going out to buy a meal