Shui Ling'er came to Penglai with a pious heart to become an immortal, but she was hit one after another, and she once again had a strong resistance to joining the immortal clan and being with the immortals all day long in the future. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 In the Info Immortal Palace, he was looking for an opportunity to slip away, but the singer had already sung his name.

If he doesn't answer, he will give up the immortal test, and he will be forcibly dragged away as a coward, and his mind is in a mess, so he has to go out of the queue and walk to the front of the fifth district.

"Please--Hengshan sent Heng Liuxian to break the flute, and give Tongxian soup to Jiluo Shanshui Ling'er--"

The words that he didn't want to hear were finally said from Wu Xiuyuan's mouth. He looked at the seat of the head in a daze, and saw that the man who was as beautiful as a jade sculpture and dressed in a kingly style left his seat, picked up a transparent glass bowl from the tray in the hands of a Penglai disciple, and strode towards him.

His eyes were blank and he was stunned, but he heard a few masters whispering in his ears: "This Shui Ling'er is the apprentice of that Yue Zhuxian, the one who was brought up by Xi Muxian later?"

"No, you haven't been to Jiluo Mountain much, and you don't know a lot of things. It's a pity, such a good kid has to be mixed with that sanctimonious Jiangnan Zimo. I don't think about him, even her aunt's thousand-year-old Taoism, plus her reputation for a lifetime, has to be ruined by that hypocrite!"

The other said: "Isn't it! Sage Yun, the gentleman is ill and unworthy of his name, his master must still be alive, and the cliff will not allow such an ugly thing to happen." Even if they bring Heng Liuxian here, what if they teach that bastard boy soup? No matter how good his reputation is, he can't save it!"

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The vicious attack, the words pierced Shui Ling'er's simple heart like a needle, and the pain was so painful that he almost fell headlong. He was extremely disgusted with these self-righteous and hypocritical immortals, and now he heard them talk irresponsible behind their backs, and even Zhuyue was involved, and the anger in his heart had reached its peak.

In the Fan Yao Palace, the earnest admonition of the caracal and Jiang Nanjun to him was burned out by anger at this moment, and now he just wants to roar and fight back!

Broken Xiao approached step by step, but what was surging in his mind was the picture in the Purple Kite Cave. Although he had not seen the situation in person at that time, he could completely imagine his aunt's helpless eyes and desperate pleading.

At this time, his young and arrogant heart was about to explode, staring at the eyes of the broken flute, red and bloodshot, the clenched fists also made a "rattle" crisp sound, and his breathing became more rapid.

Broken Xiao stopped in front of him, and when he saw this expression, he was puzzled and asked, "Ling'er, what's wrong with you?"

Shui Ling'er tried his best to restrain himself from punching him in the face, and said angrily: "If I drink this soup, I will become as morally degraded as you from now on, and I will be inferior to a beast! Brother Jiangnan once said that if you want to complete the mission you are about to undertake, it is necessary to go through one step, so this bowl of poison, I have to drink it even if I don't drink it! But I don't believe it, to contribute to the battle of the Six Realms, becoming an immortal is the only way!"

He just wanted to ask, but when he saw his hand, he was trembling and stretched out to the glass bowl, and the milky soup in the bowl reflected his face distorted by anger.

"Wait!" Broken Xiao snorted softly, pushed him away with his hand that didn't serve the bowl, and said hurriedly: "Ling'er, you calm down first, tell me, what happened?"

Shui Ling'er retracted her hand and recited coldly: "The Tao is born, the virtue is the animal, the shape of the object, and the potential is to be virtuous because all things do not respect the Tao!"

This is the hadith of Lao Tzu, how can he not understand the broken flute?

Shui Ling'er wanted to calm herself, but the harder she tried, the more counterproductive it became, and as soon as those few words came out, their meaning was entrenched in his mind, breaking his nerves one by one and making him miserable. He suddenly let out a lion-like roar, and while he was unprepared, he finally raised the back of his hand and struck the glass bowl fiercely, knocking the entire bowl of Tongxian soup to the ground.

In fact, Broken Xiao had long seen that he had the intention of smashing the soup, and he had been trying his best to avoid it, but he didn't want it to happen, and this sudden change naturally stunned everyone present.

I saw that the glazed bowl glowing with color flew out of the broken flute's hand, and after it landed, it made a crisp "click" sound, and it cracked into several pieces.

The broken flute didn't have time to dodge, and was splashed with soup, and the hem of the placket hissed, and when the highly toxic soup evaporated, the hem had been corroded and a piece was removed.

After a long time, someone came back to their senses, and the silence in the hall was broken by all kinds of exclamations.

Wu Xiuyuan angrily pointed at Shui Ling'er and shouted, "Shui Ling'er, what are you doing here?" )