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Yan Rong was silent.

He had doubted that Shizun had judged the two of them these days as before, although his face was still as cold as frost, but his eyes, small movements and breath could not deceive people.

He likes the current master, no matter what identity the other party is, where he comes from, and what his purpose is.

The old man said, "Let's not talk about the seizure of the renunciation, but if you look at this and want you to enter the Mahayana period for 300 years, you will understand that she is coming for you, and she must want to take something from you, do you still want to recognize her?" ”

Yan Rong said lightly, "I'm just afraid that I don't have what the master wants." ”

The old man choked, and was a little speechless.

He said slowly, "I know that you have affection for this master, and you will definitely not live up to her expectations, three hundred years into the Mahayana period, even if you are the most talented genius monk in the world of cultivating immortals, you can't do it." There was a pause in his tone, and then he changed his words, "However, if you want to, it is not impossible. ”

Yan Rong knew that the other party wanted to let him cultivate the demon, but he thought of the disappointed and disgusted eyes of the master, and his tone became particularly firm, "Senior, don't persuade me anymore, I have made up my mind, and I will not fall into the demon." ”

The old man snorted, "Not necessarily. ”

Yan Rong only thought that he was unwilling in his heart, and did not talk again.

"Then do you know that your master is a person from outside the world?" The old man said slowly, as if he had already made a decision in his heart.

Yan Rong raised his eyes suddenly, looked at this dark space, and asked in a deep voice, "What do you mean by this, senior?" ”

The old man said, "Her soul does not belong to this world, but to people outside the world." It's just that my ability is limited, and I can't see where she came from, which is really weird. ”

"If the seniors want to trick me into cultivating demons, they don't have to go through such a lot of trouble." Yan Rong's finger bones were white, his eyelids drooped slightly, but his voice was a little different from usual.

The old man heard it, and said with a smile, "Believe it or not, it's up to you, but if your master disappears one day, it's too late to regret it." ”

His pupils constricted for a moment, Yan Rong's body couldn't stop trembling, he lowered his head, his eyes seemed to fall on the face of the person in his arms, and the emotions in his chest surged violently.

He couldn't imagine that the master was gone, if so, what was the point of his life?

The old man felt that his mind had been shaken, and said slowly, "But if your cultivation has reached a supreme realm, why is it difficult to let her stay by your side forever. ”

Yan Rong found that he couldn't spit out half a word in his throat, he was still in that state of panic, the heart in his chest seemed to be crushed, and he could only hug the person in his arms tightly.

Oh, yes... All of this is due to his lack of ability.

If he was strong enough, Shizun would not give up half a golden pill to help him shape the spiritual root. If he is strong enough, Shizun will not be injured along the way.

Yan Rong's eyes were dark and gloomy, and he thought that if his master was gone...

No... No, he's going to lock her up and not go anywhere.

"Have you figured it out?" The old man's voice rang out again.

Yan Rong raised his head and said in a calm tone, "Senior, I have thought about it." ”

He would rather see Shizun's disappointed and disgusted eyes than the other party to leave him.

The old man laughed loudly, "Good, good! It's not in vain that the old man has been saying it for so long. He said in a relieved tone, "The old man is finally able to leave this place, he has been tired of living for tens of thousands of years, and what he is ascending to become an immortal is bullshit!" Old men are not rare! That man is dead! ”