Chapter 232 Carry On The Will Of Others And Go To Their Deaths

After all, Su Mu'an was a child, and she quickly recovered from her previous unhappiness. After fighting with Fang Ziyu for a while, she was somewhat tired and waved goodbye to Xu Han.

"Lord Manor Master, I'm going back to rest now." The little fellow smiled and waved at Xu Han, wanting to return to his room.

"What about me? Aren't you going to say goodbye to me?" Fang Ziyu asked.

"No!" Su Mu'an made a grimace at Fang Ziyu.

"You!" Seeing this, Fang Ziyu went forward to chase after him again. This time, Su Mu'an had a long memory and was very vigilant as she took a step forward. Then, she ran towards the distance without turning her head. "Wait for my father to come out and see how he will deal with you!" He shouted.

"This brat!" Fang Ziyu stamped his foot angrily, but he did not intend to continue chasing after him. Instead, he watched the boy bouncing away and suddenly laughed out loud.

"Good." She sighed sincerely, but the smile on her face slowly dissipated, and a faint worry appeared on her eyebrows.

Xu Han looked sideways at Fang Ziyu and seemed to have thought of something. "What? Are you thinking about Sect Leader Ning?" Xu Han asked.

Xu Han wasn't sure what the relationship between the two of them was, but there was no doubt that it was definitely beyond the relationship between an ordinary disciple and the sect master. Perhaps it was father and daughter, or perhaps it was something else.

Hearing this, Fang Ziyu turned to look at Xu Han and said, "You know quite a bit." She smiled and said, but she did not have the intention to go to the bottom of the matter.

Then she paced slightly to the side, her head lowered, and her expression became somewhat lonely.

"Ning… He always does things like this. I don't think it's of any use…"

'"I just feel that you were once the sect leader of the Linglong Pavilion. The one surnamed Chen went to the Chen Kingdom. That brat Zhou Zhang is actually the son of the Shepherd King, Song Yueming…"

At this point, Fang Ziyu paused, as if he didn't want to mention that name.

"Anyway, everyone seems to be fighting for what they want to do, and I…"

'"Although she is in the name of Second Senior Sister, there is nothing she can do. She wants to save the Linglong Pavilion because her cultivation is too weak, and she wants to avenge Master … but she is far from being a match for Sikong Bai."

"I always feel like I'm mediocre. I don't know what to do, what to do…"

It had been several months since Fang Ziyu had left the Exquisite Pavilion. During this period of time, he had experienced many twists and turns, and it was extremely dangerous. Everyone was greatly touched. No wonder Fang Ziyu had such thoughts.

"I just envy that little fellow Su Mu'an very much. Whatever he wants to become, he works hard. No matter how others laugh at him, he doesn't care. Such a person is really good." Fang Ziyu's voice sounded again. At that moment, she raised her head and looked into the distance.

"You can do it too." Xu Han looked at Fang Ziyu in such a manner, thought for a moment, and suddenly whispered.

"Me? I really want to be the savior of the Exquisite Pavilion, but Sikong Bai is an immortal! Just thinking about it makes people unable to lift their spirits." Hearing this, Fang Ziyu shook his head with a bitter smile.

Xu Han could understand what Fang Ziyu was thinking. Facing such an unparalleled opponent, most people would feel frustrated that they could not see any hope even if they tried their best.

Unfortunately, Xu Han did not belong to this majority.

"Do you remember Brother Song? I remember that he was only at the Pill Sun Realm when he first arrived at the Linglong Pavilion. In less than a year, he is already the master of the Sword Hall of your generation. He worked very hard… for the Linglong Pavilion."

"Actually, this has nothing to do with your cultivation talent. It's just determination. It's also something you're lacking right now." Xu Han glanced at Fang Ziyu before saying, "How about an immortal? There is nothing in this world that cannot be killed, even Sikong Bai is no exception. Since he will die, why can't he die at our hands?"

Hearing this, Fang Ziyu blinked her eyes. She stared at Xu Han blankly for a while before spitting out this sentence.

"The surname Xu…"

"Huh?"

"Did anyone ever tell you…"

"What?"

"You have great potential to become a divine rod."

'"…"

…

Xia Zichuan woke up in the room flickering with red candles.

The autumn night was cold. Xia Zichuan sat up with her chest half-naked. She narrowed her eyes and looked around, as if she was looking for something. Then, her gaze suddenly stopped at the distant windowsill, on the figure wearing a purple robe.

Xia Zichuan's cheeks flashed red with embarrassment. After a slight hesitation, she removed a thin blanket from the bed and wrapped her delicate body around it. Then, she stood up. Under the candlelight, her tall and plump body faintly appeared under the thin blanket, her charm swaying.

She gently walked behind the purple-robed figure and wrapped her hands around it from behind. At that time, her head was stuck to the back of the purple-robed man. The expression on her face was calm and carried a faint smile.

"What's wrong? You won't sleep for a while longer?" She asked, her voice soft and soft, as if she could drip water.

Today was a joyous day for Linglong Pavilion.

Their newly promoted young sect leader, Song Yueming, married the daughter of the Moon Lake Cave Master, Xia Zichuan, known as the Moon Lake Fairy.

This also signified that the two great martial arts giants of Great Zhou had been united in their enmity and solidarity from today onwards.

This was a major event that could shake the Jianghu of the Great Zhou Empire. Once the Jianghu incident reached a certain extent, it would naturally have a significant impact on the Imperial Court. The two of them seemed to be independent, but in fact, they were restrained by each other.

"If you can't sleep, get up and take a look." At that time, the purple-robed man turned his head and embraced Xia Zichuan with a smile. Only then could he clearly see that the purple-robed man's appearance was very tender and tender. He was about eighteen or nineteen years old, and he was clearly still a youth.

"Do you have something on your mind?" Xia Zichuan lay in his arms, feeling the warmth that made her feel at ease, and asked softly.

Hearing this, the purple-robed youth holding her had a quiet expression on his face. After a long moment of silence, he said, "Jizhou Lost Land has already returned to the hands of the Imperial Court. If Moon Lake Cave really wants to preserve an inheritance in this chaotic world, it should return to Jizhou as soon as possible and not participate in the disputes in the Central Plains."

Whether it was talent or temperament, Xia Zichuan was the best choice. She naturally understood what the purple-robed youth meant. At that time, she was excited. She sat up from the youth's embrace and looked straight at the youth with her pair of big dark eyes. The gaze in her eyes was firm.

"What Moon Lake Cave does is the matter of Moon Lake Cave. Xia Zichuan only knows how to marry a chicken to a dog. We have worshipped the heavens and earth, respected our parents, and are husband and wife. We share weal and woe, life and death. I will go wherever you go, and I will do whatever you do."

The girl's tone of voice was beyond the purple-robed youth's expectations. He was slightly stunned at that time. Xia Zichuan smiled bitterly and took out something from his bosom and handed it to the girl. Xia Zichuan accepted it and looked at it closely. It was a gilded invitation from Chang'an.

"This is?" Xia Zichuan opened the invitation and frowned. At that time, the gaze he raised towards the purple-robed youth became suspicious.

"Someone sent him here today. Zhu Xian wants to invite his master to the capital." The purple-robed youth seemed to know what Xia Zichuan was thinking at this moment. He had solved the doubts in Xia Zichuan's heart at the right time.

"So Elder Sikong will go to Chang'an?" Although Xia Zichuan did not participate in the invitation after the Dao Discussion Conference on that day, he understood Sikong Bai's plan from the words of his elders, so he naturally knew what the Longevity Division's invitation meant.

"I will also go." At that moment, the youth's voice sounded again.

"You're going? What are you doing?"

Facing the young girl's inquiry, a genuine smile appeared on the youth's face at that time. That smile was like a spring breeze blowing willows and autumn rain falling on tiles, causing Xia Zichuan to be inexplicably stunned, and he was somewhat distracted when he saw it.

"Bearing the will of others, going to their deaths."

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