Lan Xiaosheng's eyes circled around the room, remained silent for a moment, and took out three incense sticks from the storage bag.

"I have limited time to cast the magic. Since anyone refuses to give in, it will be divided into three times. No matter who enters his sea of ​​consciousness, when the time comes, I will force the person out."

He glanced at Chen Liuxiang and did not compete for Ye Bingran for the position, but looked at Ling Ye: "You have the highest cultivation level and are his senior brother again, and it is the best for the first person to enter the sea of ​​consciousness."

Ling Ye nodded: "What the senior said is very much."

"No need to call me senior, you and I are the leaders of the Immortal Sect," Lan Xiaosheng said, "No, but his face was a little slower, and his tone of advice was softer.

"After entering, Nightmare will most likely set up a illusion with his memory, and must always stay awake, find the true body hidden by Nightmare, capture him, and then enter the illusion that traps the flowing sound, and bring people back."

Ling Ye nodded, then sat cross-legged on the ground and closed his eyes. Lan Xiaosheng stood beside him and lit the first incense.

The narrow confinement room was dimly lit and the air was filled with a faint smell of old paper rolls.

Ling Ye stood at the door and looked into the room.

In front of the scattered and messy desk, a young man in red was kneeling, lowering his head slightly, his hands holding the pen were trembling, and a series of crooked words fell on the paper.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, he hummed without raising his head.

"I'm copying, I'm not lazy."

Ling Ye didn't say anything, the room was quiet for a moment, and he raised his head as if he was feeling something, and his delicate phoenix eyes showed a little surprise.

"Senior brother is back."

Ling Ye remembered what scene it was.

Once he went out to practice. After returning to the sect, he learned that Chen Liuxiang had made a mistake. He was beaten by the sect leader with a ruler and was punished in the imprisonment room for a hundred times. He was not allowed to leave until he finished copying it.

"I heard you broke the glazed glass cup," Ling Ye looked around and sat down while guessing the hiding place of the Nightmare Beast.

Hearing the sound, the sound of the sanks like frost, squeezing his head, and said faintly: "It was not intentional."

He put down his pen and spread his hands under Ling Ye's sight. His slender and white fingers were intertwined with black marks, and his palms were so swollen that they were shocking.

"The old sect leader scolded me for half an hour and hit me about ten more rulers."

Ling Ye naturally took out the medicine bottle from his sleeve, poured the healing spirit liquid on Shen Liuxiang's palm, and applied the medicine while saying, "It's useless to complain to me."

The boy in red hissed in pain.

Ling Ye saw him frowning, and the application force was lighter, and then said, "It's just a glass cup. The old sect leader is indeed punished severely."

"That old man has never liked me," Chen Liuxiang curled his lips, "It's okay if another disciple verbally scolds me. When I get to my place, I will never give up until my skin is broken."

"He was bullying me while you and your master are not in the sect. In the past few months, in addition to practicing, I have to serve in Lingxiao Hall, serve tea and water, sweep the floor and wipe things. If you do anything that doesn't suit his wishes, you will be scolded to the point of being scolded."

Chen Liuxiang didn't feel anything before. He looked at the person who helped him apply medicine and became more and more aggrieved. "Senior brother, take me with him next time he practiced."

After applying the medicine, Ling Ye glanced at the table and raised his hand to sort out the scattered paper, "You are still young and not suitable."

"Senior brother clearly thinks I'm annoyed," Chen Liuxiang knelt down and got up and rubbed his painful knees. "Master said you like quietness and love to travel to famous mountains and rivers. Even if you go out to practice one day, it's not surprising that he will never return to Qingling again."

"The Master has never said half of his false words in his life,"

Ling Ye looked at him, "I do like to be outside, and you are really annoyed."

"Senior brother, I really hurt me."

The sound of the sinking sound covered his chest, and a sad expression appeared on his face.

"Heart hurts. It seems that only the senior brother can help copy the sect rules."

"Don't be poor, just copy it for you," Ling Ye picked up a piece of white paper, spread it on the neat table, and put up his sleeves and pen, "As long as you are quieter."

He has helped Chen Liuxiang do this a lot, so he is familiar with the way. Not only does he imitate the handwriting exactly the same, but he also combines the practical things. The pen tip trembles from time to time, showing the appearance of the hand injury, and disguising it perfectly.

Shen Liuyi sat cross-legged, supported his chin, stared at Ling Ye for a while, and his eyelids began to fight.

"It's better for senior brother," he murmured, "That old man, please hand over the position of sect leader. I don't know who the next sect leader is."

Ling Ye responded casually: "Many elders have the will, but in terms of seniority, Meng Xianjun is the most likely."

"Meng Xianjun," Chen Liuxiang sighed, "I frowned when I saw me. I waited for the seat, and I probably didn't have any good results."

Sleepiness came as soon as he said that, he yawned, and his phoenix eyes barely opened a crack, "I hope it's better for me than the old man."

"But... it would be great if Senior Brother is the sect leader," he looked at Ling Ye in a daze. "If I do anything, Senior Brother will not punish me. Then I will be very happy in Qingling Sect."

Ling Ye's subordinates beat him up.

He turned his head and looked at the boy in red who was lying beside the desk and blinked.

I stared at it for a while before I continued to pick up the pen and write it. In the small and dark room, there was only the rustling sound of paper and pen rubbing.

As the scene changes, the moon hangs high in the sky.

The peaks towered into the clouds, as steep as a lone blade. Ling Ye carried someone on his back and walked on the winding path.

The person he was carrying was particularly embarrassed. He had a bloody wound on his forehead and several scratches on his cheeks. His originally thin and white ankles were swollen and swollen at this time, and his robes were also ragged by thorns.

"Fortunately, my senior brother found it," Chen Liuxiang covered his forehead with a silk smear stained with medicine, and said in fear.

He had just learned sword control today, so he couldn't help but jump among the peaks in the sect. He rushed to Chaotian Peak in the afternoon, but he didn't pay attention to the convex rocks between the mountain walls.

Roll from the hillside to the bottom of the peak.

I woke up and felt dizzy. It was late at night. I was scratched and injured all over my body. I was so painful that I didn't want to move. I leaned on the tree trunk and planned to rest on the spot for a night.

Unexpectedly, the senior brother came here.

"The sky peak covers the clouds and the sun is extremely steep. You have only learned the sword-controlling technique and dare to fly here."

"I'm here to see my senior brother."

Ling Ye's face was a little slow: "I've been a little busy lately. Don't come to me if you don't have any important things."

Chen Liuyun: "What are the senior brothers busy with?"

Ling Ye: "I am competing with others for the position of sect leader."

Chen Liuxiang was stunned, opened his eyes slightly widened, and frowned for a while and said, "But no matter how outstanding the senior brother is, he is just a disciple, and there are elders and immortals on it. It's not the turn of senior brother to be the sect leader."

"The sect leader's position shall be held by those who are capable."

When he said this, the shadows of trees on the roadside fell on Ling Ye's face. Half of his face was hidden in the dim light, and the gentle smile on the corner of his lips made him look a little cold.

The sinking sound blinked, and the worry in my heart disappeared, "If it were someone else, I naturally didn't believe it could be done, but since I was my senior brother, I would prepare a gift and wait."

He said with a smile: "My senior brother is still a few years away from Ji Guan. Wouldn't he become the youngest and most handsome leader of the Immortal Sect in the world of cultivation? When I go out to practice, I will shout, "I am the junior brother of the Sect Master Qingling!" No one will have the courage to move me."

Ling Ye smiled but said nothing.

After a while, Chen Liuxiang shook his head solemnly: "No, it's too embarrassing for senior brother."

He pondered for a moment, and then picked the corner of his lips slightly, "Since my senior brother is the sect leader, then I will be the immortal king in the future and assist you."

Ling Ye paused and murmured to himself: "So that's it."

But why did these memories seem to be wrapped in a layer of mist in his mind? If the Nightmare Beast had not used the illusion of the scattered memories to deal with him, he would never have thought of these scenes. Even though he remembered them, he seemed to have deliberately forgotten them in the corner.

The blue smoke curled indoors.

Lan Xiaosheng looked at Ling Ye's expression, and saw his eyebrows stretching, and a little joy and freedom faintly revealed. He immediately waved his sleeves and cut off the incense, forcibly separating the two of them.

Ling Ye opened his eyes and frowned: "Why are you in a hurry to pull me out?"

There is still half a stick of incense.

"You are already trapped in the illusion by nightmare without you knowing it."

Lan Xiaosheng held his forehead: "If I don't do this, let alone bring him out, you will fall into it. I didn't remind you before. No matter what you see after entering, just find the real body of Nightmare and capture him. Why are you still hit?"

Ling Ye was silent for a moment: "I know it's a illusion."

He knew that Nightmare disguised itself as a pen first, and then turned into a silk squid.

Lan Xiaosheng was stunned: "Then why are you still hit?"

Ling Ye didn't answer and looked at the sinking sound on the bed, "Forcibly withdraw from his sea of ​​consciousness, I can't go in again in a short time. There are still two sticks of incense left, who will let me come?"

"Of course it's ice burn."

Ling Ye shook his head: "He doesn't like my junior brother, so he may not do his best to bring him out."

Lan Xiaosheng said: "I think my big disciple, I know."

Ling Ye's face was quiet and said slowly: "The person he loved couldn't get entangled with my junior brother. He should wish my junior brother wouldn't wake up forever."

Lan Xiao slapped the table angrily: "He is not that kind of villain! Besides..."

He paused and sighed helplessly, "He shouldn't hate the roar, why did it become like this?"

The debate came from the room, and the faces of the people standing outside the door changed slightly.

Zhao Lin frowned: "Failed."

Ning Runxin said: "It's okay, I will definitely bring him back."

Zhou Xuanlan sat on the railing of the corridor, lowered her head slightly, and weighed the storage bag in her hand from time to time, not knowing what she was thinking about.

Chen Bubu smashed his mouth aside, and half asleep and woke up, muttering: "You can't sleep. My father hasn't woken up yet, so you can't sleep."
To be continued...