The news of Yan Ning's death caused a sensation in the entire Taoist sect in just three days!

On Longhu Mountain, Zhang Daofeng, Hu Daoming and Monk Kongyu sighed deeply, sighing that the hero was young and the gods were jealous of talent. Tang Zixuan knelt in front of Mo Yuchen's tombstone, burst into tears, and said that there was no hope of revenge.

In Laoshan, Yuan Xiao stood at the top of Qianli Peak, looked in the direction of Jianzhou for a whole day and night, and finally left with a sleeve.

In the Wolong Pavilion, Zhuge Ruolan and Zhuge Haoyue drank overnight, and their mood was self-evident.

While sad, while joyful.

In Kunlun Mountains, the Gongliang lineage, Jiang Yunhe was so happy that he almost set off firecrackers to celebrate. He only said that God had eyes, and eliminated Yan Ning, the thorn in his eyes. The Gongliang lineage, who was originally suppressed by Xinmaoshan, seemed to be able to see hope of turning over and making a decision.

As for the Rebirth Tower... no one knows what Guan Zixuan is thinking.

In the tea shop in Jianzhou City, the crying sounded the earth. All the people who had received the favor of Yan Ning came to memorialize. Yan Ning's black and white photos were placed in the main hall. Yihu was wearing white clothes and sat in the mourning hall for three days and three nights, without saying a word from beginning to end.

...

Such situations are happening all over the world. Every place Yan Ning has been to and every person he meets is sad and painful for his departure.

In a forest in Kunlun Mountain, there is a quiet wooden house, surrounded by big trees in the sky. If you look closely, the arrangement of these big trees seems to be strange. Looking up at the sky, there is no sun, but the sun shines on every inch of land around the wooden house.

There is a swing outside the wooden house, and an unknown bird stays on the swing. Then a sound came from inside the house, which frightened the bird, leaving only the swing that swung back and forth.

Zhuang Xiaoya poked her head curiously and followed the frightened birds. She didn't look at the shaking swing until the birds disappeared.

Not sure what he was thinking, Zhuang Xiaoya sat on the swing, her long legs swaying in the air.

"How do you feel?"

A figure suddenly appeared outside the wooden house. Shuli, wearing a black robe and holding a black fan, couldn't see his face clearly.

Zhuang Xiaoya replied without raising her head, "It's improved a little."

“Today’s meal is here.”

Shuli placed the sumptuous meal on the small table outside the wooden house. He had been doing the same thing every day for the past three days, but he put down the meal three days ago, turned around and left. This time, he did not leave immediately, but sat at the wooden table.

Zhuang Xiaoya asked the swing to stop shaking. She opened her lips and asked softly: "Guan Zixuan asked you to kill me, but you put me under house arrest here. Are you not afraid that Guan Zixuan will find out?"

"The Holy Lord will not discover it." Shuli said.

"What if I find it?"

"I will take you away."

Zhuang Xiaoya was silent for a while.

"I stayed today because there is a news to bring to you." Shuli paused and continued: "According to the news released by the Tang Sect, Yan Ning... is dead."

Zhuang Xiaoya was unmoved at all: "It's impossible, he will not die."

"He is indeed dead. The Holy Lord sent someone to the East China Sea to investigate. The two big monsters who were originally sealed in the Nether Pokémon have regained their freedom. If it weren't for Yan Ning's death, they would never have been able to recover their freedom."

"Impossible...Impossible..." Zhuang Xiaoya kept repeating these three words.

Shuli said: "If you die, you will die. Those who practice Taoism do not remember the past, do not fear the future, do not be confused by emotions, and do not trap in their hearts. Zhuang Xiaoya, I think you have lived a very failed life."

"Failed?" Zhuang Xiaoya was stunned.

"Didn't you find out by yourself?" Shuli smiled slightly, "You were originally the eldest lady of the Axe Tiger Gang and the daughter of the Devil's couple. You could have lived a wonderful life, but you chose to be by your side and become a part of him."

"What do you want to say?"

"What I want to say is that Yan Ning is not your world, but your burden. Now that he is dead, why don't you start over and live your own life? In the past, I was like you, and I was the shadow of others, but I escaped. From that moment on, I made up my mind to not live for anyone from now on, but for myself."

Zhuang Xiaoya sneered: "What a bold statement, have you forgotten your identity? You are Guan Zixuan's subordinate. How can you talk about living for him?"

"Just take it that's the case." Shuli didn't care.

"Tell me what you know about Yan Ning without saying a word." Zhuang Xiaoya said.

Shuli sighed and began to slowly tell Zhuang Xiaoya what he learned.

...

Yan Ning, who caused the entire Taoist sect to turmoil, was lying comfortably on the hospital bed of the Tangmen Building, enjoying the careful care of the beautiful nurse.

While chewing on the supplements sent by Tang Wenlin, Yan Ning asked, "What's the situation now?"

"What else can happen?" Fatty Du looked at Yan Ning enviously, "The black armor who killed you is dead now. Boss Yihu and others want to take revenge but don't know who to ask for. They can only hold a glorious funeral for you and ask dozens of Taoist priests to help you with salvation."

"I really want to go back to Jianzhou to take a look and watch my funeral. This is not something that anyone can experience." Yan Ning said with a strange expression.

Jiang Wujue sighed: "I don't know if I don't die. I was shocked when I died. I didn't expect that Brother Yan Ning had such a status in the Taoist sect."

"That's right, don't look at who I am!" Yan Ning said proudly.

Jiang Wujue hit and said, "That old guy Jiang Yunhe gave the entire Gongliang disciple three days off, and he didn't have to do anything, and he also had to double the salary of a white-collar worker. This is a benefit that Gongliang's lineage has never had in so many years. Brother Yan Ning is Brother Yan Ning. This kind of influence is really not comparable to ordinary people!"

Yan Ning choked and finally breathed. Because he had touched the wound, his whole face was twisted in pain. He looked down and saw that the big hole in his chest was still there. It was so miserable that it was.

"Big brother, I advise you not to show off. Just like you, if you don't think of a solution, the fake funeral will become a real funeral." Fatty Du sighed.

Yan Ning couldn't help but frown when he heard this: "My situation is quite special. Who made me a demon body now? Ordinary methods can't solve it at all. The only way can only be found in Wumen Ghost Technique. But the only person who can use Wumen Golden Needle is my master except me. Jiayun is too young and hasn't learned anything clearly... To be honest, the person who can save me now may really not exist."

When the two heard this, their faces slowly sank. It turned out that Yan Ning proposed a fake death plan, which was just a delaying plan, and he had no idea.
Chapter completed!