It was already deep in the night. A young Taoist priest walked out of the tavern and looked around at the door, looking a little nervous. Fortunately, the residents of Huangjing were already asleep and the streets were very quiet. Otherwise, if they were used to seeing the Taoist priest's coldness, arrogance, they would definitely think that the young Taoist priest was unqualified.

The young Taoist priest walked slowly towards the street intersection, his eyes still standing there.

Zuo Liuying lost to the ancestor in the daytime battle as expected. After that, not many people continued to pay attention to him. The entire Imperial Kyoto was discussing the appointment after three days and the man named Mu Xingqiu often started with shaking his head and ended with laughter.

Zuo Liuying stood still, and everyone didn't find it strange, just thinking that he was depressed after the defeat.

The young Taoist priest stopped when he walked to Zuo Liuying for more than ten steps. He could only see the lower half of his face. After waiting for a while, the brim of his hat was slowly raised. He saw the whole face, which was as handsome as a flower under the moonlight, but his eyes were straight through the heart and applied a layer of frost to the flowers.

Very few people can remain calm in front of Zuo Liuying, and the young Taoist priest cannot. He shook slightly, as if he was about to jump up, and then respectfully performed the Taoist rituals with a slightly stiff posture, as if he had just learned it, "Pangshan disciple Shen Cunyi paid a visit to Zuo... Senior."

Zuo Liuying has withdrawn from the Taoist throne. The titles of the first, Taoist priest, and fellow Taoist are not suitable. Many people don’t care about such trivial matters. Shen Cunyi is a honest person and always feels that the title must have practical significance. After thinking for a long time, he called out the word "senior", and his face turned red as soon as he said that, because Zuo Liuying on the opposite side looked younger than him.

Shen Cunyi looks very much like his father Shen Xiuming. Even if he becomes a real Taoist priest, he looks nervous on his face that he is worried that he will not work hard enough and will be difficult to gain recognition from others.

Mu Xingqiu missed such a look, but Zuo Liuying didn't care. Her eyes were cold and she didn't say anything.

"My father is Shen Xiuming. He was also a disciple of Pangshan before, but he did not have any elixir. Later, he planted flowers for Pangshan..."

"I recognize your father." Zuo Liuying finally spoke, his voice as if it was coming from the void, empty and ethereal, and his tone and emotions that should have were deprived of clean.

Shen Cunyi was surprised and finally realized something was wrong. "Senior is injured?"

Zuo Liuying shook her head slowly.

Shen Cunyi's face turned redder, "I'm sorry, my inner alchemy has reached the sixth level of inhalation, and I can't see anything..."

"Is there anything to ask me?" Zuo Liuying asked directly.

"I... I'll ask for advice from my seniors." Shen Cunyi whispered. Seeing that Zuo Liuying had no intention of refusing, he mustered up the courage to continue. "I feel that my practice has come to an end, and practicing it will be a waste of time. I think... I want to go home, but they said that I have encountered a homesick disaster. If I can give up my parents' affection, my practice will rise a lot. I can't make up my mind and always want to ask practitioners outside the Taoist dynasty for advice. But... I'm sorry, I'm too long-winded, please forgive me."

"Do you want to quit the Taoist throne?" Zuo Liuying took a step forward.

A hint of panic flashed across Shen Cunyi's face. His Taoist heart was a mess. He bit his lips and thought for a while, "Yes, I had thought about withdrawing from the Taoist throne. Senior and Uncle Mu Xingqiu both withdrew from the Taoist throne. I think I can do it too." Shen Cunyi turned around and looked at the Taoist throne tower in the air, "I originally planned to return the Taoist throne and withdrew when the war with the demons ended. After all, it is the responsibility of the Taoist priest after all, and I cannot retreat. But now with the ancestor, the demons are vulnerable and seem to be unable to use me anymore. But on the other hand, since the ancestor was born, everyone's practice has become easier, and I feel that it is too hasty to withdraw from the Taoist throne now..."

In order to clarify his inner conflict, Shen Cunyi was indeed a bit long-winded. Zuo Liuying listened quietly and took an occasional step. When Shen Cunyi finally finished speaking, the two were only three steps away.

Even for ordinary people, if they are not particularly familiar with each other, the distance seems a bit too close. Shen Cunyi stood there and did not move, entirely because of respecting the other party. When Zuo Liuying raised his right hand and pressed it on his shoulder, Shen Cunyi instinctively made dodging moves. For Taoist priests, any contact action seemed too dangerous.

But he couldn't avoid it. Zuo Liuying's palm pressed down firmly. Shen Cunyi leaned slightly to the left, barely stood firm, and an awkward smile appeared on his face, "Father always tells me about Senior Zuo and Uncle Mu Xingqiu. I have always been you... Senior, what's wrong with you?"

Zuo Liuying's arm was trembling slightly, but he did not admit that he was injured. Shen Cunyi suddenly woke up: "Senior is still fighting with the ancestor!"

Zuo Liuying and Kun Dun's battle was not over. He lost the first battle during the day, and most of his memories were revealed to Kun Dun. Just as everyone turned the focus of the discussion from Zuo Liuying to Mu Xingqiu, the two began the second battle because there was still a small piece of memory in Zuo Liuying's mind that had not been taken away.

This memory hides the plan he and Mu Xingqiu jointly formulated. All signs show that this plan is closely related to how to find the demon soul, so Kun Dun must get it.

This is a silent battle, which is not about the strength of magic power, but about the illusion skills. Therefore, even some of the powerful cultivators did not see it. Only a very small number of Taoist priests who subdued Yuemang knew the existence of this battle, and no one was willing to promote it. Lower Taoists like Shen Cunyi knew nothing about it.

Zuo Liuying came prepared. He closed this important memory and blessed fifty-five spells. With just a little touch, he could completely destroy the memory. Even if this would damage other memories at the same time, he would be willing to do so.

Zuo Liuying's will has been fully conveyed to Kun Dun.

The 38th generation of Taoist priests were sitting in a small room on the eighth floor of the Taoist python tower, casting one exquisite spell after another. These spells were divided into two groups, one by one to restrain Zuo Liuying, making it impossible for him to destroy his memory. The other way was to drive straight into his mind, approaching that important memory, and carefully dismantle the fifty-five blessing spells wrapped outside, and dare not use any more magic power.

The battle has lasted for at least five hours, and Zuo Liuying's magic power has been restrained. This is no longer a fight, but a pure passive response. He is the puppet in Kun Dun's hand, controlled and plays a fight game with Kun Dun's other hand.

Zuo Liuying was like fighting a multi-armed monster in the wild sand all over the sky. He could occasionally cut off one or two arms, but he never saw the monster's body, and he couldn't even tell which direction it was in. There were arms everywhere and attacks everywhere.

He urgently needed a solid foothold to gain a foothold. At this moment, Shen Cunyi came, a young Taoist priest with a sixth level of breath, entered the battlefield in full swing without his knowledge.

"He has no way to control the entire Taoist throne." Zuo Liuying said.

"What? Who is controlling the Taoist sect?" Shen Cunyi was inexplicably regretful and came to Zuo Liuying to find opinions, but it was difficult for him to find someone to discuss this issue in the Taoist sect. When talking about withdrawing from the Taoist sect, it would only attract surprise and vigilant eyes.

"Even if there is surging water, it can only flow with the flow. There are a few outlets of the lake, and there will be a few flowing streams. If too much is caused, it will cause a dam to break down, hurting others and yourself. The magic power is the lake, and the magic is the outlet."

"Senior...what are you talking about? I...why I'll come again in a few days." Shen Cunyi was really nervous. Finally, he realized how bad it was, and he mistakenly entered a place he didn't understand.

Zuo Liuying's voice was still empty and lacking in anger. This was because he didn't have much strength to speak. The steps he had just walked through were already very difficult. "The Taoist system should be with the flow. Even Master Pangshan cannot force you to make a decision. If you feel embarrassed, you don't have to withdraw from the Taoist system. If you miss home, then go home. If you are tired of practicing, then stop practicing. You can make your own choices and change your mind in the future."

"Really?" Shen Cunyi's eyes lit up. He knew the principle of "letting go with the flow", but no one had ever taught him how to use this principle and how to do it without violating the rules of the Tao.

"What you have to do is to be determined." Zuo Liuying said, never taught another person so seriously, "It is natural that the heart becomes a stone, and the Taoist dynasty can only be followed, and cannot be refused. This is how the hermit temporarily withdraws from the Taoist dynasty. Make your decision."

"Now?"

"It is now that the mind has moved after a thought. If you don't make a bold and diligent approach, how can you get the heart to become a stone?"

Shen Cunyi felt enlightened, thought about it for a while, and finally said firmly: "I want to go home, I must go home."

Zuo Liuying nodded, withdrew her arm, the brim of her hat hangs slightly, and then entered a pure state of fighting.

He finally launched a counterattack, not using spells, but ultimately affects spells.

Shen Cunyi turned around and ran to the tavern, which was the entrance to the Taoist Tower. He felt as light as a swallow, and all the hesitations in his heart disappeared completely. He didn't know if his condition was considered "solid as a stone", but he really didn't need any advice anymore.

At the entrance of the tavern, Shen Cunyi raised his head and shouted loudly: "I am Shen Cunyi, a disciple of Pangshan. I want to go home. Let me leave now. Please tell Master Pangshan that he has gone out and will come back soon, but I don't want to wait any longer."

Without the Taoist priest responding, Shen Cunyi didn't care. He made up his mind and shouted out another thought that had been depressed for a long time. Zuo Liuying was right. Once a thought arises, the state of mind has moved. Instead of letting it disturb his state of mind, it is better to just stop it.

"Zhang Xianger, I like you! Although you don't want to be connected with me and don't want to go home with me, I still like you. That's it, I have nothing to ask for, goodbye!"

Shen Cunyi felt a heat coming out from every pore in his body. He suddenly knew what it was like to be "solid as a stone". In his more than 20 years of life, only at this moment, he didn't care about anyone's opinions, whether Zhang Xianger's arrogance or the ridicule of other Taoists could not affect his current state of mind.

"Thank you, Senior Zuo, you are as powerful as my father said." Shen Cunyi summoned the magic sword and ascended into the sky and flew out of the city.

Zuo Liuying also said thank you silently in his heart. There was a small loophole in Kun Dun's omnipresent offensive. Zuo Liuying still had no chance of winning, but he could open up a small position for Mu Xingqiu.

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