You kid! You don't have to be so low-key! !

Chapter 567 Sinner or villain?

The few disciples who were left also had a bit of fatigue on their faces. It seemed that after the formation was broken, the attacks from the monsters had been intensifying, and this situation was expected.

Master Kongxuan quietly appeared beside Changqing carrying a wine gourd.

"You are here again, kid. What bad things are you up to this time?" Master Kong Xuan spoke.

Chang Qing quickly turned around and bowed: "Greetings, Sect Master."

Jie Xinyu behind him also saluted with his fists, and the two little guys followed suit.

"Meet Grandpa, the Sect Master."

The tender voices of the two little ones rang out, so crisp and soft that the hearts of those who heard them melted.

Master Kong Xuan's wrinkles were about to burst into laughter when he saw the two little guys: "Hey, you're here too. Wow, your cultivation has improved so much! Not bad, not bad!"

Master Kongxuan was also very concerned about the future hopes of these two Yuling Sect. He stopped looking at Changqing and happily led the two little guys into the tent.

After a brief exchange of greetings, Master Kong Xuan reluctantly turned his gaze away from the two little guys.

Master Kong Xuan looked at Chang Qing without saying anything. Chang Qing had no choice but to take out a jar of strong liquor that he had brewed himself.

Master Kong Xuan's eyes lit up, and he immediately held him in his arms, drooling, "You are such a nice guy, knowing that I like this. Tell me, do you have something to ask of me?"

Chang Qing shook his head. There was nothing important to do this time. He had broken through two realms in a row and his foundation was unstable. He went to the front line purely to hone himself.

Besides, the two little guys also need actual combat.

"Really?" Master Kong Xuan was a little unconvinced.

"No." Chang Qing said firmly.

Master Kong Xuan looked at Chang Qing twice more, as if he wanted to see through him. Chang Qing then spoke again awkwardly: "It's just a trivial matter, so I won't bother you."

"Insignificant? Give me an example?"

With a snort, Master Kongxuan thought that if he had believed Changqing's words, he would have lived in vain.

"It's nothing more than destroying one or two sects, slowing down the demon tribe's offensive momentum, and buying more time for our Southern Region!"

Master Kongxuan almost killed himself when he just drank the wine, and he choked and rolled his eyes.

"Good boy, this little thing of yours doesn't seem to be a small matter at all! What's the matter? Are you too proud, or is some big shot trying to take action?" Master Kong Xuan rolled his eyes. It would have been better not to ask, as he would not stop until he had said something shocking.

Without waiting for Changqing to explain, Master Kongxuan stood up and walked out: "Forget it, forget it. The world is young now. We are old, it's time to let the young people have a chance to try their luck."

"But..." Master Kong Xuan stopped holding the wine jar, looked at Chang Qing and said, "The sect only has this little foundation, and it can't afford to be wasted. You should take it easy~"

There was actually some pleading in Master Kongxuan's words. Changqing's heart trembled suddenly and he looked up quickly. Master Kongxuan's waist was bent a little. He obviously had a lifespan of thousands of years, but Changqing saw the setting sun in his heart slowly sinking into the clouds.

Changqing watched the old man disappear in silence.

As night fell, Changqing, who had been sitting for a long time, was awakened by the gradually lively atmosphere outside. As night fell, the disciples returned to the camp to defend together.

With a quick glance of his spiritual sense, his heart trembled, and he finally understood why Master Kongxuan said that. There should have been nearly ten thousand disciples in the camp, but now it seems that the number is 30% less.

He felt heavy in his heart. Master Kongxuan was right. Although the Yuling Sect was ranked second-grade, its foundation was extremely thin and could not withstand consumption at all.

The curtain was lifted, and many peak masters and elders came in. They were all stunned when they saw the sitting figure. Changqing simulated a face, which was naturally very unfamiliar to them.

When they saw Li Mengyu and He Niaoniao, several peak masters vaguely guessed something but did not say much. Once Chang Qing's current identity was exposed, it would most likely bring a devastating disaster to the camp.

Li Mengyu was pulled away by several students of the handsome uncle and ran to the side to watch. He Niaoniao came to Fuxue and called him "Master" sweetly.

Chang Qing stood up, greeted the many peak masters, and then walked out of the tent. In order not to reveal his identity, he could not stay here.

"Yes, you have broken through to the Sea Breaking Realm. It seems that you have not slackened in your practice~" Fu Xue rubbed He Niaoniao's head, but his spiritual consciousness was always paying attention to the departing figure.

"Niao Niao, what happened today?" Fu Xue asked curiously.

Niao Niao shook her head: "I don't know. After coming here today and meeting the Grandpa Sect Master, Senior Brother sat there blankly until the evening, without moving a muscle."

He Niaoniao's thoughts were not that deep, so she didn't know what Changqing was thinking.

Fuxue frowned slightly, feeling that something was wrong with Changqing, but couldn't tell what was wrong.

……

When I went out, I found that the busy disciples all had wounds on their bodies. Although it was night, they forced themselves to be alert. Small teams gathered together, practicing magic power, healing their wounds, chatting to relieve boredom, or practicing.

Chang Qing moved among them, listening to everyone's conversations. They all hoped that the war would end quickly and that they could return to the sect as soon as possible.

There was fatigue that could not be concealed on everyone's face.

Changqing actually hesitated. Was his idea of ​​prolonging the war right or wrong?

His waist, which had been straight all along, bent quietly at this moment, just like Master Kong Xuan just now, as if he was carrying a mountain on his back.

He walked straight to the outside of the camp gate. A bonfire was lit in the distance. He looked at the disciples carefully from a direction far away from them and listened to their expectations. His mood became heavier.

In just one month, the Yuling Sect had lost more than 30% of its personnel. If they insisted on resisting, would it really make sense? Was a predetermined outcome really worth the lives of so many disciples?

The stars were twinkling, and I looked at the jumping flames for a long time.

Changqing's scattered gaze gradually became firm, and he already had the answer in his heart.

We need to defend! We need to defend in the face of the general trend; even if the general trend is no longer there, we still need to defend. Countless mortals behind us are still rushing to Xiongshan City. If we retreat now, where will these tens of millions of mortals be placed!

"Am I a sinner or a bad person?" The murmur drifted towards the horizon with the evening breeze.

"What a jerk!" A sudden and playful remark came into his ears.

The firelight in front of Changqing was blocked by someone. When he looked up, he saw a familiar figure standing in front of him. It was Yun Qinghan.

"Well, you came here without telling me and ran to this corner to relax by yourself. Xiao Qingzi, this is not your style!"

It was more of a ridicule than a delight. Yun Qinghan casually sat down on the grass next to Changqing.

"How did you recognize it was me?" Chang Qing was a little surprised. In order to prevent being recognized, he deliberately concealed his breath.

"You have that sultry, melancholy temperament that only a few people have. You always look like you have a lot on your mind. How could I not recognize you? I really don't know what you think about all day!"

Yun Qinghan took out some cold baked cakes and threw one to Changqing.

But he was caught by a hand in mid-air: "The person who can make Junior Sister Yun chat happily is Junior Brother Ji!"

Zhong Baixuan was taking a rest with his team when he accidentally saw Yun Qinghan sitting next to a stranger, and he suddenly felt a sense of crisis.

So I came to take a look, and when I heard the familiar voice, I immediately understood. But I certainly couldn't say it out loud, otherwise I would be laughed at by Changqing again.