Chapter 86 Reason

The sunset glow in the sky is scattered by the ice crystal film, and shines beautifully in her black pupils.

Xu Yuan was silent for two seconds and continued to ask softly:

"Are there any other reasons?"

"Other reasons?" Ran Qingmo asked.

"Other reasons for wanting to protect the sect, such as to the sect, to the brothers and sisters in the sect?"

Ran Qingmo's beautiful eyes looked a little confused:

"Brothers and sisters?"

After a brief recollection, she shook her head gently:

"I am always on Tianfeng Mountain and rarely see them."

Hearing this, Xu Yuan seemed to realize something, looked at her eyes gradually strangely, and asked:

"Ran Qingmo, how did you grow up?"

Ran Qingmo’s answer was simple:

"Cultivation."

"Except for practicing."

"Sword practice."

"Besides practicing swordsmanship?"

"Well, I used to sleep and eat."

"Is there anything else?"

"Does practicing calligraphy count?"

"."Xu Yuan.

Well, no wonder this big ice lump has such a personality.

With a slight cough, Xu Yuan took a breath and asked again:

"Are you doing this just because you will be the future leader?"

Ran Qingmo's eyes were a little confused:

"..What if?"

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Xu Yuan lowered his eyes and remained silent.

A reason so pure and free of impurities.

Not because of the sense of belonging, not because of the friendship between teachers, but just because it has been like this since childhood.

Ran Qingmo was born for Tianyuan Sword Sect.

Ran Qingmo looked at Xu Yuan, his eyes flashing with a certain light, and he carefully tested:

"Xu Yuan, you said you could help me, is it true?"

Regarding this question, Xu Yuan did not answer immediately this time.

The destruction of the Tianyuan Sword Sect was a major event in Cangyuan, but the plot of Cangyuan has already deviated from the established track, running wildly towards Xu Yuan's unknown direction like a wild horse.

Now Xu Yuan and he are probably able to take advantage only of those opportunities that have never been born, as well as the personalities and pasts of some characters.

He no longer has the confidence to save Jian Zong.

Ran Qingmo watched him lower his eyes and said nothing for a long time, and the light in his beautiful eyes gradually dimmed:

"No way"

"It's not impossible."

"." Her beautiful eyes widened slightly.

Xu Yuan raised his eyes to look at the other party and said with a smile:

"I want to travel now, and that's why I want to help you."

Ran Qingmo subconsciously took a step forward and grabbed the corner of his bloody clothes with gold patterns:

"..Really?"

Xu Yuan glanced at the corner of his clothes that was being pulled, raised his eyes to meet hers, and asked in a serious tone:

"But, do you believe me?"

Can she trust him?

He is now the third son of the Prime Minister's Mansion, and the core figure of the force that is about to destroy the Tianyuan Sword Sect.

If he chooses to lie to her, the Tianyuan Sword Sect will only be destroyed faster under the guidance of various information.

Ran Qingmo was stunned for a moment, staring at Xu Yuan for a few breaths:

"But, you are Xu Yuan."

"I am also Xu Changtian." Xu Yuan.

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Ran Qingmo bit the corner of his lip lightly, his eyes lowered and silent for a long time, but he still held on to the corner of his clothes without letting go:

"I have no other choice"

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Hearing this, Xu Yuan sighed slightly, raised his hand to brush her hair from her temples, and smiled at her:

"Ran Qingmo, I can work hard to provide you with an opportunity, but I'm not sure whether this opportunity will come, and even if it comes, it will ultimately depend on your master's decision.

"Of course, his decision may not count."

The name of the Xiangguo Mansion determines that all its power is concentrated in his father, but the sect does not have the final say just by the head.

After thousands of years of evolution, the sect has already become a complex complex of interests.

The Presbyterian Church, its major families, and even emerging grassroots factions can influence a sect's final decision-making when they are strong.

The most Xu Yuan can do is to ask the father for a chance on behalf of Ran Qingmo.

Whether the final thing can be achieved is still unknown.

Listening to his ambiguous answer, Ran Qingmo nodded without hesitation:

"Well, okay!"

Xu Yuan retracted his hand, chuckled and shook his head.

It seems that this big ice lump is really desperate. She must have tried every method she could think of before coming to him.

Since the promise has been made, he also needs to know the corresponding information.

Xu Yuan asked:

"Ran Qingmo, let me ask you a question."

"What?" Ran Qingmo's mood obviously became better.

Xu Yuan asked calmly:

"What have you done since our last separation?"

"I went to Qingfeng Mountain and Biluo Valley, um. I also went back to Tianyuan Mountain." Ran Qingmo truthfully explained his itinerary.

A little memory,

Xu Yuan remembered that Qingfeng Mountain and Biluo Valley were the locations of two major mountain gates in the territory:

"You went there to lobby them?"

"Well, but they didn't believe what I said."

"." Xu Yuan was dumbfounded.

If these people can believe it, then there are ghosts.

During these days, Xu Yuan learned a lot about things through his own internal research.

The relationship between the Prime Minister's Mansion, the imperial court, and the sect are all inconsistent with the information he knew in his previous life.

The Imperial Master didn't believe that the Prime Minister's Mansion wanted to destroy the Jianzong, not because the old man and his father were friends, but because this kind of thing had happened in the past.

It's the establishment of the Tian'an Martial Arts School that Zhou Chen mentioned.

This was a preliminary attempt made by the Prime Minister's Office and the current emperor, but the sect was not a fool and reacted extremely fiercely.

When the situation was at its most tense, the imperial capital's city defense formation was activated, and Wu Chenghou received orders to lead his troops back to the capital at any time.
To be continued...