I heard Master doesn't love me

A year later, a vision suddenly appeared in the sky above Wangxuan Peak.

Lu Ji sat in meditation on the top of Wuji Peak, and opened his eyes as if feeling something.

He looked at Wangxuan Peak from afar: there, the always-on light curtain slowly dimmed, and then suddenly went out.

"Boom!" The sky was thunderous and cloudy.

He stood up and wanted to move forward, but was held back by a person.Xu Zhenghao pulled his shoulders and said with a smile: "Junior brother, don't worry, if you want to make a spiritual weapon, you need to go through a thunder calamity. As long as it is not the nine-fold thunder calamity where the divine weapon is born, those thunders will not be able to beat Master Xuanji."

He smiled reassuringly: "Junior brother, wait a little longer, don't worry."

Lu Ji knew that what Xu Zhenghao said was right, and he also knew that he could only add to the chaos in the past.

However, when he thought of meeting Master, he had no patience at all.

In the end, Lu Ji still stood quietly on Wuji Peak, looking at Wangxuan Peak.

There, the thunder that had been simmering for a long time finally poured down, carrying a shocking power, directly facing a black wooden sword that was slowly rising into the sky.

The moment the two came into contact, Thunder was silently split in two, and then the power dissipated.

In this way, it is effortless like chopping melons and vegetables.

Xu Zhenghao sighed and said: "I can't describe it, the divine power has arrived, Master Uncle is worthy of being the leader of Daoist cultivators!"

Lu Ji stared at those thunderbolts until the cloud dissipated, then he hurried away with his sword.

Xu Zhenghao looked at Lu Ji's back with some hesitation, turned his head and met Zou Wuyi's eyes, and saw that Zou Wuyi's eyes were full of disapproval.

He sighed: I only hope that in the future, Junior Brother Daoyi and Uncle Xuanji...

He calculated the time in his mind, and suddenly realized that today was exactly the date for Junior Brother Daobo to leave the customs. He couldn't help but feel that his uncle's calculations were accurate and considerate.

As soon as Lu Yiguan left the customs, he received a voice transmission from his master and rushed to Wangxuan Peak immediately.

As soon as he landed, he saw several elders looking at him enviously, their eyes lingering on the Hall of Nothing, but they left one after another in the end.

His heart moved: Master's refining is finished?

Lu Yiguan suppressed the excitement in his heart, walked in with a smile, and saluted Xuan Ji who was sitting in the master's seat: "I greet Master, this disciple has successfully formed an alchemy."

Xuan Ji nodded with a smile, glanced at him appreciatively, and then turned back to his own hands.Lu Yiguan's eyes followed, and he saw a black and dark iron folding fan gently held in Xuanji's hand.

Xuanji lightly threw the fan towards Lu Yiguan: "Daobo, let's see if it suits you."

Lu Yiguan raised his hand to catch it, but felt that his hand was cold and the size was right.He quickly unfolded his fan, the fan surface was clean and unpainted, but a magic circle was secretly engraved on it.

Lu Yiguan squinted his eyes and stroked the fan bone, and suddenly said: "This is... a rhinoceros armor?"

Xuan Ji nodded with a smile, and said again: "This fan was carefully designed by me. You have just formed an alchemy now, and you are just getting used to each other."

Lu Yiguan nodded with a smile: "Master, this disciple has just left the customs and has just completed his golden core. He wants to go to the martial arts hall to hone his skills, so he will leave for the time being."

"it is good."

After Lu Yiguan left, Xuan Ji turned his head to Lu Ji, and while throwing a long black object to him, he said: "You should also look at yours."

Lu Ji caught it and took a closer look: it was a knife.

It is exactly the same as the knife in the previous life, with the right size and simple style, but there is a small magic circle on the hilt: the double magic circle.

It is engraved as two carp chasing each other, one white and one black, with wind beads in the middle.

Lu Jizai looked at the knife carefully, felt the unevenness of Pisces with his fingertips, and smiled unconsciously.

Xuan Ji suddenly asked: "Have you ever thought about what kind of name to give this knife?"

Lu Ji paused his hands, and he kept looking down at the knife, shaking his head slowly: "I never thought about it."

He raised his head slowly, meeting Xuanji's gaze: "Does Master have any ideas?"

Xuanji's eyes and pupils are as clear and shallow as water, and he said in a meaningful way: "Stop thinking."

He stared at Lu Ji, with eyes that see through everything but unswervingly insist: "This knife can call out thoughts. Cut off obsessions, and the state of mind is clear."

Lu Ji suppressed the anger in his heart, and said with a smile: "People who practice Taoism respect nature and nature, such a vigorous and sharp name, it seems that it is not very suitable..."

Xuanji's hanging hand slowly stroked the Pohuang sword he put aside, with a firm expression: "If you want to break it, you will not be disturbed by it. People always think that they are omnipotent, but..."

"Master! Are you saying that cultivators must obey the destiny?" Lu Ji suddenly interrupted him and asked.

Xuan Ji didn't care about his rudeness, but was suddenly provoked by his words, showing a mocking expression: "Destiny? What is that?"

He didn't know why, his eyes became sharp, and his face was covered with frost: "Tiandao thinks everything is under control, but he doesn't know..."

He pursed his lips again, restrained his expression, and continued to say to Lu Ji after a while: "Dao Yi, you are still young, give up..."

"Master!" Lu Ji interrupted him: "This disciple has already started all over again!"

Xuan Ji looked at his stubborn face, and said: "That can't be seen..."

"Master, in fact, I quite like to pronounce this name off." Lu Ji chuckled.

Xuan Ji looked a little confused, but still looked straight at Lu Ji.

"Disciple, this thought can't be stopped, and it doesn't matter if you stop or not. But, Master, you are the one who needs to stop thinking the most!"

Lu Ji's eyes were hot, and for some reason, there was a strong confidence in his expression: "You hinted at the disciple so repeatedly, is the disciple trapped by obsession, or is the master honoring you?"

Xuan Ji was burned by his eyes, and finally looked away, but remained silent.

Lu Ji twirled the knife in his hand a few times, and then said: "Stop thinking, quit thinking, who wants to stop, who should stop, who is thinking, and who doesn't need to think, it's already clear."

Xuan Ji sighed: "It's up to you."

He began to change the subject: "We will be leaving for Tiandu in half a month. You should go back and prepare well. Now that it's getting late, go back and rest."

Lu Ji replied: "Disciple obeys."

He folded the scabbard knife into his arms, and said with a smile, "I like the Niannian Saber made by Master very much, thank you Master!"

"The disciple retire."

Lu Ji slowly walked back to his room, and just as he closed the door, he angrily threw the Duan Nian Dao to the ground!

He had a hostile look on his face, and the dark tide in the sea of ​​consciousness was surging, and even the Qinglian knife, which was sealed in the depths, let out a clear cry.

He slowly squatted down, picked up the Duannian Knife, stroked the handle and scabbard inch by inch, and touched the delicate double fish relief on the other side of the scabbard.

His anger seemed to be quenched by water, and all kinds of thoughts rushed to his heart.

Pisces...

He held the Duan Nian Dao tightly, feeling happy and sad at the same time.

The joy is that Master does have unusual and indescribable feelings for him.

The sad thing is that kind of feeling was suppressed by Master for some reason... Master is not that kind of old man, nor is he that kind of cold hearted person...

Others don't know, but as Master's disciple, how could he not know that Master's ruthless way of mind is following the path of deep affection...

Lu Ji put the Duannian Knife into the Qiankun bag, walked to the inner room, recalled all kinds of past life: Maybe what Wen Jizi said was right, the master really has admiration for him, otherwise it would not be revealed in the details... ...But, why... does Master suppress himself?

In the middle of the night, Xuanji sat alone in Wuwu Hall, without lighting and the door was closed.

He recalled the conversation just now and everything after Lu Ji's appearance, only to realize that he was so despicable and shameless.

He pressed the carp on the Powang Sword with his finger, his eyes were dark like abyss.

In fact, he has always cared about it, right?Luji is special.From the moment Lu Ji appeared on the spirit screen, until today.

He clearly knew that Lu Ji's mind was unstable and he was infatuated with him, but he always indulged him in what he said and said, and even rushed to rescue him many times, his thoughts were obvious.Today, Lu Ji must have thought that he had seen through his thoughts, and he was full of fighting spirit.

but……

Xuanji pressed down the Powang sword forcefully, and the uneven relief squeezed his palm.

However, are those cares and differences that are unconsciously revealed really his heart?

Articles!Xuanji!

Is that the expression of your true feelings because of your love and pity?Or are you trapped in the ascension for thousands of years, born with demons, and now you cling to the only hope by all means, even at the expense of misleading other people's feelings?

In the sky above Taiwangzong, in the gloomy sky, there were dark and strange clouds.

A gust of wind rose, pouring into the Hall of Nothing with the window wide open, and blowing a stack of books.

A book with a fancy cover that was pressed at the bottom was blown to Xuanji.

The paper fluttered and finally stopped.

For some reason, Xuanji cast his eyes on that book, only to find out that it was written by his old friend... Taibai Master Qin Qianhui.

He suddenly became helpless, and looked at the title of the book with some amusement: The Overbearing Sovereign's Cold-hearted Artifact Refiner.

He took a closer look and found that the page he turned to was a dialogue:

"Taixuan Daoist's face is full of nana: 'But...'

Daoist Taibai said categorically, "No but! '

'Taixuan, don't think too much, don't use your reason, use your heart to think, to think.If you wish to do that, and like to do it, what is the reason and what does it matter? '"

He suddenly thought of that woman with bright eyes and those two equally special men ten thousand years ago...

Xuanji smiled faintly, with an inconceivably gentle expression, but there was sadness hidden in his eyes.

He got up and packed the book, looked at the direction it flew from, his expression suddenly became serious, walked slowly over, and put it back in its original place.

He pressed the stack of books with a strangely indifferent expression, staring eyes, and his heart was full of hostility that he didn't know how to get rid of.

He slowly showed a mocking expression: "Heaven? Heaven? What is that?"

Dark thunder rolled in the sky, and the breath in the air was chilling.

Xuan Ji slowly restrained his mocking expression again, with an indifferent expression: "Sarcasm? What am I?"

He turned around, walked out of the Hall of Nothing, came to the back of the hall, and sat by the pond.

He waved his hand, and a fishing rod appeared in his palm, and then he threw it steadily into the middle of the pond, causing a circle of waves.

He looked at the rippling pond and slowly smiled.

His eyes are as gentle as water.

The dark clouds in the sky dissipated, and the moonlight shone faintly.

The moonlight shines on the window of the Wuji Hall, reflecting Xuanhuo's lonely but sad figure.

He looked at the bright moonlight and felt the calm air, and he was slowly relieved.

He thought of the rumors secretly circulating in the door, and the past 11 years, and his heart was full of disappointment.

Junior brother Xuanji's obsession...

And... Junior Brother Xuanji and Nephew Daoyi...

The sky is like a moat, how can it be...

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