Master told me to cultivate demons, what should I do?

Evening cold peak:

"You sneaked down the mountain again?" In the study, Qing Qi reproachfully looked at Qing Jue who was standing in front of him holding a pastry.

Qing Jue handed the cake in front of Qing Qi, watched Qing Qi pick up a piece and ate it, and said with a smile: "Now that Master knows, it's not considered secret."

Qing Qi ate the pastry in his hand, and said: "There is no important thing in the future, so don't go down the mountain casually."

"For disciples, it is of course the most important thing for Master to be happy."

"...Then you go to rest for me now, don't go down the mountain casually." Qingqi concealed her embarrassment.

Qing Jue lowered his eyes and said: "Master, I know that I can't compare with the person who has lived in your heart for a hundred years, but I just want to compare, at least I can die thoroughly if I give up my heart."

Qingqi turned around not to look at him, and said in a strict voice: "I'm going to rest as a teacher, you go down! Don't say such things in the future."

"That kind of words? As far as Master is concerned, is there anything that cannot be said to you?" Qing Jue lowered his eyes, walked towards Qing Qi step by step with the pastry in his hand, Qing Qi took a few steps back, but the table behind him made him There is no way to go backwards.

Qing Jue pursed his lips, leaning close to Qing Qi's ear, his hoarse voice was stained with a smile, and said: "I really don't understand, Master, can you explain clearly? If Master speaks, the disciple will definitely obey."

Qingjue's exhaled breath sprayed on Qingqi's ears, causing Qingqi's ears to blush, he opened his mouth, and said after a while: "I'm going to rest..."

"Really? I don't think Master really wants to rest."

Qing Qi gritted his teeth, looked up at Qing Jue, and said, "Are you the master or am I the master? Do you still need to see?"

"Okay then." Qing Jue put the cakes in his hands on the table, and said with a smile, "Then the master wants to eat these, but the disciple went down the mountain to buy them after much difficulty."

"Understood, can I go out?" Qingqi was slightly annoyed.

"Okay, but...cough cough..." Qingjue suddenly took a few steps back, and after getting a little far away from Qingjue, he covered his mouth and coughed.

Hearing Qing Jue's cough, Qing Qi stepped forward and asked, "What's wrong with you? Didn't you clean up the spiritual power last time?"

Qing Jue put down his hand covering his mouth, and covered his heart again, his heart was stabbed in pain, as if another silver needle was piercing his heart, causing him to bend over in pain.

Qing Qi's indistinct voice sounded beside her ears, the pupils in her eyes were slowly shrinking, and the hair tie on her head shone slightly.

Realizing that something was wrong with him, Qing Jue didn't care where he was, and shouted at Qing Qi: "Stay away from me, get out, get out for me."

Qing Qi was taken aback by Qing Jue's sudden anger, and after thinking of something, he said to Qing Jue: "I... I have a book about how to heal demons in my room, I'll get it, you... you hold back."

"Get out!" Qing Jue didn't know what Qing Qi said, he just felt that the spiritual power in his body was becoming more and more uncontrollable.

If Qingqi stays here any longer, he's afraid that he won't be able to bear it...

Gradually Qingjue felt bursts of noise in his ears, the environment in front of him became blurred, and sweat dripped from his forehead to the ground.

The bright moonlight fell on Mo Chen's body. Mo Chen walked out from the Library Pavilion, holding a book in his hand, and slowly walked back to the place where he lives now.

Even at night, there were still some disciples practicing swords outside, but they deliberately controlled the volume of their voices, so as not to wake up those sleeping disciples.

The evening wind blew Mo Chen's hair, and a black shadow flashed not far from him, and it disappeared in an instant.

Mo Chen frowned slightly, speeded up, and didn't stop until there was no one there.

A man in a black cloak also appeared not far behind him, that man walked towards Mo Chen step by step, when he was not far from Mo Chen...

Swish——Hua Ling Sword appeared in Mo Chen's hand, turned slightly sideways, the sword cut off the hair around his ears, the hat on the cloak slipped off, and a face Mo Chen was very familiar with appeared in front of him.

"Suo Xiaoyan? What are you doing at night?" Hua Lingjian disappeared, and Mo Chen frowned at the person in front of him.

The man looked at Mo Chen in front of him, his eyes were touched for a long time, and he even didn't believe in Mo Chen's existence, so he hurried forward and hugged Mo Chen.

Mo Chen frowned, and said in disgust: "What are you doing? It's so disgusting."

"Sorry……"

"Huh? You got it." Mo Chen knew it was Mu Leng's matter as soon as he heard it. In fact, he also knew that Shuo Yan could guess it, so there was nothing to hide.

The man nodded, tears flowed from his eyes, he looked very embarrassed, if Mo Chen was more careful, he might find that this man is much older than Shuo Yan.

"I know, I know, I'm sorry... I'm sorry..." I will never let you have an accident this time.

The man's voice was much lower and hoarse, but Mo Chen mistook what he said as something about Mu Leng.

Mo Chen sighed: "I never realized that you can cry too."

"Huh? Who wouldn't cry... It's just that no one has seen it before." The man wiped away the tears on his face and let go of Mo Chen.

"Hmm." Looking at his familiar face, Mo Chen felt a little weird but couldn't tell why, but his eyes accidentally saw the wine in his hand.

Asked: "Are you here to ask me to drink? Fourth Master Uncle won't be angry?"

When he heard Qingyou's name, the expression on the man's face obviously froze for a second, then he recovered, and said with a smile: "I told Master, how about a pot?"

"It's okay, I may not have had a drink for a long time." Mo Chen looked at the wine in his hand, his mouth was a little hungry.

Afterwards, they drank here. Mo Chen sat on the rock, looked at the bright moon in the sky, and asked, "...why does Master like Grand Master?"

Rather than saying it is for others, it is better to say that he is asking himself.

The man narrowed his eyes, looked at Mo Chen in front of him and said, "Su, stay away from the people of Qing Xuanzong, don't like him."

Mo Chen lowered his head, looked at the man inexplicably, and said, "You are also from Qing Xuanzong."

"Yes!" The man stretched his waist, changed to a comfortable position to drink, and stopped talking.

Mo Chen raised his head and continued to look at Mingyue.

A few days later, everyone in Qing Xuanzong knew that Qing Qi was going to be a Taoist couple with Ye Zhiying, and some people said that Qing Qi came out of Ye Zhiying's room one day, looking like...

"Making it up!" Qing Bu slapped the table in dissatisfaction, his face was full of anger.

"Why are you excited?" Mo Chen sat on the couch in front of the window, looked at Qing Jue, "Besides, he didn't object to the third uncle coming out of that Ye Zhiying room."

"Then you take it as a default?" Qing Jue automatically directed his anger at Mo Chen when he heard Mo Chen's protection of Ye Zhiying.

Seeing his reaction, Mo Chen put the book in his hand on the table, looked at the angry Qing Jue in front of him, and said to Shuo who was sitting in front of the desk practicing handwriting, "Does he not want others to tell the truth?"

Shuo Yan raised his eyes slightly, glanced at Qing Jue, and said in a flat tone: "It seems that the blow is quite big, let him sulk with himself for a while."

"Oh!" Mo Chen nodded, then looked at Qing Jue again, and couldn't help teasing him: "Qing Jue, tell me, does this count as your loss? Ye Zhiying wants to become the third uncle's Taoist companion ..."

Bang - a book hit the wall next to Mo Chen accurately, Mo Chen looked at Qing Jue who threw the book at him, met Qing Jue's eyes, and shut his mouth honestly, not deepening Qing Jue's anger up.

"I said..." Sensing their movement, Shuo Yan put down the brush in his hand and asked Du Die to put all the books back on the shelf.

Afterwards, Du Die poured another cup of tea for him and put it in his hand. After taking a sip calmly, Shuo Nian thought about it and said, "Master, go to Hanfeng to discuss with other uncles and uncles. Bo and Ye Zhiying held a ceremony."

"Ritual? What kind of ceremony? They... They become Taoist couples, and there is such a thing?" Qing Jue was completely annoyed when he heard Shuo Yan's words.

"Of course, after all, the third uncle is the suzerain of Qing Xuanzong, and Ye Zhiying is a young and promising cultivator in the world of cultivating immortals. How can I say that the two of them are together, and they are also very popular." Mo Chen replied.

Shuo Yan echoed: "Indeed, but, are you sure you don't want to restore your image? I heard from Ju Zi that you haven't been going down the mountain every day to buy pastries for the third uncle?"

"Ah!" Qing Jue seemed to be thinking of something, reached out and patted his forehead, and said to Shuo Yan: "Shuo Xiaoyan, you reminded me, I have to go down the mountain, I will go first, and I will find you when I come back." .”

After finishing speaking, Qing Jue ran away in a hurry.

After Qing Jue left, Mo Chen looked at Shuo Yan meaningfully, and said, "If I remember correctly, the ceremony you mentioned is tomorrow."

"Smart, but it's a pity that Qing Jue was too anxious, causing him to forget." Shuo Yan nodded, he was indeed right, his master had indeed gone to Hanfeng to discuss matters with Qing Qi and Ye Zhiying.

Who can blame this?I can only blame Qing Jue for being so angry that he lost even the most basic judgment.

The setting sun had already set, and Qing Jue returned to Emperor Xuanzong of Qing Dynasty with the pastry he had just bought down the mountain. On the way to find Qing Qi, he happened to meet Zhi Xing and others.

"Yo! Junior Brother Qing Jue, where are you going? Are you looking for Master? Master doesn't want to see anyone now." A disciple next to Zhixing looked Qing Jue up and down with his eyes.

Hearing this sentence, Qing Jue curled his lips and said with a smile: "That's it! Then I won't go looking for it, I can go tomorrow."

Another disciple was displeased with his smiling face, and said, "What are you looking for? How dare you look for Master if you don't practice all day long?"

"Ah! You probably forgot! Our Junior Brother Qingjue, he is a Demon Cultivator! Demon Cultivator, how can he practice with us?" One of the disciples said strangely.

Another person continued: "That's right, after all, it's a demon... Cultivation! How can that kind of demonic way be the same as our cultivation of immortals?"

"The way of evil spirits? In your eyes, only cultivating immortals is the right way?" Hearing these words, a dark light flashed in Qing Jue's eyes.

"What are you..."

"Calm down, I'll talk to him." Zhixing patted the shoulder of the disciple who was about to curse just now, and walked in front of Qingjue himself.

Gentlely said: "That's not what I said, Junior Brother Qingjue, I think you also know that there is a price for cultivating demons, and it is not something ordinary people can cultivate."

"That's right, only monsters can be repaired." One person said.

Qing Jue lowered his eyes, smiled instead of anger: "Do you know what the ridiculous thing I've heard is? Others are stronger than you, you call others a monster, others are weaker than you, you call others a waste."

"Oh? Brother, did you say this to me?" Zhixing's eyes were not friendly.

Qing Jue shook his head: "No, how dare I call you a senior brother. You are not yet qualified to be my senior brother."

After saying this, Qing Jue took a few steps back, but just happened to bump into the disciple who appeared behind him at some point, and the disciple reached out and grabbed Qing Jue's hands and clasped them behind his back.