Traveling through memoirs

When Qing Luo woke up, it was already pitch black, and the moonlight shone through the window paper, scattering all over the ground, and one could clearly see fine dust churning in the milky white halo.

Staring blankly for half a cup of tea, the blank brain started to function again, the memory came back, and I finally remembered that I fell into a coma due to internal force backlash.

Prolonged coma leads to severe dehydration, dry lips, whitening and peeling.Licking his lips, the saliva softened the dead skin that had dried up, biting a piece of dead skin on his lower lip with his teeth biting, tearing off a piece of dead skin, a burst of sharp killing pain.The dry throat made Qing Luo swallow a few times subconsciously, but it caused a dry cough. Qing Luo propped up her elbows, wanting to get out of bed to drink water.The joints made a 'creaking' scream, as if the dead wood was about to be broken.

Closing her eyes and calming down, Qing Luo turned over and got up.

Every muscle in the body is protesting and rebelling, stiff and sore, and mixed pains are coming; but this is not over, the meridians are also joining in the fun, and sharp tingling and itching erupt with every small movement Come.After finally sitting on the edge of the bed, Qing Luo's whole body seemed to have just been fished out of the water, completely soaked.

Biting her lower lip, Qing Luo just wanted to yell at this wicked creator of martial arts.

"Pavilion Master?" Ever since Qing Luo became the Master of the Shadow Pavilion, the Shadow Guards no longer hid their tracks in front of Qing Luo.Even Ying Shishi, who was waiting on Qing Luo, moved away from the main entrance instead of haunting like a wandering spirit.

"Come in." His throat was dry, and he gritted his teeth when he spoke, so Qing Luo's voice was naturally hard to hear.

The person outside the door was obviously stunned for a moment before opening the door and coming in.

"Don't light the wax, pour me a glass of water."

Hearing what Qing Luo said, Ying Eleven obediently poured a cup of tea and warmed it with internal force, then brought it to Qing Luo.

Feeling uncomfortable all over, and didn't even want to lift her arms, Qing Luo drank up the water with Ying Shiyi's hand, and her throat became more moist.

"Huh..." He let out a long breath, and Qing Luo let herself breathe directly on the bed like a potsticker.

Fortunately, Ying Eleven has a good eye, so he didn't let Qing Luo just 'piaji' on the bed. Before he fell down, he helped him with his hand and put him gently on the bed.

Rolling her eyes, Qing Luo said, "I'm fine." Then she closed her eyes and continued to sleep.

After all, it's better to fall asleep, but every minute of waking is quite painful.

Just half asleep and half awake for the whole night, Qing Luo woke up before dawn the next day, her eyes open in a daze without focus.

In fact, since entering the [Piaomiao Pavilion], Qing Luo stopped practicing, and even consciously suppressed the movement of true qi, but even so, she couldn’t hold back the accumulation of dripping water and wearing stones. The true qi grew slowly at a snail’s pace for three years. Pushed him into the abyss of the ninth floor.

This was just the first time he suffered such torture. It was hard for Qing Luo to imagine how he would be tormented in the second attack, not to mention that he felt that he would not be able to hold on for long, and would definitely blow up into a firework in the end.Qing Luo suddenly admired Qing Ziyan a little bit, he insisted on not looking for a man for so long, he is a real man.

"Ah..." Thinking wildly that it was daybreak, the sun pierced her eyes through the window paper, turned her head to the side and turned her dazzled eyeballs, Qing Luo turned over and got up.

After a night of rest and recovery, my body is not as uncomfortable as when I just woke up yesterday, and my activities are much more flexible.

Putting on her clothes and putting on her boots, Qing Luo was about to push the door out when she bumped into Yingcao who rushed in through the door.Although Qing Luo looked thin, his muscles were strong and his feet were strong.Yingcao bumped into Qing Luo's chest, Qing Luo didn't move at all, Yingcao squatted down after being bounced, and blood came out of her nose.

"Ah..." Yingcao lowered her head and covered her nose, the nosebleed dripped, flowing from her fingers to her wrist.

Even though Yingcao's nosebleed did not touch Qing Luo's body at all, he subconsciously took a step back and looked at the few drops of nosebleed on the ground with disgust: "Come in without knocking, you deserve it."

Having said that, Qing Luo found a handkerchief and threw it to Yingcao.

Picking up the handkerchief and making it into a ball, Yingcao blocked her nose with one hand and stood up on the ground with the other: "The dog bit Lu Dongbin, I came here to see if you are dead, and collect your body."

"Did you see it? Then leave as soon as you saw it." Qing Luo said, adjusted her collar and stepped out: "Did Elder Lei say he has any plans? Are you still trying to get Qing Ke's and me's attention?"

When Qing Ziyan came back yesterday, Qing Luo was already unconscious, so naturally she didn't know what happened afterwards.

Covering her nose, Yingcao stuffed two pills into her mouth, and it took a while to stop the nosebleed.Wrapping her fingers with a handkerchief, Yingcao exerted great strength to wipe away the dried blood, and wanted to restore to Qing Luo the situation when Qing Ziyan came back yesterday.

Scratching the back of her neck, Qing Luo turned her head and looked down at Yingcao who was following behind him: "Wait a minute, do you call Qing Ziyan a teacher's wife? You mean, he has an affair with your master?"

"What do you mean...you speak so...vulgarly..."

Listening to Yingcao's words, it is a tacit consent that Qing Ziyan has indeed gotten along with her master.

"Your master, man?" Qing Luo continued to ask with great interest.

"What do you want... Aren't you a man too? Isn't Chen Ling a man too?" Yingcao curled her lips, looking at Qing Luo with unkind eyes.

"Good boy..." Thinking of Qing Ziyan struggling for so long, suffering several times more pain than her own, and finally unable to get rid of the fate of messing with men, Qing Luo almost couldn't bear it. Stop laughing out loud.

People are like this, when their own life is not good, they feel uncomfortable and want to cry; but once they see other people's life is more miserable than themselves, they immediately resurrect with full blood, feeling that the sky is much bluer than usual.

But the gloating is over, and what should be done still has to be done.Qing Ziyan has already spoken, and Qing Luo and Qing Ke still have to deal with the mess of the four sects.

Staying in [Piaomiao Pavilion] for the past three years, Qing Luo deeply felt that 'a big tree is good for enjoying the shade, and it is easy to do things with a lot of people. 'The profound meaning of this sentence.

With [Piao Miao Pavilion] as a backer, disciples only need to report their names to avoid a lot of trouble.And the elders are even more proud, their only task is to take action when the sect is in crisis, and at other times they only need to practice, there is a sect to provide the necessities of life, and there is no need to worry about giving birth at all.

Originally, Qing Luo helped 【Purple Mist Valley】 out of reluctance, but she was born in 【Purple Mist Valley】involuntarily.I only hope that I will be successful in cultivation in the future, and I will no longer be afraid of being chased and killed by decent people. When the time comes, the sea will be wide enough for fish to leap, and the sky will be high for birds to fly.

However, after experiencing various things in [Piaomiao Pavilion], Qing Luo felt more and more that [Purple Mist Valley] should be done well, preferably better than the four major sects, and become the number one sect in the Central Plains martial arts.At that time, Qing Luo can be like the elders of the four sects, focusing on being a rice bug, and only taking action when the sect is in crisis.

With such considerations in mind, Qing Luo really can't be so free and easy, just say no to doing it.

After all, Qing Luo's happy life in the future is still counting on [Purple Mist Valley], a big seedling!The most urgent task is to cultivate the [Purple Smoke Valley], a small sapling rustling in the cold wind, into a towering tree.

Zhengzheng took the opportunity for more than two months, it is impossible to wash his face and lick his fur quietly like a well-behaved kitten.This period of time is enough for them to do things.Therefore, in order to prevent them from making troubles, 【Purple Mist Valley】 must preemptively strike and make troubles quickly.

Thinking of this, Qing Luo stepped a little faster, and hurried to find Qing Ke to discuss how to do things.

But before he reached the conference hall, he saw Qing Ke walking towards him in a hurry.

"What happened?"

"Chen Ling is here."

Qing Luo was startled, and then realized: "Where is he?"

"It's in the council hall." Seeing Qing Luo's eyes squinting at him, Qing Ke coughed twice and explained: "The people down the mountain didn't stop him, he just broke in."

Withdrawing her eyes, Qing Luo was too lazy to talk to Qing Ke: "Bring him here."

Originally, I thought that I would have to spend a lot of time talking, but I didn't expect Qing Luo to be unbelievably clean.Loosing his throat, Qing Ke planned to bring the person over himself.

After pinching the bridge of her nose, Qing Luo sat down on the stone bench in the courtyard.

According to the dosage he gave Chen Ling, he should have woken up last night, but he didn't expect that the other party arrived at [Purple Mist Valley] early this morning.

Eighty-nine times out of ten, Chen Ling came to him after he figured out the whole story.

Leaning on the stone table with her chin leaning on her head, Qing Lu tilted her head, thinking about how to explain these things to Chen Ling.

However, explanations belong to explanations. If Chen Ling had to pursue the matter endlessly, he would cut the mess quickly and break it up quickly.

No matter how selfish and indifferent Qing Luo behaved, he was not hard-hearted.Chen Ling's careful care will still move him; Chen Ling's silent devotion will still move him.

Even though she was a fool once, Qing Luo couldn't help but trust Chen Ling again, and couldn't help but want to try to get close to someone again.

Qing Luo felt that she either lacked love in her previous life and lacked a lot, which led to the brilliance of a little love in this life; or she was slapped in Stockholm by Chen Ling, and she only remembered the sweetness of the slap but not the pain.

Once bitten, twice shy.Qing Luo was very timid, so she decided to let herself have a long memory, remembering to eat but not remembering to beat was absolutely unacceptable.If he can't guarantee that he won't get hurt again, then he would rather give up this relationship as soon as possible.

Long-term pain is worse than short-term pain, and the scars cannot be allowed to rot deeper and bigger for the sake of temporary comfort.Now that you know it is a piece of rotten meat, dig it out as soon as possible to prevent it from spreading.

Qing Luo repeatedly brainwashed herself, 'No matter how gentle and considerate the protagonist is, he is just a quiet snake and scorpion. This kind of gentleness can be hidden as far as possible; what the protagonist's aura is, I can't afford it and can hide it. '

"Qing Luo..."

Hearing the familiar voice, Qing Luo turned her head.Even though Qing Luo's name was called, Chen Ling's people were still far away, walking quickly, their white clothes fluttering in the wind.

Blinking her eyes, Qing Luo wanted to see more clearly, but Chen Ling had already stood in front of Qing Luo within a short time.

Chen Lingchang breathed a sigh of relief, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "It's good that you're fine."

"It's over..." Qing Luo stared at the tired Chen Ling with a pair of peach blossom eyes, "I can't stop the pain..."