Traveling through memoirs

It was already dark when Qing Luo woke up again.Chen Ling supported the weight of his entire body with the small half of his buttocks sitting on the bed, wrapped Qing Luo's ankles with his wide and thick palms, and rubbed Qing Luo with medicinal oil by the flickering candlelight.

Chen Ling, who had been paying attention to Qing Luo's movement all the time, naturally noticed that Qing Luo had woken up immediately.

"Awake, are you hungry? I've been letting the kitchen cook porridge for you. Do you want to eat it now?" While speaking, Chen Ling stuffed Qing Luo's feet back under the bed.

Without answering, Qing Luo kicked off the quilt directly, and sent her feet to Chen Ling's arms again.

Chen Ling laughed, and after sitting down again, he filled his palms with medicinal oil, warmed it up, and then massaged each of Qing Luo's toes: "Aren't you hungry? You haven't eaten all day."

Qing Luo didn't make a sound, and stared at Chen Ling with a pair of eyes.

Probably because he was afraid that the candlelight would be too bright to wake Qing Luo up, Chen Ling only lit a chunky candle, and the floor candlestick was moved in front of Chen Ling so that he could give Qing Luo a massage.

The candle must have been burning for a while and hadn't been trimmed. The faint flame shivered and scattered the light halo onto Chen Ling's side face, leaving a well-defined shadow on the opposite wall.

This is the first time Qing Luo went to Chen Ling so carefully in three years.

The slightly immature outline that stayed in Qing Luo's mind did not know when it faded away, leaving only Chen Ling with a face as cold as a knife.

"Why do you keep looking at me?" After being stared at by Qing Luo's blunt eyes for too long, Chen Ling's ears were flushed, and it was not clear that it really existed in the swing of the orange flame.

Chen Ling smiled and looked directly into Qing Luo's eyes.

"Yeah." Qing Luo breathed a sigh of relief, and smiled, "You've grown up, three years. You this year..."

"Twenty." Chen Ling returned.

"Oh." Qing Luo nodded: "Then I'm not 21?"

"If it is an ordinary family, at this age, there are four or five dolls in the arms." In this era, it is the popular trend for boys to marry at the age of fifteen or sixteen, and for women to marry at the age of thirteen or fourteen.People like Chen Ling and Qing Luo, even if they belonged to the sons and daughters of the rivers and lakes, were typical old leftover men.

Without answering, Chen Ling stuffed the massaged feet back under the bed, rubbed his butt forward for a while, then put his hands covered with medicinal oil into the bed, touched Qing Luo's knee, and continued to massage.

"Chen Ling, I heard everything you said to Jie Yueying. You are right. You will meet many people you love in life, but in the end you will only be with one of them." Qing Luo blinked a few times Eyes, looking at Chen Ling's silent side face: "So, why do you insist on hanging on my tree? I am very timid, and it is difficult to love again when I am injured. What if all your efforts are in vain? In vain? What if I can never forgive you and love you?"

In silence, Chen Ling finished massaging Qing Luo's knee, and then pulled Qing Luo's arm.

Seeing Qing Luo's delicate knuckles turn red from being rubbed by himself, Chen Ling said, "Maybe if I give up on you, I will meet someone else and fall in love with someone else. But the one I love the most will never be someone other than you. Anyone but me. Then why should I wrong the next person I love, why should I wrong myself?"

"It doesn't matter if you don't fall in love with me, you don't need to love anyone, you need to love yourself. As long as you don't get hurt anymore, I think my love is worth it." The dim candlelight softened Chen Ling's outline, Every move is softer and more gentle: "Qing Luo, I think it's good for you to be happy, even if you don't love anyone."

"But what if I fell in love with someone else?"

"You don't fall in love with anyone else."

"Heh~" Qing Luo chuckled lightly, "How do you know? You're not me."

"Because you are timid, afraid of pain and injury." After Chen Ling finished speaking, he stuffed Qing Luo's massaged hand back under the quilt, and leaned over to pull up the other hand.

Qing Luo didn't speak anymore, but obediently let Chen Ling fiddle with him like a puppet.

After Chen Ling had finished massaging Qing Luo thoroughly, it was mid-moon, and just as Chen Ling was about to blow out the candles, he never expected someone to come in directly through the door.

It was Yingcao who came in, with a dirty little face covered with tears, holding a small package in her arms.

Before Chen Ling could ask a question, Yingcao rushed over and threw herself into Qing Luo's arms: "The vixen... If we can't hold on anymore, Qing Ke told us to go first."

Yingcao cried so much that her eyes were swollen into walnuts.

Qing Luo frowned and looked at Chen Ling: "What's going on?"

"Four factions besieged [Purple Mist Valley]. Qing Ke led people down the mountain to fight against it. They have been fighting since the afternoon. Just now when Qing Ke came back, let us go first. He said that we might not be able to defend here." Although sad, Yingcao still said nothing Things are clear.

With tears in her eyes, Yingcao choked and said, "Fox, can we not leave? I... I'm afraid I won't see Qingke again..." Speaking of sadness, Yingcao cried even harder.

Without answering, Qing Luo stood up, put on her outer shirt hastily, and was about to go down the mountain holding Yingcao with one hand.

"Qing Luo!" A few steps forward, Chen Ling stood in front of Qing Luo: "You can't use your kung fu easily, 'Dark Ecstasy' has reached the ninth floor, you can't stand it."

"I have to go?" Qing Luo stared at Chen Ling with piercing eyes.

Gritting his teeth, Chen Ling's arm dropped to his side and made a 'snap' sound, Chen Ling said in a low voice, "Then I'll go with you."

Both of them have profound skills, even with a small burden Yingcao, it didn't take long to rush to the battlefield.

[Purple Smoke Valley] Everyone is fighting and retreating, and now they are sticking to the gate; and the righteous people are also afraid of the last explosion, so they did not attack easily; the two sides have temporarily fallen into a stalemate.

But anyone with a discerning eye can see that the defeat of [Purple Mist Valley] is only a matter of time.Although there are no top-notch experts in the decent, there are a large number of people, and just filling people can make [Purple Smoke Valley] sweet.However, if this procrastination is harmful to [Purple Smoke Valley], there is no right way to supply the outside world, and everyone in [Purple Smoke Valley] can be easily trapped to death.

Pushing Yingcao into Chen Ling's arms, Qing Luo stepped on the ground and puffed up the air, and landed in the middle of the battlefield by stepping on the air, clearing an open space with a sweep of the long whip.

When masters fight, every punch and kick is knowledge.Although Qing Luo only whipped one whip, everyone with profound skills could see that Qing Luo's martial power was extraordinary, even compared with Lei Changqing, he was not inferior.Seeing another expert from [Purple Mist Valley] come, Zhengpai also felt drums in his heart, and an elder in charge stood up and shouted.

"Senior, this is a matter between our good and evil factions, a dispute between the younger generation. You keep meddling, isn't it a bit bullying?"

Qing Luo turned his back to the decent person, the other party could only see his plain white clothes, but could not see his face.I can only guess based on my skill, and nine out of ten of such martial arts masters are masters who can't hide from the world, so I just call Qing Luo as a senior.

After hearing this, Qing Luo only felt it was funny.It's not that people mistakenly think that the old man in his seventies and eighties is funny, but that what he said is funny.

Bullying the weak, the four sects teamed up to besiege [Purple Smoke Valley] is not bullying, and he stands up for [Purple Smoke Valley] is bullying.

Qing Luo remembered a word in her previous life, which was just right to describe this group of decent people - double standard dog

Turning around, Qing Luo showed a smiling face and said, "First, I am not a senior; second, I am the Lord of the [Purple Mist Valley] Shadow Pavilion; third, I am a bully."

As soon as the words fell, Qing Luo stopped suppressing her skills and let her true energy circulate.The eruption after suppressing it for a long time directly pushed Qing Luo's internal energy to the middle stage of the ninth floor, and it was about to break through the peak.

Qing Luo, who unreservedly released her internal energy, suddenly seemed to be swept up by a strong wind, and no one could be seen clearly among the flying sand and stones.

When decent people saw this situation, they immediately reacted and backed away as if fleeing for their lives.Obviously, after the breakthrough, Qing Luo can already be included in Qing Ziyan's small group of people, and he is no longer a master who can be buried by others.

Except for masters like Qing Ziyan and Jie Wu, the rest of them just went up to deliver food.

"I [Purple Mist Valley] is the one that you come and leave whenever you want?" Qing Luo broke out and couldn't turn back. If she didn't practice dual cultivation, she would face even more inhuman torture in the future.

How could a person like Qing Luo, who was bound to take revenge, let go of this group of decent people who pushed him to such a point.

There was no big movement, Qing Luo just stomped the ground with one foot, and the ground was unscathed.But most of the people who fled in front were injured by the internal force, and they vomited blood and fell to the ground.

Walking like walking on snow, Qing Luo caught up with the crowd in a few steps.First, he killed a few sect elders with a few palms, and then started killing without hesitation.

Those with higher skills could barely leave a whole corpse under Qing Luo's subordinates, and many of those disciples with lower skills were directly turned into flesh and blood foam by Qing Luo.

There is no need for other people from [Purple Mist Valley] to do anything, Qing Luo alone makes those people come and go.

However, Qing Luo still didn't kill them all, after blasting and killing the elders who hadn't escaped in time.Only more than half of those decent people were killed, and the remaining people were roughly the same as the surviving people in [Purple Smoke Valley]. Qing Luo stopped here, stopped and let them go.

When it came, it was mighty, and when it left, it was full of flesh and blood.

Qing Luo, whose face was covered in blood, stood in the middle of the ruins. The surrounding scenery was destroyed by Qing Luo's uncontrollable true energy later, as if the world had been wiped out, and even the corpse was not spared.

Chen Ling stood outside the flesh and blood on the ground and looked at Qing Luo.

Qing Luo raised her foot, wanting to leave this filthy place, but just as soon as she moved, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and immediately after that, the pain in the meridians all over her body seemed to explode.

When her body became unstable, Qing Luo was about to fall to her knees, but in the end she fell into Chen Ling's embrace.

The snow-white clothes were stained with blood, Chen Ling didn't care, he just lowered his head and kissed Qing Luo's forehead, and said in a low voice, "I won't let you have trouble."

"I won't let anything happen to you." This was the last voice Qing Luo heard before she fell into a coma, and it belonged to Chen Ling.