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My head hurts.

"Miss Zhongli, Miss Zhongli..."

It hurts all over.

"Miss Zhongli, can you hear me?"

It was as if all the acupoints and sheaths of the whole body were being pricked by needles.

"Miss Zhongli, Miss Zhongli?"

Perseveringly calling to teach Zhong Liqing's consciousness to come back little by little, she slowly opened her eyes, and in front of her was a familiar moon white dress, and that handsome and elegant girl was looking at her worriedly.

Seeing herself looking over, she relaxed, stretched out her hand carefully, and asked softly, "But what's wrong?"

Frowning, she glanced at her tightly clenched hand, Zhong Liqing tried to withdraw her hand, but she felt incomparable pain every time she moved—sighed, she gave up struggling, and replied in a low voice: "I fine."

Even so, Cen Beiqing, who was as careful as a hair, still noticed the clues from her extremely subtle expression, raised his hand and lightly lost some spiritual power on her shoulder, while quietly paying attention to Zhong Liqing's expression, seeing that her brows gradually relaxed , then withdrew his hand, sat on the edge of the bed and looked at her, talking to her softly.

"What's wrong with me?" Zhong Liqing remembered: she was practicing according to the sword manual given to her by Cen Beiqing, and just when she felt the barrier loosen, the next moment, she suddenly burst out with spiritual power, hitting the acupoint sheath hard, and it hurt so much Rolling on the couch.

The meridians were broken, blood was dripping, and he lost consciousness after a while.

Is there something wrong with her practice, or is there something wrong with this sword manual...?

Zhong Liqing's heart sank, he was uncertain, but he looked at Cen Beiqing with pure and gentle eyes, without any haze, as if he was simply puzzled.

Cen Beiqing hesitated for a moment, and while gently moistening Li Qing's lips with a dewy silk handkerchief, he explained to her in a gentle voice: "Shortly after you left last night, I planned to go back to my room to rest, but felt Unusual spiritual power fluctuations in your room broke into the door in a hurry, and I saw you lying unconscious on the couch covered in blood."

What she didn't tell Zhong Liqing was: that moment was very similar to when she saw Zhong Liqing for the first time. Shi was just at the whim of the moment, and did it casually, without any sympathy; but when I saw her just now, I felt chest tightness, flustered, worried, almost lost my usual calmness, and became not like myself.

——In just a few days, there was an earth-shaking change in the state of mind when facing Zhong Liqing, which Cen Beiqing never expected.

The star chain between her ankles was faintly hot, just like her feeling when she saw Zhong Liqing wake up safely... But why she cared so much about this girl, she had no time to think about it.

In order to confirm Zhong Liqing's situation at the moment, Cen Beiqing Su Bai's fingertips lightly rested on her wrist to test for a moment, the spiritual power sneaked in, and quickly and carefully walked around her body, pondering, but in those hands When the star-like eyes looked over, he had no choice but to speak: "The surge of spiritual power was too violent and the meridians were shattered. It's not a big deal. It will be fine after a few days of cultivation."

Zhong Liqing nodded, but she heard her ask again: "I don't know where Miss Zhongli's method of practicing kung fu came from?"

After Cen Beiqing finished asking, he saw Zhong Liqing looking straight over, with a thousand words in his eyes, hesitating to speak.

At this moment, she seemed to understand something, smiled apologetically, and hurriedly explained: "Miss Zhongli, don't worry too much, I have no other intentions, it's just that this practice method is different from ordinary ones, and it even has the spirit of the girl. The movement of power is also somewhat sluggish... Excuse me, but I'm afraid this exercise is not suitable for you."

Listening to her half-covered and tactful words, how could Zhong Liqing not understand her true meaning?

Biting her lip intentionally, pretending to be embarrassed and helpless, she gave a wry smile: "Miss Cen, I'm not afraid of your jokes. I was originally a casual cultivator in the lower realm. Knowing what is suitable and not suitable... It's just that something has gone wrong now, which makes me feel lingering fear, and I dare not continue."

She spoke pitifully, but her face was very calm, as if she didn't care. The more she made Cen Beiqing feel that she was tough and stubborn, the more she felt pity for her in her heart. She frowned and said without thinking: "Ru Meng Don't give up, Miss Zhongli, would you like to hear a few words from me? Although I am not proficient in cultivation, I have received advice from Your Majesty, and I think I still have some experience..."

"It's a great blessing that Miss Cen is willing to give advice. I just hope that Miss Cen will not dislike me for being stupid and dull." Zhong Liqing saw that Cen Beiqing really followed her will to give advice, and immediately thanked him humbly and fearfully—but in his heart I can't stop laughing.

However, while snickering, she couldn't help but feel that this girl was too kind to her, as if she could do anything... Could it be that she mistakenly thought that she had suffered a loss from Jun Moci, so she tried every means to make up for herself?

Although it cannot be separated from her in the end, but, it cannot be entirely dependent on her.

Zhong Liqing felt a little shaken.

——Tsk, even so, she can't easily forgive her self-assertion... At most, at most, she can only teach her to pay for some things outside her body, so as to avoid the pain of flesh and blood.

When Cen Beiqing looked at her sincerely, Zhong Liqing couldn't help changing her calculations in her heart.

"Miss Zhongli, what I practice is the way of the stars, which is extremely demanding on my physique. I thought you were not suitable, but I just tested your bones, but I was very surprised," said Zhongliqing who passed away in a flash. In vigilance, Cen Beiqing smiled unconsciously, and continued, "Your spiritual root is so rare that I have never seen it in my life. I am afraid that only a few people can match it, whether it is magic or martial arts. , even the way of the stars can be learned... If you have been in the Immortal Demon Realm for hundreds of years in the morning, I am afraid that the teacher will accept you as an apprentice no matter what."

Taught Cen Beiqing to boast, but Zhong Liqing didn't feel so happy and proud: one thing she knew for a long time that she had a special physique, and she was born with a spirit body, but she just taught A Niang to put a seal on her, so she didn't show off too much. Even so, she The speed of her cultivation is still at a rapid pace, and her progress is extremely rapid; Erze Zhongliqing knows the truth of "hurting Zhongyong", talent is far less than heart and opportunity, and those geniuses who are stuck in bottlenecks abound, so we should take it as a warning.

"Miss Cen, I'm overwhelmed... I've only been obsessed with swordsmanship in my life, and this is my only way." Zhong Liqing thought for a while, and then said firmly.

——Even if she no longer has the face to call herself a sword cultivator in this life, Zhong Liqing is unwilling to let go of her obsession with being a sword cultivator.

There are three thousand avenues, but one of the swords has a special liking.

"It's no wonder that Your Majesty and you are so speculative. We are both sword cultivators, so we naturally attract each other." Cen Beiqing sighed half-truthfully, and then motioned Zhong Liqing to sit cross-legged on the couch, fingertips protruding a little. The silvery blue shimmer suddenly penetrated into Zhong Liqing's dantian, and as the silvery blue wandered through her meridians, an elegant voice sounded faintly, "Let me wash the dark wounds in your meridians first, and open up the path of circulation." ...Maybe it hurts a little bit, just bear with it."

——I knew that this Cen Yi girl was reserved and tactful, but I didn't expect that the "a little pain" she said was also a hundred times more tactful.

Zhong Liqing has always been quite forbearing, but she could hardly bear the pain and couldn't help letting out a low voice... her lips were biting white, and she refused to let out the slightest sound until the tip of her tongue tasted a bit of fishy smell, and she was so fascinated that she was out of her body. Only then did I hear Cen Beiqing's voice saying "OK" with a sigh of relief.

Drenched in sweat, Zhong Liqing fell limply on the couch, and Zhong Liqing didn't have the strength to refuse Cen Beiqing's offer to straighten her up, so she could only helplessly let the other party touch her forehead with a silk handkerchief, while channeling her spiritual power, and continuing on for her. The unfinished part, while introducing to her in detail the division of strength in the Immortal Demon Realm.

There are two ways to come from the four realms of the lower realm to the Immortal Demon Realm - through the teleportation array of the Four Realms Grand Competition; monks ascend by themselves.

After crossing the catastrophe and becoming a fairy, the realm climbs up again, and is divided into Sanxian, True Immortal, Golden Immortal, and World Master. The realm of God.

It's just that the rumors are misty after all, and whether there is a miracle is still unclear.

Cen Beiqing, as one of the three halls, the master of the Star Palace, although he is only temporary, has the cultivation base of the third level of the Golden Immortal, so it is more than enough to point out Zhong Liqing, who is not in the realm of distraction.

However, although there are many immortals in the Immortal Demon Realm, this does not mean that all the monks in the Immortal Demon Realm are immortals or above.

In addition to the monks who were born and raised in the Immortal Demon Realm, there are also some monks who were teleported from the Four Realms Dabi, or stowaways who came from the teleportation arrays of other realms. These people have no talent and the opportunity to fight , but bad luck, wasting hundreds or even thousands of years in this fairyland, but still failed to ascend to immortality, either died in the battle, or annihilated into ashes in the long years.

The ambushers that Zhong Liqing and his group met when they first arrived at Longya Pass were the seniors who had been teleported before them. Some monks help themselves-even though they know that they are drinking poison to quench their thirst, they are still obsessed with it.

When she first ascended to the Immortal Demon Realm, Zhong Liqing was not too distracted by her early to mid-stage cultivation, but when she fought fiercely with those people, her spiritual power was scattered and her realm was unstable. When she got into Jun Moci's stove, she broke through two small realms one after another when she spit out her spiritual power, and taught her to reach the great perfection of distraction, and she was only one step away from advancing to the Mahayana stage.

This is the so-called - it's a blessing if you lose your horse.

However, if Zhong Liqing were to choose by herself, she would definitely not want to get this inexplicable blessing.

After Cen Beiqing dredged her meridians, Zhong Liqing took care of her for another two days. She felt that her body was no longer aching, and she lifted her spirits. She either stayed in her room and meditated all night, or pondered in the open space in the backyard. Practicing swordsmanship - the assiduous energy of forgetting to eat and sleep, can't help but move people.

Cen Beiqing also didn't know that once upon a time, his habit of watching stars and divination at night became watching Zhong Liqing practice his sword.

Although it is still the same as before, with a cup of tea, a volume of ancient books, sitting alone in the gazebo watching the stars and the moon, but unconsciously, I will glance at the beautiful figure holding the sword in front of the corridor.

Sometimes after watching for a long time, I forget to look away.

It seemed that the sky was full of stars, but it was not as good as that pair of clear and alluring eyes.

Zhong Liqing didn't care about Cen Beiqing's frequent glances, and when she was aroused, she would come to ask her for advice; after receiving advice, she continued to devote herself to swordsmanship, her whole heart was immersed in cultivation, and she didn't care about other things.

When she had a rare moment of leisure, she would lean against the wooden porch, slightly open the beast sack, and whisper to the still sleeping Jiuying.

There was no response for a long time, only a faint bond in her spiritual sense made her believe that the other party's life was safe, she sighed softly, silently filled up the spirit stone treasures that had been absorbed, and closed the beast-controlling bag, Put it away carefully.

Zhong Liqing didn't know that her slightly melancholy side face was coated with a faint light in the moonlight. In the silence, whose time was gentle and whose time was amazing.

She just remembered the whiteness in her heart in that cold moonlit night.

It's useless to go straight to lovesickness, but melancholy is frivolous.

The "Cunyuan Sword Manual" given to her by Cen Beiqing has a total of 21 moves, which are divided into three levels: the first stage of exploration, the middle stage of fusion, and the later stage of storage; It takes a hundred days to master this set of sword techniques—and the opponent's learning progress is as fast as if he was born to be the darling of swordsmanship.

On the seventh day after the sword manual was awarded, Zhong Liqing was able to faintly bring out a few wisps of pale golden sword energy when she swung the sword, pointing at the tip of the sword, the momentum was like a rainbow.

Half a month later, Zhong Liqing's swordsmanship had been practiced to the point of perfection, and when she got a glimpse of the middle, every move and every move carried the sound of thunder, which was extremely sharp.

In January, when Zhong Liqing used a whole set of sword skills under the moon, she had a trance and thought that she had seen Mian Xia who had danced swords under the starry night.

No.30 One day, when she silently watched her practice her sword skills and was about to go back to her room to meditate, Cen Beiqing suddenly stopped her.

"Miss Cen, but what was wrong with my move just now?" Zhong Liqing walked not far from Cen Beiqing, slowly filled her teacup, and then asked in a warm voice.

"That's not the case. Miss Zhongli's talent in swordsmanship and her rapid progress make people feel ashamed. Now I have nothing to teach you in the way of swordsmanship," Cen Beiqing smiled and took the cup of tea. Taking a sip, her beautiful eyes glanced at Zhong Liqing, who was still not arrogant or rash after being praised by her, and continued, "It's not a long-term plan to practice hard in this yard. I will send you tomorrow. The attendant will take you to a place to practice your hand - you can try this sword technique."

"It's so good, Miss Laucen will be bothering you." Zhong Liqing smiled when she heard the words, and fixedly took a look at her. Under the moonlight, the girl's fair neck seemed to be covered with a thin layer of scarlet. The color made her gentle and elegant temperament a little more charming and charming, even Zhong Liqing couldn't help but take a few more glances.

Because of this, the heat from Cen Beiqing's neck burned all the way to his ears, even the deep night and the cool breeze couldn't suppress the dryness.

Turning around without realizing it, Zhong Liqing walked gracefully, her tall and slender figure slowly disappearing into the moonlight, but she was deeply and silently staring at the moonlight, just like the previous few nights .

A back that couldn't turn around, a gaze that couldn't be pulled away.

Only the gentle and unchanging moonlight and the twinkling stars are the witnesses who will never reveal the secret.

On the second day, Zhong Liqing was guided by the attendants sent by Cen Beiqing to a sparsely populated alley. This was the first time since she lived in Cen Beiqing's other courtyard that she stepped out to see the boundaries of the Immortal Demon Realm.

Cen Beiqing's other courtyard is located between the border of Zhongwei City and Modu, and is not under the direct jurisdiction of the Three Palaces. It is controlled by Sanxian and various forces, including Longyaguan, the place where the lower world is transmitted, so open and secret fights are always prohibited; As long as it's not too outrageous, even if you don't go to the arena in the city that specializes in duels, the guards will mostly turn a blind eye and close one eye, and don't care much.

This is also the reason why Cen Beiqing sent his servants to bring Zhong Liqing after he found out the traces of those people.

All grievances and grievances are settled here.

When the group of monks headed by the man in gray saw Zhong Liqing again, they were undoubtedly indignant and excited-the indignation was that Zhong Liqing slipped away at a critical moment, leaving them to be dealt with by the "one-color autumn wind" and die Nearly [-]%, and then he was taught a lesson by the city guard who came too late. In the team of nearly a hundred people, now there are only a dozen or so lingering people left; what is exciting is that Zhong Liqing appeared here alone, without any possessions , but their appearance remained unchanged, and they were peerless, as if they were waiting for them to destroy flowers with their hands and vent their hatred.

When the enemy met, he was extremely jealous.

As soon as the two sides met, they fought together almost without saying a word.

And it wasn't until the bone sword in Zhong Liqing's hand pierced through vital points such as the wrist and shoulders, crippling their mobility, that these people realized: In just over a month, this girl's cultivation has approached Mahayana; and the way of the sword is even more treacherous Unpredictable, unpredictable.

With only half a cup of tea, a dozen or so people were blocked by Zhong Liqing without exception.

——The sword manual that Cen Beiqing gave her is really powerful. It can make up for the difference in cultivation level, teach her to resist distractions, and even severely injured the leading man in gray at the Mahayana stage.

This was the first time that Zhong Liqing felt the arrogance of the sword cultivator, and the hearty challenge of leapfrogging.

Only the word "happily" can be explained.

Wiping the blood from the corner of her mouth, Zhong Liqing regained her composure, and was about to crush the jade slip that Cen Beiqing had given her, and summoned the servant to take her back to another courtyard, but unexpectedly, a cold air locked onto her... ...To be precise, it locked the messenger jade slip in her palm.

Zhong Liqing only felt a pain in his wrist, and Yu Jianjian uncontrollably let go of his hand, and hit the ground not far away, making a crisp "clang".

She turned around and looked at the middle-aged man who was walking slowly from the other side of the alley, and scanned behind him without a trace, looking for a chance to get away.

The cultivation base of this middle-aged man, in the late stage of Mahayana, is almost a big difference from hers. Even with that set of swordsmanship, it is difficult to reduce the gap between the two.

"Little girl, do you know Wang Naipeng?" The middle-aged man twirled his beard and asked with a smile.

Zhong Liqing smiled meekly, but she was extremely vigilant in her heart: "Could it be that Your Excellency is Senior Wang?"

The man nodded in self-possession and grinned, but there was a trace of ruthlessness hidden in his narrowed triangular eyes: "Yes, it's me."

"Disrespect, disrespect..." Zhong Liqing pretended to be happy and cupped her hands, but her eyes quickly slid across the messenger jade slip lying alone on the ground not far away—Wang Naipeng, although this name has only been seen once, Zhong Liqing Sunny, but she won't forget—isn't she the [-]th on the Tianbang?

Meeting this guy at this time, and the other party is clearly not a good person... It's really not good.

The author has something to say: I feel sorry for Cen Cen.