Imminent Misfortune [Rebirth]

It was only the second day of the Jingui test, and the "strange news" of Xuyunzong spread all over Liuhuazhou.

Someone was crying and howling: "What kind of monsters are Xuyun people!?"

"Sometimes that kind of doctor will come! Then there will be this kind of instrument repair!!"

"Is there no normal person in their family, ah!? No sword repair!?"

Then someone replied: "Yes, isn't his elder brother a swordsman?"

There was an eerie silence.

After a long time, the third person tremblingly raised his hand and asked: "I heard that in the Nange scene last night, Xuyun's senior 'sword repairer'... threw his sword and stabbed his opponent with a finger. Yes, is it true...?"

——Conversations like this quickly became popular in the streets and alleys of Liuhuazhou.

As a result, when Xun Mingsi came on stage the next day, the other party asked first, "It's... Xuyun's Immortal Master Xun, right?"

Xun Mingsi bowed his eyebrows and saluted: "I am right here."

"Can I ask first, what kind of cultivator are you?"

The blue-clothed luthier didn't understand what he meant, but he still replied politely: "I'm cultivating the way of temperament."

"Oh—it's Le Xiu, Le Xiu."

With a clear smile on the opponent's face, he twisted his neck and shouted at the referee: "I won't fight, I admit defeat!"

Xun Mingsi: "...???"

When Xun San came back dumbfounded and said this, several people laughed together.

Lin Lingqing said: "He may think you are the kind of music repairer who picks up the piano and smashes it on people's heads."

The Jingui trial is still in full swing.

Shen Xiaojiang's injury was not healed, and he persisted on the field for a quarter of an hour before Lin Lingqing told him to admit defeat.

Anyway, I didn't expect this kid to get any good rankings at the beginning. It's rare to catch up with the elite Jingui Trials, so I might as well save my energy and watch a few more games from other people.

Just like the monk who gave up in front of Xun Mingsi, he must have similar thoughts.

In fact, in every Golden Osmanthus Examination, there will be some monks who have broken through the bottleneck of many years after observing a few battles, and it has become a good story in the streets and alleys.

Shen Xiaojiang has just broken through to build a foundation, but there is no bottleneck. Lin Lingqing mainly wants to teach him to gain more knowledge.

Fang Zhiyuan was the last one to play among the six of them, bumping into Xia Tinglan, the elder sister of Furong Pavilion.

Fang Zhiyuan's disaster star "has a bad reputation", and Xia Tinglan is also a genius beauty who has gained fame in the past ten years, and sometimes she is even compared with Mu Qingxue.

All agree that this will be one of the best matches of the first round.

But Lin Lingqing knew that with Fang Zhiyuan's strength and his temperament that never knew what it means to be compassionate and cherish jade, Xia Tinglan would not be able to survive a few tricks under his hands.

This competition will probably be meaningless.

Lin Lingqing has always been self-willed and self-willed, and once he feels that something is boring, he will be extremely tired.Now that this competition is boring, he doesn't want to watch it anyway.

Fang Zhiyuan understood his temperament, so he preemptively said that the senior brother was not allowed to follow, and the other junior brothers and sisters were not allowed to follow, so he went to fight alone with the calamity tooth knife.

Idle is also idle, Lin Lingqing called Shen Xiaojiang, and took the little boy to watch the competition everywhere.

By the way, look at the Lingyu slip that Fang Zhiyuan gave him to recognize the geniuses of the various immortal families, and find out if there are any reborn people who behave strangely.

His posture was very careless, and he even bought some crystal red candied haws on the side of the road and packed them in paper bags. While eating, he told Shen Xiaojiang the analysis of the competitions he saw along the way.

But looking at such a senior brother, Shen Xiaojiang felt more and more... unfathomable.

Because, in all the competitions they have seen, no matter how strong the two sides are, it seems that the details of the two sides will be invisible in the eyes of the senior brother.

They even watched the match between Xuanyuanyi, the eldest disciple of Sword Valley, and the elder son of the Gu family. Shen Xiaojiang could only open his mouth dazzledly when the sword moves were criss-crossing, but Lin Lingqing was able to dismantle them for him after the end.

He even lightly analyzed who and why made such a move, where the intention was, and whether the intention was right or wrong...all of them were analyzed.

Shen Xiaojiang didn't know if it was his own illusion.

From the tone and expression of the eldest brother, he could faintly hear the taste of the elders commenting on the younger generation.

But it is clear that senior brother is much younger than them...

After the morning round, Shen Xiaojiang's head was about to explode, and various martial arts moves and combat analysis were spinning in his mind.

"Do you find it difficult?" Lin Lingqing saw it, and smiled at him, "Enlightenment is not in a hurry. Think slowly."

In the early morning of autumn, dew is easy to condense, and Lin's green and black long hair is slightly damp, and an osmanthus flower with dewdrops has fallen on the snow velvet collar of the fur coat.

After he finished speaking to Shen Xiaojiang, he turned around, only to find a girl in white brocade clothes standing in front of him.

Lin Lingqing looked at the visitor: "Oh, Fairy Mu."

What a coincidence, we meet again.

The clothes on Mu Qingxue's body were a little messy, as if she had just finished a match, but her expression was still so arrogant and indifferent.

Lin Lingqing glanced to the side: "Xiaojiang."

Shen Xiaojiang: "Yes!"

Lin Lingqing nodded the paper bag containing candied haws in his hand: "Well... this is delicious, go buy another bag."

Shen Xiaojiang knew in his heart that the elder brother wanted to push him away, so he answered loudly, turned around and ran away.

Mu Qingxue looked at the young boy's back with sarcasm: "I really don't understand what kind of sorcery you have to make everyone fall in love with you."

"Xu Yun's group of children are, those demon cultivators of Snow Bone City are," she gritted her teeth, and said unwillingly, "Even Fang Zunshou..."

Lin Lingqing said happily: "Yes, they are all willing to pamper me and buy me sweets to eat."

"You?" Mu Qingxue's willow eyebrows were frizzy, and her eyes suddenly sparkled with a bit of disbelief, "It's obvious that you caused everyone to suffer, how can you still look like you don't care!?"

"if not."

With a smile in Lin Ling's blue eyes, he lazily raised his chin, "Shall I cry for you?"

He said leisurely: "I'm not afraid to tell you, I cried too, but it's a pity that Fairy Mu never got to see her."

Mu Qingxue gritted her teeth: "Don't you know that the contest between Zunshou and Xia Tinglan of Furong Pavilion is here? Don't you know that Xia Tinglan's double cultivation of medicine and poison is extremely dangerous?"

"Of course I know."

"Then you hang around here eating and drinking!?"

"Why not."

"I really can't figure it out," Mu Qingxue's expression finally showed disgust and hatred, "Why is your lord doing it for a cold-hearted person like you...!"

Lin Lingqing pondered for a while, then suddenly said: "Fairy Mu, let me ask... What is your identity to talk to me like this?"

He leisurely poked out a snow-white fingertip from his sleeve, and nodded Mu Qingxue, "Fang Zhiyuan...you admire him." His tone was affirmative.

A trace of embarrassment appeared on Mu Qingxue's face, she pursed her lips and said: "...I just don't deserve it for the head. He loves you deeply, but he paid so much by mistake!"

Lin Lingqing: "Does he know that you admire him?"

"... Lin Lingqing!" The corners of Mu Qingxue's eyes twitched, and she took a breath, "Forget it, I'll just call you Lin Mojun. Now that you are reincarnated in the world of mortals, everything can start over again. If you still have some points left Conscience, let the honorable head go in this life."

Lin Lingqing suppressed a smile: "Me? Let him go?"

Mu Qingxue said coldly: "You will never know how much suffering and injury the venerable lord has endured, so that he can sit on the position of the celestial leader who has won the hearts and minds of the entire celestial world with the fate of a cursed star. He finally survived, I just met such a cold-blooded demon like you, you used him to value affection, dragged him down so badly, you hurt him so deeply..."

The girl's shoulders trembled slightly, and her expression became colder, "He lost everything for you, even his life! Even if you saved his life when you were young, it should be enough! !"

"..."

Lin Lingqing tilted his head and looked at her helplessly, and suddenly interjected: "Fairy Mu, do you know... How did I, the big devil, and your fairy head Fang die in the end?"

Mu Qingxue said angrily: "How could I not know!? You have committed a heinous crime, and the real god will personally execute you. Your lord remembers your old love and protects each other with your life. The two of you will die under the sword of the real god!"

This is really because she didn't know that her own father was ungrateful and pursued and killed her venerable head...

Most of them don't know that his own father was planned by him to perish together on the top of Xuyun Peak...

Lin Lingqing felt a little pity for the young miss of the Mu family who was kept in the dark.He couldn't help asking: "Fairy Mu, are you and your... Father, are you kissing?"

Mu Qingxue was taken aback by his sudden question: "What!?"

"Oh... Fairy Mu," Lin Lingqing felt even more distressed, and couldn't help but twist out a candied haws from the paper bag, and handed it over, "Do you... want to eat it?"

Candied haws shone brightly in the sunlight. Under the crunchy and thin golden skin, the hawthorn fruits were round and red and strung on bamboo sticks, which was really attractive.

But at this moment, Mu Qingxue only felt that she had been humiliated.She waved her hand suddenly and slashed, and her spiritual power surged out——

It was as if dozens of invisible swords had slashed through the air.The candied haws and the bamboo sticks were all broken into powder out of thin air, and fell to the ground with a rustle.

Lin Lingqing sighed, and pulled his hands back.The invisible blade touched his finger, but it couldn't leave the slightest scar on the tender skin.

There was a moment of silence as he stared at the debris on the ground.

The air seemed to change, thickened and heavy in the silence.

It seems that the mountains are falling, and the dark clouds are oppressing.

Mu Qingxue's face was slightly pale, and she faintly felt a tightness in her chest.

Lin Lingqing raised his head slowly, his expression indifferent.

The idleness is brushed away from the brows and eyes, only a lonely coldness remains.

The surrounding breeze was suddenly filled with chilling coldness, the time was protracted in the stalemate, and every breath seemed to have a fierce collision in the dark.

Mu Qingxue's eyes were stubborn, but her complexion was even worse.After a few more breaths, the girl's throat twitched violently, and she swallowed a mouthful of dirty blood that surged up.

Lin Lingqing sighed inwardly, quietly withdrew the coercion, turned around with his hands behind his back and walked away.

He looked at Mu Qingxue like the iron-blooded king behind the nine-fold purple curtain, or the little girl in the enemy's general's house holding a spear for the first time.

Knowing how much kindness Mu Qingxue had for Fang Zhiyuan in her previous life, she did not hesitate to waste a few words with her, regardless of her cynicism.

But this does not mean that the Demon Lord will really tolerate being bullied to the head.

If Lin Lingqing is willing, he can even directly use the power of his soul to crush Mu Qingxue to her knees and vomit blood at any time.It's just because of Fang Zhiyuan's face, he is showing mercy.

But it's a pity that Mu Qingxue didn't appreciate it, and said angrily: "Lin Lingqing! You—"

"Axue. Don't lose your face."

Suddenly, a deep voice came from behind, interrupting Xue Fenghuang's excited words.

A slender man in purple with a rhinoceros belt slowly stepped forward.

He seemed to stand casually between Lin Lingqing and Mu Qingxue, but it was like a mountain descending from the sky, separating the invisible confrontation between the two.

Mu Qingxue pursed her lips, "...Father."

The autumn wind blew past, rolled up a few fallen leaves on the ground, and rolled away with the dust.

Lin Lingqing stopped.He turned half of his face slowly, still holding his hands behind his back, and said softly: "Patriarch Mu."

In more than one competition in the distance, the sharp sound of the clash of swords and swords startled three birds on the branches of the osmanthus tree, and they flew into the blue sky flutteringly.

Mu Hong stepped forward and stared at Lin Lingqing.He looked around for a week with deep eyes, and finally nodded lightly, "Xiaoyun Lin, I have admired you for a long time."

The author has something to say: Lin Lingqing: You can scold me, but waste my candied haws, no, get angry.

No rival.The double arrows of the childhood sweetheart are too strong for others to get in =w=