Is the sick beauty master washed white? [Transmigration Book]

Weeping willows in the night wind, deep water in cold pools.

Lu Tingqin restrained her increasingly irregular breathing.The night wind seemed to be ten degrees colder, wrapping around his sweaty neck.

"Chongshuang... tonight, come find me at Falling Moon Peak."

He didn't dare to look directly at the boy's reaction, his long and slender eyelashes drooped.

Chongshuang's fingers trembled, and in the shadow of the sword, he saw his distorted expression.After asking the stage, he chewed over and over again, Lu Tingqin's "sorry to you".He recalled every change in Lu Tingqin's expression, every tiny pause or ups and downs in every voice.

In the mountain dwelling secret room where sweet-scented osmanthus flowers were scattered and treasures were piled up, he almost suspected that everything was his own demonic obstacle.But now, Lu Tingqin, still carrying Shuang Ye's icy coldness, with indifferent eyes that won't look directly at him, said the same words as before.

A sentence that made his ears callous before countless nights of bloody and painful coexistence, and in nightmares.

"Looking for you..." Chongshuang's voice was hoarse.

Lu Tingqin felt something was wrong.He was prepared mentally and wanted to explain the cause and effect to Chongshuang clearly.But maybe among the many opening remarks, I chose the next choice.His body was stiff, and he quickly added a sentence.

"I have something to tell you."

Chongshuang's body collapsed very tightly, she stood up slowly, and confronted Lu Tingqin.

Like two beasts in the forest that are downstream of each other's food chain, they seem to be motionless on the surface, but each has its own thoughts.At the moment of watching and confronting each other, if they encounter any abnormal disturbance, they will turn around and leave quickly.

"Can't you say it now?" Chongshuang said.

The back of Lu Tingqin's hand was a little cold, and she didn't answer.

With lowered eyes, he saw the tip of the sword that Chongshuang was holding.The appearance of the young man washing his sword beside the pool is really not a kind scene.Two days ago, he was stabbed by this sword and suffered a crime, and his heart hurts when he thinks about it.

Chongshuang clenched his saber tightly.He listened intently to the sounds around him.The disciples of Taichu Peak are already preparing for their evening practice. The deep pool where this fork is located is too cold and silent.

As the night wind blew, Lu Tingqin's brows slightly frowned, like a diseased orchid.Chongshuang's heart also tightened.

"...Call the chief master." Chongshuang finally compromised.

Seeing Chongshuang's guarded look, Lu Tingqin didn't want to do anything to force the misunderstanding, so she tried her best to soften her tone and explained. "This matter is very important, and the first one knows a thing or two. There are many people in Taichu Peak, so it is not appropriate to tell you here, Falling Moon Peak is better."

Chongshuang stood in the jagged shadow of the willow branches, her face slid over the pain.

This was almost the longest conversation between Lu Tingqin and him after entering the mountain.

"What exactly do you want, Lu Tingqin... Master." Chong Shuang's voice became more and more shaken.

His indelible, childlike reverence was urging him fiercely to obey.During the years of torment, the hatred that was born from time to time again tore him to resist, telling him that everything was a hoax.

"Be like an animal, let you slaughter it? The ancestor protects you, the chief protects you, and the uncle protects you. Are you playing me for a fool?"

"Heavy Frost, calm down. I won't do anything."

At least not yet.Lu Tingqin's forehead hurts a bit.He would try to figure out what could be a better alternative than drawing blood.

"I'm very calm." Chongshuang took a few steps back and stood alone beside the pool, his chest heaving violently.The red eyes stared at Lu Tingqin.

"...Really not?"

Lu Tingqin showed her greatest patience in getting along with others.Lifting the drooping eyelids, he looked at Chongshuang persistently and peacefully.

He slowly stretched out a hand to Chongshuang.

The night was dark, only the place where he was, his skin was as creamy and glowing white.

Chongshuang stared at her eyes, and a series of water droplets overflowed her eye sockets, wet her cheeks.He sniffed his nose before realizing it, he didn't wipe it off, just kept weeping, staring at Lu Tingqin.

No, cry again?

Lu Tingqin hesitated, whether to take the initiative to take a step forward.

Chongshuang moved first, his eyes widened stubbornly, and he approached slowly, one step at a time.

His eyelashes were stained with tears, and his temple hair was stained with the dampness of sitting beside the cold pool for a long time.The light blue clothes cling to her body thinly.Like a bird heading towards a storm.The edges of the wings are already soaked, and in the depths of the storm, something lures and calls.

It's like dreaming back to childhood, seeing the immortal being lofty and indifferent, with a gentle demeanor, leaning slightly, and stretching out his hand to him.

Chongshuang's hand was raised in the air, clenched until the joints were livid, and then loosened.Trembling, catch Lu Tingqin's cold fingertips.

"Master... I hate you."

The boy stood at the intersection of dream and reality, whispering between his lips and teeth, and bowed his head respectfully.

"As you wish." Lu Tingqin said lightly.Seeing Chongshuang approaching, he breathed a sigh of relief.Unexpectedly and unwilling to care about the twists and turns in Zhongshuang's heart, she grabbed the boy's wrist, stretched his sleeves, and led him up on the clouds.

The autumn wind blows through their clothes, drying up uncontrollable tears and chaotic emotions.The majestic mountain peaks and the shadows of pavilions and pavilions pass by.Lu Tingqin, carrying heavy frost, passed through the warm and extinguished lights of the peaks, and fell into the deep and quiet depths of the Moon Falling Peak.

A simple mountain courtyard, hidden in the hazy moonlight.

Lu Tingqin didn't land in the courtyard, but stepped across the eaves with the wind and moon, and stopped outside the small courtyard wall, on an old osmanthus tree.

The trunk is thick and the branches are luxuriant.Lu Tingqin finds his center of gravity, presses the center of gravity and stays on the tree.I staggered a bit, jumped off the tree, took a few steps back and leaned against the courtyard wall.

Chongshuang grasped the branches tightly, staring at him blankly.

Lu Tingqin closed his eyes and calmed down his breathing.The operation of lightness kung fu stirred up the spiritual power in his body to turmoil, and the demonic energy eroded in his heart was about to move again, causing bursts of dull pain.

"I said it directly." Lu Tingqin said.

With a pale face, he leaned against the white wall where the tree shadows intertwined, his whole body looked erratic and fragile, like a fairy that haunted the night.

"You are a dragon."

The fairy spoke lightly, revealing the verdict that made Chongshuang feel like being struck by five thunders.

"What... what?" Chongshuang couldn't keep up with the rhythm and spoke with difficulty.

"Half of the blood of the dragon clan flows on your body. After so many years, you have grown up as a human body. Sooner or later, you will need to transform into a human body in order to survive."

"No...I..." Chongshuang's mind seemed to stop functioning, unable to understand the language.He plunged into the dizzy pool, clinging to the floating straw. "I've never, ever felt... I'm a human, I can't be a demon..."

"Never felt it?" Lu Tingqin frowned. When it came to research-type content, his heart calmed down a lot. Thinking back to the arguments recorded in his notes, he spit out word by word. "Strength, speed, regeneration, hardness."

"It's been seven years since you entered the mountain gate at the age of ten. During the seven years, there have been at least several abnormalities. At a certain moment, you will have a feeling that is beyond ordinary people. The most obvious is when you passed out in the Siguo Pavilion. feeling. Don't you remember?"

Siguo Pavilion...

Chongshuang looked at Lu Tingqin's white wrist through the cover of leaves.A few days ago, he first saw these impenetrable wrists, bound with silver rings.At that time, he...

"I don't remember." Chongshuang lowered his head.The night at Crescent Moon Peak was too cold, he wanted to stop thinking, but one by one, he was listening to Qin's words along the road, looking for strange information in the yellowing days of the past.

"I don't remember..." Chongshuang said hoarsely.

He didn't... wouldn't have... yes, wouldn't have...

When pushing away gangsters in the alley, he was filled with strange strength in his shoulders and arms; when he was taking the Zongmen exam, the scars healed quickly; occasionally he would feel agitated, as if he could use the light work he just learned to travel thousands of miles in a day with ease; In the painful dark night when Lu Tingqin was alone... the flashing light of the sharp weapon could not pierce his chest.

"It's all a normal reaction during practice, never, what you said..." Chongshuang's dark eyes turned red faintly.

"Then why did you lose consciousness in the pavilion?" Lu Tingqin calmed down from the aftereffects of using lightness kung fu, rubbed her forehead, and guided helplessly.

"That's madness."

"Being obsessed is when the spiritual power goes out of circulation in the meridians. If you look inside the meridians that day, you will find..."

Chongshuang jumped down from the tree, her high bundled hair swaying in a neat arc.Interrupting the road to listen to the piano, the voice was full of anxiety and panic that could not be concealed: "It's just crazy. I'm a human, not a half-demon!"

With a sharp tone and red eyes, he looked at Lu Tingqin almost beggingly, hoping to hear an agreeable answer.

"I'm human... I haven't experienced any abnormalities. After entering the mountain gate, I have been working hard and obeying the gate rules. I don't eat raw meat, I don't like blood, I don't have the instinct of predation or hunting, and I don't have any impulse to bully the weak... ..."

Chongshuang's words became more and more rapid, and his breathing became messy.

Lu Tingqin felt something was wrong and closed his eyes.

After closing his eyes, he checked the operation of the spiritual flow in Chongshuang's body in another field of vision, and saw a black-golden air flow being born under Chongshuang's ribs under the excitement of emotion.

The hasty guidance last time was really not in place.Now that Chongshuang's mind is in turmoil, the black dragon rises again, trying to regain balance.

The two of them, a dragon and a demon, are entrenched in the body, and there is always the danger of breaking the peace, so they share adversity.Lu Tingqin sighed, holding the sword in his hand, the spirit rope came out of his hand, and decisively tied Chongshuang to the rough trunk of the sweet-scented osmanthus tree.

The young man was terrified, struggling with all his might, suddenly felt a sharp pain in his ribs.

In his body, the black-golden airflow turned into a dragon shape, broke through the gap between the ribs, and wandered in the meridians.

Lu Tingqin's cold hands touched his Vishuddhi, chest, and upper abdomen very quickly.The cold and quiet spiritual power is divided into three channels, controlled at the same time, to block the black gold power from wandering.

Heavy frost was sweating profusely, and he felt that something was rushing through his body, and his skin was constantly having convulsive bumps.He wanted to curl up his body, but was firmly bound by the spirit rope.Whenever the consciousness is blurred, it will be replaced by pain like tearing the internal organs.

"Master...respect..."

He opened his eyes desperately, sweat kept falling, blurring his vision.

The moonlight was thin, and the immortal opened his closed eyes. His eyes were cold and indifferent. Through his bearer, he was looking at something else.At this moment, he seemed to be dead, air, anything insignificant.

"Master...why...what..." Chongshuang's teeth could not help trembling, and the taste of blood filled his mouth.

That obsession came up again.Squeeze away all messy resentment, doubt and panic, burning.

I'm...right here...why, don't look, I...

How many nights, when he thought of this look, he could not sleep until dawn.Chongshuang's eye sockets were sore, and in the physical pain, tears fell down.Blinking desperately, shaking off the sundries that blurred his vision.

After an unknown amount of time, the pain that was throbbing in his body gradually calmed down under the comfort of the cool spiritual energy.The black mist in front of my eyes dissipated, and the tears gradually dried up.

The immortal has icy muscles and bones, haggard and exhausted, his body sways slightly, as if he is overwhelmed.

A few withered osmanthus petals hung on the branches, unable to resist the night wind, and finally fell.

Chongshuang's expression froze.