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

Lu Tingqin was so burned that he couldn't sleep, he staggered and collapsed, didn't bother to step on his shoes, only wore enough clothes, supported his things all the way, and walked to the study.

His mind was disturbed by heavy frost, and he was upset, thinking of something.

Zhuiyue Xianzun mentioned that he has the first bone in his Qiankun bag, which can be tempered and given to the Dragon Clan so that Chongshuang can be transformed into form.

This so-called first bone should be the first dragon bone that was gouged out from Chongshuang's body at that time.Those crystal clear bone fragments that Chongshuang took out were just leftovers that were returned casually.

Several brothers under Xuanqing's sect, each of them holds a Qiankun bag.Each pattern is different.When he wore it on the first day, he seemed to have seen the bag, but it was small in appearance and couldn't be opened, so he didn't pay attention, and put it in the box casually.

I don't know if they found this thing when they searched the house in the first seat...

Lu Tingqin's eyes were sore from burning, she opened them for a while, and closed them to rest from time to time.He supported the bookshelf, bent over, and turned it up little by little, finding out the innermost old carton.

A dark, small bag with a name embroidered in gold thread, quietly staying in the box.Underneath is the splash-ink landscape "Xuanqing Chunhe".

Lu Tingqin sat down on the floor tiles soaked in moonlight, exhausted.He didn't take the Qiankun bag first, but took out the old painting.

This landscape painting and inscription that are exactly the same as his brushwork, when I see him again at this time, I finally have him, the Falling Moon Immortal, the essence is the same person, but the situation is different and the temperament is different.

Falling Moon Immortal Venerable was eroded by the devilish energy, making him even more extreme and gloomy.

Less words, more action.But he also observed the disciple's state night after night.Organize the corresponding collection of books and put them in the house for anyone to read.I also loved this continuous mountain peak, and painted the misty rain in early spring when all things sprouted.

Lu Tingqin rubbed the folded paintings.

After the sweet-scented osmanthus in his dream fell, he already made up his mind.For Immortal Venerable Falling Moon and for himself, he had to correct the deviating track of fate, treat the people around him again, and... Chongshuang.

He thought of the bright-eyed and happy bird in his dream.

It was supposed to grow up all the way, the young man was bright and energetic, but it was a pity that things went wrong.

He may not be able to make up for what Zhongshuang lost, but he will do his best to ensure Chongshuang's survival.

Lu Tingqin picked up the Qiankun bag, her fingers trembling, trying to unlock the rune.

The exhausted Conscious Sea felt a sharp pain, and his vision went black.The seemingly simple runes, under the high heat, are like heavenly scriptures.

He pursed his lips, concentrated, and wrestled with the bag.

Suddenly, there was a sound of liquid being poured into a container in the courtyard, followed by footsteps and a boy's voice.

Lu Tingqin looked blankly in the direction of the sound.

"Master, Uncle Li is not in the valley. Yaotong said he has gone into the mountains. I see that your house is empty and you have changed the bucket of water. If you are thirsty..."

It is heavy frost.He seemed to have poured water, and was walking towards the bedroom, but found no one.

Not long after, Chongshuang walked through the main hall and came to the door of the study under the moonlight.With a serious expression, the corners of his mouth were tense, and he relaxed a little when he saw the sight of listening to the piano on the road.

"Why is Master sitting here?"

...and look at your bones.

Lu Tingqin turned her head, grabbed the Qiankun bag, supported the ground, and wanted to get up immediately.

Chongshuang walked over in a few steps and made a gesture of asking for support.

Lu Tingqin avoids his hand.

"What are you doing back... Put down the water, let's go now."

Chongshuang Yingshi, when she nodded, saw the bag Lu Tingqin was holding, her pupils shrank, and she bent down pretending to be relaxed.

"What is Master holding in his hand?"

Lu Tingqin supported the bookshelf and moved to the desk, not wanting to talk.

Chongshuang was like a moving fire, when Lu Tingqin saw his face, he felt the suppressed symptoms erupt in an instant, and he felt dizzy all of a sudden.The chill of the floor tiles made his body chill, his head was buzzing, and every breath he took was scorching hot and irritating.

He relieved the uncomfortable feeling, grabbed the Qiankun bag, and wanted to go back to the inner room.

Chongshuang stepped forward, her thin body, which had just arrived at Lu Tingqin's shoulders, blocked the way back.

"Master, have you forgotten?"

Chongshuang twitched the corner of his mouth and said softly.

"What's the matter?" Lu Tingqin raised his spirits sleepily.

"Master, you forget things too much..." Chongshuang's cold hands slowly caressed the upper and lower left ribs, and grabbed the clothes.

"Years ago, Master took my things, and then I asked Master for them. You... threw some crumbs at me at that time, and you used the bag as an excuse for not being able to find them. I think now, Master has them I have found the Qiankun bag. If you bother me, can you return it to me?"

Lu Tingqin recalled Chongshuang's words slowly.

"What else do you have?"

Chongshuang's deep gaze stopped at Lu Tingqin's hand holding the Qiankun bag.

"Master, why bother to ask questions knowingly?"

Lu Tingqin pressed her empty hand on her forehead.The palms are hot, the forehead is sweaty, I don't know which is more uncomfortable.

And this one.

It is impossible for the Falling Moon Immortal to take things from his apprentice... Chongshuang was referring to that, right?

"Let's talk when you have something to say, that's all for today." Lu Tingqin said lightly.

Heavy Frost blocked the way he was leaving, and he didn't intend to move.

The moonlight shines through the window of the study, covering Lu Tingqin's loose long hair, but cannot illuminate the boy's backlit face.

Chongshuang stared at the bag, struggling and hesitating, and then fell into deep gloom.

"...Since the master is unwilling, I will take it myself."

He suddenly stretched out his hand, like a sharp hawk, swooped down from a high place, and grabbed the bag in Lu Tingqin's hand.

Lu Tingqin made a wrong step backwards instinctively, her footsteps were unsteady, and she held onto the back of the armchair.

"Heavy frost!" he snapped.

Flushing from high fever, she climbed up Lu Tingqin's pale face.His eyes, as cold as frost, were shrouded in a hazy mist.He breathed weakly, and his whole body seemed to melt the indestructible ice on the outside, revealing the crisp jade inside.

Chongshuang listened to Lu Tingqin's unsteady breathing, his eyes gradually became hot.

Guiyuan Jue is gurgling in the body, bypassing the big and small circles.

It's as if the old days come back, only with the roles reversed.

Feeling the power in his body, he folded his hands together and took out the magic spell.

A spiritual energy suddenly appeared in the air, surging with icy power, in the shape of a rope, separated by a section of air, swimming around Lu Tingqin like a dragon.

"Master, forgive me."

Cold sweat dripped from Chongshuang's forehead, and as he took a step forward, the spirit rope tightened a bit.

"Please open the bag and let me take... my bones."

Lu Tingqin was bound by the spirit rope, frowned impatiently, and let herself sit on the armchair.

Wrapped in the cold air, his drowsy mind became much clearer.Lu Tingqin looked at the spirit rope on his body in disgust, and decided that after the matter was settled, the first thing to do was to ask Ye Wanggui to abolish the course of gathering spirits to form a rope.

What is wrong with teaching!

Although it is really easy to use... Not long ago, he was tied up by Ye Wanggui, and Chongshuang was tied up when he turned around.

Lu Tingqin clasped his hands together and put the Qiankun bag in his palm.

"Do you know what that is?"

he asked, struggling with the wording of the keel.

The initial bone nucleation and subsequent transformation are the middle and late stages of the period from heavy frost body refinement to transformation.According to the notes and actual observations, it was almost at this time, after guiding the dragon energy a few times, the preparations could begin.

In the notes of the Falling Moon Immortal Venerable, there is no record of the method of tempering, let alone the specific matters of the transformation.Now Lu Tingqin only knows to temper the bones into nuclei, and then look for reliable adult dragons.How to do it and how to find it are still to be explored.

Chongshuang's eyes were full of gloom, and he put his hands together in the shape of a knife, and slashed across his ribs.

"Why don't I know? I still remember the knife used by the master. It was cut from here, here, here, and the opening was made. The spiritual power came in, pushed aside, scraped off, cut off, stirred..."

He said, suddenly smiled.The eyebrows were furrowed, the corners of the mouth were turned up, and the face was distorted, as if crying.

"I still remember that feeling. Master... want to know?"

Chongshuang manipulated the spiritual energy and got into Lu Tingqin's sleeve.The spirit rope was like a wandering snake, icy against the hot skin.

The moment of contact, the aura seemed to be heavy frost's hand.The one being manipulated and the one being touched trembled at the same time.

"Chongshuang, don't go too far!"

"Then give it back to me!"

In Zhongshuang's dark eyes, there was a paranoid and crazy look.

"It doesn't matter if it's blood or bones. I only have these...except what you gave me, I only have these. No one...no one can take it away."

Lu Tingqin held down the bag and let out a muffled snort.

The boy's spiritual energy was not strong, but pure and sharp, condensed into a thin rope, which suddenly tightened, making his chest feel cold, and his whole body seemed to be immersed in ice water, suppressing the heat of a high fever.

"You're crazy."

Lu Tingqin said coldly.When Zhongshuang manipulated the spirit rope and Xuxu wrapped it around him, Lu Tingqin could still cast a tolerant look.

Seeing the intensification, his patience is fading.

"Yes... I'm just crazy. Open the Qiankun bag." Chongshuang reached for the Qiankun bag.

With a flick of Lu Tingqin's fingers, the runes on the bag lit up, and a needle-like feeling pricked Chongshuang's fingertips.

He doesn't have the strength to stay upright now.

He moved his body, ignored the spirit rope, and leaned against the back of the chair.

"Little bastard..." Lu Tingqin said slowly. "Who do you think I am tormenting all this for? You don't listen to what I say, and you pretend to be dead when you explain, and now you are crazy here... What is the use of me keeping this bone, ahem... It's not for your life! "

Chongshuang stared at Lu Tingqin with red eyes, and blurted out. "I do not believe!"

"Believe it or not!" Lu Tingqin said impatiently.

"You have dragon blood on your body, so you have to transform. I'll keep this thing for use, and it's impossible to put it in your hands, understand? Why are you holding it? In the field, will a series of dragon cubs grow next year? "

Frost lips quivered.The spirit rope was tightened for a while and loosened for a while as his mood changed.

Lu Tingqin sighed softly, eyes slightly closed, and quietly leaned against the back of the chair.

He rested his right elbow on the armrest of the armchair and propped his head.The fingers of his left hand moved slightly, and the runes on the Qiankun bag flickered.

The moonlight fell on Lu Tingqin through the window lattice of the study.He sat silently, a faint orchid-like light glowed all over his body, and his black hair rose without wind.

In the air, it seems that an invisible paintbrush of the fairy pavilion was born. With a light swipe, the thin rope formed by spiritual power disintegrated like sand, turned into little particles, and dissipated around.

An irresistible momentum, following every particle floating under the moonlight, gathered on Chongshuang.

The faint blue light particles are as light as dust, and when they fall on the body, they are as heavy as a thousand ounces.

Chongshuang took a deep breath, and an invisible force pressed his knees, forcing him to kneel on one knee, with his head drooping.

"Master..." Chongshuang struggled to look up.

"Kneel down."

Lu Tingqin rubbed his forehead, closed his eyes and rested his mind.

As his voice fell softly, the pressure on Chongshuang soared, his knee sank, and he knelt to the ground on one knee.

"I'm not interested in playing the game of believe or not, yes or no, with you over and over again."

"...Give it back to me." Chongshuang gritted her teeth.

Lu Tingqin was depressed.

With a swipe of the left hand, the Qiankun bag rune dimmed.A pale, cylindrical object appeared in his palm.

He held the smooth bone that had been polished, and his mind was spinning.

Drive the bones to float into the air, dangle unsteadily, and land in front of Chongshuang.

"Put away your precious bones...ahem...immediately, disappear in front of me."