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

Lu Tingqin was pleased by Chongshuang's attitude.

He originally wanted to come out and take a look, but when he saw that Chongshuang kept his own place and was no longer the emotionally agitated appearance of the previous days, he said one more word patiently.

"Wait a little longer. I'm discussing with your first senior uncle, Senior Uncle Li."

"Yes." Chongshuang replied politely. "The disciple will leave first and wait on the stage."

"Yes." Lu Tingqin turned around, raised the hem of his clothes, and returned to the hall.

Chongshuang felt a little strange.

Lu Tingqin has always been indifferent, he reprimanded him harshly, and seldom talked to him in peaceful everyday words.This kind of dialogue seems to tacitly admit that they are really a pair of estranged masters and apprentices, who have cut the past and can start again.

His heart was pounding, and he was afraid that Lu Tingqin would not listen, so he said very quickly:

"Master! The last time you said when you understood and when you came to see you, does this sentence still count?"

Lu Tingqin half-stepped into the entrance of the hall, and stopped when she heard the words.

"Naturally counts." He thought for a while and added, "But if you're here to question, forget it."

"The disciple dare not."

Chongshuang stepped up the steps quickly and waited by the door with calm eyes.

"The disciple has been thinking about it for several days, and there is something that I want the master to see. When will the master be free?"

Lu Tingqin quietly watched Chongshuang.I haven't seen him for a few days, and Chongshuang seems to be a different person.

He liked this sense of alienation, thought for a while, and agreed, "Tonight, stay at Falling Moon Peak."

After the words fell, Lu Tingqin came back to his senses, paying attention to Chongshuang's expression.

The last time he read the notes of the Falling Moon Immortal, he went to Taichu Peak to find Chongshuang, and he started with similar words.After Zhongshuang heard it, it seemed that some kind of dark memory switch had been turned on, and emotions surged up instantly, making it extremely difficult.

Contrary to Lu Tingqin's imagination, Chongshuang was not angry or afraid, bowed down and bowed again, retreated to the steps, and waited quietly.

"Yes."

Falling Moon Peak.

It was already dark, and Lu Tingqin stood in the middle of the courtyard of the mountain residence, wearing a white cloak, bathing in the moonlight, as if a ghost that could disappear at any time and did not belong to this world.

This is his last night at Xuanqingmen.

Wuliang Mountain is located in the southwest of this place, so Qing Gong rushes there quickly, and it will take more than half a day.Li San made an agreement with him that tomorrow morning, he would send a spirit deer to the Falling Moon Peak and send him to Shouxi Ancient Town.Take the medicine and rest for one night before going to Wuliang Mountain.

All the way here and there, the variables are unknown.He was determined to get back the keel born under the heavy frost that night, and to work out a plan as soon as possible while the heavy frost was still in a stable state.

click.The sound of dead leaves being trampled.

In the range of Lu Tingqin's perception, heavy frost came lightly, and landed on the road some distance away from the small courtyard, step by step, without hiding his voice, which was very different from the previous concealment.

Chongshuang came to the door, and saw that Lu Tingqin was already in the courtyard as usual, saluting meticulously.

"Master, please wait for a long time, the disciple is here."

"Come in." Lu Tingqin said indifferently.

"Yes."

Chongshuang stepped into the small courtyard, feeling in a daze.

Last time, at this place, Lu Tingqin stood in the courtyard and said to him, "Everyone owes nothing".This was the first time since then that he had the opportunity to be alone with Lu Tingqin face to face.

He found that once he behaved respectfully and distantly, Lu Tingqin's attitude became a little better.

Master...do you like this way of getting along?

The original self was too presumptuous and clingy, which was beyond the norm.

"What do you want to say, just say it here." Lu Tingqin couldn't think of a more suitable place than the yard

The side room, study room, bedroom, and even the osmanthus tree outside the courtyard, every place has unpleasant memories of Chongshuang.

Before crossing over, Lu Tingqin lived in seclusion and rarely interacted with others, let alone being hostile.Now, relying on the quarrels he has had over and over again, Chong Shuang has been able to climb to the top of the list of those he least wants to deal with.

"Yes." Chongshuang breathed lightly, let out a breath, and said to Lu Tingqin in the most peaceful tone possible.

"What the master said before, the disciple thinks about it day and night. I have the impression that there are one or two abnormalities about myself, but I am ignorant, and I try to feel it, but I can't feel it. The disciple knows the dragon and the half-demon who has lost his mind, but what the master said is human. Dragon mixed blood, never heard of it before, I went to Zangshuge to browse, and only found a few words."

"But later, when Taichu Peak was practicing swords, the disciple encountered something strange..." Chongshuang's voice was a little unsteady.

"I kindly ask Master for guidance. Is this the proof of the half-demon that Master said?"

Chongshuang rolled up the sleeve of one arm, and the disciple's sword came out of its sheath, slashing across his arm neatly.He struck calmly and mercilessly, the sword edge cut a long and deep wound, and bright red blood gushed out.

Stretching his arms forward, Lu Tingqin could easily see the wound clearly.

Lu Tingqin's eyes widened slightly.

From scratching to reaching out, within a few breaths, the blood on Heavy Frost's arm was coagulated, and the wound showed signs of healing.

"When did it start?"

With Chongshuang's current fusion of power, he shouldn't have this healing speed.

Lu Tingqin frowned, stepped forward quickly, and carefully observed Chongshuang's incision.During these few steps, the wound healed faster, the coagulated blood turned brown, and scabs formed in a blink of an eye.

"I...don't know." Chongshuang's dark pupils looked at Lu Tingqin, not looking at Daozi cut open by his arm.

He didn't need to look to know what the wound looked like.

A few days ago, he accidentally injured himself while practicing swords, and he discovered his abnormal healing speed. He hid beside the cold pool of Taichu Peak, and in a corner where no one was sure, he cut his arm open again and again under the moonlight.

Under the cold light of the disciple's sword, he felt that he had become a monster.

Looking at the blood, which surged and healed at a speed that humans shouldn't have, I was terrified, and remembered what Lu Tingqin had said.

Lu Tingqin bent over, held Chongshuang's wrist, and focused on the completely healed wound.

With a light touch of his finger, the scab fell off, leaving a distinct white mark on his arm.But this trace is also rapidly fading, and within a short while, the entire arm is as clean as new.

"Any other feelings?" Lu Tingqin asked.

Chongshuang couldn't answer right away.His breathing paused at the moment when Lu Tingqin's cold hand held his wrist.The neck and the whole body were suddenly tinged with heat, making Lu Tingqin's jade-like white fingers extremely cold.

Feeling the temperature, Lu Tingqin felt uneasy.

"Your temperature is wrong. Is there any pain, chest tightness?"

"No……"

Lu Tingqin raised Heavy Shuang's hand close to her left ear, listening to the path of blood circulation.Press on the surface of your arm to check how fast your pulse is beating.Then, the nails run along the back of the hand and the bones of the wrist to judge the hardness of the skin.

Lu Tingqin felt that the skin under his hands was getting hotter and hotter.It seemed that Chongshuang would tremble every time his fingertips pressed down.

"Chongshuang, are you afraid?"

Chongshuang looked at Lu Tingqin hastily.He suddenly realized that he had seen Lu Tingqin's similar movements before.Although the methods are different...there may be needles and whips, but the essence of what they are doing is the same.

The moonlight was misty, the immortal held his hand, and there was no wave in the ancient well.

Close your eyes, and slowly open them again.

The light-colored pupils, like a layer of indifferent ice, stared blankly at Heavy Frost.It was as if he was looking at something more important through him.

"...Master?"

Heavy frost murmured.

Lu Tingqin's eyes have always been cold, in the past experiments, it was not often like this, staring at him as if looking at a dead object.He always thought that this meant Lu Tingqin hated and bored.

However, at this moment, Lu Tingqin's words were calm, combined with his previous actions, this was... looking at his meridians?

"Shut up." Lu Tingqin frowned. "Your heart is beating too fast, let it be quiet, I won't be able to see clearly."

"Yes Yes……"

The heavy frost was hard to control.The more I think about it, the more my heart will not listen to persuasion, and it will almost evacuate all the blood, suffocating the brain.

Lu Tingqin silently bypassed the violent movement, the red light symbolizing the heart's movement, and carefully observed the condition of the power in Chongshuang's body.

Compared with observing the sound of the wind, grass blades, and the movement of people around, seeing the internal meridian movement of a monk requires more mind and strength.When necessary, it should be supplemented with spiritual flow into the eyes to see more clearly.

Within Chongshuang's body, Gui Yuan Jue flowed in a steady trajectory, a black-golden air flow oozing out from under his ribs like silk, and mixed into the movement of the spiritual flow.Occasionally there is a hint of stagnation, but it can be resolved quickly by itself.

This is not right and there is no precedent in the notes.

Lu Tingqin held his breath and observed more carefully.

Everything was going well for Chongshuang, or in other words, it was too good, far beyond the progress he should have made now.

Perhaps after the dispute, Chongshuang has been doubting and thinking, and with the collision, he admitted more and more that he has dragon blood flowing in his body.Consciousness and the body's situation reached an agreement. In this state, one more burst of dragon energy can be appeased, and the degree of being able to bear the transformation can be reached.

Lu Tingqin was secretly anxious.

The transformation must have a tempered dragon core, and hand it over to the dragon clan for final guidance.If not, the early stage is equivalent to a waste of effort.

The unexpected progress bar silently reminded him to speed up the progress.He withdrew his spiritual power, gathered his mind and returned to his normal vision.His heart ached instantly, and his mind was dizzy.

Lu Tingqin rubbed his forehead.Li San just told him today to adjust the spiritual flow and always protect the heart eroded by the devil energy.I got some spiritual power to go into the eyes, and that's it.This can't let the two senior brothers know.

Lu Tingqin's pale complexion was reflected in Zhongshuang's eyes, and he felt that part of his soul had gone with him.

"Master, are you still in good health? It's..."

Is it because of his Exorcism Sword Talisman?It aroused Lu Tingqin's suppressed devilish energy, and after that, Lu Tingqin's body suddenly became weak.

Chongshuang's face turned paler than Lu Tingqin's.

He gripped his disciple's saber tightly, feeling the cold blade pierce his palm.The blood in the palm of the hand quickly soaked through the blade, and when he raised his hand again, the blood coagulated within an instant, as if there had never been a breach.

He felt dizzy in his head. He didn't know whether it was due to ischemia or his hematopoietic function could not keep up. His legs softened, and he knelt down on the ground with a plop, his forehead pressed tightly against the bluestone road. He recalled Lu Tingqin's blood-stained chest. Dare to close your eyes.

"It's okay, get up." Lu Tingqin took a few breaths, and quickly calmed down. "Don't worry about the half-demon thing... You have already met your new uncle. From now on, the identities of you and Anuo will not be announced to the public at the Xuanqing Sect."