I'm afraid I won't survive [Quick Transmigration]

The sand under his feet suddenly sank into a piece, and the bone mountain shook slightly, and many pale skeletons rolled down to his feet. Xu Si's heart beat violently, and he looked up in astonishment, just in time to see the scene where Ling Jiuwei was hit hard, spray The splash of blood instantly hurt his eyes.

As soon as he raised his hand, the slow and careful process of taking the needle was violently accelerated, and the three wooden pegs were pulled out in a hurry.

"Help him heal." Xu Si nodded towards Fang Feixu, dropped four words, picked up Qi Shang and rushed out of the barrier.

"Master!" Xu Si raised her hand, used Qi Shang to block Si Qiong's critical attack of true energy, and opened her arms to protect Ling Jiuwei.

"Go back." Ling Jiu wiped the blood from the corner of his lips slightly, trying to push his hand away.

Didn't move.

"You...are injured." Xu Si gave him a distressed look, stuck his neck, and stood motionless.

Xu Si could see the blow just now. The power was evident from Ling Jiuwei's staggering figure, the veins popping out on his forehead, and the two masses of masseter muscles protruding from his mandible.

The injury will only be more serious than he imagined.

"Stop what you just did." Ling Jiuwei couldn't compete with him, and coughed violently, "It's important to protect your golden core."

"But Master... those people fell for the Si family..."

"So what? What do those people have to do with you and me?" Ling Jiuwei's peachy eyes slanted slightly, spreading a boundless coldness, "They are all sanctimonious people who are greedy for life and afraid of death, and death is not a pity."

Xu Si was stunned, he seemed to have heard the same words before.

When letting go of the Red and White Shuangsha, he also said.

"What does the whole world of cultivating immortals have to do with me?"

That's right, Ling Jiuwei has always been an indifferent and ruthless person. He is indifferent not because he has a pure heart and no distractions, but because he never puts anyone in his eyes, and doesn't care about other people's good or bad, so he can do it naturally The elegance and calmness of "flowers drift by themselves and water flows by itself".

But digging a little deeper, Xu Si shook his head. In fact, Ling Jiuwei also had his own warmth.When Si Zhilan was dying and asked her to be lonely, he readily agreed, Xu Si pretended to be pitiful and he could reluctantly rub his back for him, when Ling's family was destroyed, he pretended to be brave but was secretly heartbroken, including flying stones to save Fang Feixu in secret back then... Let's count them down, Too much, he was supposed to be an extremely warm person, what happened to force him into a cold and hard shell?

"Qi Shang..." Si Qiong fixed his eyes on the Patriarch's sword in Xu Si's hand, and radiated a warm and greedy gaze. He clicked his tongue twice and said sarcastically, "Third brother, do you think you are worthy of this sword?" Si's Sword? You haven't even been able to use half of its power...a good weapon was given to a toothless boy, Qu Cai, Qu Cai..."

Xu Si grinned, weighed the sword in his hand, "Why, do you want it?"

"If I want it, can you give it to elder brother?" Si Qiong rolled his eyes and stretched out his hand.

"That depends on your ability!" Xu Si frowned, and stabbed out with the long sword.

Si Qiong transformed into a red-glowing slender double-edged sword in his palm, and he blocked it with his hand.

Apparently at the beginning, he only treated Si Huang as a brat who hadn't fully grown his fur yet, and he dealt with the tricks with a playful mentality, planning to send him to see his miserable second brother with a slap when he had enough fun.

However, the more he moved, the more confused he became.

"Huh?" The rapier in his hand was thrown flying, and Si Qiong slid a step back, narrowly avoiding that tricky and weird sword move.

For some reason, he faintly felt that his third younger brother danced a set of swordsmanship, smacking him, restraining him from time to time, as if it had been calculated in advance, suppressing him the whole time.

Xu Si also felt that something was wrong, it was so smooth!He just followed what Ling Jiuwei had taught him, and did what he wanted, and didn't care too much about how to move the sword. He just swung the sword based on his physical instinct. If he could win this way, this Si Qiong must be too good!

But when he thought about it carefully, the sword move he subconsciously danced just now seemed to be the weird sword technique that the old man Xuanji taught him before.

correct!Xuanjizi!Isn't he Si Qiong's master?What about people now?

Xu Si looked around nervously, but he couldn't see the old man at all. Now he had to wonder what the old man's original intention was to teach him this set of sword skills!Did he already have a hunch that his apprentice has turned black? !

Si Qiong naturally also thought of it, who else in the world can know him well besides his master?

"Hehehe, it seems that my unscrupulous master has taught you a lot." He simply didn't use the sword, tore off the sleeve of his left hand, and raised his arm with black meridians to the sky, looking like What a weird moon worship ceremony.

Xu Si subconsciously led Ling Jiuwei to take a step back.

It was suddenly dark.

Can't see five fingers.

Sudden loss of vision in a dangerous environment would cause strong anxiety. Xu Si and Ling Jiuwei leaned against each other's backs, paying attention to any disturbance in the dark.

"Master...can outsiders affect your little world?" Xu Si felt incredible.

"The other party also opened the Little Thousand World." Ling Jiuwei's voice sounded a little weak, "And the other party's mental power is stronger than mine at the moment, so it completely covers my Little Thousand World."

Xu Si's breathing was stagnant. Was Ling Jiuwei's injury so serious?

In the dark space, time seemed to have stopped flowing. Xu Si could only hear Ling Jiuwei's breathing in his ears, and feel the rise and fall of his chest through his back.

I don't know how long it took, until Xu Si felt that her other senses were going numb, faint green fireworks floated in front of her eyes, a cluster here and a little bit there, slowly rotating around the two of them.

"It's Yinyanzhu!" Ling Jiuwei turned around and wrapped Xu Si in his arms, covered his eyes with one hand, and whispered a warning in his ear, "Don't open your eyes, don't look."

The slightly trembling eyelashes brushed the palm of his hand, bringing a crisp and itchy touch, and Ling Jiuwei curled up his fingertips slightly.

Because of Ling Jiuwei's timely action, Xu Si only aimed at the corner of the green flame.

But Ling Jiuwei inevitably saw it.

In the clusters of green flames the size of candles, there is a half-closed ghost eye, once it meets someone, it will suddenly open wide, and make a friendly three-eyed meeting.

Ling Jiu, who was stared at, was covered in white sweat, and his clenched hand was wet with sweat.

According to rumors, seeing the demon in the dark eye, the demon is strong, the mud feet are deep, and the mind is lost.

Yinyanzhu actually parasitizes in Si Qiong's Xiaoqian world... It shows that he has been controlled by the heart demon and has no mind.

Suddenly thinking of something, Ling Jiuwei immediately covered his face with his sleeves.

But it was too late.

The bamboo in his arms disappeared, and the man with his back turned away slowly turned around... Ling Tianxuan.Ling Jiu narrowed his eyes slightly. He was sober at the moment, knowing that what he was facing was his own inner demon for many years.

"I haven't seen you for a long time, how are you?" The hypocrite who was his master smiled with benevolence and morality on his face, a rare hypocrite in this world.

Ling Jiuwei remained silent, he only cared about where Zhu Yin was.

"Is that your beloved?" Ling Tianxuan asked with concern, not paying any attention to his apprentice's frosty face that looked like a day for thousands of years.

Ling Jiu frowned slightly, the one you love?

About yes.

"As a teacher, I never thought that he would be a man. But he is handsome and suitable for you." Ling Tianxuan smiled wryly, "But it's better not to let your mother know about this, she has a bad temper , I’m afraid I’ll hit you with a damp feather duster.”

One sentence lifted the karma that had been burning in Ling Jiuwei's heart for ten years, and he gritted his teeth, "You don't deserve to mention her."

Ling Tianxuan took a deep look at him, sighed and shook his head, then turned and walked away.

Ling Jiu's chest heaved slightly, his eyes were red, he told himself over and over again, it's fake, it's all fake, Ling Tianxuan had already been beaten to death by his hands, don't get angry about it anymore, it's not worth it!

After repeating this warning again and again, the anger in my heart subsided a lot.

At this time, the picture in front of me suddenly changed, and there was a dense bamboo forest all around. It was midsummer, the sun was hot, and the bamboo leaves were hanging on the bamboo poles, showing a tired and tired state.

Inside the bamboo forest, a man was correcting the young apprentice's wrong sword moves with his hands. The sweat soaked the thin clothes of the seven-year-old boy, and also soaked the white robe of the middle-aged man.

Ling Jiuwei's eyes widened suddenly, and the child was him.

That man... was Ling Tianxuan who was only 27 years old.

Ling Jiuwei watched with cold eyes, feeling that the scene of the teacher's kindness and apprentice's filial piety was particularly eye-catching.

In the blink of an eye, the eight-year-old Ling Jiu was slightly stricken with the wind and cold again. Ling Tianxuan stayed by his bed all night, checking his pulse, sending his true essence, and soup and medicine.

Ling Jiuwei clenched his fists tightly, and he began to wonder, Ling Tianxuan didn't need to please such an innocent child who didn't know anything, what's the point?

There are too many such scenes, too many to see, and so many that the sky is everywhere.

In the end, the picture freezes on Ling Tianxuan's pained words before he died, "Although I made mistakes when I was young, I have a clear conscience towards you. After so many years, I am no match for a life you have never seen before." Father!"

In fact, he can avoid it completely.

That blow was heart-wrenching.

He also thought he would dodge.

But he didn't...

He went up by himself.

Ling Jiu lowered her head slightly, her eyelids fluttered, and a hot teardrop rolled down.

For so many years, he tried to brainwash himself with hatred. He killed the right person, that person deserved to die, but every time he dreamed back at midnight, he would remember how well his master treated him like his own son.

At that time, he thought all of this was deceit, a big lie woven by Ling Tianxuan himself, but as he got older, he began to understand that some concerns cannot be faked, and some eyes cannot be faked.

When the flames of regret flickered faintly, he would forcefully convince himself again, emphasizing again and again that the other party deserved to die, so that cruel scene would be played repeatedly in his small world.

He reminded himself all the time that some things have been done, and there is no turning back or regretting for the rest of his life.

Otherwise it will only be more painful.

But today, everything is clearly revealed, and it is done in broad daylight, so he can't hide it no matter how much he wants to hide it.

He had to admit that he actually missed his master very much, the person who was once comparable to his father in his mind.