Zhu He

Dong Qinghe asked: "You want to kill me?"

Chang Jiaci didn't answer, but stared at him bitterly for a moment, then suddenly howled in pain.

Dong Qinghe frowned, and reached for his pulse, and then touched his lower abdomen, feeling a fire under his palm.So with a twist of the fingertips, a steady stream of true energy was injected into Jiaci's belly.

A coolness poured into Jiaci's body, dispelling the painful feeling of being injured by Dong Qinghe. He stared at the person in front of him intently, with emotional turmoil between his brows and eyes. After some ups and downs, he gradually calmed down again, like returning The surface of the water after the storm is average.

After a while, Dong Qinghe withdrew his hand.

"Master..." Chang Jiaci, who had slowed down his breath, let out a soft cry.

Dong Qinghe sat by the bed and looked at him silently.

"Master..." Jiaci's eyes flickered, and there was confusion in his eyes, as if waking up from a dream, "What happened to me just now?"

Dong Qinghe said: "You were insane before."

Chang Jiaci was surprised and seemed to get up: "What?! Then I..."

Dong Qinghe held his shoulders and slowly pushed him back on the bed: "Have you been practicing?"

"I……"

"You're too eager for quick success." Dong Qinghe said with a hint of reproach in his tone.

"I just want... to get started quickly." Jiaci's face was filled with blankness, and against the pale face, he looked even more innocent.

Dong Qinghe shook his head: "I know you want to be strong, but your internal injuries are still unhealed, and your original energy is still undetermined. Excessive consumption of Qi channels will only damage your lungs, and... I just probed your dantian, and there is a turbid air in your abdomen. surge."

"Then, what is that?" Chang Jiaci was nervous.

"It's not the breath that I practiced with the Qinghe Men's mental method. The only possibility is the original mana of the Wuwu Neidan." Speaking of this, Dong Qinghe sighed, "I was negligent. Is that thing a murderer? You are not a solid foundation, and if you are lucky, you are likely to be disturbed by him."

"How could this be..." Chang Jiaci was stunned, and then said in the next moment, "Since this is the case, then I still don't want to practice.

Dong Qinghe was surprised: "Why?"

Chang Jiaci lowered his eyes: "I...don't want to practice anymore, I won't become a talent, let Master worry about it in vain."

Dong Qinghe looked at the frustrated young man, and said: "It's just that we went astray for a while, how can we give up eating just because of choking."

"But..." Jiaci was excited, "I almost, almost hurt you just now, if it comes again in the future..."

Dong Qinghe couldn't help laughing: "It's just some residual turbidity of the twig, these obstructions are far from enough to hurt me." Dong Qinghe said that he was self-effacing, but in fact, even a few adult twigs stood in front of him. , Cutting down is just a matter of ease.

After Chang Jiaci heard this, he still couldn't feel relieved. He lay on the bed curled up into a ball, his eyes were red with sadness.

"But Master is in danger because of me, and I cannot escape the responsibility..."

Dong Qinghe said: "It won't happen in the future, it seems that your injury should be healed by me, and I will also guide you to build your foundation to the early stage of Jindan. , then it would be no wonder.”

Dong Qinghe said some comforting words again, which made Chang Jiaci temporarily agree to continue to practice, but after the confrontation just now, his body has recovered a lot, and he must not be able to practice Qi in a short time up.

Seeing the person on the bed slowly closing his eyes with lingering fear on his face, and holding his sleeve with one hand uneasy, Dong Qinghe gently pulled the quilt for him.

After a while, he turned his head to look at the scattered broken sword on the ground, his eyes were thoughtful...

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Unable to practice, only to heal his injuries, Chang Jiaci's life in Pianshiju seemed boring.

Dong Qinghe came to treat Jiaci's injuries every day at You hour, and during the rest of the time, Jiaci could only read and sleep alone in the room.For a person like him, how can he read books, so that he feels that he has gained weight in vain from going to bed early until late at night.

On this day, Jiaci leaned against the window sill and looked at a pot of moon orchids in a daze, then turned around and saw Qinglang Qingyi and the others passing by outside.

Jiaci grinned at them and successfully got Qingyi's eyes.

Qinglang asked: "Jiaci, what are you doing?"

Chang Jiaci said: "Practice."

"You practice this skill quite leisurely, you are the only one in Qinghe Sect." Qingyi snorted coldly.

Qinglang glared at Qingyi, and then said to Jiaci: "If you are idle, you can actually walk around the house, and the sect master won't blame you."

Jiaci really showed surprise.

Qinglang nodded: "Don't go except the back mountain, where the disciples who made mistakes in the gate are imprisoned, and everything else should be fine."

"Then where are you going now?" Chang Jiaci saw that several people were holding food and clothes in their hands, "Is Master back?"

"We are..."

Qinglang wanted to say something, but Qingyi winked at him, and was reprimanded by Qinglang in a low voice: "Why don't you understand the rules? He is already a member of the Qinghe Sect at this moment, and was brought back by the sect master himself. Has the Lord come to speak to you?"

After being scolded like this, Qingyi became wilted, and Qingyue, who had been stalking her neck, also lowered her head.

Then Qinglang said to Jiaci again: "We are going to visit Qingxi, he is awake."

They were arguing there, but Jiaci was still smiling, until he heard this, he was slightly stunned: "Qingxi?"

Afraid that he would forget, Qing Lang explained: "Have you seen him before? He was also injured by that monster in your village before, and he was rescued on the same day as you."

Chang Jiaci thought of the boy with a big hole in his stomach, and suddenly realized: "Oh, it turned out to be him, is he better?"

"I opened my eyes a few days ago, I should have woken up."

"That's great!" Jiaci was delighted, "If you survive a catastrophe, you will surely have future blessings!"

"No matter how great your fortune is, it's not as great as yours." Qingyi complained lightly.

Seeing the sincere smile in Jiaci's eyes, Qinglang asked, "Do you want to go and see it with us?"

Qingyi wanted to speak, but thought of Qinglang's reprimand just now, so she shut up again.

As soon as Jiaci's eyes lit up, he turned around and jumped out from between the window bars: "Okay, okay, I want to take a look..."

So several people went to another side courtyard of Pianshiju together.

Originally, the four servants lived together, but considering that Qingxi needed to rest, they moved him to the other side of the courtyard.

The road was breezy, sunny and warm, but Jia Ci, who came here for the first time, was not very excited. He just lowered his head and casually played with a piece of green tree branch in his hand, not knowing what he was thinking.

Qing Lang found out, and walked a little slower to his side, asking: "Are you still in good health?"

Chang Jiaci shook his head: "It's much better."

Qing Lang said: "Then rest and rest, the days to come will be long, there is no rush."

Chang Jiaci sensed that the other party was comforting him, and couldn't help but smile gratefully: "I also know, what I'm worried about isn't that my practice is too slow..."

"Why is that?"

Jiaci paused, and honestly told everyone that he almost hurt Dong Qinghe a few days ago, and was afraid that he would be disturbed by this in the future, and instead hurt his master.

Chang Jiaci thought that he would be blamed by many parties, at least Qingyi Qingyue would despise himself for being stupid and hurt the sect master they admired.But he didn't want everyone to laugh together after hearing his words.

Especially Qingyi, who laughed so much that she held Qingyue beside her with one hand so as not to fall down.

"You... You said you almost hurt the sect master? Are you afraid you will be hurt again in the future? Hahahahaha, did I hear correctly?"

Jia Ci looked solemn: "No, no, it's true... I also know I was wrong..."

"You were wrong, you were making a big daydream..." Qingyi continued to laugh mercilessly.

Qingyue also pursed his lips and his shoulders trembled slightly, looking at him with a gifted look of pretending to be affectionate.

Jiaci Zhanger Monk couldn't figure it out, he opened his mouth and didn't know whether to refute or continue to admit his mistake.

Fortunately, Qing Lang made a timely move, walked over and gave the troublemaker abducted alone, then turned around and said to Jiaci: "Don't worry, the current you can't hurt the sect master."

"I know that my cultivation level is low, and after the fight yesterday, I became even more aware. But I... used the sword on my master. It was an ancient sword hanging in the guest room. I saw it secretly. The blade was sharp. If it was at that time A few more minutes..."

Chang Jiaci wanted to explain with lingering fear, but was interrupted by Qingyi sneering.

"Cut, what is that sword blade? You know that even the artifact made from the beak of the Bifang beast can't do anything to our sect master!"

Chang Jiaci was taken aback.

"There is also the Sword of Dispelling Taboo of Taoist Master Wuyang of Lushan Pavilion." Qing Yue said softly from the side.

"Oh, that's right, the Sword of Dispelling Taboo was forged from the ancient ice under the Xu River, coupled with the magic power of Taoist Wuyang, but it still couldn't break the golden light shield of our sect master."

"Yun Canzi's yin-yang pestle doesn't seem to work either."

"That's right, the old man lost the Gushan Festival ten years ago."

"Well, don't forget Fu Zhaoying."

"He can't do it anymore, that broken knife will turn into powder if it meets the sect master's sword energy."

"...I don't know if the owner of Tianshi Tower can fight against the master's Fuguang sword."

"I find it difficult..."

"Jiaci?" Qingyi and Qingyue chatted more and more enthusiastically, but Qing Lang found that Jiaci's face was even more ugly, so he kindly comforted the other party.

"What everyone means is that you don't need to worry too much about this matter. Apart from his boundless cultivation, the sect master's golden light is also famous in the three realms. If you make a move, none of those things can get close to the sect master."

"So, there is no weapon to fight?" Jiaci was horrified.

"Maybe there is, but no one knows." Qing Lang said proudly.

"Yes, is it? That's really... amazing!" Jiaci praised with bright eyes, and the branch in his hand was broken in half by him excitedly.