Don't run away, the author of the pit text

Anqing was unwilling to attack Pingkong. After she joined the Ice Spirit Sect, Pingkong cared for her even more than the elder sister Anping. Of course, Anqing's own talent deserved such preferential treatment, but that dedication was Sincerely, even, An Qing thought about it, she would rather be an ordinary person, so that she would not be able to help that person deal with her master one day.

The Drunken Dream Vine that grows with the passion fruit, the juice of the vine is made into a powder, the aroma is sweet and intoxicating, unless the monks below Huashen Dzogchen are on guard, they will gradually lock their spiritual power, only the passion fruit can release the medicinal properties .

It's just that if the fragrance of the drunken dream vine is not handled properly, it will not distinguish between the enemy and the enemy, locking the cultivation bases of both parties, not to mention that the fragrance of the drunken dream vine is too strong, monks who have been walking in the upper realm for a long time will instinctively guard against this fragrance, collect It is also difficult, and it is similar to the existence of "chicken ribs".

But the memory just took advantage of this weak point, bullying Pingkong, who had never heard of this kind of trick, ostentatiously ate passion fruit on the flying sword, and quietly and slowly locked Pingkong's cultivation base with the fragrance powder of drunken dream vine.

"It should be inside." Looking at the house surrounded by groups, the memory guided Ping Kong's thinking to what she wanted the other party to think.

Although he didn't know why the other party was more excited than himself, he touched his nose in the air, but followed in after remembering to knock out the guard.

I entered the house smoothly, and found the secret room smoothly, but when I turned my head, why did the person who led the way disappear, "Memories?"

No matter how stupid Pingkong was, she realized that something was wrong, but the back road disappeared before her eyes, and she could only move forward. On both sides of the road, there were colorful murals.

Pingkong carefully observed the content of each mural, rubbed his fingers against the uneven wall, and Pingkong's heart was full of turbulent waves. He couldn't believe it. If the content of these murals is true, then what are they monks?

"Every monk who enters here sees these murals with the same look in your eyes, panic, bewildered, half-believing."

"you…"

"The 840th year of the Celestial Calendar, hehe, any Mahayana cultivator can live for thousands of years. Why is there only 840 years of history left, you idiots, why no one thinks about it carefully!"

"Memories..." Pingkong looked at the hideous memories, and for some reason, she felt a little distressed.

Memories grabbed Pingkong by the collar, looked at Pingkong with bloodshot eyes, "Hand over the last part of Dao Bing Jue."

"...No." Ping Kong refused, and the next moment, she was thrown to the ground hard, and a foot stepped on her right leg mercilessly.

"That doesn't belong to you, hand it over!"

"The rules of the Ice Spirit Sect, the secret books of the sect must never be given to outsiders, and the secret books can only be given to each head afterward, ah!"

Memories broke Ping Kong's right leg, "Say!"

Without her spiritual body protection, Pingkong was left to be slaughtered, her limbs were trampled off, and she was picked up like a piece of rag.

Memories carried Pingkong who passed out, thought for a while, and took Pingkong to another hospital.

"See master."

"Tell Qing'er to wait for me in the study."

"Yes."

When An Qing went to the study, although he had already prepared himself mentally, he was still very surprised to see Ping Kong's appearance this time.

"It's only a matter of the follow-up to the Bing Jue, and the big thing will come true. Qing'er, tell me, how to deal with this obstacle in the way."

"... "

"Have you softened?"

"Mother-in-law, she is my master." An Qing knelt down suddenly, she couldn't do anything to Ping Kong, after all, she had a sense of belonging to the Ice Spirit Sect.

"Hahahaha" Memories laughed, and slapped Fei Anqing with a palm, "Trash, if you're like this, why should I keep you?"

Another palm was about to be swung, An Qing closed her eyes, she couldn't dodge, dodging would only make herself worse.

"Enough." A weak but unignorable voice.

"master?"

Pingkong was awakened by the memories when Anqing came in, but she was unable to speak at that time. It's not that she was not angry at Anqing's betrayal, but she also watched the other grow up, and the child had a kind of affection for herself. Even though it might be acting, she can only admit it, "I will give you the formula, An Qing is innocent, An Qing, you will no longer be a disciple of my Ice Spirit Sect." The last sentence is for An Qing to listen to. of.

"It's good that there is a deep relationship between master and student, Qing'er will go out."

Covering all the emotions in her eyes, An Qing walked out slowly, clutching her chest, "...Yes."

Looking back at the study, An Qing could only go to An Hao after all.

An Hao didn't know what was going on with An Qing, but it was only a few hours, how did she get seriously injured and hit herself with her eyes closed.

"Senior Sister~Senior Sister~" Pushed and shoved several times, the other party looked unconscious.

Anhao got out of bed, reluctantly hugged Anqing to bed, and asked the person outside the door for a basin of hot water. Hey, if it was someone else, she wouldn't serve her like an old lady.

While tucking in the quilt, he muttered, "I told you to trap me here and not let me recover my spiritual power. Is it okay now? I have to be busy with things that can be solved with a spell. Help you send spiritual power to help you recover, you see, you are not self-inflicted."

"... "

"...Do you want to suddenly open your eyes?" An Hao was so frightened by An Qing's sudden sobriety that she fell directly beside the bed.

"An'an, my chest is a little stuffy." The corner of her mouth was raised, but An Hao looked at the teardrops in the corner of this man's eyes, not sure whether the other party was happy or unhappy.

Following the thoughts in her heart, Anhao covered Anqing, "Senior sister, I'm still here." Such a fragile Anqing no longer made her feel oppressed, but she didn't like the fragile Anqing, the weak Tang Yi , She will feel distressed, but she doesn't like such a heroine. It seems that there is a voice telling her that what she likes is the domineering, black-bellied, and powerful person.

In fact, the heartache is not because of liking...

"An'an, do you know how many years it is in Xianli?"

"…Can not remember."

"840 years, but what was the history before 840 years, do you know?"

"Senior sister, I haven't even figured out the 840 years."

"Ha, I forgot, An'an doesn't understand anything."

"..." The distress just now should still be fed to the dog, right?

"Before the fairy calendar, it was the chaotic calendar. It was a magical era. The five-element single spiritual root is the lowest spiritual root, followed by the mixed spiritual root, then the mutant spiritual root, and the top one is the chaotic spiritual root!"