Sect Leader Is Under Great Pressure

After a monk's golden core becomes [-]%, the body will solidify and will not grow again for a long time.

Therefore, unless there are some weirdos who deliberately turned into old men, the younger the monks, the earlier they will become enlightened.

Compared with Master, Feng Qingxiu became enlightened a little later, although she was less than twenty, but those two years were the age when her height grew rapidly, so Feng Qingxiu's figure was actually taller than the young Master's Inch.

But his master's aura is too great, even a giant looks very low in front of him.

Feng Qingxiu propped one hand on the rock behind Master, with a cold expression: "How fierce does Master want me to be?"

Ji Yunlai was in a trance for a moment, the familiar feeling even made the illusioned heart beat a little faster, he couldn't help it, and raised his hand to caress his apprentice's face, however, even if it's just a distraction now, he is still The human immortal came back to his senses the moment he stretched out his hand, and the outstretched hand naturally fell on the apprentice's shoulder, and said with a low voice, "Xiaoqing is very fierce this time, and really scared me."

Feng Qingxiu let go of her hand, turned around and left, and seemed to be able to see the faint black air behind him.

Looking at the rippling shadow of his apprentice, Ji Yunlai slowly sat down on the stone chair and picked up the tea prepared by his apprentice.

The fragrance of tea is still there, and the tea water is slightly warm, just like a gentleman, as warm as jade.

Putting down his teacup, he stared at his apprentice's finger that had just touched him.

The fingertips are slender, white and beautiful. Just laying them like this is like the natural carving of God, with a trace of warmth that has not dissipated.

That feeling is like a heartbeat.

It seemed that something was beyond his limit.

How could this be so?Ji Yunlai supported his family with his hands and fell into deep thought.

Recalling the past one by one, he suddenly discovered that since he woke up the next day when he was 16 years old, he had obviously been in panic all the time.

But it seemed that the moment he saw Xiaoqing, he calmed down.

There are tens of thousands of Kunlai disciples, but his own gaze never shifted, and he was even so blind that he didn't notice the difference.

No, or it's just too different, so different for granted...

So, I seem to like Xiaoqing?

How is it possible, obviously we are masters and apprentices, Ji Yunlai frowned slightly, wanting to reject his idea, I didn't accept him as a disciple because I like him...?

He thought about it carefully, and suddenly felt a little discouraged.

It seems that Xiaoqing was accepted as a disciple because he really liked him, but at that time, it was this kind of liking, not that kind of liking...

Yes, I was really pure at that time, and I liked the love of a junior!Although thinking was 16 years old at that time—no, don’t take 16 years old as an issue, I have been on the earth for more than [-] years, how can I be his elder!

But after thinking it over, Ji Yunlai became even more discouraged, so I really like Xiaoqing?

Just, do you feel better?

Is it... the loneliness of being single for thousands of years?

Ji Yunlai chuckled, picked up the tea bowl, and took a sip. The tea was slightly cold and slightly astringent.

It's just...it's not good.

Xiaoqing is still young and still has a good life, and I am his master, so I shouldn't affect his three views, let alone use my status to bias him.

When he grows up and has experience and experience, let's see if I still have this throbbing.

Before that, I was his master.

Just his master.

He raised the tea bowl and drank it in one gulp.

But suddenly came back to his senses.

Wait, so in the past, I often teased Xiaoqing inadvertently...

Alas...be more careful in the future.

After thinking everything through, Ji Yunlai realized that he was not happy.

On the contrary, thinking of not being able to tease the fried-haired Qing in the future, although his face is cold and indifferent, his heart is full of lovelessness.

After sitting in a daze for a long time, he turned his head and found that the apprentice locked himself in the room again.

A little... I don't know what to do with Xiaoqing.

……

Sitting silently for a long time, the apprentice still did not come out.

Ji Yunlai thought for a while, and decided to leave for a while, so that he could clear himself up.

The young man surnamed Luo who took over the Dao of Heaven had already left Feilai Peak with the stone that fell from his Dao Seed, and headed for Jiuyuan Ravine.

And in his spiritual consciousness, An Xian also packed her equipment and prepared to go to the black witch land.

Ji Yunlai was also a little curious about that place. What is there to be afraid of in such a dangerous place that he dare not go to easily?

It just so happened that he was going there to find something, so he went first.

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On the other side, Feng Qingxiu went back to her room and filled the room with restrictions before she buried her head in the soft bed.

God knows that he was almost scared to death by himself just now.

At the moment when he was so annoyed that he pushed Master back, he actually naturally thought... just thought... how could he think like this?

That is his most respected master, how could he want to overthrow his master? !

And Master, how could he be pushed over so easily by himself!

In addition, he looked at his hand, it was this hand that pushed Master just now, I don't wash my hands—no!This hand should be chopped off!

Feng Qingxiu touched the tips of her hot ears.

Suddenly, I realized that I may, may, or, vaguely, seem to be... no, no!I just respect the master, that is the love of the disciples for the master!

What was I thinking, he pressed his hot face with the hand he pushed past Master.

That's Master!

The master I have been worshiping since I was a child.

It's just that I'm too young, so I should recite the Qingxin Jue a little more, I can't have such thoughts anymore.

But the master is so beautiful, I fantasize... no, I can't think about it, this is an insult to the master!

How could this be so!

Feng Qingxiu only felt that her mind was in a mess, and her heart was as uneasy as if she was worried about whether she would be selected for Kunlai.

Glancing out of the corner of his eye, he found his own shadow swaying ripplingly.

Feng Qingxiu couldn't even raise the strength to pump it.

After a while, he found his own shadow seemed to be watching him silently.

Although the shadow cannot actually be seen, he still has a feeling.

Thinking of the consequences of stabbing him with the invisible sword before, Feng Qingxiu couldn't breathe, she couldn't even manage a shadow by herself, so how could she be the master's apprentice?

……

Confused, he thought for a long time, but his mind was still in a mess, so Feng Qingxiu simply covered his head with a pillow and slept well.

This is what I taught you when you are uneasy. If you can’t solve it, you should take a good rest, adjust your mood, and face it again. Don’t force yourself into samadhi, so as not to get mad.

The shadow next to him tilted his head and returned to Feng Qingxiu's body.

Feng Qingxiu is dreaming again.

He dreamed that his master was standing quietly in front of a blood-stained white camellia, and he was watching him, but he couldn't do anything.

That is not the master I am familiar with, he is too cold, just standing beside him, I have the illusion of shivering from the cold.

Master was there watching the blood on the white camellia, from sunrise to sunset, to sunrise again.

The camellias are in full bloom, and the blood stains are as bright as yesterday, but the surrounding forests gradually turn from green to yellow, and finally covered with white snow until the first snow melts and everything regenerates.

Finally, his gaze turned to himself.

After a long time, he said, "You won."

There was no ups and downs in that voice, but Feng Qingxiu just wanted to jump over and tell Master to stop looking, but she couldn't move.

The master raised his fingertips, and the snowy fingertips were wrapped with a bit of domineering sword light, but slowly moved towards his eyebrows.

Feng Qingxiu almost screamed and wanted to pounce on it.

But he couldn't move, as if he was just a lingering obsession.

Master, what are you doing?

"I don't want to wait for you to come back." As if hearing his roar, the master on the opposite side calmly stabbed the ray of sword light at his own brow, but his voice finally had a gentle warmth, like a warm The feather floated to the bottom of his heart, and he said, "Don't be afraid, I just want to let us meet at the best time."

No, no, I don't want to meet you, I just want you to be well, just be well!

I'll be back soon, you wait for me——