The villain master got pregnant after being whitewashed [Transmigration Book]

As soon as this remark came out, there was an uproar around.

"Did Immortal Master Shuangyue just say that he wanted to hug Jingxi?"

"Okay, it seems to be..."

Jing Xi came back to her senses and got up immediately, avoiding Ye Ling's sight and outstretched hands, and bowed to the two of them, "Master, Immortal Que Luo."

Ye Ling didn't want to wait any longer, so she turned around and said goodbye to Bai Xuan, "Third brother, I'll take him back first."

Bai Xuan felt refreshed from being called "Third Brother", and he said hello, his smile deepened visible to the naked eye, "Xiao Ling will go back to rest, and Third Brother will be free to visit you in two days."

"it is good."

Looking at the backs of the three of Ye Ling who quickly disappeared, Ning Ling was so angry that he had nowhere to vent his anger. He flicked his whip to coax away the disciples who were watching the show, and scolded Bai Xuan, "Why are you so lawless now? ?!"

"Hey brother, is it just a volume of middle-level exercises? I'll ask someone to give you dozens of volumes later," Bai Xuan was still reminiscing about Ye Ling's obedient and docile appearance just now. Looking at Ning Leng's shoulder, "Look at your age, why are you still so stingy?"

"Is this a matter of practice or not?" Ning Leng beat his chest anxiously, shaking his head again and again, "I really don't know why you and the suzerain protect him like this!"

"That's because you haven't heard Xiaoling call you 'big brother'." Bai Xuan happily admired the fan, and smiled deeply, "My brother can't understand the happiness between me and the suzerain."

"......roll!"

Qingyun Peak, Hidden Bamboo Courtyard.

"Yu Lian, you go back first." Ye Ling saw Yu Lian standing aside hesitantly, his whole face was full of worry, and explained helplessly, "Don't worry, I won't punish him."

Yu Lian immediately withdrew, turning green and pale.

In the huge side hall, there were only two people breathing lightly. Ye Ling sat on the pear wood chair and looked at Jing Xi. The pale young man had kept his head down since he entered the room. The strands stuck to the front of the forehead to block the deep eyes, and the expression was difficult to distinguish.

"Is the injury better?" Ye Ling noticed the layers of gauze under Jing Xi's long sleeves, recalled the extremely sharp dagger and the terrifying edge of the knife last night, and asked with concern, "Hand out my hand have a look."

As soon as the words came out, Jing Xi's body tensed up suddenly, and after a long time, she said in a hoarse voice, "It's already healed, so you don't need to worry about it, Master."

Ye Ling frowned, the little apprentice was so wary of him that he was almost invulnerable, got up and came to his side to see the wound, subconsciously retreated when he saw someone, so he had to slow down his voice as much as possible to comfort him, It's like comforting a homeless puppy who has been bullied all the time, "Don't be afraid, my teacher won't hurt you."

The youth finally stopped struggling.

Avoiding the wound, he lifted the young man's arm carefully. Even though Ye Ling was extremely cautious when removing the gauze, the wound that had been bandaged indiscriminately stuck to the gauze, bloody and horribly bloody, as if silently mocking his self-deceiving nonsense just now .

The strong visual impact made Ye Ling gasp unconsciously. From the corner of her eye, she saw Jing Xi with a calm face, her long eyelashes drooping slightly, and her eyes were tightly glued to her hand on his wrist. She felt a little pity for no reason, "So Going down is not the solution, can I give you medicine for the teacher?"

After finishing speaking, he turned around, searched through boxes and chests to find a bunch of panaceas for healing injuries, spread them all on the wooden table, and called Jing Xi to come over, "Come and sit down."

Confusion, pain, and struggle were once again mixed in the young man's dark eyes, Ye Ling had no choice but to forcefully drag him over, and after cleaning for four weeks, sprinkled some medicinal powder on the wound.

Jing Xi's masseter muscle was tense, and sweat dripped on his face. Ye Ling thought he was in pain but dared not make a sound. He leaned down slightly, exhaled softly at the wound, and said softly, "It's just the two of us here. When it hurts, I yell out... Hey, what are you hiding?!"

Jing Xi withdrew her hand abruptly, her body receded back and her back was close to the back of the chair, her injured left hand was unconsciously clenched tightly, she gritted her teeth and endured it, and finally she spoke in a hoarse voice, and her whole body was exerting force when she spoke, "Master Honor... why did you save me today?"

The wound that had been bandaged with great effort burst open again, and Ye Ling was also a little annoyed, and asked, "What should you do?"

Disagreement between the master and the law enforcement elders is not a matter of one day, but it is not in his character to happen for no reason.

Is it really for him...

Jing Xi lowered her head and turned her face away, only Ye Ling's flowing white clothes were in the corner of her eyes; in a trance, the man who fell from the sky in the firelight ten years ago when he was used as an ominous person to worship the sky suddenly appeared in front of him. Wearing white clothes like this today, amidst the exclamation of those ignorant villagers, Qingqing asked him very gently,

"Do you want to go with me?"

It is this man who is as beautiful as a god, the man who once gave him the only beauty and happiness in this world, but cuts his flesh with a cold and sharp blade time and time again, looks at him indifferently like a stranger, and wipes his thin, slightly cold eyes. His lips stuck to his bleeding wound, greedily absorbing his vitality; but he tempered the poison and forced him to swallow it, and when the poison broke out on a full moon night, he threw him a pill like alms, cold and cold. and said to him, "Go away by yourself."

From then on, this man who was once regarded as a god by him has become an existence that is painful to touch and incapable of escaping.

Ye Ling couldn't figure out what Jing Xi was thinking, but seeing his gloomy and resentful eyes, she also guessed that it was definitely not a good thing, fearing that he might be thinking wrong, so she pondered for a while and called seriously, "Jing Xi."

The young man raised his head subconsciously, just in time to bump into a pair of dark and steady eyebrows and eyes.

"Since you still call me 'Master', don't ask this question again." Ye Ling bandaged the young man's wound with gauze again, appreciating the fruits of his labor with satisfaction, got up and returned to his seat, and poured himself Pot of tea, put it on his lips and took a sip. After thinking for a long time, he finally said, "As for the past three years, I will give you an explanation. Give me some time, okay?"

Of course he knows that the trick of "slapping a piece of sweet dates" can't be fooled, especially Jing Xi, who has seen the world's cruelty since childhood, but now he can only try to stabilize him as much as possible, and then think of other ways.

Ye Ling couldn't help sighing in his heart, thinking that it's no wonder it's not easy for everyone in the world to be a teacher.

The tactic of delaying the attack really worked, Jing Xi hesitated for a moment, then nodded, "Okay."

Ye Ling showed a gratified smile, looked at the fluffy hair of a young puppy, and resisted the urge to reach out and rub it, thinking about how to proceed next.

Even if the original book did not explain that Jing Xi was counted by others, Ye Ling did not believe that he would bother to steal middle-level exercises; not to mention that Jing Xi's own cultivation had long since despised those, but the original body never restricted the access of disciples. In the Zangshu Pavilion that I read, I don't know how many high-level exercises are there.

What he has another picture is one of the three treasures of Wensu Pavilion - Yizhan Stone.This stone has been transformed into a human form, and if it is attached to a sword after being subdued, it will be able to understand people's minds.Jing Xi tricked everyone into getting the gems without knowing it, just to forge a sword of her own.However, spirit stones are difficult to tame. Even though Jing Xi is very proficient in forging, this sword was not tempered before he turned black into a fallen demon, and it took him a lot of spiritual power to cultivate.

Thinking of this, Ye Ling couldn't help being wronged for Jing Xi for a second. When other children changed their swords one after another as their cultivation base improved, Jing Xi was the only one in the whole Xuanqing sect who had been carrying Ye Ling on his back for ten years. The black iron sword weighing a hundred catties that was given as a gift when he was an apprentice is ugly and heavy.

Yi Zhanshi is his only chance.

After deliberating for a long time, in order not to make the original owner's design change too quickly and make people suspicious, Ye Ling decided not to take the initiative to mention the Lingshi, and it would not be too late to tell Jing Xi after a suitable saber was selected.

Ye Ling was fascinated, and after re-bandaging, seeing Jing Xi still not moving on the seat, subconsciously thought that there were other injuries on his body, and blurted out, "Take off your clothes and let me take a look."

Jing Xi was taken aback, "...Why do you want to take off your clothes?"

It was only then that Ye Ling remembered that Jing Xi hadn't been tortured, and awkwardly clenched his fist and coughed lightly on his lips, turned around and calmly put the bottles and cans on the table into a bag, and put them into Jing Xi's arms , skipped his question, and said softly, "You take these medicines back and use them first, if they are not enough, you can go up the mountain to get them."

This time Jing Xi didn't refuse any more, after taking the medicine, she couldn't wait to leave.

Ye Ling didn't force her, she watched people leave with a warm voice, she sat on the wooden chair and sipped tea unhurriedly, her brows were slightly frowned, and her eyes scanned the room repeatedly.

At present, he can't even control the original body so that he can freely retract and release his spiritual power. Naturally, it is impossible for him to go to battle in person to tame the spirit stone and refine the sword for Jingxi.

But it can still be done by gathering some wool from the original body.

In the original book, it was casually mentioned that the original body had a dark room in the bedroom, in which there were countless treasures of ancient books, and it should not be difficult to find a sword suitable for Jing Xi.

However, it is said that this dark room is extremely hidden, and there are many traps in it, no one can break it except the original body.

It was just noon outside the window, and through the Xuan window, it fell obliquely on a row of green-glazed porcelain bottles placed on the right side of the wooden frame. Ye Ling's heart moved, and various darkrooms with decorations as traps appeared in Ye Ling's mind. Turn the porcelain vases on the shelf one by one.

...Must react.

Reluctantly searching the shelf from left to right and bottom to top, but there was still no movement after turning over the whole shelf. Ye Ling raised his head and looked out the window in frustration, just in time to see someone wandering in place at the end of the bluestone slab not before.

Jing Xi?Why hasn't he left yet?

The young man hesitated for a while, then slowly lifted the bag in his right hand. With his back to Ye Ling, he couldn't tell the expression at this moment. He only knew that under the scorching sun, he stared at the bag and didn't move for a long time.

Ye Ling thought of Jing Xi's unusual obedience before she left, and her heart skipped a beat.

The young man threw away the burden without hesitation, and the burden drew a long arc in the air and disappeared into the depths of the bamboo forest.

Ye Ling: "..."

tough enough.

The darkroom was hard to find, and there was no hope of cleaning it up. Ye Ling, who had run into walls one after another, felt depressed, and turned around to lean against the wall next to the wooden frame to take a rest for a while. Seeing him leaning back, his eyes suddenly darkened, and Ye Ling staggered a few steps to stabilize his center of gravity.

Ye Ling who bumped into the dark room by mistake: "..."

No one can find it!

Doesn't it open with a light push? !