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

The closing time of the pavilion had already passed, and there was no one in the building. Ye Ling walked up the steep stairs to the top floor of Wensu Pavilion.

Few people come here, and many scrolls have been covered with a light layer of dust.

Ye Ling leaned over and picked up a candle lamp on the wooden table in front of him, lit it, went to the corner on the north side, randomly picked up a scroll and spread it out.

The original book only vaguely described the location of the scroll, so in the end he could only narrow it down to the five rows of bookshelves in the corner, and the rest he could do was look through one by one.

The dark pavilion was quiet and the candles were flickering. In the huge confined space, there was only the soft sound of scrolls flipping, and the joyous conversation of the guards and disciples outside the attic.

After the moonlight gradually darkened and the window gradually became quiet, Ye Ling leaned her back against the wall, put down the scroll in her hand with a haggard heart, and let out a long sigh amidst the crisp sound.

He suspected that he was wearing a fake book.

There is no such thing as a "mystical spell" here.

Among the hundreds of books he had just read roughly, except for one that briefly mentioned the near-fictional concept of "half-demon", the rest of the content was almost the same as that in the dark room book.

As for the half-demon, as the name suggests, it is neither a demon nor a human, and it is defined in the book as "the descendants of humans and demons".

It is said that he is an almost fictional concept because most of them died in the womb, and the ones who survived by chance in history could not live beyond their first year at most.

Although it was probably just a legend, this scroll was still separated and put aside, Ye Ling looked up at the remaining three rows of bookshelves, got up again as if resigned to fate, picked up a new volume and quickly browsed.

When Jing Xi went to Wensu Pavilion alone, the sky was just getting dark, the morning sun was dawning, and the morning dew was clear.

The disciples guarding in front of the attic were all slacking off, one by one leaning against each other and falling asleep, even Jing Xi didn't respond when he passed in front of them.

The door creaked softly, Jing Xi first went to the top floor, where there were many books and no one read them, so it would be easier to tidy them up.

The window was half open, Hong Xiafei fell into the room, and the tall and straight young man stood at the corner, eyes full of astonishment.

In the shadow of the corner, there is a thin figure with his back against the red wall, his slender legs bent together, holding a half-open scroll in his soft white hands under the sleeves of water-colored clothes.

Holding her breath, Jing Xi raised her breath and came to the corner of the wall, knelt down on one knee one step away from the man, as if confirming repeatedly, her black pupils did not blink.

It was Ye Ling, his master.

When he got close to Jing Xi, he realized that the body of the person who seemed to be sleeping was trembling slightly, his forehead covered in cold sweat was tilted to the left, black hair was hanging down and sticking to his chin, the right half of the cheek facing outward was flushed abnormally, and his eyes were tightly closed. He closed his brows and frowned, as if he was suffering from boundless pain.

Startled, Jing Xi quickly took off her coat, leaned forward, and was about to cover Ye Ling, when a painful murmur sounded from the empty attic:

"Xiao Xi..."

This voice...he had heard it in a dream!

That sound was as sharp as a sword, stabbing him to death with one blow.

The person who was struggling in the dream suddenly had a violent convulsion. Ye Ling suddenly opened his eyes and looked up, leaning against the wooden wall and panting with his mouth open. A straight pink collarbone was exposed at the loose neckline, rising and falling with rapid breathing.

The four eyes met, Jing Xi's breathing was stagnant, and her clear phoenix eyes were slightly absent-minded.

It took a while to realize, Ye Ling tensed his muscles sorely, moved his arms calmly, and asked softly, "Why are you here?"

The young man withdrew his hands that passed over his coat, lowered his black eyes, and responded calmly, "The disciple was ordered to come here to clean up."

Her legs were weak, and Ye Ling was sweating profusely against the wall to stand up. She was thankful that she had sealed this piece of scroll before going to bed, and said without changing expression, "There is no need to tidy up the top floor, let's go to the lower floor."

"Yes."

Leaving the attic as quickly as fleeing famine, Ye Ling finished dealing with the disciples at the gatekeeper, but Yu Lian was waiting a few meters away, and when he saw him come out, he immediately went up to greet him, and was ordered to invite him to Chuyun Peak.

"Master, the suzerain visited in the morning and saw that you were not in the house, so he ordered his disciples to come to Wensu Pavilion to look for you. Please go to Chuyun Peak as soon as possible."

The suzerain's order is not easy to disobey, Ye Ling was guided by Yu Lian, and came to Chuyun Peak not long after.

Compared with Qingyun Peak's serenity like a paradise, Chuyun Peak is more majestic and magnificent. The resplendent main hall is surrounded by several side halls, and dozens of attic houses are interspersed during the period.

There was a tall and thin young man standing in front of the main hall, about the same age as Jing Xi. Seeing Ye Ling and Yu Lian coming together, he bowed and said respectfully, "Shuangyue Immortal, Master is waiting for you in the study."

Ye Ling nodded slightly, "Okay, take me there."

The three of them walked through the long corridor to a side hall. Si Yao stood in front of the window with his back as straight as a bamboo. He smiled slightly when he heard the footsteps, put down the scroll in his hand, and came forward with his hands behind his back, "Xiao Ling."

"metropolitan."

"Yunxi, Yu Lian, you guys go down first."

"Yes."

Since entering the door, Ye Ling noticed the bowl of pitch-black concoction on the table. Seeing that there was no one else in the room, Si Yao had a scheming smile on his face, closed his eyes, and stretched out his hand toward the person, "Give me the sugar."

"Drink the medicine first."

"..."

Seeing people consciously drinking medicine obediently, Si Yao smiled gently, "Maybe I'm talking too much, and Bai Xuan and I will go to the Fairy Gate Conference in two days, what will you do then?"

The Immortal Gate Conference selects the youngest and most promising young man from each major sect through martial arts contests every year as a candidate for the future Immortal Superintendent; He has never participated in the Xianmen Conference, and his disciples are exactly the same.

And just like that, when Jing Xi fell into the devil, no one in the whole Xuan Qingzong could save her. When Si Yao and Bai Xuan rushed back, Xuan Qingzong had already been bloodbathed, and the bones of the original body were burned.

Ye Ling pondered for a moment, "I'll go too."

For safety's sake, don't stay with Jing Xi at the moment.

Si Yao was a little surprised, "Where are Yu Lian and Jing Xi?"

"Let them go," Ye Ling replied, but she hoped that Jing Xi would not go, "Both of them have reached the age to become teachers, so it's time to give them the right to choose."

"I'm afraid Yu Lian will continue to follow you, but Jing Xi is not sure." Si Yao looked at Ye Ling and smiled gratifiedly, "But I am a little relieved that you can take the initiative to let Jing Xi go."

Ye Ling was puzzled, "How to say?"

"On the day you brought him back to the Xuanqing Sect, Daoist Ling Xu calculated the fate of the two of you, and then you mocked people for superstitious belief in ghosts and gods." Si Yao shook his head repeatedly and sighed softly, "Even three years ago , Master wants you to expel Jing Xi from the sect at the end of his life, you would rather kowtow in front of his bed until your head is bleeding, and stick to him and not let him go."

Ye Ling couldn't laugh or cry in his heart.

Master Yuanshen has calculated thousands of times, and I am afraid that it was not Jing Xi who did the harm, but Yuanshen himself.Three years ago, no matter what, she refused to let Jingxi go. Naturally, she was afraid that there would be no way to restrain her inner demons after the blood was cut off, so she could only trap her firmly.

Although he has no other way to suppress his heart disease right now, he still has to get through this month first.

"People always do some wrong things." Ye Ling bent his eyebrows and smiled slightly, and looked out of the window of Xuan, "I hope I won't make mistakes again this time."

The news that Shuangyue Immortal Venerable was going to attend the Immortal Gate Conference in person spread rapidly throughout the Xuanqing Sect.

After everyone confirmed that Yu Lian would go together, all eyes focused on Jing Xi's decision.

Among the new generation of disciples of the Xuanqing Sect, Jing Xi and Yu Lian are both outstanding, but they have never formally fought against their peers, so naturally no one knows what their strength is.

Especially Jing Xi, he seldom made a move to show his strength, but looking at all the disciples of the Xuanqing Sect, the only one who dared to compete with him was the suzerain's disciple Yun Xi.

Ye Ling, who didn't know anything about it, came to the lake and asked Jing Xi's opinion in person.

At this time, the young man was practicing swords by the lake, and he used the one-hundred-jin black iron sword in his hand like an ordinary sword. When dancing the sword, his movements were smooth and smooth, and the sword technique was both firm and soft, as if the sword and the person were one. Highly fit.

Before Ye Ling could speak, Jing Xi turned around and came to his side, and asked, "I don't know why Master is looking for disciples?"

Looking at the black iron sword in the young man's hand, Ye Ling had an idea, raised his hand and pointed towards the distance, "Facing the big tree, show me the pose of 'Break Willow and Locust Tree'."

This move was the one that Si Yao Baixuan practiced when he came to see him yesterday, this time he just wanted to see how far his current strength was from Jing Xi's.

Jing Xi's black eyes sank, and the Xuantie sword shot out like an arrow off the string, spinning forward like Ye Ling's green bamboo yesterday, but it was a hundred times faster, and even tore the breeze.

The saber galloped out, piercing the towering tree several feet away, only to hear a muffled sound, and the tree half as thick as an arm crashed to the ground, hitting Ye Ling's feet straight.

For some reason, the moment the big tree was pierced by the iron sword, a shiver ran through Ye Ling's body like an electric current; he suddenly realized that since he couldn't even exert [-]% of the body's cultivation at present, even if Jing Xi didn't The fallen demon can also stab him through the heart.

What made his back even more chill was that amidst Ri Jingxi's silence and obedience these days, he actually forgot that the person in front of him was going to kill him.

Thoughts were on the mind, and actions followed. After a muffled thud, there was suddenly no sound from all around.

After a suffocating silence, Jing Xi called out, "...Master."

"Ok?"

"You are pressing me like this, the disciple really can't move."