Donglin [Quick Travel]

This is an empty living room, with a five-foot-square pool in the center. The bottom of the pool is covered with fine white stones, making the clear water even more clear, and pink petals float leisurely on the water.

A young man with an exquisite face was sitting in the pool, his long hair was like ink, which was wet and winding on the white floor tiles. His fair skin was almost transparent, showing some abnormal blood color, and his lips were almost as pale as blood loss. His health is not very good.At this time, he closed his eyes and opened his hands and leaned on the pool, his eyelashes trembled slightly, as quiet as if he was asleep.

Something sounded in his mind, the young man's lips moved slightly, and his long eyelashes cast shadows.

Name: Donglin

Age: 19

Identity: Human

Strength: 10 (full value 100)

Knowledge: 10 (full value 100)

Wisdom: 13 (full value 100)

Mental power: 10 (full value 100)

Soul Power: 15 (full value 100)

Experience: 7 (full value 100)

Mind: 30 (full value 100)

Holy: 70 (full value 100)

Charm: 30 (full value 100)

Power: 0 (full value 100)

Personality description: Be decisive, assertive, unscrupulous

Skills (God Hand low level, buff, upgradeable, upgrade progress, 25)

"call…"

The young man suddenly took a deep breath, and his body trembled violently, but he forgot that he was still in the pool water, and after choking on a few mouthfuls of water, he coughed with difficulty, "cough cough...cough."

The night wind gently blew the veil, insects chirped and katydids jumped, the man was standing upright outside the door, suddenly he heard the boy coughing and hurried in, he carefully lifted the boy out of the water and patted him gently back.

The sound of coughing became more and more urgent, as if he wanted to cough up his entire lungs. It was not until the boy's face was flushed and then quickly faded away that Dong Lin took a breath and slowly opened his eyes. The color of his eyes was as light as the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River. Looking at the anxious face of the man, he comforted him with a hoarse voice, "Mute slave, I'm fine."

Seeing that Dong Lin was fine, the man breathed a sigh of relief, took the clothes next to him and put them on for him, and never said a word from the beginning to the end.

Strange patterns were engraved on the blue clothes, like a mass of purple flames, the tongue of flames extending from the chest to the waist, and adorned with a piece of magnificent purple jade, the young man looked more and more like a mortal.

The purple flame is the identity mark of the master of Wushang Palace. Legend has it that Wushang Palace is the largest sect in the martial arts with a transcendent status. All rookies, old and old in the martial arts world are proud to have intersected with Wushang Palace. It has amazed countless people.

Legend has it that the people with the highest martial arts skills in the arena are not the people on the rankings, because those textbook-like rankings will not have the names of Wu Shanggong.

Legend has it that the owner of Wushang Palace is a beautiful man that women would be jealous of. He has a face that even the best studio masters in the world can't paint, as if carefully sculpted by the Creator.

Legend has it that Wushang Palace Da Sikong is also known as the person who is closest to God. They have no feelings and will not have a partner in their lives.

legend……

Donglin: Why are there so many rumors? It's none of my business.

Wushang Palace is located in the land of Shu, where it is warm and humid, and poisonous insects are easy to grow, especially here where there is no popularity, and the night is even colder. With a ball, the man's slender arms seemed to hold him in his arms, and he tied his belt little by little.

"Master, the exercise is here." Before finishing the clothes, the servants came to report that someone had come.

"Please come in."

"exercise."

"En." The visitor raised his eyelids with a sarcastic look.It was a middle-aged man who saluted very casually. The greeting sounded like a drake being held by the throat, shrill and piercing. If it wasn't for embarrassment, Dong Lin really wanted to cover his ears.

It stands to reason that with Donglin's status, there is no need to greet him, but he should salute, but in the past few years in Wushang Palace, no one really took him seriously, and no one paid attention to these small things that messed up his status.

"The Palace Master has an order, please listen to the Master of Fengtang fold your sleeves and go to the Night Rain Tower, there must be no mistakes."

As soon as the man finished speaking, he stood by the side and waited for Dong Lin's reply. Dong Lin didn't talk to him, but kept his head down and fiddled with his cuffs, but he was actually thinking about why Qingyue was looking for him.The two have been at odds for a long time. Strictly speaking, it was Qingyue's unilateral behavior. He couldn't understand that Dong Lin took the seat of Tingfeng Hall Master with the glory of his dead parents, but it was hindered by other Hall Masters and Da Sikong. For the sake of his face, he has never dared to take any drastic actions, but he just likes to call him out in private, and will ridicule him whenever he gets the chance.

Dong Lin raised his eyebrows, feeling a little disdainful in his heart, but his voice was respectful, "Please wait a while, and the folded sleeves will be ready soon."

The man twitched his lips in displeasure, "Please hurry up, the hall master. If there is a delay, the old slave can't afford it."

"That's natural, don't dare to fold your sleeves." The old slave, there is no eunuch now, but it is quite similar.

Donglin never dared to neglect Qingyue, he said it would be as long as he wanted, and at most he would play tricks if he wasn't happy.Now because of Zhe Xiu's poor health, the dumb slave is worried that he will go out alone, and wraps him tightly, and the slow walking on the road has already delayed a lot of time, presumably Qingyue must be thinking now. Killed.Everyone knows that Qingyue has a bad temper, but Donglin is a hall master after all, he dare not take his anger out on himself, it seems that the so-called exercising will have good fruit when he returns.

Yeyu Building is the place where Qingyue, the owner of Wushang Palace, practices martial arts. Taking the word Yeyu is enough to see the heroic meaning of Wushang Palace's vow to lead the world.

After walking to the door of Yeyu Building, Dong Lin shivered from the cold wind blowing in. The anxious expression on his face probably knew that he had a hard time tonight, so he said goodbye and left in a hurry.Dong Lin looked in and saw a young man dressed in red who was arrogant and reckless. He was not very old, his face was as drunk as a peach blossom, and his lips were a little red like a cherry. He didn't look like a man at all. Dong Lin secretly beat him Yawned "boring."

Qingyue was indeed very impatient for waiting, it was rare for him to wait for someone like this, Da Sikong would come back tomorrow, today is probably the last chance.His brows were slightly frowned, and his gorgeous face looked a little frightening.

With the sound of light footsteps coming from behind, his brows inadvertently stretched and then instantly knit together, "Wu Nong's soft language is the most unpleasant dialect in the world, and Zhexiu's words are the most difficult to hear in the world." He thought so when he heard the greeting from the visitor.

"Hall master Tingfeng is so arrogant, but let me wait for you. Since you have already come, let's compete again today."

The young man who was interrupted looked at the tip of the sword only an inch away from his nose in a daze.

Everyone knows that Wushang Palace is both good and evil, and it is the most powerful faction in Jianghu, and the person most wanted to kill on the Jianghu killer list is ranked first. Everything is under control, this generation's Da Sikong is seven years older than the palace master Qingyue, so little Qingyue is very dependent on Qingxuan, and in Dong Lin's view, he is a brother control. The tenth place on the kill list is still counted in the tight siege of Wushang Palace.

Zhexiu doesn't know martial arts, and he looks sick and weak. He never leaves his body when he goes out, medicine, and a servant who can't speak.So the competition proposed by Qingyue is really too embarrassing.But the person concerned would not think so, he has willful capital.

The young man on the opposite side had an arrogant face, he raised his eyes and looked at people as if he would be beaten if he changed his place.However, this is Wushang Palace, Qingyue's world, so Dong Lin could only lower his head and pretend to be obedient.

But Qingyue got angry when she saw him like this. Before Zhexiu came to Wushang Palace, he was the treasure in everyone's hands, not only because he was the palace master, but also the youngest among the hall masters who grew up together, his appearance He is also superior, so he is always pampered when he is self-willed.

When I saw Zhexiu for the first time, he was not called Zhexiu at that time, Qingyue clings to Qingxuan all day long, all the palace masters of Wushang Palace, Da Sikong and the hall master grew up together, so that they can maintain The unity of the Wushang Palace.

The teenagers are all hot-blooded and hot-tempered, only Qingxuan who is a little older than them is different.Qingxuan has a good temper, but they all know that Qingxuan only has this Wushang Palace in his heart, no single person can occupy any place in his heart, and it is precisely because of this that Qingyue is willing to cling to him, Always mischievous and trying to get each other's attention.

When Zhexiu was brought by the previous hall master, he was just a curly boy, wearing a blue linen shirt, and there were dirt on his face that hadn't been cleaned, but it still couldn't stop him from growing a perfect face. The face is astonishing.He lost his parents since he was a child and grew up eating a lot of food. He was forced to be separated from his dependent sister, and was taken to a strange place by strangers to join a strange family. He keenly felt the rejection of him by teenagers of the same age. There was still no trace of haze on his face in Jingji, his innocence was disgusting, so Qingyue remembered him from then on, and he at that time did not forget the displeasure in Qingxuan's eyes when he first saw Zhexiu.

It can be said that when Zhexiu first came to Wushang Palace, no one liked him, and no one was willing to approach him. Qingxuan, who has always been clear about public and private affairs, also deliberately ignored him. A child who likes to run behind Qingyue's butt.

The author has something to say:

"I heard that Palace Master Qingyue has been trying to kill the protagonist for a long time. What do you think about this?"

Protagonist: "Ah, this, I already knew, if he wants to kill me, he will come here, am I living a good life?"

Qingyue (gritting her teeth): "I will kill him sooner or later."

Protagonist (innocent face): "Brother Qingxuan, brother Qingyue said they want to kill me."

Qingxuan (helplessly): "Qingyue is not good again..."

Qingyue (angry): "Zhexiu, wait for me..." (taken away by Qingxuan)