You owe me the cultivation of immortals!

"Master, we're here." After only a moment of daze, Shangxian Lingchun flew back to his mountain with Little Phoenix on the cloud.

The Wuyi Mountains are huge, and they haven't returned for a hundred years. Lingzhen raised his eyes and glanced at the backyard of his mansion. The first thing that caught his eyes was not the rare flowers and plants covered under the enchantment, but the top of the mountain. Under the cloud and mist, there was a dense and almost indissoluble fiery red aura.

The cloud and mist have gradually been unable to block the spiritual power released, and it was time to come back. Ling Zhen glanced at the monks gathered at the foot of his mountain, and feared that the magic bow on the top of the mountain in the backyard would be born within a day.

The entire mountain range has its own enchantment, which was originally used to guard the house, but now it is effective to keep the group of pretentious monks out, but they came all the way from thousands of miles. If you see the magic bow and don't be afraid quiet.She was thinking like this, but she ignored everyone who was staring at her, and dragged Qing Piao into the mountain range.

"Master, that lump of cloud and smoke is so beautiful and red as fire, can I touch it?"

Qing was taken into a quaint wooden house by Ling Chun, but her eyes were still staring out the window.Speaking of which, this is the first time Qing and Lingchun have returned to the mansion since birth, but the quaint wooden palace is full of pearls and resplendent, and Qing, who has always been too active, forgot to be curious at this moment.She tugged on Lingchun's sleeve, trying to force her to take her across the clouds.

"Don't worry, tomorrow will be the time when you and her will meet." Ling Chun followed Qing's longing eyes and sighed leisurely, "I just hope that you won't regret it when the time comes."

"Teacher never regrets." Qing turned her head, there was some doubt in her clear peach eyes, but she stood upright in front of Ling Chun and said.

On the second day, when the sky was bright, the peak of the mountain in the backyard burst into the sky. Lingzhen leisurely got up from the bed made of gold leaf, took a sip of the tea handed over by Qing, He yawned slowly.

Qing, who had been waiting for a long time, frowned, stretched out her hand to touch the master's favorite gold leaf quilt, and looked around the resplendent bedroom, her delicate face was full of tangles, "Master, this quilt It’s so hard, is it really easy to sleep?”

Why does the master insist on taking them with him even when he goes out to travel? Could it be the secret treasure of He Cultivation?Seemingly unwilling to admit that her master is such a worthless person who is greedy for money and treasures, Qing can't help but excuse her in her heart.

"You're still young, so naturally you don't understand their benefits." Lingchun got off the ground disapprovingly, caressed the quilt affectionately, and made a white robe out of thin air.

She was barefoot, her back was straight, and her voice was as young as ever, but it seemed a little out of place with her silver hair and old face.The ground paved with white jade was spotless, shining brightly on Lingchun's plain instep.

Qing sighed silently in her heart, she was also used to seeing Ling Chu Shangxian like this.The master likes to collect treasures, especially those glittering and glittering things, which are obviously the airs of a banished fairy. He travels around the world, but he always loses his face when he mentions money.

She often heard that a hundred years ago, Lingchun Shangxian traveled the world with a beautiful face, but it is a pity that she has never been able to see it since she was born.She also asked the master curiously why he faced her with the illusioned appearance, but she only got a supercilious look from Ling Chun Shangxian.

Master is like this, a child's mind, but no matter how simple the temper is, there is always a mysterious side that people can't see through.Xu Shi stayed with the master when he was just born, and Qing always suspected that he had some fledgling feelings for Lingchun.That's not good, she tapped her head in exasperation.

When I came back to my senses, I watched helplessly as the always lazy master turned around quickly, and carefully folded up the dazzling golden quilt on the bed, and put it in his sleeve pocket. Where she passed, she rubbed her eyes in disbelief.

She stretched out her arm and carefully looked at her little hand, which was crystal clear and glowing like jade in the sun, and a big white eye rolled in her heart.But when she thought about what happened yesterday, she decided not to pursue it with her master, so when she raised her eyes, her disdain turned into a smile.

"Master, you promised me to take me there yesterday." Qing raised his finger and pointed to the storm of spiritual power that was almost saturated at the top of the back hill.Ling Chun looked out along her arm.

At this moment, the top of Wuyi Mountain was filled with red light, and since last night, the spiritual power within a thousand li radius has been surging and attracted, and condensed in the center.The blood-red spiritual power group rotated at a speed visible to the naked eye and diffused from the zenith. The red light broke through the fog, carrying a terrifying coercion, as if it wanted to destroy the world.

If this situation fell into the eyes of ordinary monks, it would be a frightening scene.But at this moment, Qing, who was facing the scene from a close distance, was not afraid. With her green fingers, she tapped in the red mist that diffused from the mountain top, and the mist melted, leaving behind a few light blue gleams.

Obviously still a little phoenix who has lived for more than a hundred years, Lingchun looked into Qing's eyes with a complicated expression, and saw that there was a persistent obsession.

"Well, let's go then." She said with a soft sigh.

"There is a bird in the world that can be reborn from ashes, Qing, do you know what it is?"

Lingchun led Qing across the top of the mountain, stood on the top of the mountain, Lingchun fell behind, there was only one step between the big and the small, but in Lingchun's eyes, he felt that Qingli was looking up. He was far away, and the blue clothes were flying, as if he was going to merge into the world immediately.

"I know, it's a phoenix." She looked at the thick and colorful sky and replied softly.

"She's like a phoenix." Looking down at the spiritual power that was getting more and more concentrated, Storm Qing muttered softly.

"En" Lingzhu answered irrefutably, and waved his hand to undo the barrier covering the entire mountain.In an instant, red spread to the whole world.That breath from the ancient true god made the world of cultivating immortals who had been waiting for thousands of years boil once again.

The groomers at the foot of the mountain couldn't bear it anymore, and regardless of the coercion of the Immortal Lingchun, they flew towards the top of the mountain one after another, but were struck down by one after another red light.The sticky red mist seemed to have consciousness, restraining most of the pretentious monks from moving, only a few old men with white beards climbed up the top of the mountain panting.They didn't dare to approach Lingchun and Qing, they just lay down on the ground and cupped their hands from a long distance away.

Qing stood on the top of the hill, her cyan clothes fluttering in the red mist, she watched with great interest the monk who was rushing up like a dumpling, and slowly pulled a smile from the corner of her mouth.

They all wanted to come here, a voice in their hearts told themselves, but they couldn't make it.The things here belong to her, she—the red mist, belongs to her.No one in the world can get it except yourself, not even the most powerful master.

For some reason, Qing suddenly had such an idea, who is Hong Wu and who is she, she thinks she understands, but she doesn't know anything when she thinks about it carefully.It's just that there was a flame on her chest that was itching, which made her eager to go forward, and felt a little happy.So she smiled softly, took the initiative to hold Lingchun's hand, and walked step by step into the empty sky.

The invisible stairs spread under her feet, and with the golden light falling down, the monks under their feet lost their jaws in shock. They climbed up the steps and walked slowly towards the place where the fog was the thickest.

At the top of the stairs, in the deepest part of the red mist, it was completely clear.The ancient plain stone tablet stood above the clouds, faintly imprinted with golden textures, which belonged to the imprint of God at that time.The stone tablet was engraved with vermilion runes, exuding a terrifying blood aura, Lingchun's footsteps stopped there.There is an unknown force blocking her here, but Ke Qing still walks forward with a smile.

The cloud and mist gradually dissipated in front of him, and not far behind the stele, there was a square black platform, on which, as expected, stood a black longbow.

"Qing." The white-clothed Ling Chu Shangxian's pupils suddenly shrank sharply, looking at the back of the little child, she called out in a daze.But failed to get the slightest response.

As if bewitched by a soul-stirring monster, Qing walked up the stone platform slowly, without any hesitation, she stretched out her hand to hold the huge black bow.His fingers touched the cold and pitch-black bow, and he held it tightly.

Qing's small body is hidden under the shadow of a huge bow, but she doesn't show weakness at all.She made a gesture towards the huge bow that was extremely disproportionate to her figure and was about to pull it out. At that moment, the demeanor bursting out of her whole body seemed to be majestic to the world, making people feel terrified.

The moment both hands clenched the longbow at the same time, a little red light erupted from the pitch-black bow. Before Lingzhen could open his mouth to remind the dazed Qing, the light diffused from the bow penetrated his body and flew out. .

"Master!" The little Tsing Yi doll suddenly came to her senses and exclaimed, she dodged the direct red light from Gong and flew towards Ling Zhen, her heart was full of panic.

Her master is the most powerful person in the world, how could she be injured so easily?

It's just that the scene in front of her broke Qing's fantasy. The blood flowed along the corner of the plain robe of the soul, smudged with gorgeous plum blossoms, and the aura spread wantonly from the wound.The young doll frantically recalled the medical skills he had never learned seriously, and wanted to stop the bleeding of the woman in white, but it was a pity that several warlocks beat on the horrible wound but it was useless.

"Master!" Since birth, Master has been her reliance.

"Master?" She finally saw the master's illusion gradually dissipating, revealing that stunning face that was praised by the world.But not happy at all.Looking at the blood-stained robe on the ground and Ling Chun's increasingly pale face, Qing's trembling voice gradually turned into crying.

"Master, I'm here to help you avenge." Suddenly, a ball of blood began to surge in his heart, no, in fact, the blood was always there, and his clear blue eyes were suddenly stained with a little hatred.

She turned around and watched a little red light emerge from the longbow, which finally condensed into a giant beast of flame.

Hovering over the heads of her and the master like a mockery.

"I will make you pay the price..." She lowered her head and muttered to herself, red light spread from her chest and enveloped her body, and a smile that seemed to not belong to her was drawn from the corner of her mouth.

"So who am I now?"

Consciousness was chaotic, wrapped in a mass of scorching blood, and Qing suddenly understood that the giant beast in front of him was the bow spirit of the long bow.The artifact has a spirit, and it has been born for thousands of years. If the artifact chooses its master, it is the spirit of the artifact that chooses its master.Today was supposed to be the day when the divine bow was born and the spirit of the weapon chose its master, but who would have expected that the bow spirit would be so cruel that it wanted to devour the master and transform into a form.

It would be a great loss in the eyes of the world if Bow Spirit transformed into a form and denied his master from then on, but Qing felt that there was nothing wrong with it.However, the divine bow in front of her is very bloody and might not be a good person. She was so cruel and hurt her master at the beginning of her transformation. If she is left without a master and no one to restrain her, it may cause chaos in the world.

Consciousness flowed here, and Qing felt in a trance what should he do?But what to do?She seemed to have forgotten all about it.

It's just that there was still a mass of charcoal burning in her chest, making herself restless. She shook her head and saw the bright red blood on the ground and the pale face of the master.The flame seemed to be enlarged slowly, and someone whispered in my ear.

"Leave it to me, just leave everything to me, you don't need to worry, I will help you save the master and solve all the troubles for you."

Qing felt that she had been persuaded, and she felt that she should be persuaded.It's just that the voice sounded so familiar, which made her curious, as if it had appeared in her dream.

"Who are you?" she asked.

"I am yourself." The voice replied with a giggle, and it was clearly her own.

It turned out to be me, Qing suddenly felt relieved, her trance pupils were finally completely stained with sober blood.

"You should be mine. At the end of her consciousness, Qing heard that voice say to the eager bow spirit with her own mouth.

No, that was clearly herself.

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Just in time to open the pit on the [-]th~ Mantou I am really talented.No one told me when I wrote this article (covering my mouth and giggling), so I took a sneak peek, how many favorites can be saved for such an unpopular subject, ouch! ! !Writing essays is really not a personal job... There are so few drafts, and I don't even have the energy to show cuteness to everyone~ Heartbreak~~ My angels don't leave~~