You owe me the cultivation of immortals!

I don't know, we have done wrong things in this life, but there is no way to regret it.

If there is, it is salvation.

"She originally wanted to be her master." Qing closed her eyes, her consciousness wandering in the darkness.

"Treat her well from now on... After all, she is such a beautiful bow spirit, as if she was born to be her own, let the voice in my heart want to take her as her own. At least it's better than following other people, and you don't have to be alone anymore Suffering in the dark."

"It's a pity it's too late."

She thought again, and opened her eyes in the darkness.

Those were a pair of eyes glowing with cyan brilliance, at first glance they were so clear and bottomless, they were a kind of peace that was indisputable from the world.But if you observe carefully, you will find that there is still a little blackness in the depths of the eyes, so when you look in, it is the color of an abyss.

"Qing." The Spiritual Immortal outside the door called her, "You have left the customs."

"En." She stood inside the door and answered heavily.

When the girl in blue clothes pushed open the heavy stone door and came out from the darkness, a few complex expressions flashed across the eyes of the carefree Lingchun Shangxian.

"For 100 years, our youth has also grown up." She couldn't help but sigh.

It's just that Qing looked at Ling Chu Shangxian who was pretending to be in such a posture, and there was no wavering in his heart.

"Master, are you hungry again?"

"...En." Lingzhen was silent for a moment, raised his head and admitted it outright, anyway, he couldn't hide it.

Ever since her disciple recognized the master of Shenbow a hundred years ago, her aura has become more and more calm.Not only has his spiritual power increased, but his temperament has changed from his childhood agitation. After repeated retreats and hard training, even if he doesn't need to suppress himself, he will never lose his mind and run away anytime and anywhere like he did when he was a child.It's just that growing up like this, I thought it would take a thousand years, but it was much earlier. It's not so much a disaster that is necessary in fate, it's more like a fate.

Ling Chun looked at the green-clothed girl who was sixteen or seventeen years old in front of her. Her blue pupils were clear to the bottom, but there were a few dark ink colors in the depths. She was slender, but slender, with dark long Her hair has already grown to her waist, and she is still tied behind her back with a blue headband as she was when she was a child. Leaving aside the complicated and strange blood curse covering the right half of her face, a real smile finally appeared on Ling Chun's face. meaning.

"Master, I miss the steamed arowana meal that Qing made for me 50 years ago before retreating. It tasted very delicious."

"Has the master caught the dragon fish now?"

"Of course I caught it. I have raised a pond for you since 50 years ago."

"..."

Why didn't she know that besides being greedy for money, when did her master become greedy?Maybe it's old!Qing stared at the wrinkled and smiling old lady in front of her and cursed.

Gujing Wubo's eyes were as calm and indifferent as his face, but for some reason, Lingchun forcibly saw some contempt in them. "Wait, you're thinking about master's bad words again, aren't you?" Ling Chu was filled with indignation and wanted to stop Qing who was walking by him, just like she did when she was a child, she pointed at the tip of her nose and reprimanded her.But the grown-up little Phoenix easily dodged it, and threw down a light and fluffy sentence.

"Master, you misheard."

The finger that has been stretched out has not been withdrawn, Ling Chun froze for a moment, finally shook his head helplessly, flicked his sleeves and walked back.It seems that the little girl who didn't know the heights of the heavens and the depths of the earth has really started to grow up. It's time to rebel, and I'm very worried about my teacher!

"Master, it's time for me to go." After the two of them finished their meal, Ling Chun watched Qing, who had grown into a young girl, clean up the dishes and sit in front of her, feeling a sense of loss in her heart.

The light source hit the faces of the master and the apprentice, and fist-sized luminous pearls fell on the top of their heads one by one, casting mottled brilliance.Ling Chun didn't speak for a while, just rubbed his swollen belly with one hand and looked at Qing with his chin propped on the table for a long time.

"Master, didn't we agree a long time ago?" Qing said to the other side.A bluish-white halo hit her face, one side was porcelain white and beautiful, the other side was coquettish and ferocious.Ling Chun's gaze shrouded her left hand on the table, and the bloody runes that were as ferocious as her face burned her eyes.

The blood curse... Ling Chun murmured that it was left by Gong Ling full of resentment to Qing before his death. At first, it was only lightly imprinted on the left half of his body, but as time went by, the imprint became deeper and deeper. There is also a faint tendency to spread to the right.The hexagram says that Qing's life is outside.And when the blood curse spreads to the whole body, Qing will die soon, so even if he wants to keep her, he can't.

time is limited.

"Well...then you can go down the mountain tomorrow. Your mother sent someone to urge you a few years ago, but I blocked you back. Now it's the first time you go down the mountain in a hundred years. You don't need to use magic to fly. You can fly along the way." It’s an experience, and when I go back, I happen to be able to catch up with the grand ceremony in the first half of the year... If there are any good things in the clan, remember to bring some to the master, and on the way..."

"When I go down the mountain this time, I will bring back some fire spirits for the master, and I will also write down other things." Qingji tactfully interrupted Lingchun's babbling, and Lingchun narrowed his eyes and took a sip of tea Nodding, the room fell silent for a moment.

Lingzhen found that at some point, the irritable and coquettish little Phoenix had become taciturn. She knew that for a hundred years Qing had been lingering in her heart about the death of Gong Ling, and she refused to let go.Desperately learning spells, and constantly relying on closed doors to suppress the body's spiritual power, she has seen it in her eyes for a hundred years, and her heart aches, but she can't stop it.Just like she had already figured out the result back then but couldn't intervene.

I thought that for 200 years, you have been a mentor and apprentice, and that clumsy and clingy little phoenix had to hold her and cry bitterly when she parted, but she didn't expect it to be this cold look. Ling Chun looked at her eyes The apprentice, who was sitting upright like a wooden stake, pursed his mouth, and reluctantly took out a crystal clear mask with a jade-like cyan luster from his sleeve and threw it on the table.

The mask was only on the right half of the face, and when it fell on the colorful crystal tabletop, it made a clear and crisp sound.

"Take it and cover it on your face. In the eyes of outsiders, you are the face of an ordinary person."

"Thank you, Master."

Ling Chun waved his hand, and Qing Bian wisely picked up the mask and walked out.

Qing sat cross-legged in the room, holding the blue mask in his hand and looking up and down.The light was dim, but it did not obstruct Qing's sight, and the jade mask was clearly visible in her eyes.Her roof is not filled with many luminous pearls like the master did, only one is hanging on her head alone, and the tables, chairs and benches in the room are also pure wooden and simple.She still doesn't like the luxurious aesthetics of the master.

This is a phantom dragon mask, and it's not just as simple as just covering up the face as mentioned earlier.

The master is best at illusion, divination and money making.A hundred years ago, the master personally took snow jade from Tianshan Mountain and refined it into this thing. This small mask can cover the world.In times of crisis, it is a life-saving tool.

The master was actually willing to give it to herself, well, she knew that the master refined it for herself, besides, the snow jade and the auxiliary refining materials were all given by the Phoenix clan.

Qing attached the mask to her face, the mask as thin as a cicada's wings covered the rune on the left face in an instant, the mask seemed to melt on her face, the porcelain white right face was the same as the right at this moment , even the spells that spread all over the left side of the body were hidden.

Qing looked in the mirror, and the woman in the mirror was a little strange to her.But she is still very good-looking, the corner of the girl's mouth parted into a chuckle, her peach blossom eyes couldn't help but shine brightly, the lotus is better than the snow, blooming in the clear moonlight.Unfortunately, it disappeared in an instant.

The girl's smile disappeared from the corner of her mouth like a flash in the pan, and there was a sense of depression in her pupils.She thought of Gong Ling's face before her death again, vague and ambiguous, and the image of her before her death took root in her heart for a hundred years.Every full moon night, when the blood curse burns on her body, she will think of her, so what right does she have to be complacent about her face?After all, a hundred years ago, he killed someone for no reason out of selfishness, so what qualifications do he have to be redeemed now.

According to the usual habit of retreating, Qing crossed her legs and rested all night. When the sun was still dark on the second day, she pushed open the door. The starry sky above her head was still there, and it was still pitch black outside the door.

The wooden palace of Lingchun Shangxian stands on the mountainside. It looks simple and dignified, but inside it is dazzlingly resplendent and magnificent. Outside the house, some rare and exotic plants are planted and some spiritual beasts are raised in it.Although there are only two masters and apprentices in Ruo Da's Wuyi Mountain, it is also indescribably lively on weekdays.

Ling Chun originally thought that the young Qing would like to be lively, so he specially set up a room in the center of the garden for her.But Qing, who recovered from her injuries, built the wooden house on a lonely mountain top by herself.

The morning wind was blowing a bit harshly, and Qing saw the longbow blocking the door at a glance.The bow is white and blue, and the ink-colored bowstrings are connected to the two ends of the bow, shining brightly in the night, and it seems to match him very well.

The Fenghuang family has three town treasures, the Fengyu Fan and the Phoenix Qin with the Fengming Bow.Among them, only the Phoenix Qin is a real ancient artifact, which has the power to manipulate people's hearts.The other two are top-grade fairy artifacts imitated by the great powers of the clan.The Fengming Bow in front of her is one of them.

The master has long said that when he left with her, the elders of the clan struggled for a long time before they solemnly picked it up from the clan land and kept it for him.It's just that he is still young now, and the Fengming Bow was sealed because he was afraid of being abused at the beginning, so the power that he and her can display together may not even be comparable to a mid-level fairy weapon.

Sure enough, she was still too weak, Qing raised her hand and slowly stroked the body of the bow, the bowstring trembled slightly as it sensed the closeness of the blood, and let out a cheerful and loud phoenix cry, which turned into a blue light and sank into the palm of her right hand.

There was a burst of coolness in the palm, and an aqua-blue bow-shaped rune appeared.Qing raised his eyes and looked into the distance, the sun was still under the mountain and was covered by floating clouds, and the blood-stained altar above his head was hidden in the sea of ​​clouds without a trace.

But Qing knew that even if she couldn't see it now, the black bow was still standing there, and she didn't intend to take her away.For a hundred years, she has never set foot on a single step, as if the altar that others dream of is her grave.

"Master, I'm leaving." She waved her hand to the Lingzhu Shangxian on the distant mountain top, and jumped up to face the wind.

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