evil creature

Pushing open the door of the room, looking at the steaming tub inside, Jun Molin's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help raising his eyebrows to look at the person standing beside him, and instantly understood in his heart how he could walk away "at will" when he was so good-looking Go outside the ice room.

It seemed that because someone had seen through his mind, Ling Ziqing's face turned even redder, and he glared at Jun Molin angrily, and kicked Jun Molin's calf—whether he should take a bath or not!

puff! ! !

Ling Ziqing's reaction warmed Jun Molin's heart. Knowing that his ancestor couldn't help teasing, Jun Molin put his mind away and went into the room, walked straight to the tub, and stretched out his hand to test the water temperature, thinking of Ling Ziqing's intentions , Jun Molin turned to look at him, his eyes were full of smiles: "Wash together?"

Ling Ziqing was obviously taken aback for a moment, then, under Jun Molin's gaze, he turned around, walked out, and slammed the door!

puff--!

Jun Molin couldn't help being funny, shook his head, then undressed and stepped into the tub.

In a blink of an eye, two months passed like this, thinking that Jing Xiao would have to check his academic results in these two days, Jun Molin felt more and more afraid to neglect.

With Jun Molin's current cultivation level, those newcomer disciples can't compare with him at all, but for him who is "a mere mortal", it is difficult to cheat in front of Jing Xiao's eyes. It was revealed that Jun Molin did not have the confidence to play tricks in front of a Five Elements Mirror cultivator without being noticed.

Even though he had no idea, Jun Molin still had to face Jing Xiao's inspection of his studies.

In the main hall of Tianyuan Hall, Jing Xiao was sitting on top, and Jun Molin was standing in the middle. Facing Jing Xiao's unsmiling expression, Jun Molin felt a little guilty, but he still had to open his palms and move himself for two months. Come and show your cultivation base again.

Jing Xiao didn't say a word, his eyes only stared at the mist that had condensed in Jun Molin's hands, and he frowned slightly.

Jun Molin seemed to have spent a lot of effort to condense the cloud of mist. Jun Molin's face was just happy, but the cloud of mist dissipated instantly in his palm. Seeing this, Jun Molin collapsed Looking at Jing Xiao with a guilty look.

After pondering for a while, Jing Xiao finally said: "Without spiritual roots, elegance and wisdom, it is rare to achieve this achievement in two months, but it is necessary to make up for it." Even so, Jing Xiao frowned slightly , showing his suspicion.

I always feel that there is something wrong with this person.

Jing Xiao lowered his eyelids to hide the suspicion in his heart, and gave Jun Molin some guidance before waving his hand to let him back down.

When he left the palace gate, Jun Molin breathed a sigh of relief, lightly touched his palm with his fingertips, and before he knew it, he was covered in cold sweat.

When he returned to the side hall, Jun Molin had just opened the door and entered when Ling Ziqing greeted him with a slightly worried look on his face: "How?"

"It's all right." Jun Molin said, "Master didn't notice."

Ling Ziqing also seemed relieved.

Jun Molin grabbed him and squeezed his palms, and said, "Don't worry, there should be nothing wrong with the mixed truth and falsehood." But Jun Molin couldn't guarantee it next time.After all, Jing Xiao is a monk above the Mahayana stage... The first time he didn't care, maybe he didn't find out, but the second time... Jun Molin didn't dare to bet...

In the blink of an eye, another few days slipped through his fingers. In the past few days, Jing Xiao didn't respond to anything except Jun Molin's training. Gradually, Jun Molin let go of it. Come on.

This night, the night was dark, and Jun Molin was still studying hard. Although he had been taught by Jing Xiao in person before, Jun Molin always encountered a bottleneck. He was thinking about how to break through, and suddenly turned around while he was concentrating on research. I saw Ling Ziqing in white clothes sitting cross-legged under the tree in front of the house. The white clothes are elegant and elegant, although cold, but not cold. This is his ancestor who lost his memory. stay so pure...

The corners of his lips curled slightly, Jun Molin saw that it was getting late, and was also worried about Ling Ziqing's physical condition, so he thought it would be fine to come here today, and stepped forward by mistake, just about to wake Ling Ziqing to go back to the room to rest, But I didn't want to, but I suddenly felt something different. As soon as Jun Molin turned his head, a stream of air suddenly flew towards him. After being sideways by Jun Molin, he went straight to sit under the shade of a tree and sat still. Ziqing.

Jun Molin turned around suddenly, horrified in his heart, the air flow that was thrown out with a swing of his sleeve was like a sharp sword, and with a bang, it directly shattered the air flow that hit Ling Ziqing. This movement also made Ling Ziqing open his eyes , the eyes are cold.

Jun Molin hurriedly took a wrong step forward, and just when he stood next to Ling Ziqing, a long sword suddenly flew in the air, so sharp that it pressed towards Jun Molin.Jun Molin's eyes darkened, his long hands were focused, and he directly held Ling Ziqing in his arms. When he jumped, he took Ling Ziqing to fly to avoid it, and then moved his two fingers, and the fallen leaves around him seemed to be suddenly After being summoned, he jumped up, and in the blink of an eye, little changed into Ye Jian.

"What's going on here?" Ling Ziqing was detained by him, seeing the long sword that was chasing the two of them was shot down by Jun Molin's condensed Ye Jian several times, his face suddenly looked extremely gloomy.

Jun Molin also furrowed his brows tightly, and waved his fingertips to control Ye Jian with his mind. He hadn't figured out who would attack so boldly in Tianyuan Hall, but he didn't want the long sword to fly out, followed by a flash of white light, but It was a sudden change of appearance.

"Master!?" Seeing the suddenly transformed figure with strands of hair fluttering in the sunlight after dusk, Jun Molin was obviously taken aback, not only him, but even Ling Ziqing was surprised.

With his hands behind his back, Jing Xiao glanced at Jun Molin's ring on Ling Ziqing's waist with clear eyes, and immediately frowned slightly.

Jun Molin was startled, as if he was worried that Jing Xiao would see something, so he hurriedly brought Ling Ziqing to the ground, let go of his hand, but did not dare to show guilt on his face.

Heterosexual love in the world of cultivating immortals can no longer be tolerated. If there is another incest, no matter whether it is himself or Ling Ziqing, his life will probably be ruined.

However, Jing Xiao didn't seem to care about the ambiguity between him and Ling Ziqing, he seemed to care so much: "You are already in the middle stage of foundation establishment?" It is suspicion and surprise.

Jun Molin's face was startled, and thinking about Jing Xiao's current cultivation level, Jun Molin lifted his robe, and immediately knelt down.

Jing Xiao looked at him deeply, but didn't speak.

However, Ling Ziqing stood beside Jun Molinde in a defensive posture, staring at Jing Xiao warily.

Just when Jun Molin was thinking about whether to tell the truth, Jing Xiao suddenly stretched out his hand to him, and Jun Molin immediately lifted it up as if someone had caught him, his whole clothes fluttered, his long hair and long teeth flew away.

"Mo Lin!" Ling Ziqing was terrified, and wanted to make a move after luck, but Jun Molin hurriedly called him back: "Don't be impulsive!"

Ling Ziqing immediately looked anxious, and his brows were tightened instantly.

Jing Xiao just had a solemn face, staring at Jun Molin as if he had seen through the clothes on Jun Molin's body, and saw the black seals on his body.

"What's going on here?" Letting go, Jing Xiao finally spoke.

Jun Molin's body relaxed, and he suddenly fell to one knee.Worried about his situation, Ling Ziqing hurried to his side and grabbed him, her eyes were full of worry.

Jun Molin took a deep breath, patted Ling Ziqing's hand, and shook his head to indicate that he was fine.

"How could there be demon cultivators in the Ling clan?" Jing Xiao stared at the two of them for a while, and then asked him in a deep voice, "Who the hell are you?"

"I'm from the Ling clan!" Seeing that he couldn't hide it, Jun Molin stood up, fixed his eyes on Jing Xiao, and explained everything clearly: "My father is a monk from the Ling clan. He is the parent and son of Lingyuan, but my mother is a demon cultivator of the North Sea, and I have inherited my mother's blood, and this seal was made for me by senior Zhuo Yu, the head of the Wuji Sect."

"Zhuo Yu?" Jing Xiao was obviously astonished: "He is at Wuji Gate?"

"Master knows Zhuo Yu?" Jun Molin was also very surprised.

Jing Xiao's brows furrowed a little more, and he lowered his eyelids for a while before sighing: "Naturally I know..."

"Then..." Jun Molin wanted to ask again, but Jing Xiao suddenly asked him: "What's wrong with him?"

"He has already been killed," Jun Molin said.

"How could it be..." Jing Xiao's eyes widened, obviously in disbelief.

Jun Molin was extremely suspicious of Jing Xiao's reaction in his heart. Although he was curious, Jun Molin still explained everything that happened at Wujimen in detail.

After Jing Xiao heard this, he pulled his hands tightly behind him, and said nothing for a long time, as if he was lost in his own meditation.

Seeing Jing Xiao's sudden silence, Jun Molin was suspicious, and couldn't help calling him: "Master?"

"It's okay..." When he spoke again, Jing Xiao's voice seemed to be full of exhaustion, and after taking a deep breath, Jing Xiao seemed to have recovered: "Where's that demon dog?"

"In the yard" Jun Molin said.

Jing Xiao made a wrong step and walked forward.

Under the corner of the room, they were coiled into a ball, and their sound sleep was not affected at all by what happened before.

Jing Xiao stood in front of him, stopped, and just stared at Xiran without saying a word, wondering if he saw something through Xiran.

Jun Molin stood behind him, eyes full of suspicion.

It was dark at dusk, and under the shade of the trees, Jing Xiao's standing figure suddenly seemed so lonely and cold.