when you become a cheater

Deep in the sea of ​​clouds, the fairy palace is misty.

This was the first impression of Qing Xiao and Yuan Hengzhi when they saw the scene in front of them.The majestic and majestic palace in the sea of ​​mist and clouds is the residence of immortals in the deepest fantasy.Here, it seems that even time has lost its meaning, only this eternal world remains in the field of vision.

If ordinary people see such a beautiful scene, their hearts will inevitably tremble and cannot extricate themselves, but Qingxiao and the two are more vigilant in their hearts. It must be known that the more beautiful things are, the more terrifying they are. What's more, this palace appears in a deep and unpredictable secret realm. One negligence, and it will be lost forever.

The two were vigilant. The gate of the palace was tightly closed. It was unknown what kind of material it was made of. It was glowing with a cold metal light. There were mysterious and complicated patterns engraved on the door.

There is a palm-shaped depression in the center of the gate. Qing Xiao printed his right palm on it. In an instant, spiritual power surged out, and the lines on the gate seemed to come alive, flowing into a strange pattern. There was only a "click—" , this cold and heavy door opened from it.

After entering, the first thing you feel is the strong light. Under the overwhelming white light, everything is hidden and cannot be seen.

The two subconsciously closed their eyes, their whole bodies tensed up, ready to deal with any possible attack.Strangely, however, the expected attack did not appear. After a while, the white light dissipated, and the scene inside the palace was clearly revealed.

The entire palace is carved out of pure white jade, which looks particularly empty and lonely. The eight coiled dragon stone pillars stand in their respective directions, and the dragon head at the top looks down coldly, bringing indescribably powerful oppression.On the sandalwood frame in the middle of the palace, there is a bronze mirror about one person tall. The smooth surface of the mirror glows with lingering light, and there is an indescribable mysterious attraction calling to the people around, as if a mellow and intoxicating voice is in the ear Whispers: Look at me and you can get everything you want.

Qing Xiao slowly raised his head, and in the next moment, he saw the world he had lived in for more than 20 years.

This is a European-style villa with a beautiful appearance, and the interior is also extremely elegantly furnished. Every decoration is placed in the most suitable position, neither redundant nor overly simple, you can't see any luxurious things, But one can clearly feel a restrained background.

Near the window with the best light, there is an exquisite small log table. The black tea on the table is still emitting a curl of steam, and beside the table, a black-haired lady is sitting.

She couldn't be considered young, but those young beauties never had such an elegant demeanor as hers, as if they could light up the entire room just by sitting quietly.

There was a snow-white puppy in the lady's arms, with wet black eyes, it looked docile and cute.

This was originally a quiet afternoon, if it wasn't for the sudden sound from the door that broke this rare comfort.A handsome young man came in from the entrance, his outline was noble and sharp, so he looked deep and inaccessible; however, in those beautiful black phoenix eyes, there was the unruliness that boys of this age would have. On the contrary, it neutralized the original indifference, making him no longer high above and difficult to touch.

The boy handed the backpack to the servant on the side, and lazily called out: "Mom." Then he flung himself onto the sofa, and the hair that had been carefully groomed hung down in a mess, looking unruly and unruly. Wanton.

The lady's well-maintained hand gently stroked the puppy in her arms, and said helplessly: "Look at you, do you have a good posture, what do you look like?"

The young man inserted his fingers into his black hair, and brushed his hair even more messily. His crossed legs were slender and strong, showing a strong sense of oppression: "Mom, I'm your only son, so you can't stop talking all day long. Control me like this?"

"Because you are my only son, I will take care of you." The lady's eyes are full of kindness, this kind of kindness makes her look more amiable, and it will naturally make people feel good.

"Yes, yes," the boy dragged his voice, "You are always right, why don't I go upstairs?"

He propped up the sofa with one hand, his young and vigorous body jumped out in a powerful arc, and he lifted his foot to the bedroom on the second floor.

This is the true pride of heaven, his appearance, family background, and mind are all beyond reproach. The things that others in this world are chasing so hard are just within his reach. The only problem is whether he is interested in such things and whether he is willing to stretch out his hands.

Such a person seems to be born to be looked up to by others.

He went up to the second floor, pushed open the door of the bedroom, and his whole body sank into the soft big bed.

In the entire villa, the young man upstairs, the lady and servants downstairs, everything seemed so harmonious, without the slightest abruptness, all traces of that person's existence were erased, as if he was just The ray of fantasy lingering in the deepest part of the soul is the dark wind from the abyss, and nothing can prove its existence.

Qingxiao stared at the scene in the mirror, unable to tell whether it was sadness or relief, a kind of uncontrollable pain spread from the spinal cord to the whole body, obviously as a cultivator of transforming gods, the cold and heat had not invaded for a long time, but at this time he seemed to have nothing to hide Surrounded by ice and snow, even his fingertips lost consciousness.

However, what is terrible is not the coldness or pain, but the void in the soul that cannot be ignored.

All traces of my existence have been erased, neither the mother nor the younger brother remembers that I have a son, an elder brother, and there is nothing left in that family.

fair enough.

They don't have to suffer for the lost relatives, and they can live without burden as he expected.

Qing Xiao lowered her eyes, concealing all her emotions, stretched out her right palm, and put her fingers together, the radiant bronze mirror seemed to be hit hard, and with a "bang—" it shattered, and the splashed fragments flew across The palm carved from jade was dripping with blood, as if falling red.

With the shattering of the bronze mirror, Yuan Hengzhi on the side suddenly woke up from the illusion, he subconsciously looked at Qing Xiao, and swallowed the words that came to his mouth.He has never seen this kind of expression on Qing Xiao's face in a hundred years of master and apprentice, as if standing outside the whole world, once he touched it, he would be knocked down by the great cold.

really weird.In his mind, the master has always been a powerful and perfect existence like a god, but now that the god has stepped down from the altar, not only did the shattering of the god's image not disappoint him, but even caused disbelief because of the rare fragility of the other party. The pity of the name.

Yes, pity.Before that, even in the most beautiful fantasies, Yuan Hengzhi couldn't associate this word with Master, but now, because of this pity, he felt a secret pleasure, which made him His whole soul trembled: no one had seen him so vulnerable except me.

He even stretched out his hand uncontrollably, wanting to touch Xiao Han's sparse figure, but as soon as he raised his hand, he saw that fragility fade away like a short-lived epiphyllum, like ice and snow melting under the sun, disappearing without a trace .

it's a pity.Yuan Hengzhi withdrew his arm full of regret, no one knew what kind of scene he saw in the mirror just now, and how ecstasy it was when the indescribable beauty appeared on the master's icy face.

But Yuan Hengzhi also clearly understands that this is just imagination, the real Qing Xiao will never be controlled by desire, it should be said that nothing can control him except his own will.

When Qing Xiao calmed down, she found a palm-sized round mirror among the debris on the floor.He was silent for a moment, then picked up the round mirror and looked at it intently. The patterns around the mirror formed three characters in seal script: "Mirror of the Heart".

At this moment, the scene around suddenly changed. It was still a pure white palace, but there was a dead air that could not be ignored everywhere. The most shocking thing was that around the eight coiled dragon pillars, there were many life-sized statues. Gray stone statue.When I looked closer, I realized that these were not stone statues, but dead monks. They still had a lifelike appearance, with joy, anger, sorrow, and joy on their faces, and bright eyes. If it wasn't for the frozen posture, it would be hard to believe that they had lost their lives. .

In such a space, the pure white palace, gray stone statues, and broken mirrors all over the floor constitute an extremely strange scene, which makes one feel a chill from the bottom of his heart.

Yuan Hengzhi was also a little apprehensive, the smell here was weird and ominous, and he didn't want to stay for a long time, but seeing that Qing Xiao was still studying the mirror, it was not easy to rush, but actually he wanted to leave here immediately.

Qing Xiao studied for a while, then suddenly lifted the mirror up, facing the dragon's head on the central stone pillar, a brilliant light shot out from the eyes of the dragon's head, and suddenly sank into the mirror.In an instant, the light on the mirror flared up, covering everything in sight.

When the light dissipated, the gray stone statues and the dead air in the palace disappeared without a trace, and the inside of the palace shone brightly, which seemed indescribably gratifying.On the surface of the mirror, there is a thin book floating impressively.

Qing Xiao took down the book, flipped through it casually, and handed the book to Yuan Hengzhi: "This kind of small way can be covered a little, and there is no need to delve into it."

Yuan Hengzhi took it and looked at it, and instantly understood that what was written in the book was the method of driving the mirror of the mind, which can attack the inner weakness of monks, and it is a very powerful method among the sects.

However, Qing Xiao is a sword cultivator, and he always pays attention to sincerity and righteousness. If he is distracted too much by other sects, he is doomed to miss the Dao. Yuan Hengzhi is different. The head of the family takes a broad and broad path, which is also the usual practice of the protagonist of the beginning point.

Although he is Qingxiao's disciple, everyone has their own fate, and Qingxiao has no intention of forcing the other party to follow the path of specialization with him, but that's all.

Yuan Hengzhi's thoughts on Master are also very clear, and he also understands it himself. He doesn't have Qing Xiao's perseverance to endure a hundred years of hard work, and he doesn't have the consciousness that he can die from morning to night. Cultivation will inevitably progress slowly, so I fully accept Master's kindness, without any rejection at all.

He roughly flipped through the book, only to find that the whole palace is a magic weapon, filled with spiritual energy, which can be changed in size according to his will, and used as a cave.

Under Qing Xiao's signal, Yuan Hengzhi shed his heart's blood on the dragon's head on the stone pillar, successfully recognized the master, and obtained a magic weapon of high quality for no reason.

Something happened here, and the master and apprentice were about to leave with the sword when they heard a cry that resounded through the world and shook the entire secret realm.