When the devil respects life as a waste

Back at Chunhan Residence, Xie Qianchou helped Xie Lingjun to the bed.

"I saw that your health has recovered very quickly recently, so I agreed to you to go out, but now it seems that you should just stay there. I really beg you, big brother, can you stop causing trouble After seven days of dating with Shen Zhengze, I think you are crazy." Jie Qianchou tucked up the quilt for Xie Lingjun.

Xie Lingjun took other people's goodness for granted in his previous life. He didn't wake up until he lost everything when he fell into a demon.Now that he can get someone who sincerely takes care of him, his heart warms up a little.

"Thank you." Xie Lingjun coughed softly, thanking you.

Jie Qianchou smiled: "The sun is coming out from the east, and the young master of the Xie family knows how to thank me."

Xie Lingjun propped himself up, half leaned on the pillow, with a serious expression, and said word by word: "Thank you."

Jie Qianchou's breath was stagnant, he didn't expect Xie Lingjun to say this.

Xie Lingjun's face was flushed, and the candlelight was flickering. Even under the dim light, he looked as bright and bright as a raging fire.

Jie Qianchou turned her face away, looked away, and said, "You're welcome, thank you for giving me a good rest." After speaking, he put the teapot and teacups on the table on the golden nanmu cabinet next to the bed , ran out of Xie Lingjun's house without looking back.

Xie Lingjun stared at the flickering candlelight on the table in a daze.

After a while, he closed his eyes and suddenly understood something.

It stands to reason that after taking Qingfenglu, even if the injury requires more than half a year of recuperation based on his current strength, he will not cough up blood frequently.

In other words, his frequent coughing of blood is not because his body is really so bad, but because his soul is too strong, and his body that has not been tempered is too fragile to withstand such a powerful force.

After figuring this out, Xie Lingjun immediately began to absorb spiritual energy and began to practice.

The original body retaliated because of improper qi training, such a low-level mistake, of course Xie Lingjun would not make it again.

Qingyang Pavilion is located on Changliu Peak, the highest peak of Changbai Mountains.

The array was set up thousands of miles away from Changliu Peak, and the spirit-gathering array can gather the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, so the spiritual energy in Qingyang Pavilion is abundant, and Xie Lingjun doesn't have to worry about the situation that the spiritual energy is not enough for him to absorb.

Of course, Xie Lingjun doesn't have to think about whether his spiritual power is sufficient now.

The problem he faces now is——

This body is too useless, the meridians that contain the spiritual power are very thin, as long as you inhale a little more spiritual power, there will be signs of backlash.

This problem may be a huge problem for Yuanshen on his way of cultivating immortals, but for Xie Lingjun, it is naturally not an insurmountable obstacle.

Xie Lingjun fell into the abyss, and when he went mad, the devilish energy in the abyss poured into his body continuously, directly exploding his meridians, and he also forcibly carried it by his own will.

As long as he can withstand the excruciating pain, not only will it not be counterattacked, but it will also reshape the meridians.

Xie Lingjun still had one more worry, but this worry soon dissipated.

Qingyang Pavilion's most profound inner strength method is called Tianwen Sword Jue, which originated from Ye Yuqing's handprint of Wantian Academy tens of thousands of years ago.

The Tianwen Sword Art is different from other sword arts. The other sword arts are either fire or water... In short, the attribute is single, and the physique of the sword cultivator needs to be compatible with the sword art.

The Tianwen Sword Art is suitable for all sword cultivators, but it will test the cultivator's own physique and mastery of the natal sword.

Xie Lingjun had outstanding aptitude in his previous life.

His fire and metal aptitudes are high, his wood and earth aptitudes are average, and even the worst water attribute is rated as high or low.

That is to say, Xie Lingjun needs to absorb spiritual power according to a certain ratio according to his attributes and qualifications.

He has already developed the habit, his body will automatically remember, and he can incorporate the five kinds of spiritual power into his body in the correct proportion without him deliberately controlling it.That's why he was worried, if this body deviated too far from his own habits, he might go crazy if he wasn't careful.

"Great," Xie Lingjun breathed a sigh of relief, "Although this body has poor aptitude, the distribution of various attributes is almost the same as my previous life."

The Qingyang Pavilion is full of spiritual power, even the Chunhan Residence where the handyman lives is the same.A large amount of five kinds of spiritual power poured into Xie Lingjun's body, and the delicate meridians swelled rapidly, overwhelmed and swollen rapidly.

"Well……"

Even Xie Lingjun, suffering such pain, couldn't help letting out a sigh.

What Xie Lingjun didn't expect was that this body was not like his previous life, which was quenched and tempered, and possessed magic to reshape the meridians. It was extremely tolerant to pain.And this body is extremely fragile, and has hardly suffered any serious injuries or pains, so the original body died because of a qi training error and being stabbed with a sword.

Immortal cultivators rarely have the courage of Xie Lingjun. They all slowly widen their meridians. After all, this kind of reshaping method is easy to go mad, or simply die.

When Xie Lingjun opened his eyes again, the sun was twilight and it was already the morning of the next day.

"call--"

Xie Lingjun let out a long mouthful of turbid air, feeling refreshed.

He clutched his chest and coughed a few times.

This meant that the body still couldn't bear his powerful spirit, but it was much better than yesterday, and the meridians were also widened from the size of a hair to the thickness of an embroidery needle.

Xie Lingjun lifted the quilt and took out a change of clothes from the cabinet.

Because of the reshaping of the meridians, his body is now covered with mud, and he urgently needs to take a hot bath.

For those cultivating immortals, once they enter the realm of self, they can fast without sweating, so naturally they don't need to change their clothes.For a handyman like Xie Lingjun with low mana, even Qi training is difficult, so he needs to change clothes frequently, so there are various styles of clothes in the closet.

After Xie Lingjun became a demon, countless monsters and demon cultivators came to provoke him.He killed a lot of people, so he likes to wear dark clothes, with blood splashed on them, it doesn't look so glaring.

Xie Lingjun took out a purple-black coat from the closet.

He took out another black robe, with a few strands of Ruiyun gold thread pressing on the black skirt and cuffs, carefully looking at the coiled dragon embroidered with black silk on the edge of the gold thread.The black dragon pattern on the black robe is complicated and majestic, but it is not ostentatious.

Xie Lingjun took the clothes with satisfaction, and walked on the bluestone steps with Chaoyang.

Between the Spring Cold Residence and the Bitter Summer Residence, there is a hot spring waterfall created by a lineage formation.

Xie Lingjun left from the bluestone steps, stepped on the narrow path to Lingquan, walked to the edge of Lingquan, pushed aside the sparse branches and leaves, stacked the clothes neatly, and put them on the white stone.

The water vapor is dense, the spring water washes down from the peak, and the water flow is turbulent.

Xie Ling took off his clothes and stepped into the water.

The gentle living water not only took away the dirt on his body, but also swept away his depression for days.

Xie Lingjun propped up his arms, half leaning on the shore of the white stone, and suddenly thought: Before meeting Shen Zhengze, my junior brother dragged me here to wash every day...

Thinking about it, I felt a pain in my heart.

"Forget it, what's the use of thinking about the past?"

Now that you have made up your mind to stay away from Liu Shaoqing, don't even think about it.

Xie Lingjun is not an indecisive and indecisive person. Once he treats someone well, he can't wait to pour out his heart and soul, but once he hates someone, it is too much to look at or think about.

Xie Lingjun loosened his hair, and his head was covered with black hair, spreading down on the surface of the water. His hair was quickly wet by the spring water, and it was attached to his white back tamely.

Xie Lingjun kicked his legs, and his whole body shot out towards the stone wall like an arrow from the string.

After three or two strokes, he came to the middle of the lake.

"who is it!"

A crisp scolding sound sounded at the bottom of the waterfall.

Xie Lingjun convulsed violently, and a slight pain spread from the depths of his soul.

Liu Shaoqing emerged from the dense water vapor, and paddled up to Xie Lingjun.

Seeing the person coming, his face was overjoyed at first, then dimmed, and he sneered coldly: "It turns out that you are such a waste, don't you know that this place is contracted by me and senior brother?"

Xie Lingjun frowned slightly.

How could he not know that the hot spring for all disciples was contracted by himself and Liu Shaoqing.

"What are you talking nonsense about?" Xie Lingjun asked displeasedly.

Compared with the pain of goodbye and the hatred of being killed, Xie Lingjun is more concerned about why he was so overbearing?And Liu Shaoqing's tone is unpleasant, condescending, and has no grace at all.

"Senior brother Xie Lingjun, you must have heard of it, right?" Liu Shaoqing sized up the uninvited visitor from beginning to end with contempt in his eyes, "After all, you and senior brother have the same name and surname, and thanks to senior brother, you are considered somewhat famous."

There was a slight pause at this point, and he continued: "Let me tell you, Senior Brother Xie is the closed-door disciple of Pavilion Master Jiang Xie and the chief disciple of Qingyang Pavilion. Senior Brother has already entered the realm of me at a young age and has become a The youngest Dharma protector ever in Qingyang Pavilion. He wants to use this spiritual spring to cultivate, so don't bother him."

Xie Lingjun finally figured out what was going on.

No wonder he and Liu Shaoqing never met anyone else whenever they came to Lingquan.Obviously before Liu Shaoqing entered the Qingyang Pavilion, he still met his fellow disciples.

"I see……"

It turned out that Liu Shaoqing was such an arrogant and stubborn person, but he just pretended to be cute in front of him.

It turned out that the person he liked turned out to be such a villain who pretended to be powerful and bullied others.

No wonder Liu Shaoqing came to assassinate Shen Zhengze for the sake of him.

It's ridiculous that he was so passionate that he didn't discover this until his death.

"Do you dare to say that again in front of Xie Lingjun?" The corner of Xie Lingjun's mouth curled into a sarcasm, and he lowered his eyes to suppress the hatred in his eyes.

Hearing this, Liu Shaoqing had no sense of being exposed, and said calmly, "Of course I dare! Brother Xie dotes on me the most. If I tell him that you offended me in this hot spring, guess what? Will he do it for you? I punish you?"

The hatred in Xie Lingjun's heart was suppressed, and the emotions that surged up were more of disgust.

Why did he fall in love with Liu Shaoqing before?

Xie Lingjun didn't want to have another word with Liu Shaoqing, so he turned around immediately, swam to the shore, and put on the clothes on the white stone.

At the same time, he was still thinking about one thing——

He was reborn into this body, so where is Xie Lingjun, the chief disciple of this world?

Demon Lord Xie Lingjun has only one soul.

The author has something to say: Thousands of rivers and mountains are always love, can the little angels give it a collection?

The fierce man wept.