When the devil respects life as a waste

Xie Lingjun fastened his clothes as he walked.

He walked out along the narrow path, descended the bluestone steps again, and walked back to the Spring Cold Residence from the hot spring waterfall.

Walking halfway, I heard a shout——

"Trash, stop for me!"

Xie Lingjun walked without looking back, until the people behind called him "trash" again, he slowly realized that the word "trash" was referring to him.

Xie Lingjun turned around.

Zhaohui and Qingfeng all fell on him.The former shines on his pale and sickly skin, while the latter gently blows his hair that is still dripping.

"What are you looking for?" Xie Lingjun asked calmly, with the tone and posture of a long-time superior.

Zhao Ziqi paused for a moment, not only did he not feel offended, but his mind went blank for a moment when he was asked such a question, and he couldn't recall what he was going to do to find Xie Lingjun.

When he came back to his senses, he immediately became angry from embarrassment.

He clearly came here to teach Xie Lingjun a lesson, yet he was fascinated by it.

After all, Protector Xie has the appearance of a celestial being, and even a trash who has seven parts like him has such an outstanding appearance.No wonder Mei Jiu knew that the waste in front of him was just a stand-in, and wanted to be with him.

Zhao Ziqi showed a look of resentment and guilt, and said with a guilty conscience: "I'll beat you!"

Xie Lingjun sneered, and said coldly, "What have I done that deserves your attention?"

"You!" Zhao Ziqi choked.

He didn't expect Xie Lingjun to be so brazen, he didn't repent for what he had done, and he didn't even have the courage to admit it.

"You betrayed Mei Jiu, you are on two boats, and you don't know anything about Wang Lingyue. If you do this, Mei Jiu will be sad. Do you want me to beat you hard to vent my anger!"

Not only should he be severely punished, it is best to beat him so that he can never get out of bed.

Xie Lingjun frowned, and asked in confusion, "What does it have to do with you?"

Zhao Ziqi: "This... This is of course closely related to me. Mei Jiu is my senior sister of the same school. As a junior, I can't just watch him being cheated and used by you, a piece of trash. She is with you, giving you medicine, and helping you practice Qi. You have taken up her own cultivation time, she is so outstanding, how can she waste her time on her love for her children?"

Xie Lingjun smiled, and asked again: "But, what does this have to do with you? Can you stop her from doing what she wants?"

"I can't stop..."

Zhao Ziqi was slightly disappointed, and then retorted loudly: "It's because I couldn't stop her that I came here to hurt you, so that you can't occupy the time of sister Mei's cultivation."

Xie Lingjun's tone was flat: "Didn't you just seriously hurt me a few days ago?"

Zhao Ziqi: "Yes! A few days ago I should have been able to beat you until you couldn't get out of bed for half a year. You are recovering so well now, it must be that Senior Sister Mei gave you Qingfenglu. Qingfenglu is not easy to get even for inner disciples. But she actually gave you important medicine."

He still didn't say a word——

What if she is in danger in the future and just needs Qingfenglu, but because she gave you the medicine, she dies of serious injuries?

Xie Lingjun didn't bother to deny it: "It's true."

"Then what else do you have to say, take my sword."

Zhao Ziqi sneered and drew his sword out of its sheath.

Xie Lingjun loves swords like an idiot, he never let go of his sword even when changing clothes, when he saw Zhao Ziqi drawing his sword, he immediately pulled out the sword from his waist.

With the clumsy sword out of its sheath, Xie Lingjun finally regained a bit of the feeling of the previous life, and regained a bit of the aura of the Demon Lord.

Xie Lingjun's cultivation level is lower than Zhao Ziqi's, but he is not afraid. Although his physical aptitude is not as good as Zhao Ziqi's, his soul power is extremely powerful.

He used to use the Tianwen sword formula created by Ye Yuqing in his previous life, but now such a profound sword formula must never be used.

He chose the most basic swordsmanship - Mozhe swordsmanship.

In a sword, there is not only the power of cultivation.Just pouring spiritual power into it, the power of the clumsy sword is mediocre; but infusing it with the power of the soul, the clumsy sword instantly turns into a sharp sword that cuts iron like mud.

This is all done in the blink of an eye.

For a breath, it seems that nothing has changed, and it seems that the sea has changed.

Unpretentious blunt sword.

The ultimate sword intent.

At the moment Xie Lingjun drew his sword, Zhao Ziqi felt an unprecedented sense of oppression.

Although this oppressive feeling disappeared quickly, the resulting fear and timidity followed like a shadow, permeated the apex of my heart, and could not dissipate for a long time.

Zhao Ziqi's pupils dilated and it was difficult to breathe.

How can it be!

He could easily defeat Xie Lingjun.

This Xie Lingjun in front of him is very different from Xie Hufa in Qingyang Pavilion. Xie Hufa is like a graceful white cloud in the sky, noble and pure.

However, the moment he saw Xie Lingjun's blunt sword out of its sheath, he retreated spontaneously.

The swords have not touched each other, but the heart of the sword has not been firm.

The hair is still green, the heart is old.

"I lost..." Zhao Ziqi thought to himself.

Accompanied by this is endless regret and inferiority complex.

He is not as good as Xie Hufa, Mei Jiu likes such a talented person, he can't even be jealous, he can only scold himself for not being up to date, and despise himself.But now he can't even compare to a trash, he doesn't even have the right to feel inferior.

Zhao Ziqi's sharp sword broke and was split in two by the blunt sword in Xie Lingjun's hand.

Xie Lingjun's sword stopped an inch in front of Zhao Ziqi's throat, no more, no less.

"Assigned."

Xie Lingjun didn't waste any extra nonsense, but simply stated a fact.

After speaking, a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

Sure enough, his soul power was too powerful, and the current body couldn't bear it at all.

Yesterday, when he saw Shen Zhengze, he vomited blood frequently just because of anger, let alone using the power of soul now.

The blood flowed through his pale chin, flowed through his smooth neck, along the gold-threaded black skirt, and slowly, slowly flowed into his chest.

Although Zhao Ziqi lost, he was unscathed.

Xie Lingjun won with one sword, but was seriously injured.

Seeing Xie Lingjun like this, Zhao Ziqi finally understood how shameful his behavior was.

Against the backdrop of Xie Lingjun, his despicableness, his own badness are clearly revealed, and there is nothing to hide.

During Xie Lingjun's movements, the belt that had been fastened just now was torn apart by the strong wind, and the black clothes flew up, revealing the purple middle coat.There was a sick flush on his pale cheeks, the morning light fell on his sword, and the blue hair draped over his shoulders.

The water droplets on the hair seeped into the black clothes, and the clothes on the body were soaked by the hot spring water, tightly fitting the thin body.

Xie Lingjun put away his clumsy sword and put it back into its sheath.

He never looked at Zhao Ziqi again, naturally he didn't know what he left for the other party, he didn't know that he was deeply engraved in the other party's memory.

Xie Lingjun casually wiped away the blood from the corners of his mouth, chin, and neck.

It is better to wear dark clothes, and it is convenient to wipe the blood.

There was a mocking arc at the corner of his mouth.

Even Xie Lingjun couldn't tell what he was feeling at the moment.

He loves swords, and loves to use them, but he doesn't like to use them against the weak.

Swinging at an evenly matched opponent, at a stronger one, this is his sword, this is his way.

How many people claim to be righteous, but frequently swing their swords at the weak; and after he became a demon, he never took the initiative to swing his sword at the weak

Righteousness and evil are both in one thought.

One thought becomes a fairy, one thought becomes a demon.

Xie Lingjun feels that he has a shortcoming, that is, he loves to be clean too much.

Clean in body, clean in heart.

No trace of dirt can be tolerated, and no trace of injustice can be tolerated.

Xie Lingjun walked to the door and saw Jie Qianchou rushing out of the room anxiously.

"You're here..." Xie Lingjun said softly.

—You came to see me.

A warm current surged in Xie Lingjun's heart. How long has it been since he felt such a pure friendship?

Seeing Xie Lingjun, Jie Qianchou breathed a sigh of relief, and said helplessly, "Where did you go? Why didn't you take a good rest? Who did you go to see?"

Xie Lingjun understood that Jie Qianchou was concerned about himself, so it was rare for him to say a few more words: "I went to the hot spring waterfall to take a bath, and I didn't have a good rest. I went after I woke up. I was alone, and I didn't see anyone."

Xie Qianchou looked at Xie Lingjun, nodded, and believed the other party's words.

"I'll dry it for you." Jie Qianchou walked into the room and took the white silk scarf from the shelf.

Xie Lingjun pursed his lips, afraid that Jie Qianchou would stay for a long time, and seeing that he was hurt, he refused and said: "Thank you for your kindness, I can come by myself."

Jie Qianchou didn't insist, and stuffed the white silk scarf into Xie Lingjun's hand.

Xie Lingjun sat on the edge of the bed, while wiping his hair, he raised his head slightly and stared at Jie Qianchou who was standing there.

The silk towel was soaked quickly, and the hair was half-dried.

Xie Lingjun was a little awkward, so he said with Xie Qianchou: "You go back first, I promise, I won't walk around today."

After all, today he will continue to draw qi into his body to widen his meridians.

Hearing the words, Jie Qianchou frowned, and quickly loosened his brows, returning to his unruly and unruly look, and said with a smile: "You promised, but you must do it, don't go back on your word."

After speaking, the man went outside.

As soon as Jie Qianchou walked to the door, she saw Mei Jiu rushing up the steps.

Mei Jiu got up early today, and tied her hair up in a thick bun with only a goose-yellow headband.

She pushed away Jie Qianchou and rushed in, with concern and anxiety in her voice: "Are you okay? I heard that Zhao Ziqi came to trouble you again? I made it clear to him and told him not to come again." You, but..."

Xie Lingjun couldn't help but laugh, Fu forehead interrupted: "Miss Mei, don't worry, don't you think I'm intact now?"

The smile that Jie Qianchou had just put on fell off, he walked to the bedside, and looked closely at it again.After a long while, with a gloomy face, he pulled Xie Lingjun's lapel and asked, "What is this?"

On the pale chest, Xie Lingjun vomited blood.The blood hadn't dried yet, it was still bright red.

Xie Lingjun pushed Jie Qianchou away, and said calmly: "It's okay, it's just a small injury during the sword fight, it's harmless."

Mei Jiu clasped her hands, looked at Xie Lingjun leisurely, Shi Shiran said: "Xie Lingjun, what did you just say, tell me again."

Xie Lingjun smiled slightly: "What did I say?"

"Tell me," Mei Jiu paused every word, sonorously, "Miss Mei, don't worry, don't you think I'm intact now?"

Xie Lingjun smiled unabated: "Miss Mei has a good memory."