The villain who never surrenders [Quick Transmigration]

In the heavy bag is a bag full of candied fruit.

Xie Qingwan picked up a preserved green plum and put it in her lips. There was a hint of sourness hidden in the sweetness, it was endlessly sweet.

Just as she was savoring it carefully, Rong Ling had already condensed the sword with Qi, and jumped up, turned back to Xie Qingwan and said: "Come up..."

"Ah?" Xie Qingwan's face was a little confused, and soon realized that this was going back home with the sword, and the master took her to walk with the sword.

The candied fruit in her mouth suddenly became a little sweeter, without thinking, she hurriedly followed.

Although the long sword is not very big, it is more than enough to carry two people. Xie Qingwan wanted to get closer, but he was afraid that his master would notice his thoughts, so he had to stay about a distance away from Rongling. Stopped at the foot.

Rong Ling sat down cross-legged in front of him: "Sit firmly..."

"Yes..." Xie Qingwan said in a respectful tone, but his eyes unconsciously fell on the back of Rong Ling's black hair, which was covered by Rong Ling's black hair. His eyes couldn't help but darken a bit.

Rong Ling didn't realize it, and after confirming that the people behind him were seated, he walked towards Jiuhua Peak with his sword.

The long journey was long, and Rong Ling never liked to talk with others, so he closed his eyes and rested himself.

In the blink of an eye, thousands of mountains passed by, and the boundless wind mixed with the moist breath blew on the cheeks.

Xie Qingwan stared intently at the back of the master in front of him.

She was dressed in white, with fluttering sleeves, and wide sleeves piled up under her arms.

Xie Qingwan's mind moved slightly, and he stretched out his hand little by little, his fingertips trembling slightly - he caught Rong Ling's sleeve hanging on the sword.

The uncontrollable longing was finally satisfied in an instant, and she subconsciously rubbed the soft and silky cloth with her fingertips, as if she was touching Rong Ling's skin.

Xie Qingwan thought that everything he did was unnoticed, but at the moment when his sleeve was hooked, Rong Ling opened his eyes.

Originally thinking that Xie Qingwan had something to say to herself, Rong Ling waited for a while, but didn't wait for any sound before realizing what she was doing.

It's just that in Rong Ling's eyes, Xie Qingwan's move was nothing more than nothing to do.

So what if it is a Shangxian who has gone down to earth, after all, he is just a child at this moment, Rong Ling smiled.

Forget it, let her go, Rong Ling pretended not to notice anything, and closed his eyes again.

Five days later, I finally returned to Jiuhuafeng, where I had been away for a long time.

Rong Ling couldn't help breathing in the clear air of Guanghua Hall, and he felt much more refreshed.

It's a pity that as soon as she landed, before she even had time to rest, the sound transmission mirror in her sleeve responded. The person who transmitted the sound transmission was Sect Master Bai, who was also Bai Yan's biological father.

Even without waiting for him to speak, Rong Ling knew what Elder Bai was doing.

After all, both her and Bai Yan's fate tokens are enshrined in the main hall, and it is impossible for the elders in the sect not to notice that the two of them broke up the contract.

Sure enough, when he raised the sound-transmitting mirror, the voice of Sect Master Bai on the opposite side rang out: "Xiao Ling, if you have time, why don't you come to the main peak?"

The main peak is the place where disciples practice their basic skills on weekdays, and the elders often handle affairs in the sect here.

Rong Ling said: "If the elder wants to talk about reconciliation with me, you can talk about it in the sound transmission mirror."

Elder Bai on the opposite side seemed to sigh: "No, I have someone more important to explain to you."

Elder Bai, in Rong Ling's impression, has always been mature and prudent. When he said something important, he was definitely not lying.

Rong Ling had no room to refuse now, so he had no choice but to agree, and immediately took the Garuda to the main peak.

Xie Qingwan was left alone in front of the empty hall of Guanghua Hall, and beside her was the little white dog, who also watched Rong Ling's departure direction eagerly.

Xie Qingwan snatched the puppy into his arms, and seemed to be talking to himself: "You want to be with Master too, don't you?"

The puppy whimpered, as if in response to her words.

Xie Qingwan smiled without saying a word, gently stroking its fur, one person and one dog, there was a sense of sympathy for each other.

Rong Ling landed on the square in front of the main hall, and all the passing disciples saluted politely: "I have seen the god..."

"Hmm..." Rong Ling responded one by one, and was about to take a step towards the hall, but suddenly his voice stopped: "Rong Ling God..."

When Rong Ling turned around, it was the number one disciple in the school, the son of Elder Wen——Wen Qi.

There are only three elders in Jiuhua Peak, apart from Elder Bai who is now the head of the sect, and Elder Wen, the biological father of Rong Ling who died hundreds of years ago.

Speaking of this young man, Wen Qi, Rong Ling watched him grow up. Although the two are of the same generation, there is a hundreds of years of age difference between them.

After the death of Rong Ling in the previous life, Wen Qi was actually a rare person who would pay homage to himself on the anniversary of his death.

Thinking of this, Rong Ling said in a calm tone: "My father Tongwen Elder is a senior brother, you don't have to be polite, just call me senior sister."

"Yes..." Wen Qi saluted sternly, "Senior Sister Rong..."

He asked sternly again: "Is Senior Sister Rong here to see the head?"

"Exactly..." Rong Ling walked forward, only to realize that Wen Qi was heading in the same direction as himself, "Could it be that you were also called by Elder Wen?"

"Indeed..." Wen Qi nodded, "There is a change in the northwest direction today, and the head probably wants us to do something."

Sure enough, Wen Qi really hit the mark. After meeting Elder Bai, the three of them exchanged pleasantries, and Elder Bai cut straight to the point, telling the reason for summoning the two of them.

It turns out that there is a seismograph in the main hall, and if there is any abnormal movement somewhere, it will show signs.

Not long ago, when Rong Ling was still trapped in Jingcheng, Elder Bai noticed a strange movement in the northwest direction, probably because a strange beast appeared out of the sky, but among the disciples in the sect, the two with the highest morals were not there. Elder Bai was worried about other disciples When he went there rashly and encountered an accident, he waited until Rong Ling came back, and then hurriedly called her to discuss the matter.

Also called was Wen Qi who was about to break the mirror and become a god.

"If that's the case, why don't you call senior brother together?" Rong Ling asked frankly, not feeling that there was any need to avoid suspicion after the contract was released.

"Ahem..." Elder Bai seemed to be choking, "I heard that Yan'er will start retreating as soon as he comes back, so please don't disturb me."

Rong Ling and Wen Qi didn't suspect him, so Dang even decided to bring a group of disciples to Wushan where the change occurred to check.

Even though it was not too late, Rong Ling still asked these disciples to prepare for a day before leaving. Of course, she and Wen Qi took a step first and went to check.

Of course, from the beginning to the end, Rong Ling didn't say hello to Xie Qingwan.

After all, Rong Ling has always been used to being alone, and he never thought of explaining such things to others before going out.Furthermore, in her opinion, there is no danger in Jiuhua Peak, so naturally there is no need to ask anything.

Unlike her who came and went freely, Xie Qingwan held the puppy in her arms and waited all day in front of Guanghua Hall.

From dawn to dusk, Rong Ling never came back.

The golden clouds in the sky darkened little by little, and the night was as deep as a sea, dotted with countless stars, and there were occasional shooting stars overhead.

Such a beautiful scenery, if Xie Qingwan was a mortal, he would be amazed and dare not speak loudly for fear of frightening the heavenly beings.

But at this moment, she was only thinking about Rong Ling, and had no time to think about anything else.

Until the sound of flapping wings suddenly sounded not far away, and the feathers of the golden-winged bird gave off a soft luster in the night sky, Xie Qingwan hurriedly got up to meet him.

The little white dog also followed with a wagging tail.

Unexpectedly, the moment the Garuda landed on the ground, it turned into a human form, but Ting Lan was the only one.

Xie Qingwan paused: "Where is Master?"

"Huh?" Seeing the person suddenly appearing in front of her, Ting Lan, who had just returned after wandering outside, was startled, "Are you waiting for the god? She has already left with Senior Brother Wen."

"Gone?" Xie Qingwan's heart sank slightly, "Where did she go?"

"I don't know about that either." Ting Lan said, "It seems that there is something to go out. I heard from other senior sisters that they will leave tomorrow."

With a sentence that was neither long nor short, Xie Qingwan's heart sank to the bottom of the valley, and her voice also lowered: "I know..."

Ting Lan could see that she seemed a little downcast: "Don't be unhappy, once the god is gone, you will be more carefree, or I will take you to other peaks tomorrow?"

"Thank you..." Xie Qingwan had already turned around and walked towards his bedroom, "No need..."

What Ting Lan was still saying behind her, Xie Qingwan could no longer hear clearly, there was only one thought in her mind from beginning to end.

Gone, Master is gone again.

She dropped herself again and left without a word.

Is it just like this day after day, waiting for the day when the master returns?

Xie Qingwan felt unwilling, and at this moment, the demon in her mind sounded again: "I said a long time ago, this is your good master, even though she is good in every way, she is not yours alone, Unless you grab her and hold her firmly in your own hands?"

"Wen Qi is a talented young man, and he is deeply loved. At this moment, your master just broke up with Bai Yan, and you get along with him alone. Are you not afraid that he will take advantage of it?"

"No..." Xie Qingwan bit her lower lip tightly, "Impossible..."

"Why is it impossible?" The heart demon continued to bewitch, "A man with a talent and a woman's appearance can't be more suitable, even if your master doesn't like him, can't he still like you?"

"If you don't take the initiative, she will belong to someone else sooner or later."

The demon's voice was not loud, but it reverberated in Xie Qingwan's mind for a long time, as if trying to drill into her brain, causing bursts of stinging pain.

"No..." Xie Qingwan covered her head in discomfort and fell on the bed.

Only then did she realize that she had gone to the wrong room by accident and came to Rong Ling's bedroom.

The quilts are filled with Rong Ling's unique cold fragrance, attacking the tip of Xie Qingwan's nose, and when she misses Rong Ling, she hates herself more and more for her helplessness.

"No..." Xie Qingwan almost groaned in pain, subconsciously bit the corner of the quilt, and the corners of his eyes were forced to turn red, "Master..."

Obviously the voice of the heart demon had stopped, but Xie Qingwan couldn't help but shed tears from his eyes, as if he had suffered a great grievance.

After crying, Xie Qingwan gradually calmed down.

She sat up from the bed again, wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and made her next decision.

From now on, no matter where Shizun goes, she will follow wherever she goes, even if it is a sea of ​​swords and flames, it should be like this.

She had to look at Master all the time to be at ease.

So in the early morning of the next day, when Rong Ling was walking with his sword, the sound transmission mirror in his sleeve lit up again.

Rong Ling lifted it up and saw that it was the leader of the following group of disciples. At this moment, she seemed to be hesitant, and called out to Rong Ling: "Shen Zun..."

"What's the matter?"

Before the disciple on the opposite side could answer, Xie Qingwan's voice sounded in the mirror: "Master, I want to go with my senior sisters to Mount Wu."

"Nonsense!" Even though he had never been emotional, Rong Ling couldn't hold back his eyebrows twitching this time, "What are you doing here, as long as I live in Guanghua Palace and practice."

"Why can't the disciple come?" Different from the respect he had shown to Rong Ling in the past, Xie Qingwan's tone on the other side was actually a bit stubborn, "Master once said that as a disciple of Jiuhua Peak, it is his duty to subdue demons."

why not?Of course it's because with Xie Qingwan's current behavior, she came here just to die.

But before Rong Ling could say this, Xie Qingwan seemed to guess what she was thinking: "Besides, no matter how dangerous it is, I believe that as long as the master is around, nothing will happen to the disciple."

Her tone was swearing, with incomparable trust in Rong Ling.

Just as Rong Ling was about to say something, he was choked.

Is this the rebellious period that people often say in the modern world?

Counting it, Xie Qingwan is only sixteen or seventeen years old now, which is just right.

Rong Ling couldn't help rubbing between his brows, and said to the sound transmission mirror, "Forget it, if she insists on coming, you can bring her along."

At the end, she did not forget to add: "Remember to take care of this disciple for me."

After saying these words, Rong Ling put away the sound transmission mirror and heaved a long sigh.

Two days later, Rong Ling and Wen Qi came to the foot of Mount Wu.

The mountains and rivers here are not too high, and they are hidden in the clouds and mist. The villagers at the foot of the mountains are enjoying themselves, and they can't see any strange weather at all.

Rong Ling and Wen Qi had no choice but to temporarily stay at the farmer's house.

In order not to scare these people, Rong Ling of course only claimed to travel here.

Both she and Wen Qi are dressed in white and jade crowns, and behave politely. They seem to be righteous people at first glance, but they have never aroused suspicion.

In addition, the money she gave was too much, and the farmer really had no reason to refuse the two of them to live.

The family Rong Ling lived in was surnamed Wu. In addition to the male owner named Wu Da, there were also his wife and three children.

Like Wu Da, most of the people in this village have the surname Wu, so it is called Wujia Village. The villagers know each other very well, they help each other on weekdays, and the folk customs are simple.

In order not to alarm the villagers, Rong Ling sent a letter to the disciples leading the team at the rear, asking them to rest in a town more than ten miles away from Wujia Village, so as not to disturb the people with too many people.

It was late autumn in the mortal world, and the weather was very cold. After a day's work, every family built firewood to keep warm.

Sitting in front of the blazing firewood, Rong Ling chatted with Wu Da's daughter-in-law, Cui Liu, trying to formulate some words calmly.

His eight-year-old daughter was also in front of the fire, looking at Rong Ling with big flickering eyes.

Maybe this kind of atmosphere was too warm, Rong Ling couldn't help but soften a little, and said to the little girl, "What are you looking at?" Xiang Rongling's sleeves, "This butterfly is also pretty."

For convenience when Rong Ling went out, he didn't wear a wide-sleeved robe, but tied up his sleeves, and the silver ornaments on the sleeves were just like a butterfly that was about to fly.

"Like it?" Rong Ling asked.

"Hmm..." The little girl nodded.

"Then sister will give you one, okay?" Rong Ling said, spreading out his palms, and there really was a golden butterfly flying up, flapping its wings, and landed on the back of the little girl's hand.

Now it's not just the little girl, Cui Liu also looked straight at her.

But in the next second, when the little girl stretched out her hand to catch the butterfly, it suddenly dissipated, turned into golden light, and gradually disappeared into the flames.

"Is this an immortal technique, Daoist?" Cui Liu was amazed, "I, an ordinary person, have only heard of it, but I didn't expect it to be really eye-opening today."

As she said that, she said to Rong Ling overjoyed: "Wang Xianchang will cast a spell, and bless my Wu family and family to be safe and sound, and have more than enough every year..."

As expected of an honest person, even his wish is so simple, Rong Ling raised his eyebrows, just looking for an opportunity: "Immortal art is not considered, it just knows a little bit, and you and your husband are honest and responsible, so you will naturally bless your children. Besides..."

Rong Ling paused intentionally.

Cui Liu and the daughter in her arms waited for Rong Ling to speak at the same time.

Rong Ling then said slowly: "From what I can see, your house should have been handed down by your ancestors?"

"Yes yes yes..." Cui Liu nodded again and again, "It was left by the man's ancestor in my family, what can the immortal have to say?"

"Wuhe..." Rong Ling pinched his fingers pretendingly, "It's just that I have a little understanding of the art of geomantic omen. During the day, I look at your house, sitting on the mountain and looking at the water. It's a place where spiritual energy accumulates. The lake is as deep as mountains, and everything will go smoothly in the future, and the house will be peaceful."

She said the hype, Cui Liu was naturally overjoyed: "Is what the Taoist priest said true?"

"Naturally..." Rong Ling said without changing his face, "If you don't believe me, if you think about it carefully, have any strange things happened in this mountain recently? And it hasn't happened in the past? It's all because this mountain has spirits, and so do the plants, trees, birds and animals. .”

Cui Liu really recalled her hint carefully.

After thinking for a long time, she patted her thigh: "No wonder, when I was mowing grass in the mountains more than ten days ago, it was better to see many birds flying out of the deep mountains. Living……"

"That's right..." Rong Ling's heart moved slightly, but his expression remained unchanged, "Do you still remember where you saw that day?"

"I've lived in this mountain for more than 20 years, and of course I remember it clearly, it's in Wushuigou." Cui Liu said, her face darkened again, "But..."

"What's wrong?" Rong Ling asked.

"I once heard from an old man in the village that there were man-eating worms in that ditch. In the past, many hunters couldn't get out after entering it. They never dared to go in."

"How long ago was that?" Rong Ling asked.

"It's not too long." Cui Liu said, "Even last year, someone in the village went in and didn't come out, Immortal Chief, do you think it's really a big bug? Could it be..."

The little girl shrank into her mother's arms in fright, but couldn't help listening because of curiosity.

At this moment, there was a knocking sound from the originally closed door, and the closed door was knocked loudly.

Cui Liu's mother and daughter were so frightened that they all turned pale with fright and screamed.

"What's it called?" Wu Da's voice sounded outside, "I, Wen Xianchang, just came back from the mountains, it's very cold outside, so hurry up and open the door."