Paranoid villains always go crazy [Quick Transmigration]

In the crystal hall, all the falling gravel was blocked by a shield of flowing silver light, and no dust could fall on the shoulders of Lin Jinran and Qiu Luo.

Lin Jinran caressed the top of Qiu Luo's hair, and his tone was mixed with the joy of reunion and a touch of helplessness: "You are running around again, making it difficult to find a teacher..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Lou Yan under the steps, or Lingxu Sanren pretending to be a disciple of Xuyun Sect, completely tore off his mask.

He stared at Lin Jinran's back, gritted his teeth, and took out a black box from his sleeve. The turbulent black mist was surrounded by buzzing sounds, and suddenly scattered in all directions.

Swarms of blood bee dragons were like locusts crossing the border, rolling over several other sect disciples around them. Amidst their terrified screams, dense bee tails nailed into their exposed skin!

In less than a moment, the flesh and blood were devoured and turned into white bones, and the arms still kept the posture of covering the face, which was very miserable.

Those blood bees were nourished and swelled into a hair-numbing black mist, rolling up a terrifying hurricane and sweeping towards Lin Jinran and the other two.

Qiu Luo's face changed slightly, he took Lin Jinran's hand, subconsciously took half a step forward, with the green bamboo sword across his chest: "Master, be careful behind your back!"

Lin Jinran was condescending, staring coldly at the spiritless people behind the swarm of bees: "Small tricks."

Behind him, the silver sword energy turned into cool sword light all over the sky, illuminating the dark cave wall as bright as day, the sword light whirled like a dragon, strangling the roaring blood bees in the blink of an eye.

The offensive of one black and one white fought fiercely in mid-air, and the corpses of countless blood bees were twisted to pieces by the sword light and fell like rain.

"Hey, Master Lin of the Cangming Sword Sect, remember what happened today!"

Lingxu Sanren didn't mean to fight Lin Jinran recklessly, he only blocked the opponent's attack with blood bees, and the teleportation circle under his feet was already properly arranged.

He raised his palm and slapped the top of his head, and he directly cut off the meridians of this body, and his spiritual consciousness left the puppet body and went straight to the main body. The speed of escape was so fast that even Lin Jinran could not catch up.

Only the harsh words before leaving, still floating in the sky above the empty crystal hall.

Seeing that he escaped so swiftly, Qiu Luo couldn't help but be speechless: "Does this scare him away?"

Lin Jinran frowned. The other party stayed and fought with him but could completely leave the enemy behind. If he escaped so simply, he might hide in the dark and bite back at some point, which is the most troublesome thing.

"Forget it, this Lingxu Sanren's own strength is not very good, but he has a lot of opportunistic skills, so don't worry about him."

Qiu Luo tidied up the messy hall, and the time-traveling jade bib had been shattered when Lin Jinran split open the underground palace, and the spiritual energy had dissipated and lost, and it had lost the effect of time-traveling.

On the contrary, the soul-gathering stones in the hands of Lou Yan and the other unlucky ones were attracted by the spar in Qiu Luo's hand, and recombined into one, forming a complete soul-gathering stone.

Qiu Luo took a closer look at the ice kyanite in the palm of his hand, and heaved a sigh of relief. This trip was not in vain.

Now that he came, it was also a chance with Shangji Zhenren. Qiu Luo buried the dead body of the old man on the spot, and then searched all the treasures hidden in the underground palace according to the mechanism recorded in the handbook. Xiao Baobao left with Lin Jinran contentedly.

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Cangming Sword Sect.

The misty rain flows slowly outside the window lattice like an ink painting scroll.

In the alchemy room of Fuyou Hall, there was a burst of medicinal fragrance with inspiration. Qiu Luoti packed the alchemy furnace for Lin Jinran, and put the freshly baked pills into the jade bottle one by one.

Looking back, Lin Jinran was holding a water bottle, watering the pot of red lotus flowers with great interest.

He couldn't help but reminded: "Master, I've collected the Ningqing Pill for you. One pill a day, even if it's not used to break the demons and barriers, but to repair the spiritual consciousness, it's good to concentrate and calm down."

Lin Jinran flicked the dark red petals of the red lotus flower with her fingertips, nodded lightly and said, "I know it for the teacher."

Qiu Luo observed him again and again, and saw that Lin Jinran's body was full of inspiration, his mana was stronger than before, and his behavior was normal. At that time, the state of madness on the mountain seemed to have been completely resolved by his profound cultivation.

Coupled with this furnace of condensing clear pill, presumably the nightmare poison in Master's body will be eliminated in a short time.

Qiu Luo heaved a sigh of relief. As for the memory he saw in the time-traveling jade disc, since the master has forgotten it, it would be better not to remember it.

He glanced at the red lotus in the flower pot, and wondered if it was used for refining medicine, the petals were almost plucked, but it didn't matter, as long as it was cultivated carefully, it could grow back anyway.

When Qiu Luo left, Lin Jinran opened the jade bottle containing Ningqing Dan, took out a black pill and held it in his palm.

The strong medicinal fragrance filled the tip of his nose, he picked up a pill, hesitated for a moment, did not take it, but repacked it back into the jade bottle.

"Nightmare poison... so what about the heart demon?"

The black shadow that looked exactly like him hadn't appeared for a long time, as if it had never existed before, those auditory hallucinations and hallucinations gradually moved away from him, and there were no more monsters that could confuse him and disturb his mind.

He's back to being in control.

Lin Jinran warmed this pot of strange flowers, which were as red as blood, with a careless smile on his lips.

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After escaping from the hands of Lingxu Sanren, Qiu Luo honestly stayed in the sect for a long time.

The so-called "monsters" that had caused trouble before did not appear again, and those disciples who were injured by the monsters gradually recovered their sanity under the teacher's recuperation and the supply of medicinal materials.

But none of those disciples could remember the appearance of that "monster". They were only confused and unconscious. Even if they regained their sanity, they couldn't explain why.

Of course Qiu Luo knew who the so-called monster was referring to, but since the master had returned to normal and the sect had no losses, it was best to keep this matter in his stomach forever.

Not long after, it was another apprenticeship ceremony for new disciples.

Qiu Luo didn't have much interest in this kind of boring ceremony. Ever since he went back in time and saw that the flower he carefully cultivated and prepared to give to his master was taken by the book walker to give to Gu Changfei, he has always been worried about it.

In the past few days, he has been nesting in his small yard, trying to cultivate a new flower.

When senior senior brother Li Qing found Qiu Luo, he saw him lying on a bamboo chair in front of the flower garden, holding an uncovered book in his hand, with strange expressions, laughing, sad, moaning, and He was furious again, and there were still several large stacks of books spread out beside the bamboo chair.

"Junior brother, are you okay?" Li Qing looked at him worriedly, looking into his eyes, as if he was afraid that junior brother would lose his mind.

Qiu Luo raised her dark circles from the book, pulled up a twin lotus on top of her head, planted it in a flower pot, and yawned lazily: "What's the matter, big brother."

"What are you doing?" Li Qing glanced casually, and a line of small words on the book came into view: 【"Although you and I are not blood brothers, we are not tolerated by the world and will be ridiculed by the world..."】【"But I have With..."] Li Qing was stunned by the rich information in the short two sentences, and couldn't speak fluently: "Little brother, what are you looking at?"

Qiu Luo handed it to him in a thief-like way, and there was an illustration on the back, which was vividly drawn: "The book of folk dog-blood love stories, big brother, are you interested?"

These scriptures were all collected from the underground palace of Shangji Daoist. I didn't expect that the majestic cultivator still has this habit behind his back.

While condemning in his heart, Qiu Luo read it with gusto. He also had several books about sadomasochism between master and apprentice, which he kept in his collection. Before going to bed, he would read carefully under the quilt devoutly.

Li Qing was speechless, her ears turned red: "You don't practice hard, what are you doing looking at this kind of thing?"

Qiu Luo said confidently: "I'm cultivating, but what I'm cultivating is the state of mind! The ups and downs of emotions will help my plant innate skills to advance."

Li Qing: "... Forget it, as long as you're happy. By the way, do you know that at the apprenticeship ceremony for new disciples today, the head master has accepted a new young disciple."

Qiu Luo was about to pick up the love story book again and continue to read the ending, when she was taken aback when she heard this, the book in her hand fell to the ground with a snap.

He was taken aback for a moment, and it took him a long time to react: "What did you say?"

Li Qing sighed, looked at him complicatedly, and comforted him:

"Junior brother, the master's whim is not something you and I can control. Don't worry, the master will still love you. You must not get jealous because of it."

In fact, there was still a word in his heart that he didn't say... Maybe it would be a good thing for Junior Brother Qiu if the master shifted his attention to the other disciples.

Qiu Luo frowned slowly, her eyes flickered, her face was cloudy and uncertain: "I'm going to take a look."

He quickly got up, dropped the notebook, and ran away in a hurry, so fast that Li Qing had no time to react: "Little Junior Brother——"

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Floating Palace.

It wasn't until she saw Lin Jinran sitting in the side hall with her own eyes, earnestly pointing out a strange young disciple the introductory heart formula, that Qiu Luo's heart, which was hanging up and down in mid-air, completely sank to the bottom of the valley.

He stood at the entrance of the side hall, pursed his lips and stared coldly at the picture of Xiangyi's master and apprentice inside. The threshold seemed to be several feet high, making it impossible for people to step over.

Occasionally, a sweeping boy passed by the door with other disciples and caught a glimpse of him. Although they didn't speak to each other, the secret and understanding eye contact all told the same thing - the most beloved little disciple of the head Seems out of favor?

I don't know how long Qiu Luo looked at the door, he didn't say a word, he watched Lin Jinran's gentle and calm side face with cold eyes. new disciple.

Qiu Luo's fingers clasped on the door frame became tighter and tighter, and he didn't know what it was like.

Isn't that just taking in a new apprentice?There are already several apprentices passed on by the master, what is there to make a fuss about?

He comforted himself in his heart.

But the more he comforted himself, the more clearly the details of his relationship with Lin Jinran surfaced in his mind.

The master who was full of hostility and resentment on the cliff of confinement, the master who was obedient and doting to him, the master who was always worried about his safety, the master who dressed up to play with him, and those rebellious dreams. ...all kinds of charm...

Qiu Luo lowered his eyes in a daze, maybe he read too many messy scripts, what messed up was he thinking in his mind?

Maybe I'm thinking too much...

"Master Master, is that person Senior Brother Qiu?" Fang Yu, a newcomer disciple, has a handsome face and is about the same age as Qiu Luo.

He looked at Qiu Luo outside the door, and there was no timidity on his face, but he cast his gaze without evasiveness.

Lin Jinran sat high on the altar, glanced at the new disciple, and then turned to Qiu Luo: "Come in, what are you doing standing outside?"

Qiu Luo raised his eyebrows, but did not move: "I have nothing to do, I just came to see the new junior brother."

"Disciple still has something to do, so I'm going to step down first." He paused, and changed his title stiffly, "Master Master."

Lin Jinran looked at Qiu Luo's back as he turned his head and ran away, and felt as if something had pricked his heart, but he could feel it carefully, the thorn was soft and soft, like a newborn hedgehog, unconsciously scratching it so painful and itchy.

His lips pursed slightly, and the new disciple Fang Yu under his seat looked at him, and couldn't help but ask, "Is Senior Brother Qiu usually so informal?"

Lin Jinran suppressed his smile, narrowed his eyes slightly, and his eyes fell on his face, without any sullen look, he just looked at him lightly.

"Be smart."

Fang Yu's heart shuddered, and he was terrified by this gaze. He felt an inexplicable coercion on his back. He murmured and lowered his body, pleading guilty repeatedly, but he didn't see any response for a long time.

When he looked up again, where was Lin Jinran's figure on the jade platform?

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There is a century-old pear tree in Qiuluo's yard. He often likes to practice sword under the tree.

Today, he has no interest at all, he just played with the soul-gathering stone he brought out from the underground palace, studied it for a long time, but didn't find out why.

"Shangji Zhenren's handwriting says that the soul-gathering stone can condense the soul, but how to condense it is not clear."

Qiu Luo tried to scratch his fingertips, and dripped a drop of blood on the spar. The dark red blood was quickly absorbed by the soul-gathering stone, and there was no reaction except that the color was mixed with some mottled blood.

Qiu Luo's heart skipped a beat, and she shed several more drops of blood.

Unexpectedly, a tyrannical suction force suddenly erupted from the soul-gathering stone, and his spiritual power poured out like flowing water, and he was actually sucked in all directions!

Qiu Luo hurriedly wrapped the soul-gathering stone with a silk handkerchief, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and felt a sense of emptiness in his body: "Why are you so evil?"

The soul-gathering stone stayed quietly in the silk handkerchief, the coldness dissipated, and it seemed to have life instead, revealing a faint warmth, which subtly resonated with his spiritual consciousness.

Just as Qiu Luo put away the spar, there was a hint of pear blossom fragrance and cold wine smell in the air.

He raised his head and took two steps back, only to see a green shirt hanging down among the branches of the old pear tree above his head, and his loosely tied long hair fluttering in the wind.

Lin Jinran picked up a branch of pear blossoms, and with the urging of mana, the snow-white buds bloomed calmly, and he walked slowly to Qiuluo on the fluttering petals.

He took Qiu Luo's scratched finger, frowned slightly, brought it to his lips to hold it lightly, and gently licked away the last trace of red marks with the wet tip of his tongue.

"Again."

Lin Jinran's dark eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, and his eyes were as gentle and focused as ever.

Qiu Luo's heart became hot, and she immediately pulled her hand back, and deliberately put on a straight face: "The head master is here, and the disciple is not far away to welcome you."

Lin Jinran pursed his lips and smiled: "Why are you sulking here?"

"I don't have any disciples." Qiu Luo left him, went into the flower garden and continued to take care of his flowers and plants, "The disciple is busy, if the head master needs someone to relieve his boredom, I can find your new cute little disciple." .”

There was a sudden chill on the top of his head, and he reached out to touch it, but it was Lin Jinran who pulled out a green melon sac from his head.

Qiu Luo looked back speechlessly, and saw Lin Jinran took a bite of melon, with a delicate expression: "It's a little sour."

He watched Lin Jinran put the melon pouch into the Qiankun bag as if nothing had happened, and the corner of his mouth twitched. Can this strange hobby be cured?

Lin Jinran gently stroked the top of his hair: "Fang Yu, who started today, I saw him acting suspiciously and having strange things about him, so I accepted him as a disciple and put him under my nose."

Qiu Luo's ears twitched, but without turning her head, a small flower bud emerged from the top of her head, swaying: "Leave this kind of thing to the elders, why should the head master condescend..."

Before Qiu Luo finished speaking, she suddenly felt the aroma of pear blossoms on the side of her neck, mixed with a faint aroma of wine.

The warm air brushed over the earlobe, and Lin Jinran sighed with a smile in his ears: "I still like to hear you call me Master."

The pink petals of the small flower buds trembled slowly, Qiu Luo finally turned her head, pursed her lips, and said reservedly: "Aren't you usually abstaining from alcohol? Master."

Lin Jinran fiddled with the little flower with a smile, picked off a petal, and put it in his mouth. The light pink petals further accentuated the red and moist lips.

"It's good to drink a little once in a while."

Qiu Luo vaguely felt that the master seemed to have changed a lot after returning from going out, but he couldn't say exactly.

Lin Jinran ran his fingers across Qiu Luo's wrist, feeling the emptiness in his body, and his eyebrows twitched slightly: "Where is your spiritual power?"

Qiu Luo coughed lightly: "There was a little accident, just come back from practice."

Lin Jinran's eyes sparkled with a touch of drunken redness: "In this case, how about I teach you the double cultivation method tonight as a master?"

Qiu Luo suddenly opened his eyes wide, so shocked that he couldn't speak: "What, what double cultivation? What double cultivation?"

Lin Jinran's eyes curled up into a smile, and he tapped his brow with his fingertips: "Where did you think?"

The little flower on Qiu Luo's head is gone: "..."

whispering sound!

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