Wearing this fake cultivator master and apprentice

He Qingxie turned his face away calmly, his eyes quivered and his crow feathers slowly closed, recalling Shen Rourou's neck covered in pink and white overlapping collars, his mood suddenly became complicated.

She coughed lightly and said, "Rou Rou?"

Glancing at Su Changyi, she was lying on the bed and couldn't move. The only person she could rely on now was her Master Beast, but before that, she had to send Shen Rourou away.

"What's wrong? Xie?"

After finishing the skirt, Shen Rourou turned around hey, her long hair slid down to cover her neck.

He Qingxie pretended nothing happened, and smiled softly, "Junior Sister, can you get me some water? I'm thirsty."

"Tu'er was very eloquent just now, and he doesn't look thirsty at all. Are you sure you're not hungry, Tu'er?" Su Changyi hehe.

He Qingxie: "..."

If you didn't do it on purpose, I'll write "He" backwards!

He Qingxie felt that he was overwhelmed by anger, but even so, he still looked at Su Changyi and kept blinking his eyes in a very speechless manner.

Su Changyi thought her disciple's eyes were twitching, but after thinking about it carefully, it might be a hint.

In real life, it doesn't matter whether there is collusion, intrigue, or appreciation between people, the signs of such things are blinking eyes.He Qingxie has no plans with her, nor does he appreciate it, so it can only be that she is sending news to her?

Could it be that she wants to... go to the latrine?

But, aren't all monks able to fast?

Su Changyi rested his arms relishingly, rubbed his chin, thought for a while and said, "Why don't you go get some tea, Rourou, I'm a little thirsty too."

Shen Rourou never refuses Jun Yao's orders, "Okay, senior uncle and senior sister wait for Rourou for a while."

Cultivators can fast when they reach the Nascent Soul stage. The leading monks in the Mahayana stage like Junyao Xianzun have long been regarded as half immortals who transcend the world and do not need to eat whole grains, so there is no tea in the boudoir of Junyao Xianzun. Tea cups and tea cups are only used for decoration in the inner hall.

Shen Rourou followed the sound and left, and as soon as that pink petite figure disappeared into the screen, He Qingxie became restless.

Su Changyi fixed his eyes, thinking that the other party was suffering from suffocation, so he couldn't help but pretend to laugh.

"I can't bear it at last, my apprentice? If you want to go... just say it straight! It's not impossible to be a teacher..."

"Can you shut up?"

He Qingxie had a solemn expression.

"Tuerfan, Master, please come over and hold the disciple's brows with your fingers. It's best to hurry up."

"Ok?"

inexplicably.

Su Changyi was not very willing, not only unwilling, but also disgusted.

He Qingxie urged: "The disciple is talking about something serious, can you hurry up?"

With just a few words from her, I can't guarantee that her master will trust her without reservation, so now I can only use the empathy technique to send the picture she saw to her master.

"Reluctantly." Su Changyi said.

She walked over happily, and pressed her index finger and middle finger together on the full and smooth forehead, closed her eyes, shook her head seriously, and was surprised.

"Hey! The pulse condition of the deity's name, ah! Disciple, you are very happy! You are more than two months pregnant."

"It's just a stillbirth."

"..."

He Qingxie was busy with business, and didn't want to listen to this person's speech at all.

She gritted her teeth secretly.

"If you talk nonsense about the disciple, you will curse the master and break your leg when you go out!"

"Is that so? Before going out, the teacher must strangle you first, and then whip the corpse!"

"..."

The matter came out of a hurry, He Qingxie wasn't trying to argue, but concentrated on drawing spiritual power from his dantian, gathering it into the sea of ​​consciousness bit by bit, and passing it on to the other party through the brow without reservation.

Su Changyi still closed his eyes with a calm expression.

In an instant, something flashed in front of my eyes, vague and illusory like a dream.

Gradually, the surrounding environment became more comfortable, and that segment was the boudoir of Immortal Jun Yao.

He Qingxie skipped the useless ones, and passed the useful parts he saw just now to Su Changyi.

In the illusory world, Su Changyi saw Qianli's pink and tender back, and slowly squatted down from the void, the long hair in the shawl slowly slid down from his neck with the movement, revealing a pink and white overlapping neckline, a vertical Straight black lines stretched from the secret dark hair to below the neckline, and black mist lingered on it, full of evil spirits.

All the scenes were frozen at that moment, and a spiritual force seemed to be attracted by something, and suddenly pulled away.

All of a sudden, all the scenes went backwards, and countless fragments with cruel, angry, angry, and sad emotions poured into Su Changyi's sea of ​​consciousness through the brows little by little.

The light of the toad is like a belt, and it is snowing thousands of miles away.

This is the illusion of the dark night snow mountain constructed by magic. Immortal Junyao stands in the boundless snow, with snowflakes flying all over the sky in front of his eyes, and the breath of frost and snow covering the sky is as real as it is, but his whole body is not cold at all. The snow crunched.

Su Changyi walked forward, with both hands fixed in one shape, with one hand behind his back, and an inch-long white jade flute twirling in the other.

She could feel that her lips were pursed lightly, without the slightest smile, neither happy nor angry, as calm as water.

However, everything was calm and calm, and after a figure suddenly appeared not far away, there was an abnormal laughing sound in the wind and snow.

The white shirt is slightly open, the only brilliance in the wind and snow, the delicate and jade-like person is in the wind and snow, his body is unstable and his breath is dying.

The voice sounded like a ring, "Master, why... are you here?"

Jun Yao's face was expressionless, and he walked towards that figure with a slight movement of mind. Su Changyi was getting closer and closer to that person, but he was just a little bit closer!

The spiritual power linked to the Sea of ​​Consciousness was instantly emptied, the scene suddenly fell and collapsed, and the body fell straight into the abyss.

"what--"

Su Changyi screamed, and subconsciously stepped back, almost stepping on the air. The moment he regained consciousness, his slender long fingers still maintained the posture of pointing between his eyebrows.

He Qingxie suddenly opened his eyes, looked at her as a master in disbelief, and reprimanded angrily: "The disciple just wants the master to see a scene, but the master, you are actually trying to find other memories of the disciple?"

There was constant buzzing in his ears, and it took a while for Su Changyi to open his eyes.

In a short period of time, her mind was in a mess, the person she saw just now was not her, but the real Junyao Xianzun!

Before she could think about it, she heard He Qingxie's furious voice, "...I have never seen Master like this! It's a crime to peep! Master, you have such a habit! Master! Have you ever heard of it again?" Listen? Su Chang..."

"Ah? What did the apprentice say just now?"

"...It's nothing...Master, you can see the black line on Rourou's neck."

Su Changyi was thinking about Jun Yao's affairs in a mess in his heart, and he couldn't stand still, so he sat on the side of the bed and hugged He Qingxie's arm to steal some peace of mind.

She said meaningfully: "The black line is interesting."

She has the script in her hand, she knows the stuff.

In the fourth year of Xianli 910, Hongyao, the founder of the Shangqingxu School, was in turmoil in the cultivation world, when monsters and beasts were rampant, and blood was flowing, breaking the noise of the world. Under the eyes of envy and jealousy, it was unexpected Generally breaking through the Mahayana period and ascending to the fairyland.

To become a fairy was once unattainable in the eyes of everyone, but there was an example on that day.On that day, Wan Dao Hongguang shrouded the entire Zhengyang Hall from the sky. It was the most glorious and unparalleled peak in the century of Shangqingxu.

When Hongyao ascends to immortality, the world will prosper, and the blood will fade away, leaving behind a rotten corpse.What breaks out of the barrenness is the vigorous vitality of the recovery of all things, and it is also the only trace left by Hong Yao in the cultivation world.

Shangqing Ruins is the place where Hongyao practiced, so it is deeply loved by immortals. The four fairy mountains of Huanxuan and Yaocheng stand in the middle cultivation world. Gradually prosper and flourish, crowds gather.

In the same year, Chengshan stood beside the water, which used to be a small stream no more than a hundred miles away.However, almost all changes started with the expansion of this creek.It is rumored that relying on mountains to eat mountains depends on water to drink water. Because of Hongyao's reputation, many seekers come here admiringly.

How can it be that those who have not yet cultivated their roots and spirit veins are not allowed to enter, and there are more than a few thousand people who are eliminated intermittently. , Build a house and build it, looking at the mess everywhere.

From this, a small group of people were lured into forming a small sect of cultivating immortals unknowingly, which is not exactly a sect of cultivating immortals.At that time, there was a shortage of supplies, and facing the barren land thousands of miles away, everyone was too busy to take care of themselves, and no one could support the capital to establish a sect of cultivating immortals.

So they unite as one, and everyone contributes.The huddling together for warmth eventually became the brightest fire in the night sky. The fire light wandered beyond the boundary of the Mo River at the foot of Chengshan Mountain, and then they gradually grew stronger in the slit.It's hard to imagine how much cohesion is needed to allow a group of people to gradually expand, gain a place in the cultivation world, and finally become a sect that can compete with Shangqingxu, and become a strong current in cultivation.

This sect is Lingxu Outside the World.

There are rumors in the cultivation world that it is a branch of Shangqingxu, but the rumors started from the weak, and Lingxu Foreign Affairs used its strength to crush and destroy the rumors.

However, the method of slaughter is cruel, bloody and extremely vicious, which is despised by the entire world of cultivating immortals.The most heinous of them is the notorious puppet line. It can be said that Lingxu Outside is the ancestor of the puppet art.

It is made by twisting blood-stained hair into strands and injecting spiritual power into them.In the end, it looks like a living thing, can be extended indefinitely, and can penetrate the blood along the skin until the hair spreads all over the body and can be artificially controlled by spiritual power.

"The puppet line outside Lingxu is a kind of puppet technique on the fake Qinghe. It is the same trick. I didn't find this kind of thing on Rourou before. It shouldn't be! When was she planted? Puppet line, Rourou is controlled, what if she is like her two uncles?!"

"What does the apprentice want?"

"It should be what the master wants! The disciple is physically and mentally weak now, so he can only pin his hopes on the master and ask the master to save the disciple's life."

"If you ask for it, do you still ask for it? Is this the rhythm of wanting to die?"

He Qingxie tilted his head, smiled apologetically, and said, "This disciple's ambition in this life has not been fulfilled yet, and I don't want to die, so I ask Master to help me?"

Su Changyi narrowed his gorgeous peach blossom eyes slightly, and asked with a smirk, "Let's not talk about anything else, just talk about my disciple's ambition, don't you want to tear my master into pieces?"

"How could it be?" He Qingxie was categorical, the disciple just wanted to gouge out the heart of the master.

However, this remark is too bloody, and it is really inappropriate to say it.

Ever since, He Qingxie, who was committed to gouging out the master's heart, raised his eyebrows implicitly, smiled at Su Changyi, and said back to him in the same way: "Master, please be clear. Your respect is sincere, it can be seen by the sun and the moon!"

I believe you a ghost!

Su Changyi blinked, and said: "That would be the best, that disciple just lay down. As a teacher, I have no choice but to invite your Uncle Jun Huan to come over."

He Qingxie was pretentious, and said: "Master, this disciple is weak, pitiful, and helpless. Master, please remember to come back."

Su Changyi lightly patted the hand that was weak on the side of his leg, put it on his lower abdomen, and said with a kind smile: "Don't be afraid, disciple, come here as soon as you go as a teacher."

"Ah? Where is Uncle Jun Yao going?" Shen Rourou, who was going to pour tea, came slowly with a wooden table, on which were placed three jasper cups and a lotus-shaped jasper pot.

Su Changyi looked over, then turned back to meet He Qingxie's slightly narrowed eyes, and the two raised their brows without saying anything.

Now that Shen Rourou has a puppet thread on her body, it has proved that she is not far from being completely controlled.

Su Changyi is still unable to use Jun Yao's cultivation, she cannot stay here, as just said, the only way now is to go out and find Zhu Yu.

It's better to stay by Shen Rourou, the unknown number, alone than to come together.

He Qingxie made measures according to local conditions, "Master, let's go, disciple, thank you for your understanding. If possible, disciple wants that gauze skirt with white thread silver lotus, and let it dry on the clothes rail in Sulingyuan."

Su Changyi leaned sideways and nodded, and said sternly: "I see, there's so much nonsense! Rourou takes good care of your senior sister. If I have something to do, I will go back as soon as I go."

After the two wanted to cover up their words, Su Changyi left without waiting for Shen Rourou to respond.

Shen Rourou, who was deceived, looked at the tea on the table, feeling extremely wronged, "Uncle Shi hasn't drunk the tea yet, Rourou brewed it for a long time."

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