Wearing this fake cultivator master and apprentice

The wind and snow obstructed the line of sight, He Qingxie's spiritual veins were sealed and he couldn't use his spiritual power, and it was very difficult to summon the saber.

After receiving the sword, the tiger's mouth was suddenly numb from the powerful sword intent.

She frowned. From the moment she received the sound transmission, she knew that there would be a battle, but she just didn't expect it to be so unexpected.

The sword shadow with spiritual power is as fast as lightning. In the snow, the scattered flowers gradually become charming, and they collide with each other.

Su Changyi stood by and watched his blood rushing, secretly excited, if he could do it himself, it would be even more exciting.

Pinglan is just like 500 years ago, with slanted moves and sword moves, and the changes are treacherous. Not long after, the two have gone through dozens of moves.He Qingxie was so helpless to fight back, and was forced to retreat by the decisive tricks.

Ping Lan kicked her chest, and Immortal Jun Yao's beloved apprentice flew out like a puppet with a broken string, and hit the ground with a shocking bang, shaking the surrounding snowflakes.

He Qingxie lay on his back on the snowy ground, his black hair was in a mess, bubbling bright red followed by the smell of iron rushing up his throat, wow? Spit it out, from the corner of his mouth, down his jaw, into his neck, her body was warm and scalding Heart shrinks.

In the middle of the fight, Ping Lan broke more than a dozen of her bones, and as soon as she fell to the ground, a burst of coolness crawled into the bones along the disciple's clothes, getting colder, colder, and more painful .

When he no longer had the strength to hold the saber, the familiar pain made He Qingxie's whole body tense, and he looked at the void with blurred vision, and his eyes turned black.

She wanted to get up, but she was at the end of her strength, like an old man who was about to run out of fuel.

There was nothing in my mind, what was there? Suddenly it came into my eyes.

It seems to be such a scene of heavy snow falling, the sky and the earth being the same color, the sun is dim, and the visibility is low, and the crisp sound of rings hitting each other is heard in the ear?

The sound of crushing snow came from a distance. Someone was playing with a jade flute while coming towards her. The end of the jade flute had bright red tassels hanging down, like a moon-old red thread.

The figure approached, and the silver thread of the waterfall fell on her face along her ears, the fragrance was cold and itchy.

He Qingxie stretched out his hand towards the void as if in a daze, moving his fingertips to touch the pungent red petals.

Su Changyi's face was full of sadness, and he leaned back displeased, and hid, thinking to himself? This kid couldn't be kicked out of the concussion, is he stupid?

"Disciple, what's wrong with you?! Are you all right? Are you injured there? What about the teacher? Can't you tell?"

Ping Lan's attack was aimed at He Qingxie's fate, and Su Changyi felt very regretful that she was not killed on the spot.

Luo Kong's hands couldn't touch the petals, but he grabbed the red silk silk hanging down with the silver hair, and when he pulled it, the silk silk slid along the jade-white neck and loosened.

There is a finger-long scar in the middle of the neck. It is not hideous, but it is ugly on a person with no blemishes.The color of the new scar is much more delicate, and this scar is close to the original color of the skin, so it must have been left a long time ago.

Amid the sound of falling snow, He Qingxie saw the scar, and suddenly he was sure of something. He raised his stiff face and laughed at himself.Then, Su Changyi heard the sound of hitting a ring. It was He Qingxie's last breath in a daze.

"Master...you..."

Su Changyi felt a pain in his heart, and was slightly stunned.

Time seems to have passed for a long time, whether it is a moment or a moment.

Is it the change of vicissitudes of life, or the change of stars.

She couldn't tell the difference, she heard herself inexplicably humming an old song about love and hatred, "lingering", and "majestic". An emerging tune.

"...Love is in a daze. When the world first opened, the roses that were already in full bloom, love is red..."

In the distance, Ping Lan kicked a stone, and flew towards her feet, and after she realized it, she restrained her expression and stood up, condescendingly looking down at He Qingxie who had closed her eyes.

Ping Lan put away her sword, glanced at the big snowball who was still chattering aside, walked over bored and patted her on the shoulder, and asked? "

Su Changyi turned back indifferently, gave her a blank look, and knocked off her hand, "You promised me, do it now? Do it now. What are you talking about?"

"Master-student fratricide," Ping Lan clicked her lips, pondering these four words with great interest, and for a moment, "I will help you? Can that still be called master-student fratricide?"

"You killed more people than me? Seniors still care about one more?"

"That's not necessarily the case. A hundred years ago, I was disciplined by my senior sister. What she taught me the most is that you shouldn't do harm to the world. It's unfair for you to trap me in this way. My senior sister will blame me."

Pinglan couldn't hide her depression on her face. Looking back on the past, melancholy rippling in her heart.

The world is unpredictable, and everything cannot escape the passage of time.

Su Changyi gasped out the wind and snow breath, and the snowflakes poured into his throat mixed with the coolness, slid down the throat and echoed around his lungs, feeling refreshed for a while.

She clenched her fingertips.

Is it too "impulsive" to kill someone for something that hasn't happened yet?

Su Changyi gritted his teeth, determined to eliminate his future troubles forever, but as a successor of socialism, he should abide by the 24-character core values. How could he do bloody and brutal things?Even if you want to do it, you have to be more tactful, right?

"I can't do it, and you don't have to kill her. How about I trouble you to use up some strength?" She picked up the silk silk and wrapped it around the scarred neck again. After wrapping the last one, she lifted The lower jaw signaled the other party to look in the direction of the black iron bridge.

Ping Lan understood instantly.

Under the center of the four fairy mountains of Huanxuan, Yaocheng and Shangqingxu, there are dense forests, surrounded by poisonous mist, and there are snakes, insects, rats and ants, and poisonous substances are rampant.Based on the information she learned from the novel "It Hurts and Kicks Me by My Ass", under the white mist covered by the vast sea, not only monsters gathered, but also one party was locked by the cold iron mysterious lock. The Qinglian Blood Pond in the depths of the jungle is a forbidden place for all Shangqingxu disciples to come here.

It is not unreasonable for Junyao Xianzun to choose Chengshan and Yaoshan to set up plank roads under the Xuantie Bridge, and to build a torture chamber for extorting confessions.Forbidden place, torture chamber, this is dark and overlapping, one plus one equals? Two.

Double the happiness, you deserve it? Have it.

"You're really ruthless." Ping Lan raised the corners of her mouth and refused to refute the suggestion. She dragged the man to the bridge by He Qingxie's lapel and lifted him in the air.

She turned around and asked again, "Are you sure? This is a one-off deal. If I let go, you, my precious disciple, will fall to pieces."

"Cough cough."

The longer the bone-chilling wind blew, the more Su Changyi's head hurt. She covered her mouth with silk silk and coughed a few times, and made a stiff "please" gesture with her other hand.

Ping Lan raised her head and smiled, then nodded and said, "That will be as you wish."

The slender fingers were loosened one by one, and the flying man in white was like a bird swooping down, quickly falling into the thick mist and disappearing.

A moment later, a group of birds and beasts were startled from the depths of the dense forest.

Su Changyi raised the corners of his lips, coughed lightly a few times, finally relaxed his body, and smiled from the bottom of his heart.

The wind and snow by the bridge is beautiful, but no one appreciates it.

Now that He Qingxie's matter has been settled, there is a huge monster that is especially eye-catching.

Su Changyi pointed to the huge airtight snowball that had been wrapped, gestured to Ping Lan, and asked, "Can you open it?"

Ping Lan nodded and lowered her eyebrows, looking at herself dressed in Zhu Yu's Taoist robe, she said leisurely, "I don't want to do too much, the two of them must die."

"Didn't you just say that your senior sister taught you not to harm the world, could it be that you are lying to me?" After a pause, Su Changyi said again, "From the moment you threw He Qingxie down, I thought that there is a way out, you I don't want to do too much, and likewise, I don't want to."

Su Changyi Shiran approached, looked at the other person's upturned kind and gentle face, and said softly, "Senior, your worries are completely superfluous."

"how do you want to do it?"

"You want to? I'll teach you to 'Create the Yin God', but I couldn't get up for a moment. All the classics I have repaired are in Shangqingxu, so I can't leave."

"Do you want to stay?" Ping Lan squinted her eyes, as if she wanted to see through him. "Also, although you call me senior, you don't have the slightest attitude towards senior. How about respect?"

Su Changyi let out a sneer, "What's the matter? What did you want me to do before? Do you want to bow down to you? What do you think? I will?"

of course not!

Of course, Ping Lan knew this truth, she flicked her long sleeves and turned sideways, her eyes fell on the big snowball that was still making the sound of chiseling the wall from inside to outside, her eyes flickered, "That's unnecessary. Since you have a way, then I will follow you, but I advise you not to follow me in the dark, my experience in the forbidden area for a hundred years is enough for me? —”

"Senior was joking, why? Dare?" Su Changyi smirked, his peach blossom eyes gleaming, but his fingertips were trembling secretly under the cover of the sleeves of his skirt.

She said: "Then I would like to ask you, senior, to transform into the appearance of my apprentice first. My two senior nephews know that you are attached to my senior sister who is the head of the sect and controls the entire Yaoshan disciples. What is the identity of the senior sister who is the head of the sect?" Can no longer be used."

Ping Lan looked contemptuous.

"Pretending to... yours, beloved? I think? Ask? Are you dreaming?"

"Do you want to learn to 'bring out Yinshen'?"

Ping Lan: "..."

She was annoyed for a while, her face was livid, and she stared at Su Changyi trembling with anger, wishing to throw this man off the cliff immediately.

***

The space inside the snowball was pitifully narrow, and Lu Xingtong used all the space he could stand on to stabilize his figure.

Shen Rourou was delicate and frail since she was a child, and she couldn't easily go out when encountering the cold wind. It was not until Zhu Yu forcefully poured the top-quality panacea that she was so young. It took two years to raise her body with great care. Now she is sticking to the wall of the ball, trembling Non-stop, there is a faint feeling of relapse.

Shen Rou softly? Softly, her thinking was a little sluggish due to the freezing of her brain, and she curled up with her arms folded, "It's so cold, senior sister, woo woo woo, what should I do? The uncle can't beat the master, we still have to go out!" If you don’t go, what if Master Uncle gets injured? What should I do?”

"Calculating the time, Junior Sister He should be here soon, don't worry, Rou Rou." Lu Xingtong's subordinates kept on moving, his limbs and bones were wrapped in cold air, his movements were already stiff, and his spiritual veins gradually stagnated.

Surely it won't work like this? If the snowball is not cut open with a sword, the two of them might freeze to death inside first.

She gritted her teeth and asked: "Has Master Rourou taught you the spells practiced by disciples in the Nascent Soul stage? Like fire-dispelling spells?"

Xuanshan and Huanshan cultivated completely opposite spells, Huanshan was good at fire, while Xuanshan was good at controlling water.

To break the snowball, you can try to roast it from the inside.

Of course, these are not important, what is important is that Shen Rourou has just built the foundation not long ago, so it can be said that her cultivation level is better than nothing.When she advanced to the golden core stage under Junxuan Xianzun, Shen Rourou was still among the disciples of Huanshan Outer Sect, serving tea and water to others, if she hadn't been lucky enough to show her face and bump into Zhu Yu in the sect competition, she might have died for the rest of her life It is impossible to escape the bad luck of becoming an outer disciple.

Shen Rourou's face was shy, she looked aggrieved, "Master has taught me, but Rourou always fell asleep every time..." The tone of the rest of the words became smaller and smaller, to the point of insignificance.She wasn't sure if her Senior Sister Lu could hear clearly, so she raised her wrinkled little face, "I, I don't know."

"Okay? Okay, alas."

Maybe it was the harsh winter that made Lu Xingtong's mind extraordinarily clear, or maybe her whole body was numb from the cold. After she secretly sighed, she stretched out her hand to pull Shen Rourou up, hugged her tightly, and rubbed her hands on the other's back to warm up.

Can she feel Shen Rourou in her arms? She shivered slightly, rubbed her hands for a while, breathed into her palms when her hands were completely cold, and then pressed them to her thin back to continue rubbing.

"Better? Is it okay?"

Shen Rourou nods her head.

"That's the only way to go. If you don't go out, the uncle and sister He can only give it to us? We'll collect the body."

"Rourou doesn't want to die." Shen Rourou raised her copper-bell-sized eyes to look up at her, the eyes were bright and full of hope.

"Nobody wants to? Die."

Lu Xingtong looked at the void and muttered, as if echoing Shen Rourou's words, or just muttering to himself.

After a while, there was a muffled sound of cracking, and the two of them searched for the sound. Looking around, they saw spider web-like cracks spreading from the top of the snowball to the surroundings. With the sound, the cracks spread all over the ball wall in an instant. Did someone break open the gap from the outside?

Shen Rourou opened her eyes wide curiously, and exclaimed, "Wow, it must be Uncle Master who came to save us!"

Needless to say, Lu Xingtong hurriedly held the saber in his hand and hit the top of the ball with all his strength. The several inches thick snow blocks were blown up by the sword energy erupting from the inside, and they fell on the snow ground and smashed into big snow craters. .

The sound? The loud noise that shook the mountains and forests startled the birds in the distance, and there was still a long-lasting lingering sound beside the bridge.

Compared with the cold inside the ball, even though the sun was dim and the wind and snow were overlapping, the stiff and numb bodies of the two were slightly relieved.

Almost at a glance, she could see a spot in the silver dress. Enchanting red, before Shen Rourou's thoughts calmed down, she had flung herself into Su Changyi's arms. She curled up into his arms, feeling aggrieved whimper?

"Uncle-"

In Shenshi, the night was cold and starless, and there was a lot of wind and snow.

Su Lingyuan.

Holding the teacup in his hand, Su Changyi felt troubled for the first time. This was the tension in his whole body that he had never experienced after reading this book.After comforting Shen Rourou and talking to Lu Xingtong about the current situation, she kicked off her boots and went to bed, put on her clothes and fell asleep.

It's not that she doesn't take it off, it's that the current environment is too dangerous, so she has no choice but to do so.

After the incident at the Xuantie Bridge, she ordered Ping Lan, who pretended to be He Qingxie, to go to Huanshan Siguo Cliff and bring back all the disciples of Yaoshan in the name of Immortal Junyao.

After getting it back, she will find an excuse to order Pinglan to take back all the puppet lines, so that Pinglan can no longer control Shangqingxu so unscrupulously.

She hates being held on the neck, it's very unfriendly to her.

Ping Lan's departure gave her the opportunity to make up fancy reasons to evade the two of them. The three of their nephews gathered around the table and sighed, nodding and commenting on "Zhu Yu" who fell into the mountain.

Su Changyi didn't want to? Speaking of He Qingxie who really fell down the mountain, he didn't interrupt a word, only heard Shen Rou and Lu Xingtong muttering a lot.

She Zhuoran didn't want to intervene in something that would put herself in danger, but the difficulty of this matter was that she occupied the status of Junyao Xianzun, so she had no choice but to occupy his position and seek his job.

She just got rid of He Qingxie who might torture her to death in the future, and now there is another Ping Lan.

She felt that Xiao? said he was playing with her, but she couldn't find any evidence.

The heavy snow fell and turned into cold smoke.

It was a silent night, with heavy snow falling outside the house, and the forest under the four fairy mountains of Huanxuan Yaocheng was dressed in a layer of white clothes that were cool under the bright moon.

Su Changyi had a dream.

It was a snowy, three-foot-frozen snowy night, and He Qingxie slashed her throat with a knife, and blood spattered everywhere, sprinkling on the snow, like broken and ravaged flowers.

She woke up with fright, looking at the lonely and dark night, a kind of fear emerged in her heart, this is He Qingxie's room, there are He Qingxie's things everywhere, and the smell of He Qingxie is everywhere.

It was like a nightmare, completely enveloping her, making her unable to escape, and she was completely alone and sleepless in the second half of the night.

The author has something to say: #团观似人□□He Qingxie who conspired to throw down the cliff#

He: I came back in vain to kill you!

Su: Disciple sees the copywriting clearly, you are fake!

He:...