Wearing this fake cultivator master and apprentice

In the snow hill, the silence did not last for a long time, only because a strange suction force suddenly came from the air, and a cyclone rolled up above her head, tearing her violently, trying to drag her away from the ice bed.

He Qingxie was startled, and subconsciously wanted to grab the ice bed, but his body remained motionless, and his eyes were dull? Staring at the jumping flames of the Yanhuang Shenmu.

The suction above her head became stronger and stronger, and after a while, she was finally dragged out of this body by that strange suction, and finally fell into another body from a high altitude.

Qinglian Blood Pond Forbidden Area?——

"Ah! Huhu——"

Panting for a while, suddenly? Surrounded by the strangely dark pool, He Qingxie's tightly closed eyes opened in an instant, seeing darkness.

The place where the stars and rivers can't penetrate at night is cool, humid, bloody, and frightening.

She looked at the huge shadow falling on the stone wall, hooked her fingertips, and hissed softly, "Oh," it hurts so much, the bones in her whole body seem to be broken by being remade in a furnace.

This scene seems familiar, and it has been a long time.

"He Qingxie, the heroine, the devil, with such a tyrannical identity, you have ended up like this, you are really ashamed—"

The sudden female voice echoed on the bloody green lotus pool, crisp, sarcasm, ridicule, everything made He Qingxie terrified.

"Are you willing?"

"My dear Xie—"

Unfamiliar vocabulary, she was stunned for a while.The heroine?Honey?what is that?

He Qingxie didn't know why, so he closed his eyes, and asked with a dry voice, "Who are you?"

She was lying on a huge uneven stone slab, and her back was aching from the sharp corners of the rough branches. However, all her senses were blurred, except for her hearing, which was extremely clear. She heard a rustle like The rustling of scraps of paper against the floor.

Something was approaching her, getting closer and closer, and finally jumped from the floor to her abdomen. The thing was not big in size and weighed very little, so small that it was almost weightless.

He Qingxie rolled his eyeballs and scanned his abdomen, but he couldn't see anything. The place was dark and dark, and there was no light at all. When the vision was blocked, the hearing became more sensitive.

She heard the clear and pleasant female voice, and said slowly: "Me? You can call me kindly—"

***

The next day, Ping Lan came over to Su Lingyuan with He Qingxie's face on her face. Shen Rourou held her "senior sister"'s hand and sat at the table, tilting her head and blinking her eyes to look carefully at the face.

Ping Lan thought she had been discovered, but look? If the silly child sees anything, she will strangle her to death.

However, it was a pity that the other party did not give her this opportunity.

Shen Rourou took a closer look? After a while, she pouted and said, "Senior Sister, you are so serious."

Ping Lan smiled and said: "...Jun, Su, Master is sick, I'm not in a good mood."

Shen Rourou shrugged and lowered her head, and said weakly: "Rourou is also uncomfortable, but there is no way out, we can't stand for uncle."

At that moment, Ping Lan's chest was blocked by a breath. She remembered that 500 years ago, the blood flowed in the Suling courtyard. The monstrous crime, the person who did wrong was never Xingci, but she was exiled to the Demon Killing City, where demons danced wildly and never saw the sky or the sun again.

Ping Lan endured the pain as if her heart was splitting, and said word by word: "If you can redeem it, you will be as good as you are."

Shen Rourou raised her head in astonishment, and then fell silent.

Last night, Su Changyi stood under the cold moon, blowing the cold wind for several hours, and fell ill as expected. She pushed back the quilt and sat up, took the decoction Lu Xingtong handed over, and lowered her head to sniff A few times, the pungent smell of traditional Chinese medicine is generally difficult for ordinary people to accept.

The last time she had a high fever in the torture chamber and escaped in the golden boudoir, now, under Lu Xingtong's scorching gaze, she had no choice but to frown and take a few mouthfuls.

After putting down the empty bowl, Su Changyi turned to the two people at the low table, and told Lu Xingtong, "There are too many things going on recently, and you are beyond your powers, so this will definitely not work. Your master, uncle, and uncle are all I don’t know where to go, you have to work harder and devote yourself to cultivation? All right, do you understand what I mean?”

Lu Xingtong was smart since childhood, so she nodded without needing her to say more, "Uncle Shi is right, nephew is going to practice swords in the courtyard." After speaking, did you call? Shen Rourou? "He Qingxie".

Pinglan still had something to say to Su Changyi, so she shied away and said, "You guys go first, I have something to ask Master."

Shen Rourou opened her eyes wide to see? She didn't say anything else.

Lu Xingtong took a deep look at Su Changyi on the bed, nodded and said, "Then we'll wait for you in the courtyard."

"it is good."

Seeing that everyone agreed, Lu Xingtong took Shen Rourou's hand and went out, then closed the door with a creak.

In the dark and slightly cold air, the wooden door that avoids light casts a sharp-edged shadow on the ground, and the severe winter pervasive cold crawls and writhes in the silence. The atmosphere is like this place? Empty.

Su Changyi was suffering from a cold. After waking up, he found that he was not breathing well. After his head was suffocated, three large and striking characters floated across his heart——

Ruined?.

In the real world, she has been strong and strong since she was a child. In winter, she usually wears more clothes, eats and drinks enough, and can live through the whole winter safely. Is this correct? That sentence is like a mountain falling.

This is how appropriate, so true five words.

Su Changyi sniffed, raised his eyelids and looked at "He Qingxie", those peach blossom eyes with smooth and upturned eye tails, slightly arched down? No more? Tempting and seductive, instead? Arousing pity.

"You didn't do it on purpose, did you? Jun Yao." Ping Lan sat on the edge of the bed, trying to reach out and grab Su Changyi's lapel, but was quickly dodged by the person leaning back.

Su Changyi looked down at Kankan's hand grabbing his clothes, frowned and asked, "What do you think? It's quite comfortable to catch the wind and cold, you don't have to go out, let alone get out of bed, why don't you change it with me?" ?”

Ping Lan is not interested in this, but only wants to learn the unique secret art of "Cultivation of the Yin God" in the Lingqing Hall of Shangqingxu. She is looking forward to the reunion with Xingci again, and can't wait to look forward to it.

She leaned over and said word by word: "I don't have much time left for you, you can decide what to do. Besides, I still have a few words to tell you."

The other party's emphatic expression made people calm down unconsciously. Su Changyi licked his lips and asked impatiently, "What do you want to say?"

Ping Lan's voice is clear, even if she takes over Zhu Yu's body and transforms into He Qingxie's appearance?, that unique voice can still be remembered deeply.

"You know that I was imprisoned in the forbidden area? Didn't die, then do you know that when I was whipped 360 times and ordered to be thrown out of the forbidden area after being whipped until I was half dead? It was also comparable to the tragedy of your beloved disciple." Ping Lan said, "Maybe she is not dead, maybe she will be like me? I don't know what kind of adventure there will be."

After a moment of silence, the icy breath froze even his breathing. Su Changyi looked directly at the face exactly like He Qingxie's, and saw his numb and stunned expression from those dark phoenix eyes.

Suddenly, Su Changyi wanted to raise his head and laugh crazily, wanted to laugh out loud, wanted to laugh at himself for finally borrowing a knife to kill people, throwing people off the cliff, and finally learned from other people that He Qingxie still had a chance to survive!

She wanted to ask, why did she play with her like this? !

why? !

But she couldn't smile with the corners of her mouth stiff, and she couldn't ask any questions. She needed to go to the forbidden area to see? See?.

Moreover, while inspecting it, she can also bury her good apprentice in person. Finally, after finishing what she wanted to do from the bottom of her heart, she sat on her apprentice's grave, turned the porcelain bowl upside down, Sing "Today? Is a Good Day" with chopsticks.

Ping Lan reached out and shook Su Changyi's eyes, and asked, "Is it so difficult to accept?"

Su Changyi glanced? She glanced.

"Hey," Ping Lan got up, brushed the long-lost disciple uniform, and said calmly, "You master and apprentice are really interesting. On the surface, the master and apprentice love each other deeply, but Zhao Riyue's words are always on your lips , In private, does your beloved apprentice know that your master has sinister intentions, and what you want in your heart is to find a chance to kill the apprentice?"

"When you used the Nine Serenity Sensation Technique to set up an illusion? Did your favorite senior sister know that you were trying to trick her into a demon?" Su Changyi retorted, looked at her coldly, and said, " If you have nothing to do, please 'love' you, don't waste your words, now? Just go out? You are not afraid of retribution for disturbing the rest of the patients."

Su Changyi was exhausted and uncomfortably sleepy. Ever since she was woken up from a nightmare yesterday, she had been standing under the moon and suffered from insomnia. Now that she was sick, her sleepiness almost doubled.

Ping Lan probably saw that her condition was not good, so she didn't refute again, "Forget it, you have a good life, and I don't want to waste time with you." After she gave the order, she stood up He Qingxie went out to bluff and deceive again.

After the people left, Su Changyi lay back down again and covered herself with the quilt to catch up on sleep. This time she slept very deeply, and once again fell into the previous dream with twists and turns that made her suddenly wake up.

And she would not know that this dream reappeared in another person's memory at the same time.

After coming out of the snowy hill, Jun Yao held the flute and the sword, and directly attacked the sky above the snowy sky.

Using the Nine Serenity Sensation Technique to set up an illusion that turns the virtual into reality, and directly cut off [-]% to [-]% of her spiritual power, she might not be able to deal with that person in the heyday.

In this way, she can't waste her spiritual power to track him for thousands of miles. Since she can't find it, then let that person come over on her own initiative?

This is the illusion created by her with spiritual power. This illusion has a radius of several miles. Whether it is tall or short, it is all under her control. She made a formula: "Shrink!"

The voice sounded like a general's order ordering the three armies. As soon as the voice fell, the sky, the earth, and the darkened area were suddenly hit by a storm, shaking in all directions, and layers of snow rolled up into shocking waves, which gathered decisively in the center. , submerged tidal flats, smashed? Snow mounds, thousands of layers of thick snow in? Backlog? Make muffled noises.

The continuous snow layer closest to the middle is gradually cracked all over the place. Tens of thousands of ice ridges form ice thorns to penetrate the snow layer, springing up from the ground like mushrooms after rain.

The icicles burst out from the bottom of the ground and rose again and again, as if they were going to pierce the sky, and gradually merged into a crescent moon in the void.

Jun Yao flew over, and in the dimness, thousands of graceful figures were reflected as transparent as glass.

The scope of the snowy area shrunk with the wind and snow, and the white land? Exposed barren sand dunes without green plants.

In the cold breath? Looking around, you can see where the Tibetans are.

Jun Yao's silver hair fluttered in the air, and the jade flute in his hand turned into bits and pieces that sank into the void. He raised his hand and summoned the Fengshuang Sword, sweeping it away.

Thousands of hectares of wind and snow were thrown into the sky in an instant, and at the same time as the snowflakes fell, a snow mound exploded at the place where the sword energy struck.

The author has something to say: #On what adventures will the dreaming master have? #

He: Guess I might be stabbed to death

Su: ... the haunted soul lingers