Master Qing Leng Always Wants to Marry Me [Transmigration Book]

[System]: "Ding! Trigger the next chapter of the plot: Yujianmen's immortal master was disturbed in the middle of the night, and many years of secrets reappeared. Please check."

Secret?Is there anything else that I don't know about that also concerns me?

Jihe murmured in his heart, and at the same time, a kind of clear and light tingling pain began to permeate from his forehead to neck and even his left shoulder. It was not heavy, but it vaguely tormented people's nerves.He gasped uncontrollably, and felt the pain subside a little.

"...I have a question." Ji He put his hand on his shoulder and asked calmly, "I don't care about anything else, but if the old man tries to mess with me later, can I hit him?"

[System]: "As long as it doesn't affect the development of the plot, you can do anything else."

Ji He: "What I want is your words."

He rubbed his hands, walked slowly to the door, clenched his fists to suppress the ups and downs in his heart, and then raised his hand to open a crack in the door.

A little light leaked in, and there were two figures outside, one standing and one kneeling, the kneeling man's head was also hanging down, his long hair covered his face, and the whole person revealed absolute awe and surrender from top to bottom, And the standing figure turned his wrist and grabbed the other person's hair. The person was pulled up abruptly, and a suppressed gasp came out of his throat.

Ji He quickly opened the door, with a "creak", turned to look at Ting Wu, let go of his hand, the kneeling man bent slightly, suddenly lost his shackles and staggered backwards, Ji He wanted to reach out to help: "...Senior Sister!"

Xiang Tingwu stopped in front of him, and said gently: "It's very cold in the autumn night, don't come out. Go inside."

Ji He looked at the arm in front of him and raised his head. Yin Rong had already stood upright, bowed his head and stood there, still calm and humble, and said in a low voice, "Sovereign, the disciple will step back first."

Xiang Tingwu responded lightly: "En."

Ji He looked suspiciously at the back of her going away, and finally returned to the room without asking any questions, followed by Xiang Tingwu, and closed the door with his own hands. A huge net, all sounds are isolated from the door.

Ji He glanced at him silently, but instead of sitting next to the desk, walked around the middle table to the small couch, and sat down by the wall.

Xiang Tingwu turned around and saw this scene, smiled noncommittally, went straight to the table and sat down, picked up the notebook above, flipped through a few pages at random, and then said: "You don't have to Nervous, this is in Yujian Sect, there are many disciples here, I won't do anything."

Ji He turned around, leaning his back against the wall, and said, "What did you say to Senior Sister Yin just now?"

Xiang Tingwu looked at him with a smile: "I thought you would ask about yourself first."

Ji He shook his head, pretending to be ignorant: "What's the matter with me? If I remember correctly, this is the second time I have met Uncle Xiang."

Xiang Tingwu put down the script, "The first time..."

"The first time we met..." Ji He tried his best to recall, as if he hadn't remembered anything, "I'm still too young, I don't have anything worth remembering.

Xiang Tingwu's hand holding the book paused, the tip of his eyebrows couldn't help but twitched, and he looked over: "I know you said that on purpose, but there's no need to..."

"Uncle," Ji He interrupted him, "Actually..."

"Shut up." Xiang Tingwu finally couldn't take it anymore, and said in a deep voice, "Don't call me that again."

"Okay," Ji He said with a smile, "Uncle."

Xiang Tingwu: "..."

Xiang Tingwu shook his sleeves, stopped dealing with him, and his eyes darkened, "It's normal if you don't remember, after all, it wasn't the first time we met, earlier—" He glanced this way After taking a look, a cold light flashed in his eyes, "...you have been living comfortably these years, with hundreds of lives in your hands, will they ask you for their lives in the middle of the night?"

……what?

Ji He didn't react for a moment, didn't understand what he said, subconsciously leaned forward, but heard Xiang Ting Wu sneer, and said in a cold voice: "I don't know what Jueqing Sect thinks, Lu Ming actually I still put you by my side like a treasure, and I have been living in such a way for so many years, should I return it?"

Ji He suddenly felt his heart suffocated, and vaguely sensed something, before he could think about it, he said to Ting Wu again: "Six years ago, I just wanted to try it, but it caused Jue Qingzong and Yujian Sect to fight against each other. He protects you so much, could it be that he also participated in the catastrophe a hundred years ago?"

"...!!"

These words were like a revelation, a "click" opened up a secret that had been dusty for many years, Ji He's mind was completely pale, he clutched his chest tightly and gasped for breath, turned his head to look at Xiang Ting Wu with difficulty, But he found that the scene in front of him had also turned white, and it was no longer an inn. On the pure white snow, a man was standing alone with a sword, and blood flowed from the sword.

A group of white-clothed monks lay sporadically on the ground in front of them.

Xiang Tingwu also knelt in it, his eyes were scarlet, his body was covered in blood, and he looked up at him with extreme resentment.

Ji He raised his hands, the thick red in his palms stung his eyes for an instant, blood flowed down his fingers, and several plum blossoms dripped on the snow.

"...did I do this?" he wondered incredulously.

An uncontrollable crazily pleasure surged up in his chest, like a gust of wind swept over him, his face was in severe pain, Ji He gritted his teeth and tried to suppress this feeling, but the pleasure of revenge continued to flow like a drug|drug Uncontrollably, he heard this sentence roaring viciously: "Hahaha, you asked for this! The Immortals are liars, a bunch of shameless people! They claim to be high-spirited, and I'm bad! Take others What kind of honor is it to play games in your life!!"

Xiang Tingwu spat out a mouthful of blood, and said in a weak voice: "...Don't speak out loud, everyone knows that the Jueqing Sect is ruthless. Zong?!...how could..."

Ji He tightened his eyebrows, he knew it was an illusion, and everything in front of him was not real, but he still watched himself prop up his trembling right hand involuntarily, and the sharp sword energy slashed across, Xiang Ting Wu's knees fell fiercely, directly Kneel down completely.

"...Shut up! Shen Jing and I really love each other! You hypocrites who talk about the world, you will do nothing but tear us apart... Shen Jing is going to be thrown on Zhang Daoling's bed by you beasts... Xianzong regards me like an ant, so I want to kill all the cultivators!"

"..."

Although the few people in front of him were all dead or injured, and the remnant soldiers were unable to support him, Ji He felt that he was getting more and more stretched, and his whole body was burning like a fire, especially the skin and neck, which seemed to be pierced hard by needles and threads. The man was supported by a surge of hatred, he lowered his head and panted quickly, he didn't know what he said, he didn't know anything about those things, he was about to speak, but saw the person behind him who had been kneeling on the snow ground The man slowly raised his head, the hair on his forehead was wet with snow water, and condensed into a lock on both sides of his pale cheeks.

He was very weak, as if a mountain made of jade was about to collapse.

Ji and his pupils contracted sharply, their bodies trembling uncontrollably.

...It's Master!

Lu Ming stared at him like a knife, and his voice seemed hoarse from his throat: "...you say it's quiet, but I don't care about him...to do this..."

Before finishing this sentence, Ji He felt suddenly dizzy, a huge dizziness enveloped him, a cold stalk on his left shoulder, a long sword dripping with blood pierced through his shoulder blade, before he could react, Lu Ming Suddenly he used his sword to prop himself up on the ground and stood up with all his strength. The moment he stabbed himself, a refreshing fragrance rushed to his face, and the next moment, a dense net gleamed coldly in the sky, and the surging spiritual power Surging around endlessly, Jihe's eyes went black for a while, desperately trying to get out of this illusion, but nothing helped——

He saw that all the monks who were lying or kneeling stood up, and only then did he realize that they were all master-level figures who could be named by the hundred families of the immortal sect. They all raised their swords in unison, mobilized all their spells, Lu Ming stood in the middle, only half a step away from him. He drew a few spells in the air with his right hand, and then raised his hand and stamped it down with strength. At the same time, all the monks around him swung their swords and stabbed him——

Countless silver threads all over the body flowed into the spring like branches of rivers, lakes and seas, and all the blood flowed backwards towards the heart, as if it was about to explode in pain...

"……what!"

Ji He suddenly came back to his senses, seeing Ting Wu's face, he shrank back unexpectedly, his back hit the hard wall, and his left shoulder was stabbed as if he hadn't reacted yet.

Xiang Tingwu didn't know when he stood in front of him, leaned slightly and stared at his face closely, "Do you remember when we really met for the first time?"

Jihe's heart heaved violently, he took a big gulp of fresh air, his mind was in a mess, all kinds of broken images flashed past, he felt suffocated and confused, he opened his mouth to say something but couldn't make a sound.

"You..." Xiang Tingwu also seemed to have noticed his abnormality, stared at him for a while, and asked uncertainly, "What's the matter... Could it be that you... were also controlled by that evil spirit?!"

...Evil?

Hearing this, Ji He's heart suddenly became clear, and suddenly remembered what he was here for, and shook his head vigorously, forcing himself to calm down, he raised his head and looked at Xiang Ting Wu with difficulty, his eyes were filled with chaos like thousands of flowers Ye Feixuan: "...to the suzerain."

Xiang Tingwu was still leaning over to look at him, the distance was so close that at first glance it would be misunderstood that he was going to do something to Ji He, Ji He lowered his eyes silently, trying to avoid his eyes, and then muttered in his heart What.

Looking at his actions, Xiang Tingwu raised his eyebrows: "Why... did you remember something? Six years ago, you were only 12 years old, and it was the same..."

Ji He pursed his lips, knowing that it was time, he stepped back, the window rang twice suddenly, a gust of dark wind hit the ground, the candle on the table shook violently a few times and went out with a snap .

Xiang Tingwu straightened up suddenly.

"Don't touch uncle," Ji He said in a low voice, "that evil spirit is here."