The villain is a disaster [Rebirth]

Suddenly, Jing Wuyou looked up at him condescendingly, and said without a word: "I only respect senior brother, because he saved my life, and because he was able to be there when the master went out. Teach us swordsmanship. Throw it with a peach, repay it with a plum, be grateful for the encounter, forget your body, and remember the five. The second senior brother is not only not grateful to the senior brother, but is still talking about it behind his back. Don't you think this is a bit inappropriate?"

He speaks eloquently and with a perfect accent.

A pair of soul-stirring willow-leaf eyes stared straight at him, as if all the people and things in the world would be pierced to pieces by these eyes, and they could be seen clearly at a glance.

Shangguan Yun had never heard such "styled" preaching.

I used to be in the Shangguan Mansion, and whenever my wife wanted to scold him, she always used the simplest words, "You rebellious son", "Useless waste", "How can I be worthy of your aunt", "Naturally born scumbag!" "Wait for the vicious but single sentence.

Now hearing this kind of "rebuke", my mood has become a little indescribable.

Shangguan Yun pursed his lips, pointed at him and said angrily, "You little bastard, are you blaming me?"

The finger that showed the four characters "I can't believe it" all over the body was trembling faintly when it was facing Jing Wuyou. He walked out, bent down and picked up the wooden sword and slingshot on the ground, and practiced by himself.

Shangguan Yun was dazed for a while, looked at his figure, shook his head, and complained: "Why don't I just talk casually, do I need to be so serious? And make such a big anger. Sigh, brothers and sisters are like this Man, how could Master Luo Xiao accept such strange people as his apprentices? It really is bad luck for eight lifetimes, so you are not afraid of losing your life? Sigh, life is hard, life is hard."

A moment after he finished speaking, just as he stretched and scratched his back and was about to go back to his room to rest, he only heard Feng Chiling's voice from the other side of the room: "I really can't hear you, right?"

The five senses of a cultivator are so keen, as long as the opponent's foundation is not as deep as their own, they can even hear their breathing clearly, let alone Shangguan Yun's loud voice.

But at this moment, all his movements stopped abruptly, he stood motionless on the spot, dumbfounded, his back stiffened.

It was followed by Feng Chiling's light and fluffy words without any emotional fluctuations: "I will tell you what is called the partition wall has ears. Go back to the room today and copy these four words a thousand times. If you can't finish copying, you are not allowed to sleep. I'll check tomorrow."

Like a thunderbolt from the blue sky, Shangguan Yun refused to accept it and shouted: "Brother, you are not a master, why should you..."

Feng Chiling said coldly: "Because I have a way to strangle you to death. If I don't see those four thousand characters tomorrow, when Master comes back, I'll tell him to blow you down the mountain and go back to your Shangguan Mansion!"

This is not a joke, but a real move.

It is obvious that the surrounding temperature has dropped sharply, and a few pieces of ice crystals have condensed in the thin air.

Shangguan Yun shrunk his neck subconsciously, not daring to speak any more, so he rubbed his arms together, gave the door a hard look, and hurriedly stomped away.

Although she was full of resentment and unwillingness on the surface, she was still afraid of Feng Chiling in her heart.

He locked himself in the room, turned over the paper and inkstone on the table without saying a word, and went to copy the words with tears in his eyes.

On the Qingming night, the night wind blows, carrying a burst of fresh flowers and plants.

Outside the house, Jing Wuyou, who was dressed in snow-white clothes, stared at the slingshot in his hand for a long time, then hid it in the skirt of his clothes thoughtfully, and then practiced with the wooden sword in a daze all night, until the next day when he was ugly. Ken is on bed rest.

The sun rises in the east.

On this day, Luo Xiao came back, and Feng Chiling was waiting for him at the gate of the mountain early.

Luo Xiao rolled up her sleeves and pulled out a treasure box. Seeing this, Feng Chiling asked, "The ghost box?"

When Luo Xiao walked back to the wooden house with him, she nodded and said: "Yes, I encountered a more difficult evil spirit this time when I went down the mountain, and I haven't found a way to completely get rid of it yet, so I will seal it for the time being."

Luo Xiao's cultivation was higher than Feng Chiling's, and she was at the stage of Nascent Soul and above, since he couldn't completely destroy the evil spirits in this box, it must be really difficult to deal with.

Feng Chiling said with her hands behind her back: "What kind of evil thing is it, will it be dangerous if you keep it by your side?"

Luo Xiao gently stroked the top of his head like a dragonfly on water, and then said solemnly: "This evil spirit only picks on women, and she is still a young woman who is pregnant. If someone else obstructs her, they will be torn apart without exception. To the extreme. Just in case, I will apply two more spells and bury it in the back of Xuankun Mountain, and tell your two juniors to stay away from it for a while."

Feng Chiling hesitated for a moment, pondered for a while, and finally said calmly: "The way of heaven is unpredictable, and the world is impermanent. This is not a long-term solution. Master, why not entrust it to me, I will definitely do my best." can completely kill it.”

Those who can steal the soul-devouring Gu are definitely not ordinary people. If they are not strong in cultivation, how can they escape the eyes of the Purple Nightmare King and steal it without anyone noticing.

The time when Luo Xiao went down the mountain this time was relatively close to the time when the Purple Nightmare King reported the matter, and the evil spirit in the magic sealing box was most likely the one who stole the soul-eating Gu.

Why not take this opportunity to make some arrangements and explore the reality.

But Luo Xiao would not give him this chance, and said solemnly: "You don't come here, according to my guess, after seeing you, the things inside either want to kill you or come to compliment you. Regardless of the latter, in case it is the former , I don’t want to see Xuankun Mountain being devastated by you.”

The branches on both sides are lush and lush, and the stream in the mountain is flowing.

Jing Wuyou stood beside the wooden house, holding the wooden sword in his hand, looking at Luo Xiao and Feng Chiling from a distance, seeing the two walking slowly from far to near, he bowed his head slightly, and respectfully said: "Master Respect, big brother."

Feng Chiling said: "Wake up so early?"

Jing Wuyou pursed his lips, nodded and said, "En."

Feng Chiling said: "Don't tell me the reason?"

Jing Wuyou paused, and said in a low voice: "I'm not very sleepy, so I thought about practicing for a while."

Feng Chiling said: "I will believe your nonsense."

Jing Wuyou: "..."

Luo Xiao's eyes were focused on the sword in Jing Wuyou's hand for a moment, then she turned her head and asked Feng Chiling, "Have you taught him the sword technique?"

Feng Chiling's tone of voice changed faster than turning the pages of a book, and she replied with a smile: "It's just a little bit."

Luo Xiao glanced at him and then turned to look at Jing Wuyou, and after Jing Wuyou met his eyes, he lowered his head expressionlessly, and quietly hid the hand holding the hilt behind him.

Feng Chiling sneered and said: "Master, why don't you go back to your room to rest for a while, that trash Shangguanyu should still be sleeping, why don't I wake him up from the bed and ask him to pour you a cup of tea?"

Luo Xiao brushed off his sleeves, and said, "No need, let him sleep for a while, I'll go to the back mountain to deal with it first, and I'll be back later."

Feng Chiling said cheerfully, "Go slowly."

Luo Xiao glanced at him meaningfully, shook her head with a smile, and walked up the back hill.

One wave is flat, now it's time for the next wave.

I only hoped that Feng Chiling lowered her head slightly, stood condescendingly in front of Jing Wuyou, and said coldly, "You came out with me?"

Jing Wuyou shook his head violently, and said nothing, after a while he said tremblingly: "I just don't understand what Elder Brother wants to do when he wakes up in the morning."

He went out before because he didn't want to disturb the two of them, so he walked lightly, but he thought that they were just two little kids, so he didn't cover it up deliberately, but it was enough to hide the truth from ordinary monks with a little foundation.

How did he know that this brat's sense of hearing is very sensitive.

Feng Chiling was aware of this and deliberately spotted him, and suddenly noticed a layer of bluish-gray under his charming willow eyes.

The superficial layer seemed to exist, seemed to be absent, looming, and Feng Chiling had probably guessed it, so he taught with his hands behind his back: "Last night I slept too late."

Jing Wuyou had a ghost in his heart, he didn't dare to look up at him, he just nodded his head.

Feng Chiling said quietly: "How long did you practice last night?"

Jing Wuyou thought for a while, then murmured: "Hai Shi."

Feng Chiling: "It's a lie."

Jing Wuyou said again: "Chou Shi."

Feng Chiling: "Spread out your palms."

After Jing Wuyou's body shook for a while, he didn't move.

Feng Chiling paused word by word: "Don't make me repeat it a second time."

What does it mean to be able to kill with momentum, Jing Wuyou's heart was already twitching in a mess, after licking his dry lips, he closed his eyes tightly, and spread out his palms as if facing the punishment of heaven.

There were streaks of bright red blood marks on the white and tender palms, and a lot of skin was worn out on the joints.

It is obviously expounding the scars left by a pair of hands that were originally pampered due to first contact and excessive practice in a short period of time.

It's really healed, the scars forget the pain.

Feng Chiling waved open Jing Wuyou's wooden sword, grabbed his wrist and dragged him to her room without saying a word.

Bone-piercing coldness came from the wrist, as if a piece of thousand-year-old ice had pinched him tightly, and Jing Wuyou frowned in the cold, and blurted out after a "hiss": "It's so cold." .”

Feng Chiling rudely dragged him in as if she hadn't heard, and pressed his hands on his shoulders abruptly. Jing Wuyou staggered and sat on the wooden chair. Looking up, there was a green and red The mask is imminent, and the voice is cold and snowy, just hear him say: "Smelly brat, don't pretend to me, what are you practicing like this? Do you want Master to think that I abused you? Bullied you? Forced you to practice? Do you think he can do it? Preferring to you or to me? I advise you to stop thinking about it in the future, otherwise, I have plenty of ways to torment you. "

Jing Wuyou was taken aback for a moment, and said blankly, "I'm not..."

He didn't say a few words just now, and there was a "snap", the sound of the jade object hitting the table made his neck shrink suddenly, Feng Chiling leisurely opened the lid of the blue medicine bottle, and said angrily: "Take it with your hands." come out!"

Jing Wuyou stared at the medicine bottle in a daze for another moment, and then involuntarily glanced at Feng Chiling after he finished the daze.

Feng Chiling sternly said, "What are you looking at!?"

Jing Wuyou was aggrieved, and in his heart he slandered why this person was so moody, and asked in a low voice, "What are you doing?"

Feng Chiling rascally said: "What are you doing? Do I need to explain to you what I want to do?"

Jing Wuyou was determined, turned his head away stubbornly and said: "Then I won't listen to you."

Ouch, this kid's bones are hard.

After finishing speaking, he lowered his head and added: "I obviously didn't think that way, but it would be too hurtful for senior brother to say this."

Feng Chiling's tone became cold again, and said: "It's none of my business whether I hurt you or not, take out your hand."

Jing Wuyou stood up and said, "Brother, you don't have to do it yourself, I can do it myself..."

He thought that Feng Chiling told him to spread out his palms to slap him, but he didn't know that when he stood up and took a step to the side, Feng Chiling pushed him back again, and then he saw him pull out his palm without saying a word , Sullenly said: "They all look like ghosts, how can I explain it when the master sees it, do you really want to take my word for it if you don't take the medicine now!?"