Bai Yueguang, who became a boss after escaping from death

Outside the door of the inner hall, a figure dressed in dark blue hesitated until a voice came from inside the door: "What are you doing in a daze?"

Gu Jingyu rolled his eyes in his heart, then took a deep breath, and stepped forward with his heart straight.

"Sect Master." He bowed his head in salute, raised his eyes slightly and saw a figure sitting cross-legged.

Qiu Zhaoye didn't wear a robe, but a blue and white long gown that hangs straight over the knees and hangs by the side of the couch.The slender phoenix eyes are slightly closed, and the fan-like eyelashes cast a shadow on the eyelids.

The temples are cut like a knife, and the eyebrows are like ink.A looming silver imprint on the forehead, like pine needles and lightning, is the symbol of Mahayana Tianzun.

This face haunts many people in the world, but it keeps people away thousands of miles away.

Hearing the voice of the person below, the slightly closed phoenix eyes slowly opened, revealing the eyes like a cold pool, looking at it makes people feel cold all over.

Sometimes Gu Jingyu felt that Qiu Zhaoye should be a spirit formed from ten thousand years of glacier, not only his appearance was cold, but also the surrounding air became cold together, once he got close to him, it was as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

"Come here." The voice was also cold.

Gu Jingyu paused, stepped forward according to his eyes, stood still in front of the steps and said, "I'm just a small guard disciple, I really don't dare to bother the suzerain."

Knowing that no one can change what Qiu Zhaoye decided, but he still wants to struggle to the death.

"This deity is not discussing with you."

Qiu Zhaoye originally put away his coercion, so Gu Jingyu was able to stand at the bottom of the steps with ease, but when he said this, he faintly released a wave of aura, even though the other party was extremely restrained, he still felt dizzy Dazed, almost unable to stand, a burst of tinnitus sounded in the brain.

He gritted his teeth and replied: "Yes." Then he barely walked to the side of the couch.

"sit."

He sat cross-legged on the couch obediently again, but he had scolded Qiu Zhaoye thousands of times in his heart.

The two sat facing each other, but only a short distance away, the light pine and cypress fragrance wafted to the tip of the nose, accompanied by the chill, just like being in the snow-capped mountains and forests, the verdant pine and cypress branches were covered with heavy snow, stretching as far as the eye could see. intersect.

Surrounded by the familiar atmosphere, Gu Jingyu was in a daze for a moment, as if he had returned to his previous life.

At that time, he also sat in front of Qiu Zhaoye like this, but being lazy, he always took advantage of Qiu Zhaoye's trance, and quietly swept the pine branch across the other's neck to tickle. Relentlessly called the sword out.

In the end, Master had to intervene to prevent the two from cutting off the mountain gate.

Gu Jingyu was lost in memories, until a ray of spiritual flow penetrated into his body out of thin air and swam domineeringly through his spiritual veins, making him tremble involuntarily.

In front of this domineering spiritual flow, the sluggish spiritual vein lost its helmet and unloaded its armor, as if it became unimpeded in an instant, and his own remaining spiritual flow was also captured by the foreign invaders, and finally retreated to the Purple Mansion, never daring to explore again. One point.

Since then, that spiritual flow has completely occupied Gu Jingyu's spiritual veins, and after wandering around for a few rounds, he began to explore the Zifu.

Gu Jingyu knew in his heart that he was indeed the number one suspect in Qiu Zhaoye's eyes because he was using the healing veins to test his cultivation.

He cautiously looked at the person in front of him, while clenching the hem of his clothes with both hands nervously.

I saw Qiu Zhaoye looking sideways slightly, and after finding out for a moment, the brows that were originally slightly furrowed relaxed again.

This meant that the other party hadn't detected the golden core in his body, Gu Jingyu was slightly relieved.

Fortunately, he has a good memory, and the high-level exercises he learned in his previous life are still clearly imprinted in his mind. Before coming here, he had quietly transferred the golden core in the Purple Mansion to the depths of the Sea of ​​Consciousness, and set a restriction.

But he didn't relax for a long time, and felt that spiritual flow changed direction again, attacking his sea of ​​consciousness.

He was slightly startled, and cursed in his heart: Good job Qiu Zhaoye!

But the spiritual flow wandered in the sea of ​​consciousness for a while, then stopped, and did not continue to explore.

I saw a trace of doubt in Qiu Zhaoye's eyes, and said coldly: "Why close the sea of ​​consciousness?"

An arc flashed in Gu Jingyu's eyes, but luckily he was prepared, so he said seriously: "The sea of ​​knowledge is as important as life to a monk, as far as the safety of the mind is concerned. This disciple once swore that he will only open the sea of ​​knowledge to the Taoist couple in this life. .”

Gu Jingyu can say that he has the ability to speak nonsense without changing his face.

"Oh?" There was suspicion in the voice.

It was really rare for him to hear the vague emotions in Qiu Zhaoye's calm voice.

Sensing the half-belief in the other party's eyes, his eyes moved slightly, and he said after a while: "If the suzerain insists on investigating, the disciples dare not refuse, and the only thing they can do is break the oath."

As he spoke, he added, "You can't teach the suzerain to be a disciple's Taoist companion."

He said this half-jokingly, but he heard the other party say coldly: "You are not timid."

He was stunned for a moment, then he realized that he quickly knelt down on the bed and said, "This disciple made a slip of his tongue, please be punished by the suzerain."

In his previous life, he was used to talking indiscriminately, but he accidentally blurted out, and he scolded himself in his heart.

He didn't hear the movement above, but he obviously felt the pressure increase, causing cold sweat to ooze from his forehead, his whole body was limp, and his consciousness gradually became blurred.

He told himself not to faint, once fainted, even if the Sea of ​​Consciousness is closed, Mahayana Heavenly Venerable can easily break in, then the other party will discover the restriction, how can a small foundation-building disciple set a high-level restriction?He couldn't explain it at all.

He bit the tip of his tongue cruelly, and the pain woke him up instantly.

At this moment, Qiu Zhaoye raised his eyebrows slightly in surprise, "Your spiritual consciousness is very powerful." He said with the pressure removed.

Once the pressure was removed, his tense muscles instantly relaxed. At the same time, his body softened, and he sat down, propped up on the ground with one hand, panting slightly.

"That's it."

A force lifted him up, he felt his heels go weak, and he was helped back to the couch by this force.

That's right, he sneered in his heart, the majestic Mahayana Heavenly Venerable, why bother with a junior.

"Thank you, Sect Master."

He knew in his heart that this test was over, and the tense nerves were completely relaxed at this moment, so he adjusted his posture and sat upright again.

His cross-legged posture is slightly different. Others often put their palms down and their five fingers slightly bent, hugging their knees, or according to the different exercise methods, their palms up and the back of their hands on their knees.

And Gu Jingyu always puts his wrists or the heels of his palms on his knees casually, with his five fingers hanging down slightly, and lightly taps the couch with his fingertips.

Before he was tense and sat cross-legged meticulously, now he relaxes and subconsciously resumes his habitual movements. This difference is so subtle that he can't even notice it.

With his eyes closed, he didn't see Qiu Zhaoye's gaze directly on his hand, staring at him for a long time and then sweeping across his face.

Feeling that the spiritual flow in his body had stagnated, he opened his eyes in doubt, and saw a pair of phoenix eyes staring at him unwaveringly.

He felt something was wrong, and glanced at himself suspiciously, but found nothing unusual.

Seeing the puzzlement in his eyes, Qiu Zhaoye looked at his hands again, and said quietly: "You remind me of an old friend."

As she spoke, she shifted her gaze to his face, as if observing his reaction.

He blinked, and the tension in his heart rose again, but he still maintained his superficial calm, and said nonchalantly, "I don't know which old friend of the suzerain? The disciple is so lucky."

He pretended to be relaxed, but murmured in his heart, what's wrong with him?

At the same time, he looked at Qiu Zhaoye, and then looked at himself, recalling that the other party's eyes fell on his hands before, and immediately discovered the difference. Could it be because of his habitual sitting posture?

He was thinking of taking his hands away, but he felt that this was trying to cover up, so he kept it so unembarrassed.

The other party stopped answering.

Seeing Qiu Zhaoye's eyes drooping slightly again, he thought he had been fooled, and calmly closed his eyes again.

But after a long time, the cold voice sounded again, "Have you ever heard of the name Gu Jingyu?"

He was startled, opened his eyes suddenly, and looked at the other party's cold eyes with some astonishment.

His heart beat fast in a panic, but was quickly suppressed by him.

He thought that he should not have revealed any flaws, and the other party should just answer his questions.He explained himself in this way.

He forced himself to be calm, nodded slightly, "I heard."

"How do you see him?"

He recalled the rumors he heard from the wine shop before, and thought that Qiu Zhaoye would want to hear himself scolding Gu Jingyu for his wickedness, and he deserved death.

He hesitated for a moment, and just as he made up his own words, he blurted out: "I heard that he died 30 years ago, before the disciple was born at that time, so I don't know much about it."

In fact, he has always had a question in his mind, since it is now 30 years later, why didn't Qiu Zhaoye soar according to the original plot?

According to the original book, the opponent should have successfully entered the Mahayana period after beheading the Demon Lord, and ascended through the catastrophe more than ten years later. At this point in time, the plot should have ended long ago.

No wonder he didn't remember that Qiu Zhaoye would have an inner hall disciple named Lin Shuyu, because everything that happened now was divorced from the original book.

"Everyone in the world speaks evil words to each other when they hear the name of the Demon Lord, but you can clean it up."

His thoughts were pulled back by the other party's voice, he made a mistake, didn't he just scold himself, why couldn't he scold him?But at this point, if you change your words again, you will look like a villain, so you can only bite the bullet and continue: "The ancients said that seeing is believing, and this disciple has never seen this person, let alone he used to be a member of my Wuji Sword Sect. It would be biased to make conclusions based on rumors.”

The other party didn't answer the call again.

He only felt that the spiritual flow in his body was running for a few weeks before withdrawing.

This time, it is considered that he has survived, he let out a sigh of relief, "The disciple thanked the suzerain."

He was about to stand up and retreat, when he heard Qiu Zhaoye say: "People say that he has an impure heart, and after losing his golden core, he turned to cultivating demons, and even angered his master to death. He has committed a heinous crime and deserves to be immortalized forever." .”

He paused for a moment, turned around and bowed his head in a posture of listening, but his heart had already set off a turbulent sea.

"Say," the other party's voice came from above, and he could feel a scorching gaze staring at him.

"Why did he cut the pill back then?"

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