What kind of monster are you on the mere background board

Because Xiao Yi ordered him to take care of Zhuang Qiu, Qinghong didn't leave for a while.

Zhuang Qiu needs the aura of heaven and earth to recover, and the aura in his residence is not very strong, so he came out of the room and went to the top of the mountain to practice.

There are only four people on Wanjian Cave, Ji Qingning doesn't like to come to the top of the mountain to practice, and Lu Xuan doesn't practice, so the top of the mountain is almost Zhuang Qiu's territory alone.

It's just that there will be an extra light.

Zhuang Qiu meditated and practiced, Qinghong was really bored, he stared at Zhuang Qiu for a while, and played tricks on the flowers on the top of the mountain for a while.

Zhuang Qiu circulated the Great Zhoutian twice, and finally smoothed out the aura in his body. When he opened his eyes, his breath changed slightly.

Qinghong exclaimed: "You have already entered Huashen with one foot. Except for Shenyin, you are the fastest to enter Huashen in Wanjian Cave."

"It's just a fluke." Zhuang Qiu was as humble as ever.

Qinghong suddenly leaned over and tilted his head and said: "I always feel that you know more about the Qingcheng faction than us."

Zhuang Qiu's heart skipped a beat, but he said without any flaws on his face, "I've never been down the mountain before. This is the first time I went to Qingcheng. How can I know more than others?"

"Yeah, that's why I'm also very surprised. You're not familiar with Qingcheng, and you don't know anyone from the Qingcheng faction. It's the first time you've gone down the mountain in these years. It stands to reason that you don't know anything, but why do you always It gave me a feeling that I was sure of winning, if it wasn't for Zhao Dengke who was the mastermind, I would even suspect you."

Being stared at by Qinghong made Zhuang Qiu very guilty. If Qinghong really knew that he had the script in his hand, he would be judged.

Who would want to believe that a person's fate is determined long ago, no matter how hard they try on these background boards, there is no way to get the luck of the protagonist.

At that time, the world of comprehension will be in chaos.

"Ziqiu, your heart beats really fast." Qinghong walked away a little distance, looking at him with a half-smile.

"Although Master Uncle is much older than me, he is still a beauty after all. Isn't it normal that my heart beats faster when you are so close to me?"

Qinghong had a meaningful smile on his face.

Then she raised eyebrows at Zhuang Qiu and said, "Come to the uncle's room tonight, the uncle will let you cut down your practice by 50 years, and go directly to the state of transformation."

"Uncle, I still like to keep my feet on the ground."

"Look, you're not interested in women, and you're talking about your heart beating faster."

Qinghong shrugged his shoulders, indicating that what he said was correct, and then said seriously: "Ziqiu, Uncle Shi doesn't want to go into the details, everyone has secrets, but I hope you know, even if you know something, you can't base it on what you know. To determine the murderer by conjecture, only evidence can be convincing, even if your starting point is to help us solve the problem faster, but when you choose a shortcut and try to go directly to the other shore, your result will not stand up to scrutiny."

Looking into Qinghong's eyes, Zhuang Qiu always felt that Qinghong should know.

There is no way to enhance the sense of smell at all.

Ji Qingning saw it, and so did Qinghong.

The little lies fabricated in a short period of time were actually full of loopholes, but Qinghong believed in his judgment, so he didn't say anything.

Zhuang Qiu recalled that since he first joined the Qingcheng School, Uncle Qinghong had been saying that there was something wrong with Zhao Dengke.

Has she noticed something is wrong since then?

Zhuang Qiu laughed at himself, thinking that he was the one who knew the truth and was superior to others. In fact, he was deceived by the plot, and instead he did not see the real truth.

Qinghong rubbed Zhuang Qiu's head and said: "Okay, the past is over, you should let go of your entanglements and regrets earlier, and look forward, good days are waiting for you."

Zhuang Qiu smiled wryly.

It might be useful if Uncle Qinghong said this earlier, but now, it's too late.

Zhuang Qiu had already made a choice.

After sending Qinghong away, Zhuang Qiu retreated for a while.

He stabilized his cultivation and healed his injuries. Xiao Yi had already cleaned up all his injuries and cured the poison for him, so Zhuang Qiu's body was fine now.

Except for the sea of ​​consciousness.

He didn't dare to touch his own sea of ​​consciousness.

He knew that there was definitely something wrong with his previous situation, maybe... he had a demon, but he didn't want the demon to disappear, even when he missed Ji Qingning, he needed the demon to suppress himself.

Zhuang Qiu thought happily in bitterness, whether he made the best use of everything, even the demons in his heart.

In most cases, Zhuang Qiu is very sober, and he also knows what he is doing.

But occasionally when the sea of ​​consciousness is chaotic, he will develop hostility, and then have some uncontrollable thoughts. Even though he knows that it is the work of demons, he can't control it.

The injury has completely healed, and his cultivation has reached the Nascent Soul Consummation, and he is only one chance away from being promoted to the stage of transforming gods.

Zhuang Qiu started his plan.

A plan planned from the moment he was born as a demon.

……

Because no one comes to Wanjian Cave on weekdays, it is extraordinarily quiet. There is a medicine pool in Wanjian Cave, which is used by Shenyin to heal wounds, but other people can use it too. Shenyin does not treat her own things like that. care.

At this moment, there is a person lying in the medicine pool, he is as gentle as the bright moon in the mountain stream, when he is soaking in the pool, leaning against the side, looking up at the sky, it is as beautiful as a painting.

The appearance of Zhuang Qiu broke the picture, he walked to Ji Qingning's side step by step, and then squatted down.

Ji Qingning pretended not to see him, and continued to soak in her medicinal bath.

But Zhuang Qiu looked at him persistently.

Ji Qingning was stared at for a long time, and his earlobes gradually turned red. He turned his head angrily and said, "What do you want to do?"

"I want to talk to my brother."

"I have nothing to say to you."

Zhuang Qiu also got out of the medicine pool, leaning against Ji Qingning, leaning on the side of the pool with his elbows, resting his chin, looking at Ji Qingning leisurely.

Ji Qingning felt that Zhuang Qiu was a bit different, but he couldn't say what was the specific difference, probably because his smile was brighter, but there was nothing to make people laugh, so it looked weird.

"But I really want to talk to my junior brother. Senior brother heard something by chance, and I don't know if it's true or not, so I'm here to ask my junior brother for verification."

"I don't care what your business is, can you stay away from me?" Ji Qingning was about to push Zhuang Qiu away, but Zhuang Qiu held her hand.

Ji Qingning quickly wanted to withdraw his hand, but he didn't move, his arm slipped through Zhuang Qiu's hand, and he finally grabbed it.

"Junior Brother's leg is not born with a disease, is it?"

Ji Qingning's pupils shrank suddenly, but he held on, but said calmly: "It's not just a natural disease, what else can it be."

Zhuang Qiu didn't answer him, but slowly intertwined with Ji Qingning's fingers, muttering: "Look, it's actually very simple, what are you hesitating about?"