Fuck you

There is not much difference from what Ming Yuegui saw last time in Lingxiao Palace. Qinghua still has loose and long hair, and his thin body is wrapped in a wide robe. With a small piece of black sword hilt, he slightly raised his head, and his clear eyebrows showed some unconcealable fatigue.

The disciples lined up respectfully in front of Qinghua, bowing once, bowing twice, bowing three times.

Just when Ning Qi was about to take out the tea that had been prepared, Qinghua said, "There's no need to be too polite, I'm just temporarily acting as Tianzun to teach you, there's no need to do it so formally."

He raised his hand and nodded casually among the crowd: "You, you, you and Mishu, you come in with me, and the rest of you wait outside for a while."

Qinghua behaves elegantly, without the strict and harsh faces of the masters in the clan, and seems to be easy to get along with.The students secretly breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that the long study time in the future would not be so hopeless.

Those who were named were the young masters at the head of the four clans, and they followed into the library in a daze. Qinghua walked silently in front, without any explanation, so they had to follow behind quietly, obediently. It's like wearing rabbit skin on your body.

No matter how it is in private, to outsiders, especially the elders, they tacitly maintain their respective images. Suffering is a minor issue, but losing face is a major issue. If it is not done well, it will cause the whole family to be laughed at, just like Bai Ze back then...

Qinghua stopped in front of a row of bookshelves, turned around, and tapped the third, fourth and fifth floors of the bookshelves with his right index finger: "I have sorted out some books for you to use, the third floor of the Ming family, the fourth floor of the Jiang family , on the fifth floor of the Ning family, Mi Shu is the only person in the Celestial Clan, and there are not many books to be used, I have already ordered someone to deliver the books to your room. You can count the rest and let them come in and take them back."

When Jiang Xuan heard that Bai Ze was on the third floor and Qingqiu's was on the fourth floor, he immediately became unhappy. Although such a comparison is meaningless, it doesn't mean much which one is on which floor. He just felt overwhelmed by Ming Chen: "Master Qinghua, I want to ask if there is any importance in the height of this bookshelf?"

He asked very reservedly, and his expression was as gentle and submissive as when he got off the car.However, Qinghua immediately understood what he wanted to ask, and frowned unobtrusively.

Although Qinghua cannot be said to be an old fox that has only lived for tens of thousands of years, he is not something that Jiang Xuan, who has no hair, can fool him. He looked at Jiang Xuan, and said softly: "The bookshelf is only used to store books, and there is no difference between height and distance. , it’s just easy.”

Jiang Xuan heard the disapproval in Qinghua's tone, and shut her mouth in embarrassment, two suspicious blushes floated on her snow-white face.

Mishu turned her eyes away disdainfully.

Ming Chen laughed coldly from the side.

Ning Yu also wanted to laugh, but Ning Qi saw the clue at the right time, stretched out his hand and pinched it vigorously, and Ning Yu innocently took a powerful vajra finger on his arm.

Qinghua didn't notice the turbulent undercurrent here, and after he finished speaking, he looked sideways at the bookshelf, making a final check to see if he missed anything.

He turned sideways, and the long sword with only the hilt exposed was completely displayed in front of several people. It was covered by a large robe before, and they could only see the long and thin hilt as cold as black jade, without any decorations. It was so far away that I couldn't tell what kind of sword it was.

At this time, the distance was only three steps away, and the original appearance of the sword was so clear that even a tiny crack in the middle of the scabbard was extremely clear.

The Zangshu Pavilion has a total of ten floors, and each floor is hollow around the walls. A long rotating staircase connects each floor to the roof.It is forbidden to volley in the sky, so the tenth floor is equivalent to a disguised punishment item for the disciples.

At this time, the skylight penetrated through the carved windows on each floor and formed countless brilliant thin beams of light, one of which hit Qinghua's feet, and the tail end of the long sword was exposed to the light beams. Two indistinct characters were engraved.

thing.

Tiny floating dust danced and danced among the bright and straight light beams, and the smooth scabbard as black as jet jade was like eyes suddenly revived in the sun, staring at several teenagers with cold and deep eyes. How smooth, sharp and ruthless the blade hidden in it is.

Ning Qi's heart began to beat wildly, and he couldn't help but squeeze his disciple Ling Xin tightly.

With such a scabbard and such engraved characters, it was hard not to remind him of that person and that sword.

He didn't dare to think about that person's name, and he didn't dare to think about why Emperor Qinghua carried such a sword... Maybe this sword didn't belong to that person, it just looked like it.

But this idea is obviously not convincing at all. A sword is not just a piece of clothing or jewelry. You can change it if you want, or throw it away if you don’t like it. In many cases, a sword will accompany you from birth to death, and the true god is no exception.

In this world, perhaps only that person's sword is this gloomy and cold black, and only that person would carve the word "thing" on the scabbard so casually and name it after it.

The crooked handwriting was ridiculous and clumsy, but every stroke seemed to be bloody, and Ning Qi even saw the scene of that day again through them.

The blood stained the clouds of the Nine Heavens Red, and the disgusting smell of blood could be smelled in the air even with breathing. The mother of the man was brought to the South Heaven Gate by several heavenly soldiers. A small piece of refined iron shackles.

Ning Qi shivered suddenly, not daring to let himself think about it anymore, he happened to go to Jiuchongtian to deliver something to Shaoshang that day, and witnessed this scene by accident.

He quickly stroked his arm, and breathed a sigh of relief as if he had shaken off some bad luck. When he tilted his head, he saw Ning Yuzheng and Jiang Xuan talking to each other, pointing to the sword at Qinghua's waist with disgust.

Mi Shu showed no expression, and Ming Chen didn't participate in the discussion, but just stared at the sword as if flying a knife, with a scary face.

Qinghua was holding a book and looking at something, Ning Qi patted Ming Chen's shoulder worriedly, Ming Chen was startled, looked up and saw Ning Qi, then stiffly pulled the corner of Feng Feng's smiling mouth, and lowered his head .

At this time, Qinghua turned around suddenly, and Jiang Xuan was raising half of his eyebrows and grinning. Before he could retract his expression, he was caught, so he sneezed with an exaggerated expression, as if he was choking on saliva.

"Go out and ask someone to come in and get the books." Qinghua said, "Don't take other books indiscriminately, many of them are not suitable for you, and reading them is not good for cultivation."

Several people saluted and bid farewell, Qinghua watched them leave, put his hand lightly on the hilt of the sword and tapped it up and down, stunned for a while, and then came back to his senses, the spirit that was in his eyes before seemed to be taken away by something Dry, bleakly covered with a layer of twilight melancholy.

He heard the echo of the footsteps of his disciples walking in lightly, and occasionally there were a few unrepressed exclamations.