Affectionate characters can't collapse [Quick wear]

Flying with the sword is as natural as a mortal walking and sleeping for a cultivator, and it is an instinct that is integrated into the bone.

Whoever said that he couldn't control his saber because he couldn't concentrate was making a bad joke.

But the young man behind him had a flat face, not even half joking.

Qin Gui fell silent.

The sword body supporting the two people trembled slightly, turning into a cold white light and flying towards the sect.

When standing on the solid ground of the main peak, Ji Xingyun's legs were soft.

He tried his best to maintain the composure of the chief disciple, but the staggering under his feet managed to break through his carefully disguised mask.

A faint crimson color floated on the young man's snow-white face, his eyes flickered a few times, and he wrinkled his nose slightly annoyed.

The calm demeanor that he pretended to be calm has disappeared without a trace at this moment.

A chuckle suppressed in his throat successfully made him angry from embarrassment!

The laughter was very low, as if the master had restrained it inadvertently.

There was no one around, except——

When Ji Xingyun looked suspiciously at Qin Gui, the other party looked over suspiciously, with a very innocent expression, as if he hadn't noticed his embarrassment at all.

Is there a ghost?

Who are you?Put on a show!

Ji Xingyun snorted softly in his heart, expressing his gratitude superficially.

"Thank you, Junior Brother Qin."

A touch of consciousness entered the storage bag on the wrist that turned into red silk.

Gui Yizong was very rich and powerful, and he was never stingy with the peerless genius who is rare in a thousand years. He sent all kinds of natural treasures and panacea to Ji Xingyun's small courtyard as if they didn't need money.

Even the storage bag is a high-grade spiritual weapon, which can resist the full blow of a monk who is distracted.

The spirit stones of the two mountains were piled in the middle, and the dazzling Huaguang almost blinded Ji Xingyun's eyes.In addition, there are countless magical treasures.

Fortunately, "Ji Xingyun" has the habit of sorting into different categories, and in a blink of an eye, he came to "Qin Gui" where the golden light kept shining.

After searching for a long time, he finally found a spiritual herb suitable for Qin Gui.

Ji Xingyun relaxed with satisfaction.

It takes a long time in the storage bag, but it is only a moment in reality.

Ji Xingyun took out a spiritual herb that was shining with cold moonlight: "Brother found this by chance a few days ago. It is very beneficial to the cultivation of the foundation period, and it is just a thank you gift."

Qin Gui raised his pretty brows and refused, "It's just a matter of raising your hands, senior brother don't need to take it to heart."

"This item is too precious, and my junior is ashamed to accept it."

The two pushed back and forth several times, but Qin Gui still refused to accept.

The two people chatting at the stop of the main peak are particularly conspicuous, and passers-by, whether they are just going out or returning, will look at them curiously.

Ji Xingyun was extremely famous in Guiyi School, almost to the point that everyone knew about it.

There is no particular reason, this person cultivates too fast, and has always been a disciple of other people. The inner disciples of the same class as him are all shrouded in the shadow of "genius".

Cultivation base is hanged and beaten by others, and the theory is not as good as others.

These disciples have extremely complicated feelings for Ji Xingyun, and they are full of envy, jealousy and hatred.

Now that I can see his good show, how can I not eat melons to watch it? If it is not afraid of being too blatant and making Ji Xingyun angry, some people even want to call their classmates to watch it together.

With more and more troublemakers around, Ji Xingyun became a little impatient.

Not wanting to become a joke of the sect with Qin Gui, Ji Xingyun relied on his high cultivation and directly drew a white screen of light with a spell, trapping Qin Gui and the spirit grass together in place.

Then he turned down his expression and glanced around casually, and the people he passed by like clouds and flowing water looked away with embarrassing expressions.

Ji Xingyun was pleased by the bewildered expressions of the audience.

The depression in his heart was swept away, and he bent his lips in a good mood.

He raised his eyes slightly, and smiled at the expressionless Qin Gui: "Junior brother, see you some other day."

When the young man's eyebrows and eyes were slightly curved, he looked a little childish and sly, and the stars in his eyes spread, and a faint gleam floated up, revealing an extraordinarily pure.

If the boy had a tail behind him, he should be standing up proudly at this moment.

Because a little thing has the upper hand, he can make him happy, like a proud peacock, he even forgets to control his expression, inadvertently revealing a bit of his own temperament, unusually naive and...cute.

Qin Gui's eyes darkened bit by bit, turning into a deeper dark golden color.

This person was quite different from what he remembered, like a figure outlined in ink and wash suddenly took on color, and a flat face suddenly became plump and full.

And the stiff puppet in memory——a different person.

The suspicion in my heart grew deeper and deeper.

Qin Gui stared at Ji Xingyun's receding back, his mind and soul were united, and his soul and flesh blended together.

No trace of seizure was seen.

Perhaps it was because he didn't know much about this senior brother that he had some weird discord.

Qin Gui looked back indifferently.

Since Ji Xingyun left, the people around saw that there was nothing to watch, and they almost dispersed.

Qin Guiwei raised his hand, and the spell that was supposed to last for a period of time was easily broken, emitting a small shimmer of light, and the snow-colored aura quickly dissipated in the air.

The man's eyes were deep and obscure, and it seemed that there were thousands of complicated emotions hidden.

The first thing Ji Xingyun did when he came back was to knock on the door of his master's room.

Chu Qianlan, the Supreme Elder of Guiyi Sect, is an unknown age, and his cultivation level is unpredictable. He is the most promising Mahayana practitioner in the entire cultivation world.

He lives in Xueling Peak, which is inaccessible to people, and devotes himself to retreat and cultivation, and never asks about world affairs.

Such a special ancestor hadn't accepted an apprentice for hundreds of years, but he broke his precept because of Ji Xingyun.

Ji Xingyun's mutated ice root is helpful to his practice, and every once in a while he will come to condense an ice pool for his master to help him practice.

Ji Xingyun felt that his master probably wanted to ascend to heaven and was stunned. With the assistance of such a little Golden Core cultivator, his cultivation level was not as high as he used to meditate.

Puzzled and confused, Ji Xingyun still firmly remembered the days of serving his master (the system specially reminded him). As soon as he returned to Xueling Peak, he rushed over non-stop, for fear that his old man would be impatient.

"Enter."

It was as cold as gravel hitting jade, and also like the sound of lingling ice water, which made people's hearts tremble unconsciously.

The snow-colored door quickly opened to both sides, revealing the spacious interior.

This room is also the color of ice and snow, and the low temperature makes the breath turn into bursts of white mist.

Under the smog, the ice pool covering an area of ​​tens of square meters came into view.

A man dressed in white was immersed in icy water.

His face was as cold as frost and snow, and when he looked over through the dense mist, he looked like a god without sorrow or joy.

The snow-colored long hair hangs down to the waist, and the narrow eyebrows and eyes are covered with a layer of frost.

Ji Xingyun involuntarily held his breath.

His master... so young!

People in the cultivation world are all good-looking and good-looking, but Ji Xingyun has never seen anyone who is ugly.

But it's rare to see someone who looks like his master. If he hadn't been lucky enough to meet him today, Ji Xingyun wouldn't have believed that there would really be someone as exquisite as a jade carving in this world.

Ji Xingyun stood aside respectfully, his eyes focused on the pure white ice at the corner of the pool, and he didn't dare to look too much.

"Master..."

"Xing Yun, come here."

Ji Xingyun: "..."

He lowered his brows and narrowed his eyes, his eyes were still focused on the ice floe, he was never curious when he shouldn't look at it, and he fully portrayed the appearance of a disciple who kept his duty.

Because he was too focused, he almost slipped and fell into the cold and bleak ice pool.

After he stood firmly by the pool, he put his hands in the pool water, and the too cold breath invaded the flesh and blood along the pores. In just one breath, Ji Xingyun felt the blood flow on half of his body slow down.

This ice pool is not only ice and water, but also various ice-attribute spirit herbs and medicines, and the white jade sticking on the pool wall are cold jade that monks from all walks of life are desperately trying to find.

Others will smoke if they own a small piece of ancestral grave, good guy, his master directly plastered the wall of tens of square meters all over.

He was so envious when he saw it, he wished he could take a piece off.

Ji Xingyun's inner thoughts were turning back and forth, but Ji Xingyun didn't show the slightest bit on his face. The too cold pool made his brows slightly frowned, and after a while, a light layer of frost formed on his slender eyelashes and hair hanging in front of him. The bright red lips lost their color.

The ice-attribute spiritual energy was continuously sent to the pool water along Ji Xingyun's fingertips. As time passed slowly, the cold air in the pool became more and more intense, and the fairy snow lotus sleeping at the bottom emerged from the water one after another, spreading out layers of ice. There are stacked petals, wisps of mist emerge from a little pistil.

Suddenly, the cold air condensed into frost and filled the air, like a fairyland surrounded by clouds and mist.

Ji Xingyun was very uncomfortable.

Although he is an ice spirit root, he is most afraid of the cold in his life.

The lack of spiritual energy made him unable to maintain the circulation of heat in his body, and he felt that his whole body was about to be frozen into an ice sculpture.

"Quiet God."

The cold words made Ji Xingyun suddenly wake up from the groggy state, and the inner mansion was so empty that he could no longer condense any spiritual energy.

The slumped head looked like a dejected kitten.

Ji Xingyun cautiously looked at the master with closed eyes and rested his mind, and said in a whisper: "Master, this disciple has no spiritual energy."

Chu Qianlan raised his calm eyes, filled with icy coldness, making it hard to see the depth.

I don't know which one is colder than a pool full of ice water.

"You go."

The indifferent tone seemed to be dismissing irrelevant people instead of facing his only little apprentice.

However, Ji Xingyun breathed a sigh of relief. It was exhausting for him to be in the same room with this frosty master. This cultivator who has lived for an unknown number of years, even if he did nothing, still has a strong sense of oppression.

After getting the permission to leave, I can't wait to turn around and run away.

He bowed his head respectfully and said, "Yes, Master."

Just as Ji Xingyun wanted to stand up, the half of his body close to the pool was already stiff and uncontrollable. He slipped and fell directly into the icy water, causing a huge splash.

When a few drops of ice water were about to hit Chu Qianlan, they seemed to encounter some kind of barrier and immediately evaporated into water vapor.

Driven by his desire to survive, Ji Xingyun, who fell into the ice pool, forcefully squeezed out a bit of aura, and barely surfaced.

The clothes soaked in water seemed to weigh a thousand kilograms, but he was getting farther and farther away from the edge of the pool after splashing in the water for a long time. Suddenly, a huge force hit him and easily lifted him back to the ground safely.

Ji Xingyun is like a cub whose fur has been wetted by water, with snow-white face and bluish lips, black hair and feathers dripping with ice water, and fine crow eyelashes sticking wetly to the eyelids, revealing a little lonely and thin On the wrist, the blue veins are like magnificent vines clinging and winding on it.

Weak, beautiful, but extremely fragile, like a spiritual flower and spiritual grass that has been intensively cultivated in a secret realm, it cannot withstand a little pressure.

As if he knew that he had caused trouble, the young man tremblingly raised his face, he didn't know whether it was cold or fear, a layer of water appeared in his eyes, and he looked even more pitiful.

With a trembling voice, he admitted his mistake in a low voice: "Master...Master, this disciple is wrong."

The author says:

感谢在2021-12-2613:10:31~2021-12-2712:48:49期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of smoke green mist white; 3 bottles of Zhizhi eating grapes;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!