After the scumbag awakens

What caught the eye was a pair of ink painting.

The color is light and elegant, with only a few strokes, but it is extremely glamorous on the paper.

This is a book of dual practice exercises.

Qi Ran raised his eyebrows and raised his eyes to look at Xie Liang.

Xie Liang didn't dodge or evade, received the look, and even smiled at him.

Qi Ran stared at him calmly for a few moments, lowered his head and closed the scroll, "Is this your method?"

Xie Liang's eyes moved slightly, he smiled at him, and looked at him without any shyness, "This is the best way now."

After hearing this, Qi Ran smiled slightly.

The corners of his mouth curled up, and his light-colored lips lifted slightly, "Did you know that Xie Chen also said the same thing to me."

The smile on Xie Liang's face froze slightly, and gradually faded away under Qi Ran's gaze.

When he smiled, his brows were crooked, he was a handsome young man, showing only half of his face was enough for people to ignore the white jade mask, but when he suppressed his smile, it added a lot of cold silence with a cold blade out of its sheath.

That is... an indescribable similarity to Xie Chen.

With a thought in his mind, Qi Ran suddenly reached out to caress his face.

Xie Liang looked at him in astonishment, his thoughts were disturbed by Wei Liang's fingertips, before he had time to think about the deep meaning behind Qi Ran's actions, he was caught off guard and the mask was taken off his face.

And behind the white jade cover——

It was a face that was roughly similar to Xie Chen's.

Looking at this face, Qi Ran felt a feeling in his heart.

He placed the white jade mask in his hand on the stone table casually, lowered his eyes and asked him leisurely: "You hate this face?"

The seemingly questionable tone, but with a well-thought-out plan.

Xie Liang lowered his head and didn't speak for a while.

The wind brushed against his cheeks, causing a few strands of black hair to fall down, covering his expression.

But there was a bit of bewilderment in his eyes.

It can be called embarrassing.

Qi Ran allowed the silence to spread, took a sip from his teacup and said, "Hate the house and the crow."

Xie Liang smiled silently, "I really hate it."

As he spoke, he raised his head slowly, the only pair of Ruifeng eyes that couldn't find any resemblance to Xie Chen looked at Qi Ran, there seemed to be an undercurrent surging under the gentle and peaceful surface.

"That's why I hate this face."

"No", Qi Ran shook his head, "I'm not talking about you."

Xie Liang was taken aback.

"I hate this face too." Qi Ran's eyes were profoundly indifferent, he didn't see the faint light in Xie Liang's eyes, but maybe he saw it, but he didn't pay any attention to it.

He put down the teacup between his fingers, then raised his eyes to look at the young man whose expression was gradually pale, and said without any hesitation, "So Xie Liang, I won't be with you—"

A sudden loud noise interrupted him.

Qi Ran's face froze, and he glanced at the place where the loud noise came from, then hurriedly stood up, and his figure disappeared in a flash.

Xie Liang was left in place.

**

The peak soaring into the clouds, the wind howled past.

Most of the maple forest collapsed and was swept back and forth by the demonic energy floating in the air. The flat land was covered with broken stones and messy and charred grass and trees.

Rong Zhou collapsed on the boulder dying.

His face was like gold paper, his body was covered with wounds, his white Taoist robe was torn and soaked in blood, but he still stubbornly supported his body with his arms, without showing any timidity, and looked fiercely at the other party.

Su Zhi sneered, and pulled out the sharp knife stuck in his chest with his backhand, "I really underestimated you!"

He waved his hand violently, and the sharp dagger wailed, stained with thick black devilish energy, and shot towards Rong Zhou.

"Keng!"

The gold and stone collided, and the dagger fell to the ground.

In front of Rong Zhou, a white figure slowly appeared.

"Master!" Rong Zhou exclaimed in surprise.

Looking at the scars all over the young man's body, Qi Ran could barely hold his breath, but his eyes were still lit up because of his appearance, and he rarely wanted to sigh, "How did you get hurt like this?"

As he spoke, his fingertips moved slightly, and a few flashes of spiritual light flashed quickly, dispelling the remaining devilish energy on the young man's wound.

Rong Zhou's eyes seemed to be shattered into stars, and they became brighter and brighter.

Trembling, he propped himself up on his elbows, wanting to grab the hem of Qi Ran's clothes.

But in the blink of an eye, he saw his blood-stained palm again, the boy hesitated for a moment, but he didn't dare to touch it after all.

Qi Ran sighed, leaned down slightly, and stretched out his hand towards him.

Rong Zhou hesitated, hesitated, and called "Master" softly.

Qi Ran looked at him, his eyelashes drooping slightly, as a response.

Rong Zhou sniffed, wiped away tears with the back of his hand, and smiled brightly at him.

He gathered the last bit of spiritual power in his body and pinched the dust removal formula, and then wiped it on his robe, and then carefully put Qi Ran's hand little by little.

But at this moment, a demonic energy suddenly struck.

Qi Ran lowered his face, flicked his sleeves and waved an invisible air current, which connected with the magic energy, making a dull collision sound.

He looked sideways coldly.

Su Zhi, dressed in black, stood a few feet away, with demonic energy forming in his hands, as if he was about to send down a thunderbolt at any moment.

He met Qi Ran's indifferent gaze, carelessly pulled the corners of his lips, and revealed a cold and malicious smile, "Master?"

"Is he worthy of calling you Master?"

Before he finished speaking, his figure suddenly flickered, and he appeared in front of Rong Zhou in an instant, and the sharp blade transformed from demonic energy stabbed straight at his heart.

"Zhihan" suddenly got out of its sheath, and blocked the magic blade with a bang.

Su Zhi's eyes were gloomy, watching Qi Ran's eyes darken, his men did not waver and hesitate, and stabbed at Rong Zhou again.

Qi Ran flipped his wrist, and pressed down the blade of the sword to disperse his devilish energy.

He raised his eyes coldly, "Su Zhi."

Su Zhi froze for a moment, and the demonic energy condensed in his hands suddenly dissipated.

He lost a lot of weight, and his original handsome face gradually showed sharp edges and corners, adding a bit of gloomy and sharp air, while those gloomy eyes were like a dark abyss, making people unpredictable and daunting.

But it was precisely such a pair of eyes that made countless demon cultivators dare not face them directly. When they looked at Qi Ran, there was only a bone-piercing pain left.

He was silent for a while, and finally asked: "Are you really accepting disciples?"

Qi Ran looked at him coldly, without speaking.

And that attitude says it all.

The light in Su Zhi's eyes dimmed, and he smiled wryly, "You clearly said that there will only be one disciple of me in this life."

Qi Ran stared at him calmly, her thin lips moved lightly, "You also said that you will never betray your master in this life."

"But they want to kill me!" Su Zhi growled at him in pain, "You know it! They want me dead!"

"........."

In the long silence, the two looked at each other.

Qi Ran's gaze was always indifferent, without any emotion, and he looked at him expressionlessly.

So Su Zhi's expression also gradually solidified, slowly cooling down.

at last.

He lowered his head and sneered.

"You want me dead too..."

Qi Ran closed his eyes and did not speak.

"It doesn't matter." Su Zhi raised his lips indifferently, and his blood-red eyes were gradually eroded by black air. "In this world, the strong are respected. Now that Master's cultivation is not as good as mine, what can he do to me?"

"I really can't do anything to you," Qi Ran looked at him flatly, "but Su Zhi—"

He paused, the dim light reflected in his eyes, and there seemed to be something swaying in those frozen eyes, and it disappeared silently, "Do you want to kill me again?"

Su Zhi was stunned.

The blackness in his eyes faded immediately, and he said in astonishment, "When will I—"

In the middle of speaking, his voice suddenly stopped.

Su Zhi looked at Qi Ran in white clothes, with an extremely complicated look on his face.

Qi Ran's tone was very light, "It seems that you have remembered."

Su Zhi opened his mouth, but couldn't make a sound.

He was silent for a long time, the light and shadow in his eyes flickering.

In the end, he clenched his fists and said in a very low voice: "But Master has tried to put me to death more than once..."

His throat was dry, "We're even."

"Do not."

Qi Ran shook his head lightly, but stopped talking, and instead clenched the long sword in his hand, pointing the sharp blade slowly at Su Zhi.

"I don't know the cold" let out a long cry in his hand.

Su Zhi lost his mind for a moment, then said in a hoarse voice, "I won't do anything to Master."

Qi Ran's face was dull, and his slightly cold voice sounded extremely unkind, "But I have no reason not to kill you."

Su Zhi smiled bitterly, but before he could speak, suddenly a tyrannical spiritual force swept over him.

"Qi Ran!"

A familiar voice approached from a distance.

Qi Ran frowned slightly, and looked sideways.

Xie Chen was wearing black clothes, and was striding towards him, but he paused after meeting his cold gaze, and then stopped five steps away.

He lost a lot of weight, and his already cold face looked even colder and more stern, but the softness in his eyes subdued the coldness on his body.

Looking at Qi Ran's face, he subconsciously lowered his voice, as if he was afraid of accidentally breaking something, "The magic army broke through the five gates."

Qi Ran frowned, and the eyes that fell on Su Zhi suddenly turned cold.

After the cathode gate was destroyed, he and Xie Liang re-arranged the sect protection array for the twelve gates. Even if Su Zhi came personally, it should not be able to break through so quickly.

Xie Chen saw his doubts, and said succinctly: "The magic army used the non-bottleneck skills to lure some of the disciples to rebel, and the inside and the outside cooperated to open a large formation, so... almost no one survived."

Qi Ran's brows became more and more furrowed, but Su Zhi's eyes turned red the moment he saw Xie Chen, he quietly disappeared, and stabbed him from behind.

"Keng!"

The Kunwu sword trembled, and the scabbard met the blood-red sharp blade, gradually surrounded by demon energy.

But the scabbard that can restrain the killing sword is no one.

Su Zhi couldn't take a single blow, his figure was exposed, and he had already lost the opportunity, but he couldn't calm down at all, turned his wrist, and the Wusheng sword slashed down again.

Kunwu's scabbard blocked it again.

Kunwu, who was held in the sheath, made a faint buzzing sound.

But Xie Chen didn't draw his sword.

Su Zhi stared at him steadfastly, bloody and murderous intent appeared in his gloomy eyes, intertwined with the bewitching red light on the Wusheng Sword, with a menacing aura, "Stay away from him!"

Xie Chen has always been restrained, usually like Kun Wu who is not out of the scabbard, with all his sharpness, but at this time he looked at Su Zhi with extremely cold eyes.

He held the hilt of Kunwu sword.

With a mournful sound of the sword, Kunwu unsheathed.

Endless blood and blood rushed to his face, accompanied by the intent of chilling.

Su Zhi was locked on by the sword intent, but he didn't have the slightest intention of retreating. The hatred on his face became more and more distorted, as if mixed with jealousy and resentment, and the long sword in his hand was ready to strike.

He gritted his teeth and drank in a low voice: "You don't deserve Master's favor at all!"

Xie Chen sneered, "It's a joke!"

"What right do you have to say that?"

The author says:

Thanks to the little angel who threw mines: ting belongs to the professor, 1 ashes;

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: garbage JJ eats a bottle of jujube pills;

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