When Long Aotian Dressed as a White Lotus

The man in front of him smiled obscenely.

He was still a little bit afraid of Ling Xiao at first, and tried his words to see what kind of person he was.After all, I and a few friends I just met are only at the level of foundation building.

Unexpectedly, he wanted to pinch the opponent's chin tentatively, but he drew out his sword.

The blade of the sword was shining with a cold light and flowing with silver light. It was a top-notch sword. He had never seen such a good sword.It must not be the top of the big family, so it is impossible to get such a sword.

But on the sword, there was no aura of spiritual power at all.

This is clearly a mortal holding a sword.

The few people around had never seen such a situation.The person in front of him, from the beginning to the end, was dignified and refined in every way, but even if he was irritated, there was no fluctuation of spiritual power in his body.

This time, several people are a little ready to move.

Such a beauty with no spiritual power, walking outside alone, is coveted everywhere.It must be a flower of Gaoling who is ignorant of the world, running away from the family alone, just as the chaos is not tight.

Thinking like this, several people gathered around one after another.

"Fairy, this sword is so heavy, don't take it." One of them leaned towards him and said with a smile. "Shall I get it for you?"

Ling Xiao gritted his teeth in his heart, and threw a talisman on this person the next moment.

Suddenly, like a surge of electricity, the person trembled all over his body, but after a breath, the current disappeared, and the person's feet were fixed on the ground.

Loose cultivators are all born out of mud and blood.

The man was stunned, then laughed: "Fairy, you are cold, but the talisman you use is gentle and tight, you can't bear to hurt brother, can you?"

Ling Xiao: "..." What Ling Yiyun gave me were all things.

It's fine for Ling Yiyun to be meek at ordinary times, but he didn't expect the refined talisman to be so gentle.Perhaps this person was born at the wrong time, he should go to his former Xuanzhu Continent, shave off his hair and become a Buddhist cultivator.

The few people around, even if you made fun of me with each other, they were all ready to move.

Listening to those frivolous words, Ling Xiao couldn't suppress the anger in his chest at all.But he seemed to be put on a pair of shackles, becoming a trapped beast, helpless against this group of people,

Over there, the man was in a hurry at first.It's a good thing that this little beauty doesn't have the slightest combat effectiveness, but now that there are more wolves and less meat, people can't let people get there first.He was so anxious that he held Ling Xiao's sword to pull him towards him, and reached out to touch Ling Xiao's face.

Ling Xiao raised his arm and blocked the man's hand.

The man took advantage of the situation and pinched Ling Xiao's wrist.

It's not as soft and boneless as I imagined, but it's not bad...

The next moment, several screams suddenly sounded.The guests who didn't dare to make a sound raised their eyes and looked over, and saw that the bodies of the disciples were all burning for some reason, crackling and burning.

It is said that people who practice Taoism are immune to water and fire, how could they...

Then, they saw a young man with a frosty face come in from the door.He raised his right hand, and in the palm of his hand was a ball of fire-type spiritual power rolling.

That outstanding and profound facial features are impressively the little follower of this fairy just now.

Those few people were suddenly burned so badly that they were about to roll around on the ground.The next moment, there was a spiritual force that bounced them all away, and with Ling Xiao as the center, a clean place with a radius of several feet was cleared.

Outside the clean ground, those few monks were rolling all over the ground, but the fire on their bodies seemed to be possessed by an evil spirit, and they couldn't get rid of it no matter what.

Just when Ling Xiao couldn't suppress his anger and ignored the system's danger notification, and was about to mobilize his spiritual power to kill someone, Qin Jiangli walked in.

Ling Xiao had never seen his disciple like this before, with violent emotions surging on his cold face.When he walked up to the leader, he summoned his spiritual energy, held the man on the spot and beat him hard, hitting his face with every punch, beating the man's face beyond recognition, and howling loudly .

Monks rarely hit people in this way.Immortal cultivators pay attention to being chic and elegant, but Qin Jiangli poured his spiritual power into his fists and beat him hard, like a fierce little wolf.

The next moment, the person who was dizzy from the beating heard a cold voice in his ear.

"Which hand did you touch him?"

The man was speechless.

Qin Jiangli asked: "The right hand, right?"

The next moment, without waiting for this person's confirmation, he stood up, drew out the sword Ling Xiao gave him, and swung the blade.Shengsheng chopped off the man's right hand.

Immediately, there was a wailing sound, and blood splattered everywhere.

Seeing his ruthless appearance, Ling Xiao was a little dazed for a moment.He himself never liked to see blood when killing people, and this was the first time he had seen such a blood-spattering style of attack.

He didn't know if it was because of the blood splashing, but he vaguely saw a red light in Qin Jiangli's eyes.

The next moment, Qin Jiangli turned around and looked at Ling Xiao.

The red light in the eyes disappeared immediately.Those dark eyes were still a bit docile - if the two drops of blood splashed on his face were ignored.

Only then did Qin Jiangli realize that he was so angry that he couldn't suppress the violence and darkness deep in his nerves, and was seen by his master.

He blinked, and said: "The disciple is late, please punish the master."

The atmosphere between the two was quiet for a moment, and suddenly, there was only the sound of wailing and the crackling of the flames roasting on the flesh, and there was still a faint smell of burnt.

Ling Xiao: "..."

Then, Qin Jiangli raised his hand with his usual expression, retracted his five fingers, and the flames disappeared immediately.

"I'm sorry, Master." Qin Jiangli bowed and saluted. "The disciple's spiritual power is not well controlled, and his hands are not serious, and the strikes are a little heavier."

The spectators around saw the monk convulsing and howling, who was so burned that his hands and feet could not move, and then looked at the monk whose face was broken and his hand was cut off, bleeding all over the ground. No one dared to speak for a while.

Ling Xiao glanced down at the blood stains on the ground and the people rolling all over the ground, rubbed his eyebrows, and said, "It's okay. But since you are a monk, don't fight like ordinary people. If you can kill, you can seal your throat with a sword. If you can't Killing will leave internal injuries, don't make a mess around and cause trouble for others."

While talking, he bypassed the blood on the ground, walked to the counter, and put two pieces of silver for the shopkeeper.

Qin Jiangli, who was following behind him, would never say that the fire he had drawn away with the spiritual power of the fire element just now could burn the flesh outside and the meridians inside, causing people to suffer from the pain of ten thousand ants eating their hearts.After listening to Ling Xiao's instruction, he obediently agreed.

The shopkeeper didn't dare to show his atmosphere, and thanked him a thousand times for taking the money.

"Have you found a place to live?" Ling Xiao asked.

Qin Jiangli shook his head and said: "Never before, the larger inns are all full."

As Ling Xiao was a man, he had nothing to defend against, and a cultivator didn't need to sleep on a bed.So he didn't say any more, hummed, took the key handed over by the shopkeeper, turned and went upstairs.

Qin Jiangli followed him up.

As soon as Qin Jiangli stepped up the stairs, he heard a person lying on the ground wailing and cursing: "What kind of master and apprentice... there must be some unclear relationship..."

The next moment, a crisp spiritual force flew out of Qin Jiangli's hand, directly piercing the man's throat, causing him to die immediately.

Qin Jiangli didn't turn his head back, and followed Ling Xiao upstairs as if nothing had happened.

The master just taught him that if he could kill, he sealed his throat with a sword.

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Ling Xiao walked back to the room and sat down, feeling a little depressed for a while.

Now that he can't use his spiritual power, he is like a useless person. When encountering problems, he still needs his apprentice to come forward to solve them for him.

He is used to being alone, and now this world seems to be dedicated to honing his arrogance.

He was upset, so he wanted to meditate and adjust his breath.But when he sat down on the couch, he remembered that he could not use his spiritual power.

This myriad calamity Gu... really wants to force people into a situation where there is no redemption.

Ling Xiao sat up a little discouraged.Then, he saw his disciple make another pot of spiritual tea and poured a cup by his hand.

"...Thank you." Ling Xiao said bluntly.

Qin Jiangli said: "Master, why bother to say thank you, it's what disciples should do."

Ling Xiao lowered his eyes, and saw that his hands were wet, he must have washed them just now.Just now when he was beating someone downstairs, blood dripped from his right fist.

Ling Xiao couldn't help but said another sentence: "In the future, you must never hit someone with your fist again—what's the point?"

Qin Jiangli responded politely.

For some reason, Ling Xiao didn't feel anything strange when he saw his well-behaved appearance before, but now he feels indescribably uncomfortable and depressed.

It was as if he had cut off the feathers of a young dragon and young phoenix, put them in chains, and forcibly domesticated them.

This recognition made Ling Xiao feel uncomfortable.He sighed silently, raised his hand and took a sip of tea, and said, "Go and meditate to adjust your breath. Even if you are outside, your cultivation should not be neglected."

Qin Jiangli responded, went to the side of the soft couch and sat down cross-legged, closed his eyes, and began to circulate his spiritual power.

Ling Xiao sat on one side and watched him for a while, then simply went to the bedside and got a book of landscape travel, and sat on the bed bored and flipped through it.

As a monk, it is really not easy to adapt to the life of ordinary people.

So for a while, no one spoke, and time flowed quietly and slowly in this space.

After Qin Jiangli finished one round of spiritual power, he opened his eyes. It was completely dark outside the window, and there was silence outside the window. It was already late at night.

There were no lights in the room, and it was pitch black.

Qin Jiangli got off the couch lightly, and lit the oil lamp on the table with spiritual power.

The next moment, the room lit up.

In his sight, Ling Xiao's book had fallen from his hand to his lap, leaning against the carved bed frame of the bed, and fell into a deep sleep.

His pair of eyelashes covered his eyes, which were always as cold as glass, in a thick and slender eyelashes.He breathed quietly, the panting sound was very shallow, in the flickering lights, it was like a painting.

He sat there quietly and fell asleep, but he attracted Qin Jiangli's soul there.

Qin Jiangli didn't know why, but his pupils suddenly darkened.

His mind told him not to do this, but his body was out of control.

Taking advantage of the darkness, he stood up, and approached Ling Xiao cautiously like a moth tending to the light.