When Long Aotian Dressed as a White Lotus

That night, Jiang Qihong didn't sleep until midnight.

His enthusiasm for learning and cultivation was stimulated to an unprecedented height after he arrived at Yuehua Peak.In addition to the high-intensity tasks arranged by Ling Xiao, there is also his strong rebellious psychology towards Ling Xiao, which comes from the childish and enthusiastic three views of the boy.

But today, he has another layer of emotions.

He felt that his junior brother Pei Huan was really pitiful.No matter whether it was the children of the surrounding families or the great power in the fairy world like Ling Xiao, they all looked down on his junior brother Pei Huan.

He still couldn't understand the meaning of Ling Xiao's reprimand, he just felt that this person was the most pitiful person in the world and shouldn't be treated like this.

He thought, he must become a strong man, a strong man completely different from someone like Ling Xiao, so that he can protect his junior.

So, on this day, Jiang Qihong practiced until late at night.

He desperately sensed the aura of the surrounding world.However, the so-called success on paper is superficial, even though Ling Xiao has already analyzed it thoroughly for him, when it comes time to practice it himself, it is even more difficult.If there is such an illusory thing as spiritual power, it does seem to surround him as if it does not exist, but it just cannot have any intersection with him.

At this moment, he felt a cold wind outside the window.

The sense of existence of this wind is too strong, and it seems to come straight in this direction of oneself.

Jiang Qihong thought belatedly, could it be that the sky outside the window is about to change, so the wind is blowing?

The next moment, the cold breath broke through the window and rushed towards him.

Carrying the breath of death, cold and bloody, and a strange, powerful breath of demonic cultivation.

Jiang Qihong fainted immediately.

The moment he fainted, a dark mist condensed into a solid body in front of him.

If Jiang Qihong was still awake at this time, he would definitely be so frightened that he passed out again.

The man in front of him had black hair tied high in a crown, completely revealing his deep and sharp face.He was wearing a dark-colored gown with wide sleeves and long swings, which made his pale skin unique to Moxiu more conspicuous.

His suffocatingly splendid face, with a gloomy expression, and a pair of dark red eyes stared straight at him.

This person is his long-lost senior brother.

Qin Jiangli looked down at him condescendingly, with a mocking smile on his cold lips.

He stepped forward slowly, pulled out his Zhan Xie, and laid it across the boy's neck.

Is this what his master accepted?

Apart from fair aptitude, I really can't find any advantages.Presumably his master was also frightened by such a monster messed up by the heavens, killed himself, and accepted such a useless disciple who valued his safety.

Why should I do what he wants.

Qin Jiangli sneered, and pushed his sword forward steadily, the hair-cutting blade almost stuck to the boy's neck who didn't realize it.

You don't want me, that's all.That being the case, I will make it impossible for you to accept anyone. In the end, you can only keep me as a disciple.

When he was in Hades Palace just now, there was only one thought in his mind - no matter who his master accepted, he would kill that person.

He lowered his eyes, looked at the kid on the ground with contempt, hatred, and crazy eyes.

Then, he put away the blade, and squatted down that slender and noble body.

With the sword in hand, it is far from enough.He wanted to kill this kid with his own hands.

He wrapped his hand around the boy's throat, then squeezed his neck with one hand, and lifted him straight up.

He didn't use his magic breath at all, relying solely on the strength of his arm, he slowly tightened his fingers, feeling the feeling of this fragile life passing by his fingertips.

Finally, he smiled happily.

How could anyone dare to compete with him for his master's honor?No matter who it is, don't expect a good end.

The veins on the back of his hand popped out.

It's almost over.he thought.I don't know how everyone will feel when they see such a little monk killed by the demon cultivator tomorrow.And what would his master think?

Thinking in this way, he sneered and turned sideways, through the window, subconsciously looked in the direction of Ling Xiao's residence.

Through the half-opened windows, a warm yellow light overflowed from the distant windows.Under the light, a tall and straight figure sat quietly in front of the window, holding a book in his hand.

This quiet and warm scene suddenly crashed into Qin Jiangli's cold and crazy eyes.

The next moment, his hand seemed to be scalded, and he threw Jiang Qihong to the ground heavily.Jiang Qihong's body touched the table on one side, and there was a sound of heavy objects colliding.

Just now, Qin Jiangli deliberately blocked his magic breath within a few feet.People in his realm, as long as they don't want people to find out, no one will be able to find out, so Ling Xiao has never been aware of his existence.

However, the sudden collision sound caught Ling Xiao's attention.

The next moment, Ling Xiao, who was in silhouette in the window over there, put down his book, opened the window and took a look here.

Qin Jiangli immediately hid his figure.

Ling Xiao pushed open the window and looked, but didn't see anything. He seemed to think that this slovenly child had knocked over something, and he didn't care about it, so he closed the window again.

Qin Jiangli didn't realize until Ling Xiao's side returned to calm——

What were you doing just now?

He was full of jealousy and hatred, and his dark emotions reached an extreme, so he couldn't control himself and rushed here.

He wanted to kill Ling Xiao's apprentice, and wanted to make Ling Xiao as miserable as himself.However, he just glanced at Ling Xiao through the window, and his heart was filled with warm memories.

Only then did he realize that he didn't want to make Ling Xiao sad at all. Even if he had to bear all the pain, he didn't want to hurt his master in the slightest.

He himself was too poisoned.

So, a Demon Lord, like a child who was caught doing something bad, let go of the murder halfway through the murder, and even hid in embarrassment.

He looked down at Jiang Qihong who was on the ground.

Jiang Qihong's neck was bruised and purple, and there was a clear finger mark.

He raised his hand, and Jiang Qihong flew up from the ground, and he threw him rudely on the couch.The next moment, as soon as he raised his hand, the marks on Jiang Qihong's neck disappeared.

However, only the superficial traces were gone, and the inner wounds were still left by Qin Jiangli.

He didn't expect that he originally thought that the identity of Ling Xiao's apprentice was the life-saving talisman for this poor boy, but he didn't expect it to be his life-saving talisman.Since I can't kill him, I will give him some trouble and let him be more honest.

The next moment, he raised his head again, and looked at Ling Xiao over the window through the window.

The candle was flickering, and the man was as beautiful as a painting.

This was the source of all his joy and pain, and the only reason he survived all the terror and pain.

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In the early morning of the second day, Jiang Qihong woke up.

He felt that his head was a little dazed, his head hurt a little, and his waist felt like he had bumped into something, with a dull pain.

The strangest thing was his neck, which hurt from flesh to throat.

According to his childhood experience, this is a precursor to catching a cold.

However, he has never been sick since he was three years old, let alone such a serious illness.For the first time, his throat hurt like his neck was going to break.

He tried desperately to recall yesterday's experience.

He vaguely remembered that he seemed to be cultivating, and felt a gust of cool wind blowing over him, and then he fell asleep inexplicably.When he woke up again this morning, he found that he hadn't changed his clothes and hadn't covered his quilt, so he had just slept on the couch all night.

The simple Jiang Qihong coughed twice and came to a conclusion.

It must be the cold wind yesterday that made me sick.he thought.It was quite serious, my throat was so sore, as if someone had strangled it.

So, in the early morning of this day, even when he visited Ling Xiao, his voice was hoarse.

"What's wrong with your throat?" Ling Xiao asked.

Jiang Qihong replied: "Back to Master, this disciple slept without a quilt last night and caught a cold."

Ling Xiao hummed, and asked again: "What happened to you last night? Such a big commotion, did you mess up and knock something over?"

Now, Jiang Qihong was at a loss.

At this moment, he thought of his aching waist.

Could it be sleepwalking?

This... This is too embarrassing.

Jiang Qihong was unwilling to admit that he was sleepwalking.He said seriously: "I'm sorry, Master, I was going to drink tea last night, but I accidentally knocked over the table."

Ling Xiao nodded: "Well, be careful next time."

However, he still had some doubts in his heart.

Because last night, I also held a book and fell asleep inexplicably.

He is a cultivator, he doesn't need sleep at all, and he rarely gets sleepy.When he was reading and practicing, he was always the most energetic.

And after he fell asleep, he seemed to have had a dream, dreaming that Qin Jiangli was talking to him.But Qin Jiangli's voice was so small and indistinct that he couldn't hear what the other party was saying at all.

The seeds of doubt were planted in Ling Xiao's heart.

However, he naturally did not expect that last night, he did not dream of Qin Jiangli.

But Qin Jiangli couldn't control his steps approaching him, so he used the magic breath to seal off his meridians and spiritual consciousness, making him pass out in his cave.

Then, the disciple who hadn't appeared for five years cautiously approached his cave, full of longing, resentment and self-loathing.

He didn't dare to move Ling Xiao's body, so he stood beside the chair, carefully, piously, and with complicated emotions, he carefully pushed Ling Xiao into his arms, and stood there overnight.

Those who climbed out of the darkness and enjoyed the gift of light returned to the darkness, as if they had been poisoned, crazily yearning for the bright and warm feeling.

Therefore, he could only use this despicable method to pull the light source into the darkness and obtain a moment of salvation.

The beast curled up in the darkness finally got what he wanted and touched the light in his heart - even though he deeply felt that this light loathed him to the bone.

On the second day, when the sky turned white, General Qin left.

Before leaving, he said that all his love and hatred were temporarily intertwined into a kiss, he bent down, and carefully landed on Ling Xiao's hair.

Before the beast hid back into the darkness, it turned all the hatred into tenderness, and returned it to the unaware light.

Of course, Ling Xiao didn't know anything about this.