Dedicated every day to make Master go crazy

When Qingli and Wangxiang opened their eyes in the realm of comprehension, Wangxiang was still a little immersed in the previous world and couldn't get out.

The two were still in the same room as before.

Today's weather is very good, Huangquan Valley is like spring all the year round, very warm.

The window on the side of the room was open, warm sunshine mixed with melodious birdsong slipped in through the window, there was a cool breeze blowing, and there seemed to be a fragrance of green grass in the air.

The memory of Wangxiang still stays in the snowy sky before Xie Jingtong's death in the last world, and now he suddenly arrives in such a warm and spring-like place full of vitality, and he still can't react.

The woman sat on the chair in a daze for a long time, until suddenly a cup of tea was placed in front of her, and she suddenly woke up.

The tea bowl placed in front of him was made of sapphire, without any patterns on it, and the pure sapphire looked very warm and moist.

White smoke curled up above the sapphire tea bowl, and the light tea fragrance filled the room.

The fingers resting on the sapphire tea bowl are as white as jade, slender and slender, but there is a thin layer of calluses between the fingers, which makes the hands look dangerous in addition to being beautiful.

Looking up along the bright red sleeves, it was Qingli's handsome and handsome face.

Qingli put the tea bowl down in front of Wangxiang, then reached out to take the cup in front of her, while drinking tea, she looked up at Wangxiang.

The man's long jet-black hair was neatly tied up by a jade crown. When he looked up, his pair of phoenix eyes and eyelashes were slightly narrowed. He was magnificent and at the same time astonishing: "I've been working hard to look at my hometown recently. While I'm still here Before entering the next world, I will give you three days off, you can go anywhere you want, and I will reimburse you for the spirit stones you used."

Wangxiang looked at Qingli in a trance, all his mind was still in the two small worlds before, and it took a long time to react.

Wang Xiang hurriedly waved his hands and said, "Don't dare, I have the Lingshi myself, I have it myself."

After speaking, he raised his head and observed Qingli carefully, seeing that his eyes were clear and did not seem to be joking with him, so he finally breathed a sigh of relief, said goodbye to Qingli and left in a hurry.

To be honest, although Qingli has been very gentle towards her these days, Wangxiang does not dare to make too much of a fuss because of Qingli's reputation as the owner of Huangquan Valley.

It's okay for a short time, but after a long time, there will inevitably be a feeling of suffocation that cannot be breathed.

Especially things about these two worlds...

Now that Qingli actually opened her mouth to give herself a vacation, Wangxiang couldn't be happier.

The female nun kept walking outside, as if she already had a clear destination in her heart.

Qing Li, who was left alone in the room, did not change his expression. The man slowly drank the tea in his cup, reckoning in his heart that Wangxiang's footsteps should be almost at the destination at this time, so he put down the tea bowl, stand up.

The man straightened his clothes and sleeves, stretched out his hands and twisted a formula.

In the next second, Qingli's figure instantly disappeared into the room.

Qingli, who was hidden, followed behind Wangxiang, watching the female cultivator quickly arrive at the bottom of a certain mountain gate without stopping.

Wangxiang informed the disciple on duty at the gate of his identity and entered the gate smoothly.

Qingli stopped and looked up.

Sure enough, it was Dingtianzong.

Qingli's gaze paused for a few seconds on the majestic and majestic plaque of the Dingtianzong's mountain gate, then she lowered her eyes and followed Wangxiang in without changing her expression.

It seems that this is not the first time Wangxiang has come to Dingtianzong. The female cultivator is obviously very familiar with the various routes of Dingtianzong, and she walks without hesitation.

Qingli followed her, and met many disciples of Dingtianzong along the way, but he had a high level of cultivation, no one could realize that there was someone behind Wangxiang.

Wangxiang arrived at the main hall of Dingtianzong Lingjian Peak, but he didn't enter the main hall. Instead, he turned a corner at his feet and entered the auxiliary hall at the back.

Lingjian Peak is the main peak of Dingtian Sect, and the owner of the peak is Zhao Qianku, the lord of Dingtian Sect.

Qingli used to come to this place often when Dingtianzong was still there, so he was very familiar with it.

Now 500 years have passed, but it is still the same as before.

Wangxiang entered the hall, Qingli couldn't follow him, but he was very familiar with this place, so he turned around and walked in another direction.

He actually walked directly to the side of the auxiliary hall.

There is a window here, Qingli has come to this place countless times in the past, so naturally he knows that Zhao Qianku never likes to close the window of this place.

Through this window, the scene in the auxiliary hall can be seen clearly.

At this time, the auxiliary hall was very lively.

In addition to the suzerain Zhao Qianku, the peak master Chen Qianhai of Zhujian Peak, Shen Qianxue the peak master of Xijian Peak, and Luo Qianwu the peak master of Wenjianfeng Peak were also present.

There are only five peaks in Ding Tianzong, but apart from Mu Qianya, the master of the holding sword peak, the peak masters of the other four peaks were all present.

Besides these four, there was also a nun sitting in the side hall.

Qingli stared at the nun for a while, but was taken aback.

He also knew this female cultivator, she was clearly the head of the Shenyi Sect, also the master of Wangxiang.

Wang Xiang entered the side hall, and was taken aback when he saw so many people in the hall.

She first greeted her master, but before she had time to greet others, she was hastily interrupted.

The one who interrupted her was Luo Qianwu, the Lord of Asking Sword Peak.

Luo Qian was a little anxious in his tone, and he didn't care about etiquette, so he asked, "How is it?"

Wang Xiang hesitated for a moment, then bowed and said: "It went very smoothly, Qing...the owner of Huangquan Valley didn't have any doubts."

After everyone in the hall heard her words, the anxiety that had been lingering between their brows finally dissipated, and there were smiles on their faces.

Zhao Qianku looked at Wangxiang, stroked his snow-white beard, and said in a gentle voice: "Okay! You have worked hard during this time. Don't worry, little friend. When everything ends smoothly, Dingtianzong will definitely not treat you badly." .”

As he said that, he turned his head and glanced at the owner of the Shenyi Sect beside him: "I will definitely not treat the Shenyi Sect badly."

"If it wasn't for Shenyimen's willingness to help this time, we really don't know what to do." Chen Qianhai also said, "The kindness of Shenyimen, Dingtianzong will always remember it."

The owner of the Shenyi Sect said without raising his eyes: "You must remember that you promised me that I will help you this time, but what I did should not cause harm to the Qinggu Lord. He was kind to me back then, and I can't help you. Let others hurt him."

"Of course not." Zhao Qianku replied, but he sighed.

When it came to Qingli, everyone's excited expressions finally calmed down, and there was a sense of sighing inexplicably.

Everyone had different expressions and thoughts in their hearts, and they didn't know what they were all thinking, so they didn't notice that the expression on Wang Xiang's face changed when he heard his master's words, "What you do can't cause harm to Lord Qinggu". It's a little weird.

Everyone chatted about other topics, miscellaneous, but some promises.

Qingli listened for a while by the window, making sure that they should not have any more useful information in the conversation.

Qing Li tapped on the window sill with her fingers without interest, turned around and left without stopping.

About him coming here this time, the ones who are really most interested already know.

Sure enough, his guess was right, Wangxiang was indeed related to Dingtianzong.

It's just that they don't know why Dingtianzong went through such a lot of trouble this time?

Is there anything in him that can make Ding Tianzong plot something?

Qingli's eyes darkened as he thought about it, he had already walked to the front of the main hall of Dingtianzong.

Qingli looked up at the main hall.

Dingtianzong is the head of the righteous way in the cultivation world, the gate of the mountain is majestic and majestic, making people feel that the righteous way is rushing towards them.

Now this dignified leader of the righteous way has put so much effort into designing himself as a "traitor" who they can't even look down on... What exactly is he trying to do?

Qingli pursed her lips and sneered.

Relying on his invisibility and high level of cultivation, no one could find him, so he meditated while walking.

When he came back to his senses and looked up, he found that he had subconsciously walked to a very familiar place.

The mountain gate in front of me is covered with snow, and at a glance, I can only see white snow.

But it's obviously... Holding Sword Peak.

Of the five peaks of Dingtianzong, only Chijian Peak is covered with snow all day long.

Qingli stood in front of the mountain gate of Holding Sword Peak, and finally there were some waves in his eyes.

He is too familiar with this place.

He has lived in this place for more than 200 years.

200 years.

Even a monk, how many 200 years can he have in his life?

Even Qingli, he is actually less than 200 years old today, the [-] years at Sword Holding Peak...accounted for a quarter of his long life.

The mortal who had nothing was brought back to the sect by the immortal, who spent 200 years carefully crafting him, and successfully made him regard this place as the most important home in his heart.

But later...

Qingli lowered her eyes, and smiled inexplicably, not knowing what she was thinking.

He was about to turn around and leave, but when he turned around, he suddenly saw something not far away from the corner of his eye.

Qingli's movements stopped.

Immediately, he changed the direction of his feet, raised his feet and walked slowly there.

The courtyard in front of me is too familiar now.

It was so familiar that he had the urge to cry for a while.

Whether it's the hut with black bricks and black tiles, the green yard in front of the house, or even the huge tree in the middle of the yard, it's still the same as before.

This is the courtyard where he used to live.

There is snow all year round on the Chijian Peak, but Qingli has a thunder and fire ability, and she doesn't like the cold most of all.

This small courtyard was specially opened up by Mu Qianya for him back then, and it is also the only touch of green on the entire Sword Holding Peak.

How many peak master's disciples were so envious and jealous of his courtyard back then, saying that the peak master is really eccentric, and only takes special care of his disciples in this way, but doesn't care about their life or death.

For a long time, Qingli thought that she had forgotten everything here.

But when he stood in the yard again, he suddenly realized how could he really forget.

This place is so familiar... Even with his eyes closed, he can know what is everywhere.

This was his... home.

Is it still here?

He thought...

Qingli's eyes trembled violently for a moment.

He stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to touch the familiar grain of the old tree in front of him, but before he put his hand on it, he heard the door of the house beside him suddenly open.

Qing Li was taken aback for a moment, turned her head to look, but froze when she saw the person coming.

It's... Mu Qianya.

In fact, with Qingli's cultivation base, he shouldn't be able to feel that there are monks around.

But firstly, he was in a turbulent mood at this time, and secondly, Mu Qianya's cultivation base was on par with him and different from other monks.

Of course the most important thing is...Qing Li really didn't expect that Mu Qianya would be here at this time, so she didn't notice it immediately.

Mu Qianya used to really like to come to Qingli's courtyard whenever he had something to do, and Qingli was used to it at that time.

If he didn't see Mu Qianya in his courtyard when he returned home, he should feel strange.

But now...

It has been 500 years since he left Dingtianzong, why did Mu Qianya still appear here?

And when he betrayed Ding Tianzong back then, he and Mu Qianya had a quarrel and broke up.

In fact, the half of the friendship between the two has long since disappeared.

But Mu Qianya said.

When Mu Qianya walked out of the room, she felt that there seemed to be someone in the courtyard.

The man's eyes turned cold, but before he could see who the visitor was, he waved his sleeves, and a dharma seal went straight towards the visitor.

The white-clothed Jianxiu's brows and eyes were frosty, and there was a lot of strength in the movement of his sleeves and hands.

Acting vigorously and fiercely, this is indeed the style of the rumored master of Dingtianzong holding the sword peak.

As Mu Qianya is the leader of the righteous way, the depth of his cultivation is naturally indescribable.

His casual sleeve, placed on other monks, may not be able to resist it with all their strength.

Of course, Qingli is naturally not in the scope of "other monks".

His current cultivation base is on par with Mu Qianya, if he wants to resist, it will naturally not be difficult.

But the man raised his eyes and glanced at the oncoming dharma seal, his eyes flickered, but he saw through the dharma seal in an instant.

After all, he had been with Mu Qianya for 200 years day and night, so he was naturally very familiar with him.

The corner of the monk in red hooked his lips, but he didn't resist. Instead, he vented his strength and leaned lazily against the big tree behind him, letting the seal come oncoming.

The dharma seal touched his body, and with a flash of Daoguang, a black lock was formed in an instant | the chain was locked between Qingli's wrists.

The magic seal that Mu Qianya envoy is called "Binding Immortal Cable", is one of the basic spells of Ding Tianzong, and the disciples of the sect basically have to learn it after they get started.

It is a formula specially used to deal with monks.

The monks who are locked by the immortal rope will be sealed with all their cultivation, and will become no different from ordinary people.

The external manifestation of the binding rope is the black chain between Qingli's wrists. This chain is formed by the monk's spiritual power. A monk whose cultivation level is lower than that of the caster cannot break free from the chain after being locked by the binding rope of.

As soon as his cultivation base was sealed, Qing Li's invisibility technique would naturally be defeated.

The figure of the man appeared instantly.

The courtyard of Qingli is like spring all the year round.

The old trees above the head are old for a long time, with luxuriant branches and branches, making this small world full of greenery.

It was afternoon and the sun was just right.

The bright sunlight fell through the gaps in the green leaves, casting a colorful mark on the ground and the people leaning under the trees.

The man standing under the tree was wearing a bright red cassock with exquisite and delicate patterns on the hem and sleeves, and a red and black belt wrapped around his waist, making his figure even more straight and straight, like a pine like a bamboo.

The man's black hair was carefully tied up by a jade crown, and a pair of eyes under his sword-shaped eyebrows were looking up at him. There was sunlight falling in his eyes, and the brilliance flowed, which was indescribably magnificent.

The green fence leaned against the tree trunk, as if he didn't care about the black chain that sealed his cultivation around his wrist at all.

He even lowered his head and straightened his sleeves slowly and gracefully.

Qingli looked up at Mu Qianya, and said slowly under the shadow of trees all over the place: "Master."

The tone is soft, just like the years.

There was even a gentle smile on his lips.

It's a pity that those eyes that looked over were clearly full of bloody murderous intent.

Mu Qianya stood in front of the house, and was completely stunned for a moment.

There is a breeze blowing, blowing the fallen leaves under the trees, and rustling the paintings hanging on the walls in the house.

If the green fence is in the house, you will be able to recognize this painting.

The only man in the painting is dressed in a blue dress, the color of the sky, holding a black iron sword, leaning against a tree trunk and smiling.

The brows and eyes are gentle and smiling, and the smile is clear and moist.

Thousands of splendor fall on the paper, and each stroke is full of affection.

The person in the painting is clearly Qingli.

He looked over from under the tree, his brows and eyes were curved, and the intimacy and smile in his eyes could clearly be felt even after time passed.

The shadows of the trees all over the ground are colorful, but they are exactly the same as at this moment.

Time flies, it's only been a hundred years, and the old things are still there, but the old man has completely changed his old appearance.

Once, 500 years ago, everyone in the cultivation world knew that Mu Qianya had an extremely beloved apprentice.

He brought him back from the mortal world, took care of him and raised him carefully every day.

He found for him the most suitable mental spell, and the most suitable magic weapon and sword for him.

Mu Qianya loves Qingli as the piece of flesh on the tip of her heart.

The sword cultivator, who has been ignorant of worldly affairs and heartless for many years, has begun to learn what it means to feel distressed.

He couldn't bear his suffering, his pain, and his tiredness.

He laid everything for him, blocked all possible dangers for him, and found all things he might be interested in.

Occasionally, Qing Li got a little hurt, maybe he didn't feel anything, but Mu Qianya already felt pain to the bone.

He is to whom all his tenderness is bound.

Don't dare to ask, don't give up to ask, can't bear to ask.

later……

Before Mu Qianya's eyes, there appeared the fire at Chijian Peak 500 years ago.

The sword cultivator in blue was covered in blood, and a pair of black chains were locked between his wrists.

The black iron sword that Mu Qianya personally found as a gift had been broken into two pieces and fell on the ground not far away.

Surrounded by raging fire and blood, it was scorching so painfully.

There seemed to be someone crying or cursing not far away, but Mu Qianya couldn't hear them clearly.

He only saw the pair of blood-red eyes of Qingli in front of him, and his ferocious face was reflected in his eyes.

The blue-clothed swordsman couldn't break free, and when he coughed, strands of blood came out from his lips.

Qingli stretched out her hand, holding Mu Qianya's sword tightly in her hand, stabbing the blade into her chest bit by bit with all her strength.

"Master, please kill me." The blue-clothed swordsman raised his eyes to the white-clothed swordsman who was pressing on him, his tone was almost calm, "You kill me, I beg you. Let me Leave... this last bit of dignity."

"Kill me, and you can get what you want."

What happened on the Sword Holding Peak back then?

Shen Qianxue, who returned to Xijian Peak, sat blankly at the stone table, but her thoughts could not help but go back to 500 years ago.

The more than 1000 disciples on the Sword Holding Peak were indeed not killed by Qingli.

But it was indeed because of Qingli that he died.

500 years ago, the news that Qingli was a descendant of the Qing family spread in the cultivation world somehow.

People's hearts are the most untestable, those respectable sects in the comprehension world, the ancestors of Kaishan, got to know the news, they surrounded the Chijian Peak together, trying to capture Qingli and kill the alchemist.

At that time, Mu Qianya was practicing in seclusion and was at a critical juncture. Those big bosses blocked Chijian Peak and the other five peaks, and the rest of Dingtianzong didn't get the news immediately.

There are only [-] disciples holding the sword peak in the peak.

The disciples holding the sword peak had a very good relationship with Qingli. In order to protect Qingli, they fought to the last moment without retreating.

But even if Yifeng's disciples are added together, they are not the opponents of those founders.

The blood on the holding sword peak that day almost stained the mountain gate red.

The bosses killed all the disciples of Yifeng, and they were almost red-eyed, but they couldn't find Qingli, which was hidden by the disciples in the peak.

They knew that it had taken a long time, and they were gnashing their teeth, but suddenly they felt a sharp sword energy pressing towards the whole mountain, making them vomit blood.

It was Mu Qianya, who felt this matter during the retreat, and forced his way out, the first thing he did was to release sword energy to intimidate them.

The bosses were so angry that their teeth were itching, but there was nothing they could do - no one dared to confront Mu Qianya face to face, let alone let Mu Qianya know that he had slaughtered his disciples on the peak, so he could only quickly hide himself, fled away.

Qingli broke free from his hiding place, he was seriously injured at this time, and he staggered to the middle of the mountain gate of Holding Sword Peak.

The surroundings were quiet, and the juniors and juniors who used to joke and joke with him had all turned into corpses, lying in a pool of blood.

Seeing the blood on the ground, Qing Li could hardly stand still.

He stepped on the blood on the ground, and stumbled towards Mu Qianya's cave.

The blue-clothed sword cultivator, who had almost lost his ability to protect himself, insisted on looking for his master, but when he finally reached Mu Qianya's cave, he raised his eyes and saw the white-clothed sword cultivator's ferocious and blood-red eyes.

Mu Qianya did break free from the retreat in time and saved Qingli's life.

But because of forcing out of the customs, he became mad.

And a person who is obsessed...how can he be rational?All the cautiousness and unbearableness in the past have turned into nothingness.

"How do you know?" Wang Xiang swallowed, looked at Shen Qianxue nervously and asked.

"When those people left, the barrier disappeared... I rushed over." Shen Qianxue lowered her eyes and said softly.

Wang Xiang swallowed again.

She seemed to guess something from Shen Qianxue's words: "You...didn't stop it?"

Shen Qianxue was silent for a long while, and finally sighed: "Qianya has lost his temper... If he is not appeased, it will be a disaster for the entire cultivation world."

"It's our Dingtianzong... I'm sorry for him."

As Shen Qianxue said, Qing Li's eyes that lit up instantly when she saw her appear...and the eyes that instantly turned blood red when she saw her stunned for a moment and turned to leave.

People in the comprehension world say that Qing Li, the owner of Huangquan Valley, is indifferent and bloodthirsty because of cultivating demons, but maybe only she knows that maybe Qing Li didn't switch to cultivating demons back then, but he also... went mad.

Wangxiang fell silent.

She finally understood at this moment - why when the whole cultivation world was attacking Qingli, only the peak masters of Dingtianzong never attacked him, and when other sects besieged Huangquan Valley, they would even come forward stop.

Thinking about it now, the basis for those rumors that Dingtianzong and Huangquangu were at odds was indeed Huangquangu's unilateral hatred for Dingtianzong.

She also finally understood what the sneer on Qingli's lips meant when she said, "You think Dingtianzong treats me very well, and Mu Qianya treats me as much as a mountain".

Wang Xiang: "Then..."

"No." Shen Qianxue said softly, "He couldn't bear it and committed suicide."

"Didn't you ask me how to cultivate from the Nascent Soul stage to the Mahayana stage in just 50 years?"

"It's actually very simple. After death, a monk of the Qing family uses his own flesh and blood and the magic weapon of his own life to reshape his body. If he doesn't become a demon, he can greatly improve his cultivation."

"The fire burns the body, and the physical body is reshaped. It takes exactly... 50 years."

In a small world before.

Wang Xiang looked at the heroine who was driven almost insane by Qingli, and said with some reluctance: "Master Gu, you have some empathy, this is too much, the heroine can't stand it."

She whispered: "No wonder so many monks say you are not human."

At that time, Qingli was wiping the blood-stained sword just now.

The man's movements are slow and orderly.

Qingli raised her eyes, and actually smiled: "Well, I'm not human, how can I have empathy?"

When the man said this, he raised his eyebrows, his eyebrows were sharp and handsome, and the fingers that were wiping the sword were as white and slender as jade, not human-looking.