Dedicated every day to make Master go crazy

Wangxiang sees that Qingli is drinking again.

But this time he didn't drink in front of the grave in the back mountain, but on a lawn in Huangquan Valley.

This is the most open and lively place in Huangquan Valley.

Along the way, Wangxiang saw many children playing and many young monks chatting.

Although the Huangquan Valley is said by the cultivators to be no different from the hell on earth, as if the people in the Huangquan Valley are all bloodthirsty demons, but in fact, after Wangxiang came to the Huangquan Valley for so long, he has already discovered that the people here are actually not the same as the cultivators. Not much different.

They also have brothers, relatives, friends, joys, sorrows, and joys. They chat and laugh with each other, and their daily life is no different from that of a cultivator. It's just that most of them don't want to see them, so they don't have much contact with the outside world, and their lives are relatively peaceful. Just isolated from the world.

Cultivators look down on demon cultivators, thinking that what they do is evil and crooked, so they conclude that they must be heartless, bloodthirsty, and want to say that they eat human flesh and drink human blood every day.

Wang Xiangben thought so too, but the longer she stayed in Huangquan Valley and the closer she interacted with people in the valley, the more she began to deny her original belief.

Just like Qing Li, the owner of Huangquan Valley who betrayed teachers and teachings in the legend, who was ungrateful and ungrateful, she began to feel more and more that it was not what outsiders said.

Wang Xiang sat down next to Qing Li, and watched with him the Gu Master's disciples frolicking and frolicking.

Huangquan Valley has strong spring all year round, and the climate is pleasant. Sitting on the lawn and basking in the sun, Wangxiang feels refreshed all over his body.

Qingli took a look at Wangxiang, and gave her a wine jar from the one in hand.

Wang Xiang took it without raising his head, raised his head and took a sip: "The wine has a lingering taste, it really is good wine, thank you Master Qing Gu."

Qingli didn't speak, just sat there and continued drinking.

Wang Xiang also followed him, no longer talking, just drinking.

The two sat on the same spot and drank in silence for most of the day, until the sun set on the western mountain, and the surrounding people in the valley had gone back to rest, and the two had not left yet.

Wangxiang is a female cultivator. When she was in Shenyimen, the brothers and sisters always treated her as a little sister who hadn't grown up, so she didn't drink much. This time, she drank so much at once. The wine was not very strong, and she was a little soft-handed at the end of the drink.

But even so, Wangxiang never said "no" when Qingli handed over the wine.

Two or three wine jars had been poured by Wangxiang's feet, and there was still more than half of the wine in the jar in her hand.

Wang Xiang was raising his head to pour all the wine down his throat, but a hand suddenly stretched out from the side.

Qingli reached out to take Wangxiang's wine jar, glanced at the nun's face that was obviously flushed from drunkenness, and said, "Forget it, don't drink it."

In the past, Wang Xiang, who had always been very well-behaved and listened to his words, reached out and snatched the wine jar back after Qingli stopped her.

Wang Xiang was so drunk that his face was flushed, and he hugged the wine jar tightly in his arms, as if he was worried that Qingli would snatch it away again.

"No, no, I want to continue drinking. Gu, Gu Master, I want to continue drinking with you." Wangxiang hugged the wine jar drunkenly, her excessive drunkenness made her slurred, "Gu Master is in a bad mood , It’s for drinking, drinking. But don’t drink alone, it will make you feel even worse. I, I will drink with you, I can drink.”

Wang Xiang was so drunk that he talked with a big tongue, but babbled on.

Qingli might have grown impatient if she was like her in normal times, but after listening to Wangxiang's words, Qingli's hand that was about to reach out to take back the wine jar stopped.

Qingli looked up at Wangxiang.

The nun kept muttering something, maybe because she was drunk, her voice tended to become softer.

Qingli listened to her, and heard that what she said were all drunken words that she wanted to drink with her, so she smiled, and simply withdrew her hand, letting her drink.

Zuo Wangxiang is a monk, these wines are all mortal wines, even if he gets drunk, it will not hurt his health, and he will wake up soon.

Qing Li was turning around, wanting to take another jug ​​of wine, but the words muttered by Wang Xiang beside her suddenly changed.

"...I'll drink with you." Wangxiang murmured drunkenly, she spoke more and more softly, and at the end she even looked like she was about to fall asleep lying on the wine jar, but she suddenly said, "I'm sorry, Guzhu ……sorry."

Qingli was taken aback, and turned to look at her.

Wang Xiang was lying on the wine jar, speaking in a very soft voice, obviously delirious.

The nun's face turned red, and at the end she started to sob softly: "I'm sorry... I shouldn't have helped them lie to you."

Wang Xiang was obviously drunk, she might not even realize that she had said these words, but she still stubbornly sobbed while apologizing non-stop.

Qingli had never seen Wangxiang cry before, and although Wangxiang was a little timid, he had the attitude of "do not flick the tears lightly".

After all, this should be the first time he saw her cry.

Even though he couldn't drink, he insisted on drinking with him, and when he got drunk, he thought about apologizing to him, thinking that it was true to come to Wangxiang... I feel sorry for helping Dingtianzong to deceive Qingli together.

Qingli was stunned, staring at Wangxiang for a while.

He stared at her for a long time before finally smiling.

The man seemed to let go of something suddenly, he even couldn't help laughing, Qing Li slowly leaned his body against the big tree behind him, reached out to take the wine jar beside him, and began to drink again.

It's just that the posture is a lot more relaxed this time.

The scenery in Huangquan Valley is pleasant, even at night, the moon is bright and the sky is clear, and the spring breeze is intoxicating.

Qingli watched the falling flowers in the air, and slowly drank the last jar of wine.

Wangxiang seemed to have fallen asleep, but Qingli didn't call her.

Qingli drank the last jar of wine in his hand slowly, and after drinking the last drop of wine in the jar, Qingli finally made a handprint.

The formation created by the handprints disappeared in front of Wangxiang.

Wangxiang's eyelashes trembled, and he slowly opened his eyes.

Wang Xiang hugged the wine jar and reacted on the spot for a while, before he suddenly realized what he had just said before falling asleep.

"...!" Wang Xiang was startled, and suddenly raised his head, before he could say anything, Qing Li had already spoken.

The man walked forward with an empty wine jar, Wangxiang looked up so suddenly that he could only see Qingli's back.

"I won't ask you for the wine money tonight." Qing Li raised her hand and waved towards Wang Xiang behind her, with a chic gesture, "Tomorrow you can leave the valley. After entering the world and suffering... I don't need it anymore, so I will Come here."

"...?!" Wang Xiang was startled and quickly stood up.

Although she already knew that Qingli knew that all the calamities in the world were planned by Dingtianzong, and she told Mu Qianya that she might not continue to experience calamities, but Qingli suddenly proposed this at this time, and The random and sudden proposal still surprised her.

Wang Xiang looked at Qing Li's back as he left.

The man's figure is slender and his back is straight, and he is dressed in a red dress, setting off his imposing manner. In his figure... a trace of loneliness can be seen.

There is a strong sense of disobedience.

Why?

Wang Xiang was stunned in place, but suddenly realized.

Because at this time Qingli was alone.

What she heard and imagined during this period were all things that happened when Qingli was still in Dingtianzong. At that time, there was always Mu Qianya by Qingli's side.

Before she entered the world with Qingli to practice, Mu Qianya also followed Qingli III one after another, and followed him closely every time, Qingli would always have Mu Qianya's shadow.

Wang Xiang was already used to the two of them entangled endlessly, and at this moment Qingli suddenly disappeared from Mu Qianya's side, and she suddenly felt that... it was against harmony.

Acquaintances know each other, hate each other and kill each other, but they also follow each other like a shadow and accompany each other.

Mu Qianya has no memory in the small world. Although Qingli knew Mu Qianya's identity when they met for the first time in every world, he also never deliberately approached Mu Qianya.

Thousands of small worlds, hundreds of millions of people, meeting each other again and again... What kind of evil fate is this supposed to be?

"Guzhu, can you answer my last question before Wangxiang leaves?" Looking at Qingli's back, Wangxiang blurted out for some reason, "Why did Guzhu want to be with Mufengzhu when he was in the small world..."

"I know you hate him, and I understand that you want to take revenge on him, but that's not the only way to take revenge on a person, especially..."

Especially in the small world, Qingli knew the context of the world ahead of time, so it could be said that he had the advantage of being a "prophet".

And Mu Qianya has no memory in the small world, he is just an "ordinary member" in the small world, even because of the participation of Mu Qianya's spiritual consciousness in the creation of the small world, His status is not too low, but what is this in front of Qingli?

With Qingli's means of the city, if he wants to take revenge on Mu Qianya in the small world, it can be called a piece of cake.

Why did he use such a method?In this way... a way to injure the enemy by eight hundred and injure oneself by a thousand.

Unless there is something else... that makes him have to be like this.

When Wang Xiang saw her words, Qing Li's body froze as expected.

He was still walking forward, but when he heard Wang Xiang's words, he stopped abruptly.

Wangxiang saw Qingli standing there silently, but did not speak for a long time, so he understood the suspicion in his heart.

Wang Xiang sighed in his heart, but walked forward.

Wang Xiang walked behind Qing Li and stood still.

The woman raised her head, stretched out her hand to hold Qingli's arm and turned him around: "Guzhu, what's the reason?"

Qingli still did not speak.

He lowered his eyes and didn't look at Wangxiang.

Looking at Qingli's tightly pursed lips and the flashing red light in his eyes, Wangxiang suddenly sighed.

"I remember that before entering the last world, Master Gu, you told me that the third way to cure insanity... is 'fighting poison with poison', isn't it?" Wang Xiang looked up at Qingli and said, "Since Master Gu has a deep hatred with Master Mufeng, then the Master Gu did not do that to cure the demons of Master Mufeng. If that is the case, who should it be for?"

"I think," Wang Xiang pursed his lips, and said, "It's to heal your own inner demons, isn't it? On Chijian Peak back then, it wasn't just Master Mu who went mad because of that incident, but also Valley Master, are you right?"

Following Wangxiang's words, Qingli's expression changed several times.

He reached out and pulled his arm out of Wangxiang's hand, and finally spoke.

The man's voice was surprisingly cold, and the ending was even more tense, like a string that would break at any moment. It was completely different from his usual calm and smiling tone: "Shut up."

As Qingli spoke, she glanced at Wangxiang, and Wangxiang saw the blood color gradually creeping up in his eyes.

Seeing him like this, Wang Xiang suddenly felt a little distressed for some reason.

She stretched out her hand again, to hold Qingli's arm again.

Wangxiang deliberately softened his voice, as if he was worried that he would scare Qingli: "Guzhu, your demons are because you... are afraid, right?"

Wangxiang said softly, she looked at Qingli cautiously, and there was even a trace of pity in her tone.

Almost immediately after Wangxiang uttered those two words, Qingli suddenly exploded.

The man's side instantly ignited a lot of flames, even mixed with thunder and lightning.

Lei Huo traps Wangxiang in place.

She was grabbed by the arrogance brought by the thunder and fire, and was firmly pressed against the tree trunk behind her.

Standing outside the thunder fire, Qingli looked up at him, her eyes were blood red, the thunder and flames were soaring into the sky.

"Shut up." Qingli said again, "Do you really think this deity won't kill you?"

Wang Xiang has always been timid, if she had been so angry when she encountered Qing Li before, she would have cried and begged for mercy.

This time, I don't know why I didn't look at my hometown.

Wang Xiang looked at Qingli, whose eyes were blood red and his body was full of flames. It was obvious that this man had an astonishing aura at this time, and he could clearly take her life with just a lift of his hand, but she didn't know why she couldn't even feel a trace of fear.

Wangxiang looked at Qingli, this man was really handsome, sharp and unrestrained, his every move touched the soul, but the corners of his eyes and brows were so cold, like a millennium cold pool.

The cold pool is so cold, naturally there is no room for any living things in it, it is simply repulsive to people thousands of miles away.

But in that case... Isn't the cold pool itself just a pool of stagnant water?Can he himself... feel warm and happy?

Naturally it cannot.

Wangxiang remembered Qingli's previous appearance that Master had told him about.

Ding Tianzong holds the sword peak and is chic, gentle and loves to laugh, and makes friends all over the world... Big disciple, how did he become what he is now?

"Guzhu..." Wangxiang said softly, she murmured, and she didn't know who she was admonishing, "You want to cure your demons, right?"

"But treating him like that...why bother?" Wangxiang looked up at Qingli, "Stimulating yourself again and again like that...isn't it painful?"

At the beginning, he was so afraid of the things that forced him to go crazy, but now he is forcing himself to experience and recall again and again, why bother?

The method of fighting poison with poison is certainly useful, but throughout the ages, not many people have really used it. Isn't it because the treatment process is really... too painful and hopeless?

Why did you choose this path for yourself?

"Let's change the method, Guzhu." Wangxiang looked at Qingli and said softly, "Since you can't let go or accept it, let's investigate and find out what happened back then."

"The best way to overcome the inner demons has always been 'get what you want'." Wang Xiang said, "Scraping the bone to heal the wound can naturally remove the remaining poison, but it hurts too much, why don't you give it a try... directly find Looking for painkillers?"

Qingli was too strong, he couldn't accept that he was afraid of the things that happened back then, so he used this method like self-mutilation, as if he wanted to prove himself with repeated injuries—— He was not afraid, nor was he forced to collapse.

He didn't want anyone to see his demons, so it never occurred to him to ask for help.

Maybe in Qingli's heart, such a demon came... It's really inappropriate, right?

But what should not be?

Wangxiang thought in his heart.

When Qingli was brought back to Holding Sword Peak by Mu Qianya, he was still a young man, and his cultivation had no time. A mere 200 years was just a flick of a finger for a monk.

A two-hundred-year-old monk...is really still young in the cultivation world.

Wang Xiang felt that if he had encountered these things in the first place, he would have been more afraid than Qing Li.

What's there to feel... shame | humiliation?

Young and frivolous, fresh clothes and angry horses, uncut jade, this is the time when the heart is most fragile.

Why did Qingli have to be so strong, asking herself not to be afraid in that situation?

Qingli was silent for a long time, but did not speak.

He stood there for a while, then slowly turned and left.

The surrounding thunder and fire gradually extinguished.

Wangxiang looked up, only to see the back of Qingli leaving alone.

That night Qingli had a dream while meditating after returning home.

He finally dreamed about what happened 500 years ago.

He sat up from the ground and saw the blood all over his body,

Qingli looked around in a daze, and it took him a long time to finally react, and reached out to press his left chest.

There was a big hole there, no wonder he felt so empty the whole time.

Qingli stood up from the ground and staggered forward.

He staggered, and although his eyes were staring straight in front of him, he didn't even know what he was thinking at the moment.

Qingli walked all the way forward, and he saw the scene around him changing like a horse watching flowers.

Those scenes are going backwards.

He saw the younger brothers and younger sisters who had fallen in a pool of blood on the ground get up again, they patted the dust off their clothes, picked up the swords beside them, and started chatting or practicing swords in twos and threes again.

Just like in the past.

Some of the disciples in the peak saw him, they smiled and waved to him, and some even smiled and raised their wine glasses to him.

Surrounded by bustling and laughing.

Qingli walked all the way, and the scene changed all the way.

He saw the disciples from the next door sect who often came to hold the sword peak to eat and drink 600 years ago. He saw the big clock that was damaged by his disciples while practicing swords 650 years ago. There are only a few peach trees with a few new leaves in the peak.

Qingli's footsteps gradually stopped.

He stood still and looked up.

Mu Qianya, who was dressed in white, was sitting under the tree to review something, his brows were slightly frowned, and the sun fell on his white clothes, and the light was so bright that it was dizzying for a while.

Qingli stood there in a daze, looking at him.

Mu Qianya sensed his arrival.

The man put down the brush in his hand and looked up at him.

Qingli saw that the moment she saw herself, the coldness in Mu Qianya's eyes dissipated.

The man stretched out his hand and pulled him to his side, his tone softened subconsciously, as if ice and snow had suddenly melted, but his expression was still trying to maintain a stern expression.

"Xiao Li?" Mu Qianya said, he raised his eyes to look at Qing Li, with no expression on his face, looking very serious, "What's wrong with you?"

"Your hands are so cold." Mu Qianya frowned subconsciously the moment she touched Qingli's skin, the man raised his eyes to look at Qingli, stretched out his hand to warm Qingli's hands with spiritual power, his movements were gentle, But he scolded, "Drinking with them again? I told you that drinking is harmful to your health, so let you drink less."

Mu Qianya had just become Qingli's master not long ago, he was used to being cold-tempered, and he couldn't adjust it for a while, and he still put on airs on weekdays, always posing as a "strict teacher".

If Mu Qianya scolded in such a cold voice, if other disciples in the sect saw it, they would all be frightened.

Especially when he frowned, the coldness between his brows and eyes was so strong that it was frightening.

"Master," Qingli looked at Mu Qianya for a long time, then suddenly said, "I'm afraid."

Qingli stared blankly at the front, and suddenly murmured.

Only now did he realize that his body was trembling so badly that even the words he spit out trembled.

He looked at the worry in Mu Qianya's eyes that he tried his best to hide, and for some reason he suddenly felt very wronged in his heart.

Qingli blinked, and the tears that were not dry in her eyes fell down like this.

"Master, I'm afraid." Qing Li murmured again, but her eyes were not looking where.

Mu Qianya was taken aback for a moment, he raised his eyes to look at Qingli.

The man was completely frightened by the sudden tears of his apprentice.

The person who has not been regarded as a master for a long time suddenly panicked, and immediately couldn't control whether he was strict or not.

Mu Qianya pulled Qingli in front of him, he seemed to want to reach out his hand to wipe the tears from Qingli's face, but he felt that it was not good, so he stretched out his hand to pat Qingli's back comfortingly.

Mu Qianya was cold-hearted, where had she done such a thing before?

His movements were stiff and a little uncoordinated, but his tone softened instantly: "What's wrong? Suddenly? Is it because of two days of trials...? There's nothing scary about this. With a teacher, you must Don't give anyone a chance to hurt you."

Mu Qianya obviously doesn't know how to comfort people, the words of comfort are stiff and barren.

The tone is serious.

Mu Qianya patted Qingli's back lightly, with a rare soft tone.

Qingli slowly quieted down.

On the right way, Mu Qianya breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that Qingli was finally all right, but Qingli suddenly spoke again.

Qingli whispered: "Master, but you lied to me."