The apprentice is tempted every day on the edge of madness

The flow of people didn't know when it started to become more frequent and dense, and he followed this direction step by step without any purpose, even if the people in front of him were denser and noisy, he never thought that he was the least favorite.

It's okay to be noisy occasionally, but it's a pity that the noise from the outside world is still too small to cover up the noise in my heart.

I don't know how long it took, even the impetuous noise disappeared, and a series of crisp and melodious bells sounded slowly, with a very slow rhythm, and they came from afar, purifying the dirt and returning it to nothing, like a farewell scene .

People fell silent in unison, and the commotion all around suddenly fell silent, leaving only the sound that could not stop echoing.

Xiangong Ling was also frightened, he couldn't help raising his head, his eyes searched around here, and finally landed on one place.

Several elegant soft sedans landed on the main platform one after another. The body of the sedan was slightly bumped, causing the thin bell on the front curtain to sway and make a crisp sound. Only then did someone react and took a low breath .

The whole hall was so silent that dripping water could be heard, everyone's eyes were fixed on the slender fingers holding up a corner of the car curtain, and they were about to lift it, but at this moment another wider hand came out and stretched it out. The car curtain was lifted, and a man in black clothes stepped out first. He was handsome and handsome, but there was little expression on his face.The person who came out first did not rush away, but bent slightly and stretched out his palm, and the hand that was stretched out before fell naturally on his palm, and the two sides clenched tightly.

... Tianyuan... Wuqiu?

Then I heard a whisper of discussion.

"Why did people from the Yuling clan come?"

Xiangong Ling woke up suddenly, vigilantly swept towards the direction of the speaker, the speaker's narration was flat, and the person beside him shook his head.He expressed it very naturally, as if he noticed the sharp gaze, and looked back with some doubts.

Before he moved, Xiangong Ling lowered her eyes and couldn't help but pay attention to the reactions of the people around her from the corner of her eye. There were doubts and surprises, but none of them were just normal reactions.

Before such an episode was over, I heard a person on the stage speak, and the warm and clear voice flowed slowly like a piano, which made people can't help being attracted, focused, and refreshed.

"Today, I would like to thank you all for traveling thousands of miles. You waited for the sky to overflow. My family is very lucky. The past is over, but Xinjiji..."

The man had a high crown of hair, a jade-like face, bright eyes, and the corners of his lips were always soft and gentle, seducing the mind, without any courage, like the breeze under the moon, high and gentle.

It was exactly the same as the dress of the person in the dream last night.

The flow of time has never stopped, and Xiangong Ling raised his eyes, and it was inevitable that he lost his mind.

The deep and clear eyes seemed to take a deep glance here, Xiangong Ling's heart tightened slightly, and he quickly denied it.

He had also stayed on that high platform before, so he naturally knew what it was like to look down, not to mention that he has no cultivation at all, although he is similar to the previous appearance, and even more different, how could he notice it? arrive.

He just quietly watched how the people on the high platform gave a generous speech, skillfully controlled the situation with one hand, dispelled doubts and dispelled doubts calmly, and how they calmly exited the stage.

The impression of childishness in front of him has not really disappeared, but his compound eyes are bright and upright, impressively able to stand upright.

It's out of fashion to call him a bastard, he's really grown up.

The corners of his lips could not stop rising slightly, revealing his first sense of relief when he came back here again.

It was also at this time that he learned of his name from others.

—— Qing Hui Dao Zun.

The chief disciple of Qingling, Yue Qinghui.

No one is familiar with Yue Lixian, and it has nothing to do with the teacher's school. He deserves this seat on his own.

Until the figure completely disappeared in front of his eyes, and Wu Qiuyuan also left the scene, Xiangong Ling regained his mood, as if he had unloaded a lot of burdens at once, and felt much more relaxed.

More than ten years, too many things will change, and now it is inconvenient for him to disturb too much, since he is doing well, right now he is not very cultivated, and he knows little about the external situation, so it will inevitably be burdensome, how can he go Rude destruction.

It's better to leave the stage quietly, and when the time is right, let's talk about the past after a long absence.Having figured this out, he slowly squeezed out of the crowd unhurriedly, looking for a familiar secluded path, and walked down the mountain step by step.

After noon, the sky darkened a little, Xiangongling's calf was a little numb, and his heel was grinding and painful. Seeing that the distance was still far away, he was a little worried and at a loss what to do.

There are a few caves around where you can temporarily hide. Xiangong Ling glanced inside, and then looked back into the distance. If it was getting late, he would be like a half-blind man, especially in this steep place. It was difficult to find out, so he headed for the hole and plunged in.

The hole was neither shallow nor deep, and it was just right to be a cover. He casually leaned against the inside, feeling at ease in his heart. The feeling of fatigue dragged down his body again, and his eyelids couldn't be opened. He wanted to simply close his eyes. Resting your mind, but the drowsiness keeps coming up, your thoughts are struggling, and this tired feeling is really hard to resist, from closing your eyes and resting your mind, to half asleep and half awake, and then simply tilting your head, I don’t know when I fell asleep past.

The only time in the past few days that can be called a solid sleep, but I never knew that it would be another scene when I woke up.

Looking at it at a glance, there is endless sparkle, and the transpiring water vapor is wrapped in a refreshing coolness, which can be said to be comfortable in this hot summer.

The familiar scene, which he could not accept the nightmare in the past, reappeared in front of his eyes again, and Xiangong Ling was rarely at peace.

The outer shirt he was wearing was cool and slippery, and the inner coat was soft and soft. He glanced at his feet without shoes and socks, and then moved his hands again, with a little effort, which involved sore muscles and bones.

He thought it was a dream, and pushed forward with all his strength, but he couldn't move anymore.

Xiangong Ling struggled a few times, but finally reached out hesitantly and tried to lift the sleeve robe, but the other hand was stretched halfway in the air, and could not move again.

During this struggle, the sleeve robe was also torn apart, and he could clearly see the wrist.

— was bound with a soft rope.

As if some memory had been touched, Xiangong Ling's fingers trembled, his back tensed involuntarily, he stared at his wrist carefully, until he was strangled with a painful red mark, and then he relaxed a little.

This slight stinging pain also reminded him that something flashed past his eyes, and Xiangong Ling raised his eyes.

With a sharp blade out of its sheath, the sword body against the backdrop of the water pattern, rippling with a clear light.

"..."

In a dazed effort, the sword had already rubbed against him, and there was an all-too-familiar face on the smooth sword. Xiangong Ling moved his fingers in disbelief, and lightly touched the blade.

Clear...?

Unexpectedly, the fingertips touched the edge of the blade, and then went down, but saw a flash of light and shadow, and the sword retreated to the edge all at once.

Xian Gongling looked at the sword that was hesitating, but did not dare to step forward, Ji Sheng lowered his eyes, looked at the hands, and raised his fingers, a cluster of tiny purple lightning shot out, and then dissipated very quickly, shallow eyes It also flickered.

When he probed the inner palace, he actually felt a little torrential, weak, and ultimately better than nothing.

He was a little confused, he didn't know why he appeared here, and he didn't know why he changed his body when he woke up.

Qing Jue hid in the corner as peacefully as a frightened animal, and never stepped forward.

This piece of pavilion where lotus heart leaves is generally surrounded by diffuse water, and is also isolated. Looking up, I can't see a little sky.

After a long time, the sound of running water pouring in the distance was slightly stagnant as if it had been completely cut off. He lowered his eyes, and from the corner of his eye, he noticed that there were more pairs of shoes and boots with silver patterns and lotus shapes not far away.

The people over there walked towards him step by step, Xiangong Ling didn't need to raise his head, he already sensed who it was.

His palms were soaked with sweat, and he felt a little helpless.

"Aren't you going to explain anything?"

The sound was mixed with a trickle, and it seemed to be soaked in confusion, making it even more unreal.

Xian Gongling raised her eyes and looked at the deep, in the same situation, that person's face overlapped with another person's face and then suddenly separated.Xiangong Ling knew it was different, the person in front of him, whether it was from that junior brother, or the Li Xian he knew, was different.

After many years, this was the first time that he had such close contact. Under the sleeve robe, his fingers curled up involuntarily. He supported the stability of his face and took a deep breath.

"……let me go."

It was actually the first sentence.

Suddenly, a storm that he couldn't understand swept up in the darkness, and the calmness seemed to be broken in the next moment, and a ferocious force squeezed out of the gap...but it didn't.

But in the blink of an eye, there was still no disturbance in the dark eyes, and even a warm light could be glimpsed, all the speculations were all illusions.

"Impossible." The person who watched him gently said this, neither salty nor bland, but it made people feel a little cruel.

Xiangong Ling slumped back against the edge of the Tianzhu, as if disarming and surrendering.

He squatted down and looked at him.

His eyes were too determined and meaningful, and Xiangong Ling was clearly the one being restrained, but somehow felt guilty, and pursed his lips: "...how should I call it?"

"Yueqing Hui." He smiled slightly. "And you, what do you want me to call you?"

Xiangong Ling looked away.

"I'm looking for you." He approached involuntarily, with his hands firmly propped in front of him, locking him forcefully, forcing him to look at him again, his face still calm.

"Resurrecting souls, Suo soul bell, using everything to the extreme, has been looking for. What about you, how clean you are, you have disappeared without a trace, and you can't find a trace in the book of life and death."

Eyes full of guilt froze, Xiangong Ling suddenly looked back, "Are you in trouble again?"

The man tilted his head and looked at him, "Who do you think I am?"

He was not the junior who escaped from the naughty, nor would he be the little apprentice who obediently listened to others' admonitions. Xiangong Ling had no position to question, and suddenly became weaker and closed his mouth.

"Xian Gongling, since you are willing to leave, why did you come back, and why did you choose a time when I wanted to give up on you?" He sneered, and finally threw his claws coldly.

"Are you worthy?"

Just one sound, but it can't penetrate the heart.

Naturally it is fake.

"...I don't argue." After a long time, he said like this, and his heart throbbed with guilt.

"When I was heartless, unreasonable, and unworthy to be a teacher, today... oh!"

The hands on both sides clasped the jade fingers that had forgotten to react because of the stiffness, and interlocked his fingers. He became more aggressive, and nimbly pried open the white teeth, and began to capture the city.

Too suddenly, Xiangong Ling's scalp became numb after being kissed, and he couldn't help muffled noises one after another. After reacting, he froze again, and hid back, but he hit the cold cylinder all at once, unable to avoid it. Being controlled by others, he had to passively accept these, his body fluid made a blushing smacking sound, Xiangong Ling's ears were red, he didn't know if he was holding it back, he managed to take a breath, and was blocked again.

Endless, unrelenting.

Xiangong Ling couldn't stand it anymore, his eyes gradually became steamy, and he was finally provoked, and he gradually got used to the kiss, he opened his mouth and bit it.

The giver withdrew and left the city all at once, with a silver thread still hanging around his lips, he just licked the corner of his mouth like this, feeling extremely obscene, and gave him a satisfied smile.

Just short of saying "Thank you for the hospitality."

Impatient and angry, Xiangongling gritted his teeth, not remembering any guilt or stinging pain at all. At this moment, he only thought about how to deal with this guy, so that he would lose his helmet and armor and be defeated.

Shameless bastard!