The apprentice is tempted every day on the edge of madness

The room leak happened to be raining all night, Mo Tingxuan was running around the room anxiously, he summoned and asked, "Has Ling'er not come back yet?"

"I searched around in the miasma forest, but I didn't find my brother." Ying Zihuai replied. "Thinking about it now, that day was really weird. Suddenly, a very thick miasma came, and it lasted for a long time. Nephew Yue disappeared as if out of thin air. Suddenly, I lost my breath. I walked out of the forest. Afterwards, I went into that place with a fellow Taoist surnamed Su and searched carefully, but I didn't see anyone, and that Miss Ji didn't come back either."

Mo Tingxuan knew that it was useless to panic, but he couldn't help but feel worried.

Yu Ming couldn't help comforting him: "Don't worry, he's fine."

"Is it okay?" Mo Tingxuan breathed out patiently, and looked at him sideways, "Ling'er is injured, do you think he's okay?"

"It's good enough that people are safe and sound." Yu Ming originally wanted to appease him, but the latter got picked on more and more.

"Yu Ming, what do you mean? Do you have to see Ling'er get hurt?"

"You know, I don't mean that." Yu Ming knew that he was anxious, but couldn't find any suitable words to say.

It can only be said that he is talking to Mo Tingxuan now, he is just looking for guilt.

"I knew that you, like those old goblins in Qingling, wished something happened to Ling'er! You'll be happy if he doesn't come back!" Mo Tingxuan recalled all the unhappiness before, and became angry again.

Yu Ming pursed her lips, "After all these years, if he is really so prone to accidents, he will be able to talk about the reputation of He Xianmen."

"I don't care about the reputation of the sect! Ling'er's safety, how can you guarantee it? Never let it go, don't come here to fool me!"

"Tingxuan, calm down." Although Yu Ming knew that this was his impulsiveness, there was a bit of unhappiness in his eyes.

"He is not only your apprentice, but also my junior. He is the chief disciple of the Chilling Spirit Sect. You should know how important he is to the Chilling Lingzong." Yu Ming said solemnly.

"How much he has done over the years, and how many people admire him, these sacrifices are not worthless. He has long been irreplaceable. One fairy palace feather is enough to stir up the entire Qingling. How much do you have to treat him?" some confidence."

"...It's my fault, brother."

Mo Tingxuan is not such a person who is easy to admit mistakes, Yu Ming saw that he has indeed calmed down a bit, after all, it was not in vain.

"And rest assured, since the person is still there, he won't disappear without a reason."

Mo Tingxuan lowered his eyes and nodded in response.

Yu Ming stretched out his hand towards him, Mo Tingxuan slapped his hand away, didn't give him a chance to be depressed, just plunged into the other's arms, he gritted his teeth in a muffled voice:

"If something happens to Ling'er, I will definitely blame you and those old goblins."

Yu Ming patted him on the back and had no choice but to admit it.

Not long after, another message came, still from Ying Zihuai.

"Elder, senior brother just contacted me, he is fine now, and nephew Yue is also fine, don't worry."

Mo Tingxuan froze for a moment, then struggled out of Yu Ming's arms with a cold face. He glanced at Yu Ming and hummed, "You're lucky."

Yu Ming shook his head and asked, "Aren't you worried, why don't you ask him?"

Mo Tingxuan turned his head to appreciate the vase, and at this moment a few petty words gradually floated in front of him.

--everything is fine.

This time he calmly brushed away the line of writing, and didn't look at the vase anymore.

Yu Ming received several text messages one after another, his face sank a bit, seeing Mo Tingxuan peeping over curiously, he explained:

"It's about Meijiezhuang. Before the people we sent out arrived, Feng Liu took the initiative to hand over Gan Chen from Meijiezhuang. Apart from that, all the demon cultivators who provoked the trouble have surrendered... These are just excuses for that letter, and the motive is unknown."

Mo Tingxuan frowned, his mood just happened to be disturbed again. "How?"

It was those people who made trouble first, but now they voluntarily surrendered. Even if they don't fight now, it is absolutely impossible to let those people go.

Yu Ming said: "I'm afraid that the orthodox sect will make a decision together. These people can't be kept. The Qiandu Sect is willing to hand them over. I think it won't be easy to get caught, but just in case, it's better to search the soul before disposing of it." Better."

"Brother, the Qiandu Sect has done a lot of moves recently."

Yu Ming knew what he was worried about, so he also said: "Last time when the righteous way fought against the devil, I won slightly. Although the devil has been severely damaged by us, we can't be careless. In addition, the real world of Xuanxi is opened, and the evil people will surely be defeated." They will sneak in and take advantage of the opportunity to cause chaos... It seems that this battle is inevitable."

After contacting them, Xian Gongling learned that Ying Zihuai and the others were indeed not in Meijiezhuang, but settled down in the nearby Daxi.

They were still stranded in the miasma forest at that time, and had no knowledge of what happened outside.

The Demon Cultivator staying on Meijie Village with Zhengdao was quite peaceful at the beginning, and did not attract much attention. Many people were naturally wary of the people of Qiandu Sect. Bizarre.

That day Lanting suddenly disappeared, although the people of Shaohua Sect were worried, but they were limited by orders and had to guard outside the miasma forest to cover them.

It was at that time that Moxiu suddenly attacked without warning. They fought with these people for a long time, and finally killed a wave, but Moxiu appeared one after another after that.

Ying Zihuai came out just in time, so he hurried to help.

People from the Shaohua sect contacted fellow Taoists in the Zhuang Nei, but found that they were also attacked, and they couldn't take care of themselves, so they managed to hold on for a while, until a fellow sect was seriously injured, and then retreated as a last resort.

But Kuipai was not good at fighting at all, and was taken away from right and wrong from the very beginning.

Right now, members of the Righteous Way Sect formed a group, and they all stayed near the Arrival Creek, gearing up to prevent the Demon Cultivator from raiding at any time.

But before the defense was over, and before the reinforcements came, Moxiu suddenly surrendered.

Let me ask, who wouldn't be depressed if he was beaten with a sap.It would be fine if they could deal with these people as much as they wanted, but what they are most afraid of now is to deal with them lightly.

Knowing that Ying Zihuai and the others were fine, Xiangongling breathed a sigh of relief.

He suddenly noticed his gaze, turned his eyes sideways, and found that Yue Lixian was lying on the bed with his head resting on his arms, his eyes were so bright that they were about to shine.

Xiangongling was shaken by him, and asked a little funny: "There are so many rooms on the side, why did you stop here?"

"Wherever the master is, I will be there." Yue Lixian patted the place next to him obediently, seeing that Xiangong Ling was about to refuse, he said again: "Otherwise, this disciple won't be able to sleep, even if he can sleep, he won't be able to sleep well of."

Xiangong Ling knew that he was messing around, so she didn't care too much, just thought for a moment:

"You rest, I'll be there later."

Seeing people compromise, Yue Lixian rolled inward happily, and rolled up the quilt obediently.

Xiangong Ling didn't break her promise, she got up after about half an hour, she simply took off her coat, and lay down on the couch to deal with the matter.

As soon as he finished his trip, Yue Lixian, who seemed to be asleep, turned over and his arms were locked firmly.

Xiangong Ling stretched out her free hand to pinch his ears expressionlessly.

As if being pinched, Yue Lixian's small face wrinkled, he hummed and refused to let go, although he hadn't fallen asleep yet, he was indeed sleepy, and he couldn't even open his eyes.

"...Don't pinch...I was wrong...Master..."

This time, Xiangong Ling was not so easy to fool: "If you know you are wrong, let it go."

"It hurts... Master." Yue Lixian finally pulled out a hand to cover his ears, he was sleepy, but he was still a ghost.

"You can't... brutalize the weak..."

"The weak?"

The clear voice seemed to be lingering in his ears, Yue Lixian was a little awake, half of his eyes narrowed, but he saw that in the dimness, the man's clothes might have been torn when he pressed him just now, the awe-inspiring slightly weakened, and it was actually A little more casualness.

He quickly glanced at the neck, paused for a second on the piece of jade, and then moved his gaze up a few inches.

But Xiangong Ling looked at him calmly, his shallow eyes seemed to be warmed up, the corners of his lips deepened a little, and his lazy and conniving appearance was unexpectedly malicious.

I don't know if Yue Lixian's sneakiness had a psychological effect, he actually felt that Master's clothes were not so straight, even the shallow eyes that looked at him seemed to melt a layer of ice, transparent and sparkling, as if they could make people feel See through your mind.

Xiangong Ling saw that he squinted one eye at the beginning and then stared at him for a moment. She didn't know what he was looking at, but he was awake.

He just snorted and said, "Are you still a weakling?"

He thought that Yue Lixian would make another sophistry next time, but the other party remained silent.

Confused?

Xian Gongling collected her expression, frowned slightly, and was about to reach out to pinch his face again, but her hand stopped when it was about to touch someone.

——Yue Lixian turned his face sideways, and bit his white teeth on the protruding knuckles, not hard.

Xiangong Ling disdained the lethality of this weak chicken, withdrew his hands, and sarcastically said:

"Are you a dog?"

Yue Lixian was somewhat satisfied, he finally loosened the other's tightly locked arm, rubbed his eyes: "This is the proof of a 'weak'."

After that, he hugged the quilt again.

Xiangong Ling thought he was finally willing to sleep after the trouble was over, so she closed her eyes reluctantly.

The five senses are still extremely sharp, even if he closes his eyes, he can still see the furnishings in the room at a glance.

Sleeping can be really hard work sometimes.

Suddenly, the field of vision dimmed, and it was really dark in front of him. Xiangong Ling looked to the side and asked in a deep voice, "What are you doing?"

Yue Lixian looked very innocent: "Sleep. Master, don't worry about it too much, no one will disturb here for the time being."

He pinched the corner of the quilt, and quickly covered the person with his hands like fishing, but he pressed it back to lock his arms again, closed his eyes and fell asleep soundly.

Xian Gongling resisted the urge to pat him, seeing that it was too early to make a fuss, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath to force herself to meditate.

……

Wuqiu has been used to it all year round, his biological clock is always on time, and the time of waking up can even be accurate to the point of minute and second, even if his body fails later, there is no exception.

But today is different.

He was bathed in the early morning light, and the warmth penetrated into his body inch by inch, making his whole body warm up.

Wuqiu sat up all of a sudden.

He woke up late, for the first time.

He hurriedly reached out to change his clothes, but paused for a moment.

He raised his hands in front of his eyes, and there was some disbelief in his eyes.Those hands were thin but not thin, and the skin covering the bones was as delicate as rebirth. He moved his knuckles, which was flexible for a long time.

He saw all this with a clearer perspective, but it was obviously impossible.

The moment he lowered his head, the strands of hair on his temples fell before his eyes. It wasn't black, and it wasn't as gray as before. It was as pale as snow, but it also reminded him.

He will die, he is a dying man.

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