After wearing a book, I am a scumbag

Lin Qingzhou pondered for a moment before remembering who King Mingque was.

Isn't it the male peacock who likes to feast and have fun, and does not hesitate to use illusion to trap the monks and pedestrians in the past.

A few days ago, on Chunling Mountain, Ji Ran fell off the cliff, Lin Qingzhou went to save people with his sword, King Mingque said harsh words, and wanted to come back to seek revenge.

At that time, Lin Qingzhou didn't take it seriously, and never thought that he really came to the door.

King Mingque fought three days later, not in Sishui City, nor in Chunling Mountain, but in Guyue Mountain between the two.

Lin Qingzhou calmly put the letter of war into his sleeve, pushed the door open and entered the room, with a feeling of hunger in his belly, as always, he used practice instead of eating, sat cross-legged on the couch, took a deep breath, swallowed clearly.

He has been doing fasting for more than a year, and the effect is remarkable. The interval between the feeling of hunger in his stomach is getting longer and longer, and soon after, he can completely fast.

After the bigu was finished and the night was dark, he called the maid, put hot water in the bathtub in the room, and then pushed it back, washed it hastily, changed into pajamas and covered the quilt to sleep.

He sleeps relatively deeply and rarely wakes up in the middle of the night. For some reason today, in the middle of the night, his mouth was dry and he wanted to drink water very much, so he woke up from sleep.

Heavy sleepiness pressed on his eyelids, he opened his sleepy eyes, his eyes were hazy, and in the blurred vision, there seemed to be a shadowy black figure in front of the bed, not far away from him, and seemed to be staring at him intently.

Immediately, his mind flashed to his mind the spooky things that he had read to Ji Ran in the past few days, how ghosts seduce their souls and kill them in the middle of the night.

The drowsiness was instantly dispelled, he rubbed his sleepy eyes, and quickly propped up his body, but saw that there was nothing in front of the bed, and the black shadow just now seemed to be just his illusion.

He shook his head, thinking that he was really sleepy and confused, and his vision was wrong.

He made a decision, lit the candlestick, got up and poured water to drink.

After drinking the water, he walked back to the bed and continued to sleep, and at a glance he saw a month-long white brocade pouch lying next to the quilt on the bed, close to the edge of the bed, unable to drop it.

It's not his stuff.

Yuebai kit, he had never seen this before.

He bent down to pick up the kit, hesitated for a moment, then slowly opened the kit, and took a closer look, there seemed to be nothing inside.

It turned out to be an empty kit.

He was amazed, and looked carefully again, and finally found the clue.

The kit was not empty, there was a strand of hair inside.

That strand of hair was placed properly and meticulously, twisted into several circles, it didn't seem to be left in the brocade bag, but it was specially placed in the brocade bag.

In ancient times, there was a saying that the newlyweds would cut a lock of hair and tie it together before drinking together in the bridal chamber to show their sympathy.

However, there is only a lock of hair in the bag, it looks like a woman cut off the black hair and gave it to her lover as a token of affection.

But whatever the implication is, it proves a point.

Someone had really been in the room just now, and that black shadow was not his illusion.

This kit was dropped by that person accidentally.

Lin Qingzhou frowned deeply, put the moon white kit into the storage kit, waved his sleeves, the candle went out, and continued to sleep.

In the next few days, he slept very lightly, or pretended to be asleep.

The cultivators in Surabaya City were drained of their aura by the evil sycophants, and the number of people who died for no reason was on the rise.

He had to defend.

However, in the next few days, that person of unknown origin did not appear again.

In a blink of an eye, it was time to make an appointment with King Mingque.

Lin Qingzhou and Ji Ran only said that they would go out for a while, and told him to take medicine on time, and they went out without saying a word about the decisive battle.

He didn't have a Yujian. In order to preserve his strength, he didn't spend it in some unnecessary places, but asked the carriage driver in the house to drive him to Guyue Mountain.

The carriage staggered for an hour and arrived at its destination.

In the room here, the "sick" Ji Ran became more and more wrong, worried that Lin Qingzhou would leave without saying goodbye, so he called the coachman's wife for questioning.

Knowing that Lin Qingzhou was going to Guyue Mountain dozens of miles away, Ji Ran, who was lingering on the sick bed, immediately jumped up from the bed, alive and well, and recovered from his illness immediately.

There were other carriages in the mansion, and he got on them and chased in the direction of Guyue Mountain.

After Lin Qingzhou arrived at Guyue Mountain, he asked the coachman to drive back, and walked to the agreed place, the kiosk on the side of Guyue Mountain.

Walking up the mountain path, when he saw the eaves corner of the small pavilion, he saw a person sitting in the pavilion, dressed in green, waving a folding fan coquettishly.

It is the male peacock who likes to spread its tail.

Arriving in the small pavilion, Lin Qingzhou didn't talk nonsense with him, and said directly, "Many monks in Sishui City were persecuted, did you do it?"

King Mingque was slightly surprised and raised his eyebrows, "I just like banquets and never thought of hurting others. The recent events in Sishui City have nothing to do with me."

Maybe it really has nothing to do with him, so what would it be?

There is no record about the evil spirits in Surabaya City in the book, and Lin Qingzhou couldn't predict it either.

The two stopped talking nonsense, one with a sword and the other with a fan, jumped out of the pavilion, and fought without sparing any effort.

Lin Qingzhou is a sword cultivator, and his cultivation has reached the golden alchemy stage, and Mingque King is a demon cultivator, who has already formed an alchemy.

The strength of the two was comparable, their bodies were chaotic, and they fought fiercely, all the way from the treetops on the mountainside to the top of the high and steep mountain.

Jianxiu is the most powerful among Taoist cultivators. Although the two seem to be equal in strength, after a long fight, Mingque King's disadvantages are obvious.

Seeing Lin Qingzhou's victory was in his hands, he slashed down with his clear and bright long sword, and Mingque King blocked it with his fan, and was forced to fall from the treetops.

However, at this time, a sudden change occurred.

The long sword in Lin Qingzhou's hand has been honed many times. At this critical moment, he couldn't bear the fierce impact of spiritual power, and suddenly the chain fell and broke in two.

The three-foot long sword, in the blink of an eye, only one foot left.

The situation changed instantly, and Lin Qingzhou became the disadvantaged party.

If the sword cultivator only has a broken sword in his hand, his strength will be greatly weakened.

Seeing King Mingque's folding fan, the sharp blade protruding from the edge of the fan almost cut Lin Qingzhou's throat.

A flying sword, wrapped in a chilling and piercing sword intent, came roaring through the air, and directly flew the folding fan out forcefully.

King Mingque lost his folding fan and lost his arm, so he immediately ran after the folding fan.

The flying sword knocked down the folding fan, drew an arc in the air, and turned back in the direction it came from.

Lin Qingzhou was still in shock, followed the flying sword, and saw the man standing on the top of the tree, the familiar black-haired man in black clothes, black jade hanging from his waist, and a handsome figure, like a pruning bamboo.

Didn't Han Qi leave?

How could it suddenly appear here.

Lin Qingzhou wondered.

Han Qi took a deep look at him, and was about to open his mouth to say something, but saw that Duan Mingque King took the opportunity to sneak attack Lin Qingzhou.

Han Qi saw it clearly, and was furious in his heart, without saying a word, he carried Qi Shuang and attacked him.

Just now when Han Qi struck a sword, King Mingque knew that he was not his opponent. At this moment, his scheming was exposed, and he immediately jumped down from the treetops, his figure disappeared into the forest, trying to escape.

Han Qi also jumped off the treetops and chased after him relentlessly.

Lin Qingzhou was stunned, and there was no one on the cloud-shrouded mountain top.

He no longer hesitated, and jumped into the forest, chasing after him.

In the woods, the ferns were waist-deep and there were many bushes.

The figures of those two people flitted very fast, Lin Qingzhou chased after them, and through the gaps in the dense bushes, they could only vaguely see their figures in front.

"what--"

Suddenly, a cry of pain came from the front, the sound was extremely tragic.

Lin Qingzhou's heart sank, Chuanlin Daye's figure swept faster, bypassing a bunch of unsightly bushes, the scene in front of him made him shudder.

Holding Qishuang in his hand, Han Qi pierced Ji Ran's left shoulder with a sword.

Dark red blood continued to overflow from the wound, and the sapphire blue clothes had been stained dark purple.

Han Qi looked a little flustered, and hurriedly explained to Lin Qingzhou, "He bumped into it himself."

The blood on Ji Ran's face faded, it was frighteningly white, his figure swayed slightly, he seemed to be delirious, and murmured, "Master, I'm in so much pain."

Lin Qingzhou pursed her lips into a straight line, her face sank like water, without saying a word, she walked over Han Qi and carefully supported Ji Ran.

To prevent bleeding, without pulling out the Qishuang sword first, he grabbed Ji Ran's knees, trying to lift him up horizontally, but someone suddenly clenched his arms.

"Let me do it." Han Qi frowned.

Lin Qingzhou roughly brushed his hand away, picked up Ji Ran, called out the remaining broken sword, and drove towards Sishui City with the imperial sword.

Such Lin Qingzhou made Han Qi very uneasy.

He stepped on flowers and leaves all the way, chasing closely behind, his figure was extremely fast.

When Han Qi arrived at Ji Ran's mansion with lightness kung fu, the doctor had already removed the sword from Ji Ran's shoulder.

Holding the Qishuang sword in his hand, Lin Qingzhou walked out of the burning room, stood on the stone steps, and looked down at Han Qi.

Afterwards, he walked towards the water pavilion in the garden.

Han Qi followed behind him tacitly, like a child who has made a mistake, panicking.

"I didn't do it on purpose, he really bumped into it by himself." Once in the water pavilion, Han Qi explained.

Lin Qingzhou put the Xishuang sword on the desk in the water pavilion, looked at the blue waves outside the pavilion, and turned his back to the inside of the pavilion.

"Han Qi." His voice was as cold as jade.

Lin Qingzhou seldom called Han Qi by his full name, and his tone made Han Qi feel even more uneasy.

"You finally admitted me."

But Han Qi still couldn't restrain a trace of joy from growing in the cracks of anxiety, trembling.

"Ji Ran is my apprentice, and there is only a teacher-student relationship between me and him. I lied to you when I said he was my fiancé." Lin Qingzhou's voice was like calm pool water, without a single ripple.

When Han Qi heard this, his tense nerves eased, and the joy that grew out of the uneasiness in his heart instantly broke through all the barriers of uneasiness and grew into a towering tree.

However, Lin Qingzhou continued to say slowly, "I lied to you by showing that I liked you before."

Han Qi was stunned, and the corners of his mouth that had just been bent froze.

Suddenly, Lin Qingzhou turned around with a cold expression:

"I promised to be your Taoist partner, and I lied to you. That's why I feigned death and ran away, because I don't want to be with you at all! Not at all!"

Han Qi's lips were tightly pursed, and his eyes stared at Lin Qingzhou without blinking. In his usual cold eyes, apart from disbelief, the rest was full of pain.

Lin Qingzhou had a panoramic view of his painful expression, with a cruel and malicious smile on his lips:

"I never liked you, not even a little bit!"

"Everything I did for you before was for ulterior motives. I knew you would be the suzerain in the future, so I intentionally flattered you. I didn't expect you to be fooled so easily, and I took everything seriously!"

"Not only that, but I hate you from the bottom of my heart. You don't know how uncomfortable I am every time I approach you with my disgust."

"When I kissed you, I felt sick to my stomach. When I was hugged by you, I wished I could take a bath right away!"

Seeing Han Qi's complexion turning pale inch by inch, Lin Qingzhou felt a burst of joy of unknown origin.

Han Qi stared at Lin Qingzhou, his eyes were bloodshot, his lips trembled, and he paused every word:

"I do not believe!"