After wearing a book, I am a scumbag

Right now, there is no perfect way to deal with the Earth Fissure. Wen Tang's sudden attack made the situation even more precarious.

Lin Qingzhou's heart sank, even though Wen Tang is not what it used to be, she still has good thoughts in her heart.

It's not like Wen Tang's style to slaughter other sects.

I'm afraid it has something to do with that fierce sword.

While thinking about it, Lin Qingzhou and Han Qi Yujian had arrived in front of the mountain gate of Lingxiao Peak.

It was originally a majestic mountain gate, but it was cut into two by the sword wind and collapsed to the ground.

Wen Tang's robe was slightly bulging, and he held the sword in both hands, and the flame-like mark between his eyebrows was particularly eye-catching.

He stood on the collapsed mountain gate, his eyes were cold and condescending, as if looking down on all living beings.

Behind him are the members of the Yutian Sect who are wearing strong and persistent clothes.

Some float in mid-air on magic instruments, some stand on the steps in front of the mountain gate with swords in their hands, and some stand on treetops with bows and arrows.

It was so vast and dense that there were thousands of people.

There is no need for Han Qi to order this end.

The disciples of Qingxu Sword Sect who heard the sound all rushed towards this side at the same time, spontaneously standing behind Han Qi and Lin Qingzhou who were standing behind the mountain gate, also waiting in full force.

Cui Rugu came with his sword and stood behind Han Qi. He was shocked when he saw Lin Qingzhou.

At this end, Wen Tangshui glanced at Lin Qingzhou as if there was no trace, only looking at Han Qi, and said in a cold voice:

"You are the Suzerain of the Qingxu Sword Sect?"

Han Qi frowned, Wen Tang's strange eyes did not seem to be deliberately provocative, but genuinely asked questions.

Moreover, his demeanor and voice are completely different from those in the past.

Lin Qingzhou beside her also saw the clue, frowning slightly:

"This person is not Wen Tang."

Han Qi nodded, looking at the sword Wen Tang was holding, with some clarity.

Seeing Han Qi ignoring him, but talking with his fellow disciples, Wen Tang's face became even colder:

"How about I make a deal with Sect Master Han?"

Han Qi's voice was as cold as ice: "What deal?"

Wen Tang hooked the corners of his mouth slantingly, with a hint of evil in his smile:

"If you are willing to bring all the monks of the sect and submit to the Yutian sect, I will let the Qingxu sword sect live."

Lishan Palace refused to surrender, so the whole faction died.

Han Qi sneered: "Want to unify the cultivation world?"

Wen Tang was surprised, his eyes showed real approval:

"Sect Master Han is indeed a smart person, I believe you will not be ignorant of current affairs."

Han Qi's eyes were as sharp as a sword: "Then I'm afraid you will be disappointed."

Wen Tang, or the fierce sword spirit, was very patient: "Sect Master Han, don't think about it anymore?"

Han Qi's face was covered with frost, and he sneered with mockery.

He didn't speak, but he gave the clearest answer.

The two stopped talking.

The sound of the long sword being drawn out of its sheath, the sound suppressed Xingyun.

Where the sword light bloomed, it was as bright as day.

Between the heaven and the earth, it fell into gloom for an instant, the wind suddenly picked up, the dust was flying, the trees were broken, and the dead branches and broken leaves danced wildly.

In the turbid and unclear air, the figures of the two wrestling with each other were as sensitive as lightning, as quick as stone fire, and could not be distinguished by naked eyes.

It can only be seen that two dazzling sword lights, one white and one red, cut the gray and gloomy sky to pieces.

The heavy coercion exuded by Gao Xiu's fighting skills was like a roaring tsunami, and it swayed in all directions like the sky was collapsing.

The disciples of the immortal and demon sects below, even though their cultivation bases are medium, many of them couldn't stand upright.

But those with low cultivation bases were even more tragic. Many people even fell to the ground in embarrassment, with bright red blood overflowing from their mouths.

Lin Qingzhou and Cui Rugu stood on one side, their chests stagnant for a while, looking at the fighting figures in the air, with worried expressions on their faces.

The wound on Han Qi's body has not healed, so if he fights with Wen Tang at this time, he might not last long.

Lin Qingzhou's heart can't stop for a long time.

Master Chunweizi has traveled all over the world, but he is not in Fuyu Mountain.

Today's fierce fight, I'm afraid it's hard to be kind.

However, after hundreds of rounds, the two are still tied.

When Lin Qingzhou was frowning, apart from the red and white sword lights in the air, a purple light burst out, shaped like a gourd.

It's an evil spirit bottle.

Han Qi drives the Zhenxie bottle, trying to put the fierce sword spirit into the bottle.

The purple awns flourished, and the red sword light gradually weakened.

The white sword light gradually gained the upper hand.

The accident happened suddenly, and the red light flashed to Lin Qingzhou's side.

Lin Qingzhou tried two tricks with him, but was invincible, and was held hostage by Wen Tang.

Seeing this, Han Qi's expression darkened, and he quickly retracted the evil spirit bottle with gestures.

If he continues to drive the demon-suppressing bottle, Lin Qingzhou will also be affected, and will be put into the bottle together with Wen Tang.

The mortal flesh and body will instantly turn into ashes when it enters the evil spirit bottle.

Wen Tang held the fierce sword in his hand, and put it across Lin Qingzhou's neck, and said arrogantly with a smile:

"Sect Master Han, why don't you continue?"

Han Qi floated to the ground, his face was extremely ugly, his whole body was filled with murderous intent, he gritted his teeth and said, "You—"

Knowing that he had grasped Han Qi's weakness, Wen Tang showed color on his face, and hurriedly retreated with Lin Qingzhou, wanting to take the opportunity to withdraw.

Lin Qingzhou is not a soft persimmon to be manipulated.

The hand in his sleeve, the palm secretly concentrated.Flipping his wrist, he fiercely attacked Wen Tang behind him.

Unexpectedly, Wen Tang had no time to dodge, and was slapped tightly on the waist and abdomen, and immediately wiped the long sword in Lin Qingzhou's neck.

Her body was like snow, light like flowing clouds, Lin Qingzhou's figure flashed, and she avoided it very quickly.

Wen Tang was offended, his warm brows became ferocious.

He moves very fast.

At this end, Han Qi was about to raise his sword and jump forward.

Before Lin Qingzhou could see how Wentang moved, there was a momentary chill on her neck, and the sound of flesh breaking.

The unbearable pain, accompanied by the slightest chill, seemed to permeate his soul along the wound on his neck.

It made him twitch and tremble.

The blood on the neck gushed out like a spring, drawing an arc in the air.

His eyes were wide open, looking at the bright red, which fell from the air without strength, like a piece of discarded paper.

At the critical moment of life and death, he urgently tapped the system 233, and the little spicy chicken who had never been absent was silent this time.

After feigning death to escape and deceive people, he gave back with evil force. This time, he might really die in place this time.

Closing his eyes, this was the last thought in his mind before he lost consciousness.

......

Slowly opened his eyelids, Lin Qingzhou, who had lost a lot of blood, was exhausted and barely supported the bed to stand up straight.

Although his mind was a little dizzy and his thoughts were not clear, he still immediately recognized that this room belonged to him.

The pain in his neck reminded him of what had happened.

He touched his neck, and his fingers touched a bandaged cloth strip.

He didn't even die?

Suspicion lingered in his heart, he pushed open the door and walked to the courtyard, only to see Han Qi coming with a medicine bowl in his hand.

Han Qi curled his lips: "Wake up, drink your medicine."

Lin Qingzhou walked up to him: "How long have I been in a coma?"

Han Qi: "Three days."

Lin Qingzhou wondered: "Isn't I seriously injured?"

Han Qi handed him the medicine bowl, and said softly, "It's okay, I'm here."

Lin Qingzhou took the medicine, frowned and drank it in one gulp.

Noticing Han Qi's pale complexion, Lin Qingzhou called to stop him who took the medicine bowl and was about to leave:

"What's wrong with you? You don't look very good, are you injured?"

Han Qi glanced at him deeply, delighted at his concern: "I'm fine, you have a good rest."

Lin Qingzhou seemed to be persuaded and didn't delve into it, just nodded with a smile:

"That's good."

After Han Qi left Chengwu Youxin, Lin Qingzhou walked to Baopu Peak without saying a word, looking for Cui Rugu.

In front of the bookshelf of Qiushui Pavilion, Cui Rugu was looking through books, looking for ways to deal with the Earth Fissure.

Lin Qingzhou didn't beat around the bush: "Did I get hurt badly that day?"

Cui Rugu pursed the corners of his lips and nodded.

Lin Qingzhou frowned: "Han Qi saved me?"

Cui Ruyuan closed the pages of the book and let out a long sigh: "Yes."

Lin Qingzhou's eyes sharpened: "How did you save it?"

"This, I promised him that I won't say anything." Cui Rugu looked embarrassed.

As soon as the voice fell, Lin Qingzhou didn't talk nonsense, and pulled out a talisman from his sleeve, and quickly pinched a tactic with his fingers.

Cui Rugu began to hold a book and laughed so hard that tears flowed down his face.

Lin Qingzhou cast a curse on him, and if he didn't break the curse, he could keep laughing.

Cui Ruzhi, who was dripping with tears, rolled up a book, raised his hands high, and wanted to smash Lin Qingzhou's dog's head, but he couldn't even laugh, so he could only bang his head against the bookshelf.

Lin Qingzhou said seriously: "Can you talk now?"

Cui Rugu wiped away a tear from the corner of his eye, and smiled vaguely: "Hahaha, okay, hahaha..."

Lin Qingzhou immediately released his curse.

Both Lin Qingzhou and Han Qi vividly interpret the so-called forgetting righteousness when they see sex.

One threatened him viciously not to speak, and the other used non-violent means to force him to submit.

Cui Ruzhi sniffed: "It's really not a family, don't go into a family."

Lin Qingzhou scolded lightly: "Stop talking nonsense."

Cui Rugu lost his joking expression, and his expression became slightly condensed: "At that time, Wen Tang sealed your throat with a sword, and you only had one breath left."

Lin Qingzhou's heart sank.

"It's a mandarin duck deed, and he used a mandarin duck deed." Cui Ruyuan continued.

A mandarin duck contract, the two people who form the contract share the number of people, live and die together, and cannot live alone.

That day when Lin Qingzhou stepped into the loess, his voice was about to die, but Han Qi formed a pact with him in time to bring his life back.

He is still alive today, all thanks to Han Qi's strength.

In other words, every minute and every second he is living now is consuming Han Qi's life.

Han Qi's face was pale, but he was not injured.It was because Lin Qingzhou was seriously injured...

Lin Qingzhou's heart was ups and downs, and she walked towards Heming Jiugao with a little quick footsteps, the words Cui Rugu said kept echoing in her mind, each sound was louder...

"After he formed a bond with you, he immediately ordered all the monks present at that time not to speak out. Otherwise, they will be severely punished."

"Especially me, he put the sword on my neck and 'told' me to keep my mouth shut..."

"He said he didn't want you to feel guilty or grateful for him..."

He Ming Jiu Gao.

Lin Qingzhou hurried all the way to the gate of the courtyard, her pace gradually slowed down.

In the study room burning with incense, books are piled up on the table like a mountain, Han Qi is holding a pen in his hand, sketching something quickly.

Lin Qingzhou stepped into the study lightly, he raised his head, frowned and said softly:

"Why don't you take a good rest and recuperate?"

Lin Qingzhou didn't say a word, just looked at him fixedly.

Step by step, she walked behind the desk and hugged him tightly from his side.

Han Qi's soul trembled, and he was stunned.

This is the first time Lin Qingzhou has taken the initiative to hug him since the farewell.

He was flattered, and his whole body was frozen as if by a spell, and he didn't dare to move, for fear that a small movement would startle people away.

Let the pen and ink in your hand drop on the paper, and it will smudge.

For a long time, Lin Qingzhou didn't say a word, opened her mouth and bit his shoulder fiercely.

Han Qi didn't frown, his deep and sweet voice was still gentle:

"why?"

Lin Qingzhou let go of her mouth, her heart was sore and soft, and she said bitterly: "Because you are stupid."

Is Han Qi really stupid? There is no reason for Lin Qingzhou's abnormal behavior.

After thinking for a while, Han Qi said in a deep voice, "You went to find Cui Rugu?"

Lin Qingzhou nodded truthfully.

Han Qi's heart sank, and his complexion sank at a speed visible to the naked eye.

With negligible strength, he tried to break free from Lin Qingzhou's arms:

"Don't feel guilty about me."

"I am willing."

Lin Qingzhou hugged her arms even tighter, and said in a low voice, "Do you remember the last time I bit you?"

Han Qi said without hesitation, "Remember—"

His words came to an abrupt end.

Lin Qingzhou only bit Qi Han's shoulder, not his.

In an instant, he had an epiphany.

Lin Qingzhou has long recognized that Qi Han is him, and has long known that he is the one who has experienced life and death with him, and shared weal and woe...

Then, when Lin Qingzhou said Xinyue Qi Han...

Han Qi's heart trembled, but he still couldn't believe it. He turned around and looked at Lin Qingzhou, only to see the corners of his eyes glowing red.

Lin Qingzhou frowned slightly: "I'm not guilty of you."

Han Qi's expression moved slightly.

Lin Qingzhou looked straight into his eyes: "I'm not happy with others, I need to say more - um..."

Sealed with a kiss.

The lips were sucked by the hot lips, and the warm and wet tongue rushed in, and no sound could be made anymore.

There was a bang in Lin Qingzhou's mind, leaving only a blank.

When the situation was disturbed in his mouth, a strong force was grabbed around his waist, and he was hugged by Han Qi who stood up and sat on the desk.

Only then did he come to his senses, even though he was breathless from being kissed, he hooked Han Qi's neck with both hands without forgetting, and began to respond between his lips and teeth.

And this response made the movements between Han Qi's lips more rough and crazy.

Breathing and smelling each other, lips and tongues intertwined, never separated for a long time.

It wasn't until Lin Qingzhou's rational tears flowed from the corner of his eyes that Han Qi withdrew and kissed the tear.

The foreheads of the two touched each other, panting lightly.

Looking at each other, the two hugged each other tacitly, and the two beating hearts were very close, very close.

......

As Lin Qingzhou said, within a few days, the cracks on the ground of Fuyu Mountain's peaks began to overflow with black air, and cracks appeared in other sects one after another.

There is not much time left.

Han Qi, Zhenjun Wenqing, Zhenjun Nanchen, and the Six Immortals will discuss strategies in Guiyuan Hall every day, but so far they have not come up with a perfect solution.

Lin Qingzhou knows better than anyone else that it is absolutely impossible to solve the Earth Fissure without bloodshed.

Someone must sacrifice for it.

In the book, before the situation deteriorated, the high cultivators of the sect also gathered to discuss in this way, but they were forced to the end of the mountain, and in the end they had to use the most tragic and effective method.

Now, his life is given by Han Qi, and it is connected with Han Qi's fate, his lips are dead and his teeth are cold...

He decided to talk to Han Qi about this matter.

Coming out of traveling with objects, Lin Qingzhou walked through the quiet bamboo forest, and walked towards Heming Jiugao with a heavy heart.

Walking on the bluestone path under the Ruomu tree, a murderous sword wind suddenly slashed down from the top of his head.

He was about to recover from his injuries, so he quickly dodged to avoid it.

Yin Xi held a long sword in his white hand, and it fell to the ground, his handsome eyebrows and eyes were full of murderous hatred.

"You're not dead," he clenched his teeth, and continued to attack with his sword. "If you're not dead, I'll send you to die."

Yin Xibai was recuperating at Guangwei Daoist, saw him living in Chengwuyouxin, asked the disciples of Qingxu Sword Sect, and just now learned that he was not a substitute at all.

"That depends on whether you have the ability." Lin Qingzhou chuckled, avoided the sword move, and summoned the Snow Song Sword.

Yin Xibai lost to Lin Qingzhou's swordsmanship, and fell behind after three or five sword moves.

Although Yin Xibai'en is hateful for avenging his revenge, but if Lin Qingzhou is to take his life, he still refuses to do it, and none of the moves he uses are killer moves.

He held Yin Xibai's sword, and suddenly, a gust of sword wind pierced through the air, the sword light flashed, and Yin Xibai's head was instantly cut off and rolled on the ground.

The arrogant person just now turned into a headless corpse in the blink of an eye, and fell to the ground exhausted.

Looking at where the sword wind came from, Wen Tang walked out from behind a Ruomu tree, Lin Qingzhou's neck felt cold, as if he was facing a formidable enemy, he couldn't help taking a few steps back.

Wen Tang looked sour, and hurriedly stepped forward: "Don't be afraid, it's me."

With the familiar clear voice and no mark between the eyebrows, Lin Qingzhou calmed down:

"Wen Tang?"

Wen Tang nodded, and glanced at the cloth strip on Lin Qingzhou's neck, feeling pain in his heart:

"sorry."

Lin Qingzhou vividly remembers the days when she lost her spiritual power and was imprisoned in Yutianzong.

He still looked vigilant: "What are you doing here?"

"I'm here to see you for the last time." Wen Tang replied.

When Lin Qingzhou was puzzled, Wen Tang suddenly walked up to him and grabbed his hand.

His hand struggled subconsciously, and his palm was stuffed into the hilt of the sword.

"What do you mean?" Lin Qingzhou looked at the Three Poison Sword in his hand in confusion.

Wen Tang's voice trembled, and his palm wrapped around his palm forcefully: "Kill me."

After a pause, he added: "Use this sword to kill me."

Lin Qingzhou was stunned: "What?!"

"Kill me, he can only return to the sword, and can no longer use my hands to do evil," Wen Tang looked down at his bloody hands, "As long as you kill me, the fierce sword is heavy, and the disturbed The world of comprehension can return to peace."

The "he" in his mouth refers to the fierce sword spirit.

Lin Qingzhou shook his head in disapproval.

Wen Tang still doesn't know that the biggest catastrophe in the cultivation world today is not the fierce sword, but the upcoming earth fissure.

However, he didn't explain anything.

If the Earth Fissure is successfully resolved, the existence of the Fierce Sword Spirit will still pose a threat to the entire cultivation world.

However, Lin Qingzhou couldn't swing the sword to kill Wentang, and his fellow disciples fought against each other.

Thinking of Wentang's innocent lives, he said coldly:

"You deserve to die, but you shouldn't die in my hands. Find someone else to do it."

Tears welled up in Wen Tang's eyes, and he knelt down in front of him with a bang:

"I just want to die by your sword."

"Get up." He took a step back, and Wen Tang took a step closer on his knees.

"Brother Qingzhou, are you afraid of getting your hands dirty?" Wen Tang asked tremblingly.

Lin Qingzhou frowned and shook his head.

Seeing that he was slow to move, Wen Tang's eyes were moist, and he raised his head and urged:

"Brother Qingzhou, do it quickly, my consciousness will soon be replaced by his, so do it quickly."

Her heart ached slightly, but thinking of missing this opportunity, life would be ruined, Lin Qingzhou closed her eyes and opened them again, clenching her teeth:

"it is good."

He held the Three Poison Sword in his hand, with the tip of the sword facing Wentang.

Looking down, Wentang's eyes were shining brightly, but there was a faint detached smile on the corner of his mouth.

After all, Lin Qingzhou is not really ruthless. The person in front of him is Wen Tang, the little junior who used to pester him to play with him, how can he do it.

He was in a daze, and the Three Poison Sword was drawn forward by a force.

Puff, the sound of flesh and blood breaking apart sounded.

Wen Tang's chest was pierced by a sword.

The fingers holding the blade were dripping with blood, Wen Tang squeezed out a smile, blood dripped down his lips, and his mouth was ambiguous: "...Brother Qingzhou, in the next life you..."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly lowered his head, as if he didn't know what the pain was, he pulled out the long sword submerged in his chest forcefully with his fingers, and the bright red blood spattered out.

Lin Qingzhou was terrified, and his fingers that were clenched on the hilt of the sword were released.

It was too late and then too fast, Wen Tang flipped his wrist, Lin Qingzhou sensed the killing intent, but it was too late to dodge to the side.

The situation turned sharply within a few breaths, Lin Qingzhou's chest felt cold, and the Three Poison Sword had already sunk into his chest.

"What are you waiting for in the next life, let's die together!"

Wen Tang was covered in blood, his face twisted and growled ferociously, and he rushed towards Lin Qingzhou.

God, are you fucking playing with me? !

The seamless channel switching is too fast.

Lin Qingzhou was roaring in his heart, unable to stand with a sword in his body, and was knocked down to the ground by the fierce sword spirit.

Still didn't think it was enough, the fierce sword spirit carried him and rolled around on the flat ground several times.

"stop!"

In the unbearable pain, Lin Qingzhou heard the extremely familiar deep and cold voice from far to near.

However, the feeling of body suspension followed immediately.

He fell into the crack of the ground together with the fierce sword spirit.

The cold wind whistled past his ears and shone into the cracks in the sky. He saw a black figure and jumped down.

The body fell down sharply, and the fierce sword spirit grabbed his wrist, sometimes turning into a gentle and jade-like appearance, and sometimes turning into a ferocious face.

Looking at the blood-stained clothes, Lin Qingzhou thought to himself, probably it is really impossible to live today.

From the bottomless abyss, there was a faint and eerie laughter.

Thousands of ghosts and corpses?

At this moment, Lin Qingzhou found that she was not afraid. Thinking that the man was chasing after her, she felt a little at ease in her heart.

He tried his best and shouted at Han Qi: "Han Qi! Repair the ground crack!"

A deep and cold voice came calmly and without wave:

"it is good!"

Up to now, the ending is almost the same as what he thought, only a little earlier.

Today, he wanted to discuss with Han Qi about repairing the ground crack.

It's just that he didn't expect that Wentang would show up halfway.

Today, he and Han Qi repaired the cracks in the ground and died here, and the evil of getting rid of the three poisons was incidental.

It's just a little pity that when he reached the end of his life, he couldn't get closer to Han Qi.

Her thoughts gradually became trance, and Lin Qingzhou closed her eyes wearily.

Before his consciousness was completely lost, there seemed to be a dazzling flash of light before his eyes.

......

"God, wake up!"

In a hazy state of mind, the arm was gently pushed, and the childish voice reached Lin Qingzhou's ears.

His eyelids were as heavy as a thousand pounds, and he opened them with great effort.

A white, immature, innocent face fell into his eyes.

The little boy with a double bun looked at him with a blushing brow.

The author has something to say: hold on, we can win.If it is he, it is he.

In the ending, there is no shit, no knife.

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