Aoyama sees me as I should

When the world is in chaos, heroes from all walks of life in the world almost all advocate martial arts. At the peak, hundreds of people come to ask questions every year, but they rarely intervene in the affairs of the common people in the world.In addition to the wars among the princes in various places, there are endless monsters and ghosts. The Yueqing faction can't be completely alone, and will send disciples down the mountain every month to kill demons and eliminate demons.

Ji Qingbai's cultivation level has reached the Profound Realm, and the No.1 martial artist of the Yueqing Sect naturally didn't have to bear the brunt of it. He went down the mountain in person every five days, and Changsheng received different treatment after him, so that the senior sisters and senior brothers often complained to him when they came back. .

Almost everyone said the word "good life" to him a hundred and eighty times.

"It's not that Master and I will go down the mountain." Chang Sheng explained with a good temper, "Master will go to Songling next month, and I want to go with him."

The senior sister on the side sighed, and her tone was not without envy: "With Master Qingbai's cultivation level, what are you afraid of? Ordinary demons and ghosts will not pay attention to masters."

There is only one disciple of Miyue Hall, and Chang Sheng usually practices martial arts with other disciples. Everyone knows that Ji Qingbai's elbow is turned inward and is about to break, so no matter what Chang Sheng learns, no one looks for him. trouble.

"Songling's evildoers are rampant, so it's the most unsafe." The brother sighed, "Indeed, only Master Qingbai can go."

Chang Sheng nodded: "I heard that there were several incidents of extermination over there, so Master is going to have a look."

The senior sister said again: "It's not just about destroying the door, it seems that I also went to a few martial arts, but they are all missing."

Changsheng didn't speak, but he had never heard of it, and Ji Qingbai didn't explain it to him in detail. Generally, Changsheng doesn't need to help when his master takes him down the mountain, just hide away and don't delay.

The senior brothers and sisters all praised him for his good life together, and Chang Sheng also responded with a smile. After class, he went back to the Obscure Moon Hall alone.

Ji Qingbai was meditating in the yard.

The fairy robes of the Yueqing sect are green lake green, but Ji Qingbai only wears smog blue. This color is actually very attractive, and if it is not done well, it will lose the charm of fairy spirit. Lake Green is really the one who stands out from the ground, only his master is the only one who stands out, with a temperament beyond dust, jade bones and ice heart.

Ji Qingbai had a cold temper, he was really a flower of high mountains on the top of the peak, he smiled a little when he saw Changsheng, and said lightly: "I'm back."

Changsheng also laughed, he ran to his master, and said courteously: "I have made some medicines recently, I can take them with me when I go to Songling this time."

After a long illness, he became a doctor. Changsheng has no talent in cultivation, but he has acquired a good medical skill. Whether it is medicine or poison, he is one of the best in the Yueqing school, even the pharmacists of the school can't compare.

"Don't work too hard." Ji Qingbai said, "Although Song Ling is dangerous, as a teacher, she can protect you well."

Chang Sheng: "I know that Master has a high level of cultivation and is not afraid of demons, but I don't want to hold Master back."

Ji Qingbai frowned, there was very little expression on his face, his facial features were clean, his willow-leaf eyes were full of Zen, and when he looked at people with his long eyelashes hidden, he was neither sad nor happy, neither angry nor angry.

"I don't think it's slowing you down as a teacher." Ji Qingbai said seriously, he stretched out and rubbed the top of Changsheng's head, "You are a good boy."

The life on Jueding Peak was not rushed, Chang Sheng packed his luggage in advance and prepared to go down the mountain with Ji Qingbai.

In the early morning dew, many brothers and sisters came to see him off, but because of Ji Qingbai's personality, few people got close to him.

Changsheng bid farewell to everyone, followed Ji Qingbai, and walked out of the mountain gate. Ji Qingbai summoned the sword and went down the mountain holding his apprentice Yujian.

There were prepared horses at the foot of the mountain, Ji Qingbai chose two and helped Changsheng up.

"I can do it myself." Changsheng always felt that Ji Qingbai was a little too protective, and said helplessly, "Master is the one, don't worry about me, so you can't stretch your feet."

Ji Qingbai got on his horse and said calmly, "I haven't met a demon yet, so it's fine."

The two of them rode their horses for a whole day, and in the evening they arrived at the post station near Songling to rest.There were not many people in the inn, there was a tea shed in front, Chang Sheng sat down, and cleaned Ji Qingbai's teacup.

As a result, not long after he rested, two casual cultivators walked in with their swords in hand.

Ji Qingbai had good eyesight, but Changsheng was a little curious, secretly listening to the two talking.

"That town is obviously wrong." One of them said with a pouty face, "Who knows whether those people inside are dead or alive."

The other looked troubled, and said: "Then you can't just tie up a child there...it's too cruel."

"That kid isn't human either." Ma Lian sighed, "I don't know which martial artist did it before, we'd better not get involved."

Chang Sheng couldn't bear it anymore, he leaned forward and took the initiative to talk: "Excuse me, did you two just come back from Song Ling?"

Ma Lian glanced at him, saw the lake-green Qingyue robe on his body, and felt something in his heart, arched his head, and said politely: "Exactly, this Shaoxiu is from the Qingyue sect, right?"

Chang Sheng bowed back: "We are going to Song Ling to do some business, and we want to ask you two about it."

Ma Lian hurriedly said: "It doesn't make sense to inquire about it, we just passed by, that place..." He paused, glanced at Ji Qingbai, and said carefully, "I suggest that you two proceed carefully, I'm afraid it's not very good."

Chang Sheng glanced at his master. Ji Qingbai lowered his eyes and drank his tea expressionlessly, as if he was not interested in talking to anyone. He finished his two cups of tea, left the copper coin, got up and said, "Let's go."

Chang Sheng gave a bow to the two casual cultivators, followed Ji Qingbai's back and left the tea shed.

Ji Qingbai didn't say where he was going, and Changsheng didn't have a chance to ask, the horses of the two were very tired after running for a day, and they snorted harder than usual, when they arrived at the entrance of Songling Town, the horses refused to be urged go forward.

Changsheng smelled the smell of blood in the wind.

Ji Qingbai got off his horse, and Changsheng followed. Seeing that Master wanted to stop him, Changsheng shook his head: "I'm carrying 'Mimeng', Master let me go."

Ji Qingbai frowned, seeing his apprentice persisted, he could only compromise and said, "Follow me."

Changsheng nodded, he is a martial artist after all, as long as Ji Qingbai doesn't use his sword, he can still keep up.

The master and apprentice saw the memorial archway in Songling Town when they were approaching the entrance of the town. It was already late and the full moon was hanging high. There was actually a person tied to the plaque.

Changsheng was even a little disgusted by the strong smell of blood. He was tied up so that he looked like a child. There was no good meat on his body, and there were welts and holes criss-crossing.

Ji Qingbai squinted his eyes for a while, then suddenly jumped up, Changsheng only saw a moon shadow passing by, the rope on the plaque was broken in two, the child fell headfirst, was embraced by Ji Qingbai's long arms, and hugged him. arms.

Changsheng hurried over.

Ji Qingbai's face sank like water, and he gently brushed aside the child's forehead hair, only then did Chang Sheng realize that the hair was covered with blood, which had already formed a lump, emitting a stench.

"He's still alive." Changsheng tried his nose, his voice trembling, "Who did it?"

Ji Qingbai glanced at the entrance of the town, and said lightly: "Blood nourishment, this is a formation method, and the whole town is nourished with this child's blood." After a pause, he seemed to snort, "It shouldn't be said that they It's human."

Changsheng anxiously said: "What should we do now?"

Ji Qingbai: "There are powerful martial artists in this town, and I should have found that the formation was broken by me." He glanced at the child in Changsheng's arms, his expression gradually complicated, "He is not human, we shouldn't save him like this."

Changsheng was startled, looked down for a long time, then raised his face again, hugged the person in his arms tightly, stared at Ji Qingbai closely, and said: "Master, even if this child is not human, he should not be treated like this."

Ji Qingbai didn't speak.

Changsheng knelt on the ground, unwilling to let go, and continued: "I was thrown at the foot of the mountain back then, and you were the one who saved me. In my heart, you are the real celestial immortal, compassionate and benevolent. I was raised by you. 20 You saved me years ago, so today I want to save this child and extend your blessing."

Ji Qingbai seemed to be struggling unbearably, and after a long while, he said hoarsely: "I don't have such great blessings, you don't know what he is at all, if you save him today, what will you do if you have any karma in the future?"

Changsheng didn't speak, he kowtowed hard, with the ashes on his forehead, and said in a muffled voice firmly: "That is also the karma of this disciple, and this disciple is willing to taste the fruit of evil and suffer all the evil retribution."

This swear is too poisonous.

Wu Xiu has a mouthful of karma, and he must not speak freely, Changsheng was raised by Ji Qingbai, as a father and mother, he knows best how stubborn and kind-hearted this child is.

Ji Qingbai knew that what he was saving was a hot potato, but even if he didn't have longevity, with his temper, he would not just sit idly by.

Sighing, Ji Qingbai cast a recovery spell on the child, and Chang Sheng was overjoyed. He hurriedly took out the precious medicinal materials that he had prepared earlier, and stuffed them into the child's mouth as if he didn't want money.

It is impossible for no one in the town to notice the time wasted. Ji Qingbai winked at Changsheng when he heard footsteps behind him.

The apprentice understood, tied him on his back, and stood behind Ji Qingbai.

"Where is the master here." The leader actually rode on a wild boar, with his chest open, his face full of flesh, and he said loudly, "It broke this formation all at once?"

Ji Qingbai turned around, the long sword held a flower in him, pointed the point of the sword to the ground, and cut across the waning moon.

"Since you want to fight, don't talk nonsense." Ji Qingbai said, raising his sword.

Standing there, he looked like an auspicious snow and green pine, with its sharp edge covering the moon, splitting the boundless night.