Zong Ci was extremely stiff. Even if the figure disappeared from the place, he did not dare to relax at all, walking on thin ice.
The spiritual consciousness of the monks in the Tribulation Stage can easily cover a hundred miles in radius. This is not the first time that Qing Xuzi's desire for control has been taught to Zongci. If he showed something wrong, he would be caught in the next moment.
The emperor of Chu State believed in being a couple for life, never opened a harem, and only married one queen. Although it effectively curbed the scandals in the harem and avoided the risk of heirs, the number of people was still sparse. It happened that in Zongci's generation, his mother died due to dystocia, leaving only Zongci, the eldest son who was under seven years old, and a younger brother who was under one year old.
Zongci's father, the king of Chu, suddenly died of illness. Before he could inherit the throne as a young emperor, the Qi army marched in. A huge palace was filled with blood, but only six-year-old Chu Ci survived.
There are only more than fifty people in the entire royal family tree, excluding those royal family members who are still waiting on the other side of the underworld and have not yet reincarnated. Among them, only one in ten thousand has the qualifications to cultivate immortals. From this look, Zong Ci's suspicion is too great.
The fact that the royal family of Chu State has the Dragon Seal is the biggest secret of Chu State. Only the descendants of the royal family are qualified to know this matter. After that night when the country and family were destroyed, not many people knew the secret.
But Zong Ci never guessed that Qing Xuzi was one of the people who happened to know this secret.
I was too careless.
His fingers slowly tightened in the warm spring water, and his knuckles turned white, with a sense of weakness after a disaster.
The young man slowly turned around and slid into the depths of the pool again, washing away the cold sweat that had accumulated all over his body.
Strands of ink hair/floating on the water, like dancing seaweed, rising and falling, full of fragility.
He didn't dare to get up now, nor did he dare to wash for too long. The thought of Qing Xuzi's consciousness might still stay nearby was like a ray of light on his back. So he hurriedly rinsed for a moment, then stood up and walked out of the water.
Perhaps because he was in a hurry, Qing Xuzi did not give him any clothes.
When picking up the clothes, Zong Ci was stunned for a moment.
This is a piece of clothing that Zong Ci is very familiar with.
The wide-sleeved robe is made entirely of top-quality moonlight cotton, with dark silver flying cloud patterns embroidered on the edges. It is elegant and atmospheric. If you get closer, you can even smell the light fragrance of cold plums.
If only the style and texture were the same, Zong Ci wouldn't be so surprised. After all, in his previous life, this outfit was made popular by the Lingyun Sword Master, sweeping the world of cultivation and becoming the standard for most sword cultivators.
But even the incense is the same, which is very intriguing.
His incense was bought from the Western Regions and was only offered as tribute to the royal family of the Western Regions. There was only one humble shop in the world of cultivation that sold it.
Zong Ci put on this thin robe, carefully tied the belt in front of him and buckled it.
After he was reborn, in order to avoid arousing suspicion, he did everything the opposite of his previous life. Sword Master Lingyun only wears white clothes, but Shi Zongci's wardrobe is full of black clothes. Now it is the first time to wear this familiar yet unfamiliar color.
Compared with Zong Ci's current young figure, this dress is too long, so long that the hem drags to the ground.
There were no towels near the spring, and the water droplets on his body when he came out of the bath were still stuck to his clothes. He could only hold up his soaked long hair with one hand and hang it aside to prevent the spring water from getting his dry clothes wet.
If there was doubt before, after getting dressed, this doubt became certainty.
As far back as he could remember, Qingxu had never worn clothes other than blue. Combined with the length of this piece of clothing—
What he was wearing was probably the clothes of Lingyun Sword Master in his previous life.
After realizing this, Zong Ci didn't know what to think. He thought of the mysterious man who would visit his tomb in Longguyuan during the Winter Clothes Festival every year. After a moment, he quickly rejected this conjecture, pursed his lips, stepped on the cold stone surface, and walked towards the wooden house.
"Uh-"
The sound of the quiet room door being opened was extremely harsh in the quiet courtyard, and the child in Tsing Yi standing in the quiet room turned around.
The young man stood at the door, against the light, his head slightly tilted to the side, and strings of water droplets fell down his slender arms to the wooden floor, making a clear "tick" sound.
He stood barefoot, with his toes glowing a lovely light pink. The white on his body even blended with the broken skylight behind him, making it extremely dazzling.
For a moment, Qingxu even thought that he had seen the person who only existed in the inner demon.
Zong Ci's inner vigilance reached its highest point.
Although they had been away for thousands of years, Zong Ci still felt unsure in front of his master, Qing Xuzi.
A teacher is like a father. Zong Ci has been with his master since he was seven years old. It is not an exaggeration to say that Qing Xuzi is the one who understands Zong Ci best.
"Thank you, senior, for your help."
Speaking of this, Zong Ci deliberately put on a hesitant look, "Last time in the Sutra Pavilion, I didn't know the identity of my senior, and I offended him a lot. I hope that my senior will forgive me."
In order to salute, he cupped his hands and bowed his head, his wet hair hanging down at his side, and a long water stain suddenly appeared on his white clothes.
“He who does not know is not guilty.”
The faint voice came from far to near. Looking from Zong Ci's perspective, the piece of green clothes stopped right in his field of vision.
Qing Xuzi walked up to him.
Blind areas of vision can easily cause people to feel insecure. Zong Ci was about to raise his head when he saw that young hand pointing towards him from the distance.
In an instant, all the damp hair and clothes were dried, exuding the warm smell of the sun.
Zong Ci's back was already soaked, and he could barely control himself to raise his head, "Senior, you are so generous, thank you very much, senior."
In his perception, Qingxu was cold and ruthless, and even the eldest disciple in his previous life would never act in such a humane way.
Could it be that... he discovered something
This realization caused a small shiver to run down Zong Ci's spine unconsciously.
The most striking features of a possessed person are blood-stained red pupils, a body full of demonic aura, and a torso bone that is completely infected by demonic aura.
But as long as they can survive the huge momentum caused by becoming a demon and successfully escape into the devil's path, the demon cultivator can also forge his identity.
They can change the color of their eyes and contain their demonic energy. As long as the wounds are not too deep, no one will notice the bones that are as black as ink.
With Qing Xuzi's level of paranoia, Zong Ci had no doubt that if he exposed the fact that he was not dead, it would definitely lead to another destruction.
Taoist couples who have been together for a hundred years can be killed without mercy, and disciples who have been together for a thousand years are not willing to trust them at all. What else can such a person not do
He maintained his superficial expression, but felt bitter in his heart.
But Qingxu must not have discovered this biggest secret, otherwise he wouldn't have spent time dealing with him here now.
However, Qing Xuzi's next sentence directly lifted Zong Ci's mind.
The green-robed Taoist boy stared at him closely, "I think you have good bones. Are you willing to join me?"
He was silent for a while, "To tell you what my senior said... I have no intention of becoming a disciple."
"oh?"
In the flash of lightning, Zong Ci knew very clearly that this time he might not be as simple and kind as the Xuanji Sword Immortal.
On the contrary, because of Qing Xuzi's words, all his previous fears and doubts were like being poured into an iron weight, sinking to the bottom one after another.
"Thanks to the great love of my seniors, my body and bones are too weak, so it is difficult to make any progress in my cultivation."
He brought out the theory that he had rejected Xuan Ji before.
"interesting."
Qing Xuzi chuckled, "Do you know who I am?"
"I don't know, disciple." Zong Ci is neither humble nor arrogant, "But you live on the main peak, and your cultivation is unpredictable. It's just that my health is not good, I don't want to be bound by this path, I just want to be like a wandering cloud and wild crane."
This time the rejection was more firm, and a trace of obvious worry flashed across the face of the Taoist boy in green.
"The courage is quite good."
Qing Xuzi looked at the young man in front of him and felt that he was similar to the disciple in his memory, but there were obvious differences.
What exactly is this difference? Qingxu can't say clearly, but he does have some mysterious and mysterious premonition. There was no clue to this premonition, which made him restless and anxious.
There is only one word difference between Zong Ci and Chu Ci.
He wanted to see if he was the reincarnation of Ling Yun.
Qingxu flicked his sleeves coldly, and a jade token suddenly flew out from under his sleeves and crashed into the young man's hand, "From now on, you can live in peace in this cave on the main peak."
This actually directly ignored Zong Ci's wishes and excuse for poor health.
Zong Ci's heart sank slightly, but he wasn't surprised at all.
Qing Xuzi has always been arbitrary and has no regard for the existence of others.
Thousands of years have passed and it remains the same.
I'm sorry, my junior.
Zong Ci silently apologized in his heart and said calmly, "But the disciple has a master-disciple agreement with Master Xuanji Peak."
"so what?"
The Taoist boy in green asked back, with an obvious insouciance in his tone that belonged to a superior.
"Does he dare to come and ask for someone from me?"
Of course not.
In this Taiyan Sect, no one can disobey Patriarch Qingxu’s decision.
Zong Ci grabbed the jade plaque in his hand and stood in the quiet room, feeling a little funny.
In his previous life, he climbed the ladder to get relief, and his junior brother also knelt in the rain for three days before gaining hope for entry. Everyone in the cultivation world was so excited that they didn't even dare to think that the master would take the initiative to accept a disciple.
The wood has become a boat, and there is no way to turn it around.
The young man swallowed the bitterness in his mouth and scribbled, "In that case, I will leave it to you to do as you please."
He turned around, straightened his back while facing the gaze behind him, and walked out of the cave step by step.
Zong Ci knew that although he had not revealed the ultimate secret of Ling Yun's death, Qing Xuzi had already become suspicious.
This feeling of walking on a tightrope, being startled at every step, and being in danger everywhere is not a good feeling, and it also reminds him of many past events.
There were many times when Zong Ci thought there were many things that only he knew, but in fact Qing Xuzi knew everything.
For example, one time Zong Ci went down the mountain to buy a piece of jade that was completely made of ice. The next day, the master gave him a piece of ancient jade that was even more transparent and priceless. For example, the owner of Yaowang Valley once said that he had admired Ling Yun, the leader of the Taiyan Sect for a long time, but he wanted to meet him, but then disappeared. For example, Zong Ci drank some wine with a new friend he made, and Qingxu punished him by spending a day soaking in a wine spring, which made him feel nauseated after seeing wine for several years.
There were so many examples, reflected in all aspects, that he could hardly breathe.
Fortunately, later on, Qingxu accepted another closed disciple, and Zong Ci's cultivation level improved. He practiced outside all year round, and it was difficult to return to the main peak even once, and then he gradually improved.
Unexpectedly, I could not escape even if I relived my life.
He lowered his eyebrows, smiled bitterly in his heart, raised his head and looked around.
There are four caves on the main peak, located in the center of the top spiritual veins of the entire Taiyan Sect. Surrounded by spiritual springs, it can be called a geomantic treasure land, divided into heaven and earth, black and yellow.
Tianzi Cave Mansion is located in the center, surrounded by three other cave homes. The lower level is quiet and quiet. It was also the place where Zong Ci lived in his previous life.
The Dizi Cave Mansion is where Qing Xuzi retreats, and the Huangzi Cave Mansion is where his junior brother Lingchou lives.
Among these caves, Xuanzi and Tianzi are relatively close to each other, but this cave has been uninhabited for many years.
But now when he looked up, Zong Ci saw several Taoist boys wearing moon-white robes standing on both sides outside Xuanzi Cave Mansion.
He is from Tianjimen.
He suddenly remembered the scene he saw in front of Lingguang Hall that day.
Tomorrow is the big day for the Tianji Sect Master to preach in public. As a distinguished guest of the Taiyan Sect, it is not too much to live on the main peak.
Thinking of the Tianji Sect Master who was completely different from what he remembered, Zong Ci unconsciously exerted force on his palms. When Jade Pai's palm felt a slight sting, he suddenly let go and lowered his head.
On the jade plaque that Qing Xuzi handed him, there was a neat "Heaven" written on it.