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Rong Jue entered the demon world in her last life and fought against the world of self-cultivation.
From a cultivator to a demon cultivator, he is all too aware of the cultivator's weakness.
Cultivators all draw spiritual energy like their body, and they run in their dantian, and spiritual energy is too important for them.
The spiritual energy of the cultivator must be pure and unmixed, and it is slightly infected by the devilish energy, which can cause severe pain and incomparable weakness in the body.
But now, Shi Qing, who had lost his spiritual energy, was invaded by him.
His demonic energy will always be hidden there, just like the spiritual energy of Simultaneous Qing is hidden in his dantian. As long as Rong Jue thinks about it, and if he moves his mind a little, his demonic energy will invade Shiqing's heart veins domineeringly. Inflicts severe pain infecting the opponent's spiritual energy.
In other words, whether Shi Qing's life can be saved depends on Rong Jue's thought.
Demon Venerable can directly turn his face, avenge his original grievance, or directly ask Shi Qing why he wanted to damage his spiritual roots and sacrifice a lot of spiritual power to protect his life.
But now, with his weak body, the superior, who was gasping for breath in his arms, Rong Jue had only one thought.
Putting this hypocrite who was high above the ground with a gentleman's face, but who did evil to him, let him also feel what it was like to be a mermaid.
Rong Jue strode into the house.
Whether in this life or in the previous life, he will never be out of Shiqing's residence in the future.
As soon as you enter the door, the room is filled with the scent of phoenix wood.
He frowned, but didn't show anything, but moved towards the couch with a clear goal.
Shi Qing's bed was covered with a cloud bed.
The cloud bed is similar to the phoenix wood fragrance, and it is also an expensive luxury. As the name suggests, it is as comfortable as lying on the cloud.
But most of the cultivators don't care about their quality of life, and most of the cloud beds are sold to some second-generation cultivators who can't practice.
Rong Jue was not surprised why Shi Qing used a cloud bed. He was raised by his predecessor, or he would not have humiliated his disciples so unscrupulously.
"Well… "
The person in his arms was already blurred by pain, and fine beads of sweat were oozing out of his forehead, and he seemed to be weak even when he was breathing.
Demon Venerable placed the opponent on the cloud bed with ease, and was about to let go when the man with his eyes closed in pain suddenly grabbed his sleeve.
The slender and fair fingers were so hard that they turned white, but they were so weak that Rong Jue could easily wave them down.
The prey fell into the net, and the Demon Venerable had no need to cover it up. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised on his sunny and handsome face, and his eyes were dark.
Rong Jue lowered her body and faced Shi Qing, which was a dangerously close distance.
From this angle, he could clearly see Shi Qing's slightly wrinkled brows, and the red lips pursed from the pain.
Indeed a beauty.
Mozun thought, stretched out his hand, just like Shiqing did last night, gently brushing away the messy hair of Shangzun.
He opened his mouth, and there was no worry in his voice, but full of satisfaction: "Master?"
Rong Jue was not worried that Shi Qing would find out what was wrong with him.
How to find out.
Now that Shi Qing's life is in his hands, and the place is full of restrictions, even if he does what he does to Shi Qing here, no one in the Scarlet Cloud Sect can find out.
Apparently, the beleaguered Master couldn't find out what was wrong with him. Shi Qing, who was breathing hard because of the pain, didn't even open his eyes.
Shang Zun gasped weakly. He could be called a greenhouse flower since he was a child. He couldn't bear the pain, and his voice trembled:
"You don't want... don't go to the west side."
West side
Rong Jue looked back at the place that Shi Qing said. He is now cultivating his magic power at a very fast speed. When he looks over, he can clearly see that there is a ban on the seemingly ordinary wall. Full of all kinds of rare treasures.
The smile on the corner of his mouth gradually cooled down, and indifferently and mockingly, he looked back at Shi Qing's thin white hand clutching his sleeve tightly.
As expected of Shi Qing Shang Zun.
Even at this time, he is dedicated to protecting his babies.
In the eyes of his good master, his Rong Jue is probably the kind of arrogant rebel who can steal treasures.
That being the case, it is only natural for him, a madman, to do some excessive things.
The little pity that Mozun raised because of Shi Qing's beautiful face quickly dissipated.
The belt made of cloud satin slid down smoothly with his movements, and the wide and light blue shirt was no longer bound and quickly slid to both sides along with it.
The beauty has black hair, and her blue shirt is all gone.
Soon, Shi Qing only had his middle clothes left.
The Demon Venerable looked at the scene in front of him, leaned down with a smile, his eyes were dark and deep, even darker and richer than the water in the Demon World's Upper Demon Pond.
His voice was slightly hoarse, and the end of his voice lifted up happily: "Master, are you hot? This disciple will help you relieve the fever."
The superior was still unaware because he was trying his best to resist the pain, and groaned softly.
Rong Juequan thought he had acquiesced, reached out his hand with a happy feeling of opening a gift, and landed it on the other's hair.
The Shang Zun's hair rose and fell along with the master's rapid breathing, which also caused a little trouble to the Demon Zun's movements.
Rong Jue can be opened directly and neatly, but he doesn't.
He enjoys the feeling of slowly pulling up the other person's hair like this, especially if the body of his subordinates is not aware of the danger, and is moving with difficulty, with a vibrato, even as if there is a crying tone, calling him name.
"Rong Jue..."
The Demon Venerable took his hand holding his cuff, and followed the slender wrist that seemed to be broken with a slight movement.
He clenched it maliciously, looking at the master who was unable to writhe and struggle because of the pain.
"Master, the disciple is here."
"You, don't go to the west side..."
The person on the couch repeated it gently and with difficulty.
It hurts like this, still thinking about the treasure on the west side.
The ridicule in Rong Jue's eyes was even heavier. He stopped delaying and slowly set the strands of hair aside, revealing the delicate face of the owner of the strands of hair, Yu Bai, to Demon Venerable's eyes.
Demon Venerable looked at the beautiful and slender neck, it really made me want to pinch it.
The owner of the neck is still saying weakly:
"Then... I put a ban on you, and your cultivation base is completely ruined now. If you touch the ban, I'm afraid it will kill you."
The Demon Venerable's hand stopped.
He looked at the Master with his eyes closed, Bai Shengsheng's face was full of sweat.
The pain made him lose his once aloofness and become as weak and pitiful as a mortal.
With his other hand on his heart, a crystal teardrop was overflowing from the corner of his eye, and he was helplessly slumped on the cloud bed.
As if to faint in pain.
No one knows better than Rong Jue how painful it is for the demonic energy to invade the heart.
He was a cultivator turned into a demon cultivator. Even though he was half a cripple at the time, the spiritual power in his body still existed.
To turn into a demonic cultivator is equivalent to using a knife to scrape through his body little by little, forcing the remaining spiritual energy away, and then letting the demonic energy enter his body.
When it reaches the heart pulse, it is like throwing the whole heart into a frying pan and frying it again and again.
It took a full month to transform Rong Jue into Demon Cultivation.
It also hurt for a month.
Within a month, he had fainted several times in pain, and then woke up in pain, unable to hear a sound in his ears, unable to open his mouth, and even had no strength to hang himself.
At that time, he swore in his heart that if he wanted to live, he must live.
Live long enough to take revenge.
He must let Shi Qing have a good taste of this kind of pain, and cut him into eight pieces in order to get rid of the hatred in his heart!
But now, Shi Qing has tasted the pain.
But it was in such pain to let him avoid danger.
Rong Jue looked at the person trapped in the cloud bed with a gloomy expression.
In the end, he took back the hand that fell on Shi Qing.
As soon as he thought about it, the demonic energy that was being carefully tested in Shiqing's heartbeat immediately fell silently and hid to the side, as if nothing had happened.
As the demonic energy stopped moving, the pain on Shi Qingyu's white face calmed down at a speed visible to the naked eye. He gasped lightly, his chest was still heaving up and down, and his tightly knitted brows slowly relaxed.
After the pain was over, he fell into a drowsy sleep.
Only Yu Rongjue sat on the edge of the bed and looked at Shi Qing with dark eyes.
That's it.
Demon Venerable sneered, and his slender long hand fell on the slightly flushed cheek of the superior, feeling the tenderness of it.
Anyway, now that he does it all over again, many of the sufferings he suffered in his previous life can be avoided, so he might as well just stay in the Scarlet Cloud Sect.
His realm in his previous life was beyond the reach of the Sect Master of Chiyun Sect, and now he bears the reputation of a cripple, and it is easy to cover up his cultivation.
Staying here, it is convenient for him to see what kind of medicine this good master is selling in the gourd.
****
Shi Qing slept very well this night.
Except when I woke up, my body was sticky and uncomfortable because of sweating, but other places were also refreshing.
As soon as he opened his eyes, he realized that something was wrong in the room.
It seems to be cleaner, the decorations are all set up, and the smell of grilled chicken seems to be wafting in the wind.
The aroma of roasted chicken came over, causing Shi Qing's mouth to salivate all the time.
He has already passed the inedia period, of course he does not need to eat, but not having to eat does not mean that he is not greedy.
Being a cultivator is good, but not eating is a bit annoying.
Rong Jue is definitely smart now, even when Shi Qing woke up, he still hasn't moved, obviously intending to continue pretending to be a cripple.
Shi Qing simply said, "Who is outside?"
The eldest disciple, who was still wearing the blood-stained clothes and still pale, walked in quickly, admiringly:
"Master, it's a disciple."
The superior sitting on the cloud bed frowned slightly: "Why are you here?"
Rong Jue: "Master, have you forgotten? You seemed to have angina before, so the disciple sent you to the house."
When he said this, there was a look of shame on his handsome face, and he lowered his head as if he was ashamed and blamed himself: "This disciple is a cripple now, he doesn't even have the strength to go down the mountain, and he can't help the master to call people, so he can only stay here. already."
Shi Qing: [Sample, it looks quite similar.]
He moved, and just as he was about to get up, Rong Jue strode forward, naturally helped him up, and asked with concern:
"How is Shizun feeling now? The disciple also noticed that Shizun's body seems to be very weak, and you have been covering your heart. Is this a symptom of a great loss of spiritual energy?"
"nothing."
As expected by Rong Jue, Shang Zun waved his sleeves and pushed him away without mentioning the topic of the great loss of spiritual power, and returned to his indifferent expression of rejection.
"It's just some old illness, it's okay."
Said, he glanced at Rong Jue again: "I'll pass someone up and send you down the mountain."
Rong Jue did not object, and replied obediently: "Yes, the disciple respects the order of the master."
He could clearly feel that Shi Qing's attitude towards him seemed to be a little more relaxed.
Is it because he has become a cripple, or is it because of his "unchanged" attitude of admiration
The superior in a green shirt didn't notice that his hair was a little messy now, and with that indifferent face on his face, it seemed a little bit of laughter in the heart.
Shi Qing: "What does it taste like?"
Rong Jue said warmly: "The disciple has become a mortal now, and he can no longer fast. He was a little hungry, so he caught a pheasant and roasted it."
He said with a smile on his face, and said like a little sun: "I used to bake it when I was young, but I didn't expect it to be unfamiliar now that I am older. The taste is very good, Master, do you want to eat it? The disciple will bring it to Master. ."
Having said that, Rong Jue didn't wait for Shiqing to reply, and turned around and went out of the house. When he turned around again, he was holding a roast chicken wrapped in leaves and roasted with golden dripping oil, exuding a strong aroma.
He smiled and handed the roast chicken to Shi Qing: "Master, let's taste the disciple's craftsmanship."
Shi Qing looked at the roast chicken in front of him with "Eat me, come and eat me" written all over his body, and moved his fingers hesitantly.
It's a pity that his current character is a cultivator who can inediate.
Looking at Shang Zun, who doesn't eat human fireworks, he turned his face away with a cold face: "This is a common thing, what can I taste."
Xiao Taiyang Rongjue's face immediately showed disappointment, and he lowered his head in a bit of embarrassment, and his tone was 80% lower.
"Yes, the disciple himself became a mortal, and he almost forgot that cultivators do not eat mortal things."
He raised his face, tried his best to squeeze out a wry smile, and handed the roast chicken to him; "Master, please don't bother with your disciple."
After Rong Jue said this, Yuan's face was still cold, and his eyelashes moved slightly towards the superior who could not avoid the mortal world.
Although there is still no expression on his face, Rong Jue can clearly perceive that the superior in front of him seems to be at a loss.
Are you at a loss for accidentally poking his disciple's wound
He lowered his eyes and covered his deep thoughts, still showing a pitiful look and trying to squeeze out a smile: "Master, the disciple will go out first."
As soon as I turned around, I heard a faint voice from behind: "Wait."
He stopped, his eyes became darker and darker, and turned around obediently: "Master?"
Not eating human fireworks, the always indifferent Shang Zun held out his hand towards him with an expressionless face.
"Bring it."
Rong Jue immediately showed a big smile on his face, looking very surprised, he brought the roast chicken in his hands to the master.
The superior looked at the golden-colored and fragrant roast chicken in front of him, frowned slightly, and looked rather disgusted.
"Where's the bamboo chopsticks?"
Rong Jue replied quickly: "There are no bamboo chopsticks, Master, just tear it off and eat it. This roast chicken is very clean."
The lord's frown became more and more severe.
As if to say: tearing and eating is too indecent.
The always caring eldest disciple immediately asked, "Does Shizun dislike oil on his hands?"
"The disciple is waiting for you."
He said, without waiting for Shi Qing to answer, he stretched out his hand, tore off a piece of meat, and handed it to the rosy lips of the superior.
He smiled brightly, and there seemed to be no haze in his eyes: "Master, don't worry, the disciple has just done it."
Shi Qing then frowned, opened his mouth slightly, and tentatively ate the piece of meat.
Just after eating the piece of meat, the caring eldest disciple handed over another piece too thoughtfully.
The Shang Zun frowned and glanced at him, and after seeing the smile of his disciple Sunshine, he lowered his head helplessly and forced himself to continue eating.
Rong Jue took an inch and continued to feed the other party.
On the surface, he respectfully and admired Shi Qing, but he was actually testing the bottom line of this master a little bit.
It made him wonder, but at the same time he took it for granted.
This master, who still shows a cold face in front of him even now, has almost no bottom line for his apprentice, who should be very disgusted and rejected.
During the movement, perhaps he was too careful, and Rong Jue, who was feeding him, suddenly felt his fingers slipping wet.
Shi Qing probably didn't notice it, still frowning, biting off a piece of meat with his white teeth.
The red lips were even more shiny due to eating meat.
It seems that this face, which has always seemed indifferent and indifferent in the past, also has a little more color.
Demon Venerable's deep eyes stared straight at the Supreme Venerable.
Why haven't I found it before.
His master, his appearance is actually a rare beauty in the Three Realms.
In the end, this roast chicken was divided equally between Shi Qing and Rong Jue.
After eating, Rong Jue was sent down the mountain by someone called by Shi Qing, while Shi Qing went to the couch comfortably.
[Comfortable!]
He showed off to the system: [Did you see it just now, Rong Jue and I are just a kind and filial father, and he fed me half a chicken by himself.]
System: [… But although, host, you and Rong Jue ate roast chicken together/bar… ]
Shi Qing: [Wait.]
system:[?]
Shi Qing: [Let's talk about chicken, let's civilize you and me, he is really a lustful little guy.]
system:[…]
System: [Uuuuu, host, don't make fun of me at this time, you guys were very harmonious just now, but the Rong Jue rejection rate is still 500, and it hasn't dropped at all! !]
Shi Qing was lying on the couch, staring at the tassel above, and closed his eyes comfortably: [Don't worry, this world is still quite stable, alright alright, go to sleep.]
system:[…]
stable
Where is it stable!
As far as the rejection of Rong Jue is concerned, he would be very polite if he didn't come to kill the master on the spot.
And most importantly, the host only has one month!
It's been two days now!
two days!
The system cautiously said: [Host, should we discuss it… ]
Shi Qing; [Zzzzzzz…]
System: ... woohoo woohoo.
****
Time passed by little by little in the anxiety of the system.
Shi Qing fell asleep again.
In other words, another day has passed since the one-month deadline.
He is still not in a hurry, he should meditate when he should, and fish when he should.
The system has given up struggling.
Rong Jue under the mountain, while cultivating magic power, was thinking about how to get close to Shi Qing's body.
Now that he was reborn once, Rong Jue, who had already ascended the position of Demon Venerable in his previous life, was not very interested in taking this position again.
He just wanted to figure out what happened to his good master.
In the previous life, he was pressing step by step, causing him to die, but in this life he seemed to have another secret.
Even if he still hates Shiqing, so hateful that he wants to kill the other party immediately to vent his anger, if he doesn't know why Shiqing is so capricious, Rongjue is not easy to start.
He regained the memories of this period in his previous life.
It's already a little blurry, but he still remembers that in his last life, he was not kicked out of the Scarlet Cloud Sect at the beginning, but still lived at the foot of the mountain. At the beginning, although there was pain in his body, he became a mortal with some difficulty adapting| It's good, but it's better because there are junior brothers and sisters to take care of.
But soon, the younger brothers and sisters all reached the bottleneck period and began to retreat. It is very common for cultivators to retreat for ten days and a half months, but for the glory of the mortal who had become a mortal at that time, it was the two who would protect him. backing.
He used to be a famous genius of Chi Yunzong, and naturally many people did not like him.
These dislikes were nothing when his own strength was on the line and he was still the eldest disciple of Qingjian Peak.
But after he became a cripple and was obviously rejected by the master, those who once hated Rong Jue but couldn't do anything about him were eager to try.
A grandson of a superior was the first to fall into the trap. He had to kneel on the ground with a proud Rong Jue and learn to crawl, and he had to drill through his crotch.
At that time, Rong Jue's heart was full of humiliation, and naturally he didn't want to. He was beaten by those people and nearly lost his life, and finally passed over him one by one.
He still remembered the desperation and hatred of lying on the ground with no way to ask for help.
These things are still vivid in his mind, and he still remembers the faces of those people clearly, but he no longer remembers the name of the person. After all, he happened to meet that person when he first entered the magic cultivation and killed him with his own hands.
A dead man's name is nothing to remember.
But now, this person can be a good target.
At this time in his previous life, Rong Jue had already guessed that the person who destroyed his spiritual roots was his most respected master, and naturally he would not ask Shi Qing for help when he was humiliated by those people.
But this lifetime...
Thinking of the appearance of Shang Zun, who obviously didn't like it, but refrained from frowning and ate roast chicken because of his words.
Rong Jue had a new decision in his heart.
So, when Shi Qing was washing the incense, he suddenly heard a cry for help: "Master, save me!"
It was Rongjue who crushed the Master Yujue that every apprentice had and asked him for help.
He got up immediately, put on a piece of clothing at will, and hurried to the foot of the mountain, where he was greeted by an embarrassed looking Rong Jue, who was actually not injured at all.
And behind Rong Jue, there are a few Scarlet Cloud Sect disciples who seem to be arrogant and harmless, but their hearts are almost hidden.
His mortal disciple plunged into his arms, shaking his body very vividly.
Shi Qing had no pity in his heart.
After all, the two are quite different in size.
A big bear pounced on a sika deer.
Sika deer will pity each other to have ghosts.
Especially, this big bear was pinching his forehand on his waist and buried his face in front of him, thinking that no one noticed that he was taking advantage of him.
The author has something to say: This story is so hard to live
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I don't even have the strength to ask for nutrient solution.
Randomly some cute little red envelopes, good night
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