Wuying Mountain, Hantan Stream.
A series of awe-inspiring sword lights exploded in the depths of the dark mountain stream, breaking the originally silent night.
Qi Shu took a few steps back, the silver-white long sword in his hand pierced into the ground forcefully, and barely stabilized his figure.
Blood slid down the blade.
"Continue?" Qi Shu tilted his head and spat out a mouthful of blood, and raised his eyes with a smile in them.
In the pool deep in the mountain stream, there lay a dragon with green scales all over its body.
The flood dragon was soaked in blood, and the gurgling water passed under it, almost stained red.
Half a month ago, there was a dragon in Wuying Mountain who had cultivated the Dao, and came down the mountain to cause trouble, flooding several villages one after another, causing the people to suffer unspeakably.
After receiving the news, various factions came to punish the evil and eliminate the demons, but all of them returned with serious injuries.
To this day, it is in Qi Shu's hands.
This dragon has practiced for nearly 500 years, and his cultivation is beyond the reach of human beings. One person and one monster have been fighting in this mountain stream for three days and three nights, and the spiritual pressure in the depths of the mountain stream has become unbearable.
Qi Shu wiped away the blood from the corner of his lips, and stood up holding his sword.
He was wearing a black cloth jacket for walking in the rivers and lakes, and his hair was tied neatly behind his head with a black hair band. This unusual attire gave him an incomparably handsome appearance.
Quite a bit of a knight-errant style.
"Your golden core has been destroyed, your physical body will perish, and you won't survive a stick of incense."
His tone was calm and breezy: "Any last words?"
"This seat—"
What responded to him was a deep and hoarse voice: "I lost to you today because my skills are not as good as others, and I am convinced. But you... may not be able to win to the end."
Qi Shu raised his eyebrows slightly.
Jiaolong raised his head, and his bright red vertical pupils looked at Qi Shu deeply, bursting out with strong hatred: "I can see—"
"... The grievances, resentment, and resentment in your heart, you can't get what you want, I can see it all!"
"Qi Shu, you are so pitiful."
Jiaolong's voice echoed in the empty valley, but Qi Shu just tilted his head indifferently: "Is it finished?"
The breeze in the mountain stream blew, and the air was filled with a disgusting smell of blood. Qi Shu raised his wrist, the long sword in his hand trembled slightly with the sound of the sword, and made a sword formula with his left hand: "Then... farewell forever."
Qi Shu tapped his toes and waded up the water. Jiaolong also raised his head and rushed forward to meet his sword light.
The light in the mountain stream suddenly appeared, and countless gravels were thrown up by the collision of spiritual power.
The hustle and bustle dissipated, and Jiaolong collapsed into the pool.
it's over.
Once hundreds of years of cultivation were exhausted, the luster of the green scales around Jiaolong's body dimmed, and he had no breath.
Qi Shu didn't care about it anymore, put away his sword, turned around and walked out. Just took two steps, but stopped again.
After he relaxed, he felt a tingling pain on his cheek.
Qi Shu raised his hand to touch it, and there was a wound cut by gravel on that handsome and delicate side face.
Deep and slender, still oozing blood.
Qi Shu's eyes darkened slightly, and he swung his sword with his backhand, waving a sword aura.
Jiaolong's corpse suddenly fell apart.
"... beast."
Qi Shu, the chief disciple of the Kunlun Sword Sect, was taught by Gu Hanjiang, the first disciple. He is only in his early twenties, but he is already a leader among the younger generation in the cultivation world.
Qi Shu walked out of the cold pool, and immediately saw dozens of disciples waiting not far away.
——They are all white clothes with swords, and the uniform robes are embroidered with light blue cloud patterns, which are the uniforms of the disciples of the Kunlun Sword School.
"It's Senior Brother Qi!"
"Brother is out!"
Dozens of disciples quickly surrounded him.
Before Qi Shu could see who was coming, he was thrown into his arms by a tall figure: "Brother, it's great that you're fine!"
Qi Shu took out the guy buried in his arms, frowned and recognized him: "Xiao Wu?"
"It's me, Senior Brother," the young man looked a little aggrieved, "You won't miss me, right?"
The young man's name is Wei Jing, he is a disciple of the Kunlun Sword Sect, ranking fifth in the sect.
Qi Shu hadn't returned to his teacher's school for a long time.
He traveled down the mountain three years ago, if he hadn't received a letter from his master this time, he would not have shown up so easily if he learned that there was a demon here.
I haven't seen him for three years, this little fat man who used to only follow behind him one by one, has grown thin and straight, almost taller than him.
It's not easy to recognize at first glance.
"Xiao Wu, don't keep pestering senior brother." Someone beside him pulled Wei Jing away, bowed his hands to Qi Shu politely, "Senior brother Qi, it's been a long time."
This person has not changed much, Qi Shu smiled: "It's the third child, it's been a long time, why are you still so serious."
"It should be so." He Xingzhi gave a serious look, and said unhurriedly, "This time, the head of the sect sent his disciples to lead the juniors down the mountain to eliminate the monster. Fortunately, the senior brothers helped to kill the dragon monster smoothly. I heard that the dragon monster's kung fu technique Yin and evil, very good at hallucinations, difficult to deal with, senior brother—”
"Okay." Qi Shu waved his hand and interrupted him, "I brought up all of them, so what are you talking about in front of me?"
Qi Shu was not far from Wuying Mountain when he received the letter, but he arrived faster than these fellow students.
"Now that the monsters are gone, let's go away." Qi Shu said, "I'm going to find a place to take a bath and change clothes."
He fought fiercely with the dragon monster in the pool for three days and three nights, his clothes were all stained with blood, and the smell of blood on his body made him want to vomit.
Cleanliness is really unbearable.
Wei Jing pulled him back: "Brother, don't you want to go back to Kunlun with us?"
"Why should I go back?" Qi Shu said confidently, "Xiao Wu, you haven't been down the mountain before, so you don't know how much fun it is to go down the mountain. It's much more comfortable than practicing on the mountain year after year. It's a fool to go back."
"Can-"
Qi Shu pulled out his sleeves and wanted to leave, but He Xingzhi suddenly said: "But Immortal Lingxiao is about to leave the customs, isn't Senior Brother Qi going back to see the Immortal?"
Qi Shu paused.
Wei Jing hurriedly said: "That's right, the acting head told me earlier that Ling Xiao Xianzun will probably leave the customs in a few days, let us make preparations early. Brother, you are the only direct disciple of Xianzun, how can you not be present?"
Ling Xiao Xianzun Gu Hanjiang is the head of the Kunlun Sword Sect and Qi Shu's master.
Immortal Master Lingxiao has been practicing in seclusion for nearly five years. In these five years, even Qi Shu, who is the only direct disciple, has never seen him.
Qi Shu reached into his bosom and took out an exquisite white jade pendant.
The jade pendant looked like a smiling little fox, and it was carved so vividly that one could see the exquisite knife skills of the sculptor.
Qi Shu rubbed it lightly with his fingertips, and he could still think of his master's meticulously sculpted appearance under the lamp.
"You're right." Qi Shu laughed, and said slowly, "Master is going out, and I, as a disciple, of course have to meet in person."
Qi Shu squeezed the jade pendant tightly in his palm, and looked at the misty and cloud-shrouded Wuying Mountain in the distance, as if he could see Kunlun thousands of miles away through the layers of mountains and clouds.
Master, it has been five years.
You have no reason to avoid me this time, do you
Qi Shu had a dream.
In the dream, there was a black-haired and white-robed figure with his back facing him, standing on the top of the cliff, his tall and straight body showing a bit thin in the wind and snow.
He watched from afar, and wanted to call out to the other party, but he couldn't make a sound.
A misty fairy sound came from the sky.
"...with the body of a cauldron, trying to reverse the time of the sky and ascend to the Tao is really wishful thinking."
Qi Shu's pupils narrowed slightly, and he watched the man in the distance stagger and kneel on one knee.
The thin shoulders trembled slightly, as if caught in some kind of great pain.
"... I will definitely go crazy, and I will never recover..."
The voice dissipated in the wind, Qi Shu tried his best to raise his hand, only his low and trembling voice could be heard in the growing wind and snow.
"—Master."
…
Qi Shu sat up abruptly.
It was not yet fully bright, and the faint morning light was blocked by the windows. The furnishings in the room are minimal, the air is filled with a faint fragrance of coldness, and there is a sense of loneliness for no reason.
This is Qi Shu's room in the Kunlun Sword Sect.
There was already cold tea on the small table beside the bed, and Qi Shu poured a full cup and poured it down before barely waking up.
It has been three days since he returned to the teacher's gate, and in these three days, he has not had a day without dreams.
At first it was just a blurry figure from the back, some inaudible voices, until now, it became clearer and more real.
Qi Shu closed his eyes, and the words he heard in the dream echoed in his head.
... the body of the cauldron... the madness...
What are you kidding
That is Immortal Ling Xiao, who was famous all over the world with his sword when he was young, and he has killed countless evil spirits in his life, and his cultivation is unfathomable.
how could he be...
Qi Shu couldn't even say those two words!
No one in the world knows that the dignified senior brother of the Kunlun Sword School actually has feelings for his master other than master and apprentice.
He has hidden that feeling for many years, and he is ready to hide it forever.
Who is Lingxiao Xianzun, the first seat in Kunlun, the flower of Gaoling, for Qi Shu, it is lucky enough to be his only personal disciple.
He was reluctant, and it was impossible for him to break this relationship for some selfish desire.
During this long period of unrequited love, it's not that Qi Shu never dreamed about his master, and he even did what he should and shouldn't do in his dreams.
But lately these dreams have been too outrageous.
It's so outrageous that linking those two words with his teacher, Gaoling Flower, seems like a kind of defilement.
Qi Shu was sulking with himself for a while on the bed, and it was getting brighter when someone knocked on the door outside.
"Senior Brother Qi, are you up yet? Immortal Lingxiao should leave the customs today."
"Got it, let's get ready."
Qi Shu responded lightly, got up and dressed.
He changed into a brand new student robe, carefully smoothed out every wrinkle on the robe, tied his long hair into a crown, and tied the little fox jade pendant to the sword around his waist.
He was fully dressed and looked at himself through the mirror.
Qi Shu was very good-looking, with handsome features but not feminine at all. Unfortunately, those natural peach blossom eyes smiled like a little fox, a bit less majestic.
This little blemish, unmanly, did not affect his popularity. In the three years since Qi Shu left the master's sect, he still ranks first in the dream lover list of thousands of male and female monks in the cultivation world.
Of course, Qi Shu felt that he was far behind the master, but no one dared to put Lingxiao Xianzun on the ranking list.
But now, there is a shallow scar on that beautiful side face.
It was left in Wuying Mountain that day, and Qi Shu worked very hard to keep it from fading completely.
If Immortal Ling Xiao doesn't come out of the customs again, the wound will heal.
Qi Shu checked carefully three times from head to toe before leaving the door satisfied.
His steps were brisk as if he was going to meet his sweetheart.
No, just to meet your sweetheart.
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