Dongfang Ruoxu came back to his senses, and couldn't help but sneer: "Is it the master who didn't teach you the basic mentality or something? Look at the brothers and sisters who are in the same school as you, one or two have gone up the mountain for only a few years, and they have already condensed. Qi is successful, and you, you have been on this mountain for thirteen years, and you still haven’t made any progress at all, so you’re really a teacher!”
"Elder Dongfang, don't say that, everyone has their own opportunity to practice, and this matter cannot be forced." Elder Qingxu and Xi Ni said.
Dongfang Ruoxu snorted coldly: "If I had known this, I would have handed over this stupid disciple to you, the elder. I really can't teach him!"
There were a few sneers from the surrounding disciples, seeing Dongfang Ruoxu backing them, the mocking gazes of these people on Qi Bishu became even more unscrupulous.
There was a burning pain on Qi Bishu's face—in any case, what Dongfang Ruoxu said was indeed true, and he was indeed a waste who could not condense his energy successfully.
Even if he was lucky enough to defeat this senior brother today, he still doesn't even have the ability to protect himself in front of stronger people!
Seeing that Qi Bishu was humiliated by him, Dongfang Ruo held back his anger with humility, and immediately looked at Qi Bishu with a bit of fear in his eyes.
At that time, Junior Sister Qinglian was so pure and talented, and the child she gave birth to was afraid that she would be the best. She could break through the seals of the others.
Thinking of this, a trace of coldness flashed across his eyes, and he waved his hand: "Okay, you go down first."
Qi Bishu gritted his teeth: "Yes."
Among the hundreds of disciples in white clothes on Qianshan Terrace, only Qi Bishu left in disgrace.
He returned to his residence, buried his head in the well water, and drank a few mouthfuls, his heart still hurt, and this anger was mixed with more helplessness and resentment.
He is not a fool, so he can naturally see that Dongfang Ruoxu is targeting him everywhere, Elder Qingxu looks like a good guy but is actually a hypocrite, one or two wish him to die suddenly.
The elders of the Penglai Sect don’t have any good things. They push themselves as much work as they have on weekdays. When practicing kung fu, the mental methods usually given to oneself are all the most insignificant introductory exercises.
Can-
Isn't it because I have poor qualifications? In the final analysis, if I had even the slightest aptitude for cultivation, I wouldn't have suffered such a cold face today.
After much deliberation, Qi Bishu couldn't relieve his depression, so he simply got up and meditated with his legs crossed.
But after not practicing for a while, he spit out a mouthful of blood and felt a sharp pain in his chest. He lowered his head and unbuttoned his shirt, only to find that his chest was bruised and purple. My internal organs were slightly shaken.
At that time, I didn't notice it on the Qianshan Terrace. After all, pain in the skin and flesh was a common occurrence for me. Now that my true qi was circulating, I felt injured.
Qi Bishu tried to adjust his breath, but he also knew in his heart that his cultivation base was superficial, and if he suffered this kind of internal injury, if he didn't deal with it in time, it would only drag his body down. Not to mention that after the school competition is over, Dongfang Ruoxu will assign himself a lot of work of carrying water and sweeping the floor. If his body can't stand it, everything will be over.
After much deliberation, Qi Bishu had no choice but to go to the elixir department.
The elder of the elixir division is named Juechen, and he has always looked coldly at Qi Bishu and tried his best to humiliate him. The other lowest-level disciples can get at least three qi-adjusting pills every month, but when it comes to Qi Bishu, it is not a "elixir". "It's over" means "There are only so many residual pills left, do you want to love it or not!"
On weekdays, Qi Bishu also walked around the Elder Juechen of the Pill Department, trying not to appear in front of the other party to ask for trouble, but today he really had no choice, so he came to ask for the pill.
Juechen is really good at refining medicine. He claims to be a master of refining medicine in Xiuxian Continent, so he has a high status in Penglai Sect. He is not willing to participate in things like martial arts competitions.
Before entering, Qi Bishu heard Juechen say to his apprentice: "Lu Xuan, with your current cultivation level, don't take yellow-level pills. This is Xuan-level pills. Whenever you encounter bottlenecks, don't take them any more. Eat one."
Lu Xuan is Juechen's most proud apprentice. He is only sixteen years old, and his skill in refining medicine is already very impressive. He usually takes this apprentice with him wherever he goes, and helps him everywhere, so that he can build up his skills as soon as possible. basic success.
If only I had a good master...
Qi Bishu thought in his heart, a little desolate, but still tried his best not to feel sorry for himself, and walked into the hall.
Juechen already knew that he was coming, so he didn't raise his head at this time, he was still playing with the pill in his hand, and let out a strange voice: "Isn't this a good apprentice of Brother Dongfang? Did Brother Dongfang call you here?"
Lu Xuan glanced at Qi Bishu, smiled and said, "Master, this kid seems to have suffered internal injuries."
Although Qi Bishu knew that the smile on the corner of Lu Xuan's mouth was 70% contemptuous and 300% mocking, he still ignored it, lowered his head, and said, "I was injured in the ring just now, please give me a nursing pill, Master Juechen."
After a pause, he continued: "There are regulations in the sect that injured disciples in the sect competition can take unlimited pills, and today is still the beginning of the month, and the pill department has not yet distributed the pills. It's gone."
Juechen saw that although the kid had his head down, his attitude was neither humble nor overbearing, and he didn't intend to bow his knees to please him, so he was naturally displeased. Back then, he was rejected when he pursued Qinglian, he lost face, and he has been brooding about it all the time. This kid is Qinglian's only son, so he naturally disliked him no matter what.
What's more, where did this kid get the ability to ask the clan rules in front of him? Blackmail? If he refuses to give it, let alone half a elixir, he won't even give the dregs of it!
"Oh." Juechen snorted coldly.
Lu Xuan thought about his master's psychology thoroughly, turned around immediately, and said to Qi Bishu: "The sect naturally has such rules, but how do we know that you are injured? Internal injuries can't be seen - if you deliberately Pretend to be injured, but in fact come to deceive the elixir, wouldn’t that be wolf-hearted? All disciples in the sect follow your example, how can my master have so much energy to refine the elixir?”
"You!" Qi Bishu said angrily, if you don't want to give it, you don't want to give it. Why are there so many nonsense? If he didn't really need this elixir, I'm afraid he would turn around and leave now, but... Qi Bishu endured it, and said: "I did suffer internal injuries, and Master Juechen will know it when he detects it."
"What is your status as my master? You let my master probe your wound? Are you afraid of dirtying my master's hands?" Lu Xuan said.
He turned his head and took a look at Juechen, seeing that his master's face looked much better, knowing that his flattering touched the heart of the other party, so he became more proud and flamboyant, and said: "How about this, I will give you a way."
He picked up a nourishing pill, walked down the hall, lifted his robe, and said with a smile: "You slip under my crotch, this pill is yours."
Qi Bishu was already furious, he gritted his teeth, turned his head and left without saying a word.
Lu Xuan refused, and walked up to him in three steps and two steps, clasping his shoulder with one hand: "Oh, wait, you stole my elixir!"
Qi Bishu blocked with a backhand, but was slapped into the corner of the hall by his palm. His injuries suddenly worsened, and he almost spit out another mouthful of blood. He said angrily, "When did I steal the elixir? Don't slander people with empty words!"
Lu Xuan walked up to him, stepped on his hand, and spread his hands with a smile: "I kindly gave you the Nursing Pill just now, but as soon as I got close to you, the Nursing Pill in my hand disappeared. There are only Master and us here, do you think it is my Master who stole the elixir?"
He turned his head and took a look at Juechen.
Juechen saw Qi Bishu in such a state of embarrassment, he just felt relieved, he didn't care what Lu Xuan did, he snorted and said, "How dare you do such a stupid thing at such a young age, Lu Xuan, tell your junior brother to call Elder Dongfang here , this matter must be brought to this kid's master!"
Lu Xuan smiled and said, "Yes!"
Dongfang Ruoxu and a few disciples hurried over from the Qianshan Terrace, seeing that it was Qi Bishu who was causing trouble again, they couldn't help being extremely annoyed, and after hearing Lu Xuan's story about the cause and effect, and learning about Qi Bishu's theft of the elixir, they cursed: "You This kid, how do I usually teach you, just do some shitty things, and steal things to come to Elder Juechen!"
Qi Bishu's fingers were stepped on by Lu Xuan, ten fingers connected to his heart, and the pain was already piercing. His eyes were tearing, and he said angrily: "I didn't! It was clearly Lu Xuan and Juechen who planted the frame and framed it for nothing!"
"You still dare to accuse my master?" Lu Xuan increased his strength, almost stomping Qi Bishu's fingers into the ground: "Elder Dongfang, it is really difficult for you to teach such an apprentice, and I don't understand the slightest respect for a master. I will teach him a lesson later, but I just can't stand him insulting my master."
Dongfang Ruoxu waved his hands and said, "No problem."
He turned to Qi Bishu on the ground and said, "Qi Bishu, you apologize to Elder Juechen, and I will beg for mercy for you."
Qi Bishu raised his head, and the veins on his neck were about to pop out. He had endured it for so many years, but when did these people stop? Apologize? Are these people worthy? He gritted his teeth: "I will never apologize."
Dongfang Ruo smiled weakly, grabbed his collar with one hand, and dragged him up from the ground: "Are you treating your master and fellow seniors as villains? You have been raised for so many years in vain, and you have a supercilious look?" Wolf! Go back to Siguoya and kneel!"
Lu Xuan's cultivation base has reached the ninth level of Qi Condensation. After being stepped on by him for so long, Qi Bishu's fingers and even his two arms were blocked by blood. At this moment, he couldn't even lift it up. Can't tell either. There was another whirlwind, and was roughly carried by Dongfang Ruoxu and thrown to Siguo Cliff.
Siguoya is the thinnest aura in the entire Penglai Sect, the highest and the coldest mountain, and the snow does not melt all year round.
Some disciples with decent cultivation would be locked up here, and they would all be frozen alive, not to mention Qi Bishu who was not well cultivated? Freeze for a few more hours, not to mention freezing his tendons, I'm afraid it can freeze his life.
Today on the Qianshan Terrace, seeing Qi Bishu actually break through the seal, Dongfang Ruoxu was already very jealous, afraid that if he let this kid grow wildly, he would break all the seals sooner or later, and turn to him and Daoist Qingxu and the others revenge.
It is better to kill the seedlings in the cradle early than to keep tigers as troubles.
Originally, he hadn't found a good excuse to kill this kid, but Elder Juechen made an excuse for him.
"Just knelt here for six full hours. Without my permission, you are not allowed to eat or drink, and you are not allowed to leave." Dongfang Ruoxu casually threw Qi Bishu into the snow, and walked away with a flick of his sleeves.
Qi Bishu fainted, lying in the snow like a dead body.
The heavy snow gradually covered him, burying him completely. His clothes were thin, and the red and swollen fingers that were trampled and bleeding were gradually frozen into ice, like popsicles, and the blood also dried up in the white snow.
Thinking of the cliff, there was a vast expanse of snow, and he lay there, like a small black spot that was forgotten.
I don't know how long it took before Qi Bishu woke up again, looking around with red eyes, it was getting dark, he should have been unconscious here for more than two hours.
Bone cold.
He couldn't help but hugged himself and curled up into a ball.
He was shivering from the cold, and he was hungry, but he had nothing on him to keep out the cold. If it was in a place other than the Cliff of Thoughts, he could barely circulate a little spiritual energy to resist the severe cold for himself, but the spiritual energy on the Cliff of Thoughts was thin, and the elders with deep cultivation would become weaker when they came, let alone those who were unbearable. Can he be so condensed
Penglaizong can't wait any longer.
Even though Qi Bishu was only thirteen years old at this time, he could still feel the murderous look on Dongfang Ruoxu's face when he left him just now. Although he didn't understand why Dongfang Ruoxu hated him so much that he wanted to kill him, Qi Bishu also knew that he had to leave this place.
No matter what would happen if he was caught and escaped from Penglai Sect, he would never stay here any longer.
He grabbed a handful of snow with his unconscious fingers, rolled it into a ball, bit it into his mouth, and swallowed it. The bone-piercing feeling frostbitten his stomach and barely woke him up.
So, he struggled to get up, and ran in the snow with one deep foot and one shallow foot.
First he staggered, and then ran, rolling and crawling desperately.
But the cliff was boundless and boundless, his limbs were frozen into wreckage, and after running for more than two hours, he barely managed to reach the mountainside when he lost his strength. If you want to escape from Penglaizong tonight, at least you have to reach the western peak of Penglaizong before dawn.
Here, Dongfang Ruoxu stayed for more than four hours and couldn't help but fly to Siguo Cliff. Even if the disciples who have already established their foundations are thrown on it and frozen unconscious for four hours, they should have no breath at this moment and become dead. No matter how capable he is, Qi Bishu is just a little bastard whose soul was destroyed by Suo Linggen, there is no reason why he can survive this time.
But unexpectedly, there was only a puddle of blood left in the snow, and the rest were traces covered by the vast snow.
Ran
Dongfang Ruoxu was simply unbelievable, let alone being trampled off by Lu Xuan on purpose, just because of the palm on his back when he carried him over, it was impossible for this kid to stand up alive, let alone leave Siguoya!
If this kid is really able to endure so much, then he really has to get rid of him tonight, otherwise what kind of uproar will be caused in the future!
Dongfang Ruoxu squinted his eyes, flashed the slyness, and flew towards the direction where Qi Bishu was escaping.
This kid can't run very far, the Penglai Sect is huge, the thirty-six peaks, and the restriction was set by the former head himself, even if he can escape from Siguo Cliff by chance, he still can't escape the Penglai Sect.
Dongfang Ruoxu found Qi Bishu's figure from afar, with a mocking smile on his lips, but he was not in a hurry to catch up, but like an eagle catching a chick, he took all of Qi Bishu's panic into his eyes, only seeing that kid He was about to flee to the west of Penglai Zong, and he finally got impatient, and swooped down, lifting the man by the back of the neck easily.
don't want to die. don't want to die.
He doesn't want to die!
Qi Bishu dragged his exhausted body to run away desperately, but his eyes suddenly went dark, his spiritual power was suppressed, and the pain hit him like peeling skin and bones, and he had no chance to struggle. Almost in the next second, he was grabbed and rushed out of the air. It passed by and was thrown into the cold pool of Penglaizong.
Rapidly falling from a high altitude, the chest cavity was submerged in the bone-chilling water, and all that pierced into the eyes was pitch-black water—
He kept struggling, but it was in vain, as if being filled with lead, he kept sinking, until the top of his head was also submerged in the bottomless cold pool, and it was too late to reveal the panic in his eyes!
Why do you hate him so much—
Why hate him enough to kill him—? !
Qi Bishu was sunk into the cold pool, struggling desperately, helpless and powerless, but his body kept falling, sinking, he gradually stiffened and lost consciousness, and despair and hatred spread in his chest. Too weak, why is he so weak? Can't even protect yourself
Will he die? How can you take revenge if you die
He doesn't want to die!
When he was about to suffocate, he struggled violently, and opened his scarlet eyes in the piercing cold pool like a flash of light.
At this time.
The quiet surface of the pool was suddenly broken, and a slender and clean hand quickly grabbed at him. That hand shattered the coldness of the moonlight, and hooked his collar directly. The water pattern was violently turbulent, the master of this hand had a jaw-dropping level of cultivation, Qi Bishu instinctively grabbed that hand with his backhand regardless of the danger, as if grabbing a life-saving straw.
Help him, he doesn't want to die...
His desire to survive was too strong...
There were even five bloodstains on that hand.
He could feel that he was slowly rising, and the owner of that hand was carrying him, swimming towards the top of the cold pool. His lungs had stopped breathing, and he struggled to open his eyes, but he could only see a white dress, setting off waves in the deep pool.
I don't know how long it took, maybe just for a moment, Qi Bishu felt saved.
But at the same time, his will was finally exhausted, and his consciousness dissipated, replaced by deep exhaustion. He was still holding on to that hand, and before he passed out completely, he saw his rescuer clearly under the moonlight. It was a young face with a handsome appearance, and the brows were as cold as water, clear and arrogant, but I don't know if it was my illusion, but I actually peeked out a little bit of concern.
concern
Qi Bishu stared blankly at the man with blood in his heart, and belatedly realized that the other's hand he was holding was warm, warm... His eye sockets suddenly turned red, until he fell into a complete coma.