Clang.
Shen Jiu kicked the black small wooden basin.
He held his hands and said nothing. The boy who didn't know if it was fifteen or fourteen shrank back.
The little brothers next to him all used their eyes to encourage him. He bit his head and stalked his neck and said, "Shen Jiu, don't be too domineering. You didn't buy this street, so why not let us be here too!"
This street is wide and flat, with people coming and going. Some pedestrians are watching the group of children fight, and most of them are in a hurry.
If you want to beg, it is indeed a good place for feng shui.
This kid dared to challenge him, Shen Jiu lowered his head and was about to copy a brick to show him some color, when a tall boy just came over, and when he saw him rolling up his sleeves and bowing his head, he hurried up to stop him: "Xiao Jiu, We go elsewhere."
Shen Jiu said, "No. I'm right here."
The young man took the opportunity to complain: "Seventh brother, he bullied me."
Yue Qi said: "It's not bullying, Fifteen, Xiao Jiu is joking with you."
Shen Jiu said, "Who is joking with him? I want to tell him to get out of here. This is my realm. Whoever robs me will kill me."
With Yue Qi standing in front of him, Fifteen became daring and shouted, "Don't think you're amazing. Every time you go to a new place, you're in the best position. Everyone wants to beat you!"
Yue Qingyuan reprimanded: "Fifteen." Shen Jiu struggled and kicked Yue Qi's calf: "If you want to beat him, you dare to beat him? If you don't have the ability, you will be in a bad place. Bastard, who is your seventh brother? Try it out!"
"You're a bastard. Sooner or later you'll be sold! Sell it to be a turtle man!"
Yue Qi didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Where did you learn the messy words!" He dragged Shen Jiu to the side of the road and coaxed: "Okay, you are the most capable. If you don't choose a place, let's change the street."
Shen Jiu stepped on his foot: "Go away! Are you afraid of him? One-on-one, the group is not afraid!"
Of course Yue Qi knew that if Shen Jiu were to fight them, he would be sullen, gouging out his eyes and swaying his yin down three ways. He was very poisonous. At that time, it would be someone else who would be frightened and cry. Enough? Don't step on it. Seventh brother will take you to play."
Shen Jiu said viciously: "Fuck it! It's fun if they all die."
Yue Qi looked at him and shook his head helplessly.
There are seven and nine, naturally one to six.
It's just that among the children who started in the early batch, those above six were either resold or died long ago.
Shen Jiu was thin and small, Yue Qi was sitting on the ground with his head in his arms, and there was a "blood book" in front of him.
According to the request, Yue Qi should be crying, but he couldn't cry no matter what, so this task fell on Shen Jiu, who should have pretended to be sick and died.
He was small, with a good face, and he cried a lot. Passers-by saw that they were pitiful, and they gave generously, saying that it was a cash cow, which is not an exaggeration.
Later, Yue Qi got older and became more and more unwilling to do this kind of thing, so he was sent to patrol.
The two were about to go out of the most prosperous long street when suddenly there was a dense sound of hoofs.
The stall owners on both sides were shocked. Yue Qi didn't know why, so Shen Jiugang dragged him to the side of the road, and a big horse with a high head kicked the ground and turned around the street.
The horse bit is actually made of red gold, golden, bright and heavy, and a young master who is arrogantly sits on it. The complexion is bright, the eyebrows are slender, and the two spots of light in the black pupils are piercingly bright. The hem of the purple clothes was widely scattered on both sides of the saddle, the arrow sleeves were tightly tucked, and a black whip was held in the white palm.
Shen Jiu was dazzled by the golden color, and couldn't help sticking out his head. Yue Qi quickly dragged him back, and the two avoided it.
Not long after walking, they suddenly heard screams and roars. A group of little brothers rushed over and rushed towards Yue Qi. They were so scared that their snot and tears were rubbing up. Shen Jiu was furious, and Yue Qi hurriedly said: What, what happened?"
Someone screamed: "Fifteen is gone!"
Yue Qi immediately stopped: "He didn't follow?"
The child howled: "The street was too chaotic just now, I didn't see clearly..."
Yue Qi said: "Don't worry, speak slowly."
It turned out that the young master who was riding a horse just now led his family around the street, his eyes swept to the fifteen and the others on the corner, and wrinkled his nose: "Where did you come from?"
A family member said, "Young Master Qiu, I don't know where the beggar came from."
The young master said, "Why are these pickled things still kept?"
The servants didn't need more instructions from the master, and came over to bombard people outright.
Fifteen finally snatched the territory from Shen Jiu's hands, how could he be willing to be driven away like this, craned his neck and shouted, "Why are you driving people away..."
He also wanted to say, "This street is not yours." When the young master waved his hand, the shadow fell, and there was a bloody whip mark on his face.
The welt was less than a few millimetres away from the eyeball. Fifteen didn't have time to feel the pain, but was stunned.
The young master smiled and said, "No reason. Just because this street was built by my family."
Fifteen didn't know if he fainted from fright or fainted from pain, and fell to the ground with a thud.
Shen Jiu burst into laughter without waiting to hear it, but he soon stopped laughing. Yue Qi o'clock noticed that there were a few missing, and turned around and said, "You go first, I'll be right over."
Shen Jiu gloated: "Don't meddle in your own business, the surnamed Qiu really dared to kill them."
Yue Qi shook his head and said, "You go back first. I am the biggest and can't be ignored."
Shen Jiu said: "I can't die. At most one fight. I can't fight to get a memory."
Yue Qi said: "Go back."
Shen Jiu couldn't hold him, and scolded: "Seventh brother, you are too busy!"
After cursing, he followed.
Qiu Jianluo thought Shen Jiu was very funny.
Like hitting a dog. You hit a dog, and it slumps to the side, whimpering and whimpering. Although it's not a threat, it's also not interesting. But it's a lot more fun if you step on the dog and it grunts and growls, looks at you in fear, and doesn't dare to resist.
He slapped Shen Jiuyi, Shen Jiu must have fucked the Qiu family's ancestral grave a hundred and eighteen times in his heart, but he didn't have to be kicked obediently.
Really fun!
Qiu Jianluo thought and couldn't help laughing.
Shen Jiugang got a good beating, hugged his head and shrank aside, watching him laughing backwards and forwards, he really felt that he was a lunatic.
Qiu Jianluo locked up Shen Jiu for a few days when he just bought it back, and it was very disheartened. Seeing that he was also disgusted, he gave it to a few five-five and three-thick housemen like a kitten, and asked them to "wash and wash".
So, Shen Jiu was really washed and washed, and the skin was almost scraped off before being brought back to the study.
After scalding off the old stains on his body, his face, shoulders and arms were rubbed too hard, turning white and red, and his wet hair was still steaming. Dressed neatly and standing by the side, he looked rather pitiful.
Qiu Jianluo tilted his head and looked at it for a long time, feeling a little strange in his heart, but also a little like it, and he didn't kick the kick he wanted to kick out.
He asked, "Are you literate?"
Shen Jiu whispered, "I know a few."
Qiu Jian Luo spread out the snow-white paper and tapped on the table: "Write it down and see."
Shen Jiu reluctantly grabbed a small wolf centimeter, and the holding posture was similar. After a little bit of ink, thinking about it, I wrote a "seven" first, paused, and then wrote a "nine".
Although the strokes are backwards, they are neither crooked nor slanted, upright and graceful. Qiu Jian Luo said, "Where did you learn it?"
Shen Jiudao: "Look at what people wrote."
This kid doesn't understand shit, he only knows how to draw gourds, and he can actually scare people. Qiu Jian Luo was surprised.
As a result, he became more and more pleasant, imitating the tone of his old master, and praised: "A little bit of aptitude. If you are willing to learn something in the future, maybe you will be able to get on the right path."
The autumn shearing Robbie is four years older than Shen Jiu, and at the age of sixteen, he is highly hoped by his parents. He is raised in a house made of gold bricks, and no one looks down on him.
Haitang is also the darling of Quan Qiu's family. Qiu Jianluo has always been a good brother in front of Haitang. In the past, he wished that his sister would not marry for the rest of his life, but after Shen Jiu came, he had other plans.
Qiu Haitang likes Shen Jiu very much.
If you can teach Shen Jiu well and be a cheap uncle, it seems not bad. With his sister by his side, Shen Jiu can continue to play, as long as he is honest and obedient, he will be fine.
You don't have to go far to marry him, and you still depend on your own family for food and clothing, which is no different from not marrying. Except for the possibility that Shen Jiu was slightly disgusted with swan meat, there was almost no fault.
Qiujianluo's abacus is very good, and often warns Shen Jiu: "If you dare to make Haitang unhappy, I will let you die."
"Without Haitang, I would have killed you long ago."
"People need to repay their kindness. Our family makes you look like a person. Even if you take your life to repay, you should."
The more Shen Jiu grew up, the more he understood that he could not be disobedient to this person. What he said and what he had to respond to, even if he felt nauseated after hearing it, he couldn't show it, so as not to get beaten up.
But in his heart, he always missed the day when he saw Qiu Jianluo for the first time, the only day when he made Qiu Jianluo mad with rage.
Yue Qi insisted on taking Fifteen and the others back, and he was about to bump into Qiu Jianluo's hoof head-on. In an instant, Shen Jiu forgot that Yue Qi had told him that their "immortal arts" had better not be seen by others, and let the gold turn into a sharp blade and pierce into the horse's bone.
Qiujian Luo spun the horse around in place on the street, the horse jumped wildly, Shen Jiu cursed him to fall and break his neck, but his riding skills were actually very good, and the horse's front hooves were hanging in the air. On the saddle, growled: "Who did it?! Who did it!"
Of course, Shen Jiu did it.
But if Fifteen didn't take the initiative to say it when Qiu Jianluo came to the door later, no one would know that it was him who acted.
If they hadn't rescued him, Fifteen would have been trampled to death by the Qiu family's hooves. He saved a small life, but in turn betrayed them. Fifteen should be trampled to death. Yue Qi shouldn't have gone back to save him in the first place. He deserves to be dead!
Shen Jiu relied on repeatedly chewing on this sweet and unhelpful vicious association for comfort, and spent the torment day after day.
Shen Jiu thought a lot about why Seventh Brother didn't come back to find him.
Maybe he was found to have broken his leg when escaping, maybe he starved to death without food on the road, maybe no immortal mountain would take him in. I also thought about how he would dig a hole with his hands while crying if he died, and how he would desperately save him if he was alive - even if Shen Jiu only came out of the wolf's den and into the tiger's den, he was also in dire straits. .
But he never thought that he would meet again in this situation.
He repeated the gesture of holding up the sword and falling, and the blood was flying, and the picture was grisly. Blood splashed into his eyes, he just blinked his eyelids, no more expressions, his movements can be said to be calm and skillful.
After Wuyanzi took him out of Qiu's house, what he taught him the most about this "apprentice" was how to kill people and set fires, steal chickens and dogs, and fish in troubled waters. For example, taking advantage of the Immortal Alliance Conference, robbing a group of childish and ridiculous children of aristocratic families who thought they were elite cultivators, robbed them of their storage bags, and disposed of their corpses.
When Yue Qi found him, he must have been stunned by his appearance, even turning a blind eye to the corpses of the disciples of different sects on the ground, and took two steps forward.
Shen Jiu shivered and looked up suddenly.
Yue Qi saw his face clearly, and in an instant, his eyes turned red.
Shen Jiu hurriedly said sharply, "Don't come here!"
He was a little helpless, and his first reaction was to jump to the ground, grab the fireworks for help from the corpse, and release them to the sky.
Yue Qi was still stunned, he stretched out his hand towards him as he walked, and opened his mouth to shout—
Jie Jie's weird laughter came from the jungle on the side.
"Good apprentice, what kind of person is this who made you look like this. Are you afraid too?"
Shen Jiuyi let go, and the fireworks tube in his hand fell silently to the ground.
He turned around abruptly: "Master, I'm not afraid of him, I just missed a moment, and I didn't pay attention to let the fireworks on the ground let out. I'm afraid someone will come over soon!"
Yue Qi finally realized that the situation seemed to be very critical.
Wuyanzi snorted: "I just saw the fireworks, so I guessed it was the case. You've always been agile, what's going on this time!"
Shen Jiu lowered her head and said, "It's all the disciple's fault."
Yue Qi stood in front of them, raised his sword, still looked at Shen Jiu with slightly red eyes, his voice was hoarse, but very firm: "You can't leave."
Shen Jiu glared at him.
Wuyanzi looked at him, then looked at his saber, and sneered: "The Cangqiongshan faction. Or the Qiongdingfeng. Xuansu, Yue Qingyuan?"
When Shen Jiu heard this, he was slightly startled, and quickly said again: "Master, since he belongs to Cang Qiong Mountain, we can't kill him for a while, so why don't we flee quickly. If everyone comes after us, we're done!"
Wuyanzi sneered: "Although the Cangqiongshan faction is big, I'm not afraid of a junior. What's more, he is courting death himself."
When he and Yue Qi really fought, Shen Jiu found that his original worry about Yue Qi's life was extremely ridiculous.
I was afraid of Wuyanzi, the "master", to the point of death, but Yue Qi or Yue Qingyuan was able to handle him even if he didn't draw his sword.
But he couldn't be completely relieved, because he was familiar with Wuyanzi's fighting style and life-saving ace. Wuyanzi has a set of cursed black talismans. He has seen Wuyanzi throw this talisman after falling behind countless times, killing his opponent by surprise. Even many famous cultivators couldn't escape his move, not to mention that Yue Qi didn't have much experience in dealing with the enemy at first glance, so he was scrupulous.
It's just that Wuyanzi didn't have the chance to throw that set of black talismans this time. Because Shen Jiu stabbed him in the back with a sword.
Yue Qi grabbed his hand and ran for his life. After a fierce battle, the two of them were still in shock, leaning against a tree, gasping for breath.
After calming down, Shen Jiu began to look at Yue Qi carefully.
He has a calm demeanor and dresses brightly, just like everyone's demeanor. It has nothing to do with the dire waters he imagined.
This is Yue Qingyuan, not Yue Qi.
Yue Qingyuan was excited, opened his mouth, and was about to speak, when Shen Jiu sullenly asked, "You entered the Cang Qiong Mountain Sect?"
Yue Qingyuan didn't know what to think, his excited expression was slightly sluggish, and his face gradually turned pale.
"You became the first disciple of Qiongding Peak, why didn't you come back to me?"
"I… "
Shen Jiu waited for a while, but didn't wait for the next words, and said, "Why don't you continue talking? I'm waiting for you. Anyway, I've been waiting for several years, it's okay to wait a little longer."
How could Yue Qingyuan continue to speak.
Shen Jiu raised her arms and finally waited for Yue Qingyuan's low voice: "It's the seventh brother who is sorry for you."
Shen Jiu's heart was filled with cold and bloody anger, as if he could really taste the bloody smell in his nose and mouth.
First he was a rat who swallowed his voice and held his head in his arms, then he was a rat who was running around in the gutter and everyone shouted for a beating. It's a mouse no matter what. Hidden head and tail, can't see the light. Wasting time, wasting time. Yue Qingyuan is a phoenix that really flew up the branches, and a carp that leaped over the dragon gate.
He said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry... You only know how to say sorry before."
Shen Jiu sneered and settled down: "It's useless."
Some people are born bad embryos. Shen Jiu thought that he was probably such a vicious bad embryo. Because he had an extremely strong and clear idea:
He would rather see the shabby corpse of Yue Qi who died in an unknown corner than to see an elegant and safe Yue Qingyuan.
There are too many things and people that Shen Jiu hates.
If a person hates everything, then his character must be hard to say.
Fortunately, when he became Shen Qingqiu, he already knew how to make it at least not superficial.
Among the Cang Qiong Mountain faction, Liu Qingge was undoubtedly the one he hated the most.
Liu Qingge is a young man with great ambition, outstanding talent, strong spiritual power, and amazing swordsmanship. A wealthy family, both parents. No matter which part of these things he took out, it was worth making him grit his teeth and toss and turn for three days and three nights, not to mention being together.
At the annual meeting of the Twelve Peaks of the Cangqiong Mountain faction, Shen Qingqiu's opponent was Liu Qingge.
The ending is, of course, an unquestionable defeat.
Losing to the future Peak Master of Baizhan Peak is nothing to be ashamed of, or it should be the case, this is normal.
But Shen Qingqiu would never think so. What he could see was not the admiration of others at how long he had persisted with him, only the arrogance of Liu Qingge when he pointed the tip of the Chengluan sword at the slightest point in front of his throat.
Qing Jingfeng prides itself on being a gentleman, and Shen Qingqiu pretends to be a gentleman like a duck to water, but Liu Qingge can always force him to be violent, and he doesn't even want to waste the energy of pretending to be harmonious.
Shen Qingqiu said, "Liu Qingge, I will kill you sooner or later!"
Liu Qingge glanced at him: "By you?"
There were only two words, but Shen Qingqiu could hear the endless vicious meaning from it, and turned his wrist.
Seeing that the situation was not good, Yue Qingyuan pressed his elbow down, stopped the movement of drawing his sword, and shouted back, "Don't leave!"
Liu Qingge didn't seem to bother to entangle anymore, he sneered, and his figure disappeared in an instant. There were only two people left in the wing of the Warm Red Pavilion, one was disheveled and the other was meticulous.
Yue Qingyuan pulled Shen Qingqiu up from the bed, and was rarely angry: "How can you do this?"
Shen Qingqiu said, "How am I?"
Yue Qingyuan said, "The disciples of the Cangqiong Mountain School fought in the Qinlou Chu Pavilion. Does it sound good?"
Shen Qingqiu said: "If you don't tell me, I won't tell you, who knows which sect and which sect! Cangqiongshan sect is Cangqiongshan sect, which sect of Cangqiongshan sect stipulates that disciples of this sect cannot come here. Cangqiongshan is not a monk. Temple Taoist Temple, I can't control the sky and the earth, I'm looking for a girl."
The Cangqiongshan faction has not explicitly stipulated that people who can cultivate themselves should understand the principles of pure heart and self-discipline, especially Qingjing Peak, where the peak master has always kept himself clean. This unwritten consensus actually became the reason for Shen Qingqiu's sophistry.
Yue Qingyuan was so choked that he couldn't speak, he swallowed for a while, and muttered: "I won't say it. Junior Brother Liu and the others won't say it either. No one will know. It's just... Female sex damages your cultivation."
Shen Qingqiu sneered: "You didn't hear the tone of your Junior Brother Liu? It's all like that."
Yue Qingyuan was silent for a moment, and said, "Junior Brother Liu is actually not bad. He is not targeting you, but he is the same to everyone."
Shen Qingqiu sneered: "'It's the same for everyone'? Senior brother in charge, don't make fun of me. It's the same for you?"
Yue Qingyuan said patiently: "If you show kindness to him, he will repay you twice."
Shen Qingqiu said: "Senior brother in charge is really considerate. It's just that he didn't show kindness to me first. Why didn't he take pity on me first?"
For this reason, it was difficult for Yue Qingyuan to speak.
Naturally, he couldn't say it outright. If you didn't try your best to secretly attack him after the martial arts meeting, you would make him look ugly, and now you and Liu Qingge wouldn't be jealous and hate each other. Having said that, Shen Qingqiu is bound to turn his face even more ugly.
The original girl in the Nuanhong Pavilion was scared away, Shen Qingqiu was meaningless to stay here, he threw his hands away, jumped out of bed, pulled the clothes on his shoulders, put Xiu Ya in the sheath, turned around and said, "How did you know you came here to look for it? Me? Who sent you the letter?"
Yue Qingyuan said: "I went to Qingjing Peak, but I didn't see you. But I saw the junior brothers from Baizhan Peak preparing to go up."
"What are you going to do?"
"… "
This conflict is actually quite coincidental.
A Baizhan Peak disciple went to a remote town to perform a mission, and happened to see a familiar person entering the Warm Red Pavilion.
Like Liu Qingge, Bai Zhan Peak had no goodwill towards Shen Qingqiu. Seeing this opportunity, he would not let it go, so he immediately followed him in, mocking Shen Qingqiu who usually pretends to be arrogant with fake virtues, but to actually go in and out of this kind of place, it really embarrassed the face of his sect.
When the three words disagreed, Shen Qingqiu severely injured him. After the disciple returned to Baizhan Peak, he was bumped into by Liu Qingge again. Under the questioning, Liu Qingge was furious and immediately Yu Jian came to him to settle the account, ready to hit him back without hitting the ground.
If Yue Qingyuan hadn't caught the Baizhanfeng Junior Brothers who were going to Qingjing Peak to contain Shen Qingqiu's Bamboo House, he still didn't know what this small town would have been like.
Seeing that Yue Qingyuan kept his mouth shut, Shen Qingqiu could also guess that Baizhan Peak was planning to do something good, so he didn't ask: "What are you doing at Qingjing Peak? Didn't I tell you not to come to me?"
Yue Qingyuan said, "I just want to see how you are doing."
Shen Qingqiu said: "Senior Brother Laoyue has been bothered. He is doing well. Although it is a disgusting thing, it is fortunate that the peak master of Qingjing Peak does not dislike it."
Yue Qingyuan followed behind him and sighed, "If you really lived well, why did you never stay at Qingjing Peak?"
Shen Qingqiu gave him a gloomy look.
He knew that Yue Qingyuan must have thought he was being ostracized at Qingjing Peak.
In fact, he really guessed wrong this time. Although Shen Qingqiu wasn't loved by his peers, he wasn't so crowded that he couldn't even crowd out a shop.
He just hates being around people of the same sex.
Back then, after being beaten by Qiu Jian Luo, he would always climb into Qiu Haitang's arms and shiver. That was the only place he could hide. Such a woman once was their eldest sister. But when she got old, the eldest sister was sold to a shriveled old man to fill in the house.
It's not shameful at all to like women, but to treat women as saviours, to shrink into their arms to find confidence, no one needs to say, Shen Qingqiu also knows it's extremely shameful, so he won't tell others when he dies, especially to Yue Qingyuan.
Shen Qingqiu said slowly: "If I say that I have a bad time at Qingjing Peak, what are you going to do? Get me into Qiongding Peak?"
Yue Qingyuan thought about it and said solemnly, "If you want."
Shen Qingqiu snorted decisively: "Of course I don't want to. I want to be the first disciple, are you willing to give this position to me? Are you willing to let me be the head?"
There was a loud voice: "Among the twelve peaks, Qingjing Peak ranks second anyway, so I might as well wait and sit in this position."
Yue Qingyuan smiled bitterly: "Xiao Jiu, why are you always like this."
Hearing this name, Shen Qingqiu shuddered behind him, and felt extremely irritable: "Don't call me that!"
Among the Qing characters, Shen Jiu was agile and was quite popular with the Peak Master. Therefore, it was not long before he started, and his foundation was not as good as others, but he was still designated as the next successor. After the peak master named the first disciple, the original name was discarded.
In the past, Qiu Jianluo forced him to learn to read and write, but Shen Jiu refused to learn and became mad, but now he relies on reading and endorsement to be smarter than others, so he won the favor of the peak master of Qingjing Peak. What's even more ridiculous is that there are so many font names in the world, but the peak master chose the word "autumn" for him.
No matter how ridiculous or gritted his teeth, Shen Qingqiu would not want it. This name represents his new life from now on.
Shen Qingqiu straightened his mind and said with a smile: "I have forgotten the original name.
"Senior brother, please forget it too.
Yue Qingyuan looked at his smile, no matter how much he wanted to say, he couldn't say it.
Shen Qingqiu finally couldn't hold his breath and went to the peak of the sky.
At Qiongding Peak, Shen Qingqiu has always been able to go as little as possible. Yue Qingyuan, can see or not see.
The annual performance of the Twelve Peaks is quite troublesome for him.
The twelve peaks of the Cangqiong Mountain Sect have a fixed ranking, and the ranking has nothing to do with the strength of each peak, but is determined by the time when the first peak owners of the Cangqiong Mountain Sect became famous. The name of the descendant peak masters is based on the ranking, not the order of entry. Therefore, even though he started a long time later than Liu Qingge, but Qingjing Peak was ranked second after Qiongding Peak and Baizhan Peak was ranked seventh, Liu Qingge still had to honestly call him "Senior Brother".
But at the same time, because of this ranking, every time the disciples of Qiongding Peak and Qingjing Peak were listed in the same square, the first disciple had to stand together.
If Yue Qingyuan couldn't catch him at other times, he would seize this opportunity to keep chatting and asking questions. As big as the practice experience, as small as food and clothing. Although Shen Qingqiu did not tire of it, he would not be so stupid that he would embarrass the chief disciple of the sect in public. Yue Qingyuan asked twenty questions, and he replied, estranged but not rude, but he was thinking about the tricks he had memorized last night and thinking about other things.
This is the funniest scene of the annual performances. These two people may not know, but for many disciples, before the official start of the martial arts show, one of the two chief disciples ignored the silence and whispered, and the other was absent-minded and patient. fun of.
Therefore, when Shen Qingqiu took the initiative to go to the peak, not only Yue Qingyuan was surprised and happy, but almost all the disciples present found it extremely interesting.
However, Shen Qingqiu had nothing to say, and he was not interested in acting as a monkey show for others. He applied for the right to be stationed in Lingxi Cave with his front foot, and walked away with his hind foot.
Lingxi Cave is full of spiritual energy and is isolated from the outside world. Shen Qingqiu walked inside, his face getting more and more gloomy.
In those days when Qiu Jianluo and Wuyanzi were wasted, they still had influence after all.
Among the new generation of peak masters, Yue Qingyuan was naturally the first to form elixir. Qi Qingqi and Liu Qingge broke through almost at the same time, and even the mediocre people like Shang Qinghua from An Dingfeng kept up with the realm before they officially ascended the throne.
The more impatient Shen Qingqiu became, the more stuck there was. Anxiety and anxiety, like swallowing hundreds of catties of tobacco cannons every day, in the belly and brain, the heart is burning with impetuousness and anger.
With his appearance, no one dared to provoke him. Just because he didn't dare to provoke it didn't mean Shen Qingqiu would let it go.
Luo Binghe clearly took the wrong entry-level mental method he gave, and should have practiced until his seven orifices bleed and his five bodies exploded and died, but why not only did this not happen, but his realm was still steadily improving!
I had told Ning Yingying a thousand times a long time ago that you should stay far away from Luo Binghe and not be mixed up, why can you see them whispering in front of you every day!
Shen Qingqiu was suspicious and always felt that everyone was discussing behind his back the fact that he was unable to form the elixir for a long time.
This Lingxi Cave retreat, if you can't break through...
Shen Qingqiu was on the stone platform, thinking wildly, thinking of himself in a cold sweat in vain. The breath is blocked, the eyes are staring, and there is a spiritual power running rampant in the veins.
Suddenly he felt someone approaching his back, Shen Qingqiu was horrified, suddenly holding Xiu Ya, half unsheathed, and said sharply, "Who?!"
A palm pressed lightly on his shoulder.
Yue Qingyuan said, "It's me."
Shen Qingqiu: "..."
Yue Qingyuan continued to send spiritual power to him to calm down the violent agitation of the spiritual flow, and said, "It's my fault, I scared my junior brother."
Shen Qingqiu was really frightened by his own thoughts just now, and because of this, he couldn't listen to others expose it, and said sullenly: "Who is it to scare?! Isn't the senior brother in charge never going into the Lingxi Cave to retreat? Why should I come here? Grab a place with me!"
Yue Qingyuan said: "It's not that I never entered. I...I have been in before."
Shen Qingqiu was inexplicable: "Who cares if you have been here?"
Yue Qingyuan sighed: "Junior Brother, can't you just say a few words and concentrate on adjusting your breath to calm down?"
On the dry stone candlestick, an open flame was lit faintly.
After seeing the whole picture of the cave mansion he had chosen, Shen Qingqiu was stunned for a moment, and blurted out, "Anyone here has fought to the death?"
On the walls of the cave are all the marks of knife slashing and axe, like layers of scars on human faces, hideous and terrifying.
Yue Qingyuan said behind him, "No. Fighting is not allowed in Lingxi Cave."
In addition to the sword marks, there are also large patches of dark red blood.
Some seem to have pierced the body with a sharp blade and sprayed it. Some are like someone is kowtowing to the rock wall with their forehead, as if begging for something, and they are knocked up again and again.
Shen Qingqiu stared at the bloodstain that was almost black, and said, "Then... someone died here?"
When the two of them got along, it was usually Yue Qingyuan who took the trouble to talk, and there was never a situation where Yue Qingyuan didn't say a word. Shen Qingqiu was very unaccustomed to it, goosebumps arose, and reluctantly asked for something to say: "I heard that Lingxi Cave sometimes detains some people who have gone into trouble?"
After a long time, Yue Qingyuan made a weak "uh" sound, noncommittal.
Shen Qingqiu said: "It seems that this person really wants to go out, and he struggled for a long time before he died."
If the blood was shed by the same person, half-life would be undead.
As Shen Qingqiu spoke, he suddenly felt that Yue Qingyuan's hand on his shoulder was not quite right.
"What's the matter with you?" he asked alertly.
After a long while, Yue Qingyuan said, "Nothing."
Shen Qingqiu shut up.
He couldn't see Yue Qingyuan's expression, but his hands were shaking slightly.
When Shen Qingqiu woke up, he felt a slight coolness from the wound on his body. The burning pain that was worse than death before has eased a lot.
Reluctantly opened his eyes, there was a figure leaning close to him, kneeling on one knee, bowing his head to check his condition.
The black hem lays flat on the moss-covered stone ground in the cracks, a simple and simple long sword is heavily pressed, and several empty medicine bottles are upside down.
The sword is Xuan Su. The man still had that gentle and handsome face, but it was much paler than usual, and his face was full of tiredness.
Of course it was Yue Qingyuan's face. At this time, only Yue Qingyuan would come to see him.
Shen Qingqiu opened his mouth, his voice hoarse: "How did you come in?"
Luo Binghe was determined not to make him feel better, how could he let Yue Qingyuan go to the water prison to help him breathe a sigh of relief.
Seeing that he could still speak, Yue Qingyuan breathed a sigh of relief, and while holding his hand, he whispered, "Don't talk. Concentrate."
He wanted to transmit spiritual power to Shen Qingqiu so that the wound would recover faster. Shen Qingqiu finally didn't let him go this time, because he was thinking in his heart: That's right, after all, he is the leader of the faction.
But it probably took a lot of work to get in.
The spiritual power flowed through the wound, and the pain from the rolling flesh pierced him like a steel needle. Shen Qingqiu clenched his teeth and laughed in hatred: "Luo Binghe, this little bastard, has a lot of tricks and tricks."
Hearing the maliciousness in his tone, Yue Qingyuan sighed.
Yue Qingyuan is not actually a sighing person, but Shen Qingqiu always has the ability to make him riddled with holes.
He said tiredly: "… Junior Brother. Why don't you think about your fault at all?"
After knocking out his teeth and swallowing blood, Shen Qingqiu never admits his mistakes, especially in front of Yue Qingyuan, let alone let him go.
Shen Qingqiu said: "What's my fault? What is Luo Binghe not a bastard? Just wait. He won't be satisfied with dealing with me alone. If there is going to be an uproar in the world of self-cultivation in the future, my only fault is that I didn't kill him directly with a sword."
Yue Qingyuan shook his head, as if he had expected such an answer for a long time, and he didn't want to enlighten or persuade him. At this point, any advice is useless.
He suddenly asked, "Junior Brother Liu was really killed by you?"
Shen Qingqiu didn't want to look at his face and talk at all.
But still involuntarily raised his eyes and glanced at Yue Qingyuan's expression.
He paused, suddenly pulled his hand out of Yue Qingyuan's palm, and sat up from the ground.
Yue Qingyuan said: "I didn't expect that you would really kill him."
Shen Qingqiu said coldly, "I've killed everyone. Don't you think it's too late to accuse me now?"
Yue Qingyuan said slowly: "I have no right to accuse you."
His face and eyes were extremely peaceful, so peaceful that Shen Qingqiu was inexplicably angry: "Then what do you mean?!"
"Junior Brother, have you ever thought that if you hadn't treated Luo Binghe that way back then, none of this would have happened today."
Shen Qingqiu laughed dumbly.
"Why does the senior brother say such ridiculous things? It happened, it happened, I have 'thought it' a thousand times or ten thousand times, and there is no if, no original - no chance to save!"
Yue Qingyuan raised his face slightly.
Shen Qingqiu knew that his words were stabbing a knife in his chest, and he was relieved at first, but when he saw him sitting on the ground in a daze, staring at him, all the calmness and Duanyi disappeared, as if in an instant, After being old for many years, a strange feeling suddenly filled my heart.
Probably mercy.
Mount Tai collapsed in front of him without changing color, and the head of Yue, the head of the Cangqiong Mountain faction, who was always calm and composed, really made him feel a little pity at this moment.
This kind of pity suddenly relieved something that had been stagnant in Shen Qingqiu's chest for many years.
He thought happily that Yue Qingyuan had really done his best to him.
No matter how much you feel ashamed, you should have made up for it long ago.
Shen Qingqiu said, "Let's go. Let me tell you, even if you do it all over again, it will still be the same result. My mind is vicious and full of resentment. Today, Luo Binghe wants me to die, and it's all my fault."
Yue Qingyuan said: "Do you still have hatred in your heart now?"
Shen Qingqiu laughed loudly: "I just want to see that others are not happy, so I am happy. What do you think?"
"If there is still hatred." Yue Qingyuan nodded and stood upright: "Pull out Xuansu and take my life. At least it can eliminate your hatred."
Shen Qingqiu murmured: "Sect Master Yue, kill you here? You think Luo Binghe has not charged me enough? Besides, who do you think you are? I have no cure, and Sect Yue takes himself as that A good medicine is too much to put gold on the face."
Yue Qingyuan seemed to have gathered up his courage and shouted, "Xiao Jiu..."
Shen Qingqiu said categorically, "Don't call me that."
Yue Qingyuan lowered his head, held his hand again, and inputted an endless stream of spiritual power to relieve his injury.
As if his courage had been dissipated, Yue Qingyuan never spoke again for the next time.
After losing, Shen Qingqiu said, "Go away. I won't appear in front of me from now on."
Yue Qingyuan just walked out.
Go as far as you can, Sect Leader Yue.
If he can escape the catastrophe, from now on, he will never have any contact with something like Shen Qingqiu again.
Shen Qingqiu stared at the entrance of the cellar with his only remaining eye.
After staring at him for days, Luo Binghe finally came.
Even though he was in a dark and damp dungeon, Luo Binghe was still elegant and clean. He stepped on the ground and condensed into black bloodstains.
"Sect Leader Yue really made it to the appointment. I really want to thank Master for the mournful and tactful blood letter. Otherwise, the disciples would not be able to do it so easily. Originally, I wanted to bring the body of Sect Master Yue back to Master for a look, but the arrow was hardened. There is a strange poison, the disciple approaches, touches it lightly, and Sect Leader Yue will... ah, I have to bring back a sword, as a thought for Master."
Luo Binghe lied to him.
Luo Binghe is an insidious little liar full of lies, and he tells too many big lies.
But Shen Qingqiu didn't understand.
Luo Binghe sat down on the chair beside him. This is the fixed seat he used to watch Shen Qingqiu wailing and screaming. He scraped the tea leaves that were floating and sinking in the steaming cup, and commented: "A famous sword matches a hero, Xuan Su is indeed a good sword, but he is also worthy of this head of Yue. However, there is something even more mysterious. The place. Master is here to take care of his life, if you have nothing to do, you can take a good look at it. It must be very interesting."
He had thought countless times that the last time he saw Huanhua Palace's water prison, he was extremely mean and sarcastic, and let Yue Qingyuan get out, and Yue Qingyuan got out. He may not be invited by the blood book. But no one who can think as usual will step into this undisguised trap.
Do not understand.
Why.
Isn't it coming
Luo Binghe was quite satisfied with the result, and said with a smile, "Oh, right. Although the blood letter from the master is very touching, it is too sloppy. After all, it was written under severe pain, and the disciple understands it. Sincerely, I have specially attached two other things."
Shen Qingqiu understood that "other things" were the two legs that originally grew on him.
This is so hilarious.
Ask him to come and he will not come. Don't let him come, but he will come.
A cold smile hung on the corner of Shen Qingqiu's mouth: "Ha. Haha. Yue Qingyuan, Yue Qingyuan."
Luo Binghe was originally in a happy mood, but when he saw him smiling strangely, he became inexplicably unhappy.
He asked warmly, "What are you laughing at?"
Shen Qingqiu ignored him and sneered to himself.
Luo Binghe put away his smug look, and said with concentration: "Master, don't you think that pretending to be crazy and foolish is useful to me?"
Shen Qingqiu said word by word, "Luo Binghe, you are a bastard, do you know that?"
There was a sudden silence all around.
Luo Binghe stared at him, and Shen Qingqiu stared straight back at him.
Suddenly, the corner of Luo Binghe's lips twitched, and his right hand touched Shen Qingqiu's left shoulder, pinching it.
The scream was terrifying.
Shen Qingqiu's right arm was bleeding like a waterfall. He screamed and laughed, out of breath, "Luo Binghe, hahahaha... Luo Binghe..."
This scene is terrifying.
For Luo Binghe, cruelty to Shen Qingqiu was originally a very pleasant thing. Shen Qingqiu's screams made him flutter like a fairy. But this time, for some reason, Luo Binghe wasn't so happy.
His chest heaved more and more. He kicked Shen Qingqiu over, causing him to spin several times on the ground, blood all over the floor.
Back then, Luo Binghe also ripped off his two legs, as if ripping off the limbs of a bug. After it hurts so much that it feels like hell, it doesn't feel real anymore.
Instead, Shen Qingqiu spoke clearly and became organized: "Luo Binghe, you are today thanks to me, why don't you thank me, but you are so ignorant? Sure enough, you are an ungrateful bastard hahahaha..."
After the rage, Luo Binghe suddenly calmed down, smiled wickedly, and whispered softly: "You want to die? How can there be such a cheap thing. Master, you have done a lot of evil in your life, and if you have grievances and grievances with you, it will hurt you. Even those who have no injustice and no enmity will be harmed. If you are half-dead, you can still get a head. If you don’t die slowly, you will suffer everyone’s pain at the same time, how can you be worthy of them?”
With a wave of his hand, Xuan Su's broken sword was thrown to the ground.
Hearing this sound, Shen Qingqiu seemed to be stuffed into a fist in his throat, and his laughter stopped abruptly.
Amidst the disheveled hair and blood stained face, a pair of eyes shone brighter and brighter as if they were burning with white fire. He shivered and moved towards Broken Sword.
There's nothing left.
There is only one sword left.
Luo Binghe's today was made by him, but who made his ending
Yue Qingyuan should not end up like this.
In order to go to an old covenant that is decades late, fulfilling a promise that does not help.
The sword broke and the people died.
It shouldn't be.
The blood line spread, and just when it was about to converge into a knot, it went wrong.
broken.
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