Chapter 85: Master Jealous of Disciples (2)

The girl kneeling on the ground looked at Shi Qing incredibly, her face turned white, her lips trembling: "Master, Master ..."
Shi Qingyi glanced briefly, this eye brought the power of the fit period, even if his cultivation is made up of peony, it is enough to make the little disciple with only Yuanying stiff and unable to say a word.
The next second, Xian Zun, dressed in white, waved his sleeves and sent her away from here.
Qiao Lingyu, who was sent to the foot of the mountain, stood in a loss for a while, then walked towards a small wooden house in the distance.
Qing Jianfeng is famous for his rich heritage. As a disciple of Qing Jianfeng, Rong Jue should have lived in the aura of Qing Jianfeng with his classmates and sisters, but was sent to Aura by Master in his teens. At the foot of the thin mountain.
Living in this cabin, because the aura is thin, it takes more effort to practice than the younger brothers and sisters.
Qiao Lingyu couldn't understand why Master was always so harsh on Master Brother. Obviously, Master Brother has won many honors for Qing Jianfeng since he was a child. Teach your brother and sister.
Cultivation is respected by teachers in the realm of the truth. Even if Qiao Lingyu has no doubts, he dares not to question the master. He can only weep all the way to Rongjue's residence.
It's rude to believe that this is a wooden house where a disciple is about to refinish. A handsome man with a pale face and belly is lying on the bed, while a 17-year-old young man sitting on the side of the bed is Be careful to protect the overflowing practice for him.
Qiao Lingyu's gaze fell on Rong Jue who was weak and closed his eyes.
He was born with a star-shaped eyebrow and a deep sense of facial features. Even in the realm of beauty, it can be said that it is a rare beautiful man. In addition, he always seems to have a three-point smile when looking at people. No matter where they are, everyone's focus is.
But now, such a great master can only lie here and wait for death.
Qiao Lingyu thought of this, and the grief on his face could no longer be concealed, and he lowered his head to do something wrong and continued to weep.
The second elder brother who is trying to protect Rongjue's law sees her appearance and grit his teeth: "Is the master still not willing to heal the elder brother?"
Qiao Lingyu shook his head and choked:
"The Master said that the loss of the face of Qing Jianfeng by the Master lost him. He would not heal and would not allow us to heal the Brother. Otherwise, he would be expelled from the teacher."
The second elder brother also turned pale.
In the realm of cultivation, if you are expelled from the division, you must have made a big mistake, and you will be accused of this life, and no fairy will accept it.
But if my brother can't be healed again, this life will not be saved!
He murmured: "Respect him ... is it so ruthless?"
He was a descendant of Shiqing's mother's family. He was sent to Qing Jianfeng to teach him since he was a child. Since he was a child, he can feel that Master and Sister like him the most. The relationship has always admired Master.
Even if I know that Master is harsh on Master, I only think that Master is a master. But now, Master is obviously asking for Master's life.
The young man gritted his teeth again, and suddenly stood up: "I'll ask the Master to ask me clearly!"
Rong Jue, who had been closing her eyes on the bed, seemed to fall asleep slowly, and opened her eyes indifferently: "Don't go."
Qiao Lingyu cried and ran to the bed, half happy and half sad: "Brother, you are awake."
Rong Jue moved his finger hard, and said to the equally happy brother and sister who came over, "You don't have to waste any effort, Master will not relent."
"No, Master, don't think so, Master just feels lost face, you are Master's most proud disciple, he will come to save you when he loses his temper." Qiao Lingyu worked hard to comfort Rong Jue: "You're going to practise the virtual period now, and it's impossible for Master to give up on you."
An apprentice in the refining period, even in the first immortal ancestor of Chiyun Sect, is definitely very capable.
Rong Jue's pale face showed a touch of ridicule.
How could he not give up on him?
The hidden trick hidden in his body has been hindering him from healing himself and keeping the spiritual energy he cultivated, isn't it his master who broke in?
The immortal, who is high above him, seems to be always smiling, but he is just a hypocrite.
But why exactly!
Why put him to death like this.
Over the years, has he not respected and obeyed Shi Qing enough?
The original solid Tao heart was broken, as if there was a mass of black gas surrounding Rong Jue's heart.
The man who was once the proud of the sky gradually turned into rich black in the place where the two did not notice.
The other half of the blood vessels hidden in the body took the opportunity to infect the owner's entire body.
It has a big appetite and devours greedily.
Integrity, kindness, compassion, and gentleness—
Rong Jue's other hand hidden under the quilt clenched into a fist, and slowly closed his eyes:
"Let's go back. Since the Master has ordered, it is better to disobey him."
The young and vigorous second teacher said unwillingly, "But if you don't treat him anymore, your cultivation is ..."
"I ca n’t leave my cultivation as much as I can, and I wo n’t be able to protect it much anymore. Now I ’m a dead person. I do n’t have to fight against Master for me. Come back.
Rong Jue's words made the tears of Xiao Shimei even worse.
The second teacher wanted to say something again, but he heard the bedside man yell, "Why? Now that I have become a futile, my teacher and sister will not listen to me?"
Rong Jue has a gentle temper. He never spoke to them in such a cold and ironic tone before. They were a little scared, but they didn't think much about it. They only made this gesture because they thought it was the master who didn't want to affect them.
They didn't know what to do, but they just left this place with sad expression.
After the two left, Rong Jue opened his eyes slowly.
His eyes were light brown. When looking at people, he always seemed to be a little serious, and he always treated others with no distinction of status and politeness.
Because of such a pure gentleman's behavior, many other peaks and sisters of Chi Yunzong wanted to become acquaintances with him. However, Rong Jue had been devoted to the Tao in the past, and all of them turned down without hurting the other.
Now, these eyes are always dark with gentle eyes, as if falling into the abyss.
Rongjue fumbled to sit up, put the of his right index finger close together, and pinched his fingers to the belly.
A new wound was originally added to the painful wound. It is impossible to say that it is not painful. Rong Jue's face still has no expression. Only the paler face and the sweat from the forehead can tell that he has suffered. How much pain.
His slender fingertips continued to the abdomen along with the blood. He used his remaining spiritual power to make a circle in his body. When he felt that he was staying in his own Dantian and was overbearing to destroy the familiar spiritual power, he tried To explore his spiritual power in the past.
When the pale white spirit contacted Rongjue's spirit, he immediately destroyed it arrogantly.
"Uh--"
As the spiritual power was destroyed, even Rong Jue couldn't help but make a painful muffled sound. He turned his face away and slowly removed his hand from the wound.
Master ...
He is so ironed that he wants to become a waste.
Since the moment he was destroyed, Rong Jue hasn't been in pain for a moment.
This pain is like someone scraping off the flesh of his body with a knife alive. After the flesh is scraped, he cuts the bone.
Rong Jue seems to have been coma with her eyes closed from the moment she was attacked into the dark, but she is sober every minute and every second.
Feeling sober sorely.
Soberly look back at the first half of his life.
His admiration for Master was abolished by cold rebuke, and he tried his best to break through the excitement of seeking for Master's Annunciation and was indifferent to him.
The harder it seems, the more the Master dislikes him.
Everyone knows Qing Jianfeng of Qing Dynasty has three disciples, and the big disciple is the most outstanding.
But in Qing Jianfeng, the younger brothers and sisters can get a gentle smile from the master, and occasionally they will rise up and guide a few times. It is Rong Jue's turn, and these benefits are gone.
Instead, he was rebuked, disgusted and as if he could not wait to step him into the soil.
In the past Rongjue would also think:
Why did Master do this to me?
Is it really the cut of love?
Is it just because he is talented that he is tougher on him?
But when he was attacking the enemy with all his might, he was attacked and broke into this spiritual power, and his thoughts of self-consolation became a joke.
What a great way.
Rong Jue lowered his eyes, and the ridicule on his face grew stronger.
He couldn't expel this spiritual power by all means. As long as he didn't die in this life, the spiritual power of Shiqing would always follow him.
Naturally, as long as the immortal Xianzun wanted his life, it was only a matter of time.
Even if he knows who has the hands and feet?
A derelict and an immortal in the period of integration, is it important?
Both the elders and the suzerain in Xianzong have grown up watching Shiqing, and have all received the favor of the soaring Supreme Master. How can Shiqing know to him over the years?
But his status in their minds was not as important as timeliness, so he opened his eyes and closed his eyes as if he hadn't seen them.
The so-called Xianzong is no better than the devil who speaks scornfully.
No, even more despicable.
At least the evil world did not hide its evil deeds. Xianzong was clothed with benevolent skin, but allowed Shi Qing to practise the path of disciples' practice.
Rong Jue can clearly find that there is a malicious spirit hidden in his body, which is guiding his thinking and thinking gradually towards the one he once was the most outrageous devil, but he does not want to stop it.
Why stop it?
On the bed, his face was pale, and the handsome man with dark eyes slowly raised his blood-stained hand and looked at the bright red quietly.
The cultivation world cannot bear him.
Why can't he switch to the demon world.
Now that he is practicing destruction, he can no longer practice the right way.
But what about magic repair.
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It was quiet at night, especially at the foot of the mountain, because it was where Xianzong was, and there was not even a worm.
Shi Qing appeared silently at the foot of the mountain.
As an immortal statue with a period of repair, even if he came up with peony, he can still hang a large number of people.
In these circumstances, he could not help but sing a song.
[Quiet rose shyly opened ~]
The system hesitated: [Host, tuned. 】
Shi Qing: [I know, I can remember the lyrics are pretty good. 】
The system carefully looked at the black surrounding surrounding, wondering:
[Host, why do we come here at night? 】
Even if this is a world of cultivating immortals, there are still things that should n’t be there. The foot of the mountain at night is so dark that if it ’s not clear when it ’s high, you can feel everything around you with your eyes closed. .
Shi Qing grinned: [come to send medicine. 】
[Otherwise, I really don't care whether Rong Jue can live enough for a month or not. 】
The system suddenly realized that it didn't understand.
[Why not send it during the day? Can also brush the degree of rejection, now send him to sleep ...]
Shi Qing: [You do n’t understand. Sometimes, the more you hide from each other, the stronger the effect. 】
The system still didn't understand, Shi Qing coaxed it: "Okay, go and learn the song I just sang, and you will sing it to me next time I meditate and get bored. 】
It went obediently immediately.
The wooden house was still lit by candlelight. Xianzun, dressed in white, stood looking out the window, and saw Rong Jue lying on the bed tightly twisting her eyebrows, her eyes closed, and in the next second, she appeared in the house.
He silently waved out a stick of incense from the ring, slipped his fingertips over it, and the incense lit up, raising little smoke.
Xianzun turned around and put the incense on the wooden table.
Behind him, Rong Jue, who seemed to have her eyes closed, opened her eyes slightly, looked at the familiar back, and sniffed out the incense that was used to soothe the nerves. Now he is doing this practice, only to be inhaled until dawn.
What else should Shi Qing do.
Does he still think he is not enough?
Rong Jue's hands under the quilt clenched into fists, and he closed his eyes silently, holding his breath, but fortunately, he still has some spiritual power, so that he cannot hold his breath like a real mortal.
He hated it very much, and even more hated this kind of inability to resist.
In the fist clenched under the bedding, the nails were already in the flesh.
Rong Jue closed her eyes and could not see the scene in front of her, but she could clearly feel that a piece of bed had fallen.
Shi Qing sat beside the bed.
He still seemed to be sleeping peacefully, but the body under the quilt was already tightly taut, alert to every action that had once suppressed him in every way.
What does Shi Qing do to him?
Destroy his cultivation is not counted, but also to destroy his roots?
Still, he figured out a good way to torture himself.
In the darkness with eyes closed, Rong Jue can only guess what Shi Qing is doing by means of perception.
He could see through the sound of the rubbing of his shirt that Shi Qing raised his hand and landed on top of him.
If Shi Qing was going to fight him, now he has no chance to shout.
Rong Ju's clenched hands became tighter.
But the next second, the hand fell lightly on his forehead.
Very light, very gentle for him to shred hair scattered on the forehead.
Rong Jue was stunned.
The hand was soft, warm, and light, and even without opening his eyes, he could feel the gentleness of the other person brushing his hair.
He almost doubted he had read it wrong.
The person who treated him so tenderly was the master who had hardly ever smiled at him since he was young, either scolding or scolding him?
This is even more incredible than the soaring magic.
Rong Jue's heart is full of confusion, but his vigilance has not fallen.
After the gentle hands fixed his hair for him, he paused on the big disciple's right cheek.
There was a bloodstain there.
It was hurt by the opponent ’s sword gas during the fight. A small scar, if it wasn't for Rong Jue's repairs, he would be able to recover as before without a breath.
But now that he has become a waste, he can only let the injury fall on his face.
As if a sigh sounded in the air, Rongjue felt that his cheek was brushed by Master ’s hand, causing a slight itch, and the next second, the slight tingling on the cheek disappeared.
Apparently, Shi Qing healed this small wound for him.
The next second, Xianzun dropped his hand on Rong Jue's abdomen, and his deep spiritual power continued to enter his body, repairing various dark injuries inside the disciple.
Rongjue can clearly feel that with the clear movements, his painful veins are slowly repairing.
But instead of being happy, he was full of vigilance.
A person who has been hurting you all the time suddenly helps, who can believe that the other person is really kind?
Moreover, the so-called help is more like cutting his hands and feet before bandaging him.
It is not easy to send one's own spiritual power to another person to repair the meridians for him. Previously, the second master tried to use this method to delay the disappearance of the spiritual power in Rong Jue. In less time.
Even in such a short time, he still needs a full day to cultivate.
But Shi Qing hardly sat all night by Rong Jue's bed.
Rongjue can feel the other party's hand trembling slightly, obviously it is also very difficult for Shiqing to transport spiritual power for a long time.
But this immortal Zun Zun, who never had any good looks for Rong Jue, never stopped, and it was not until the roar of the chickens that he slowly retracted his slightly trembling hand.
Rong Jue still closed his eyes.
He could feel that when Shi Qing stood up, she seemed to be a little out of force, and she almost fell over a few steps, perhaps holding the table to barely stand.
Xianzun put away the incense on the table.
Sit back to the bed again.
He didn't do anything, just watched the big disciple in "Sleeping" quietly. When Rong Jue almost thought that the other party didn't exist, he heard the sound of rubbing clothes again.
His master raised his hand again, but this time, he fell on the quilt and gently quilted him.
In this way, the loving actions that only appear in the care of the elders usually appear in Shi Qing.
If it wasn't for pretending to be asleep, Rong Jue almost laughed ironically.
Since childhood, when has his good teacher cared for him.
Now, just after killing him, he made this appearance, did he want to show that the Supreme Lord also has a kind heart?
There was a sound of light footsteps from outside, and then the wooden door was knocked gently. It was Qiao Lingyu's voice:
"Brother, are you awake?"
Rong Jue could feel that Shi Qing's hands on the quilt folded up as if frightened, and next second, Xian Zun sitting beside his bed disappeared.
After waiting until it was confirmed that he could not perceive the time, the man who pretended to sleep overnight opened his eyes slowly.
Dumb: "I'm awake."
Qiao Lingyu then opened the door and came in: "My brother and I have discussed it. The master just did n’t want us to ask you for a doctor and elixir, but we did n’t say we could n’t protect you with spiritual power. Will take turns protecting you. "
She tried to make her tone easy: "Master, you are so talented, as long as you protect your spiritual power, you will definitely be able to cultivate in the future."
Rong Jue kept silent, and only asked Qiao Lingyu: "Mr. Master was at the residence last night?"
Qiao Lingyu shook his head blankly: "Master didn't show up last night. Does Brother want to see Master?"
Rong Jue didn't answer, and Qiao Lingyu didn't think too much. He stepped forward to protect him. As a result, when Lingli touched Rong Jue, he screamed in surprise:
"Brother, it's only been one night, and your injury is mostly better."
She didn't know that Rong Jue Dan Tian had the spiritual power to hinder his cultivation, and was still thinking about it excitedly:
"Great, I know, Brother, you are so talented, you will be fine. As long as your muscles are restored, you can still cultivate in the future."
Rong Jue lowered his eyes silently.
His body is indeed no longer painful. If he did not fall asleep because of the pain last night, and then took a breath to escape the sleeping fragrance, I am afraid that it will be like Qiao Lingyu, thinking that this is his body repairing itself.
But he was sober.
I also remember clearly that Shi Qing repaired the meridians for the night, remembered that he gently brushed his hands between his foreheads, remembered the sound of his footsteps, and his pitying sigh.
If it is useful to heal his muscles, why should he make such a gesture again.
If it was really caring for him as it was last night, what kind of suppression of these 20 years of indifference?
Rong Ju lowered his eyes slightly, covering his dark eyes.
As Qiao Lingyu continued to think that he could still return to the once-spirited master, the handsome man on the bed suddenly said:
"I want to see Master."
Qiao Lingyu's words were not interrupted, and he nodded in agreement. "It's time to see Master. Master, please ask Master, maybe he won't be angry."
She wanted to step forward to help Rongjue, but he avoided it and insisted on getting up from the bed. He walked slightly, but he could barely stand still.
The proud man of the sky once stood in front of the bronze mirror hanging in the house and looked at the one inside.
The hair was messy, pale, and there was blood on the abdomen.
It looked terrible.
And this is all thanks to Shi Qing.
The one in the bronze mirror raised his hand and landed on his cheek.
The place where there should be a scar that was so small that it was hard to notice, was now smooth.
Qiao Lingyu looked at Xiang Rongjue in doubt: "Master?"
Rong Jue retracted his sight in the bronze mirror, lowered his hand, and taunted under his eyes, quietly:
"Let's go."
He got out of the house first, Qiao Lingyu looked at his back and went out, standing still with doubt in his eyes.
Hesitation gradually rose in my heart.
Why does the big brother seem ... different from before?
Just now, she was even a little scared.
Rong Jue who walked in front seemed to be aware of Xiao Shimei's doubts, turned around and smiled, still as sunny as ever.
"What I'm trying to do, I haven't repaired it now, and I'm bothering you to take me up the mountain."
Looking at this familiar smile, Qiao Lingyu immediately lost her confusion in her heart and immediately followed the master.
It's strange.
She is Shui Linggen, and her instincts are always accurate.
There are times when it is not allowed today.