Chapter 86: Master Jealous of Disciples (3)

When Shi Qing went back, he put on a cyan thin shirt, which was usually worn when he slept, but he didn't sleep directly, but instead sat on a round bench in the room and waited.
After learning the song systematically, the interest popped up: [Host me! 】
After seeing Shi Qing's face, he paused and became tense. He stuttered and asked: [Shu, host, why are you so ugly? 】
Shi Qingzheng pours tea for himself, and when he hears it asks, he raises his eyebrows slightly: [Normally, I delivered the spiritual power for Rong Jue all night last night, and it was good without falling down. 】
The monk cultivates all by his aura, and it will take a lot of energy to pass on his aura to others. Shi Qing can still stand now, and it ’s all because of him.
Although it came from peony.
The system suddenly realized, it turned out to be the recipe for salvation.
When it understands, it urges Shi Qing: [Hurry up and take a rest, and it will take a long time to cultivate the spiritual power for the whole night before you can cultivate. 】
Shi Qing: [No, I'm waiting for someone. 】
System: [Isn't the original owner rarely visited? 】
Shi Qing: [Wai Rong Jue. 】
System: [Ha? 】
It was aggressively thinking about Rong Jue. This time period should reasonably require lying in bed to cultivate. How could it be possible to find the host? Outside, Rong Jue came with a weak, but very gentle voice:
"Disciple Rongjue, come to plead guilty to Master."
Next, Qiao Lingyu's: "Disciple Qiao Lingyu, come to plead guilty to the Master."
Shi Qing raised her eyebrows: [No, here it is. 】
He just got up, suddenly frowned slightly, and stared out the room.
Shi Qing: [It seems a bit wrong. 】
System: [... host, Rongjue rejection ... 500100]
System: [He used to be 300 against the sky, and now it directly exceeds 500. This is not scientific! !! 】
After a moment of surprise, Shi Qing gradually calmed down again: [唔 ... You can see if there is any hidden plot, I can feel that the current Rong Jue is not the previous Rong Jue. 】
system:【……】
It worked hard to find a fan.
[Fanwai: When Rongjue was going to the Demon Sovereign, he was going to Chiyunzong to find Shiqing and revenge, but he woke up overnight, but found that he had been born again to the period when the spiritual root had just been abolished and repaired ...
system:【……】
system:【……】
It got it.
The difficulty was enough, but now Rong Jue is directly reborn, and the world can't be better!
It was totally dead: [Host, let's withdraw. 】
Shi Qing: [Withdraw, why withdraw? 】
The system can't wait for a crash on the spot: [Rong Jue has been reborn, how can this be played. 】
Before that, Rong Jue could also say that he wanted to kill Shi Qing. Now this is not easy. He hated Shi Qing with a knife and still has this ability.
The system is going crazy, Shi Qing doesn't think it is a bad thing.
[Isn't this good? It's easier than before. 】
system:【……】
It really does not understand humans.
Outside, after Qiao Lingyu shouted, he looked forward carefully, seeing that the prohibition did not open, and whispered to Rong Jue next to him, "Master, is the master closed?"
When she came before, Master would tell her whether she saw or not.
Nothing is happening now.
Rong Jue was a bit stiff, and her head hung slightly, but she didn't speak.
He is Rong Jue, but not Rong Jue at this moment.
It is the glory that has entered the demon world in addition to the prohibition given by Shi Qing in the body.
But somehow, he was just taking a nap, then opened his eyes, and returned to this time when he was still weak.
When Mozun arrived, it was exactly when Shi Qinglai came to heal Rongjue, but he was a hundred years later. Although he was in his own body, he could not fit into it and could only watch.
Even so, it was enough that he slowly affected Rong Jue.
And now, he has completely occupied this body, replacing the former self.
The handsome man kneeling on the ground didn't show any clue, but he had been watching the surrounding environment.
This is indeed the cliff of Qingjian Peak in Chiyunzong.
He can ensure that no one in the world can pull him into a fantasy, so is this true?
The memory of Mozun gradually merged with the original Rongji's memory.
He also knew that the man who had come here to kneel before was to find out if the person he had healed last night was Shi Qing.
In Mozun's memory, Shi Qing did not heal him, but he did recover most of his injuries after one night.
The dark flashed in his eyes, still kneeling straight, and his voice repeated his own words:
"Disciple Rongjue, come to plead guilty to Master."
He knew that Shi Qing didn't like to go out and socialize. He always stayed on Qing Jianfeng and didn't go elsewhere.
not to mention……
Mozun lowered his eyes and sniffed the fragrance of Fengmu from the tip of his nose.
Qiao Lingyu kneeling aside couldn't notice it, but Rong Jue could smell the strong fragrance, and someone must have burnt the phoenix in the house.
Fengmu can grow into a tree in three thousand years. A Fengmu tree can only take a stack of spices for incense. The Fengmu tree can only grow under certain circumstances. People can't plant it at all. Therefore, Fengmuxiang has always been valuable. .
Ten years ago, some people found hundreds of Fengmu trees in a small oasis, made them into spices, and auctioned them. Shi Shangzun bought them for a large price, just because the only son loved Fengmuxiang.
Even so, Feng Muxiang is too rare, his good master always used it only when he was in the house.
After a hundred years, everyone knew that Mozun hated Fengmu, and he would destroy it when he saw it.
As for why, it is because the disgust to the former master has affected Feng Mushu.
Now that she smells Fengmuxiang, Rongjue can clear it in the house.
Just avoid it.
He might have chosen to leave if the previous one, but now, Rong Jue kneeling on the icy stone bricks slightly raised his hand, brushing his supposedly tiny cheek.
The fingers with thin cocoons fell because of long-term sword practice, Rongjue raised his eyes:
"Disciple Rongjue, come to plead guilty to Master."
Qiao Lingyu: "Master, Master should be absent."
Rong Jue then glanced at her.
This is the little sister he once loved, and she also relayed help when he was in trouble, but this could not meet the relative sword holding after he entered the Mozu.
A hundred years later, Mozun is no longer the original glory. When looking at this little girl again, there is no trace of love in her heart.
He bowed his head slightly, as if faintly whispering:
"Little Master, I lost face for Qing Jianfeng. Today I have to plead guilty to Master. Since Master is not there, can you help me to go down the mountain to find out where Master is?"
Qiao Lingyu didn't think of anything else, only thinking that his brother was weak and couldn't get down the mountain, he quickly supported Rong Jue carefully and let him sit on the stone bench outside.
Full mouth assured: "Master, rest assured, I will definitely ask Master to come back!"
She settled down on the good brother and eased down the mountain.
Rong Jue's eyes stared at the back of Xiaoshimei, and turned to look at the elegantly decorated place.
Shi Qing's residence is on the highest cliff of Qingjian Peak. Compared with other immortal residences that are almost empty, this place is more like a mortal house, even some of the furnishings inside are very similar.
As a child, Rong Jue was eager to live with the Master because it was like a mortal house, but after being full of expectations, he was punished by Shi Qing for 10,000 times.
Ten thousand times.
Even if he was already deflated at that time, this kind of practice is definitely not a child's ability to bear.
Rong Jue still remembers that his aching arm couldn't move at that time, but he still had to lift up the sword and feel the grievance. Even if he grew up later, when he remembered it, he still had some grievance.
Now thinking of it, Rong Jue has only coldness in his eyes.
He wanted to leave Chiyunzong directly, re-cultivate into the demon, and then return to kill Shi Qing.
It's not difficult for Rongjue to make a detour again.
But in the end he still wanted to figure out why Qingqing saved him.
According to the memory of last night, Mozun speculated that Shi Qing should not want him to die.
Even if he were to be destroyed, the man on the verge of death was Shi Qing.
In this case, it is too easy to force his good teacher out.
He coughed a few times as if he was very weak, slowly holding out the stone table, and walked slowly toward the back.
He stood on the cliff and looked down.
From here you can only see the white mist below.
When Rong Jue was the big brother who was about to refining the virtual period, he could easily jump from here without any damage.
And he sitting in the position of the demon can easily jump off.
But now, he is almost equivalent to an ordinary mortal.
"what!"
The handsome man who was standing on the edge of the cliff as if watching the scenery seemed to have soft legs and fell to the ground, as if to roll off the cliff next second.
The exclamation, and the location of the exclamation, were enough to make the house think he had fallen off a cliff.
The next moment, the originally closed door suddenly opened wide.
Wearing a thin blue shirt, and even returned Xianzun hurriedly waving his sleeves behind him, a spiritual force fell on Rong Jue and sent him to a safer side.
"Master ..."
Rong Jue struggling weakly, kneeling in the direction of Shi Qing, as if very grateful: "The disciples thank Master for helping."
It was just the indifference of the opposite tone in the eyes that were hanging.
Sure enough, Shi Qing will not let him die.
When he raised his eyes again, there was only deep admiration inside.
If the previous level of honor is ninety, then the current level of magic honor is 99999999.
It's just acting, it's too easy for him.
At the same time, observing others is no longer a difficult task for the glory that has become the demon.
He noticed that Shi Qing turned a little uncomfortable slightly after seeing her admiration, and at the same time, he did not let go of Shi Qing's pale face.
It ’s not so simple to send your spiritual power to others ’body. Last night, Shi Qing had to cultivate for at least three months before he could slow down. Rong Jue deliberately led him out and wanted to see his expression .
He is the supreme respect of Qing Jianfeng. He never goes down the mountain. In addition to the excessive loss of spiritual power, there is nothing that makes him look weak.
Obviously ruined Rong Jue ’s spiritual root practice, but he paid a lot of spiritual power to heal him.
Rong Jue ruled out in his heart what Shi Qing wanted to do with him.
After all, he has never concealed his dislike for him, but last night, all his actions showed that Shi Qing took great care of him.
Take care?
Rong Jue ironically turned these two words in his heart.
Although I don't want to admit it, there really is no other reason for Shi Qing to do so except to take care of it.
If it was the former glory, he would have felt secretly rejoicing when he realized this, and pleased that the Master was taking care of himself quietly.
But now that I know this, I have been struggling to survive for a hundred years, but I finally sat in the high position of Mozun but only mocked.
Since he took care of him in the back, why did he pose like this and why did he ruin him?
Rong Jue's thoughts and thoughts did not affect his skillful expression of admiration on the pale face, looking at the supreme superior.
As in the impression, Shi Qing has a delicate face, such as a deep winter snow mountain.
Even the voice was indifferent: "If you can go up the mountain, have you been cultivated?"
Rong Jue was grateful, looking into his eyes full of admiration:
"No longer hindering my movement, I will be able to practice again in a few days."
Shi Qing said: "Now that you have cultivated, leave Chiyunzong."
Rong Jue's face was sullen.
"Master?"
The upper-faced, white-jade man in the blue shirt, more and more lined up, avoided his sight, only looking towards the green pines in the distance, the pale lips slightly closed, exposing cruel words:
"Now that you have cultivated everything, the spiritual roots have been destroyed, and you are no different from mortals. I have decided to confess to the sovereign and let you return to the mortal world."
Rong Jue's thoughts in his heart, but his face showed the expression that is most beneficial to his current situation.
The handsome man wearing blood-stained clothing on his body was reddish, his body trembled, his knees went to the Supreme, and his face begged pitifully:
"Pray for Master, don't rush the disciples to leave, the disciples can gather spiritual power and continue to practice, Master, Master ..."
He had stepped into the market in order to continue his practice, and these beggings naturally came in handy.
Praying so hard, I'm afraid that even if the heart is as hard as a stone, it will be moved a bit, but Qing sometimes has no mercy, but instead swipes his sleeves and directly waves the big disciple aside.
The voice was indifferent: "I said you had no immortality when you came under my door. Now it is my sentence. Even if you return to the mortal world, you can still be a wealthy Weng Ankang in your life. "
It sounds cold.
It also looks ruthless.
Rong Jue didn't ignore that Shi Qing never looked at him when he said these words, as if he didn't dare to look directly at him.
Shi Qing didn't want to kill him, he just wanted to let him leave the cultivation world.
With a bottom in his heart, he became more and more confused.
The memory of a hundred years ago is actually a bit vague. He only remembers that he was driven out of Chiyunzong after he lost his cultivation.
But now when he looks at Shiqing, he is more like just trying to drive him out of the ancestral gate. Rong Jue thought in his heart, and the more he begged on his face:
"Master, the disciples do not want to return to the mortal world, the disciples want to stay with the master."
"You mortal, what good end can there be in the realm of cultivation."
Shi Qing still insisted: "Mortal life spans a hundred years, and there are many. Before you leave, you can bring enough gold and silver, which is enough for you to be a rich man in the mortal world."
Rong Jue can vaguely feel Shi Qing's intolerance, but it is a lingering gloom.
His first reaction was that the hypocrite was posing again.
But after he quietly came to heal his wounds last night, it seemed very unbearable, and it became very real.
The demon had a care in his heart, bowed his head, and his voice was sad.
"I grew up in Qing Jianfeng since I was a kid, and Master drove me away. Where can I go, now I am totally ruined, just like a mortal. I went to the mortal world without the Master ’s door to take care of it. It's as humiliating as a knife and a fish. "
As this sentence came out, Rong Jue was keenly aware that the face of Zhang Yubai as an immortal in Shiqing showed a little hesitation.
He hit the railroad while hot:
"The disciples know that the spiritual roots are destroyed, and Xiantu is hopeless. I just ask the Master to keep me at Qingjianfeng, even if I am a sap."
"The disciples can only live for a hundred years, only to interrupt the master here for a hundred years and ask the master to answer."
That being said, those who heard it sadly saw tears.
After finishing speaking, always a proud disciple of Qing Jianfeng's big disciple: "Pray for the Master to answer!"
The seemingly high supremely silent, and did not say anything to drive him away.
Rong Jue knelt straight and continued:
"The disciples know that Master ’s intention to let the disciples leave the practice world is nothing more than worrying that the disciples will be bullied if they do n’t practice, but now I ’m just a futile. If you bring your money, it will be like a three-year-old child holding a gold coin and walking around the city.
He said firmly, "If this is the case, Master might as well give his disciples a death. I would rather die at Qing Jianfeng rather than die miserably elsewhere."
In fact, he was right. He did so in his last life. He became a waste, and Shi Qing gave him a lot of gold and silver, and then drove him away.
A dead man who can't even hold a sword appears in the mortal world with so much gold and silver, isn't that a three-year-old child holding gold to live in the city?
In my life, Rong Jue was almost dead.
If it hadn't been for him to roll off the cliff and happen to have inherited the Demon Clan, I'm afraid he doesn't know that he still has the Demon Bloodline.
At that time, Mozun determined that when Shi Qing gave him gold and silver, in addition to showing his kindness, he wanted to use this gold and silver to kill him, an abolitionist who could not protect himself.
But now, Rong Jue looked up slightly, looking at Shi Qing, who still looked like a jade figure shaped by ice and snow, keenly felt his hesitation from his slightly raised eyebrows.
From his perspective, you can see the long fingers that hang down on the side.
The slender, white, manicured nails are pale pink and look very nice.
At this moment, such good-looking fingers are slightly tangled, and the index finger and the big finger are disturbed and unconsciously rubbing.
He hesitated.
Fearing that Rongjue would leave the practice world, Rongjue's end would really become what he said.
In the end, the seemingly expressionless Supreme clenched his fist, hid it under his sleeve, and made a decision.
"Since you are so determined, you will be allowed to stay at Qingjian Peak as a teacher."
A different path from my previous life.
Master different from memory.
Even after experiencing too much, Rong Ji, who has been cold-hearted and indifferent, can't distinguish whether his memory of Shi Qing was really like that in his last life, or whether he didn't realize from the clues that Shi Qing really treated him. Attitude.
He only showed just the right rejoicing on his face, just like the stupid oneself one hundred years ago:
"Thank you, Master, for your success!"
Rong Ju continued to scratch his head, but the fingers on the ground moved slightly.
A little magical spirit floated down the upper blue shirt.
Just after losing a lot of spiritual power, it was the weakest moment that Shi Qing really didn't notice.
He remained indifferent: "Let's step down without incident."
"Teacher ... oh!"
Shi Qingyu showed pain on her white face, her slender fingers pressed against her chest, and her feet could hardly stand.
"Master!"
Rong Jue stood up nervously, helped the crumbling person, his hand fell to the other's slender waist: "Are you all right?"
While speaking the words of concern, at the same time controlled the small magical spirit to continue to invade the heart of the person who was helping.
The system immediately lights up the alert: [Host! !! There is something going on in your heart! 】
The system proudly raised the data: [But don't be afraid, I've stopped the host! 】
Shi Qing's voice laughed: "Good, don't stop, let it in. I'm useful, but the pain can be shielded. 】
system:【? ? ? 】
It doesn't understand.
Don't understand.
But this does not prevent it from being obedient!
Rong Jue's satisfied finding was that whether Shi Qing was badly hurt now or because he became a wasteful man, Shi Qing no longer had any precautions, and his magical energy smoothly entered the heart of the other party.
"nothing."
Shang Zun, covering his chest, turned his face white, and stood upright with difficulty, waving his sleeves to let the big disciple leave: "You step down ... oh!"
Shi Qing seemed to be even more painful, shivering and falling uncontrollably into the arms of his disciples.
He was a second-generation Xiu since he was a child. He grew up with all kinds of pets. Where has he suffered this kind of pain, Rong Jue held his soft and thin waist, and he could almost hear the sorrowful cry.
Of course, this is just an illusion.
How could the upper face of the face want to cry in front of his disciples, but this does not prevent Rong Jue from seeing the other person's slightly red eyes, and a light and depressing gasp.
He is tall, and even if he is injured, he can still easily embrace the teacher in his arms.
Touching the other side's soft and weak body because of the pain approaching himself, Rongjue realized that this master, who had been waiting for more than a hundred years in the midnight dream, could eat his flesh and drink his blood.
When I first realized that I was born again, Rong Jue's thoughts were the same except that I wanted to clarify the truth that I hadn't seen in my last life.
But now, holding on to the soft thin waist.
A hundred years ago, Mozun suddenly had a new way of revenge.
What could make the other person feel more humiliated than breaking the upper wings of a jade-like man who was born high and crushing them on the couch?
He was forced to surrender by himself, a disciple who grew up with him.
Shiqing Shangzun, are you still up?
Listening to Master's thin and weak gasping for pain, Rong Jue stopped the other side and lifted up.
Where the Master couldn't see, the corners of the lips rose slightly, and his eyes were full of imperatives.
"A disciple will take you back to your room, Master."