A Self-Rescue Guide for Thousands of Suspects [Quick Transmigration]

Qing Jun's face suddenly turned pale, and his eye circles turned red. He looked at Feng Ye in disbelief, "Feng Jun..." How could Feng Ye, who treated him more than his own life, act so indifferently?

The former Mozun didn't even bother to look at him anymore, and interrupted: "Don't shout so intimately."

Qingjun was taken aback for a moment, and an idea came to his mind.

That's right, at the beginning Chunshui River planned to save "Feng Ye"'s life, and planned several coincidences and owed favors to take down the tyrannical demon king.

His master had calculated that the Demon Lord "Feng Ye" is a man of love, with an unpredictable personality, and he refuses people thousands of miles away, but he is very easy to fall in love with a demon. Once he falls in love, it will be his catastrophe.As long as a person who is desperately in love recognizes a lover, even if the land falls and the earth is torn apart, this feeling cannot be severed. This is why Qing Jun dared to betray "Feng Ye" again and again.

Because he knew that "Feng Ye" had fallen in love with him a long time ago, and would never hate him.

Qingjun instantly figured it out.Feng Yeguan is in the dungeon of the Meditation School, even though he was stern and stern just now, it was only to create the illusion of resentment, to draw a boundary line with himself, so that he would not be dragged down by him innocently.

Feng Ye saw the person's complexion change several times, from pale to fragile to powerless and distressed, reaching the climax of emotional explosion in the silent performance.

A drop of clear tear dripped down Qingjun's thin cheek to the ground.

Feng Ye wanted to applaud, but unfortunately he has been 0 for a long time, and has no interest in such weak and beautiful women.

But the play still has to be played.

After a long silence, Feng Ye pretended to be struggling in pain, and said sadly: "Qingjun, what do you want me to do?"

Qing Jun walked up to Feng Ye and looked up at him, as if there were thousands of grievances that couldn't be sorted out, and thousands of unspoken helplessness.

He turned his head, not wanting Feng Ye to see the weak tears on his face, "A hundred years ago, I ran into Feng Jun by the Chunshui River, and I never imagined that the meeting would be like this."

Feng Ye: If you fart, all the dramas like yours are bad, okay?That is to say, the original person can believe that you are an innocent encounter.

Feng Ye recalled: "If Qing Jun hadn't saved my life, I, Feng Ye, would not be where I am today..." He sighed slightly, "If Qing Jun wants me to help you again, I will never refuse to repay the gentleman for saving your life. "

Every time Qingjun asks for Fengye, he starts from the incident of encountering and salvaging "Fengye" in the river at the beginning of his memories, and then goes on and on, without mentioning his life-saving grace, but Every time, "Feng Ye" felt guilty and offered to help him.

Feng Ye sighed, this is the art of language!

Sure enough, as soon as Feng Ye's words fell, Qing Jun raised his pretty face and looked over guiltily, "I'm so embarrassed, I've already hurt you enough..."

Feng Ye lived up to his fate, and immediately answered: "It's clear that I hurt you enough. You shouldn't have met a demon cultivator like me. It was me who hurt you. Qingjun, I will definitely help you if you need it."

"Consider it," he smiled wryly and vomited a mouthful of blood, "I will do it for you in my whole life."

Qing Jun was very moved, he raised his hands and pressed them against Feng Ye's chest, hesitant to speak.

Feng Ye showed an unbearable expression: "Qingjun, tell me."

"I..." Qing Jun paused, bit his lips and lamented, "That day after you were escorted back by the sect leader and his party, I was dragged into the interrogation hall, where they said that I had an affair with a demon cultivator and wanted to punish me. "

What he said was ambiguous, but the fact is that the information provided by Qingjun is really suspicious. Some people in the sect questioned his relationship with the Demon Realm, but he couldn't tell the source of the information. Could it be that he just said that I knew the Demon Lord and I asked him to come?

Although he has made great achievements, if he reveals that he has something to do with Moxiu, he will definitely be gossiped behind his back and his reputation will be insulted.If he wants to become famous in the cultivation world, he must not leave any stains behind.

He came to the prison this time because he wanted Feng Ye to take the initiative to admit that he had deceived himself by hiding the identity of the Demon Lord and approaching him, while he was sensitive and intelligent. After seeing through the identity of the Demon Lord, he defied danger and lurked beside the Demon Lord , secretly conveying dangerous information to the Xianmen family.

Feng Ye nodded and agreed to admit this unwarranted crime for him.

Qingjun was secretly happy in his heart, but on the bright side, his eyes were full of affection, and his red lips were close together, ready to give Feng Ye a sweetener, so that he would be completely willing to take the blame for himself.

Feng Ye was caught off guard for a moment, and was so startled that he turned his face away instantly, avoiding Qingjun's proactive intimacy, while secretly thinking that he was terrified that he was almost molested, while smiling affectionately and painfully.

"...Qingjun, you are a gentleman like a bamboo, I don't want to humiliate you."

Seeing the fierce and handsome face of the Mozun, Qing Jun's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately grabbed his palm.

It's a pity that this person is a demon who shouts to fight and kill. Since he has a life of love, he can only be a sacrifice for his own success.

The corners of his eyes were red, and there was tenderness in his eyes, and he mourned: "Feng Jun..."

After Qing Jun left, Feng Ye felt sick to his stomach for a long time. He didn't expect the power of the white lotus to be so powerful, and this kind of hypocrisy and deceit was simply mental pollution.

He is currently in a situation where he has a green hat on his head and a black hat on his back.

001 asked: "Host, are you really planning to take the blame for Qingjun? According to the statistics, the survival rate after the scapegoat is 0.01%, which may lead to forced departure. Please consider carefully."

Feng Ye: "Do you think I look like a green-haired bastard? Of course I won't."

001: "Then what are you going to do?"

Feng Ye calmed down and said, "I'll find out tomorrow."

……

Kongyingtan is not a pool of water, but a peak.The peak is surrounded by aura, the bamboo shadows are deep, and the flowers, plants and trees are green all year round. It is the most spiritual and quiet place of the Meditation School.

The owner of the peak, Mo Qingai, likes to hide from the world, and there is only one servant boy in the peak to clean up. Except for the head of the sect, no one is allowed to enter unless invited.

It was already a while before Qingjun came out of the dungeon under the Hall of Inquiries, he stood in the wind for a while, and went to wipe off the bloody smell on his clothes.

In the Jingxin sect, it is important to use the sword, so he can only walk through a path back to Wangan Mountain, but on the way, he accidentally meets a servant boy who comes down from the Kongying Lake.

The servant boy is about seven or eight years old. His name is Anuo. He is a boy with a snow-white dumpling face. He said "good people are good".

Qingjun nodded in greeting, and then he was stunned. Mo Fengzhu is so indifferent to world affairs, he is an idler who doesn't even want to receive a title, and usually doesn't communicate with the mountain for several years or even decades, why did he send a servant at this time? Boy down the mountain?

Or is it the order to bow down to the head?

What is the urgent matter that Mo Fengzhu sent a servant to disturb the master when he was in the child?

He frowned, looking at the back of the servant boy leaving, his heart was full of surprise.

He remembered that he once heard his master Wan Gan talk nonsense after drinking, Wan Gan talked about the jealous talent Mo Qingai, vaguely said a series of terrible things, and then said a series of regrettable things.

Could it be... the rumor that Mo Feng's life is not long is not groundless?

The mist condensed by the spiritual energy on the Kongyingtan was even more empty under the moonlight. Qingjun stood there watching for a long time before lifting his feet and leaving.

Sooner or later, he will have his own peak.

Just, wait a little longer.

……

At the moment of the child, the empty shadow pool.

The head of the sect meditated at night, and was summoned directly to the Kongyingtan by an urgent prostration order.

The servant boy Anuo was sweating profusely, his little face was flushed like a powder ball, and after leading the head into the room, he pulled up the gauze curtain on Mo Feng's bed.

Under the heavy curtains, lay a slender figure. If others saw it for the first time, they would think it was elegant and quiet, like a celestial being exiled from the nine heavens, ethereal and not like a person from the Three Realms. When they looked closely, they would be amazed at the exquisiteness of his face. Like a puppet carved by the God of Creation, every strand of hair is glowing with a cool light.

This is exactly Mo Qingai, the master of the Kongyingtan Peak and the master of the Jingxin Sect.

No one would have expected that Mo Qingai, known as the rare genius in the cultivation world, was lying flat on the bed like an ice sculpture at this moment, with her eyes closed, her brows furrowed, her face pale as if she had a chronic illness.

The sect master observed the cold sweat on his junior brother's forehead, put his fingers on several spiritual acupoints, turned his head and asked, "Is Qing Mi still having those dreams recently?"

"Yes." Anuo's eyes were red, holding back tears, "The peak master, he has trouble falling asleep every night, and he is sleepy during the day. He used to be able to get up at noon to exercise, but recently he has become more and more tired. It takes a day to get up. It was later than one day," Anuo sniffed, "I called the gate master a few times today but he didn't answer. When I came in again, I was unconscious like this."

All the elders of the Meditation School knew to some extent that Mo Qingai entered the Mahayana period at the age of 20. She had a bright future and was expected to ascend to immortality. Unfortunately, after a retreat, she suddenly had a heart demon and was trapped in the same nightmare every night.

The previous master, that is, Mo Qingai's master, tried his best to help him relieve his demons, but in vain, even the content of the dream could not be asked from his mouth.

From then on, Mo Qingai became more and more withdrawn and cold. If it wasn't for the elders he knew and the servants around him, he would not even see the rest.

After understanding the situation, the head of the sect used his spiritual power to circulate throughout Mo Qingai's blood vessels for a week, and his face became gloomy.

Originally, the inner demon was only hindering his cultivation, but he didn't know when the inner demon had penetrated into his foundation and entered his dantian, and it was difficult to get rid of it.

A Nuo quickly asked: "Sect Leader, is the Peak Master okay?"

The head of the sect was dark and dignified: "The heart demon has eroded the foundation, and the demonic energy in the green mist dantian is muddy, and it is inseparable from one's own spiritual energy. This is the source of the coma."

"Then, what should we do?" A Nuo couldn't contain his tears any longer, and rolled down his chubby cheeks, "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo Woohoo, hiccup... isn't there a lot of fairy medicine in the ancient mirror? I beg you, the master, to save the peak master!"

A Nuo has no father and no mother, and since he can remember, he was sent to Kongyingtan to accompany Mo Qingai, and learned a lot from the peak master, although he is not qualified enough to start, the peak master Mo can be regarded as half of his master.

Even though Mo Qingai never joked with him, the friendship was very deep for A Nuo.

The head of the sect pondered for a while: "The ancient mirror Tibetan medicine is mostly used in the disasters in the mortal world, and there are very few left... What's more, this demon can't be cured with elixir." He explained, "The aura of the celestial medicine is too strong. , enters the body, but will fight against the inner demons, and if you are not careful, you will have the risk of exploding and dying..."

The leader thought for a while, and said: "You must be able to fight poison with poison, use demonic energy to circulate, and gradually draw out the demons in your heart."

"Demon energy?" Arnold wiped his face with his sleeve, "Then let Moxiu come."

But ordinary demonic energy can't save Mo Qingai, a genius who has been rare for thousands of years.

The headmaster shook his head, "Qing Ai's spiritual power is too strong, and ordinary demonic energy is too weak, but it will be absorbed by the heart demon and make it stronger, causing even more irreparable consequences."

"Master, what should I do?"

The head of the sect sighed, "You need to have demonic energy above the Mahayana stage to do it."

"But don't talk about magic cultivation, just look at the whole cultivation world. There are only a few real people above the Mahayana stage. Master Mo is one, and you are the head. The others are all living in Taoyuan, and they can't even be found. Here..." A Nuo suddenly remembered something, and his eyes widened.

Mo Qingai was lying on the bed, not knowing what the demon had made him dream about again, he frowned, his chest trembled rapidly, scarlet blood dripped from the corners of his lips.

The head of the sect has never seen his younger brother look so fragile, and suddenly remembered that the master held his hand before his death. He said that although Qing Ai is beyond the world, he is too alienated and indifferent to world affairs, so he must take good care of Qing Ai , don't let this person go astray.

The master said: "If Qing Yu is possessed by the devil, then the whole Three Realms will usher in a bloody storm, and no one can stop him."

The head of the door took the handkerchief from the servant boy, wiped off the cold sweat on Mo Qingai's forehead one by one, and finally sighed.

"The one in the dungeon, go to the Hall of Inquiry and ask for it."