The idiot went crazy again today

Luo Yunhuan didn't bother to pay attention to the baseless accusation of the elder holding the sword, but turned around and squatted down in front of Yuqingchi, and asked softly: "Qingchi, can you still hear my voice?"

His voice was soft and gentle, with a cold texture. At first glance, it sounded like crushed frost and snow, coming from a distant place.

But Yuqingchi didn't hear it clearly.The heavy shackles cast on him by the four elders of Yunhai Tiancheng made him almost out of breath. He knelt on the ground, his head hanging down, gasping for breath one after another.

It seemed that someone was talking in his ear, not like the ghostly voice that made him fearful, but rather like the person he was always attached to in his heart.

A corner of clothes was in his line of sight, someone came in front of him, and the long hem of the clothes dragged on the ground, breaking into his sight.Yuqingchi's eyes were filled with a layer of blood, and he couldn't tell whether the corners of the clothes, which were as light as cicada feathers, were red or pure white.

He didn't even dare to look up easily to see who was standing in front of him at this time.

He was afraid that the person who came was Luo Yunhuan, he was afraid that the look of disgust would appear on his dazzling face, he was even more afraid that the person who came was not Luo Yunhuan, his time was running out, and the four elders might take his life at any time , the ghost body and half soul in his body couldn't wait to take his body, he just wanted to take another look at the person he was most attached to in this life before disappearing from this world...

"Qingchi, look up at me..."

The voice gradually became clearer, like the cold moonlight piercing through the layers of black clouds and reflecting on the earth, and it also brought back his mind that had begun to slacken.

Yuqingchi raised her head suddenly, and bumped into Luo Yunhuan's clear eyes.

Luo Yunhuan frowned, her expression was slightly gloomy, and under the reflection of the light of thousands of spirit beads hanging high in the air on Wujian Xiantai, her face looked like a beautiful jade that would shatter at the touch of a finger.

His body lingered with terrifying coercion and surging spiritual power that was too late to take back.Yuqing Pool

Wei Wei was stunned for a moment, not daring to say anything: "Master, is that you? I'm the son of a yin and yang... I'm sorry, I kept it from you for so long, but you still want to... come and see me again..."

The blood of the ghost clan flows in his blood, and Yu Qingchi has understood it since he was a child.The first sentence of Yushi's forbidden move to control ghosts has stated in the first sentence that this move can only be practiced by people with the blood of the ghost clan.

Since when did I start thinking about concealing my blood and Luo Yunhuan to enter Yunhai Tiancheng?

Yuqingchi thought about it, probably in the haunted house of Yufu ten years ago.At that time, Luo Yunhuan was also like today, wearing snow-white clothes and half black hair, squatting in front of him in the windy ghost house.The hem of the snow-white clothes spread out meanderingly, and the black hair like ebony was fluttering in the wind, exuding bursts of cold fragrance like ice and snow.

Yuqingchi, who saw Luo Yunhuan for the first time, seemed to see the Nine Heavens God.

The next moment, the unstained god stretched out his hand towards him and asked him softly: Would you like to be my apprentice.

Can dirty ghosts also become disciples of gods?

Yuqingchi raised his small head and looked at his god uneasily.

Time flows.

Ten years later, his god appeared in front of him again, but he no longer dared to raise his head and look at him without fear.

Ten years ago, he chose to hide the ghost blood flowing in his body because he was greedy for the warm light shining through the cold night. Ten years later, his dirty and humble blood was finally stripped away in front of Luo Yunhuan ,A bird's eye view.With what face will he face the god who dragged him out of the sea of ​​darkness and shared the bright sunshine of this world with him?

"Master, are you also here to kill me?" Yu Qingchi said softly: "Although I am the son of a ghost, I have never had the intention of harming others, let alone anyone, please believe me, Master. "

His voice became lower and lower, and in the end it was almost inaudible: "It's really wrong to conceal your identity, this disciple is guilty. It is the disciple's fortune to know the master in this life, and it is also the disciple's fortune to be lost at the hands of the master... "

Yuqingchi finished speaking in a forced breath, as if exhausting all the strength in his life, he lowered his eyes, not daring to look at Luo Yunhuan again.

It's ridiculous.Yuqingchi smiled wryly in his heart, who just wanted to see him again, and who dared not even look at him now that he was right in front of him...

There was silence around my ears.As if a long time had passed, there was a sudden sensation of cool fingertips caressing her forehead.

Luo Yunhuan's fingers gently pulled his sweat-soaked hair from the sideburns behind his ears, then swept across his side face and rested on his chin.Immediately, he cupped his face with both hands, and the familiar frost-like aura exuded from Liuyun's wide sleeves made Yuqingchi feel at ease and nostalgic.

Being able to die in the hands of the master in this life is also the luck of the disciple...

Yuqingchi's face was gently held by those hands, and finally he boldly opened his eyes, and his eyes fell on the pale face of the other party reflected by the Qinghui.

I saw a helpless smile on Luo Yunhuan's jade-like flawless face, she shook her head and said, "Since you didn't kill the person, why admit your mistake?"

"Master, Master?" Yu Qingchi suddenly opened his eyes wide, looking straight at Luo Yunhuan's clouded eyes in disbelief: "You don't blame me?"

"I..." Luo Yunhuan was about to say something, but suddenly her brows frowned, and she stood up and counterattacked to dispel the sudden ferocity behind her.

"Luo Yunhuan, in front of the tens of thousands of disciples in Yunhai Tiancheng, you still want to protect your ghost disciple!" The sword-wielding elder smiled and drew his long sword out of its sheath, and pointed it at Luo Yunhuan!

"I'm not blindly protecting," Luo Yunhuan stretched out his hand to protect the apprentice behind him, and said in a deep voice, "The reason for this matter has not yet been clarified, so I shouldn't have killed Yuqingchi so hastily. Elder, give me a few days, and let me take the place in the city. Find out the real ghost cultivator..."

"Nonsense!" Holding the sword, he shouted angrily, "Just now this son has admitted that he has the blood of the ghost clan. Who else would have killed this person if he didn't kill him? Luo Yunhuan, for a person from the ghost clan, you don't care about the tens of thousands of people in Yunhai Tiancheng. Disciple's life is in danger, are you worthy of Immortal Yan Yun passing on your position as head?"

"Yes, Junior Brother, I don't think there is any need to continue investigating this matter." Fengyue took a step forward, trying to get closer to Luo Yunhuan, but Luo Yunhuan hurriedly retreated while protecting Yuqing Pool.

"Senior Brother Fengyue, even you don't believe me?" Luo Yunhuan asked in a deep voice, her voice was filled with unspeakable disappointment instead of joy or anger.

"I'm sorry, Junior Brother." Fengyue sighed, and said helplessly, "I don't want to fight with you, but this ghost clan hurt the lives of my Bagua Peak disciples. If you don't kill them, how can you comfort the undead? Junior Brother, don't blame me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly felt troubled, threw the folding fan in the air, and pulled out a moon-white long sword from the handle with a "shua".

Yuqingchi was dizzy, his whole body was weak, and every corner of his body was in great pain, but at the moment Fengyue Saber appeared, a strong induction came from his spiritual veins, and the heavenly prophecy that fell beside him was also there. From time to time, there were bursts of clear sounds.

"This is?"

"It's been several years since I saw Senior Brother Fengyue's Qiongchuang sword unsheathed." Luo Yunhuan sighed, "Senior brother really wants to force me hard?"

"I'm not forcing you, Junior Brother. In the past, you used up a lot of energy to suppress ghosts, and your body and spiritual power were greatly damaged. Now you are far from the opponent of the Fourth Elder." Fengyue slowly moved towards Luo Yunhuan step by step while holding the sword. Forced to come, the words are not as calm and gentle as in the past, with a bit of incomprehensible stubbornness and strength: "Shut up, junior brother, hand over your apprentice, I will surely have a way to persuade other elders not to pursue your fault. "

He took a step closer, and Luo Yunhuan took a step back protecting Yuqingchi.Yuqingchi's thoughts turned, and only then did he realize that something was wrong.

Yes!Master fell into a coma for half a year, just woke up not long ago, not to mention that his spiritual power has not yet recovered, even his body is extremely weak, so how did he use his ultimate move to cut off the spiritual shackles imposed on him by the fourth elder!

Yuqingchi looked up in horror, and saw Luo Yunhuan's thin white clothes fluttering in the chilling night wind from the top of the sea of ​​clouds, the sleeve of the right hand holding the sword was blown up by the night wind, revealing a pale wrist, hundreds of spirit stones in the air emitted The soft light reflected on his back gave Yuqingchi the feeling that the person in front of him would disappear at any moment for no reason.

"Master," Yuqingchi heard his own trembling voice, and his words were filled with strong fear and uneasiness: "Your spiritual power has not recovered, and your body is also very weak. You just pushed yourself to the limit just to catch up. Come save me..."

Before Luo Yunhuan could speak, Fengyue yelled in front of him: "Several elders help me, I must take down Yuqing Pond of the ghost clan today!"

Immediately, Fengyue's figure moved instantly, her footsteps were vague and invisible, and she attacked with a sword!

Luo Yunhuan's physical strength and spiritual strength were all exhausted. Seeing Fengyue's relentless attack, and the other three elders behind him also summoning weapons to fight for their lives, his heart shuddered, and he raised his sword to respond.

Fengyue's swordsmanship is elegant yet sharp, and with his superb formation, Luo Yunhuan is tightly restrained, and the tricks of the sword are endless, and Luo Yunhuan is gradually overwhelmed by the attack.

"Master, stop!" Fengyue persuaded while attacking, but Luo Yunhuan ignored it, and tried hard to undo the move while protecting Yuqingchi.

After a few moves, the sword-wielding elder suddenly slanted his sword, bypassing Luo Yunhuan and going straight to the vital point of Yuqing Pond behind him.

"Not good!" Luo Yunhuan's disciple Luo Yunhuan was about to be hit, turned around and dodged, and tried his best to defuse Xiao Qianqiu's sword move for Yuqingchi, but he was pierced by the sharp sword energy and gurgled from his chest. Blood comes out.

"Master!" Seeing Luo Yunhuan's attack, Yuqingchi let out a shriek, and rushed to catch Luo Yunhuan's body that was about to collapse due to the loss of strength.

"Master, how are you doing!" Yu Qingchi pulled him into his arms, only to find a bloody sword wound across the other's heart, then raised his head suddenly, his gaze seemed to turn into a sharp sword and stab at Xiao Qianqiu fiercely.

"How dare you hurt my master!"

"So what if you hurt him!" Holding the sword, he sneered and said loudly: "As the head of Yunhai Tiancheng, Luo Yunhuan is in cahoots with a ghost clan. Even if I kill him, no one in Tiancheng can blame me. Today Not only do I want to blame him, but I also want to kill you! Dirty ghosts, die!"

After all, holding the sword on the spot, the sword was drawn out, and the ancient and simple long sword instantly transformed into hundreds of black sword shadows, wrapped in powerful spiritual power, and slammed at Yuqingchi whose eyes were red and full of hatred!

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