After the rebirth, the Taoist companion became the deadly enemy

Finally got a little enlightened.

Qing Ziyang took half a step back in shock, slipped on the soles of his feet, and almost fell on his back in the bath.

Suhang rushed to help him, but when the smooth palm touched his bare arm, Qing Ziyang shuddered all over, and separated instantly, getting further away from the person.

His heart was like weeds taking root, stabbing him to the ground, he couldn't tell whether it was numbness or itching.

Feeling overwhelmed for a moment, Qing Ziyang didn't dare to look at people, and almost climbed up to the shore with hands and feet.Turning his back to the young man in the pool, he quickly wrapped up his clothes and covered himself tightly, revealing a shyness like a girl.

He even forgot to say hello, and ran away directly, his back looked like he was running away.

But Suhang, who was abandoned alone and immersed in the hot spring alone at the moment, did not feel unhappy or flustered as imagined.

His expression was even very calm, looking at the figure who was running further and further away, slowly, a very shallow smile rose from the corner of his mouth.

This stupid guy.

Finally got a little enlightened.

This room, Suhang, is in a happy mood, but Qing Ziyang's feeling is not so good. He tosses and turns at night, but it's hard to fall asleep.When you close your eyes, you will see the fair body of a young man.

Compared with the lingering "carmine" before, this time, Qing Ziyang had a "nightmare" all night, until he woke up the next morning, feeling mentally weak.

But coming back from the monthly vacation is a test, and Elder Lang Gong will not let the students insomnia in the slightest, on the contrary, he is stricter than before.

When the scroll was handed out, Qing Ziyang was drowsy, his head was about to drop to the table, causing Elder Lang Gong to look at him frequently, with an ugly expression on his face.

The back seemed to be lightly poked by someone, and the touch of the foreign object would not be very good. Qing Ziyang only felt that Qingmeng was disturbed, so he waved his hand back and muttered: "Don't bother."

Then, regardless of the sight of the husband, he lay down on the table and fell asleep.

Elder Lang Gong was so angry that he blew his beard and stared at him. Seeing that his friend was going to suffer, Wen Zong had to bear the pressure of getting up, and poked Qing Ziyang's back with the tip of his pen again, using a little force.

The pain from the back made Qing Ziyang wake up in an instant. He turned around quickly and was furious. He couldn't control his volume and snapped, "You better have something important to do!"

Because of the roar, the surrounding students were disturbed and glanced over one after another. Wen Zong spread his hands in embarrassment, and quickly winked at the podium.

"What a big temper." Elder Lang Gong snorted coldly, and slapped his palm on the table, "otherwise what would you do?"

Qing Ziyang knew he was wrong, curled his lips, and stopped talking.

But Elder Lang Gong obviously didn't intend to let him go so easily. After thinking for a moment, he called Su Hang's name: "Yutong, I will work hard for you today, and supervise Qing Ziyang's answering paper for me."

As he spoke, he took a look in Qing Ziyang's direction, and made a final decision: "If he can't finish writing on time, he will copy Qingxin Note again and add ten more times."

Suhang brows were a little surprised, but he didn't say much, he just put down the pen in his hand, nodded obediently, then got up, and walked towards the back row.

Qing Ziyang gave a "thud" in his heart, and glanced at the person who came by with his eyes thinking that he was extremely secretive.

He could hear Wen Zong, who was sitting behind him, sighing again and again, and complained silently: "The treatment of being the first in the literary test is good, and there is no need for the test. I am really envious."

Suhang took a rattan chair, sat down at the position close to Qing Ziyang, and shifted his eyes lightly to the young man.

Qing Ziyang felt as if he was sitting on pins and needles, as if there was a scorching sun behind his back, which made him sweat profusely from the corners of his forehead.

His mind was blank, and he couldn't remember any knowledge.In the end, I could only bite the bullet, search for the few ink in my stomach, and fill it in the scroll.

During the process, he could always feel that hard-to-ignore gaze, and he never moved away for a second.

Qing Ziyang thought of yesterday's embarrassment, and to be honest, he didn't know why he wanted to escape.It's just that there was a voice in my heart clamoring all the time, saying that if I didn't leave, I couldn't leave.

He unconsciously turned slightly sideways, and glanced back cautiously.Unexpectedly, he happened to meet Suhang's eyes, as if he could see through the inexplicable thoughts in his heart.

Qing Ziyang straightened his body like a drum beating his heart.At the moment when he met Su Hang's eyes, for a second, he even thought that the other party would say "Where are you looking" again in the same charming tone as yesterday.

If that was the case, he might really have nowhere to hide.

Qing Ziyang's palms were a little sweaty, and he answered the test in a hurry, almost pressing the time, and he was able to complete it thoroughly.

The handwriting is also flamboyant, more scribbled than usual.

Su Hang took his scroll, and did not communicate with Qing Ziyang until he left, which made Qing Ziyang feel much more relaxed.

Only when he went to the front to hand in the paper did Qing Ziyang dare to approach the back of the chair and take a deep breath.Wen Zong in the back seat leaned over and said in a low voice, "No. [-] is No. [-]. He is sitting here, and I am full of ideas. I have answered all the questions."

"If you don't know how to use idioms, don't use them indiscriminately." Qing Ziyang took one last look at Suhang, turned around first, pretending to be free and easy, "Let's go to the martial arts test field."

The Yunyunmen disciple test is held once a year, and it is divided into civil and military subjects, and the final rankings are taken respectively.The top three are the winners and can go to the Treasure Pavilion.

But holy things are not easy to get. Lucky people can find their own natal sword in one fell swoop. Those who are unlucky may only find the exit and treat it as a trip.

The martial arts test field is not the usual school training field, but a dense forest fantasy created by gathering the power of the immortals and the elders.

Among them are illusions including but not limited to poisonous fruit, miasma forest, and monsters. The danger is unknown.The disciple enters it in the form of a spirit body, stays for seven days, and waits until the last day when the Taoist door opens, finds the exit and escapes first to be considered the winner.

Although the spirit body is harmless to the real body, in order to simulate the real situation, the senses are almost the same as the outside world.If it is difficult to bear the pain, you can choose to leave the illusion at any time.

In addition, you can return to reality if you die in the illusion, but in this way, the results will also be considered invalid.

The illusion has been hated by students for many years, and this is the reason why, if you fail the martial arts test, what you are waiting for is the "friendly" greeting from Elder Pansong.

Therefore, in order to have a chance to enter the Treasure Pavilion and avoid harsh punishments, they had to bite the bullet and participate, and desperately achieved a good result.

For many years, the top two in the martial arts test have been taken by Suhang and Qing Ziyang, and the rest will only get the third place even if they squeeze their heads.

Therefore, when these two arrived at the scene, everyone's eyes were a little subtle.

But the two parties accepted this well, but when they came to the scene one after another, they looked at each other, and then looked away one after another.

Elder Pansong was using his spiritual power to open up a Taoist sect. Perhaps his young disciple had just recovered from a serious injury, and Xianzun Puxian rarely arrived at the scene.

Then—he took out a bag of melon seeds, sat on the ground, and kowtowed fragrantly.

"Good boys, come on." He waved his hand, watching everyone enter the Xuanmen one after another, only when his eyes caught a certain figure, he froze for a moment, and then moved away.

Suhang's luck was not very good, the place where Xuanmen randomly arrived was actually a miasma forest, the first time he was keenly aware of the danger, he raised his hand and used his spiritual power to prop up the barrier.

But once the barrier was raised, he remembered that the 16-year-old himself was not in his prime, and he couldn't resist the silent attack of the miasma forest for a long time.

Before being surrounded by crowds in the previous life, Suhang was taken care of so well by the demon, and Xiao Xianzun felt a sense of oppression for a long time.Now I have to get serious, while constantly making up for the gap in the barrier, while quickly looking for the source.

And when he was distracted looking for a breakthrough, the spiritual power of his subordinates would relax for a moment, and the miasma would penetrate and overflow.Suhang held his breath in time, and the gas penetrated into his body, piercing the bone marrow with fine pain.

Unbearable, he directly raised his long sword, opened a shortcut, and quickly walked out of the miasma forest.

Going down the stream, Su Hang walked forward slowly. Although it was a test, he still wanted to find Qing Ziyang's figure reflexively.

But I don't know if things often backfired, and I didn't even see half a person along the way.

Just at this moment, a monster roared suddenly from the dense forest in front of it, and it seemed to be more ferocious than Yi Wendao's black panther.

At the same time, the boy's fragmented cries for help came from among them, and his breath gradually weakened, as if he was in danger.Suhang didn't have time to think about it, so he tapped his toes and ran forward.

Pushing aside the thorns, the first thing that catches the eye is a fiery lion. This monster is bathed in fire, like a lion, and its howls are deafening.Looking carefully, he actually suppressed a young boy under his front paws.

Because of being scorched by the flames, the boy couldn't help screaming, tears streaming down his face.Perhaps disturbed by the pain, he even forgot that he could voluntarily leave the illusion, and just chose to endure the torture, so far, dying.

In an instant, the ice-blue sword soul pierced through the air and stabbed fiercely at the Yanhuo Lion's chest.Due to its large size, it seems to move slowly.When the sword intent struck, it dragged its bulky body and rolled to the side in embarrassment.

Under the instinct of survival, the boy who was originally placed under his claws also struggled to climb to the opposite side, trying his best to avoid the confrontation between the two.

The sword intent was coming fiercely, but the Yanhuo Lion's front legs were still inevitably scratched, and blood continued to overflow.

It seemed to be completely enraged, it raised its head to the sky and howled furiously, gave up its original prey, and charged straight towards Suhang.

The long sword returned to his hand, Su Hang clenched it tightly and placed it in front of him.The moment the monster attacked, he flew upwards, successfully flipped in mid-air, and stepped on the head of the flame lion.

However, what Su Hang didn't expect was that the flames of this monster were not decorations, but they felt burning when approached.He had to soar into the air, half a second away from it.

As the heat wave rolled in, Suhang used his spiritual power to add a layer of barrier for himself, then heeled hard and ran away again.A thin layer of frost condensed on the body of the sword, just in sharp contrast to the flames.

Seeing that he couldn't bite the person, the Yanhuo lion rubbed its front paws on the ground a few times, panting heavily.

Suhang didn't show any panic at all. Although his age restricted his skill too much, when he slashed down with his sword, there was still a storm all around, with lightning and thunder.

The Yanhuo Lion exhaled irritably, seeing that he couldn't escape, he began to accumulate energy.

When it came to the head, it suddenly spit out a huge fireball from its mouth, surging like a raging flame, and galloped away to Suhang in front of it.

"Be careful--"