Master fell into evil? I took the blame for the heroine

Just...just eaten for a while, and you want to go find that crazy woman again?

Xiaobai muttered to himself that it might take a long time to come back once he left.

"Don't worry, I'll tell my master and I'll be back soon. I'll play with you then."

Luo He smiled and comforted Xiao Bai, his tone full of tenderness: "And the fruit you gave me is delicious. I really like you, Xiao Bai."

Xiaobai shuddered, blinked his eyes, and his eyes flushed slightly.

Her snow-white fur gleamed in the sunlight, making her look especially adorable.

What do you like?

What shameless words are you saying!

Xiaobai's heart was churning, and finally he growled: "Ho-ho! (I don't care about you!)"

After saying that, she rushed out.

Looking at Xiaobai like this, Luo He couldn't help but smile.

He took a deep breath, turned around and walked towards Fu Xueqiong's cave.

-

In a quiet cave, all around is peaceful, as if time has stopped at this moment.

A light breeze blew by, and the spirit stones embedded in the cave wall emitted a faint light, illuminating the entire space.

In the center, a woman with long black hair, dressed in white, like a wisp of breeze, sits cross-legged on a cushion, her mind immersed in a state of spiritual practice.

But soon, with a surge of spiritual power, she came out of her cultivation state.

I can't calm down.

With a soft sigh, Fu Xueqiong slowly opened her eyes. Her azure eyes were like the deep waters of a lake, revealing a sense of tranquility.

However, at this moment, she felt an indescribable strange emotion in her heart.

The possession was over, and Fu Xueqiong's physical condition had returned to normal, but the turmoil in her heart was still surging.

"What the hell is wrong with me?"

Fu Xueqiong whispered to herself, her voice particularly clear in the empty cave.

She gently stroked her wrist and could feel that the sword pattern hidden in her body was no longer throbbing, but it seemed to have left an indelible mark, making her feel extremely heavy.

Fragments of memory flashed through her mind, recalling the scene when she was possessed by the devil. Her body was oppressed by an invisible force, and her soul seemed to be pulled away at that moment.

She could clearly feel how helpless she was at that moment, like a lost bird trapped in the darkness and unable to extricate itself.

Just want to make crazy demands.

What is most incomprehensible is that at that moment, she was driven by strong desires and emotions, which made her attitude towards Luo He extremely complicated.

I want to have everything about him, I want to have everything about him, I want to have everything about him...

The thought filled her mind.

"I treat him..."

Fu Xueqiong muttered to herself, feeling extremely confused.

Thinking of Luo He's familiar face, an indescribable feeling surged in my heart.

She was originally an iceberg high and mighty, the leader of the Tianming Sect who was above everyone else, but she had some strange emotional changes towards one of her disciples?

"I said I wouldn't interfere with his marriage."

Fu Xueqiong kept repeating this sentence in her mind, trying to suppress the ripples in her heart with reason.

However, the strange throbbing in her heart still followed her like a shadow, unable to get rid of it. She recalled the scene of that day, the warm moments when Luo He and Wang Xiaoke were together, and the happy atmosphere undoubtedly pierced her heart.

"If it won't hinder his marriage, then why would I do this?"

Fu Xueqiong talked to herself.

She has been on the path of cultivation for many years, always focusing on cultivation and improving her strength, but she has never experienced such a feeling.

No matter how much she wanted to deny it, Fu Xueqiong knew that there was a shadow in her heart.

An indelible shadow.

This concern and care for Luo He made it difficult for her to control herself, and her heart was full of contradictions.

At this moment, a wisp of spiritual energy flowed quietly in the cave, bringing a hint of coolness.

The fresh air felt like a spring breeze, calming Fu Xueqiong's mind slightly. She took a deep breath, trying to put aside her tangled thoughts and return to a calm state of meditation.

As a practitioner, she understood that she had to learn to control her emotions and not be swayed by personal desires.

"Emotions and such are unnecessary. They are just obstacles on the path of cultivation."

She recited silently in her heart, her voice weak but firm as iron.

Fu Xueqiong then took out a heart-clearing pill from her storage ring and gently put it into her mouth. As the pill melted, a sweet scent spread throughout her body, like a stream of warm spring water flowing through every cell, taking away the troubles in her heart.

She began to practice the Ice Heart Technique, and as her state of mind adjusted, the fluctuations in her heart gradually subsided.

Every breath he exhaled was a tempering and sorting out of his emotions. The ripples in his heart were like a suppressed flood, gradually fading away until they disappeared without a trace.

Fu Xueqiong's consciousness gradually immersed herself in cultivation, as if she had returned to the time when she was carefree and focused on cultivation.

As time went on, her state of mind became more peaceful, and her spiritual energy became more concentrated as she moved.

She felt that familiar power flowing through her body, increasing her spiritual power, as if it could burst out with dazzling light at any time.

Time seemed to stop at this moment. All distracting thoughts were thrown behind her, and the obsession and emotions in her heart were sealed by cold rationality.

Suppress by force!

When Fu Xueqiong opened her eyes again, her eyes had returned to that cold and indifferent look, like an exquisitely carved ice sculpture, devoid of any warmth.

She stood up, gently straightened her white clothes, and said to herself: "The last time I was possessed by the devil, it was just an accident. I don't care about him at all."

Fu Xueqiong's voice was like ice crystals in the morning light, cold and firm, as if she was trying to convince herself.

At this moment, Fu Xueqiong's attention was attracted by the familiar breath coming from outside the cave.

Her heart beat faster involuntarily, it was Luo He's breath.

He came, and his strong and real breath seemed to penetrate the barrier of the cave and hit her heart directly.

Although I remained calm in my heart, that wonderful throbbing emotion emerged again.

However, due to the breathing exercises he had just performed, he was quickly suppressed by Fu Xueqiong.

Suppress it severely and refine it completely!

"What is he doing here?"

Fu Xueqiong felt confused, but her expression did not change at all.

No matter what Luo He's arrival meant, she couldn't let her emotions influence her judgment.

-

After Luo He approached Fu Xueqiong's cave, he calmed down his complicated emotions and slowly approached.

"Master..."

Luo He called softly, walked into the cave, and fixed his eyes on the beautiful woman.

Fu Xueqiong was wearing a dress as white as snow, with long black hair draped over her shoulders. She looked like an iceberg, emitting an icy warmth that made people feel awe.

She had a blank expression on her face, as if she was preventing anyone from approaching her, exuding an indifference that made it difficult for people to approach her.

At this moment, Fu Xueqiong has returned to normal. The charm and tenderness she had when she was ill seemed like another person, which made Luo He feel melancholy.

It was hard to imagine that she had been so close to him before, with a somewhat coquettish look.

That helplessness and desire made him feel a little warm in his heart.

But now, all of this seems to be frozen deep in memory.

"What's the matter?"

Fu Xueqiong's voice was like a gentle breeze, cold and distant. Her tone was flat, as if even the flow of her emotions was blocked by this coldness.

Luo He lowered his eyes slightly and gritted his teeth in his heart. The master in front of him was so cold at the moment that he didn't know how to speak for a moment.

He cleared his throat, tried to make his voice sound calm, and asked the question he had always wanted to know.

"Did you come here specifically to see me during the previous Spirit Realm Trial?"

Defending him in front of everyone really made him feel that besides his original fear and awe of Fu Xueqiong, he also had another layer of... liking for her.

Fu Xueqiong was silent for a moment. After a moment, her voice was filled with ruthless coldness. "I just felt something was wrong with my body at that time. I went there because I needed it. Don't be so self-indulgent."

Luo He's heart tightened, as if pricked by a thorn, but he tried to remain calm.

He sighed slightly and asked, "Is that so?"

There was a faint sense of loss in his heart, which he didn't want to admit, but he couldn't suppress.

At that moment, he felt an invisible distance, which seemed to isolate the relationship between them even further.

It's just a need...

Yes, I will only look for him when I need him.

Defending him in front of the other disciples and Elder Tuyin was probably just a casual act.

I just don't want this "tool" of his to be damaged.

"Next, I plan to go out with Senior Sister Wang to do sect missions and practice cultivation outside."

Luo He continued to ask tentatively, with a hint of uneasiness in his voice: "Is it okay?"

Fu Xueqiong's heart trembled slightly, and a wonderful emotion surged in her heart, but her appearance still maintained that expressionless and cold face.

Her eyes were as deep as a pool, as if hiding countless secrets and waves, making it difficult to peek into them.

"Of course, I said I wouldn't influence your marriage."

Fu Xueqiong's voice was still icy, like a ray of cold light piercing the night sky: "No matter who you are with, it has nothing to do with me, and I don't care. You are just a useful tool to me."

Hearing this, Luo He's heart was shaken, as if something was broken in an instant.

A bitter smile appeared on his face, but he put it away helplessly.

Such an answer made him feel extremely painful, and the feeling of loss in his heart surged like a tide, almost drowning him.

He wanted to refute and express his true feelings, but in the end he could only endure it silently.

"Master..."

Luo He frowned: "Before you and I, we could have had a different relationship, for example..."

Taoist companions and the like...

Fu Xueqiong's eyes were still as cold as ice, indifferent and ruthless.

She didn't seem to notice the strangeness in his tone, and she interrupted Luo He and responded coldly, "I've already said that these emotions are irrelevant to me. Cultivation is what I care about most."

Luo He smiled bitterly inwardly, then felt a wave of despair. The warmth and care he had once felt seemed to have completely vanished at that moment.

Fu Xueqiong's cold attitude made him feel even more depressed, as if she had built an invisible high wall, isolating them further and further away.

"I understand."

Luo He nodded: "I hope that Master can reach a higher realm soon."

Sure enough, Fu Xueqiong only behaved strangely towards him when she was possessed by the devil, but in fact she still had no feelings for him.

Such a relationship...

The sword marks must be erased!

Then, run away from her!

Fu Xueqiong remained silent: ...

There was a glimmer of light in her eyes, but soon the strange aura gradually subsided and she returned to her cold state.

"If you have nothing else, please leave."

Fu Xueqiong said coldly, her voice devoid of emotion, as if announcing to Luo He the distance between them.