Rescuing the Beautiful and Strong yet Miserable Second Lead Character

The intense white light poured from above, making the people inside couldn't open their eyes. Only then did the child know that they were underground.

All the attention of the child was drawn away by the iron cage just now, and he did not notice that the torches were burning on both sides of the wall, and the air was dull, and it was obviously not circulating.

The child has been underground for a long time, and when he encounters the sun, he instinctively covers his eyes. From between his fingers, the boy saw a white shadow falling like a fright. The guards in the dungeon drew out their weapons one after another like a big enemy. These people had big arms and round waists, and their weapons were black and heavy, while the white fairy was tall and thin, and even his sword was slender. The guards danced a half-person-high sword into the wind, swiping it with a whirr, and everyone in the iron cage squeezed a cold sweat.

The two weapons collided, forming an extremely strong visual impact. Compared with the guard's heavy sword, Ling Qingxiao's sword became thinner and thinner like a piece of paper, but it was such a seemingly weak blade that effortlessly cut the guard's sword from it.

The boy was surprised, as was the guard opposite. He looked at the fractured mouth and couldn't believe his eyes: "You...who are you?"

What kind of sword is this, too evil. Cutting iron and breaking gold, the hardness is amazing, but it has incomparable flexibility. Is this an ancient magic weapon?

However, the guard's question did not wait to be answered, and Ling Qingxiao had wiped his neck with the effort of his questioning. Ling Qingxiao went all the way into the realm of no one, and soon caught up with the masked demon race. At this moment, the demon race behind stood still, and after a while, they hit the ground one by one.

Their throats had been severed by the cold blade, and the wound was too thin, and even blood did not flow out.

The boy stared at this scene in a daze. The guard fell to the ground, his eyes widened, as if he would not stare at him until he died. The child's eyes were facing the guard, and his expression was dull, as if he was completely unconscious.

He remembered the scene when his parents died. At that time, his parents' eyes were like this.

In the immobile nightmare, the child's eyes were suddenly covered by a burst of coolness, and the **** and terrifying scene before him was replaced with the fragrance of swallows and flowers. The child regained his senses suddenly, and found that he did not know when he had occupied a fairy in white. The fairy smiled at him and said, "The **** scene is not suitable for children. Don't watch it if you don't want to see it."

The people in the iron cage shuddered when they saw Luo Han, not knowing whether Luo Han was an enemy or a friend. Luo Han sighed deeply when seeing these people being frightened like this. As soon as she raised her hand, the iron grid was all turned into fine iron dust, and the shackles that bound these hostages also turned into powder.

Luo Han said: "You are safe. The obstacles outside have been cleaned up by us, and you can go home."

The people in the iron cage couldn't believe it. At first, no one acted. Later, when I didn't know who was the leader, everyone suddenly dispersed, scrambling to run out. The boy was smashed by the crowd and had to shrink to the wall and hug himself tightly.

The footsteps were chaotic, but the battle on the other side was not affected at all. The mask man's cultivation base is not low, but no matter how high it is, it will not be higher than Gong Jin Demon Lord. Soon, he will be subdued by Ling Qingxiao.

Luo Han walked over from behind and asked, "Who are you? What are you doing in the immortal world secretly?"

The masked man snorted coldly and did not say a word, obviously not cooperating. Luo Han regretted and sighed: "Are you really not telling me? After a while, I won't be as good as I am."

The masked man was still dismissive, looking like he didn't get in. Luo Han took a step back and said: "Since you insist, then all right."

Luo Han gave the space to Ling Qingxiao. Ling Qingxiao didn't even ask the mask man, but directly condensed the spiritual energy in the palm of his hand, covering the demon sky spirit cover to extract his thoughts.

The masked demons were shocked, their eyes staring like copper bells. Luo Han sighed: "I told him to confess to me, I must not listen, but I must challenge him."

Ling Qingxiao experienced too many interrogations of prisoners of war during the 500 years of the Middle Ages. He was familiar with the road, and directly found the memory of the masked man, which turned into an image and presented it in the air.

The status of the masked man in the devil world seems to be not low. In his vision, he walked all the way through the yellow sand Gobi and stopped in front of a huge black city. On the tall arches, three archaic characters "Lei Lie City" emerged.

"Lei Lie City..." Luo Han murmured in a low voice, "He turned out to belong to King Lei Lie?"

This is more than that, after the masked man walked into the city gate, he walked into a courtyard. All the decorations in the courtyard were pitch black. The masked man waited in the courtyard for a while, and soon another man with a mask came in.

The masked man stood up and saluted: "My lord, I have brought the goods."

The other party stretched out his hand and asked, "Where's the thing?"

The masked man hurriedly offered a black gourd. This gourd is exactly the same as the kid just now, it's dark all over, with red lines on the spout, like bloodstains. The other party took it, squeezed it in the palm of his hand, and said: "Okay, I know. The next batch of goods is in a hurry. You should go to Zhang Luo soon. This time you don't have to be limited to those with a high cultivation base, good talent, and no quality. Just use the amount to make up, as long as you have spiritual roots."

The masked man responded quickly and respectfully sent him away. After the opponent left, the masked man waited in place, and after the time was completely staggered, he put on his cloak and went out.

After that, there were a lot of unrelated pictures. Ling Qingxiao quickly played the memory, and roughly saw the masked man sneaking into the heavens again, giving his men a task, while he himself ran between the cities and was responsible for "receiving the goods."

It seems that it is not just Jiuren City that has been poisoned by these people, but there are also several other cities.

Later, it was the masked man who went to the dungeon and was smashed by Luo Han and Ling Qingxiao. They already knew in this passage that Ling Qingxiao erased the picture and killed the masked man with a sword.

From beginning to end, he didn't even bother to ask. During the war, every minute and every second is human life, and there is no time left for them to waste their words. The first time the prisoners of war are not talking, the second time they will directly extract their memories. Who has the patience to fight psychological warfare and torture with the demon captives war.

The mask man died in the same way as everyone else. There was a thin line of blood on his neck, and he didn't even shed much blood. Ling Qingxiao pinched his fingertips, and a cluster of blue flames fell from his fingertips onto the body of the masked male, and the body was surrounded in a moment.

The corpses of the masked man and other demons turned into demonic energy under the engulf of the spirit fire, and were then swallowed by the spirit fire, without even a trace of it escaping. In an instant, the ground became clean, and if there were no traces of fighting left on the walls, it almost made people suspect that nothing happened just now.

Ling Qingxiao's series of operations were so familiar and natural that Luo Han didn't even react. She was dumbfounded and asked: "Why are you so skilled?"

"If you do more, you will get used to it."

Ling Qingxiao's words are an understatement, but only those who have experienced it will know how much blood is contained in this sentence. Luo Han felt sad when he thought that he was not by his side for 500 years in the Middle Ages. Ling Qingxiao had already retracted the spirit fire, and said: "It really was the hands and feet of King Lei Lie. Although the dungeon has been destroyed, it should not be taken lightly. They still have strongholds in other cities, and they will probably make a comeback."

Luo Han nodded and said: "These things are not something we can solve. We need the help of Tiangong. Let's destroy other strongholds first, and then write to Tiangong after returning to Zhongshan."

Ling Qingxiao thought the same way. The two of them took their swords and walked out. When passing the corner, Luo Han found that there was still someone left. Luo Han recognized that this was the boy who bought the flowers. He seemed to be called...child.

Luo Han knew that this child had been traumatized in his childhood, and he is still unable to speak freely. Luo Han lowered his voice and asked, "Why are you still not leaving?"

The boy shook his head, looked at Luo Han and Ling Qingxiao, and nodded again. Although he didn't say a word, Luo Han understood his meaning inexplicably.

He was thanking them for saving him.

Luo Han remembered that Xiaotong’s grandmother was still seriously ill, the family was old and weak, and the child was still like this. How would he make a living in the future? Luo Han sighed and said, "This is what we should do. You don't have to thank us. Go home, your grandmother is waiting for you."

The child nodded, ran two steps outside, then suddenly stopped, looking back at Ling Qingxiao longingly. He mustered up his courage, pointed at Ling Qingxiao's sword with his finger, and then looked at Ling Qingxiao eagerly.

Ling Qingxiao saw what the child meant. In the Middle Ages, there were orphans like the child who lost their lives. Unexpectedly, there were still many places out of the sun in the peaceful and prosperous age.

Ling Qingxiao thought of a person, and her heart moved. He took out a token from his body, supported it with his spiritual power, and stopped in front of the child: "Zhong Shan regularly has disciples recruitment conferences in the lower realm, and the time and place are written on the token. If you can walk over and pass the assessment, you will be able to As the team reaches the Sixteenth Heaven, enter Zhongshan to learn the four arts of swordsmanship. Only when you become stronger can you control your own destiny and find medicine for your grandmother."

The little boy stared at the simple and solemn token in front of him in a daze, as if he couldn't believe that such a good thing happened to him. After a long time, the little boy tentatively took the white wooden token.

Ling Qingxiao was recalled by the child. He remembered that when he picked up Ozawa, Ozawa was not a few years older than the child. Unfortunately, they will never see again.

Because of this, Ling Qingxiao pityed the child a lot, but no matter how old he was, he would not put the child in the door directly. Ling Qingxiao is now Zhong Shan's Patriarch, and he wants to accept disciples, but it is a matter of one sentence, but he will not do that. Even if you have a chance, you have to fight yourself. Opportunities are always reserved for those who are prepared.

If you want to change your own destiny, you must first change yourself. Ling Qingxiao said: "Zhong Shan recruiting disciples is not easy, and Zhong Shan does not accept dumbs."

The child’s eyes widened, and Ling Qingxiao knew that this was cruel, but he chose to cut open the unpleasant reality and presented it to the child coldly: “If you want to enter Zhongshan, you can only overcome your own psychological shadow. You can’t Don’t talk for a lifetime, unless you want to live this life at the mercy of others."

"I hope I can see you on the Sixteenth Heaven."

After Ling Qingxiao finished speaking, she turned around and left without providing any elixir or exercises to the child. Luo Han sighed in his heart, said to the boy to cheer, and quickly followed.

Ling Qingxiao has the most kind heart and the strongest shell. Needless to say he was cruel to a child, because he was more cruel to himself.

Luo Han caught up with Ling Qingxiao, and the two quickly returned to the ground and stood in the sun again. There are no other people around, Luo Han asked: "Since I can't bear it, why don't you tell him more? He has never been in contact with these, and he doesn't know how dangerous it is to go on the road. Besides, since the psychological shadow is called the shadow, it is because it is impossible. resist."

Ling Qingxiao shook his head and said firmly: "This is his own heart disease, and he can only get out of it by himself. If he does not pull himself out of the shadow of his parents, no one can get through him."

Ling Qingxiao's words were plain, but Luo Han knew that he was talking about himself. Like the child, Ling Qingxiao was deeply affected by the shadow of his childhood, so that he protected himself by docking his tail. The child cut off his language ability, and Ling Qingxiao cut off all the joy.

He no longer enjoys any entertainment, he devotes all his time to practice, study, and sword practice. For a long time, he would not laugh anymore.

Luo Han walked quietly with him. After a while, he asked softly: "What about now? Has he come out yet?"

Ling Qingxiao glanced back at her, with a clear smile in her eyes: "You have to ask the child, how do I know? However, I think he can. When he really breaks away from the opinions of others, his heart is strong enough to face his own light and Darkness, longing, and despicableness, he will be able to leave his former shackles."

Luo Han smiled, and Ling Qingxiao could say that, showing that he really looked away. He once had a tight relationship with his family, and he had a deliberate sense of alienation from Ling Xianhong and Su Yifang. He seems to be tough and decisive, but in fact, this means that he still cares about his parents.

In the Middle Ages, he met many elders in another era and was guided by truly powerful elders. Unconsciously, he no longer relied on the approval of his parents.

When Ling Qingxiao first returned to the Temple of Heaven, she had a fluke and had final illusions about Ling Chongyu and Su Yifang. He expected his parents to be tolerant and caring for him, and he even made a certain compromise in advance, but in the end, he was disappointed.

He thoroughly realized that not loving is not loving, and he is no match for Ling Chongyu in the hearts of his family. Even if he allowed himself to become in line with the expectations of the world, he would not be able to attract the eyes of his parents.

The wound had become pus and was about to be plucked out. Ling Qingxiao personally removed his last weakness and cut the path of reconciliation between him and his parents with his own hands.

In this life, Ling Xianhong, Su Yifang and Bai Lingluan will never forgive him again. This is very good. He won't have the opportunity to make compromises and weaknesses.

Luo Han sighed that Ling Qingxiao in the original plot had never experienced Xi'er Mihai, never experienced the Medieval Wars, and never experienced the withdrawal family. The extreme, fragile, and crazy in his character were largely retained, until he became the emperor of heaven and the peak of the power of the six realms.

The more he has never been loved, the more afraid of losing his only warmth, so later in the plot, he will be so tolerant of Yun Menghan. Because there is no one else besides Yun Menghan. Even if Yun Menghan repeatedly violated his bottom line, he was willing to forgive her again and again.

Ling Qingxiao now has a stronger heart and a more full sense of security than later generations. He has been recognized by the elders such as Su Zongshi, Rong Cheng, Xi Heng, and has also been supported by partners such as Ye Zinan and Zou Jibai. If he is placed in the same situation, Ling Qingxiao will definitely not tolerate Yunmenghan.

He will throw Yunmenghan out the first time.

This is a good thing. Luo Han told herself that she hadn't made no progress. At least, she had changed the view of the big devil on the world. Although the current Ling Qingxiao's scheming is a bit deep, his mind is uncertain, his blackening value fluctuates high and low, but at least, it is better than the indifferent rock-like appearance of later generations.

Luo Han found that her goal was getting lower and lower. At first she thought about saving the world and changing the big devil. Later, she felt that Ling Qingxiao should not be blackened. Now, as long as it is better than the worst, she is satisfied.

Humble.

After Ling Qingxiao and Luo Han left the dungeon, they did not return to Jiuren City, but hurried directly to another city. In addition to Jiuren City, there are many people who are threatened by kidnapping. Luo Han and Ling Qingxiao follow the memory of the masked man and destroy them all the way, destroying more than half of the demon stronghold. The very few that were left were reported to the Tiangong by Ling Qingxiao because they were far away or were too detoured, and were handed over to the local court for settlement.

After their task was completed, they kept running and hurried to Zhongshan again. Although they destroyed the demon clan's stronghold, they did not know what King Lei Lie did in kidnapping the bottom immortal clan. What is there in Lei Lie city? Whom the masked man gave the blood gourd of the immortal clan to whom, and what purpose it will use afterwards, is a mist.

Each day's delay may be a life, Luo Han and Ling Qingxiao did not dare to be careless, after getting on the flying boat, they rushed to Zhongshan at full speed.

The return journey was different from when she came. When she first came out, Luo Han was curious about the scenery on both sides, and from time to time he went to see the scenery in a flying boat. Now the freshness has disappeared. She stayed in the room all day, wishing to land as soon as she opened her eyes.

There were only Luo Han and Ling Qingxiao on the flying boat. Luo Han was too lazy to watch the scenery along the way, so he could only go to Ling Qingxiao if he wanted to talk to others. When Luo Han came over, Ling Qingxiao was writing something, and when she saw her, she said lightly: "You are here."

Luo Han sat at the desk, she had nothing to do, so she could only hold her chin and watch Ling Qingxiao write. She looked at it for a while and couldn't help asking: "What are you writing?"

"Documents for the Tianshu Yuan." Ling Qingxiao explained, "This time the matter involves a wide range of things, and Tianshu Yuan needs to see enough evidence to make an action. It just happened that there was nothing on the road, so I will sort out the whole thing in the future. Zhong Shan’s new year’s tasks can also be scheduled."

When I met a boss like Ling Qingxiao, I didn't know whether it was a blessing or a curse. Ling Qingxiao left Zhongshan for half a year, and the daily, ten-day, and monthly tasks of Zhongshan's various agencies have never been cut off. From top to bottom, every day is clearly arranged. Now that Ling Qingxiao is still on the road, he has already started arranging for the new year.

Terrible. Luo Han sighed: "Fortunately, I am neither your student nor your subordinate."

Ling Qingxiao lowered her head to write, and the sky light from the clouds reflected on him, holy like a god. This picture looks so solemn, it can be immediately framed as a promotional album for Tiangong. However, the person in the portrait suddenly asked nonchalantly: "Then what do you want to do?"

Luo Han blinked and kicked the ball back with a smile: "It depends on where you are missing."

Luo Han feels right, he can only use a straight ball to treat Ling Qingxiao. The bolder she speaks, the more embarrassed Ling Qingxiao will be. If you play word games with him, Ling Qingxiao's patience can keep asking you until you collapse.

Ling Qingxiao was really speechless. Luo Hanzhi was satisfied. She saw the pen next to Ling Qingxiao and suddenly remembered something: "By the way, what's the matter with your spiritual fire?"

Luo Han wanted to ask about this a long time ago, but before there were people around or it was not safe, she never found the right time to ask. Now that the flying boat is silent, there is no need to worry about the conversation being heard by others, Luo Han immediately asked.

Ling Qingxiao's fingertips flicked slightly, and a cluster of blue flames appeared at his fingertips: "You mean it?"

"Yes." Luo Han asked, "I remember that your spirit fire was not of this color before, and it doesn't seem to be that big. Why did it suddenly change?"

After the cultivation base reaches a certain level, the cultivator can release his own spiritual fire. Like Ling Qingxiao's attributes are cold, his spirit fire is cold, blue fire without temperature. Luo Han had seen Ling Qingxiao's spirit fire before. At that time, the spirit fire was not like this, and it was also very friendly.

Ling Qingxiao retracted the spiritual fire and wrote lightly: "I encountered a few unusual terrains during the march in the Middle Ages. When I was looking for a way out, I absorbed the strange fires inside by the way, probably twice."

Luo Han was speechless, Ling Qingxiao said this lightly, but behind it was very thrilling. There are also levels between fire and fire. Spirit fire is the most common fire in the immortal world, and the fire of heaven and earth is the highest level of fire. Heaven and Earth Different Fire was born in Dongtian Fudi, and the higher the level of the different fire, they might even have their own minds.

The different fires of heaven and earth are very difficult to find, and the different fires of the Middle Ages are miraculous legends. Ling Qingxiao swallowed two...no wonder his spirit fire is so cruel.

Since there are levels between fires, they can swallow each other. The rules of nature have always been strong and weak. There is no doubt that the different fires of heaven and earth are powerful. Ling Qingxiao can successfully conquer them and internalize them into his own spiritual fire. The opportunity is quite profound.

Ling Qingxiao's fortune has always been dangerous and accompanied by atmospheric luck. But any opportunity is accompanied by risk. It sounds simple to conquer the world's fire, but at the time, the situation could be dangerous. Luo Han was not by Ling Qingxiao's side at that time, in case of a short business trip... Luo Han didn't dare to think about it anymore.

With such a great opportunity, others would be jealous when listening to it, but Luo Han only felt sad when he heard it. Luo Han asked: "Is it dangerous at the time?"

Ling Qingxiao did not expect that when she heard the strange fire, the first question she asked was not how to conquer it, but whether he was in danger. Ling Qingxiao retracted his gaze, avoiding the seriousness and saying lightly: "It's not dangerous, it's all over."

"It must be very dangerous." Luo Han sighed, "It would be fine if I was by your side at that time."

Ling Qingxiao was startled, and smiled softly after a moment: "It's not too late. It's enough for you to be by my side now."

Luo Han shook his head, apparently disagreeing. However, it is useless to entangle things that have passed. Luo Han tossed the unpleasant topic and said, "It won't be anymore. If there is any danger in the future, no matter where I am, I will definitely return to you, no matter where I am. Around."

This promise was too general and too absolute. Ling Qingxiao's reason made him not believe it, but his emotions couldn't refuse it. Poisons and candies are sweet, and once you try, you can't stop. Are these words of Luo Han real sugar or false poison?

Ling Qingxiao didn't want to think about it.

Ling Qingxiao and Luo Han quietly went out in July, and when they returned, it was already February of the following year. It rained in early spring, and the stone steps of Zhongshan were washed clean. It was originally a vibrant spring scene, but in front of the mountain gate, the two men and horses secretly holding swords ruined all the beautiful scenery.

The people outside the mountain gate became impatient and shouted: "You immortal little white faces are really ink stains, get out of the way, we want to see Ling Qingxiao."

"Presumptuous!" Zhong Shan's sword-holding disciple shouted, "How can you call the Patriarch's name? As the mainstay of the righteous way, Zhong Shan is ashamed to let you demons get started."

The person who spread the letter also got cold face and said: "Our original intention is to announce the good news, you don't know what is good or bad. I heard that Patriarch Zhong Shan is famous in the immortal world, why didn't we dare to come forward when we saw it?"

The disciples were surprisingly angry. The leading disciple was about to draw the sword, but was suddenly held down by an invisible force, and the sword was pushed back into the sheath. The disciple was surprised and suspicious. He subconsciously raised his head and looked up. At this moment, a figure came slowly behind the mountain road.

"What's the matter with me?"

"Patriarch!" The disciples shouted excitedly, and the demon envoy also showed a guarded look when seeing the incoming person: "Ling Qingxiao?"

"It's me." Ling Qingxiao walked from the cold rain and mist in early spring. He climbed up the steps, and the breath around him seemed cleaner than the rain outside. Ling Qingxiao did not look at the demon envoy, but kept paying attention to the woman around him: "Be careful."

Luo Han responded and slowly walked up the steps with the skirt. The Mozu came to block in front of the gate, Ling Qingxiao's road was blocked, and he had to stop, and asked: "I am Ling Qingxiao. What's the matter?"

The envoys of the demons looked at each other, and the leader stepped forward and took out something from his sleeve: "Our Lord sent us to send invitations to Patriarch Zhongshan. Lei Liecheng will host the wedding ceremony after March. Patriarch Ling attended."

Ling Qingxiao glanced at the name on the invitation, her expression visibly cold. He flicked his sleeves and went directly over the envoys of the demon clan, without looking at them at all: "Different ways are not conspiring. Zhong Shan and the demon clan are distinct and have no contact. King Xie Leilie kindly, don't go."

Ling Qingxiao refused too simply. The Demon Envoy was embarrassed and said again: "Is the Patriarch really not going to the wedding of Patriarch Ling's brother and sister?"

Luo Han knew the plot and was not surprised at this moment. Ling Qingxiao was obviously taken aback, and then turned back quickly: "Whose wedding was he with?"