Sect Leader Is Under Great Pressure

After the monk's golden core is 10%, the body is solidified and will not grow again.

Therefore, unless some strange flowers deliberately transformed into old men, generally the younger the monk, the earlier the enlightenment.

Compared with the master, Feng Qingxiu became a little later, although less than twenty, but those two years were the age when her height increased, so the figure of Feng Qingxiu is actually higher than that of the young master. Inch Xu.

However, his master's aura is too big, even if the giant is very low in front of him.

Feng Qingxiu leaned on the rocks behind her with one hand, with an indifferent expression: "How fierce Master wants me to be?"

Ji Yunlai was in a daze for a while, that familiar feeling even made the phantom heart beat faster. He couldn't help but raised his hand to touch his apprentice’s face. However, even if it’s just a separation of souls, he is after all Renxian, he recovered as soon as he stretched out his hand, and the outstretched hand naturally fell on the apprentice's shoulders, and chuckled softly: "Xiaoqing is very fierce this time, and it really scared me."

Feng Qingxiu let go of her hand, turned and left, as if she could see the faint black air behind him.

Ji Yunlai looked at the apprentice's rippling shadow, slowly sat on the stone chair, and picked up the tea made by the apprentice.

The fragrance of tea is still there, and the tea is slightly warm, like a gentleman, and as gentle as jade.

Putting down the teacup, he stared at the finger that he had just touched the apprentice.

The fingertips are slender, white and beautiful, just putting it like this, it is like God's natural carving, with the trace of body temperature that has not disappeared.

That kind of feeling is like a heartbeat.

There seems to be something beyond his bottom line.

How could this be? Ji Yunlai supported it with his hands and fell into deep thought.

Recalling the past one by one, he suddenly found that he had been in a panic since he woke up on the second day when he was sixteen.

But it seemed that the moment he saw Xiaoqing, he calmed down.

There are thousands of Kun-Lai disciples, but his gaze has never been distracted, even blindly until he hasn't noticed his difference.

No, or it's too different, so different as a matter of course...

So, I seem to like Xiaoqing?

How could it be possible, obviously we are masters and apprentices, Ji Yunlai frowned slightly, wanting to reject his own ideas, I didn't accept him as a disciple just because I liked him...?

He thought about it seriously, and suddenly became a little discouraged.

It seems that it was really because he liked Xiaoqing that he accepted him as a disciple, but at that time, it was this kind of like, not that kind of like...

Yes, I was really pure at that time, and I liked the likes of a younger generation! Although I was sixteen years old at that time-no, don't talk about sixteen years old. I have been on the earth for more than 30 years. How can I be considered as his elder!

But after I figured it out, Ji Yunlai was even more discouraged, so I really like Xiaoqing?

Just, feel better?

Is... the loneliness of being single for a thousand years, right?

Ji Yunlai gave a chuckle, picked up the tea bowl, and took a sip. The tea was slightly cold and the entrance was slightly astringent.

It's just... that's not good.

Xiaoqing is still young and has a great life. I am his master again. I shouldn't have influenced his Three Views, let alone lead him by my identity.

When he grows up, he has experience and experience, let's see if I still have this throbbing.

Before that, I was his master.

Just his master.

He raised his tea bowl and drank it all in one fell swoop.

But suddenly he came back to his senses.

Wait, so before, I used to tease Xiaoqing casually...

Alas... you need to pay more attention to it in the future.

After thinking about everything, Ji Yunlai found that he was not happy.

On the contrary, thinking that he would never be able to tease Mao Qing in the future, although his face was cold and indifferent, his heart was full of nothing to love.

After sitting there for a long time, he turned his head and found that the apprentice had shut himself in the room again.

It's kind of... I don't know what to do with Xiaoqing.

...

After sitting for a long time, the apprentice still did not come out.

Ji Yun came to think about it for a moment, and decided to leave for a while and let himself sober up.

The boy surnamed Luo who had received the Heavenly Dao before had already left Feilai Peak and headed for Jiuyuan Gully, holding the stone that fell from his Dao Seed.

And in his divine sense, An Xian also brought equipment, ready to go to the Black Witch Land.

Ji Yunlai was also a little curious about that place, this kind of dangerous place that he didn't dare to go easily, what could he be afraid of?

It just so happens that he is going there to find something, so let's go first.

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On the other side, Feng Qingxiu returned to the room and placed restrictions on the room, and then buried her head in the soft bed.

God knows he was scared to death by himself.

At the moment when he was so annoyed that he pushed the respected Master to a stop, he naturally thought...just...how could he think like this?

That is the respected master he most, how could he want to overthrow the master? !

And Master, how could he be easily pushed over by himself!

In addition, he looked at his hand, it was this hand that pushed the Master just now, I don’t wash my hands—no! This hand should be chopped!

Feng Qingxiu touched the tips of her hot ears.

Suddenly I realized that I might, possibly, or, vaguely, as if...no! I just respect Master, that is the love of the apprentice for Master!

What am I thinking, he used his hand to push the master's hand to hold his hot face.

That's Master!

The master who I have always admired since I was young.

It’s just that I’m too young, so read more, but I can’t think of it anymore.

But Master is so beautiful, I imagine...No, I can’t think about it, this is an insult to Master!

How could this be!

Feng Qingxiu only felt that her brain was in a mess, and her heart was as uneasy as she was worried about whether she could be selected for Kun-Lai.

Glancing from the corner of his eye, he found his shadow swaying ripplingly.

Feng Qingxiu couldn't even lift the strength to pump it.

After a while, he found that his shadow seemed to be watching him silently.

Although the shadow is actually impossible to see, he just feels it.

Thinking of the consequences caused by poking him with an invisible sword before, Feng Qingxiu simply didn't want to breathe. Even if she couldn't manage a shadow herself, how could she be a master's apprentice?

...

He was in a state of confusion. After thinking about it for a long time, his mind was still roaring. Feng Qingxiu simply covered his head with a pillow and went to sleep.

This is taught right down the door. If you can't solve the problem when you feel restless, you should take a good rest, adjust your mood, and face it again. Don't force yourself into concentration, so as not to get into trouble.

The shadow beside him tilted his head and returned to Feng Qingxiu's body.

Feng Qingxiu is dreaming again.

He dreamed that Master stood quietly in front of a blood-stained white camellia, silently, watching him by the side, but couldn't do anything.

That is not the master he is familiar with, he is too cold, but standing beside him, he has the illusion of trembling with cold.

The master was there looking at the blood stains on the white camellia, from rising to sunset, to rising again.

The camellia blooms undefeated, and the blood stains are as bright as yesterday, but the surrounding mountains and forests gradually turn from green to yellow, and finally covered with Kaikai white snow, until the first snow melts and everything regenerates.

Finally, his gaze turned to himself.

After a long time, he said: "You won."

There was no ups and downs in the voice, but Feng Qingxiu just wanted to rush over and call Master you not to look at it, but she couldn't move.

The master raised his fingertips, the snow-like fingertips were entwined with a bit of domineering sword light, but it slowly passed to his eyebrows.

Feng Qingxiu almost wanted to scream and pounce on it.

But he couldn't move, as if he was just a wisp of obsession.

Master, what are you doing?

"I don't want to wait for you to come back." As if hearing his roar, the master opposite calmly pierced the ray of sword light toward his own eyebrows, but his voice finally had a gentle warmth, like a warm one. The feather floated to the bottom of his heart, and he said, "Don't be afraid, I just want to let us meet at the best time."

No, no, I don't want to meet you, I just want you to be good, you can be good!

I will be back soon, you are waiting for me——