On the simple desk, a bronze incense burner was filled with purple smoke, and the four treasures of the study - pen, ink, paper and ink, were placed in an orderly manner.

In addition, it is an ink-colored iron gossip, half the size of a palm, with blurry patterns on it, and it seems that it is often rubbed and played with by people. At this moment, it is pressed on a stack of paperweights. The paper is densely packed with lines of neat small characters...

When I was thinking about the medicine, a pair of white jade-like hands reached over, but I saw the young man holding a white porcelain teacup in both hands. The white jade-like teacup was also not stained with dust. There was a pool of clear water in the cup, and the heat was steaming.

A pair of clear eyes were as bright as the morning star. The young man looked calm and said calmly: "Don't blame the tea in the humble room, senior!" After saying that, he bent down and bowed, holding the teacup in his hand on both hands.

The herb was like being possessed by the devil. He took the teacup in his hand and drank it in one sip. Before the taste was recovered, a clear air rose, floating in the air, and the feeling of comfort that had never been before made the herb go to sleep...

Dang...

The teacup fell to the ground and shattered. The eyes of herbs were blurred. They slowly closed their eyes. Suddenly, a strange breath spread out with the center of herbs. The bandage on the head suddenly broke, and the long hair was windless and it was dancing wildly in the sky. In an instant, it turned black and deep, as if all the light was swallowed up, but the skin became whiter and white, transparent, and blue veins appeared. Then the blue veins disappeared, replaced by black gas. Straws of black gas squirmed under the skin, slowly dormant, and disappeared.

"Friend Taoist, I'm so calculating!" A pair of dark eyes suddenly opened, everything seemed to be still, the dark eyes were no light, the blackness was ruthless, and the blackness was weird, as if it condensed all the darkness and darkness in the world...

"Shame!" The boy lowered his eyes, as if he didn't dare to look at him, but he suddenly spoke, but broke the strange stillness in front of him and sighed: "Twenty years ago, when I established a sect in Qingling Island, even if there was a disaster at the end of this year, it was caused by cause and effect. The cause of the past and the result of today. However, my Taoism is low and I am not a rival to my predecessors. Although I have changed my destiny against the heavens, the way of heaven is not tolerated, and the time is still bad. I can only prepare this "shen urging the gods" to urge the thoughts of my predecessors in advance, so that you can come a few years later, so that I can be prepared."

"College Herbs" had no expression on his face, his dark eyes turned slightly, he looked around, and said indifferently: "Okay, I feel very relieved that you can have such an idea. If you come back the day, you will be the only one. I hope that today will be more exciting in three years."

"I will never let my senior down!" The boy smiled slightly, but there was a calmness in his eyes, without a trace of smile, calm and unwavering, like a mirror, without dust, and was surprisingly similar to the ruthlessness in the eyes of "collecting herbs". It seemed... he was still learning, learning a certain artistic conception of "him", and was integrating it at an astonishing speed...

"Collection of Medicine" was frowning at this moment, and with a last sigh, he reached out and grabbed it. A sword light like a cicada wing appeared in his left hand. A sword talisman was grabbed with his right hand. The sword talisman was swept away in a blink of an eye and turned into a sharp sword hook. The crystal light was dazzling. The sword light in his left hand had already turned into a short, shiny hook, as thin as a silkworm wing, only about a foot, the double hooks were fighting, and the sound of the sound was pleasant...

The boy opposite frowned, and the calmness in his eyes was instantly broken, as if the mirror was shattered. He couldn't help but lower his eyebrows and lower his eyes, and took a step back.

"My little fellow Taoist is too unreasonable, it should be a lesson!" As soon as the words were made, the boy's face changed drastically, and a sniffle sounded. A blood line appeared silently on the boy's neck. An iron gossip was neatly divided into two pieces, and fell to the ground with a click. Looking at the desk, the iron gossip that was regarded as a paperweight had long disappeared.

"Don't let me down..." The voice became lower and lower. I slowly closed my eyes with herbal medicine. The strange aura around me gradually subsided. My hair fell down, and my double hooks fell to the ground...

The boy picked up the iron gossip cut into two pieces on the ground, looked at the breaking point carefully, and murmured to himself: "Is it only three years? But it's... enough! Unfortunately..."

"Why didn't you kill me?"

Hearing the question of collecting herbs, the young man was slightly surprised. He looked up and was about to answer, but suddenly laughed: "The Master Qingzhu is a wise man who has misfortune and is forbidden to be punished!" As he spoke, he turned to look at the door and saw a Taoist in Qing in a bamboo stick and a straw sandalwood standing in the snow, with a stunning girl beside him.

"I will answer your question!" The Taoist smiled slightly, looked at the collecting herbs, and was about to answer, but his face suddenly changed. His cuffs moved slightly, and a broken sleeve fell to the ground with neat incisions. He couldn't help but sigh: "No disaster!"

The boy in the room was stunned, then he realized it, and said, "So that's it! But thank you. There is only a cup of rough tea here, and the real person is invited to enter."

The Taoist Qingyi smiled and said, "I dare not drink your tea, so keep it for yourself!" As he spoke, he shook his sleeves casually, pulled the girl beside him, and said gently, "Qing Ling'er, come, I will introduce you to a master!" As he said that, he walked into the house, pointed to the boy in the house, and said, "It's this guy who plotted your master, master, senior brother, and three people in the family!"

The young man did not refute, but pointed to the iron gossip that was broken into two pieces, shook his head and smiled bitterly, then his eyes lit up, and he walked quickly to the desk, waved his sleeves, and swept the four treasures of the study on the table, and all the incense burners and paper were swept to the ground. When he turned his hand, a small red mud stove appeared, and the charcoal was burning strongly, and a pot of wine was also placed on it.

"It's cold and the snow is flying. If you don't eat tea, how about the real person enjoying the snow?"

...

The young man greeted Taoist Qingyi, as if he was meeting an old friend. He had long ignored the herbs. He took a deep breath and relaxed suddenly. He turned his head and glanced at Alchemy, bent down and picked up the double hooks on the ground, and carefully replayed the moment when "Liequezi" came out of the hook...

Liequezi made a hook very quickly, and the double hooks were closed with one shot. It was incredible. I don’t know whether it was intentional or unintentional. The scene at that moment was deeply imprinted in my mind of collecting medicine... In addition to being fast, it was also fast... Take its flaws and kill with one blow...

The moment when Lecquez awakens, he seems to have become a bystander, without thinking... but also like the person involved, he is vivid in his mind, as if... He is Lecquez, and Lecquez is him...

This complex feeling made him feel very crisis-still, but he was helpless.

"What should come will always come. If Lecquezi is resurrected, I will die!" The words of the Five Ghosts Sanren are still hearing. When I have experienced the herbs in my personal experience, I finally have some experience. Lecquezi is like a bottomless black hole. If Lecquezi is resurrected, he will be a sacrifice.

"He will not let you die. If you die, the variables will be even greater. He has been preparing for twenty years and does not want variables to happen and beyond his control." A ray of water appeared in the alchemy's beautiful eyes, but in the blink of an eye, it was evaporated and returned to cold in an instant. His slender waist turned, and what was left in the eyes of collecting herbs was only a cold ancient sword.

"Are you pitying me? Should I call you, the junior sister of Alchemy? Or should I respectfully call you, Wood Mai Qingling?"


Chapter completed!