Sect Leader Is Under Great Pressure: 111|110.109.1

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

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

Compared to Master, Feng Qingxiu became a little later. Although it was less than twenty, those two years were the age when she grew taller. Therefore, Feng Qingxiu's figure is actually better than that of a teenager. Be a little bit higher.

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

Feng Qingxiu puts one hand on the rocks behind her master, with a cold expression: "How fierce Master wants me to be?"

Ji Yunlai was in a daze for a while, that familiar feeling even made the disillusioned heart beat a little faster. He couldn't help but raised his hand to caress his apprentice’s face. However, even now it’s just a separation of souls. After all, he is an immortal. He recovered as soon as he stretched out his hand. The outstretched hand naturally fell on the apprentice's shoulder, and he chuckled softly: "Xiao Qing 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 Yun came to look at the apprentice's rippling shadow, and 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 his apprentice.

The fingertips are long and slender, white and beautiful, just putting them in this way, it is like the natural carving of God, 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 contemplation.

Recalling the past one by one, he suddenly found that he had been in panic since he woke up the next day at the age of sixteen.

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

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

No, or it's too different, it's so different...

So, I seem to like Xiaoqing?

How is it 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 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 liking, not that kind of liking...

Yes, I was really pure at the 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?

It's... 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 influence his three views, let alone use my identity to lead him.

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

Before this, I was his master.

Just his master.

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

But suddenly he came back to his senses.

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

Oh... you should pay attention to it in the future.

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

On the contrary, thinking that he will never be able to tease Mao Qing in the future, although his face is cold and indifferent, his heart is full of unrequited love.

Sitting 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.

……

Sitting for a long time, the apprentice still didn't come out.

Ji Yun came to think about it for a moment, and decided to leave for a while, so that he could wake up.

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

In the midst of his divine knowledge, An Xian also brought equipment, ready to go to the Black Witch Land.

Ji Yunlai is also a little curious about that place, this kind of dangerous place that he doesn't dare to go easily, is there anything he can be afraid of?

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

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

God knew he was going to be scared to death by himself just now.

At the moment when he was so annoyed that he pushed the master to hold back, he naturally thought...just...how could he think like this?

That is his most respected master, how could he want to push the master down? !

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

Besides, 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 discovered 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 about it anymore.

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

How can this be!

Feng Qingxiu only felt that her brain was in a mess, and she was so uneasy as to worry about whether she would be elected to Kun-Lai.

A glance at the corner of his eye, he found his shadow swaying ripplingly.

Feng Qingxiu can'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 does feel it.

Thinking of the consequences of poking him with an invisible sword before, Feng Qingxiu simply didn't want to breathe. He couldn't even manage a shadow himself, so how could he be a master's apprentice?

……

He was confused. He thought for a long time, but his mind was still tumbling. Feng Qingxiu simply covered his head with a pillow and got a good night's sleep.

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

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.

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 are covered with Kaikai white snow until the first snow melts and everything regenerates.

Finally, his gaze turned to himself.

For 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 entwined with a bit of domineering sword light, but it slowly passed to his eyebrows.

Feng Qingxiu almost wanted to hiss 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 again." As if hearing his roar, the opposite master calmly pierced the ray of sword light towards his own eyebrows, but his voice finally had a gentle warmth, as if a A warm feather floated to the bottom of his heart. He said, "Don't be afraid, I just want to let us meet at the best time."

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

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