No, if it was at that time, it would be impossible for the original body to hide the battle with the Sword Sect.

If it wasn't then, when could it be?

Rao is that she has many years of knowledge, and she has never seen a person who cultivates so much demonic qi in his body and has not become a demon.

It's no wonder that from the moment she entered the back mountain, she had a wonderful sense, because it was the place where the demonic energy gathered.

No matter what method Luo Qing used to suppress the demonic qi before, this demonic qi would eventually explode one day. And after a long period of suppression, the power of the final outbreak will be more than ten times that of the previous one, and at that time, if you don't become a demon, you will die......

Luo Qing, Luo Qing, is this your biggest secret?

Standing on top of the flying sword, Luo Qing was full of sorrow. I suddenly felt that this repetition of the world was not necessarily a good thing.

With a long sigh, Luo Qing lowered his eyes and looked down.

The forest is rising and falling with the breeze, and the layers of blue waves stretch into the distance, which is beautiful in an instant.

The breeze swept her cheeks and lifted her long hair, gradually blowing away the restlessness that rose in her heart because she couldn't control it.

Looking at such a vivid and vivid scene, Luo Qing suddenly calmed down.

The person who should have been buried deep in the loess can be resurrected, which is already a great luck, so why ask for more.

Looking at the direction of Jiuyou from afar, Luo Qing suddenly closed his eyes, as if he felt something, and everything around him instantly returned to nothingness.

It seemed that a long time had passed, and it seemed that just a moment had passed, Luo Qing opened his eyes, his eyes became warmer and warmer, and the momentum of his whole body was gone.

She could feel that since her resurrection, the feeling of stagnation between the spirit and flesh had finally disappeared. From now on, this body will completely belong to her, and she is Jiuyou Luoqing.

With a light whistle, Luo Qing was about to return to Jiuyou, when he saw a black-clothed young man on the road ahead.

The young man was only thirteen or fourteen years old, thin and short, ragged, but his back was very straight, and he walked steadily and seriously step by step. It felt like no matter what lay ahead, he would do the same, and he would walk resolutely towards the path he had chosen, even if it would be full of thorns.

Was he? She remembered the boy.

"Who?!" the black-clothed young man who was watching suddenly looked up in her direction, his gaze as sharp as a knife.

was discovered, Luo Qing raised his eyebrows, with a hint of surprise. Although she didn't deliberately hide her aura, this uncultivated teenager could actually spot her.

Luo Qing became interested, jumped lightly from the flying sword on tiptoe, and the white skirt flew one after another, with a glance of ten thousand years.

Seeing that it was her, the young man's gaze froze, and the expression on his face couldn't stop changing, and finally froze in a daze, watching her fall in front of him intently, her long hair flying, like a fairy in a painting.

I actually saw her here, Jiuyou Luoqing.

In his previous life, he was the only one who had ever reached out to him.

Just a day ago, he was the infamous demon of the Sect Killer, Mo Zhao, and on the top of the peaks, he was besieged by various sects, and blood was sprinkled all over the mountaintop.

After three days and three nights of encirclement and suppression, Mo Zhao was forced to the edge of the cliff, and there was no way out.

Looking at this famous and decent man not far away, who was eager to eat his flesh and blood, Mo Zhao looked up to the sky and smiled.

"It's ridiculous, in vain you claim to be doing the right thing for heaven, but you don't know that you are making wedding clothes for others!"

"Adversary, don't talk about it. Standing at the forefront was the disciple of his judgment sect, and the man's eyes were full of blood, "Today, I will avenge the tragic death of my brothers and sisters!"

"Huh. Mo Zhao just opened his arms and hunted in black robes, "Then you guys can come." ”

"It's not good, get out of the way!"

"He's going to blow himself up, run!"

......

With a bang, the air flow swept by the explosion soared into the sky and swung in circles, and the entire peak was instantly moved to the ground.

Before losing consciousness, Mo Zhao didn't think back to his bumpy life, and the only few scenes in his mind were just the beautiful face of that person.

Thankfully, she's not here.

Mo Zhao never imagined that in such a situation, he would be able to open his eyes one day again, and return to when he was fourteen years old.

At this time, he was just a small handyman in the Sword Fighting Sect.

After staring at the mirror in a daze for a long time, Mo Zhao accepted the fact that he had been reborn, and he couldn't restrain his agitated heartbeat and wanted to see her again.

The purpose of going to Jiuyou was to see her, and the purpose of participating in the trial meeting was also to see her, but the moment he sensed that she left Jiuyou, he suddenly lost all the reasons to insist, so he chose to get out without hesitation.

That person was his hidden longing and admiration in the bottom of his heart, perhaps, it was his extravagant hope.

After leaving the Nine Shadows, Mo Zhao plunged into the dense forest, panicking and not knowing where to go, the world is big, but where will there be a place for him.

He didn't expect that after being disappointed, he would actually meet Luo Qing here.

The image in the memory gradually became clear, overlapping with the person in front of him.

It's her, it's really her.

Luo Qing didn't notice that the eyes of the young man in front of her looking at her were like the deepest whirlpool, throbbing and stunned, she just glanced at the young man's scarred arm twice.

This young man is not very old, his talent is very good, and he doesn't know how to make himself like this.

"The Nine Shadows Trial New Conference hasn't ended yet, why are you here?"

Mo Zhao stared at the cold face of the person in front of him silently, his lips opened, and finally closed without answering.

Fortunately, he didn't miss it. But in this life, that's all, and they won't have anything to do with it in the future.

Luo Qing didn't know what Mo Zhao was thinking under the silent surface, and he was quite surprised, this young man was not very old, and his personality was still calm.

If there is such a disciple, it must be very convenient.

After thinking about it, Luo Qing spoke again, but he said something that surprised Mo Zhao.

"Would you like to worship me as a teacher?"

Hearing this, Mo Zhao's eyes trembled suddenly, and a little bit of broken light seemed to be sprinkled in his dark eyes.

"You say, let me worship you as a teacher?" Mo Zhao's dark eyes looked directly at her, and he hesitantly said the first sentence since the two met.

"How?"

Mo Zhao didn't answer immediately, and the expression on his face was no longer calm, but an indescribable complexity.

In her previous life, she had never heard that she had accepted disciples, so how could she in this life?

Is it okay for someone like him?

The pictures of his previous life flashed in his mind one by one, Mo Zhao was willing to believe it but didn't dare to believe it, just looked at Luo Qing, his eyes suddenly had a light in his eyes, and he opened his mouth to say the second sentence, "Do you really want to take me as an apprentice?"

Luo Qing was still patient, "Naturally." ”

”......“

The corners of Mo Zhao's mouth brought a little satisfied smile, the water in his eyes was heavier, and the whole person suddenly became vivid, but he still asked persistently, "I really don't regret it?"

Luo Qing also saw the light in the young man's eyes at this moment, and only felt that there was something emotion in his heart, no matter how indifferent the young man was on the outside, he was still a child after all.

Sighing slightly, Luo Qing raised his hand and touched his head.

"No regrets, are you willing?"

Mo Zhao looked at her in a daze, and the light in his eyes finally fell.