At night, Jing Ci leaned back on the chair, his fingertips knocked on the table from time to time, but his thoughts flew away.

There was a man in red by the window, playing with his long hair hanging down, looking at him playfully.

After a long time, the man in red chuckled lightly and said, "I said, it's almost time for you to act? ”

Jing Ci glanced at him, picked up the small bottle in front of him and rubbed it, his eyes were cold.

"I don't need you to remind me, I know what to do. ”

The Hundred Flower Poison is the most poisonous extracted from the unique flower of the Voodoo Gate, and ordinary people can be killed in an instant as long as they dip a drop.

And cultivators, especially those with high cultivation, if they are poisoned, there will be no danger to their lives, but their spiritual power will collapse little by little, and they will suffer the pain of eating bones and devouring spirits, until their cultivation is exhausted and they become an ordinary person.

The man in red sighed twice, looked at him leisurely with a pair of peach blossom eyes, and said, "Think about it, I won't regret it, I have to tell you in advance, the potpourri poison is extremely rare, and I only have this small bottle, and there is no solution so far, don't regret it then, come to ask me for the antidote." ”

"Regret? Heh, it's funny. ”

The corners of Jing Ci's mouth hooked up a smile of unknown meaning, and his black eyes stared at the porcelain bottle in his hand: "If she can kill Wen Yun for those so-called rules, then I can kill her regardless of the feelings of my master and apprentice." Isn't that right? And what do I regret?"

"You know it in your own heart, and it's useless to ask me. The man in red raised his eyebrows and snorted softly.

Without further ado, Jing Ci shook off his clothes and stood up, and walked out of the door.

The idea of killing Lan Qing has been in his heart for five years, and now he doesn't want to delay for a moment! He has already thought about it, killing her and committing suicide is all to make amends for the grace of so many years of teaching.

All the way to the peak, the temperature plummeted.

For some reason, a scene from his childhood suddenly appeared in his mind.

Unlike other disciples, at that time, he was not scared away because of Lan Qing's terrifying aura, but chased after her, reaching out to her all day long to hug her.

Whenever this happens, Lan Qing will always pick him up expressionlessly, and raise a barrier around the two of them to block the cold. He also rubbed in her arms, eager to warm up this cold beauty master with his own temperature.

Retracting his thoughts, Jing Ci's eyes were dark.

It was she who single-handedly ruined these affections, since she was disrespectful as a teacher, don't blame herself for not remembering the old feelings.

In a flash, Jing Ci had already appeared outside Lan Qing's house. Reaching out and gently pushing the door open, there was a faint fluorescence in the darkness of the room, which emanated from the bed.

Jing Ci had a cold face, turned the small porcelain bottle in his hand and came to the bed step by step, looking at the woman on the bed condescendingly.

Lan Qing's face was a little pale, his eyes were closed, and a ray of light emanated from his chest and heart, surrounding his whole body, which should be detoxifying.

Jing Ci looked at her for a long, long time and sat on the edge of the bed.

waited for the fluorescence to fade, then took out a thin silver needle from his robe, opened the porcelain vase and dipped it in.

Just as he was about to stab into her neck, suddenly, a white silk appeared from Lan Qing's wrist, entangled his wrist.

Beam of Demon Aya?

Jing Ci frowned slightly, how could Lan Qing still carry this thing when she slept?

But it is an exceedingly protective of the Lord, and it protects whoever it wears.

That's harder......

Jing Ci was silent, and followed the white silk straight to clasp Lan Qing's wrist, entangled the bundle of demon silk, and stabbed the needle in his hand into Lan Qing's neck with lightning speed with the other hand.

The moment it was pierced, the needle disappeared.

Lan Qing seemed to realize something, and suddenly opened his eyes. An indifferent look crashed into a pair of dark eyes.

Their posture at this time was slightly awkward, Jing Ci's upper body was leaning over Lan Qing, and the wrists of the two of them were tightly wrapped around the Bundle Demon Aya, and they stared at each other like this.

Jing Ci was stunned for a moment, then quickly came back to his senses, leaned back violently, and there was a rare trace of panic in his eyes.

Lan Qing sat up and put away the magic silk.

He didn't speak, and there was no emotion in his pale eyes. As if sensing something, he reached out and touched the place where the needle had been pricked.

I felt that the spiritual power in my body was a little restless, and I was afraid that I would be poisoned by Jing Ci again.

Jing Ci cocked his legs, his eyes flashed as if he was carrying light, and with a little expectation, he said: "Master has noticed it, this time it is the hundred flower poison refined by the Voodoo Sect, and it took a lot of effort to find it for you." ”

"You are here just to poison you?" Lan Qing frowned slightly.

"Yes, as long as it is related to the master, I have always been very active, and I can't wait for a moment. No, as soon as I took the poison, I immediately sent it to the master. Are you happy, Master? ”

The tail note of Jing Ci is raised upward, even with a little restraint, but his eyes seem to be quenched with poison.

"Go back to sleep. Lan Qing ignored his yin and yang weirdness, and said lightly.

Jing Ci had a feeling of punching his fist into the cotton, and he didn't get angry.

Suppressing his annoyance, he said lazily: "Isn't the master the most respectful of rules? Why, now that you catch me red-handed and poison you, shouldn't you drive me down the mountain?"

Lan Qing turned her head slightly, and her voice was flat: "No, go to sleep." ”

"Poof!"

Jing Ci couldn't help laughing, and his eyes seemed to be able to condense ice: "When did Shizun become so generous?

Lan Qing didn't say anything.

"Actually, if you had spared her life at that time, I wouldn't care how you would punish her later, whether it was cleaning Hangong Peak or driving down the mountain, I would never say a word!"

Jing Ci recently put on a wicked smile and approached Lan Qing, his eyes a little more hideous.

"But you just killed her!Heh, Master, you have the ability to kill me, otherwise, I have ten thousand ways to kill you. You are a great immortal master, a god of war admired by thousands of people, it is not easy to kill you, I know. But if you don't work once, you will do it twice, if you can't do it twice, you will do it three times, and if you can't do it three times, you will do it countless times! There will always be a time when you will truly become an immortal. ”

Lan Qing didn't move when she heard these words, but calmly reached out and straightened Jing Ci's collar, as if she was looking at a child messing around.

Jing Qi froze, and for some reason, he remembered that he had deliberately tossed her when Lan Qing was practicing, pulling her hair and pinching her face, and had a lot of fun.

Whenever this time, Lan Qing would interrupt his cultivation, pull him into his arms, and tidy up his messy clothes quite helplessly, and finally two words came out: "Nonsense." ”

"You're always like this!"

Jing Ci pushed Lan Qing away, got up and turned his back to her, his expression completely hidden in the darkness. He stood for a long time before he walked out.

At this time, Lan Qing's cold voice came: "If Wen Yun was injured by me, she could have escaped death." ”

If the person standing behind Wen Yun at that time was herself, whether she was dead or injured, she would not have pursued so much at all.

Lan Qing himself is a Great Perfection cultivator, shouldering the heavy responsibility of protecting the common people. She didn't care what the common people did to her, including Wen Yun.

But Lan Qing is a master again, and he shoulders the responsibility of protecting his apprentices. Whether it is a fellow disciple or an outsider, she will not let go of hurting her disciples for no reason.

This is also why Han Gongfeng has many rules, but none of them are related to hurting the master.

On the one hand, it was because the disciples believed that the cultivation of the master was fundamentally a realm that they could not touch, and on the other hand, it was the hidden duty of the Lanqing Great Perfection cultivator - the duty required by the Heavenly Dao.