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Only those senior old disciples, who have reached a certain level of cultivation, can show their compassion, put down their weapons, and go to the small villages near Kunlun Mountain to collect food and clothing.

Jing Liqiu, who had been separated for two years, took this opportunity to return to the Xuanji Temple once again to help him tide over the difficulties.

The enthusiastic disciples of the Unfixed Meditation not only shoveled away the thick snow inside and outside the Xuanji Temple, but also helped them rebuild the buildings that had been blown by the blizzard.

Qingyang Daoist, the head of the Xuanji Temple, stood in front of the half-restored building, and smiled kindly at Jing Liqiu: "Liqiu, you are still so helpful, you are really a promising good boy!" ”

"Hey, hey! Uncle in charge has won the award! Jing Liqiu scratched his head shyly, forgetting that his hands were covered with mud.

"You can't call me Uncle Master anymore, you can just call me Uncle Qingyang, because now your head is Daoist Mo Ziping."

"Got it! Thank you, Uncle Qingyang, for the reminder. ”

"After eating in the evening, I went to visit your former master, Daoist Zhang Linyi, although he was harsh and strict, but after you left, he didn't talk to you in front of me."

"Hmmm! I'll definitely go see him. He's half a father to me! ”

"Good boy, go get busy!" With that, the Qingyang Daoist walked towards other places.

In the evening, Jing Liqiu met Daoist Zhang Linyi and should go back to the specially provided dormitory to sleep, but when he passed through the main square, he remembered the scene where he and Pi Xiaotian practiced here in the moonlight, and his feet couldn't help but walk towards the men's dormitory.

At this moment, the men's dormitory has not yet turned off the lights and put out the fire, and the disciples are still making noise indoors.

Jing Liqiu walked down the narrow aisle and was moved by this familiar atmosphere. It's so human every night, I don't want to have a fixed dormitory, even if the lights are on, but it's like it's empty, and no one will gossip.

Here, however, gossip has become a color that embellishes the dull life.

Jing Liqiu did not go to the dormitory where he lived before, but went directly to the last room in the last row.

Inside the house, Xu Kui, who was sitting in the corner, recognized the familiar and tall figure at the door at a glance, and he immediately rushed over and happily called: "Jing Liqiu!" You're back! ”

"Yes, I came with a rescue team sent by Wudaguan." Jing Liqiu said as his eyes swept over Xu Kui and looked into the house.

Cui Ju, who was standing inside, thought that he was looking for him, so he also greeted him: "Jing Liqiu, how have you been in the past two years?" ”

"Very good." Jing Liqiu's eyes bypassed Cui Ju again, looking for something.

Xu Kui followed Jing Liqiu's eyes, turned his head back indoors, and wondered, "Who are you looking for?" ”

"Where's Xiaotian?" Jing Liqiu was confused, and his eyes were a little lost.

Xu Kui was stunned: "You actually asked me Xiaotian?" Isn't he in a state of flux? Didn't you meet him? ”

Jing Liqiu was stunned, demented, incredible: "Xiaotian went to the uncertain view? ”

"You really don't know? Or pretending to be stupid? Xu Kui stared at Jing Liqiu's face seriously, feeling that the other party didn't want to joke.

Cui Juyi nodded: "Xiaotian has gone to Wuda, and it was already half a year ago!" You see his bed is occupied by someone else. ”

Jing Liqiu looked at the familiar bed, and the person sitting on it was indeed another face.

"But I've never met him!" Jing Liqiu was extremely confused and shook Xu Kui's shoulders excitedly.

Xu Kui's flesh and blood were like firewood, he was dizzy from being shaken, and pushed the other party away: "If you don't see him, it means that you have no fate!" ”

Jing Liqiu was stunned: "That's not right! Half a year ago, there was indeed a disciple of the Xuanji Temple who entered the Wuding Meditation, but that person was a female disciple named Ling Suxue! ”

"Lin Suxue? Little junior sister? Xu Kui was confused: "The little junior sister is in the Xuanji Temple, and she is very diligent in her cultivation every day." ”

"No, no, no......" Jing Liqiu's head shook like a rattle: "It's not the little junior sister Lin Suxue, but the spirit, the soul, and the snow!" ”

"Isn't that still a little junior sister!"

"It's not!" Jing Liqiu was stunned by the two homonyms, so he asked in a different way: "Is there a female disciple in the summoning technique?" ”

"Yes! A stinky doll with a milky smell that has not dried, called Le Rong. Xu Kui said disgustedly. Thinking of the clumsy Lerong, he couldn't get angry.

"Le ...... Rong ......" Jing Liqiu muttered obsessively, a premonition of not wanting to suddenly flashed in his mind, and he immediately waved goodbye to Xu and Cui: "It's not too early, I'll go first." ”

"Huh! Jing Liqiu, I haven't figured out the situation yet, you're leaving! Xu Kui called.

Jing Liqiu's legs were long and big, and he disappeared into a black spot after a few hurried steps.

Xu and Cui were left standing at the door confused.

The cold moonlight, the cold wind that penetrates the bones, like a cold ghost, makes people tremble.

Jing Liqiu walked on the dark and dim small stone road, his hands clenched into fists, his eyes looked at the front angrily, and he gritted his teeth: "Good you Lingxue Snow!" You fake benevolent and black liar, it's not good to make it up, you have to make it up from the mystical view. Look at me this time to return to the unfixed view, and don't expose your true face to the master! ”

Very angry, but also sad.

Jing Liqiu's angry heart is not only sad after being deceived, but also mixed with some other soft and delicate feelings. He felt that his clear world was eroded by the haze of deception.

He didn't expect that Ling Suxue, a gentle woman with a needle in her pocket, would bring him such a big blow.

In the past few nights, Jing Liqiu has been tossing and turning.

It wasn't until the last two days of his departure from the Xuanji Temple that he had a good night's sleep.

Because the body is too tired, there is no room for the brain to think.

The next day after returning to the uncertain view, Jing Liqiu found an opportunity to meet Ling Suxue at the moment before he made up his mind to expose Ling Suxue.

It was the time of the midday break, and they stood under a cedar tree with drooping branches and crystal ice.

Jing Liqiu's eyes were solemn: "Senior Sister Ling, there is one thing, you must answer seriously, and you are not allowed to answer me with a trace of deception." ”

The word deception, he said it with a special accent.

Ling Suxue keenly sensed the displeasure in the other party's words, and nodded with a smile: "I promise you." ”

"Okay, let me ask you again, where did you learn before?" Jing Liqiu's tone was cold, and his face was as pale as iron.

Ling Suxue replied lightly: "The teacher inherits the Xuanji Guan Qiu Hongji Daoist." ”

Still lying!

Jing Liqiu suppressed the raging anger in his heart, and his fist-clenched hands sweated angrily, but he still maintained an indifferent attitude and calm: "But I saw Xu Kui and Cui Ju in Xuanji, and they all said that they had never seen you!" ”

"What!" Ling Suxue was startled, suppressed the panic in her heart, and remained calm: "It turns out that Senior Brother Jing has gone to the Xuanji Temple these days. Xu Kui and Cui Ju said that they didn't know me, maybe because they had forgotten me a long time ago! After all, when I was looking at the mysteries, I rarely talked to them, and I stood alone and silently behind them.

"Stop quibbling! You just promised me that I would answer seriously! Jing Liqiu's voice was much sharper, and he couldn't restrain his anger. (To be continued.) )