Qing Ling practiced the art of sound killing, and she was not skilled in the control of the water spirit, and this swing only used fifty percent of her strength, and it did not have much lethality.

But I don't know if Luo Yao was less vigilant because of the rose petals just now and the sudden attack on Qing Ling, or if he was originally incompetent, although he hurriedly deployed his defense, he was weak and vulnerable, snorted a few times, his robe was cut by ice thorns, and blood gushed out.

Qing Ling saw that his wound was oozing blood, so he hurriedly withdrew his strength and ran to Luo Yao's side, forgetting all the excuses he had thought of in advance, and only hurriedly said: "Xiao Qi, are you okay?" ”

Luo Yao covered the biggest wound on his left arm and pulled the corners of his mouth, "Senior sister, don't you want to give me a dismissal?" ”

Qing Ling took Luo Yao's arm, checked his injuries through the moonlight, and explained incoherently: "No! No! I just wanted to test your skills...... But why are you so bad? I was actually injured by my water spirit...... No one will believe it! ”

Luo Yao looked down at her and chuckled imperceptibly.

The laughter was very soft, but it couldn't escape the ears of Qing Ling, who had practiced the art of sound killing since he was a child.

She looked up at him.

But seeing that under the melting moonlight, Luo Yao's clear and beautiful eyes were vaguely plated with a strange and bewildering golden halo.

***

Among Chongwu's several senior brothers, the senior brother and the fourth senior brother were the most protective of Qingling, while the third senior brother was the most severe.

But even the fierce third senior brother Ling Feng has never hurt her......

And he has been taking advantage of this new junior brother Luo Yao from the beginning! deliberately tried to test his skills, not to mention, but also injured people to the point of blood.

At that time, the little golden light in the eyes of the junior brother must be the tears of grievance that he tried his best to endure!

Qing Ling tossed and turned on the couch, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that he was guilty, and he was more vicious than the third senior brother and insidious and not lost to the fifth senior brother......

At this point, we must come up with some practical benefits in order to soothe the wounded heart of my junior brother.

In the middle of the night, Qing Ling pushed the door out of the bedroom and cast a spell to freeze the two waiters outside the door.

She took out a jade plaque and held it in the palm of her hand, drove to set a prohibition, covered her whereabouts, and quickly headed north.

This unicorn jade plate is one of Chongwu's artifacts.

Seventy years ago, the fourth senior brother Yuanqing was rewarded with a unicorn jade plaque by the Holy Monarch of Moqian because of his meritorious service in eliminating evil and helping the people.

The jade plaque is said to be refined from the essence of the ancient Heavenly Emperor's mount, containing tens of thousands of years of sun and moon essence, which is very beneficial to the cultivation of divine power.

Before the fourth senior brother went down the mountain to run errands, he deliberately left the jade plate to the little junior sister who loved to get into trouble.

Qing Ling walked to the top of the cliff of the main peak, summoned the Xuanniao mount, and flew in the direction of Bichen Peak in the moonlight.

Bichen Peak, the peak is as its name, green and secluded all year round.

The fan is thin and the stars are left, the plate is bright and dewy, and the lonely Bichen Pavilion on the top of the mountain is also like a single shadow standing by the water, lonely and clear.

Qing Ling jumped down from the Yi Garden outside the Bichen Pavilion and landed on the shore of the pool.

She removed the ban, took out a jade flute from her waist, brought it to her mouth, and played it slowly.

The flute sound is crisp and short, and the clear and jumping, like a splashing spring, and like a bird's voice, it will attract a few red-billed kingfishers, stopping on the branches of the laurel tree by the pool.

Qing Ling was secretly happy in his heart, and suddenly interrupted the sound of the flute, and flicked his fingers in the air, hitting the nearest kingfisher.

Before the kingfisher could react, it fell from the branch. The rest of the kingfishers flapped their wings and fled in a hurry.

Qing Ling put away the jade flute and said to himself apologetically, "Don't blame me......"

She carefully picked up the stunned kingfisher, stretched out her fingers and pressed hard between its abdomen, and a red pearl spat out from the bird's beak.

In the middle of the valley and the abyss, there is a kind of Wenzhi tree, the fruit of which has the effect of curing diseases and improving spiritual power. However, because of the steep environment in which it grows, it is not easy to pick. And this red-billed turtle bird, like to eat the stem fruit, plus it has the power of cold, after eating the fruit, it will form a danzhu in the abdomen, and its medicinal properties are also doubled.

Qing Ling used his spiritual power to awaken the turtle bird in his palm, and watched it flap its wings and rise into the air, before putting away the Danzhu and preparing to leave.

At this moment, a very low and faint sound of the flute sounded with a whimper.

In the vast night, the sound of the flute seemed to be in harmony with the situation, low as a murmur, ethereal and continuous, as if it was tempting to inquire about the flute that suddenly disappeared.

Qing Ling listened attentively for a moment, couldn't resist his curiosity, re-set a ban with the unicorn jade card, and then cast a stealth spell to cover the hiding place and move in the direction of the sound of the flute.

Although the prohibition of the unicorn jade card is easy to use, the play of the spell depends entirely on the individual's cultivation, once you meet someone whose spiritual power is higher than your own, any trick is in vain......

Qing Ling cautiously poked half of his head out from between the laurel branches.

Under a pear tree leaning against the cliff, a long white figure stood, its clothes fluttering slightly in the night breeze, lightly touching the petals that fell like snow for nine days.

Qing Ling was so frightened that his heels weakened, and he quickly squatted down and covered his head.

Isn't the master in Tang Ting, why did he come to Bichen Peak in the middle of the night?

Could it be ...... I found out my whereabouts early in the morning!

The earnest inquiry of Xiao Yin is clearly hinting that he takes the initiative to confess and strive for leniency!

She bit her fingers and sadly recalled the many past events of being severely punished by her master......

So far, I can only use a killer move!

Qing Ling crawled out from behind the bushes tragically, and said with a handful of snot and tears: "Master, Xiao Liu knows that he is wrong...... Actually, that, I—I'm not here to hang out, I'm here to find medicine for my junior brother! ”

The words came out of his mouth, and he was very annoyed. Isn't this tantamount to telling the master that he has insidiously and despicably injured his junior brother?

Forget it, just be a scoundrel to the end, "You can punish me if you want to, but don't punish me for copying piano scores!" Don't punish me for grounding! Don't let me be the sparring partner of the third senior brother! If you want to punish me...... No meat for three days! It's going to be three days......"

She bargained for a long time, but the sound of the flute never stopped.

Qing Linghu raised his head suspiciously,

Silly.

The person in front of him, with long black hair, hosta in a bun, and the rest of his hair hanging down, dancing with the wind.

Not a silver-haired master at all!

Qing Ling pounded his chest and feet in his mind, grabbed the ground with his head, and wanted to find a hole in the ground immediately and get into it immediately.

It seems that he usually does too few bad things, and occasionally acts as a traitor, but he is so weak that he can mistake a person in white clothes for a master......

She stood up in embarrassment and cleared her throat, "Ahem, that, I ......"

But the man didn't hear it, still lowered his eyes, and played the hole flute.

Qing Linghu stared at him suspiciously for a moment, and gradually reacted that he couldn't even see himself!

Spells, whether disguised or invisible, depend entirely on one's spiritual cultivation. Generally speaking, a person with a high level of cultivation can see through any obstacle at a glance to a person with a low level of cultivation. And those who cultivate lower than the other party can't see through it.

The person in front of him was, presumably, probably the Master's friend who had lived in the Bichen Pavilion. But since he is a friend of the master, how can he be weaker than himself in his cultivation?

Qing Ling came closer, stretched out his hand, and shook it in front of his eyes.

Sure enough, I can't see it!

Qing Ling was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but secretly ecstasy.

A day ago, she was still the weakest low-level disciple in this Chongwu Mountain, and she didn't expect to be upgraded from the penultimate to the third from the bottom in the blink of an eye!

Moreover, Luo Yao, whose spiritual power was obviously inferior to her, was able to break through the Xuantian Four Elephant Array.

I don't know if this person in front of me is slightly stronger or weaker than Luo Yao, but he is actually a friend of the master and a distinguished guest of Chongwu!

Extrapolating from this, in fact, his cultivation is not low! It's just that the disciples under Chongwu are too strong. If you get a ranking in the entire Eastern Continent, you might be able to squeeze into the top 20......

Qing Ling flew in reverie, smiled, and was full of longing for his future counterattack.

As if sensing something, the man suddenly stopped the sound of the flute and slowly raised his eyes.

His face is cold, revealing an indescribable dignity and elegance, not as beautiful as Luo Yao, almost demonic, but giving people a feeling of nobility and Qinghua.

The eyebrows are like ink paintings, the bridge of the nose is straight, and the fingers holding the purple jade pipe are white and slender.

But those dark eyes ...... I can't see the bottom, and the deep and dark is terrifying.

The smile on Qing Ling's face froze unconsciously, and he looked up at him in a daze.

She suddenly understood why she had mistaken this person for a master.

Like Mo Qian, he is also cold and cold, and involuntarily gives people a sense of oppression......

But the difference is that Mo Qian's coldness is a clear statement of arrogance that wants to reject people thousands of miles away.

And the Zhilan jade-like son in front of him exudes a reverence that makes people unconsciously feel awe.

He stood in front of Qing Ling, floating out of the dust, like a celestial, his eyes seemed to be fixed on her, but it seemed to pass through her soul and fall on the ethereal place.

The sound of the night breeze seemed to be hidden suddenly, and the surroundings suddenly became silent, and between the vast heaven and the earth, it seemed that only the two people who were silently looking at each other were left.

Qing Ling's heart was beating fast.

Knock knock, knock knock......

It's so strange, knowing that the other party can't see him, he is still scared to death......

Qing Ling swallowed his saliva, thinking with self-contempt, is it a thief with a weak heart? It's useless!

My heart was beating faster and faster, as if it was about to pop out of my chest......

She stomped her foot, turned and fled in a hurry.