A burst of aura, cool as water, enveloped his whole body. Cui Houqing is like being in the middle of the river and sea at the moment, the water is undulating, and it is difficult to breathe. There is water and light flowing in front of him, and the cold air around him hits people, just like Cui Houqing's heart is as cold as ice. For some reason, looking at the water in front of him, at that moment, he suddenly remembered that morning a long time ago, that accident took away the people closest to him, the drops of blood, the flying flies, the ordinary courtyard, and even the firewood and grass scattered in the courtyard were so clearly in front of him. He felt like he was buried in a sea of blood, the water in front of him slowly turned red, he struggled desperately, delusional to find his relatives but there was nothing to be done after all, and the pain was in his heart.

In the eyes of everyone in the audience, that figure was drowned in the waterlight, struggling desperately, drifting with the waves, and it was actually weak. Cui Houqing felt shivering from the cold, as if his whole body was about to freeze, and at the moment when he was about to freeze, the quiet corner of last night appeared in front of his eyes, and the pink figure was hugging his lover affectionately.

"Ah" Cui Houqing had a fire in his heart, he wanted to vomit but couldn't vomit, he roared, and the inexplicable pain was so intense that he bit his lip, and the red blood dripped gently.

If I die, will my sister shed tears for me? If I die, my sister may shed tears for me? At this moment, he was completely swallowed by the water!

There was a cheer from the audience, and the disciples of the Bishan Sect were all happy, and the cheers were mixed with whistles, which were so harsh.

Fall!

His eyes were bleeding and tearful, and he allowed himself to be devoured by madness, without the slightest resistance. A fiery and violent aura gushed out from within, shattering the cold outside the body, devouring the last trace of clarity, completely filling the whole body.

After a long time, everyone still didn't hear the sound of begging for mercy and admitting defeat in the light of Qing Shui, and it seemed that something was wrong, and the cheers gradually subsided, until there was no sound at all. Everyone's eyes were fixed on that light, thinking that that person would not be so weak, and he would lose the first round?

Suddenly, looking from the audience, the white and clear air suddenly flashed red, like an extremely sharp wooden stick, piercing the light of the clear water, and the bright red qi burst out, swallowing and dispersing the cyan light in an instant.

"Ah" shouted from Lu Chuan's mouth, and I saw him fall under the stands like a kite with a broken string as if he had been hit vigorously.

"You, hello....." before he could say anything, he was already out of breath.

The audience was silent for a moment, and I don't know who suddenly shouted: "What a poisonous technique, and you still say that you are a disciple of the Buddhism of Qinglong Temple?"

When everyone looked into the stands, no one said anything. I saw that Cui Houqing was completely black, the wooden stick in his hand was dazzling red, and the blood lines and veins on the stick were surging as if they were alive.

In this way, step by step, step by step, he mechanically walked towards the disciples under the stands. "Run, he's obsessed. I don't know who shouted, and everyone scattered in all directions. Cui Houqing didn't chase after him, but walked to the corpse that had already choked his breath, his face was hideous, and he said in a hoarse voice: "Who told you to laugh at me?" So he raised the wooden stick in his hand and smashed it against the crooked head, once, twice....... Until that head is blurred. The elder of the outer gate in the stands seemed to be stunned, and forgot to ring the bell for the end.

The breeze mixed with the fragrance of flowers refreshes people's hearts, just like the smell of the senior sister. Thinking of her senior sister, Cui Houqing's heart trembled, and she gradually became a little sober. He looked blankly at the corpse on the ground, then at the Sky Devourer in his hand, took a few steps back in fright, and hurriedly dropped the wooden stick in his hand to the ground. Devouring the sky detached from the palm of his hand, and the trace of cold breath in his body disappeared, and Cui Houqing came back to his senses. I don't know why in the past, Devouring Heaven was able to suppress the urge to kill in his body, but this time it was like a flame that ignited it, bringing himself to the abyss little by little.

Cui Houqing looked at all this blankly, and he didn't even know what he had done. All he remembered was the ridicule, which hurt him to the bone. Could this be the reason for killing him? Hou Qing let out a sigh of relief, and comforted himself in his heart: I really deserve it, who made you laugh at me? Cui Houqing looked up at the stands in the distance, where the water was leaking, and a large crowd was cheering. When he thought of his senior sister, he didn't care about anything else, so he turned around and ran towards another crowd.

The elder on the stage looked at Cui Houqing blankly, watching his expression change from dazed to shocked, and then return to his previous look, it took only a moment, and in this moment, the elder actually forgot to ring the end bell. It wasn't until Cui Houqing ran away that the elder rang the bell a few times as if he had just woken up from a dream to signal the end.

"Good!"

The applause was thunderous, Yi Zhen'er's whip shadow flew over, and a loud bang repelled Wang Lu's attack. Under the stands, it seemed to be another world, and everyone was shouting loudly, obsessed with the touch of the shadow on the stage.

Bundle the immortal rope and glow, and the halo of Wang Luxian's sword flowed, and the stage was projected as if it were a fairyland on earth. But even more beautiful is indeed the young men and women flying on the stage, flying up and down and shuttling back and forth, like a ballroom dance.

"It's good to be young, hehe" The desert monk looked at the two people on the stage and said with a smile. Master Yuru hummed and nodded slightly.

"Master, uncle!" Cui Houqing finally squeezed behind the desert, looking at the majestic figure and stumbling, as if he had made a big mistake. "Oh, you're back, don't be discouraged if you lose. Da Mo didn't look back, still staring at the stage with a smile.

"It's good that it's not hurt. Master Yuru said with a casual look. Cui Houqing originally wanted to tell the result to the desert, but for some reason there was no pain in his heart, and he swallowed the words that had not yet been spoken. In the end, I had to mutter, "I'm here to see Senior Sister." Then the three of them stopped talking and looked at the stage one after another. Cui Houqing saw Tian Ling'er through the gap in the crowd and looked at the audience after the game, and when he saw Cui Houqing, he smiled, he thought that his senior sister was greeting him, but he didn't expect that when he turned his head, he saw that familiar face.

"Lin Haoran!" Cui Houqing felt a pain in his heart for no reason. He saw a man and a woman on and off the stage looking at each other, and those two pairs of affectionate eyes couldn't penetrate a little gap.

Hearing the shout, Lin Haoran turned his head and said, "Cui Houqing, is it over so soon?" For some reason, Cui Houqing felt as cold as falling into an ice cave in his heart, and he said coldly: "Please call me Master Houqing in the future!", and then walked out of the crowd without looking back, walking towards a quiet and uninhabited place.

There were a few rustles behind him, and it was Lin Haoran who caught up. He grabbed Hou Qing's shoulder, pulled it suddenly, and said angrily: "Hou Qing, how did you become like this? We just met, I don't know how to offend you, you have become so indifferent?"

"So what?" Cui Houqing shouted sharply. Lin Haoran looked at his best playmate when he was a child unfamiliarly, and that roar deeply shocked him, he looked at each other blankly, and there was a faint fear in his heart, afraid of losing this best friend. But he didn't understand why he was slowly estranged, and the relationship between the two sides became cold. He slowly stretched out his hands and tentatively touched Houqing's shoulders, without resistance, proving that the relationship was far from reaching the point of breaking up. With tears in the corners of his eyes, he said softly, "Houqing, what's wrong with you? Do you know that I'm worried about you." Cui Houqing wiped the corners of his eyes, turned around sharply and said, "What are you worried about?

Hou Qing finished speaking, and then walked away without looking back.

"Houqing, I already know about your game, you are in the devil. Lin Haoran shouted hoarsely and loudly in the back, and the word "enchantment" echoed in the mountains for a long time, like a stone pressing on his heart, making him tremble in his heart.

He turned his head and stared at Lin Haoran, his eyes as if spewing fire. Lin Haoran said leisurely: "The elder has already reported the matter of your demonization, so you can do it yourself." The afternoon is the time for you and me to fight, we will break off here, you and I don't have to keep our hands!" Lin Haoran said blankly, his voice getting deeper and lower, and in the end, it seemed that the whole voice became hoarse. He turned around as if he had given up everything, and kept walking towards the crowd.

Cui Houqing turned his head and walked towards the sea of clouds again, for some reason tears poured in like a raging tide, and he couldn't stop it. His eyes blurred, and he went from silent to sobbing, and finally crouched down and wept.

"Hey!" a sigh sounded from beside him, and at some point, Old Man Zhong's transparent body appeared in front of him. "What is the situation in the world?" Old Man Zhong sighed again for no reason.

"Don't worry, no one can see me. Looking at Cui Houqing's somewhat worried eyes, Old Man Zhong patted his chest and reassured.

After Old Man Zhong's distraction, Hou Qing's mood became a little better, and at least he stopped sobbing. Hou Qing changed his decadent look at that time, and flatly denied it: "What is the situation? What are you talking about? I am a monk, and you are humiliating me like this." ”

"Really?"

"Isn't it?"

"Really?"

"Isn't it?"

"Hehehehehe......."

......

An old man and a young man walked slowly along the path in the woods towards a no-man's land, and in the eyes of others, only Cui Houqing was there talking to himself, crying and laughing with his expression.

On the edge of the cliff, above the sea of clouds, Cui Houqing found a quiet place again, and then sat on the ground, looking blankly at the sea of clouds surging in front of him, and his heart was empty for a while. Old man Zhong watched the sunset with him, and didn't say a word in a funny way.

"When" a bell sounded, a few fluttering edges flew up in the mountains and forests, and a few fluttering edges fell. "The cicada noise forest is quiet, and the birdsong mountain is more secluded. Old man Zhong slowly recited this sentence, and then suddenly disappeared with a pop.

"Old man Zhong......" Hou Qing turned his head and stopped talking. I don't know when a shadow behind him stood quietly not far away, and it was Wang Wenqing who came behind him at some point. Cui Houqing said in his heart, no wonder the old man Zhong didn't say goodbye, but he was bumped into by someone with a heart.

Cui Houqing turned around and looked ahead like this.

The two of you look at me, I look at you, just look at each other silently!

Ahem! Wang Wenqing coughed lightly, breaking the awkward silence.

"You...... Who are you talking to?" her cheeks showed a hint of shame.

"I ...... I...... I'm talking to myself!" Cui Houqing's movements became a little unnatural.

"I heard that you have won again! Congratulations!" Wang Wenqing's eyes were a little hazy, as if he had something to say! For some reason, in Cui Houqing's opinion, it was like a hibiscus out of the water, pitiful!