All the female apprentices want to kill me Chapter 316: The disciple only has this body of flesh and blood, which is called the innate body of flesh and blood.
Chapter 316: The disciple only has this body of flesh and blood, which is called the innate body of flesh and blood.
In Xiao Ruoqing's rare tenderness, she allowed her to wait on him and put on his clothes.
The wound on his chest was still aching, and Su Bei couldn't help but smile bitterly. Who knew that this sword could hurt him so much? After all, it was the sword sect's most precious treasure, and it only opened a hole in his body to make him so weak.
"Master is always protective of others."
Xiao Ruoqing looked at Su Bei, bit her lip, and whispered to herself.
"It's the same no matter which life you live in. That's why my disciple never believed that the master would do such a thing."
"That's why my disciple hated the master so much."
"It's just that Zijun told his disciple that Master also has his own difficulties."
Xiao Ruoqing was standing next to Su Bei, bending her knees and wrapping her arms around her calves, resting her little head on her knees. A gentle smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, and her star-like eyes revealed
her memories.
Having said this, Xiao Ruoqing tilted her head, turned around, and looked at Su Bei's white hair.
The early morning light passed through the window paper, reflecting on her pair of pupils that were thinner than the mist at dawn. Those beautiful pupils were like the sun in a solar eclipse.
"So my disciple is just thinking."
"For Master, it must be a huge involuntary decision."
"Master?"
Su Bei came back to his senses, stared at Xiao Ruoqing's bright pupils, and opened his mouth, wanting to say something.
The reason why you can’t help yourself?
But I only know a few fragments of the memories of that life.
But when he heard Xiao Ruoqing looking at him, Su Bei responded gently:
"Um?"
Xiao Ruoqing jumped down from the brocade, then held the corner of her skirt with one small hand, and turned in a circle in front of Su Bei, with a gentle and delicate smile on her little face.
"In this life, master, please don't hide anything from your disciple."
"If there are any difficulties, if there is anything we can't help ourselves, we, master and disciple... we will bear it together."
"Ruoqing knows that her cultivation level is low and insignificant, and she is not yet capable of sharing anything for the master."
"My disciple only has this body of flesh and blood, which is called the innate body of flesh and blood."
"..."
Su Bei trembled subconsciously and looked at Xiao Ruoqing blankly. His throat trembled slightly and he felt an indescribable feeling filling his whole body.
Only this body of flesh and blood.
Xiao Ruoqing's face was still so beautiful. Vaguely, Su Bei seemed to see another her, the same face, filled with endless warmth, full of enthusiasm, and true love.
"As long as it's Master."
"As long as the master has a disciple in his heart."
"As long as the master never forgets his disciple."
"..."
Su Bei felt that his throat was a little choked, and his heart was beating more painfully than his pierced chest.
Guilty?
Were what I did in that life too selfish?
Do you just subconsciously feel that you have reached the end of time and can you redeem everyone once to offset the guilt in your heart?
But I have never thought about what they really need.
Perhaps what they look forward to most is just a promise from themselves, a humble promise from a master who has her in his heart and has never forgotten her.
In the final analysis, their hatred for themselves from beginning to end was not the sword that pierced their chests, but the ruthless betrayal that they had never explained to them?
"Ahem——"
Su Bei covered his mouth and coughed violently.
After he put his hand down again, a pool of black blood stuck to the center of his palm.
Xiao Ruoqing looked anxious. She quickly came to Su Bei's side, took out a silk handkerchief and carefully wiped the blood for him. She was so close that Su Bei could see the snow on her neck.
skin, you can smell her fragrance.
"Disciple."
Her gentle moment, in a daze, made Su Bei feel like that.
—Fuck secular etiquette.
"I promise you my master."
Su Bei stretched out his hand and put it through her silk handkerchief, then held Xiao Ruoqing's little hand and looked at her.
The long hair as delicate as black satin, the slender neck as white as jade, the graceful waist and hip curves and the floating skirt, the slender jade legs are inadvertently exposed.
Every detail is extremely beautiful, and the beautiful face that gradually turns to surprise due to shock adds a touch of elegance to this moment.
"So, disciple."
"Can you tell me a story about you, my teacher?"
"..."
Su Bei held her in his arms. There was only a piece of clothing between her convex body and his, but there was no distracting thought in Su Bei's heart, and his eyes were filled with tenderness.
"what story?"
Xiao Ruoqing raised her head and looked at Su Bei like this. The red lips were very close to Su Bei. So close that Su Bei could clearly see the delicate lines between her lips, and could see the sunlight shining through her ears.
Delicate fluff in a trance.
Her cheeks looked whiter in Su Bei's clear pupils, and her lips were red, like full plum petals. Su Bei looked at her for a while and said softly:
"My teacher wants to know everything about you."
"I want to completely retrieve all the memories between our master and disciple."
"I want to understand the unforgettable memory that belongs to us."
Xiao Ruoqing tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, looked at him tenderly, and slowly opened her mouth.
...
Jian Zong.
But I saw white clouds, gray dogs floating slowly, clouds opening and fog dispersing.
The crowd in the Sword Sect's Law Enforcement Hall was noisy, and everyone looked at each other in confusion at the female disciple standing in the middle with her hands behind her back.
Wenren Pingxin looked at her with a headache on his face. This was his junior brother's treasure. Now he had indeed made such a mistake. Although the reasoning was on her side, it was really too much to kill someone as soon as he took action.
boom--
The law enforcement hammer hit the table hard. The law enforcement elder's eyes widened and he looked at the silver-haired woman in the audience. He glanced at the Yuanmen elder sitting next to him and said loudly:
"Mo Li, do you know your guilt?"
Mo Li frowned, and glanced at the law enforcement elder with cold eyes, then glanced at Yuanmen's big head, and cold words floated out from between her teeth:
"This disciple is not guilty. I don't know what the law enforcement elder means by this."
The elder of Yuanmen who was sitting on it suddenly became angry and scolded in a cold voice:
"How dare you kill my direct disciple of Yuan Clan, are you still justified?"
"Elder Wenren, that Yingliu was our seed disciple of Yuanmen, and he was killed by your disciples of Sword Sect like this?"
"..."
Wenren Pingxin had no expression on his face. He opened his mouth and was about to say something when Mo Li in the audience said calmly:
"Is such a low-class guy being called a seed disciple by your sect?"
"With this kind of strength, do you dare to tease a female disciple of the Sword Sect?"
"It's better to die, so I won't waste your Yuanmen's resources."
"It's just waste piled up by all the resources."
The elder of Yuanmen was instantly furious. He stood up, pointed at Mo Li Leng and shouted:
"Be bold!"
"You're so young, so cruel and ruthless, how dare you speak so openly and talk back? How can you say anything here?"
"Elder Wenren, if Jian Zong doesn't give me Yuanmen an explanation today, this matter will not be over!"
Wenren Pingxin let out a long sigh and looked at Mo Li solemnly.
Jian Zong was reasonable in this matter, but it was just teasing. Ying Liu did not die, and Mo Li killed him. This matter was a big deal, and with Jian Zong's current overall strength level, compared to Yuan
The door is still a long way off.
Although he doesn't want to do this, he is still going to be imprisoned on the cliff for twenty years in accordance with the laws of the Sword Sect.
Just like this, Mo Li would not be able to participate in the next battle of Yuanying. Although Wen Renping felt vaguely in his heart that this was a trap specially set by Yuanmen for her, fearing that this woman who had gradually revealed her ferocious features would
The disciple excelled in the battle of Nascent Soul:
"Mo Li, you deliberately killed Yuanmen disciples. Although your intention was good, your attack was too harsh."
"I'll punish you..."
Mo Li closed his eyes, said nothing, and bit his red lips.
At this moment, a hurried figure burst in, dressed in a white shirt, with black hair hanging behind his shoulders. He glanced at the elders of Yuanmen, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he said leisurely:
"Su's disciple is right."
"He's just a rotten shrimp who can't stand on the stage. If he dies, he will die. Why do you expect Su's disciples to return their lives?"
"Is he worthy?"
The elders of Yuanmen were instantly furious. They slammed their palms on the table and shouted:
"Su Bei!"
"What did you say?"
Su Bei calmed down his breath, and after receiving the news, he returned to Jianzong without stopping, without adjusting his breath.
He glanced at the elders of Yuanmen indifferently, then surrounded the Jianzong crowd in a circle, and said:
"Su Mou is here today, and I will tell you clearly that Mo Li is not guilty. Su Mou was thinking, when did the Jian Zong fall to the point where someone straddled his neck and pulled him, and he didn't dare to say a word?"
"Since no one is willing to offend the Yuanmen with words, then Su will be the one who stands out."
"Elder Jiang, this matter is blamed on Mr. Su and has nothing to do with the Sword Sect, so what? Are you going to take this elder back to Yuanmen and interrogate him?"
Elder Jiang narrowed his eyes tightly and stared at Su Bei without saying a word.
"Elder Jiang, tell Su to speak frankly."
"Do you have the strength to bring this elder back to Yuanmen?"
Su Bei raised his brows slightly and said unhurriedly.
"snort!"
Elder Jiang smashed the low case in front of him to pieces with his big hands, turned around and left with a few Yuanmen disciples. Before leaving, he looked back at Su Bei and said indifferently:
"Elder Su?"
"I, Jiang, remember it."
"..."
The Law Enforcement Hall returned to calm once again, and everyone looked at each other in disbelief at the master and apprentice pair in the center of the stage.
Wen Renping bit her red lips tightly and said nothing.
Su Bei pulled Mo Li behind him, looked at Wen Renping and said heartily:
"Senior Sister, of course Junior Brother will punish Junior Brother's disciples, but I still hope that Senior Sister can be a little sharper when facing other sects."
"..."
Wenren Pingxin's eyelashes trembled, her mature cheeks changed slightly, and then a hint of bitterness appeared at the corner of her mouth, and she turned and left.
Su Bei turned to look at Mo Li, but his face darkened, and then he pulled her to the Swordless Peak without saying a word.
The breeze in the mountains was lingering, and the women looked at Su Bei nervously, consciously protecting Mo Li behind them.
But Mo Li pushed the two women away, walked forward, knelt on the ground, and said:
"My disciple did something wrong."
"Master, please punish me."
Su Bei waved his sleeves and snorted coldly:
"You know you were wrong?"
"You have never thought so in your heart."
"I can protect you for a moment, but can I protect you for a lifetime?"
"How many times have I told you to think twice before doing anything? Don't you know that this Yuanmen is deliberately watching you and setting a trap for you?"
Mo Li lowered his head and said nothing:
"Master, please punish me."
"Punishment? Must be punished!"
Seeing Su Bei's harsh words, Xiao Ruoqing's heart suddenly rose to her throat. She immediately stepped forward and nervously held Su Bei's hand, but hesitated to speak.
She also knew that if Mo Li's character was left unchecked, big problems would definitely occur, but at this time she was afraid that the master would not like her advice.
Li Zijun took a step forward and said softly:
"Master, please think twice before acting."
Su Bei instantly became angry and looked at the three disciples who were so united in front of him:
"Okay, how many of you have already learned how to force women to have a baby?"
Then his expression faded, he waved his big hand and said coldly:
"No one can dissuade me today."
He lowered his head and glanced at Mo Li, who was still kneeling on the ground without saying a word. He turned around and said:
"starting today."
"You will cook all the food in Bujianfeng, you will prune all the trees in Bujianfeng, you will clean the steps in Bujianfeng, and you will wash the clothes in Bujianfeng..."
As Su Bei's punishments were explained one by one, Xiao Ruoqing's eyes blinked and then became brighter and brighter, and a smile gradually appeared on her face.
"I Have a Picture Book of Ghosts and Gods"
Li Zijun pursed his thin lips lightly, unable to hold it back for a moment, and then burst into laughter like silver bells.
Su Bei was immediately furious, turned around and looked at the women fiercely, and said in a deep voice:
"Is it funny?"
Li Zijun immediately stood up straight, looked up at the sky, looked at the wild geese on Bujian Peak, and said seriously:
"Return to Master, it's not funny at all."
But the curve of her mouth revealed her true thoughts.
Su Bei waved his sleeves, looked at several disciples angrily, and kept muttering:
"My master has really committed an evil act by accepting a few of you evil disciples."
Then he disappeared into Bujian Peak with his hands behind his back.
Mo Li stood up, silently looked at the direction where Su Bei disappeared, and then turned back to look at his senior sisters.
The three of them looked at each other and then laughed.
Laughing forward and backward.
After a while, Xiao Ruoqing looked at Mo Li and said softly:
"Junior sister, do you know where Master came back from?"
Mo Li was stunned for a moment and shook his head.
"It's half a mile across the twenty-one states from Jian Zong."
Mo Li's pupils trembled slightly, and he pursed his red lips. His silver hair was fluttering in the wind, intertwined with a few rays of the setting sun.