003 The little demon in the temple, the king of Chi Qian Ba ??Duo
"The temple is small and the demons are strong, but the pond is shallow and there are many bastards." Wen Yi took out a golden bow from his storage bag and shot towards the window. "If you have the guts to peek at me, you will have to die to come back alive."
Arrow feathers broke out of the window, and there was a cry of surprise from outside the door, followed by the sound of fleeing footsteps.
She slowly opened the book and read it word for word.
There are many branches of the ruthless way, such as killing your husband to realize the way, being ruthless and loving oneself and cultivating oneself to enter the way, or entering the way by hanging on a thread while killing. It is extremely difficult to realize the way.
Wen Yi recalled the ruthless Taoist Immortal Lord he saw when he was crossing the tribulation.
"What he can do, I can do it too." Wen Yi's obsession with ascension is engraved in his bones and blood, "I will definitely enter the Tao with the ruthless killing sword, and kill a hundred people, a thousand people, ten thousand people, and countless people with my sword."
Can be cut!"
Kill three corpses, eliminate the six desires, and become an immortal!
After reading the introductory chapter, Wen Yi took out a fairy sword and pushed open the door.
The long road through Xiongguan is really like iron, but now we are crossing it from the beginning.
Then start with the most basic sword swing and understand the ruthless killing sword.
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"Young Master!" The disciple, covering his wound, endured the pain and knocked on Qingyao's door.
"Did you see where that bitch put the Spirit-Gathering Cauldron?"
Qingyao's furious voice came out, and she waved the door open, revealing a blue and purple face.
Because of her anger, Qingyao's face looked ferocious and terrifying.
The disciple entered and knelt at her feet, "This disciple is incompetent and has never found out where the seventh elder placed the Spirit Gathering Cauldron."
"Pah!" Qingyao took out the anger she received from Wen Yi on her disciple. She slapped her disciple hard and kicked him over angrily. "You can't do this little thing well. What kind of immortal are you?
Get out, get out of here!"
Mad!
Qingyao couldn't even figure out why she lost to Wen Yi.
"We must not let that bitch Wen Yi take away the Spirit-Gathering Cauldron. Otherwise, how can I explain to the elders?"
Qingyao originally thought that the Spirit Gathering Cauldron was in her pocket, so she planned to offer it to the elder. She was so proud of herself, but who knew that Wen Yi would appear halfway through.
To rob her of the treasures from the Tongshan Gate and make her unable to come to power and disgrace her, it would be unkind to not avenge her.
"Come here, bring me a pen and paper." Qingyao looked in the direction of Wen Yi bitterly, "Don't you admire your senior brother? You have to give it to me when my senior brother asks you."
Qingyao imitated Ling Yujun's handwriting with ease, and invited Wen Yi to meet her under the weeping crabapple tree in the back hill this evening.
After writing, she wiped off the ointment on her face.
The maid exclaimed, "Young Master, what will happen to your face if you don't apply medicine?"
"Why does Senior Brother Yao feel sorry for me? How can he remember Wen Yi's viciousness?" Qingyao walked to Ling Yujun's residence with the letter in her arms and handed the letter to his personal maid, "Be sure to deliver it to Wen Yi.
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The maid nodded and left.
Qingyao took a deep breath and pushed the door open, "Brother, my face hurts so much."
Mr. Ling Yu was sitting at the desk reading a book. His white robe made him look beautiful. He didn't even raise his head and said in a cold tone, "Why don't you use medicine when the swelling is like this?"
"It's all Wen Yi's fault. She was too cruel. My face hurts and my arms hurt." Senior brother has a cold temperament like everyone else. Qingyao is used to it. Tears welled up in her eyelashes. "I don't accept today's battle. She used her foxy charm."
It’s only this trick that makes me lose my mind.”
Wen Yi cultivates the path of love, and his sword skills are affectionate and have a charming power that can make him lose his mind for a short time.
"Losing means losing." Ling Yujun thought of Wen Yi's swordsmanship. Not to mention Qing Yao, even he was heart-beating and fascinated at that moment. This kind of vile and underhanded method was indeed despised.
Qingyao knew his temper, "The Juling Cauldron was taken away by Wen Yi. I don't know how to explain it to the elders. Senior brother, you will help me, right?"
"There is no rush about the Soul Gathering Cauldron." Ling Yujun put down the scroll and his cold and distant eyes fell on the forbidden area of Tongshan Gate. "I remember that there is a story about the ascension of the prince in Tongshan Gate. When I came here, I saw some murals painted on the walls.
, can you tell me more specifically?"
Qingyao was so happy that she kept not only the story, but also the fairy traces the prince had left in the Tongshan gate before his ascension, and revealed everything.
Lingyu Junzhuangruo listened unintentionally, and then gave her a bottle of medicine, "This medicine promotes blood circulation and removes blood stasis. You are the young master of Tongshan Sect and a disciple of Qingyun Sword Sect. You are wandering around with a swollen face."
Qingyao was overjoyed, took the medicine and left like a treasure, "I know that senior brother loves me the most, thank you very much, senior brother."
After she left, Ling Yujun's pale eyes flashed with a cold light of disgust, and he immediately used a spell to burn the chair where Qing Yao had sat and the tea sets that he had touched.
A flickering cold light appeared among the ashes of the tea set. Upon closer inspection, it was the fairy sword of Lord Ling Yu that Wen Yi had used.
The fairy sword was broken by him inch by inch and discarded like a worn shoe.
Qingyao, who returned to her room, took out a set of treasured clothes from her Qiankun bag, "Come here, find the ugliest and most despicable person in the sect. I will reward him with a fortune."
It's a pity that she got this set of clothes from her senior brother's maid with great difficulty and wasted it for tonight's plan.
After the maid brought the person, Qingyao asked him to wait under the weeping crabapple tree, "This is Xiaoyaosan. As soon as the person for the appointment arrives, you throw this thing in her face, and she will be burned with desire."
, unable to extricate yourself, soon you will become a master."
The disciple was overjoyed and took the clothes and medicine, "Thank you young master for the compliment."
After the disciple left, Qingyao vomited repeatedly, ugly, so ugly!
"Young Master." The maid held the spittoon, feeling distressed and puzzled, "You managed to get Ling Yujun's clothes with great difficulty. You hugged them to sleep day and night. It's a pity to give them away like this."
Qingyao slapped her hand heavily on the rosewood carved table, "What do you know? You are short-sighted. How can Wen Yi, a free-spirited slut, be worthy of the glorious senior brother? After tonight, her reputation will be ruined."
If she hadn't heard it with her own ears, it would be hard for her to believe that Wen Yi and her senior brother were actually engaged!
Wen Yi is dull in qualifications, shameless and shameless. He is a useless person without qualifications. In addition to his status that is not worthy of his name, he is not worthy of his senior brother.
Qingyao: "What is Wen Yi doing?"
"Back to Young Master, the Seventh Elder is practicing sword practice in the garden." The maid lowered her eyebrows and said.
"Are you practicing the Endless Sword of Affection that senior brother hates?" Strong sarcasm overflowed from Qingyao's eyebrows, "Go and invite senior brother to come to the garden to enjoy the flowers."
After a while, Qingyao and Lingyujun walked to the garden.
"Senior brother, the Seventh Elder is practicing swordsmanship. Do you want to go over and take a look?" Qingyao pretended to be naive, "I have never seen a happy and soft sentient sword."
Ling Yujun raised his eyes, looking at the slender and frail figure in his light eyes, his brows furrowed in displeasure, "Not interested."
The Ruthless Killing Sword was ruthless and decisive. No matter how much Wen Yi practiced the sword, she lacked the killing spirit. It was more than ruthless but not enough murderous. When she heard Qing Yao's voice, she frowned.
Seeing that Wen Yi aroused Jun Lingyu's disgust, Qingyao added fuel to the fire, "Senior brother, I heard that the Youqing Sword is as soft as if it has no bones. When killing people, it is always nestled in a man's arms..."
The words were not spoken yet.
I saw a flash of cold light in the air, and the fierce sword energy wrapped in spiritual power and shot towards Qingyao's head and face, full of murderous intent, pointed directly at her fragile neck.
Wen Yi's sudden attack left Qingyao with no time to react. Her face turned pale, her legs went weak, and she screamed repeatedly.
The sharp sword tip cut through Wen Yi's fragile skin. Wen Yi held the sword and wanted to cut Qing Yao's throat, but was blocked by another spiritual force and could not make any progress.
Lord Lingyu pushed Wen Yi back with a push, "Seventh Elder, enough is enough."
Wen Yi's eyes were cold, and the sword tip turned towards Ling Yujun's neck.
The two people's cultivation levels are very different. Wen Yi's eyes are as sharp as a knife, "What if I don't?"