Chapter 3 Killing intention

Walking out of the house, Wen Min saw Lu Xueqi standing aside, so she walked over and said, "Sister, are you going back now?"

Lu Xueqi shook her head slightly and said, "Since I'm out, I want to walk around, and I always feel bored sitting in the room."

Wen Min nodded and said, "That's right. Then be careful yourself. I'll go back first."

Lu Xueqi nodded slightly and said, "Yes, sister, take your time."

Wen Min smiled and turned around and left. Watching her figure gradually disappear into the bamboo forest, Lu Xueqi stood still and was silent for a moment, but for a moment she didn't know where to go, so she walked away.

The bamboo forest is deep, and it is green everywhere. There is a mountain wind blowing high, and the tops of the bamboo branches are swaying with the wind, making a rustling sound.

On the slightly moist land, the new buds break through the ground. From time to time, you can see the pointed head of bamboo shoots poking out of the ground, full of vitality.

In the distance, where the bamboo branches are dense, there is a crisp sound of birds, and even the surrounding air is floating with a unique fragrance of bamboo. Lu Xueqi inhaled deeply. There is no vulgar atmosphere here. It has always been the favorite of these monks, and it is also the reason that every monk is far away from the world.

It's just that the body is far away from the world, but the dusty mood seems to have never left half of it.

She stepped on the lotus step like this and walked away. Unconsciously, Lu Xueqi suddenly realized that she had come to the back mountain again. She smiled bitterly. Although she did not expect to come here today, she may have come a lot on weekdays, and these feet actually walked by themselves.

However, since it came, Lu Xueqi did not look back and continued to walk slowly towards the mountain. The stone class went up layer by layer, and not far away was the secluded place on the Xiaozhu Peak to look at the platform.

At this time, it was daytime. In addition, Master Shuiyue was in a bad mood recently, and no one came to this remote place, and the surroundings were more quiet. Fortunately, Lu Xueqi had always been used to this tranquility, so she walked up by herself. She was very familiar with the grass, trees, rocks and rocks here.

Unexpectedly, she just stepped on the platform, but she was stunned. In front of the platform, there was a figure standing alone, standing alone, and her robe was hunted and danced by the mountain wind. Looking at the back, she was very familiar. It was Master Shuiyue, the master that Wen Min could not find.

Lu Xueqi was stunned. She walked up to the sky, saluted Master Shuiyue, and said, "Master."

Master Shuiyue shook his body. It seemed that he found someone behind him. He turned around and looked at Lu Xueqi. He nodded and said, "It's Xueqi."

Lu Xueqi looked at Master Shuiyue and saw that the teacher's face was slightly pale and still sad, but at this moment, more of them were lonely.

She was worried and said, "Master, it's windy here. Take care of yourself."

Master Shuiyue smiled and said, "You usually stand here all day, and I haven't seen anything to you. Although my old bone is not as weak as you young people, I can't help but be weak."

Lu Xueqi was shocked and quickly said, "Master, disciple didn't mean that. I'm..."

Master Shuiyue waved his hand a little tiredly, with a faint bitter smile on the corners of his mouth, and said, "I know, you don't have to explain."

Lu Xueqi stood silently beside Master Shuiyue, but she didn't know what to say for a moment.

And Master Shuiyue didn't seem to have the intention to speak, and both the master and apprentice were silent for a moment.

I don't know how long it took, Master Shuiyue looked into the distance and suddenly said, "Do you think the scenery of this platform is beautiful?"

Lu Xueqi was stunned for a moment. I don't know why Master Shuiyue suddenly asked so, but she still answered the master honestly, "As the saying goes, the scenery is often in the dangerous peak. The dangerous rocks here are abrupt, and the lonely cliff is hanging in the air. From the top, the sea of clouds is like waves, and

Master Shuiyue nodded slightly, his eyes were slightly blurred, and he said slowly, "In fact, many years ago, when your Uncle Su Ru was still practicing on Xiaozhu Peak, he was the same as you. He loved the scenery here the most, and often sneaked here to play alone."

Lu Xueqi was stunned and looked up at Master Shuiyue. Master Shuiyue sighed gently and said, "My sister Su and I grew up together since we were young. I was just a year earlier than her. When we were young, we ate at the same table and slept in the same bed. We were really like sisters. She is usually more lively than me, but she loves one person to sneak here. When she was wronged, she also came to this platform, and she was sulky.

When Master Shuiyue said this, the corners of his mouth moved, as if he remembered some of the past events in those years, with a little smile, but before the smile came out, it was replaced by the deeper confusion and vicissitudes of his face.

"But... she hasn't been here since she got married."

Lu Xueqi listened to Master Shuiyue's words silently and whispered, "Master, didn't you feel happy that Uncle Su married Uncle Tian of Dazhufeng?"

Master Shuiyue was stunned for a moment, then shook his head slightly, sighed, and said, "Although Tian Buyi has a bad temper and is a little grumpy, he is a good couple. It is her blessing and her vision that Uncle Su married him."

When Lu Xueqi heard this, she was really a little surprised. In the past, everyone knew that Master Shuiyue didn't like Tian Buyi, but unexpectedly, she looked like this in her heart. At that moment, she couldn't help asking, "Then you used to be like Uncle Tian..." Halfway through the words, she suddenly stopped.

Master Shuiyue smiled and said, "You still frowned and said coldly to him, didn't you?"

Lu Xueqi blushed and said, "I dare not think so."

Master Shuiyue said lightly, "That's what I usually do to him. It's not a taboo. There's nothing to worry about. However, although I can't get along with Tian Buyi, to be honest, he is still a good person. In our Qingyunmen, there are few people who can compare with him.

Speaking of this, Master Shuiyue seemed to suddenly think of something. He frowned slightly and said, "The eldest disciple under Tian Buyi is called Song Dayen, right?"

Lu Xueqi nodded, but she didn't know why Master Shuiyue suddenly asked Song Daren and said, "Exactly, now Brother Song has taken over the first position of Dazhufeng. Master, why did you suddenly think of Brother Song?

Master Shuiyue was silent for a long time and said, "Is your sister Wenmin flirting with this Song Dayen?"

Lu Xueqi was shocked and didn't know what to say for a moment. Wen Min and Song Daren are affectionate to each other. Most of them know that the sisters on Xiaozhufeng usually make fun of Wen Min about this matter, but Tian Buyi once went up the mountain to ask for marriage for Song Daren, but he was rejected by Master Shuiyue, which made Wenmin sad in private and unhappy for a long time. At present, she was suddenly asked by Master Shuiyue. Lu Xueqi turned her mind, but she didn't know whether to say it directly or hide more for Sister Wenmin.

What kind of experience Master Shuiyue was. Looking at Lu Xueqi's hesitation, most of them saw it, shook his head and sighed deeply.

Lu Xueqi couldn't help but feel a little anxious. Her relationship with Wen Min was excellent. Although her own relationship was not smooth, she hoped that this senior sister, who had been taking care of her since childhood, could have a good home. At present, she still summoned up the courage and said, "Master, in fact, Sister Wenmin..."

Without saying a few words, he only heard Master Shuiyue say lightly, "That's it, that's all. Let's get married to Wen Min one day."

Lu Xueqi was stunned for a moment and could hardly believe her ears. Master Shuiyue took a look at her, smiled and said, "What's the matter, have you disciples always thought that I am an old and stubborn, and refuse to become a good thing for the disciples?"

Lu Xueqi was so happy for Wen Min that she quickly smiled and said, "Master, what are you talking about? Disciples dare to think so.

I'll thank you for Sister Wenmin first!"

Master Shuiyue looked at Lu Xueqi's rare sincere smile. The corners of his mouth moved, but he sighed softly. He turned around and stood with his hands behind his back, looking silently at the distant sea of clouds.

Lu Xueqi was happy. Seeing that Master Shuiyue looked different, she said cautiously, "Master, why did you suddenly think of this?"

Master Shuiyue was silent for a moment and asked without answering, "Xue Qi, you also followed me to Dazhufeng. What do you think of the death of your Uncle Su?"

Lu Xueqi looked solemn, meditated for a moment, and said solemnly, "I thought that Uncle Su and Uncle Tian were deeply in love, and they followed them, but they didn't see any pain."

"Yes." Master Shuiyue sighed gently and was stunned. After a long time, he said, "I don't want you to be disturbed by love and delay your practice, but what will happen in the end of this practice?"

Lu Xueqi didn't know what Master Shuiyue meant and didn't dare to interface for a moment. Master Shuiyue said slowly, "When Changsheng said, he is still hailistic and practiced hard for a lifetime, but after hundreds of years of wasted, your uncle Su will walk a hundred years of Taoism and life as if he were nothing. This determined vision really doesn't know how much better than me."

Lu Xueqi suddenly felt sad and shouted, "Master..."

"I practice for a lifetime, practice for a lifetime, I can practice the Tao, but I can't practice human nature. What's the pain?" Master Shuiyue sighed and said lightly, "Actually, what is Tao? What is Tao? I have practiced it for a lifetime, but to this day, it is really a little vague."

Lu Xueqi stood aside and dared not speak. Master Shuiyue stood silently, stayed for half a salary, and suddenly shook his head. It seemed that he didn't want to think about it anymore. He turned around and transported it to the bottom of the mountain. Lu Xueqi looked at her back and shouted, "Master, where are you going?"

Master Shuiyue paused and said, "I have made up my mind about Wen Min. You can go and talk to her. But..."

Her voice paused, but she turned around again, with a little more pity on her face. She looked at Lu Xueqi and said, "It's you, Xueqi, have you ever thought about yourself?"

Lu Xueqi was stunned and said, "What?" Then he understood, turned pale, slowly showed a helpless smile, and whispered, "Master, my disciple's life is not good, I dare not delusional."

Master Shuiyue stared at his beautiful and unparalleled disciple. He saw that she was in white and floated, and there was more dusty, but I don't know how much sadness in her face had accumulated.

Master Shuiyue suddenly felt a burst of heartache for no reason and called out, "Xueqi."

Lu Xueqi looked up and looked at Master Shuiyue. She only heard Master Shuiyue say lightly, "Xueqi, your journey is hard, but you don't want to look back. Master can't say anything to you. It's just that you and I are apprentices, and I don't want to see you like this. If there is a turning point in the future, I will bear the rules here in Qingyunmen. You don't have to worry about it. Lu Xueqi's body was shocked and she couldn't help shouting, "Master..." But she didn't know what to say for a moment.

Master Shuiyue smiled at her, but sighed again. He turned around and left. Soon, her figure disappeared under the rock steps of the mountain. Only in the mountain wind, her whispered faintly: "Ask the world, what is love..."

Lu Xueqi stood where she was. She was confused for a moment. She was sad and soft-hearted, but she still couldn't think of any result. Only when she was in a trance, she suddenly thought: Not long ago, in the abandoned Yizhuang outside the city of Heyang, Tian Buyi seemed to have said similar words to her.

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Fox Qishan, Ghost King Sect.

A beautiful figure appeared in the mountain corridor where the General Hall of the Ghost King Zong was located. Unlike all the gray and dull things around, when the figure moved, it seemed to be shining with dazzling light, bringing a touch of color to the depressing atmosphere here.

From time to time, the disciples of the Ghost King Sect passed by, and almost no one was not attracted to her, but the woman's eyes swept across, but they all walked away quickly, as if she did not dare to have more contact with her. Even in this Ghost King, it seems that she is a special existence.

And she is also really special. Her eyebrows are picturesque and charming. Although she is a little less charming than the nine-tailed fox Xiaobai, she is a little softer. However, even so, as she used to be the wonderful son of the Hehuan School, Jin Ping'er now stands generously in the realm of the ghost king sect, which still

Jin Ping'er obviously doesn't care about the eyes of the people around her. For her, she seems to be used to being noticed by everyone for a long time. At the end of the beast and demon catastrophe, in the hundreds of thousands of mountains in southern Xinjiang, she finally got out of trouble and returned to Middle-earth. No one knew the twists and turns, and she didn't talk about it to anyone.

At this moment, she has only one direction, and the ghost king wants to summon her.

After another intersection, the corridor in front of him was divided into two left and right. Jin Ping'er stopped and looked at the passage on the left. His eyes seemed to be a little savory, and then disappeared and walked towards the passage on the right.

The sudden strange earthquake a long time ago, the damage caused to the Ghost King Sect can still be seen everywhere. On the rock wall of the mountain, there are many large or small cracks that can be seen from time to time, and in this well-ventilated corridor, there is still a faint smell of blood floating, lingering.

Jin Ping'er naturally felt this faint and bloody smell, but she was surprised, but her face did not show it. At this moment, her status in the Ghost King Sect was not as good as before, and naturally she would not mind her own business. She was secretly surprised by this. With her knowledge and experience, she could naturally feel that the blood was very strange.

Between these thoughts, she had walked along the passage to the room where the ghost king was. She stopped and was about to ask someone to report. Suddenly, the stone door rumbled open in front of her, and the ghost king laughed from the room and said, "Is it a bottle? Come in quickly."

Jin Ping'er was secretly surprised, but a smile piled up on her face and said, "Yes." With that, he walked in.

The stone room is spacious and bright. Although the decoration is not luxurious, it is also dignified. The ghost king is sitting behind a table, with a large piece of white paper in front of him and the four treasures of the study next to him. It seems that he is practicing calligraphy.

Jin Ping'er looked at the ghost king and said with a smile, "The suzerain is so interested today. How can he think of writing?"

The ghost king looked up at the golden bottle and smiled slightly. The golden bottle suddenly smiled stiffly. Unexpectedly, he felt that the ghost king's eyes were faint like two sharp blades. Looking at him, his eyes were faintly tingling.

Fortunately, the ghost king quickly took his eyes back and still looked at the white paper of his men. At the same time, he waved his hand and said, "Come and see, how is my handwriting?"

Jin Ping'er was secretly surprised. In the past, when she got along with the ghost king, she had never felt this way. How come in just a short time, the ghost king's Taoist skills seemed to be as refined as thousands of miles a day?

But after all, she is not that kind of shallow person. She thought to herself, but a smile piled up on her face. She walked over and brought a gust of fragrance. She smiled and said, "I'm a layman who knows nothing about writing. The king asked me to see it. It's really difficult for me."

The ghost king smiled and didn't answer. He put his way. Jin Ping'er stood at the table and looked at the white paper on the table. He saw what came into his eyes. On such a large piece of white paper, he suddenly wrote a big word:

Kill!

Every stroke of this word is like an iron painting and a silver hook. It is extremely hard. It seems to come out through the paper. There is no correct atmosphere of regular script, nor is it like cursive writing. It is free of mind, and a sense of killing is rolling in.

Jin Ping'er was shocked and seemed to feel a cold look around him, but the ghost king's kind laughter came to his ear, saying, "Jian'er, how do you think this handwriting is?"

Jin Ping'er's face was full of smiles, like a spring breeze, and the room was full of spring. She smiled and said, "The word Zongwang is really beautiful. I have been practicing for ten years and have also written such words."

The ghost king looked at the golden bottle faintly. Under his eyes, a faint chill oozed out of his heart, but the smile on her face was still unabated. Until she felt that the muscles on her face were a little sore because of keeping a smile, the ghost king suddenly looked away.

Jin Ping'er was secretly relieved, and at the same time, he was secretly shocked. When he came back this time, the ghost king was completely different from the previous days, - the spirit of killing was like a huge wave, forced to come, and looking at the appearance of the ghost king, he himself did not seem to cover up at all.

This is very different from his usual style. Has anything happened these days?

Jin Ping'er thought to herself, and the ghost king over there had already said, "Taoist priest, why don't you come and have a look at the word I wrote?"

Jin Ping'er's heart was shocked again. He turned around and looked at it in astonishment. It turned out that in the corner of the stone room, there was still a man standing in the Taoist robe, with an awe-inspiring face. Jin Ping'er's mind turned sharply, and he was a little surprised. After entering the stone room, although he was shocked by the strange murderous spirit of the ghost king for a while and was seized by God, it seemed that this person could not be underestimated by standing aside without finding it for himself.

The man slowly came up and looked at the words on the white paper on the table for a while. After a long time, he said, "Good words."

The ghost king's eyes were still cold, but he still smiled and said, "Where is the good thing?"

The man said, "The good thing is that this word complements the trend of the calligraphy and the meaning of the word. The word has a murderous intention, and the word comes out. It's rare, rare!"

The ghost king stared at the Taoist. The Taoist looked unchanged. He slowly stepped back and stood three feet away from the golden bottle. The ghost king suddenly laughed out loud and said, "Well said, well said, what the Taoist priest said won my heart." The man bowed his head slightly and thanked him.

Jin Ping'er couldn't help looking at the Taoist man, and only heard the ghost king say, "Ping'er, let me introduce you. This is the worship of my clan, the Taoist priest of Cangsong."

The whole bottle raised its eyebrows, and the sharp color in his eyes flashed by. Then he looked at the pine with a smile and said with a smile, "Long time, long time--"

The Taoist of Cangsong nodded to the golden bottle. At this time, the ghost king said again, "Plint, this time I call you back because our holy religion will have a rare event for thousands of years, and I want you to help me." Jin Ping'er smiled and said, "The suzerain just orders, and the bottle will definitely go all out."

The ghost king smiled and said, "I have roughly explained the specific announcement to the Taoist priest Cangsong. You will know that although this matter is not urgent for a while, you still need to hurry up. You can go down and discuss it first." Jin Ping'er nodded, saluted the ghost king at the same time as the Cangsong Taoist, and retreated.

The stone door slowly closed, and the two walked side by side in the passage without saying anything for a moment. Only when the road passed the fork just now, Jin Ping'er couldn't help looking at the road on the left.

At this time, the voice of the Cangsong Taoist suddenly came to his ear: "The deputy patriarch of Gui Li has left Huqi Mountain for many days, and he is still coming back."

Jin Ping'er frowned, and his eyes also chilled. He turned to the Taoist priest Cangsong, but the Taoist priest turned a blind eye to it. After saying this sentence, he walked forward by himself.

After a while, the whole bottle slowly appeared with a little mysterious smile. He sneered and followed him.