A life of clearness

Chapter 64 Daozi
Dugu Zhi didn't realize anything when he heard it, but Zhong Xiu suddenly reacted when he heard the words "Liuguang Sword Sect".

Yes, at that time, the master had announced his master's sect, which must be a very great and large sect. And the visitor was the master's nephew, so he should be able to rest assured.

"Come in." Zhong Xiu answered subconsciously.

"No." Dugu Zhi had a lot of thoughts in his mind. As soon as he heard Zhong Xiu say please come in, he raised an objection. How could he let down his guard just because of the polite attitude of the visitor?

If he is said to be a nephew, then he is a nephew? If he is a nephew, then what kind of relationship is there between them? In short, it is not right to let someone in rashly, a million times not right.

But Dugu Zhi's opposition was of no use.

The person whom Yuan was asking about was only Zhong Xiu.

The door was slowly pushed open...

If it were a cultivator, he would be greatly surprised. This quiet room looks ordinary, but it is protected by many restrictions. Since Rong Qing wants to protect her own body from threats, the quiet rooms she rents are all of high quality if she has enough spirit stones. Without the key to unlock the restrictions, even a cultivator who is proficient in restrictions will have to work very hard.

However, the two people who were still awake in the room were both mortals. They could not see the restrictions at all, nor did they understand the meaning behind this action. And Chu Yuan pushed the door open too easily... so easily that it seemed as if he had just pushed the door open.

Chu Yuan walked in. Dugu Zhi saw the outer coat that the slender young man was wearing, and knew that what he said was Rong Qing's nephew was true. Because the outer coat looked almost exactly the same as the one Rong Qing wore. Both were white with black embroidery, and the contrast of black and white was so hot that it hurt people's eyes.

He didn't look like a guest. Zhong Xiu and Du Gu Zhi both subconsciously held their breath as they watched him approach. The boy's hood only revealed the lower half of his face, but his soft lips, pointed chin, and handsome facial features all spoke of his flawless appearance. When such a person approached, both Zhong Xiu and Du Gu Zhi instinctively realized how embarrassed they were.

Chu Yuan walked very calmly and came to Rong Qing's side. Only then did he take off his hood.

Indeed, it is a rare good-looking appearance in the world.

His facial features are exquisite and beautiful. However, he does not look feminine at all, just because... Chu Yuan has too much temperament. Everyone who sees Chu Yuan first sees Chu Yuan, and then his unique beauty. He has a pair of narrow and long phoenix eyes, but his eyes are very cold. There is even a deep red teardrop mole at the end of his left eye, as if he is destined to be doomed by love.

Others may not know, but Rong Qing knows very well that for these cultivators who follow the ruthless sword path, the so-called love is nothing but a spider silk that can be easily brushed away.

Chu Yuan lowered his head, put two fingers together and pressed them on Rong Qing's neck.

Her heartbeat was beating under his fingertips, and warm blood was flowing. Chu Yuan's eyes were calm, and his spiritual power turned into a thread, which quickly passed through the place where the two of them touched, and explored Rong Qing's meridians.

Seeing this, even Dugu Zhi could only suppress his doubts and quietly watch Chu Yuan examine Rong Qing in the way of a cultivator.

But... why did he have such a strange intuition in his heart? Dugu Zhi's eyes flashed. He couldn't tell what was wrong with this strange feeling. Obviously, one was the uncle and the other was the nephew, and under the observation of him and Zhong Xiu, there was no ambiguity. But.

Dugu Zhi's eyes suddenly widened, "Yes," his mind raced, "This person came at the right time, as if he knew that he would be needed here and at this time. And he only asked Zhong Xiu, could it be that he knew about Yu Rong and Zhong Xiu? What is his relationship with Yu Rong that he could know about this?" Once a question popped up, many doubts would arise one after another like mushrooms.

Zhong Xiu, who was beside Dugu Zhi, sat quietly on the edge of Rong Qing's wooden couch. She was never able to help. And... Zhong Xiu glanced at Chu Yuan obscurely. She was attracted by Chu Yuan's beauty, but a sense of vigilance and hostility for no reason occupied her heart. This vigilance appeared to her, even she felt ashamed, but she couldn't suppress it.

"Don't think too much." Zhong Xiu warned himself. "Now, just think that my husband is safe."

The next moment, his move was completely ruined.

It was because Chu Yuan withdrew the fingers that were pressing on Rong Qing's neck, but did not leave. Instead, he pinched Rong Qing's chin, lifted her pale face, and leaned over to press his forehead against hers.

"You!" Zhong Xiu stood up, but was stopped by Dugu Zhi.

Dugu Zhi gestured to her to look carefully at the changes on Rong Qing's face.

The snow-white mask loomed on Rong Qing's face. It turned out that Rong Qing's abnormal complexion was due to this.

Since Concubine Ji was sure that Rong Qing was not dead, and she had obtained Rong Qing's flesh, blood, flying sword and other things, there were naturally many ways to trace this mask back to her original body. Rong Qing had not woken up yet, precisely to resist this power.

The fall of the robe clone actually had some impact on her. Moreover, the attack from Concubine Ji was quite strange, causing Rong Qing's sea of ​​consciousness to shake continuously.

Now, with the tracing magic performed by Concubine Ji, Rong Qing's situation has become even worse.

Chu Yuan's face was almost completely pressed against Rong Qing's. When he lowered his eyes, his long feathery eyelashes were like falling butterflies, casting arc-shaped shadows that intersected with Rong Qing's eyelashes. As for her soft, thin lips, if he got any closer, they would be touching.

No wonder Zhong Xiu was unhappy. After all, for a master-disciple relationship, the gesture was too intimate. Dugu Zhi sighed in his heart. But they were just "outsiders" after all. If they couldn't help, at least they couldn't get involved, right?

Dugu Zhi was right. A battle between high-level cultivators had already begun when Chu Yuan's will descended into Rong Qing's sea of ​​consciousness.

Rong Qing's sea of ​​consciousness did not reject Chu Yuan's entry. Or rather, Chu Yuan came at the right time.

At that time, her sea of ​​consciousness had been completely dominated by the strange power of the underworld, leaving only the spiritual platform that she firmly guarded.

After the prohibition failed to counterattack the magic that was traced back, Rong Qing did not hesitate and retracted all her strength to guard her own spiritual platform. This is the most important place. Because if the spiritual platform is destroyed, the will and consciousness will disappear.

Princess Ji obviously understood this. The strange power of the magic was like the sea, ready to overturn the spiritual platform with only one layer of the tower foundation at any time. Or, letting Rong Qing despair and slowly wear down her will was also in line with Princess Ji's usual way of dealing with enemies.

Rong Qing understood this idea, and when she noticed Chu Yuan coming, she didn't even feel embarrassed, but was relieved. No matter what, Chu Yuan would not harm her. Although this idea was a little ridiculous for a cultivator, Rong Qing knew that at least it wouldn't happen now.

that's enough.

Chu Yuan's will took on a human form, identical to his appearance, except that his face was not clear.

No one knew how he did it, but after he stretched out his hand, this strange power gathered in his palm, so fast that a pure white mask was formed in his hand in an instant. In Wuwang Mountain, the face of Concubine Ji, who was sitting cross-legged, turned pale, and she suddenly opened her red lips and spat out a mouthful of blood.

How long has it been? How long has it been since she was last injured? Concubine Ji's eyes were cold. The injuries of the Nascent Soul cultivators behind her were more serious, and their auras instantly weakened.

Princess Ji stared at the flesh and blood left by Rong Qing on the jade plate. After the spell was cast, it had turned into a more disgusting purple-black thing.

"Who are you?" Rong Qing still had some consciousness of Concubine Ji in her sea of ​​consciousness, but it would soon dissipate.

"Exorcise the abyss."

This name was not unfamiliar to Concubine Ji. After all, the Daozi Ceremony was extremely grand and glorious.

"You dare to hurt me..." Concubine Ji gritted her teeth, "Even your master, Sword Master Ji Ming, has never hurt me!"

However, Concubine Ji was destined not to hear the answer. The consciousness that had become rootless water soon disappeared completely in Rong Qing's sea of ​​consciousness.

The delicate body of Concubine Ji suddenly froze, and she burst into anger at the frightened look of the Nascent Soul cultivator behind her.

Masks appeared on the faces of these Nascent Soul cultivators, replacing their original appearances, or perhaps... the masks were already their real faces. The masks showed lifelike expressions of pain, which were terrifying to look at.

"What is the connection between Concubine Ji and Sword Master Ji Ming?" This was the first thing Rong Qing said when she woke up. She had long been puzzled about this matter.

However, when her lips moved, they just happened to touch Chu Yuan's... Rong Qing frowned, realizing that the two were too close, and leaned back a little. At the same time, Chu Yuan also let go of his hand, stood up and stepped back a few steps.

Dugu Zhi looked at the two people who kept their distance, and always had a sense of absurdity that they were trying to hide something. He glanced at Zhong Xiu carefully. As expected, Zhong Xiu's face was solemn.

"There is no connection between them. Only Concubine Ji and you have a connection."

What kind of relationship can I have with that woman? Rong Qing opened her eyes wide, expressing her doubt. But when she saw Chu Yuan stopped talking, she said disappointedly, "Can't tell again?...Okay." She waved her hand.

"Anything else you can say?" Although Rong Qing was deeply afraid of the divination ability of the sword masters and their disciples, now that she had enjoyed the benefits, she became somewhat curious about the future that had been predicted.

"This thing still has some value." Chu Yuan lowered his eyes, his left hand palm facing up, and a pure white mask slowly emerged.

Rong Qing subconsciously felt disgusted, but soon, she took a deep breath and took it in her hand. "This thing is really very strange." It looks too much like a living thing. The pulse, the temperature, it's like a real face.

"Here are some spirit stones and healing pills." Chu Yuan took out a storage bag and a jade bottle. In the transparent bottle, a small emerald green pill was suspended. "Wait until the damage to your soul is completely healed, then study this thing."

"Okay." Rong Qing nodded, having understood the warning in Chu Yuan's words. "After the trip to Wuwang Mountain, I was planning to conserve my energy for the Kaitian event..." At this point, Rong Qing suddenly remembered something, "Among the Kaitian candidates, are there any who match my spiritual roots?"

The ten days mentioned by the inspector have not arrived yet, but it will be too late to think of a solution after the quota is announced.

"Yes." Chu Yuan nodded. "What belongs to you belongs only to you."

This statement seemed to have a profound meaning. Rong Qing forced a smile.

Chu Yuan saw the tiredness in Rong Qing's eyes and didn't stop. After all, although Rong Qing's body was not damaged, her sea of ​​consciousness was damaged, and her mind was exhausted in a short period of time. These all need to be slowly recuperated. Chu Yuan told Rong Qing the result of the quota in advance so that she could concentrate on nurturing her soul.

"Since he is your nephew, I should see him off." Zhong Xiu suddenly said.

Don't! Dugu Zhi subconsciously gripped the wheelchair armrest and looked at Zhong Xiu nervously.

Rong Qing looked at Zhong Xiu in confusion, a little worried, considering the huge difference in their abilities, but when she thought of Chu Yuan's cold personality, she nodded. "Just send her to the door."

"Okay." Zhong Xiu said with a smile.

As expected, Zhong Xiu only sent Chu Yuan to the door. As the door closed, the forced smile on Zhong Xiu's face completely disappeared.

"I know who you are."

Chu Yuan looked at Zhong Xiu coldly. He stared into her hair for a moment and then looked away.

"Your name is not Chu Yuan, your name should be Dao Zi." Zhong Xiu was instinctively frightened under his gaze, but forced herself to finish the sentence.

She recalled that Rong Qing had been extremely fragile in the villa on Matou Mountain. In the conversation, Daozi was vaguely mentioned. She didn't understand it very well at that time, and it's not very clear to her now. However, the beautiful boy in front of her is definitely the Daozi that Rong Qing doesn't want to face.

She has this intuition and she believes in this intuition!
"I am Chu Yuan." The young man was not displeased, even though a mortal was so disrespectful, "Daozi, this is my identity."

What does it mean? Zhong Xiu looked at him, but seemed to see nothing. If Daozi is not a person's name, but an identity. Then... "He Xiu, what is it?"

"Nothing to do with you."

It has nothing to do with me? Zhong Xiu's nose suddenly felt sore and his eyes were filled with tears. The sad look on Mr.'s face when he mentioned Daozi has always been in my mind. How could it have nothing to do with me!
She suddenly felt a huge fear of losing something, which made her almost unable to breathe. "I beg you." Her knees softened and she was about to kneel down, but she was firmly fixed by an invisible force.

"No need." Chu Yuan turned and left, and did not loosen his grip on her until he was no longer in Zhong Xiu's sight.

Zhong Xiu closed his eyes and let the tears flow. He lowered his head and finally fell to the ground, like a butterfly with broken wings.

(End of this chapter)