From a scholar to a villain, I was a good person at the beginning

"Hehe...what? You want to save her?" Kong Qing chuckled and said, "I have to remind you that you have only known this girl for a few days. Saving her? Is it worth it?"

"Stop talking nonsense!" Jiang Zheng shouted angrily: "What are the conditions?"

“Haha, no saving!” Kong Qing sneered.

"Why? I will give you all your emotions even if you want them!" Jiang Zheng asked loudly.

Jin Ling behind him shrank his neck and took a few steps back cautiously, as if he was afraid that Jiang Zheng, who was angry, would notice him.

"Even if you take it out, I can do nothing about it," Kong Qing said calmly.

"In this world, mortals are the hardest to save. If she takes the elixir that can save her, her body will explode and die. If this immortal were still alive, I could save her in a snap of my fingers, but now..."

"Humph! Don't you boast that you can do anything?! Why can't you even save a woman! Isn't she still alive?"

Jiang Zheng was unwilling to give in and asked loudly again.

"If your cultivation was higher, I might be able to save you. Unfortunately, you are not yet at the Golden Core stage, let alone the Nascent Soul stage. How about you give me all your emotions? Or... are you willing to exchange your life for hers? Hahahaha...!"

Kong Qing laughed wildly.

"You!" Jiang Zheng widened his eyes, gritted his teeth, and his heart was beating wildly.

Kong Qing was right, he wanted to save Meng Qingqing, and even if he was asked to use one of the Seven Emotions, he would grit his teeth and do it.

After all, even though [sadness] is gone, the three emotions of [anger], [hate], and [desire] are not good things either. Instead, they encourage evil thoughts in people.

When he exchanged [Sorrow], he didn't think about it carefully. If it happened again, he might choose to trade [Evil] with Kong Qing.

But if I give him everything and turn him into a walking corpse, how could he be willing?

Not to mention exchanging his life for another's, he couldn't do it.

"How is it? Have you thought it through? This girl won't last more than half an incense stick before she dies, hehehe..."

Kong Qing was slightly sarcastic and was sure that Jiang Zheng would not agree to his two conditions. He could only watch his good disciple die in his arms.

"......" Jiang Zheng did not answer, but looked down at the girl in his arms and opened his mouth with difficulty: "Qing'er..."

"Master!" Meng Qingqing forced a smile and interrupted him.

Seeing Jiang Zheng speaking to the air just now, she seemed to understand something and said weakly: "Qing'er is very happy that Master... wants to save Qing'er... No, it's okay... Qing'er doesn't have much time... Qing'er wants to ask Master for one more favor."

"I will agree to anything you ask for," Jiang Zheng agreed without hesitation.

"Qing'er..." The girl's eyes were full of anticipation, and she choked up and said, "I want to have one last bowl of dessert... Can I..."

"Sweet, sweets? Okay, no problem."

After a brief hesitation, Jiang Zheng immediately agreed and turned to look at Jin Ling behind him.

"Jin Ling, you protect her well. No living creature can get close to her. I'll be back soon!"

After saying that, Jiang Zheng pulled out the blood flag on his head and threw it into the air. The blood flag quickly enlarged. Jiang Zheng stepped on it. The blood flag carried him and turned into a scarlet stream of light and quickly rushed up the mountain. There was a place in Lingxi Mountain that specialized in selling all kinds of earthly food.

Although most disciples can practice fasting after cultivating immortals, they sometimes want to eat some worldly delicacies to satisfy their appetite.

After Jiang Zheng left, Jin Ling cautiously came to Meng Qingqing and looked at her curiously. When she noticed that she was injured, sympathy emerged in her eyes.

A gust of wind blew, and Meng Qingqing shivered all over. She no longer felt the pain in the wound, as if it had become numb.

Seeing this, Jin Ling lowered his body and spread one wing to block the direction of the cold wind. Meng Qingqing immediately felt much better.

"Thank you...are you...are you Master's monster friend?"

"Li", Jin Ling nodded.

"Your feathers are so beautiful..." Staring at Jin Ling's body, her eyes also reflected the bright gold.

"I still remember when I was a kid... Grandpa..."

"I can't even remember what my parents look like now... I don't know if I can see them after I die..."

“…”

"Master, why hasn't he come back yet... Your name is Jin Ling, right?... I feel like I can't hold on any longer... I really want to eat another bowl of sweets... Then I won't feel the pain..."

The man and the beast talked like this. Meng Qingqing seemed to have a last moment of clarity, as if she knew that she didn't have much time left. She asked questions here and there and talked about this and that, as if she wanted to say everything she hadn't said in her entire life at once.

Jin Ling just shook her head, or nodded, and made happy noises from time to time.

Not long after, a stream of scarlet light slid down at a high speed. Jiang Zheng held a bowl of sweets carefully in both hands. Jin Ling folded his wings and stepped back a little.

"Qing'er, this is what you usually eat." Jiang Zheng came to her, gently put her in his arms, then scooped up a spoonful of sweets and put it to Meng Qingqing's mouth, "Try it!"

"Okay..." The moment she saw the sweets, her eyes brightened and she opened her mouth and took a bite of the sweets.

But she couldn't swallow the soft and sweet food. The wound hurt again and two lines of tears slid down Meng Qingqing's cheeks.

She choked with the sweet in her mouth.

"Master... Master... You have also been deceived. This... This bowl of dessert is not sweet at all..."

Ding——!

The spoon fell to the ground and hit the gravel, making a crisp sound.

"Hehehe..." Kong Qing's sneer rang out.

The expression on Jiang Zheng's face froze, his eyes trembled slightly, then he slowly put down the porcelain bowl in his hand and hugged the girl tightly in his arms so that she would not feel cold.

He just held the girl in his arms without saying a word. Jin Ling seemed to know something as she stood behind the two of them with her head lowered, whimpering softly.

The night is getting colder.

Until a ray of morning sunlight shone through the gap between the golden spirit feathers and hit the girl in Jiang Zheng's arms. She closed her eyes tightly, and her long eyelashes were bathed in the golden morning light, each one shining brightly.

He slowly put down the girl in his arms, his face expressionless.

Then he slowly stood up. The aura around him was eerily calm, like the silence before a storm.

A cool breeze blew from the woods, blowing across Meng Qingqing's peaceful face.

The wind blows across the ancient forest.

Gently stroke three miles to the east,

It blew to a place under the waterfall,

There, springs are gurgling, there is lush greenery, and there, at this moment, flowers are in full bloom.

A small, warm porcelain bowl was placed on the stone, containing sweets.

Jiang Zheng straightened up and looked at the grave in front of him without saying a word.

The golden spirit behind him looked like a golden sculpture in the morning light.

"Qing'er, don't cry. I will send the beast down and make him kneel before you and repent."

Jiang Zheng's voice was calm, yet filled with roar, a roaring silence.

After saying that, he climbed onto the golden spirit's back, and the golden spirit flapped its wings and flew away.

The stream gurgles and flowers of various colors sway in the breeze.

Two new tombs stand side by side.

On one of the tombs there is an inscription:

Tomb of Meng Qingqing

——Teacher Jiang Zhengming

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Jiang Zheng brought Jin Ling back to the ancient forest again.

He bit his finger, urged his spiritual energy, and kept carving in the air.

After a few hours, three blood-colored magic patterns appeared in the air.

"go"

Jiang Zheng raised his hand and pointed. Three blood patterns rose into the air, slowly spinning, getting faster and faster.

A blood-colored magic circle unfolded at a rapid speed, three blood patterns fell downwards, and the magic circle also fell down. Jiang Zheng looked at the magic circle calmly.

Soon, light and shadow emerged from the blood-colored magic circle.

Under the cover of night, three men stood on flying swords and chased relentlessly. Below, Meng Qingqing desperately fled with a coffin on her back.

The three of them looked joking.

After seeing the clothes and faces of the three people clearly, Jiang Zheng's whole body was shocked and exuded a chilling murderous intent.

clang——!

A deep blue sword suddenly appeared behind him, shaking and humming violently.