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When Taoist Qingxuan arrived in southern Xinjiang, Ning Qing still had no tendency to wake up. He lay down so quietly, as if he had fallen asleep.

Taoist Qingxuan had prepared Ning Qing’s life-extending pills, but fortunately there were disciples guarding him in turn to ensure his safety; She bowed willingly: "Senior Sister Qingxuan."

"He is your apprentice after all, so why are you so?" Taoist Qingxuan didn't get up, pinched Ning Qing's face and fed a pill before turning back to look at Ning Jiuchen.

"I don't have any apprentices who collude with the demons."

"You... Forget it, go out." Taoist Qingxuan waved his sleeves. Her reputation as the master of the two peaks is not in vain. She can save Ning Qing from congenital heart disease and acquired serious injuries. Don't even try to die from her hands.

Taoist Qingxuan administered acupuncture to Ningqing's acupoints, supplemented by spiritual power to promote the smooth flow of qi and blood, and the medicine package prepared earlier is now ordered to be boiled by his disciples.

When Ning was awake, he vomited blood again. It was stagnated painstaking effort that had accumulated for many days, and it was beneficial and harmless to vomit it out.

When he raised his eyes, his eyes were full of bitterness and unspeakable, and the scattered water in his eyes also condensed into tears. Taoist Qingxuan raised his hand and pressed the corners of Ning Qing's eyes, and said in a lower tone: "Don't cry, you cry, I will cry." Always feel that the world has failed you."

Hard-spoken and soft-hearted, Taoist Qingxuan can be called No.1. She often reprimands her disciples, and when it comes to caring for others, she is also the first-class one. Ning Qing was weak since she was a child, and she was raised under her Qingyun Peak for recuperation. Medical skills, but it is also true that Ning Qing's aptitude is not suitable for medical skills.

Taoist Qingxuan can be said to have watched Ning Qing grow up. Ning Qing was born well and has a gentle temper, but he has been recuperating with soup and medicine since he was a child, and he has no playmates of the same age. His master Ning Jiuchen is often outside the sect. I can't see each other all year round, let alone teach.

Daoist Qingxuan couldn't remember exactly when Ning Qing became humble and cowardly, but if he wanted to investigate, they, the teachers, were all responsible for putting a frail child in one place and not asking about it.

The fact that Ning Qing did not have a playmate of the same age was improved when he was fourteen. Ning Qing secretly picked up a beggar outside the sect. Ning Jiuchen never ignored him, and Lin Wuduan protected them, so they were so obedient. Dangdang played together for four years.

Ning Qing's aptitude has been greatly improved in the past four years. What a genius he is from building a foundation to Jindan.

Taoist Qingxuan had expected Jing Rong to accept him under Ling Xiao Peak.

This child Ning Qing has always been a pain in the ass. He is born well, has a good temper, and is willing to endure hardships and work hard. He will definitely be the mainstay of the cultivation world in the future.

Taoist Qingxuan thought so, but something happened suddenly in the year of Ningqing, the visit of Yang Song, the young master of Hengshan Sword Sect, also brought evil things.

The blind playmate that Ning Qing picked up has the blood of the demon cultivator, and is the only remnant of the demon clan in the world today.

The world seems to have never treated Ning Qing kindly, his cherished playmate was sentenced to death just like that, even Ning Jiuchen was alarmed and returned to the sect.

He didn't come to protect his direct younger brother or direct disciple; he came to personally punish the demons.

Ning Qing, who wanted to protect the demon clan, was so embarrassed, and his life was hanging by a thread several times. The rare medicinal materials of Qingxuan Daoist almost took out Ning Qing's life, and even the senior brother who had always been neutral Couldn't help but persuaded.

"You are too harsh on Ning Qing."

"Collude with the demons, he deserves to die."

"It's not his intention to associate with the demons..."

"Now it's this white-eyed wolf who keeps saying that he wants to protect a lowly demon!"

"Junior Brother Jiuchen?!"

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Ning Qing has changed since then. He is gentle and courteous, and treats others kindly. There is always a three-point smile on his lips. In his eyes, there is only gentleness to speak of, but he will never smile sincerely again. up.

He conforms to the goodness and beauty demanded by the world, but he does not conform to himself.

Ning Qing, who was crying now, seemed a little angry in the eyes of Daoist Qingxuan, but how distressed he was when she shed tears with such a good appearance.

"Master..." Ning Qing took a deep breath, "Am I really not worth it...?"

"You are worth it." Taoist Qingxuan had a premonition. Since Ning Qing's heart disease relapsed three years ago, she knew that Ning Qing's doom was coming.

Fate Jie is free, the path he chooses, after all, he has to walk on his own.

Ning Qing remained silent for a long time with reddened eyes, Taoist Qingxuan stroked his loose hair, and said: "Listen to my master's advice, you are now mentally and mentally damaged, it is better to rest, don't think about it anymore."

"I can't let go, uncle."

"You will only increase your burden like this, and you will hurt yourself the most."

"..." Ning Qing didn't speak any more, and his lowered eyes silently expressed his resistance. It wasn't until Taoist Qingxuan handed him the hibiscus stone in his pouch that Ning Qing had such a look in his eyes.

"Even if you can't let it go, you should do a good job of superficiality and don't let others see the joke." Taoist Qingxuan handed the kit to Ning Qing, and he didn't know whether he was speaking to Ning Qing or herself.

"Even if you can't let it go... you shouldn't let others see the joke..." Ning Qing repeated it in a low voice, and replied: "I understand."

Standing in his position, he is doomed not to be weak.

He was willing to give up all this hard-won for a certain person, but that person waved his sleeves too decisively, and his eyes were a little frosty. After all, there was an invisible barrier between him and him.

Ning Qing clenched the kit in his hand, and felt the coolness of the hibiscus stone through a layer of soft cloth, and before he knew it, Yu Shang felt blood pouring from his heart.

Compared with the gloominess of the leader of the Xuantianzong in the southern border falling ill, the Qianjiu Palace in the east is much more peaceful.

Holding the sword in his arms, Rong Si unconsciously thought, is it right to send a message to the Young Palace Master?Is it right to hide it from the Fujun?

He felt right.

A gentle and kind person like the Fujun should not have anything to do with Lao Shizi's righteousness and arrogance. He is himself, the unparalleled Fujun, not hesitating for others or hurting himself.

He also just wanted to use his own way to protect the Lord Yihu.

Yan Huai was submerged in the cold pool, with his eyes closed, he always seemed to be hovering on the verge of drowning, drifting away with the water, and was entangled by a hair tie.

When Yan Huai opened his eyes, a faint green flashed across his eyes, and all kinds of brilliance entered his eyes, and then disappeared when his sight was lowered. The side faded.

Yan Huai put his sleeves back and got up, he left the cold pool, no water mist could get close to him, when the stone gate opened Rong Si turned around to worship him, Yan Huai just waved his hands and didn't say much.

In Qianjiu Palace, the lord of his mansion has never been an idler.

Yan Qi's physical condition has become more and more erratic recently, pulling the semi-crazy Shu Huayu and calling Yan Qing, Shu Huayu was so scared that he cried, patted Yan Qi on the shoulder and told him to die.

"Yan Qing... my Yan Qing is back..." Yan Qi laughed wildly, and Shu Hua waved his hand away with a smirk, and said word by word: "Don't be too whimsical, Shu Yan Died early in the morning."

"No...how could it be...my son is going to have a feast?! Quickly call him..." Yan Qi was really crazy, and he couldn't even control his own spiritual turmoil, and almost toppled the whole hall.

Shu Huayan protected Shu Huayu and stepped back, seeing a few silver needles passing by, restraining Yan Qi who was out of control.

It was Fujun and his party who came from Lingfeng, and trapped Yanqi in a small world while flipping the hand formula.

The chaotic scene was brought under control in an instant, and Yan Qi, who was restrained, couldn't help being overjoyed when he saw the familiar face of the ghost: "Where is Yan Zhi? My son Yan Zhi, did he bring something?"

"Young Palace Mistress has her own considerations, so it's better for Palace Mistress to rest first." Zhou Jue waved his fan with a slight smile.

He played Tai Chi, and it was as if he hadn't said anything.

Yan Qi didn't care about him, he just stared at Yan Huai, the leader, and asked, "Where is the banquet? He promised the deity..."

"The lord will keep his promise." Yan Huai drew the needle in the air, and with a flick of his long sleeve, Yan Qi lay back on his sickbed.

"Prior to this, you'd better avoid causing trouble."

Shu Huayu hid behind Shu Huayan in shock, she didn't dare to look at Yan Qi, she just kept repeating: "Go to die...go to die..."

"Even if I die...your sister Yan Qing has to stay with me..." Yan Qi grinned, his expression distorted to the point of horror.

Shu Huayu screamed when he heard the words, and his soft and beautiful face was also covered with tears.

Shu Hua took a few steps before the banquet, and said calmly: "This Shu Yan was refined by you early in the morning, life and death, you can't find her, and you can't see her."

He who said this was like a spectator, someone who didn't know the inside story, and pretended that Shu Yanqing had nothing to do with Shu Huayan.

"You rebellious son..." Yan Qi looked at Shu Huayan feebly, and he didn't know how this kid grew up. He was less and less like him and Shu Yanqing, a self-willed depraved and playboy.

"What son? I'm not your heir, my surname is Shu." Shu Huayan smiled, and pulled up Shu Huayu who was hiding behind him, "Little Ayu, let's go back."

Shu Huayu is gentle and timid, and can't stand stimulation. Now she often switches between Shu Huayu and Shu Yanqing, and her memory stays before Shu Yanqing and Yan Qi were together. Shu Huayan can only treat her like a younger sister.

Fortunately, Yanzhi is rich, Shu Huayan eats Fushou Dan in cans one by one, Shu Huayu doesn't look old, and it won't be too weird for Shu Huayan to ask her aunt to be her peers.

Just because Shu Huayan and the others are gone, it doesn't mean that Yan Huai and the others can leave too. Even if Yanqi's current palace lord is in name only, all the important positions in Qianjiu Palace have already been replaced by Yanzhi's own staff.

But Yan Zhi's competitive spirit made him save Yan Qi's life, and when the agreement made by the two of them was completed, Yan Zhi would be the justifiable Lord of Qianjiu Palace.

Before that, Yan Qi could not die.

Yan Qi's life is not in his hands, but in Yan Zhi's. As long as Yan Zhi wants him to live, he cannot die.

"Yanzhi... he can do it... he can do it... right?" Yan Qi struggled to get up, staring at Yan Huai who was strengthening the spirit protection formation.

Yan Huai didn't look at him, but said: "He can do it."

Yan Zhi is the astonishing and unparalleled talent. He is the youngest person in the history of becoming a god. Even in ancient times, there was no such genius as him. With both the right time, the right place and the right people, there is nothing he can't do.

After many years of planning, the chess buried step by step will finally be revealed.