Brother makes a comeback

Leng Su finally understood why Qing Yi stripped off his clothes, and quickly tapped the acupuncture points on his body with his long and slender fingers, not letting go of the main acupuncture points on his body, almost touching all over his body.

"Do you feel really angry?" Qing Yi asked with a frown.

Leng Su tried his best to operate according to the formula Qing Yi gave him, imagining that there was breath flowing through the meridians in his body.He did feel those true qi, but they didn't listen to the command of the formula at all, after entering the body from the acupoints, they went straight to the dantian.

The boy shook his head: "Yes, there are, but the formulas cannot be used, and they all entered the dantian. Once I entered the dantian, I could no longer feel the existence of true energy."

Sure enough, the [-] worlds in the Liuhe mirror could not be filled with the true energy of a little fusion practitioner like him, but this did not mean that Qing Yi had no choice.He put his palm on Leng Su's lower abdomen with a serious face, and said earnestly: "Be patient with the pain, don't move, don't shout, there is nothing you can do if you lose your true energy, don't forget to follow the formula to draw the air into the body .”

Leng Su nodded to show that he knew, he took a deep breath and got ready.

Pressing the five fingers of the palm on the five acupoints in Dantian, Qing Yi poured his true energy into these acupoints, and placed his other hand on Leng Su's palm, directing his true energy into his body.

The five zhenqi injected into the dantian intertwined into a net in Leng Su's body, isolating the rest of the meridians in the body.While these true qi isolate Liuhejing from the outside world, they can also transport other true qi to the meridians, so that Leng Su will not die due to the blockage of the true essence in his body.

In a place where neither Leng Su nor Qing Yi could see, the Liuhe mirror emitted a strong light. At the same time, Leng Su only felt the severe pain in his dantian, as if his upper body and lower body were about to be separated, and it seemed as if something was pressing on him. He struggled desperately in his stomach, trying to rush out of his body.

Unable to move or shout, the boy bit his lower lip tightly, beads of sweat dripped from his forehead and dripped onto the animal skin cushion.Under such pain, he still couldn't forget to guide the zhenqi. At this moment, the zhenqi input into his body by Qing Yi finally began to obey the command, and circulated in the body along his meridians.

It seemed that a knife was cutting his lower abdomen from the inside, and the pain was so cold that he doubted that his stomach would explode in the next second.No, it's not suspicion, but something really wants to come out of my belly.

"Don't be afraid," a cold voice sounded in my ears, "with me here, nothing will happen. Be patient and let the true energy circulate in the body for a week."

His voice was not as hot as the palm of his hand, but icy cold, as clear and cold as ice falling to the ground.Under Leng Su's severe pain, he desperately watched Qing Yi try to divert his attention, but he saw beads of sweat on the forehead of the young man who was always high above the sky like a man of heaven, dripping with fiery concern.

Suddenly Leng Su was not afraid of pain anymore, he turned his heart and forced his true energy to walk in his body.When the zhenqi passed through the dantian, the pain intensified, and the Liuhe mirror was so noisy in the body that Leng Su almost couldn't hold back and wanted to cry out.As soon as he opened his mouth, someone blocked him, and the pain and groans were blocked back by the warm lips.

The tip of his tongue licked the bitten lips, his eyes widened coldly, and there was numbness between his lips and teeth.The numbness was infinitely magnified, and even the severe pain in the dantian was covered by the light numb like feathers.

Dimly heard someone say: "Okay."

Leng Su blinked, and found that the other party's lips had left, and the pain in the lower abdomen was no longer there, and the body was extremely light, as if the pain just now was just a short nightmare.

The boy opened his mouth slightly, staring at Qing Yi blankly.All the past came to mind, the senior brother couldn't help turning his head, and threw the torn clothes he brought in just now on Leng Su: "Put it on."

He took the clothes coldly and solemnly, couldn't help but follow Qing Yi, but only saw the back of a person walking out of the door.

Touching his hot cheeks, the boy licked his lips while putting on the torn clothes.The body is hot, every place Qing Yi touched has his body temperature, which makes people nostalgic.

After leaving the thatched hut, Qing Yi looked up at the sky, the white clouds turned into the shape of a boy's lips, floating in the air as if laughing at his absurdity in his previous life and his panic in this life.

"It's time to prepare some clothes." Qing Yi whispered to himself, and left the hut as if drifting away, planning to go to the Ancient Sword School to get things again.

These days the Ancient Sword Sect is not peaceful, something always disappears inexplicably, a bowl is missing today, and a pot is missing tomorrow. There are not many things, but it always makes people feel flustered.After searching for a long time, I couldn't find out which disciple had dirty hands and feet, and didn't lose any property. The rumor of ghosts spread in the school. For a while, the disciples of the school were a little impetuous, and the worst ones were Ling Tianxiang and Dogleg One two three four.

The head of the sect is fine, Qing Yi is not a fool, he told Qing Huan after he took something for the first time, and made it clear that he only borrowed it temporarily and would return it when he didn't need it.Qing Huan knew that arranging that position for Qing Yi was really cheating, and there was nothing he wanted, so he also told the head, telling him to just turn a blind eye and forget about it, Qing Yi on the left and right would only get some necessities.

But Ling Tianxiang was different, only his father, the head of the ancient sword sect, knew about the existence of the Shaoyang sect. Due to the school rules, the head of Ling didn't dare to tell his son that there was such a sect of cultivating immortals.Ling Tianxiang didn't feel anything when Leng Su "died". It was just that a servant died. When he went down the mountain to play, he often heard about a wealthy family beating a servant to death. He felt that there was nothing wrong with it.But this lost thing was haunted, and he couldn't calm down. After all, he was still a young man, and it was the first time he accidentally killed someone. He was really scared and couldn't sleep every night.And he was still hurt, and the night was even more difficult.

Qing Yi also didn't want to "get" things in the broad daylight, so he first told Leng Su not to leave the room, and he would come back as soon as he went.And a formation was set up outside the hut. If someone came at this time, they would think that he was practicing in seclusion inside the formation, and naturally they would not disturb him.After everything was settled, Qing Yi left the thatched hut, but waited in the Mizong Forest until after dark before going to the Ancient Sword Sect.

He had spent too much real energy during the day, and he hadn't recovered yet, and his movements were much slower than before, but he still couldn't be noticed by others.After walking several rooms to find clothes, they were either old or ugly, neither of which was suitable for Leng Su.

At this moment, Qingyi's mind kept flashing the look of Leng Su who forcibly maintained his composure but had a look of resentment in Jiuyou Hades, like the clouds in the sky stained with mud, and he rubbed the mud up with his own hands.At that time, he told himself that it was a stopgap measure, and he quickly put it behind him after the fact. Looking back at this moment, it was actually a hundred times more beautiful than in his previous life. Of course, 90.00% of it was made up by Qing Yi, the paralyzed sullen man. of.

In Qing Yi's heart, Leng Su is proud and flamboyant, but also deep and gloomy.That black robe was tightly wrapped around her body, depicting her scorching demeanor, low-key yet flamboyant, making it hard for people to take their eyes off her.

The clothes he saw were not suitable for that Leng Su, Qing Yi touched one after another, and finally put them back.

Just like this, he picked and picked Ling Tianxiang's house. He had a special status, but now he was injured again, so he naturally lived alone.Headmaster Ling has always loved him, his beloved son who is expected to enter the main sect, and has never been short of him in money, so Ling Tianxiang's clothes are stuffed into several large cabinets, with a complete range of styles, from childhood to now.When growing up fast, many clothes were thrown into the bottom of the box without even being worn, and I never looked at them again.

And Qing Yi opened Ling Tianxiang's closet, his eyes lit up, some clothes were not only suitable in size, but also in style very suitable for Leng Su.Qing Yi chose two moderate clothes, closed the cabinet door and was about to leave.

Unexpectedly, Ling Tianxiang was not asleep, and because of his fear, his five senses became so sensitive to an incredible level.No matter how lightly Qing Yi moved, he would make a little sound, which was heard by Ling Tianxiang.

He was cold all over, but he was a little unwilling.Young people are always high-minded, and when he thinks of the dirty boy who always dislikes him and speaks to him, he feels that it is unacceptable for him to be so scared because of this guy's ghost.

A surge of arrogance surged up, and Ling Tianxiang couldn't help shouting: "Lengsu! Don't do something sneaky in the dark, I'm not afraid of you alive, and I won't take you seriously even if you die! Young master, I am injured, but I can still make you come and go!"

"Oh?"

The cold voice of question came, Ling Tianxiang saw that there was a response, he was so scared that his mind went blank, and he didn't feel anything.He plucked up the courage to curse, and firmly held the sword beside him during the day with his palm.

"The clothes are made of good material... Are you Qing... Ling Tianxiang?" The voice was still faint, without any emotion.

"It's the young master! The young master..."

Ling Tianxiang was cursing, but when he saw the figure in front of him flickering, his voice disappeared. No matter how much he cursed, he couldn't make a sound, and he couldn't move his body either.

He could vaguely see that the figure was tall and tall, but he really didn't look like Leng Su's little radish.Ling Tianxiang frowned and inspected his body, only to find that he was not trapped, but his acupoints were sealed.

That's a human, not a ghost, let alone cold and serious.

At the same time, Qing Yi had left the Ancient Sword Sect with his clothes.

That Ling Tianxiang just now was one of the chief culprits who bullied Leng Su when he was weak and forced him to fall into the evil way, and was also one of Leng Su's sins back then.

Qing Yi didn't intend to do anything to Ling Tianxiang, he just hoped that Leng Su would stay away from these things, and after ten years, he would go back to the Daomen with him and call him "senior brother" together with Qing Yang.

But for ten years, how to hide him?And how to take care of him while retreating and practicing?

What Qingyi didn't expect was that the will of heaven is unpredictable, and the preordained numbers cannot be changed, this is the case in the past and present.

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Five years passed like a fleeting cloud of smoke, and the already young man looked at the complacent Ling Tianxiang coldly, and deeply realized what it meant to be a villain.

"I didn't expect that you would persist in the Ancient Sword Sect for the past five years, learn martial arts secretly, and trick you into joining me in this competition with the Ancient Sword Sect."

No one saw Leng Su's hard work in the past five years. He endured desperately, suppressed his youthful edge, tried his best to avoid Ling Tianxiang, and finally got this chance to stand out.But……

"However, a bastard is a bastard, and trash is trash. Even if you participate in the competition, won't you still be defeated by me?" Ling Tianxiang smiled triumphantly. It seemed that he had completely forgotten the thrills of the competition and the tricks his father did.

Sect Leader Ling knows better than anyone else that there are people secretly observing the martial arts competition every four years to select disciples who can enter the Shaoyang Sect.He is hopeless in this life, but his only son Ling Tianxiang is a good seedling of cultivation, he must let Ling Tianxiang enter the main sect, for this he will do whatever it takes!

"I'm leaving tomorrow, to a higher place." Ling Tianxiang showed an uncontrollable smile, "But you, you will never be seen again."

The long sword pierced Leng Su's heart, which was already covered with bruises, and pierced the heart with one sword, without giving anyone a way to survive.Ling Tianxiang has always had a difficult knot in his heart. Throwing Leng Su into the Lost Forest back then was the biggest stain in his life.The head of the sect once said that if you want to go to that mysterious place, your conduct must be correct, your mind must be pure, and you must not have the slightest bias.Ever since he knew the place that would allow him to ascend to bliss forever, he began to secretly erase the stains of his past. Now, the only person who knows about that incident back then is the coldness that he hid in the past five years.

Ling Tianxiang was still dissatisfied with the long sword piercing the heart, and raised his sword to cut off Leng Su's head, so that he would die completely, and there would be no possibility of resurrection.

"Senior Brother, Master has something to ask for you!" A shout came from not far away, Ling Tianxiang kicked out without thinking, kicking the cold "corpse" into the mountain pass, the boy's body rolled on the hillside A few laps, submerged in long weeds.

Ling Tianxiang withdrew his sword and looked nonchalantly at the junior brother who had just come to report, nodded, and followed them away.

Wait a while, and come to clean you up.

Not long after he left, the "corpse" hidden deep in the weeds suddenly opened its eyes, and the eyes were pure black without any trace of color.

Is it the way to ascend to the gods since then?Is the way of heaven so indiscriminate between right and wrong?That being the case, why should I respect and fear the sky, why should I pursue the meaningless way of heaven!

If you don't climb the road to God, you will fall to heaven!

——previous life