The villain who never surrenders [Quick Transmigration]

The tokens are exchanged, and the master-student agreement is completed. In the main hall of Jiuhuafeng dedicated to the disciple's life tablet, the two life cards emit golden light at the same time, and resonate and vibrate.

The fact that Rong Ling, who hadn't taken any disciples for hundreds of years, suddenly accepted a disciple who had no foundation but was just a beginner, spread the word throughout the sect in a blink of an eye.

Even the other elders of the sect came to ask questions, but Rong Ling dealt with them one by one.

One must know that for so many years, these elders have never thought of letting their children experience under Rong Ling, but she rejected them one by one. I don't know what kind of shit luck this newcomer has, but she just fell in love with him .

Therefore, at the disciple acceptance ceremony a month later, Elder Wen, who was sitting beside Rong Ling, was still hopeful and tentatively said: "Well... since the gods are willing to accept this little girl as an apprentice, why not my brat..."

"Elder Wen, don't need to say too much." Rong Ling said indifferently, "I didn't intend to accept apprentices, it was just a coincidence. Your son is successful at a young age, so why do you need a low-level master like me."

Alas, if it wasn't for all the new disciples watching, Elder Wen would have liked to slap his thigh.

That kid from his family is outstanding among the younger generation of disciples, is it true, but how can he compare to Rong Ling who has already reached perfection?

Elder Wen was filled with regret, and looked down to Xie Qingwan again, and looked left and right, but she couldn't see anything worthy of being accepted as a disciple by Rong Ling.

Even if she is very beautiful, but Rong Ling is a woman, how can she value these things?Besides, when it comes to beauty, no one in the Three Realms can compare to Rong Ling himself.

Elder Wen couldn't figure it out even more.

Sensing that like Elder Wen, countless scrutinizing eyes fell on him, Xie Qingwan quietly clenched the sword in his hand and pursed his lips tightly.

She knew that these gazes were not malicious, but naked contempt.

After all, in everyone's mind, there is no need for Rong Ling to choose herself as an apprentice, she has countless more and better choices.

But since Rongling has chosen herself, Xie Qingwan will definitely not let her regret this decision, she must grow up faster, so strong that everyone recognizes that she is a disciple of the master.

She must stand upright beside Master and become someone worthy of her.

Compared to Xie Qingwan who was thinking so many times, Rong Ling didn't have the time to think so much. She was bored with one hand on the arm of the jade chair, waiting for the other disciples to pick out her favorite disciple.

What Rong Ling didn't expect was that Bai Yan actually accepted a male disciple.

It seemed that everything was really on a different path. Rong Ling lowered his eyes and was thinking, when a low voice reminded him: "Rong Ling, it's up to you to straighten the crown for this disciple."

Only then did Rong Ling come back to his senses, and looked at Xie Qingwan who was kneeling in front of him with a passionate face.

The crown is an indispensable ceremony for the apprenticeship ceremony. The master personally ties the hair of the disciples he has chosen, which means that he has left the world and since he stepped into the right way of cultivating immortals, there should be no more distracting thoughts.

Rong Ling got up slowly, walked up to Xie Qingwan, transformed a jade comb from his palm, and leaned over to comb her hair.

Accompanied by this movement, she brushed the tip of Xie Qingwan's nose lightly and caressed her cheek unconsciously.

With the faint fragrance floating, Xie Qingwan's heart thumped uncontrollably, subconsciously wanting to lust for more.

It's a pity that Rong Ling's movements were very fast, but in the blink of an eye, with the help of spells, she helped Xie Qing straighten the white jade crown and tied it with a hairpin.

The fairy caresses my top, knots my hair and grants longevity.

Xie Qingwan looked at Rong Ling with a reluctance that he hadn't even noticed, and looked at Rong Ling back half a step, then lowered his head and said: "Since you have entered my door, you must abandon the worldly thoughts, don't be scheming, and don't step into it. Evil way, you can't do evil, there are three thousand roads, and the long journey is long, you will use what you have learned all your life to subdue demons and demons, and straighten the way, do you understand?"

Her voice was not loud, but she lingered in this extremely quiet hall for a long time, with a solemn and gloomy meaning, so that everyone could hear her clearly.

Xie Qingwan's heart was refreshed, and he hurriedly bowed and kowtowed: "Yes, thank you for your enlightenment, Master."

No one noticed that there was a deep obsession in her dim eyes.

Now that she was formally accepted as an apprentice, Rong Ling will be responsible for everything about Xie Qingwan in the future, so naturally he went back to Guanghua Hall with her.

Only Rong Ling lived on this peak. Ting Lan, a golden-winged bird, likes to fly around all day long, and doesn't stay on the peak all the time.

For example, Guanghua Hall was so quiet at this time that you could even hear a leaf fall, Rong Ling brought the man over, and said after landing, "There are a lot of rooms here, you can just pick one to live in."

"Yes..." Xie Qingwan agreed, but still followed Rong Ling.

"What are you following me for?" Rong Ling turned around, puzzled.

"Master..." Xie Qingwan looked at her, full of hesitation, "Aren't you going to teach me spells?"

It's just a new arrival, so there's no rush.

Rong Ling shook his head lightly: "No, you need to rest for a while, and then go to the library to find what you want to learn. I will only give pointers, and you need to master everything by yourself."

Xie Qingwan suppressed the slight loss in her heart: "Yes..."

This time, she no longer had any reason to follow Rong Ling, so she could only find a place to live by herself.

Of course Xie Qingwan lived in the side hall closest to Rong Ling's bedroom.

In this way, when Master calls her for something, he can arrive as soon as possible, Xie Qingwan thought so.

Even if it is only a side hall, it is much better than the dormitory where the disciples crowded together when they first started. When the window is opened, there is a breeze blowing, and the sky is bright and cloudy, which makes people's hearts flutter.

Xie Qingwan couldn't help heaving a sigh of relief, pulled out his long sword, jumped out of the window, and slashed in the courtyard, displaying the newly acquired swordsmanship.

Although she is a beginner, but because of hard practice day and night, a set of the most basic swordsmanship is quite bold, like a long rainbow, piercing the clear sky, swaying bamboos, and flying kites flutter their wings.

Rong Ling was originally resting in the hall, but when he heard this movement, he couldn't help but come out to have a look.

At this time, Xie Qingwan had already drawn the last sword, the sword intent was hanging in the air, and the hair on her forehead was blown by the breeze, shaking slightly.

Just as she was about to withdraw her sword, someone in Hengkong suddenly held her wrist upwards, and said in a deep voice, "Raise your hand..."

It was Rong Ling's voice that didn't fluctuate, Xie Qingwan was overjoyed, and was about to turn around when she heard her continue: "Hold your breath and concentrate, don't think about anything else."

With that said, Rong Ling pulled Xie Qingwan's wrist, started to spin, and started all over again.

It wasn't until Rong Ling made a move that Xie Qingwan realized how far there was between himself and his master.

The swordsmanship that was originally just a basic skill, under Rong Ling's swing, was graceful like a swimming dragon, and instantly became several times lighter, as if what was held in his hand was not a long sword, but his own thoughts.

The thought followed the voice of the heart, and a strong wind blew up where it passed. It was obviously invisible to the naked eye, but even Xiuzhu, which was a hundred meters away, was cut off in an instant.

Drops of water penetrate rocks, and softness overcomes rigidity. Xie Qingwan has seen what a true god is.

After a set of swordsmanship, Rong Ling was still calm and composed, without the slightest breath fluctuation, but Xie Qingwan felt that even his eyelashes were about to be wet with sweat, and he was so heavy that he could barely open his eyes.

Rong Ling seemed to realize the gap between the two, she frowned: "You haven't established a foundation yet, if you want to be more diligent, you have to cleanse your marrow, are you willing?"

The reason why Rong Ling asked was because although washing the marrow can regenerate a mortal, the pain involved is not something ordinary people can bear.

"I am willing..." Xie Qingwan agreed without hesitation, "Everything is up to the master."

In the hot spring room in Guanghua Palace, Rong Ling tried to stir the bath filled with marrow washing liquid with his hands.

Since she was born she was a divine bone, so naturally she didn't need these things, so it was the first time for Rong Ling to wash her marrow.

But I think it's not a big problem, even if it is pain, it will pass after a while.

Waiting at the side, Xie Qingwan looked at a pool of dark water, couldn't help but say: "Master..."

"Hmm..." Rong Ling took out a handkerchief and wiped his hands clean, "Okay, you can go in."

"Yes..." Xie Qingwan didn't have any doubts about Rong Ling's words, so he took off his outer shirt and entered it with only a white skirt.

The hot spring pool is made of jade and is extremely spacious, enough for Xie Qingwan to sit cross-legged.

"Hold your breath and concentrate..." Rong Ling said, "You must not let your body slack in the slightest."

Before she finished speaking, she found that Xie Qingwan's face had lost all color, her lips were pale, and there were big drops of sweat on her forehead.

Although Rong Ling had never had his marrow washed, it must have been very painful to see her like this.

Originally, it would take three days and three nights to wash the marrow, so it was impossible for her to guard it all the time, but seeing Xie Qingwan like this, how could she walk away.

"What do you think?" she asked aloud.

"Master..." Xie Qingwan gritted his teeth and replied, originally wanted to hold on, but he didn't have the strength to say the words, "It hurts, it really hurts..."

As if every time the skin is being pricked by needles, the whole person is about to be crushed from the inside out, maybe it will be completely shattered in the next second.

Xie Qingwan closed her eyes tightly, and there was even a strange redness at the end of her eyes, she bit her lower lip tightly, almost bleeding from her tender lips.

"How could this be..." Rong Ling murmured, feeling a little dazed for a moment.

The marrow washing technique is against the sky, the more painful it will be at the end, if it is like this at the beginning, how can it be endured afterwards.

In the bathtub, Xie Qingwan almost couldn't sit still, she stretched out her hand to support the side of the pool, her five fingers clinging to the jade brick, even the nails began to turn white.

Rong Ling didn't know what to do, so he hurriedly took out the sound transmission mirror from the storage bracelet, and summoned Elder Wen of Tongqi Huangshu.

"I don't know what's the matter with the god?" Elder Wen on the opposite side seemed a little surprised that she suddenly came to him.

Rong Ling walked out of the hall and said, "Do you know why the marrow washing hurts at the beginning?"

"It hurts at the beginning?" Elder Wen said, "It shouldn't be, it takes about a stick of incense to take effect after a pill of washing the marrow is taken. Has the god washed the marrow of your disciple?"

"Well, it's not marrow washing pill, it's marrow washing liquid."

Rong Ling added: "It's from a pool..."

"A pool?" Elder Wen on the opposite side was so shocked that he almost scared the sound-transmitting mirror away, "You know, if you take it internally, a bottle of marrow washing liquid is enough to rejuvenate a person. The pain just keeps increasing.”

"Besides, that disciple of yours has just started, how can he hold the pool full of marrow washing liquid, if he is not careful, he will collapse and die, I don't know who gave this bad idea to the god?"

Rong Ling felt a little guilty when asked, "Then what do you think should be done?"

"There is no way. Once the marrow washing stops, the recipient will be completely destroyed and become a cripple." Elder Wen said, "Once we start, we must persevere, otherwise we will die."

Rong Ling's heart skipped a beat.

"However, the deity can protect her. If she can send spiritual power to the marrow washer when she leaves, maybe it can be relieved."

"I see..." Rong Ling didn't have time to say more, put away the sound transmission mirror, and returned to the hall.

When she walked to the hot spring, she realized that in the blink of an eye, Xie Qingwan had completely fainted, and her hand on the shore was almost separated, and she was about to slip into the bottom of the pool.

With quick hands and quick eyes, Rong Ling grabbed her, held her wrist tightly, and said with frowned: "Xie Qingwan?"

"Master..." As if hearing her voice, Xie Qingwan opened his eyes dimly, and even when he spoke, his breathing was tearing.

Is she dying?Xie Qingwan only felt the smell of blood in his mouth, and looked at Rong Ling in front of him.

She is still so good-looking, her eyebrows are like black and white, and her eyes seem to be filled with cold stars, she is frowning slightly, not knowing what she is thinking.

Just as Rong Ling was about to open his mouth to ask how she was feeling, he didn't notice for a while, and was dragged by Xie Qing and fell into the warm pool.

Immediately afterwards, Xie Qingwan clung to her, tightly clasped her wrist and refused to let go: "Master..."

Her body was soft, and she was close to Rong Ling, calling her one after another: "Master... I feel so uncomfortable."

Rong Ling wiped the water from her face, and seeing Xie Qingwan's face, she seemed to be delirious from the pain at this moment, and she only knew to call herself repeatedly.

Xie Qingwan felt that the blood in her body was so hot that it was about to burn, only the moment when Rong Ling was stuck on her, could she catch her breath.

It's just that it doesn't help, and soon she felt that it wasn't enough, Xie Qingwan touched Rong Ling's cheeks and rubbed gently.

Rong Ling couldn't help but sighed, and put one hand on her back, intending to channel her spiritual power.

But because of this action, for some reason, Xie Qingwan became more excited as if being stimulated, buried her head on Rong Ling's neck, and kept trying to drill in, even with a touch of grievance: " Master..."

Behind him was the hard wall of the pool, and in front of him was Xie Qingwan who was pressing every step of the way. Rong Ling had nowhere to escape, so he had to let her linger on him like this, channeling spiritual power to her and opening up the meridians.

Xie Qingwan was as nimble as an all-pervasive snake, Rong Ling's shoulders and waist were occupied, except for the hand on her back, she could hardly move.

The breath she expelled was hot and hot, her voice was hoarse, and she shouted in a low voice: "Master...Master..."

Like a lonely bird begging for mercy.

Rong Ling was a little impatient at being called out, but there was nothing he could do.

Obviously there was endless pain in his body, but the moment he hugged Rong Ling tightly, he felt great satisfaction in his heart.

Xie Qingwan even felt that if she could be with Master like this day and night, even if it hurts a little more, she would be happy.

The tip of his nose rubbed against Rong Ling's soft and fair cheeks, Xie Qingwan wanted to do something else.

But even though her consciousness is blurred, she still clearly understands that she can't and can't, and if she really does, she will never be able to get close to Rong Ling's body.

What is more bitter than the pain of washing the marrow is the soreness in the heart, Xie Qingwan had no choice but to swallow this bitterness one by one.

Compared to Xie Qingwan who was thinking about everything, Rong Ling was so focused on sorting out her meridians, she didn't even care about the hand she held tightly around her waist, just thought it was the pain she couldn't bear.

Three days and three nights passed, and the two of them were so dependent on each other.

Since then, Xie Qingwan has been so familiar with a person, so familiar that she can even remember the smell of her skin clearly, and the fragrance of her hair.

It wasn't until the last night finally passed and the most difficult moment passed that Rong Ling finally let out a sigh of relief.

Even though Xie Qingwan was completely out of strength, he still limply lay on her shoulders. Rong Ling took him out of the bath, put him on the bed, and finally left the hall.

When Xie Qingwan woke up, he looked up at the tent with water and ice patterns.

Her mind went blank, she sat up subconsciously, and called out, "Master?"

No one responded in the empty hall, and the draft blew through the gauze curtain, stirring up lightness.

Xie Qingwan almost didn't even think about it, so she hurried out of the door, looking for Rong Ling everywhere: "Master?"

Not far away, under the grape trellis, Rong Ling, who was recuperating, turned his head sideways: "Well, what's wrong?"

Almost in an instant, all the memories of the marrow wash flooded into Xie Qingwan's mind.

Behind Rong Ling was a golden light all over the sky, and a faint layer of warm glow on the horizon made her cheeks look as cool and thin as jade.

Xie Qingwan curled his fingers together: "No, it's nothing, Master, are you hungry?"

Hearing this, Rong Ling couldn't help chuckling, she was originally a cultivator of immortality, and she had already fasted, so how could she be hungry.

Xie Qingwan probably realized that he had asked the wrong question, so he hurriedly added: "Master, would you like something to eat?"

"Hmm..." Rong Ling remembered the grilled fish she made for herself earlier, and nodded, "What else would you do?"

After a while, three or four dishes were placed on the stone table in front of him, two bowls of clear porridge, one dish of fried pumpkin flowers, one dish of squirrel mandarin fish, and one dish mixed with cucumber.

"I can only cook these home-cooked dishes." Xie Qingwan blushed, "If Master still likes to do something, I can learn it."

"It's okay..." Rong Ling nodded and picked up the chopsticks, "It's already very good."

With just a few words from her, Xie Qingwan was as sweet as eating honey, sweet to the bottom of her heart.

The sun was setting, the clouds were smoked into a warm yellow light, the evening wind gently brushed the grape trellises, and there was silence between the two of them.

While eating, a palm-sized crane with golden light flew towards Rong Ling and landed beside her.

Rong Ling noticed it and quickly reached out to catch it.In an instant, the golden crane radiated light and disappeared in the air.

It's a letter from Bai Yan.

Only Rong Ling could hear this kind of news sent by golden cranes. After hearing what he said, Rong Ling couldn't help but curl his lips.

"What's the happy event, master?" Xie Qingwan quickly asked, observing his words and expressions.

"Well..." Rong Ling ate another spoonful of porridge.

Bai Yan said that he was done with the matter at hand, and the two could go to Ruoshui to dissolve the marriage contract.

Without further ado, of course Rong Ling couldn't wait to leave.

Xie Qingwan didn't know what she was busy with, even though she was reluctant to let go, she could only watch Rong Ling leave with her sword after Bai Yan arrived.