The villain who never surrenders [Quick Transmigration]

It turned out that it was Wen Qi who came back, Rong Ling didn't have to get up, his fingers melted into a ray of light, and he gently pushed aside the wooden stick that latched the door, the door creaked, and was blown open by the cold wind outside.

Rong Ling and Wen Qi looked at each other and nodded imperceptibly. There was something hidden in each other's eyes.

Although the seat in front of the fire was still spacious, while Wu Da was beside Cui Liu, Rong Ling casually found an excuse to go out, and walked to the yard with Wen Qi.

The surroundings are confused, and there are occasional dogs barking in the village, and Wen Qi's voice can be heard clearly: "Wu Da and I went to the mountains for a while, but we didn't find anything unusual."

"Are you aware of the evil spirit?" Rong Ling asked.

"No..." Wen Qi said, "It's just that Wushan is very big. The two of us went in during the day, and when we came out, it's now. I'm afraid it will take at least three or two days to finish the investigation."

Without the evil spirit... then there are only two possibilities.

One is that there is no demon here at all,? The second possibility is that the other party is hiding it too well.

And according to the information he got from Lianliu's conversation just now, Rong Ling can be sure that there must be something hidden in this mountain.

"It's a strange beast..." Seeing her thinking hard, Wen Qi added.

"How do you know?" Rong Ling asked with his head turned sideways.

"Earlier, I saw a record in a book in the library that if there was an earthquake on the seismograph, it was probably the presence of a strange beast hidden in the ground." Wen Qi was a little puzzled, "I don't know about this, senior sister?"

Rong Ling would never say that she hadn't been to Zangshuge several times at all, so she avoided talking about it: "Then do you know what kind of strange beast it is?"

"I don't know about that." Wen Qi said, "He suddenly stretched out his hand, spread out his palm, and held a scroll, "I also read about the strange beast in this book. You can also look through it, maybe you can find something else.”

Although it looks like just a thin scroll, there are quite a lot of things recorded in it, and it only needs the spiritual consciousness of Jiuhuafeng disciples to activate it.

Rong Ling didn't even need to take the scroll, she reached out her hand a little closer, closed her eyes to feel it, and the contents in the book were automatically imported into her consciousness, as if they had been stored, just waiting for Rong Ling to read them.

"Okay..." When he opened his eyes again, Rong Ling had already grasped all the content in the book, "It's getting late, you go to rest first, we will go into the mountain to check tomorrow."

"Okay..." Wen Qi nodded, turned around and left first.

Rong Ling stayed where he was, sorting out what he had received in his consciousness, and was about to go back to the house when he suddenly heard movement in the grass beyond the fence.

"Who?" Rong Ling stared at him sharply, turned his wrist lightly, and was about to draw his sword in the next second.

There were rustling sounds in the grass, and gradually someone came out: "Master, it's me."

Standing in the cold wind for a long time without enough spiritual energy to protect his body, Xie Qingwan was almost shivering from the wind.

Rong Ling frowned, and finally understood why Elder Wen, who was always cheerful, became so irritable when Wen Qi was an ignorant kid.

She now fully understands Elder Wen's mood, and even has the urge to beat someone up: "Did you take what my master said as a deaf ear?"

"Master..." Xie Qingwan's figure was shaky, and the image of Rong Ling standing side by side with Wen Qi was still in his mind.

They really are...a pair of lovers, they couldn't be more suitable.

Naturally, Rong Ling sensed that something was wrong with Xie Qingwan, and it was only because she came here day and night, that the few spiritual powers she had originally were overdrawn.

She frowned, a little helpless: "Come here..."

Xie Qingwan flinched, not knowing how the master would punish him, but he still gritted his teeth and stepped forward.

Unexpectedly, Rong Ling just grabbed her cold wrist.

Immediately, Xie Qingwan felt that there seemed to be a warmth flowing along the place where the two were holding each other, dispelling the chill soaked in the autumn wind and frost all over her body, and her whole body began to warm up.

Xie Qingwan's fingers trembled, subconsciously yearning for the warmth, and wrapped her little finger around Rong Ling's wrist.

However, the next moment, Rong Ling withdrew his hand expressionlessly, completely unaware of Xie Qingwan's secret thoughts, and said coldly: "After tonight, you will go back to town and wait for news from me with your senior sisters. "

"Don't..." Xie Qingwan blurted out almost without thinking, "Master, I want to be with you."

Rong Ling couldn't help raising his eyes, and looked carefully at Xie Qingwan who was standing in front of him.

Even at night, with Rong Ling's level, he can still see clearly.

Perhaps it was because he came all the way in a hurry, Xie Qingwan's long hair was messy, and some of it stuck to his cheeks, his complexion was pale, and he looked very pitiful.

Rong Ling couldn't help thinking, he really wasn't suitable to be a teacher, Xie Qingwan still obeyed her when he was apprenticed to a teacher, why did he become so stubborn in less than a month?

It's just that even if he is not satisfied with the apprentice he took in by himself, he can only smash his teeth and swallow it in his stomach. Rong Ling only thought that Xie Qingwan was young and ignorant, and his tone immediately became a bit serious: "I'm going to the mountain to get rid of demons. , with your magic power, how can you go with me. Don't want a child's heart, how can you become a big task like you?"

Xie Qingwan has no power to refute every word and every word.

But she doesn't want to be a big leader, she just wants to be with Master all the time.

"Master..." Xie Qingwan called out in a low voice, biting her lower lip.

Only then did Rong Ling realize that maybe his reprimand was too harsh, and he immediately relaxed a bit: "You will rest at this family's house tonight, and return to town early tomorrow morning."

Xie Qingwan had no room to refute, and said in a low voice: "Yes..."

The way she answered with her head drooping reminded Rong Ling of the puppy in Guanghua Palace for no reason. She sighed softly: "Forget it, let's go into the house."

Xie Qingwan hurriedly followed Rong Ling's footsteps, and entered the room that Cui Liu had prepared for Rong Ling earlier.

This room is usually unoccupied, it was tidied up temporarily by Cui Liu, and the walls are illuminated by candle lamps, except for some farm tools in the corner, there is only one bed in the empty room.

Xie Qingwan paused, with a suspicious crimson color on her face, but Rong Ling who was in front of her had already untied her waist, took off her shoes and was about to go to bed.

Rong Ling had already gone to bed, only to realize that Xie Qingwan was still standing where he was, and couldn't help but wonder: "What are you doing?"

"Master..." Xie Qingwan summoned up his courage and asked, "We sleep in the same bed?"

"Could it be that there is a second bed here?" Rong Ling asked, "There is no need to be formal, there is still business to do tomorrow."

After that, she lay on her side on the inside.

Xie Qingwan stopped talking, and after a while Rong Ling heard a rustling sound from the bedside, it seemed that she took off her coat, threw off the quilt and fell asleep next to Rong Ling.

The bed is not too big, the two of them are very close, unlike Rong Ling who closed his eyes and fell asleep, Xie Qingwan's heart was beating like thunder, lying flat on the bed, unable to fall asleep for a long time.

The unique cold fragrance of Rong Ling floated in the air, Xie Qingwan breathed carefully, for fear of letting the people around him notice his greed.

After lying down for an unknown amount of time, Xie Qingwan still couldn't fall asleep, and stared at the bed curtain with wide eyes.

At this moment, Rong Ling who was beside him suddenly turned over, and Xie Qingwan was so shocked that his whole body couldn't stop tensing up, and he didn't dare to make any movements.

Standing in a stalemate like this for a long time, Xie Qingwan finally dared to turn his head to look at Rong Ling's gentle breathing.

With the moonlight coming in through the window, Xie Qingwan saw Rong Ling's delicate face beside the pillow, fair and radiant, with eyebrows like distant mountains, as if carved out of beautiful jade, so beautiful that there is no smoke and fire, but it can be seen from a distance And not to play with.

Xie Qingwan couldn't hold back, raised her hand and landed on Rong Ling's forehead, which was only a layer of paper away, but she didn't dare to move forward, but slowly moved her fingertips down, skipping between her eyebrows, the tip of her upturned nose, Finally, it landed on Rong Ling's ruddy lips.

"Master..." Xie Qingwan shouted silently without making a sound.

Look at me one more time, don't let your eyes fall on other people.

After waking up, Rong Ling felt refreshed, only to realize that Xie Qingwan beside the pillow was no longer there.

Rong Ling just pretended that she had already returned to town, pushed the room and walked out.

On the roof of the stove house in the east, smoke curls up, wrapped in the morning smoke, dense like ink painting.

The master's house was busy, so Rong Ling was naturally embarrassed to wait, and stepped into the kitchen, only to see a familiar figure.

It turned out that Xie Qingwan was wandering around the pot, seeing Rong Ling coming in, she rolled her eyes: "Master..."

Rong Ling was about to say something when Cui Liu, who was setting fire to the fire, said cheerfully, "This disciple, Immortal Chang, is really good. He can work faster than people in my village, and he can cook noodles well. This girl who looks so juicy is not like my little boy who can do nothing but play with mud, she is really a dragon and a phoenix, and a son born of a mouse can make holes."

Rong Ling automatically ignored her strange metaphor, and was about to ask Xie Qingwan when to leave, but she said first: "Master, eat something first."

With that said, Xie Qingwan brought a bowl of cooked noodles and placed it on the wooden table beside Rong Ling.

Rong Ling looked down and saw that the thin noodles were cooked together with the wild mushrooms picked from the mountains. The clear soup was dotted with a layer of green onion, and it was steaming hot and smoking. The aroma was really attractive.

"Okay..." Rong Ling didn't say much, and sat down to have breakfast with the Wu family.

The noodles cooked by Xie Qingwan perfectly suit Rong Ling's taste. She seems to be eating slowly, but she even drank the soup.

After breakfast, Rong Ling wanted to check with Wen Qi into the mountain, Xie Qingwan followed her step by step, holding a bamboo basket in his hand.

"Didn't they tell you to go back to town?" Rong Ling said, "What are you going to do?"

Xie Qingwan scratched his head, as if he was embarrassed: "I know that my mana is weak and I can't help the master, but I don't want everything to be under your protection. I'm going to the mountain to pick fungi. When Shizun comes back, he will at least have chicken soup with wild mushrooms to warm his stomach."

"Master, don't worry, the disciple didn't eat other people's things for nothing, I gave money." Xie Qingwan added solemnly.

Rong Ling couldn't tell what was going on in her mind, she clearly wanted to stay here and not leave.

Even though he knew Xie Qingwan's intentions, when Rong Ling said the words, he unconsciously changed into: "Don't go to the deep mountains, just walk around near the village."

After all, she was still a little worried, and took out a sound transmission mirror from the storage bracelet and handed it to Xie Qingwan: "If you encounter any danger, remember to transmit the sound to me."

Unexpectedly, he got this thing by accident, Xie Qingwan was overjoyed, and took it as if it was a treasure: "Yes, thank you Master, my disciple will definitely not cause you any trouble."

"Hmm..." Rong Ling nodded, and then said to Wen Qi who was waiting at the side, "Let's go..."

When we parted at the fork in the mountain path, even though Xie Qingwan still felt that Wen Qi next to Master was an eyesore, he couldn't hide his joy, holding the sound transmission mirror in his palm happily, reluctant to put it away.

Until Rong Ling walked away, the lingering voice in his mind sounded again, sarcastically saying: "It's just a sound transmission mirror, so I'm so happy, in her eyes, you are just a child who needs to be taken care of. "

Xie Qingwan smiled on his face, his five fingers tightened suddenly, and he didn't even notice the pain in his palm from the corners of the sound transmission mirror: "Shut up, it's not your turn to tell me how I am with Master."

"Hehe, I want to say, what can you do to me? The way your master looks at you is the same as the way he looks at that male disciple. Do you think she has you in her heart or not?"

Xie Qingwan knew well that what the demon said was not wrong, but he still insisted: "So what, one day..."

One day, Shizun will have her own place in Shizun's eyes, and one day, she will be strong enough to stand with Shizun.

The inner demon dismissed it: "For a weak monk like you, I'm afraid that before that day, your master has already had a new Taoist partner, and he will completely forget about you."

"Shut up!" Xie Qingwan interrupted it abruptly, took out something from his sleeve, and swiped hard on his arm.

It was the time of apprenticeship, Rong Ling gave Xie Qingwan the dagger.

Blood immediately overflowed, dripping and dripping among the grass.

Driven by the pain, Xie Qingwan snorted softly, his eyes were also stained with scarlet, but he still fought against the demon: "You don't deserve to mention her at all."

The inner demon was silent again, Xie Qingwan let the wound drip with blood, and ripped off a piece of fabric from the skirt to bind it up.

There are countless similar wounds in the similar position of the skin.

Some were scarred, and some bloodstains had not yet dried.

It was during this period of time that Xie Qingwan found that whenever the inner demon broke out, there was only this way to calm it down, so she chose to attack herself without hesitation.

The pain of the skin is far less than the pain of being cut in the heart, even though it is inconvenient to bandage with one hand, Xie Qingwan still does not change his face, and he does not even notice the wound.

After a while, after bandaging the wound, she calmly picked up the bamboo basket that fell to the ground just now, and walked towards the woods.

There is no time to delay, she still has to pick mushrooms and go back to cook chicken soup for Master.

The author has something to say: Alright... the 12 or so owed on the 4000th redefines the ninth day)