[Double Life] I Kill Master to Overcome the Tribulation of Love

Lan Yuan, the peak master of Lingyun Peak, Huali sat up weakly from the bed.His lips were pale, his forehead was covered with sweat, and he looked as sick as a sleepy civet cat.Her head rested on her knees, her head drooping and unwilling to move.

The faint morning light outside the window sill fell on his amorous eyelashes, as if a hazy spring was reflected from the fluttering wings.The clear and clear pupils trembled slightly, and looked towards the door.

Lin Xi came in with breakfast, saw him like this, and said worriedly: "Master, why are you up, be careful of catching a cold."

Hua Li: "It's okay, where's your junior brother?"

Lin Xi teased him on purpose: "Master is asking Erliang Junior Brother? He went to Yunjin Peak to find other disciples to play with."

Hua Li's eyes were lingering, she only looked at her with meaning, and didn't force her to ask.

Lin Xi smiled, not daring to procrastinate, and replied honestly: "Weiyun went to Xianyun Pavilion to practice swords early in the morning, so don't worry about him, Master. He is now a Golden Core cultivation base, and no one can hurt him." I got him. But you, Master, in order to ask Weiyun for a sword, was in vain cheated by that old man Wu Yuan into cultivating for a hundred years, and almost lost his life... ".

Every time Lin Xi thinks about this matter, she can't help but shed tears in her eyes.

She, Mo Lin, and Erliang are all troubled children rescued by Master from the people. Master worked hard to raise them and taught them how to practice tirelessly.Such a good master, it is not an exaggeration to say that they are their reborn parents.

"Has Weiyun had breakfast yet?" Hua Li didn't move his chopsticks, but asked with concern.

Huali knows Mo Lin best, he often forgets to sleep and eat when he starts practicing.

"Master, you eat first, and I'll send it to him right away." Lin Xi knew how much Hua Li cared about Mo Lin, so he said so.

"Okay, don't forget to bring him a cup of tea. After practicing for so long, he must be thirsty." Huali used to do these things himself, but since he lost his cultivation, let alone take care of Mo Lin, It was difficult to even get up.

Mo Lin, word: Weiyun.He was originally a slave of Master Ge's family in Dongyang City. Although his life is lowly, he was born with stunning beauty and charm.

Later, he could not bear the abuse and humiliation of Ge's family, so he escaped from Ge's family and lived on the streets.When Hua Li picked him up, he was covered in injuries, his left ear was deaf and his right leg was also crippled.

With a lame leg, he chased Huali all the way down the street, knelt in front of Huali, kowtowed like pounding garlic, weeping blood every word: "Please accept me as an apprentice, I am willing to be a cow or a horse for the immortal. "

Huali is used to suffering in the world, but she just can't bear to reject him.

Maybe it's the tearful person, too much like the hibiscus flower covered with morning dew outside Xianyun Pavilion, just looking at it one more time makes people feel happy.

Hua Li first took Mo Lin around to seek medical advice and heal his injured leg.After several times of unsuccessful treatment, Mo Lin felt despair, her peach blossom eyes were full of tears, her eyelashes drooped, and she asked Hua Li in a weeping and mournful voice: "Master, can my leg be cured?"

Hua Xin raised her hand in pain to wipe away his tears, curled up her pale fingers, held Mo Lin's tears tightly, and promised: "It will definitely be cured, if it can't be cured, Master will carry you for the rest of my life."

Huali really searched most of the world of comprehension behind Mo Lin's back, and only then did he find an expert hermit who healed Mo Lin's injured leg.

Afterwards, Hua Li brought Mo Lin back to the Ten Thousand Swords School, passed on his martial arts and mental techniques, accompanied him to practice swords, and read in the morning, day in and day out, day after day.When Hua Li found that he couldn't take his eyes off his beloved disciple, his heart couldn't be taken back.

This old and disrespectful master unexpectedly fell in love with his apprentice.

He is ashamed to express his dirty feelings, and has been unilaterally in love with Mo Lin.

Until this strong emotion could no longer be hidden, it showed from the corners of his eyes and brows, and was discovered by Mo Lin.

Until now, Huali still clearly remembered how he expressed his heart to Mo Lin.He completely lost the posture of a master, and was even humbler than when Mo Lin begged him to take him in.At that time, he fell down on the ground, tugging at Mo Lin's sleeve, so embarrassed that he didn't dare to look up at him, only dared to look at the toe of his shoe.His cheeks were burning hot, as if he had a high fever.Like a child who made a mistake, she whispered softly: "Weiyun, I fell in love with you, I..., I'm sorry, I can't control my heart."

At that time, Mo Lin did not leave, he said: "Mo Lin is willing to do anything for Master."

Hua Li thought that he agreed, and happily danced the sword dance in Xianyun Pavilion.With his clothes fluttering, his figure is graceful and moving, and the smile on the corner of his mouth is brighter than the spring.The self-talking sword was glowing with white light, which was condensed into fine snowflakes by him, covering the sky with frost, and falling on Mo Lin's shoulders.

Mo Lin looked at him with eyes as deep as a cold pool, and Hua Li was disturbed by his gaze.To cover up her embarrassment, Huali sticks out her tongue playfully at Molin.After doing such nonsensical actions, he regretted why he was so unsteady.Why is it messed up for no reason.

This scene happened to be seen by the suzerain Li Zhiqing, and he even teased him: "Jianyan is now the leader of the peak, why do you still escape like a young man who doesn't know much about the world?"

It's been a long time since Hua Li remembered the scene at that time, she would blushed unconsciously.

After he expressed his intentions, Mo Lin took the initiative to move to his dormitory Lanyuan that day. When he stood at the door of Huali's room with his bedroll in his arms, Huali was startled and embarrassed, and explained weakly. : "I'm not...so impatient."

Hua Li is willing to do anything for Mo Lin, including on the bed, and let him get whatever he wants, any rude request will be satisfied.

Mo Lin likes to bite the little mole on Huali's neck, and when he's not biting, he likes to rub that mole with his fingertips.He once said to Huali: "Master, the mole on your neck happened to grow in my favorite place."

Mo Lin broke through the foundation-building stage and completed the Golden Elixir.A swordsmanship cultivator cannot do without a high-grade spiritual weapon, otherwise his cultivation base will not be able to improve.In order to ask for a sword for Mo Lin, Hua Li took the initiative to approach Wu Yuan, a master swordsmith, and was willing to use [-] spirit stones to ask Wu Yuan to cast a sword for Mo Lin.

Unexpectedly, Wu Yuan made another unacceptable request: "This old man is old and weak, not to mention casting a sword, he can't even pull the bellows. Unless Lord Hua is willing to spend a hundred years for this old man, this old man can still do it." Give it a try."

The later in the practice, the harder it is to improve. The Nascent Soul stage is divided into twelve stages. It took Huali hundreds of years to practice to the late Nascent Soul stage. It seems that he is about to break through the last stage and advance to the stage of transformation.

But Wu Yuan made such a request at this time.

But Hua Li didn't think much, and immediately agreed to Wu Yuan's request.

When he dragged his frail body and returned to Lingyun Peak with a black-gold and purple-patterned spirit sword.

Only then did everyone know what stupid things he had done, the suzerain Li Zhiqing scorned him for the first time, and severely reprimanded him: "Hua Yanan, you can disregard your own body, but you can't disregard Ling Yunfeng's safety! As the lord of a peak, if you lose your cultivation, if a thief takes the opportunity to break in at this time, how should you deal with it?"

Hua Li was speechless, he knew that this matter was due to his lack of thoughtfulness and improper approach.

But as long as he thought of how happy Mo Lin would be when he saw the sword, he felt that everything was worth it.

Mo Lin really liked this sword very much. When Huali handed the sword to him, his eyes lit up, and he took the initiative to kiss Huali's cheek. Qingjue's face felt warm for the first time, he said : "Thank you, Master."

He has been calling Huali Shizun, no matter how the two of them are lingering in bed at night.As soon as the day dawned, he changed back to the aloof and arrogant Mo Weiyun who had no dust in his eyes.

Hua Li supported his heavy body and stood up. He didn't summon his disciples to come in to serve him. He awkwardly put on the complicated attire, straightened his hair crown, and went out to find Mo Lin.

Today is Mo Lin's official day of "choosing the way", and he must help him protect the law.

The founder of Wanjianzong is Haoyang Immortal Lord, and the orthodox Zhongtianjian of the swordsmanship he passed down is the right way and the smooth path.There are four cultivation methods under it, they are the "Hate of the Courtier" for the cultivation of Lanyue Peak Master Cang Yan, the main killing method, the "Huaxu Dream" for the main healing method of Huali cultivation, and the "Lady Lady" as the main and auxiliary cultivation method for Baihua Peak cultivation. "Sword", and the "sword in the box" practiced by suzerain Li Zhiqing.

The four kinds of swordsmanship are in harmony with each other, and if they cooperate properly, the sword array formed is invincible in the world.

Mo Lin is Huali's apprentice, so he should follow him to practice Hua Xumeng. When he chooses the way of swordsmanship and awakens the spiritual consciousness of Lingjian, he can officially become a superior swordsman.

Hua Li went straight to Xianyun Pavilion, he knew that Mo Lin was there.

Outside Xianyun Pavilion, hibiscus flowers are in full bloom.

In the past, Huali would come to Xianyun Pavilion every morning to admire the hibiscus, and his favorite place in Lingyun Peak was Xianyun Pavilion.

From a distance, he saw Mo Lin's standing motionless figure. The mountain wind blew his long hair like a waterfall, and the purple gold crown he wore was as elegant as a crown.With a tall and handsome figure, the Xianyun Pavilion embellished is like a fairyland where immortals come to visit.

Just a back view is enough to fascinate Huali's eyes.

"Weiyun..." After only a few hours of seeing each other, Hua Li called Weiyun as if reunited after a long absence, and his voice became hoarse, and he couldn't say anything else.

Mo Lin didn't turn around, he knew Hua Li was coming.But his eyes still stayed on the hibiscus tree that grew out of the gap in the cliff outside Xianyun Pavilion.

"Master, Hibiscus has opened," he said.

Hua Li dragged his sickly body, walked slowly behind him, looked at the colorful hibiscus flowers on the tree, and whispered: "This year's hibiscus flowers bloom really well."

"Master likes it, so just take a few more glances." Mo Lin still didn't look back at Huali.

Hua Li couldn't help feeling disappointed, and asked him, "Wei Yun, why haven't you started choosing your way yet?"

"No hurry, I'll accompany Master to appreciate flowers first." Mo Lin never liked to look at flowers and plants, all kinds of scenery and all kinds of tenderness in the world couldn't catch his eyes, and he didn't know what happened today, but he had the leisure to appreciate them bloom.

As time passed by, Hua Li gradually couldn't hold on anymore and leaned against the pillar behind him.

Mo Lin turned his head at this time, his eyes were full of frost and snow, but there was no trace of warmth.

With a gorgeous appearance, but it is so cold that it is not like a living thing.

"Weiyun, let's start. You need to pay attention when choosing the way. Dao becomes sword awakening. Don't hesitate when choosing the way. When drawing the sword, you only need a little blood on your fingertips to wake up the spirit sword..."

With a soft '呲' sound, Huali's voice stopped abruptly, and the spirit in his affectionate eyes disappeared in an instant.

He stared blankly at Mo Lin's sword piercing his chest, but he didn't know how to react.

"Weiyun...", he called him, but he should not.

Huali's spotless white clothes were drenched in fresh blood, and her strength was rapidly draining.

He hadn't felt the cold for more than 100 years. He didn't expect that before he died, the most unforgettable feeling would be-cold.

It's so cold, the cracks in the cold bones seem to be filled with ice balls.

Compared to himself, Mo Lin looked... colder.

He was like an iceberg that had been cold and silent for thousands of years, and even the blood that covered the sky and the ground did not warm his eyes.

"Master...".

At this moment, Huali's hearing was as weak as an old man, but he still understood that it was Mo Lin who was calling him.

He said: "Master, Zhuxin Sword is the most suitable for me. Thank you for your hard work and blood for leading the sword for me."

Hua Li almost forgot that Wan Jianzong also had the Heart-Puting Sword of Dark Sun Peak, and the evil swordsmanship created by Moxiu Muxue.But Mu Xue had already been locked up in the dungeon by their four main peak leaders and the five elders of Lingjian Peak, and even Dark Sun Peak was deserted.When did Mo Weiyun get involved with Mu Xue?He actually embarked on this path of evil heretics.

"Weiyun, why...why did you abandon the righteous path? Go...to cultivate the evil path?" Hua Li wanted to ask clearly, so he could die to understand.

"Master, you really know how to joke. I practice Taoism to avenge my revenge. Naturally, I want to cultivate the most suitable sword for killing people." Mo Lin said with a sneer.

The reason why the Punishing Sword is an evil way is not only because it requires the cultivator to sever love, but what is even more cruel is that when it draws the sword, it must kill the closest relatives and loved ones. The sword body is full of blood, and the spirit sword can condense the heart Sword consciousness.

Hua Li lost all strength, slipped and fell to the ground, holding his last breath and asked him: "Then what enmity do I have with you...?"

Mo Lin knelt down and looked down at him coldly: "Hua Yanyan, you annoy me from head to toe. The way you look at me and every word you say to me makes me extremely disgusted. Kill you thousands of times!" A hundred times, it is difficult to solve the hatred in my heart."

"In that case, why don't you...reject...me?" Hua Li asked intermittently, his breathing had stopped, and he only had his last breath left.

"Reject? Why should I refuse? First take you to heaven and then send you to hell, that's the fun, isn't it?" Mo Lin's mocking voice filled Huali's ears.

Hua Li raised his hand in vain to block the bleeding wound: "Wan Jianzong treats you well...".

"Master, don't worry, I'll only kill you alone. As for the others... a fire will burn them all to death." Mo Lin smiled, his smile was as bright as a bewitching girl or a ghost, and it could eat people's hearts.

After his words fell, a blazing 'white bone and red flame array' suddenly appeared in the sky. Big fireballs poured into raindrops, covering the sky and falling from the sky.The entire Wanjianzong was engulfed in a sea of ​​flames in an instant, the houses and cottages were on fire, collapsed and crashed, sparks splashed everywhere, and the heat wave scorched people's eyes.

Wan Jianzong, who had been peaceful for hundreds of years, was destroyed in one day, and the sect disciples with low cultivation level screamed, screamed and howled, as if they had fallen into hell.

"Sinister, I really regret... saving you that day...".

When Hua Li died, the self-talking sword, which was united with his spirit and soul, exploded its spiritual power, and danced the last sword style 'Flying Snow Mangu Village'.Heavy snow flew down, covering Mo Lin, just like the scene when Hua Li expressed his heart to him.

Wan Jianzong's flame went out, but Hua Li closed his eyes.

Hua Li is pure and flawless, even his sword style is as pure and spotless as a frosty snowy night.