Sick Beauty [Rebirth]

He is climbing the ladder.

The sun was scorching hot, Tianzong's three thousand long steps, he had only walked halfway, and his head was already sweating.

A gust of wind passed over his head, blowing his long hair flying.Curiously, he raised his head and saw someone with a sword passing by.

I heard that only powerful monks in the Nascent Soul stage can fly with the sword. He has not yet entered the sect, but he has already met such a powerful master.

Is this the number one fairy gate in East Asia in the legend?

The longing in his heart was even worse, he touched the little Moyu hanging around his neck with care.

Finally reached the end of the long steps, someone was standing there.

The man was dressed in white, with a beautiful and soft appearance, and looked very friendly. When he saw him, he stared at him for a moment, and made accessories from his face to his body, and then walked towards him with a smile.

"Finally waiting for you."

The other party? Tell him that his name is Rong Ran.

tolerance.

It turned out that this was the name of the person he saved in the Taolin back then.

He looked around curiously, everything in the sect made him feel novel.

When passing through the outer gate of Zangxiu Peak, I saw a very tall tree on the top of the peak, with bright red leaves interlaced with golden flowers, which looked very beautiful.

Rong Ran noticed his gaze and introduced with a light smile.

"That's the golden bell tree at the outer gate. The golden bell tree blooms all year round, and that golden bell tree has been at the outer gate for more than a hundred years. It has always looked so lush and lush? It's also a scene at the outer gate."

He nodded his head ignorantly, and asked, "Brother, are you going to take me to the outer sect to practice now?"

"No," Rong Ran said gently, "Senior brother will take you directly to the inner sect now, and you will follow the senior brother to practice. The resources of the inner sect are much richer than those of the outer sect. You are my savior, and I will not treat you badly." of."

He was taken to Yanhui Peak by Rongran.

Rong Ran arranged for his residence, and gave him the basic methods of the sect, as well as swordsmanship.He also warned him that appearance is the most useless thing for practitioners.

The other party? Gave him a mask and taught him to wear it.

He listens to Rong Ran very much, and also trusts and relies on her?

Just like they depended on each other in the peach forest and deep valley back then.

Even if he wears a mask every day, it attracts weird eyes from his classmates.

And because of this, he has been in Tianzong for many years, except for Rong Ran, he has not had a close friend.

Rong Ran was also very kind to him.

Visit him often, take care of him, send resource pills, and teach him swordsmanship.

Until the fire in the secret realm happened.

Sitting alone in the courtyard, he didn't understand why he brought back the God-returning pill that Rong Ran had been thinking about to the other party? But the other party came to see him less and less.

As if separated from him by a long distance.

Because of his childhood experience, the cold and deep palace walls of the Yaori Palace brought him shadows, and he was very afraid of being alone.

Back then in Peach Blossom Forest, Rong Ran had already left him once.

He didn't want to be left behind by the other party.

However, she deliberately went to see him, but Rong Ran always avoided seeing her.

The resource exercises that would normally be brought to him no longer appear at all.

He was forced to learn to practice alone in Tianzong.

Going to Xingquanfeng to accept the mission of the sect, he was surrounded by disciples of the same sect to make things difficult, and a man with a high crown in Xuanfu passed by, and he drew his sword to rescue him.

That sword light is beautiful.

With his cultivation base and vision at that time, he had never seen such a beautiful sword technique.

"Big Brother."

He heard those Zongmen disciples call that person like this?

Big Brother He Lanze.

He was thinking about the other party? That time he helped him, he was thinking about the sword light that dazzled him, and with the feeling of wanting to make friends with the other party?, he mustered up the courage to talk to the other party?

He Lanze obviously has forgotten what happened at that time.

His temperament is clean, and he seems very impatient with his questions.

Tried three times and four times, all in vain.

It wasn't until the gift prepared by himself was trampled on at the other party's birthday banquet that he realized that he was in the other party's heart. Perhaps, he didn't have a good impression.

The courage I had mustered up faded away.

So he shrank himself again.

He no longer went to look for Rongran, nor asked He Lanze for advice.

Eat alone, practice alone, and read in the bamboo building alone.The days? It's been a long time, and it seems that being alone is not so unbearable.

He accepted the mission of the sect and was going to deliver a letter to the outer sect.

When he came back and passed the Shuofeng Cliff, he saw the lush golden bell tree again.

The bell-like flowers of the tree are swaying in the wind, which is very cute.

Can't help but walk over.

But he found a person lying down under the Jin Ling tree.

Judging by the figure, it should be a teenager, or maybe a girl?

Blood flowed from the man's body.

He walked over quickly.

Turning the man over, he took a deep breath.

The man's appearance was burnt, what does he look like? Scarred, ugly and hideous.

If he hadn't been used to seeing himself burnt in the mirror, he might have been frightened and fled as soon as he saw the other person's appearance.

It's just that the man's real injury was not on his face.

But in the waist and abdomen.

A few deep whip marks stretched across the opponent's waist, the wounds were torn, and the blood and flesh rolled. It can be seen that the person who used the whip was merciless.

How could someone treat Tianzong disciples so hard?

He frowned deeply, ripped off his white clothes, helped the man treat the wound on the waist and abdomen, and then bandaged it properly.

Feed the other party a few healing pills and observe the other party's situation.

The other party? Woke up quickly.

Almost as soon as he fed the medicine, he slowly opened his eyes.

The scars on the opponent's face are ugly, but they have a pair of beautiful eyes.It's just that those eyes and pupils are very dark and heavy, empty and dull.

The other party looked down at the white clothes tied to the wound on his waist and abdomen, and stood up with force. He didn't say a word, thanked him, and turned to leave.

He stopped the other party and raised his voice to ask.

"Where are you a disciple? It is forbidden to use torture privately in the sect. Who made you suffer such a serious injury?"

The man did not speak.

Still walking slowly step by step, his movements? Like a stiff puppet.

He frowned. After all, he was more worried than others, and stepped forward to grab the other party.

The opponent is thin and thin, and his height only reaches his shoulders.Looking at the body shape alone, it is still difficult to distinguish between men and women?

He softened his voice and asked, "What's your name? What's your name?"

The other party looked up at him, his dark eyes were like a pool of stagnant water.

He said: "Do you not want to speak? Or is there no way to speak?"

The other party? Still didn't speak, as if he was indeed a mute.

But even if you are dumb, you should at least give some feedback.

He couldn't help feeling a little discouraged.

Again? I wonder if I really don't have the ability to make friends with people.

The sky is dark.

Again, like this? Pulling and pulling can't make it look like this.

Moreover, he heard that the disciples of the outer sect all have the rules of night ban, and a late meeting may cause this person to be punished more severely, so he can only let the other party go back.But he couldn't help but call out to the other party again, and hurriedly organized his words: "I... I like to look at flowers, and I will come to Shuofeng Cliff in my spare time. If you are still punished by lynching in the future, you will Come here? Find me. Brother will definitely find justice for you."

It was the first time he called himself a senior brother in front of other disciples, his cheeks were slightly red, but it was hidden under the mask and could not be seen.

The other party paused in their footsteps and disappeared into the night.

The second time I saw each other under the golden ling tree was half a month later.

I don't know? Is it because the whip wounds on the opponent's body were too shocking at that time, or because the scars on the opponent's face made him feel sympathetic? He has never forgotten that thin figure, and from time to time he would go to the outer door to look at it from a distance. A glance? Is there anyone waiting for him on Shuofeng Cliff?

From a distance, he saw the thin figure standing under the tree, wearing a disciple's robe, and the wind blew through the man's clothes, making them look more empty.He hurried over and found that there were no visible scars on the man's body this time, and the face covered by the scars could not be discerned. It's just that the bare hands looked pale, and the slender wrists seemed to be broken. .

Seeing him coming, the man blinked?The black hole in his eyes seemed to dissipate a bit, and the morning light shone in, giving off a little light.

He looked at each other worriedly, "Did you come here specifically to find me?"

The other party finally responded this time and nodded.

"Did someone lynch you again? Where is the injury? Do you need my help?" he asked with concern.

The other party? Shaked his head.

Then he took out something from his bosom.

is a flower.

A pure white impatiens shaped like a butterfly.The flowers bloom beautifully, and the petals are still full of morning dew.

The other party? Hand him the flowers.

He was stunned.

"Why, why did you send me flowers..." He paused.

He had a good memory, and soon remembered the excuse that he often came to Jin Lingshu because he liked to see flowers.At that time, he just said it casually, but he didn't expect that anyone would remember it in his heart.

This is the first time someone sent him flowers.

He pursed his lips, carefully took the flower over, rubbed the head of the person in front of him tentatively, and said in a soft voice, "Thank you, I like it very much."

The person in front of him didn't respond, but just let him rub, his eyelashes drooped and trembled slightly, and he looked like a very well-behaved little animal.

"What's your name?" he asked again.

The predecessor blinked his eyes.

He said helplessly: "It turns out that you really can't speak. Are you literate?"

The person in front of me shook his head.

He was even more helpless, "There must be a title." He glanced at the golden bell flowers falling all over the ground, and said, "We met under the golden bell tree, how about...calling you Ling'er?"

The other party? Blinked again?, and did not shake his head to refuse.

So he took it as the other party? He recognized the title.

"Ling'er." He repeated the name again, thinking it was very cute.

Although, it doesn't quite match the lifeless appearance of the person in front of him.

Ling'er blinked?

He felt that the other party was really like a small animal that only moved once it was poked.Those dark eyes? After looking at them for a long time, they are actually a little cute.

Thinking of the scars on the other party's body before, I feel even more pity.

With Ling'er's personality, she probably doesn't have many friends in the sect.

like him.

After thinking for a while, he took the other party's hand, sat under the tree, and told some interesting stories inside and outside the sect.

He really doesn't know how to speak, and after staying alone for a long time these years, he can't speak anymore. The content of the narration is so dry that even he himself feels a little embarrassed, but when he turned his head, he found Ling'er He seemed to be listening very seriously.So I regained my confidence and continued talking.

In the evening, Ling'er should go back.

After this time? He would see Ling'er under the golden Ling tree every once in a while.

Ling'er would bring him different flowers every time she came.

Those peanuts were delicate and beautiful, he would bring them home and put them in a vase in his study, and he would be in a good mood for a few days.

He told Ling'er the interesting things inside and outside the sect, and after the interesting things were told, he talked about swordsmanship, practice, and his own life.Linger is a good listener, no matter what he says, she listens very attentively.

In fact, he is not as used to loneliness as he imagined.

Being accompanied by someone is different from staying alone in that empty bamboo building?

He began to look forward to meeting Ling'er every time.

Jinling tree blooms in all seasons, lush and lush, and has never changed its appearance from early spring to late winter?

And there seems to be a tacit agreement between them, every month in the middle of the month, they will meet under the golden bell tree.

In the depths of winter, there was a thin snowfall on Qingyun Mountain.

He finished all the words he had accumulated over the past month, looked sideways, but found that Ling'er had fallen asleep.

This is rare.

Every time she listened to him speak, Ling'er was very serious and focused, and there seemed to be a glimmer of light in her dark eyes.

Are you too tired?

Or it is cold in winter, which makes people want to fall asleep.

Ling'er's clothes are a bit too thin. Although practitioners are not afraid of the cold, but Ling'er's cultivation base is clearly not yet established, so she should still feel cold to some extent.

So he took out a thin blanket from the storage ring and wanted to put it on him.

When she got closer, she could smell a bloody smell, overflowing from Ling'er's clothes.

He frowned.

He carried Ling'er back to his bamboo building and untied his clothes, but was startled by the dense scars on his body.

Many of those scars are old wounds, but some are still fresh and bleeding.

How can this be.

He clenched his fists.

These days, he didn't find any visible scars on Linger's body. He thought that the welt marks on Linger's body were just caused by the other party's teacher's anger, but only occasionally, and Linger didn't ask him for help afterwards , I didn't want to intervene in the other party's affairs.

Unexpectedly, Linger's abuse never stopped.

Every time I saw him, did he also come with scars all over his body?And he didn't realize it.

He applied medicine to Ling'er, used a bandage to treat the bleeding wound, and then sat on the edge of the bed, somewhat annoyed? Waiting for her to wake up.

When Ling'er woke up, her eyes were still hazy.

The outside world was already dark, Ling'er blinked and wanted to get out of bed.

He held Ling'er's hand and said in a deep voice.

"You are not allowed to go anywhere today, and heal me well here."

Ling'er blinked in confusion, looking down at the bandages on her body.

"Why? Why didn't you tell me when you got hurt." He said, "Those people... like this? How long have they been treating you?"

Ling'er didn't answer.

Once again he felt discouraged.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, the moonlight shines in.He sat next to Ling'er, didn't teach her? He left secretly, frowning, thinking for a long time.

He made a decision.

"From now on, you will stay here with me, don't go back again. What's the matter, I will protect you." He said, "But, you are an outer disciple? Life in the inner sect may be inconvenient It just so happens that I have already cultivated as a golden core, according to the rules of the sect, I can choose a disciple from the outer sect to accept as an apprentice."

He stared at Ling'er, "Are you willing to be my apprentice?"

Ling'er looked at him with her dark eyes open, the moonlight and his figure reflected in her pupils, and something seemed to be entangled in the depths.

After a long while, he nodded slowly.

He let out a slow breath.

Accepting apprentices was an impulsive decision, just to keep Ling'er in the inner sect and no longer be hurt by others.

But since he entered the sect, he has never been taught by a master, and he himself doesn't know how to be a teacher.

Moreover, he has always regarded Ling'er as his good friend, and now that he is a generation higher, he can't help but blush a little.With a light cough, he said, "Tomorrow I will take you to the Zongmen to register and get an identity token. I need your name. Can't you always be lingering? Calling you..."

I also remembered that Ling'er was illiterate and unable to speak, and it was unknown whether she even had her own name.But if Linger wants to live a stable life in the inner sect, it is better to obtain the identity token as soon as possible, so she said: "This is the first thing? Let's take my surname for now, and take back the identity token first. When you grow up, you will understand After you have learned how to read, I will help you change your name."

Ling'er was very well-behaved, and she just nodded obediently to his arrangement.

On the second day, he took the token engraved with the word "Ye Ling" and rubbed it in his hand, as if he liked it very much.

He bought new clothes for Ling'er, made another soft bed, and kept Ling'er neat and tidy.

The empty bamboo building finally gained some popularity.

As a teacher for the first time, he didn't know what he should do.

So I took a lot of books about the way of being a teacher from the Library Pavilion to study.

After burning the lights at night and reading for days, I finally gained some understanding.

So a lesson plan was made.

The first is to teach Linger how to read.After that, I will teach him the exercises and lead him to practice.Teachers need to teach by precepts and deeds, without partiality, and without hiding selfishness.

A teacher is like a father, and an apprentice is like a son?

Regarding the last sentence, he didn't quite understand it, just because he had never experienced the so-called family relationship between father and son in the first half of his life.It's just that he thought, since he is like father and son, he should put all his expectations and care on each other.

Linger is very smart.

There is no need to teach in detail, many things can be understood with just a little bit.

And after recovering from the injury, he would always take advantage of when he wasn't paying attention, so he would rush back and forth, tidy up everything in the bamboo building, and plant a sea of ​​flowers outside the bamboo building.

Perhaps the environment has changed for the better, and Linger's figure has also grown rapidly.

In less than half a year, he was already about the same height as him.

In fact, when he met her at the beginning, Linger's thin and thin figure made him misunderstand that she was a girl. He chose the name Linger based on his impression.Later, I found out that the other party was actually a teenager, and I was used to barking, so I didn't try to change it.

Linger's cooking is also delicious.

Appearance? Exquisite, especially in pastries? Sweets, do not know? Linger is from where to learn.Whenever he was tired from reading in the study, the other party would serve a cup of plum soup in summer, and warm a cup of sweet ginger tea in winter.Docile temperament, everything is appropriate.

He couldn't help thinking sometimes.

If it wasn't for Ling'er, she wasn't a woman...

Then? Force yourself to stop thinking.

Between master and apprentice, there is no talk of love, this is the Taoist rule.

Maybe he was lonely for too long, so he was throbbing with the companionship of his apprentice.It shouldn't be.

Ling'er is only sixteen or seventeen years old, but he really shouldn't have such thoughts about her.

So I deliberately extended the distance.

Ling'er seemed to be aware of it, but she didn't ask.

It's just that when he occasionally sits in the study, he will see Ling'er standing by the door, staring at him with those deep black eyes.

Ling'er's throat? Was injured by the divine fire.

It's also the fire in the secret realm that happened several years ago.

Over the years, he has found many ways to heal the other party.With little success.

Shenhuo's injury was intractable, he knew it.

Just like the scars on his face, he can still feel the burning pain.

He once thought that if he could return to the fire, he would not help Rong Ran find the magic pill, but try his best to rescue Ling'er at that time, so that Ling'er would not have to suffer from the incurable disease. Shenhuo suffered from injuries.

Therefore, he did not expect that one day, Ling'er would be able to speak.

The voice was hoarse.

Like the sound of dead branches being crushed in winter.Pronunciation is slow, one word at a time.

The other party? The first sentence he said to him was.

"Master."

Surprised? He raised his head from the scroll, and saw a slender young man standing in front of him, bent down, and covered the back of his hand on the page with his palm.

The young man yelled again.

"...Master."

After the surprise? It's a surprise.

"Ling'er, can you talk now?"

The young man gave a soft "hmm", and inserted his hand into his five fingers.

But he didn't feel anything strange, and continued to ask: "How does your voice feel now? If it's too forced, don't force it. Let's raise it first. We still have a lot of time, and we can slowly improve your voice." ..."

The young man looked down at him, and said softly, "I like Master very much."

His voice stopped abruptly.

He even suspected that he was hallucinating.

If not, how could he hear his apprentice confessing to him?

The young man leaned over and leaned closer, staring at him with dark eyes, and asked softly, "I like this? Master, why does Master... always avoid me recently."

The other party's breath sprayed on his cheeks, the distance was so close.

He couldn't answer.

His cheeks and ear tips were already stained crimson.

The young man said: "Master also likes me obviously."

His eyelashes trembled, "You... what are you talking about? What—" "Isn't it?" The young man held his hand and rubbed it in the palm of his hand.

Facing those dark eyes that seem to be able to see through everything, he found himself speechless.

He turned his face away, no longer looking at the other party, and said: "Between master and apprentice, no, no love is allowed, this is Taoist ethics, Ling'er, I only regard you as a disciple..."

Youth: "Master is lying."

He pursed his lips and stopped talking.

The atmosphere between the two fell silent.

There were warblers singing outside, accompanied by the rustling of bamboo leaves, the young man stubbornly held his hand, but in the end he was defeated.

He spoke? He wanted to change the subject.

"Ling'er, since you are already able to speak, you might as well tell me what your real name is. I also said before that when you grow up, I will help you change the name in the sect registration..."

The young man said: "I forgot. I just like the name Master gave me, so I don't need to change it."

"The name Ye Ling is too feminine after all..." he said.

But seeing the young man getting closer, he said softly: "If I were a woman? Son, would Master admit that he likes me?"

He blushed even more.

"Ling'er, you..." You were too close, and the young man's slender eyelashes seemed to fly into his eyes.

He continued: "No, it's not right? Well...well..."

Before he finished speaking, his lips were already kissed by the young man.

He usually wears a mask outside, but in the bamboo building, together with Ling'er, he never hides it.They are already "accustomed" to each other's "appearance", and will not feel frightened like outsiders.

But now, he thought, it would be fine if he still wore a mask.

It's really not something that can be said for a dignified Jindan stage monk to be breathlessly kissed by his foundation establishment stage disciple.

After Ling'er finished kissing him, she asked, "How does Master feel?"

But how can he tell what he is? How he feels.

I just felt my blood rushing and my heart beating fast.His face was burning red.

He got up suddenly, went out, and went to the bamboo forest.

run away.

Ling'er didn't chase him.

But he could feel the other party's gaze, which had been fixed on his back.

For three days in a row, they didn't speak again.

He is thinking about something.

It's about the relationship between him and Ling'er.

Ling'er is still very young, so she probably doesn't know much about love affairs.The reason why I like him is probably mostly because of dependence.He is older than the other party, so don't make mistakes just because the other party doesn't understand.

Besides, he is still the other party? Master.Master and apprentice father and son? At Ling'er's age, it is indeed time to teach him some common sense about personnel affairs.

So he called Ling'er to the study, and carefully explained his thoughts to the other party, hoping that Ling'er could understand his painstaking efforts.

Ling'er laughed hoarsely.

"Master, I had a dream last night." Ling'er said, "In the dream, there were only Master and I. We are very close, not the intimacy of master and student, nor the intimacy of friends, but a deeper one. ... close."

"Even so, Master still thinks that I don't understand anything?"

He blushed again.

More than blushing.Even my heart seems to be on fire.

There seemed to be a kind of emotion that he had ignored for a long time, mixed with the usual doting and pity for the youth, forming an emotion that was hard to describe, but made his mind slightly dizzy.

He has no reason to refuse the youth's confession.

Ling'er came over to embrace him and kissed his eyelashes.

His eyelashes trembled, but he didn't push the other person away after all.

When Linger first met, she looked like a docile little animal.

Now he knows that the other party is an insatiable wolf.

If you hug and kiss, you want more.

But he always has no way to refuse the other party?

During the trial, immoral fear kept haunting his heart, and he trembled violently.

Ling'er held him tighter and said to him: "Don't be afraid."

Spring has come.

The fragrance of flowers floats into the bamboo building with the wind, blending into a more intense fragrance.

Ling'er taught him not to be afraid, then turned around and called him Master.

One after another.

He wants to hide himself.Hide where no one can see?

But they were pulled by the other party to fly to the clouds together.

Because? He insisted that they still abide by the etiquette of master and apprentice.

It's just that the other party is holding back very much in front of people, and even crazier when people are behind.

Ling'er's body was always hot, as if there was a never-ending fire hidden inside.

Before entering the bamboo building, Ling'er pressed against the door and kissed him.

Suddenly, he heard a familiar voice from afar.

"Junior brother hasn't come to see me for a long time, so it turns out that he has accepted me as an apprentice."

Someone is holding a bamboo umbrella and standing in the sun.

It is tolerance.

Rong Ran's voice was slightly cold, but there was still a soft smile on his face.

"It seems that the younger brother has a good relationship with his apprentice, and the elder brother is really envious."

He hurriedly pushed Ling'er away, and shouted at her: "Senior Brother Rong."

Ling'er stood beside him without making a sound.

Rongran hasn't visited him in Zhulou for a long time.So much so that when he saw Rongran's face, he felt a little strange.

He walked over.

"I don't know? I know why senior brother came here this time." After a pause, he continued, "If senior brother doesn't mind, you can go into the room and have a cup of tea, sit down and talk slowly."

Rong Ran took a look? Ling'er beside him walked into the bamboo building.

However, she let him sit down, made tea by herself, and poured it for him.

He was a little flattered.

Then Rong Ran said: "I came here this time to invite my junior brother to go to a secret place with me."

He wondered: "What? What secret realm?"

Rong Ran smiled slightly on his face, and said slowly, "The Nether Secret Realm."

He had heard about the opening of the Nether Secret Realm, which created an uproar in the practice world.

It's just that most of the secret realms inherited from ancient times are dangerous. He has already been injured once in the mysterious fire in the secret realm, and he doesn't want to take this risk again.

However, Rong Ran has a slightly changed look on her face? Pray.

"Yun Lan, Senior Brother He Lan's retreat to the secret realm is led by me. But you also know that although I have a lot of friends in the Tianzong, there are not many people who can really deliver to the back. You are one of them. For the sake of our friendship for so many years, you should help senior brother with this favor." Rong Ran glanced again? Linger next to him said, "Not to mention that there are many treasures in the Nether Secret Realm, and even more The swordsmanship inherited from ancient times can be practiced by you and your apprentices. You have also accepted apprentices, so you should think more about your apprentices."

He was moved by the pleading in Rongran's words and the swordsmanship he said, he nodded hesitantly.

Rong Ran laughed and said, "So Yun Lan, three days later? See you on the flying boat."

Saying goodbye to Rong Ran, Ling'er who was silent beside him suddenly spoke.

"Master, that brother is not a good thing."

His complexion changed slightly.

Ling'er has always spoken directly, and is also very sensitive to the malicious perception of people.Most of the people who he says are not good things are really not good things.

He just opened his mouth in a low voice and said, "Brother Rong led me into Taoism, brought me into Tianzong, and took care of me a lot. He is not a treacherous person. Maybe he invited me to the secret realm this time for a reason. There are intentions to use it, but it doesn't do anything to me."

Moreover, Ling'er's improvement in cultivation in recent years made him quite worried.It stands to reason that Ling'er has been building the foundation for a long time, but her cultivation has been progressing slowly, as if something is blocking and devouring his cultivation.

However, when he asked Ling'er, Ling'er was always silent, or she said that she was incompetent, which disappointed him.After asking several times, he didn't dare to ask again, for fear of hurting his self-esteem.

If one can find a better method of practice and swordsmanship in the secret realm, and teach Linger how to practice, will it help Linger break through the shackles?

Just for this? He also wants to go to the secret realm for a while.

Ling'er was silent for a moment, then said: "I also want to go with Master."

He said: "No, your cultivation is only foundation building. There are many dangers in the secret realm, and it is difficult for a teacher to protect you."

Ling'er said: "I have a way to protect myself."

But he still said: "No."

That night, he was tortured by Ling'er all night.

But Ling'er seemed to have finally stopped? He asked him to go to the secret realm with him, so he relaxed his vigilance.

As a result, the Tianzong flying boat took off, arrived at Zhanxing City, and entered the Nether Secret Realm? Only then did he discover that Ling'er was among the gathered disciples of the Tianzong?

"You...how did you come here as a teacher without telling the truth." He said to Ling'er suppressing his surprise and anger.

Ling'er went to hold his hand silently, and said, "I don't trust Master."

What was in his heart? The anger suddenly dissipated.

Come here.

He can only protect his apprentice with all his strength.

Although he was so determined in his heart, he still shook off Ling'er's hand and said, "It's a big audience, what is it about?"

Ling'er nodded, retracted her hand, and followed behind him.

Xu Shi knew that she had done something wrong, Ling'er was too obedient all the way.

The Nether Secret Realm is extremely dangerous.

He encountered danger several times, but he always managed to save the day at the last moment, as if something was helping him.

It's just that he didn't think much of it.

Tianzong and his party successfully arrived at the third floor of the secret realm. Passing through the forest of ten thousand steles, they could see the bright beam of light of the magic weapon in the sky.

They were not the first team of monks to enter the third floor.

There are already many monks from all over the world, and most of them are scarred. They have suffered heavy losses in the previous two floors. They look at the magic weapon full of greed, and many of them are already in the state of immortality.

This kind of atmosphere makes the surroundings very heavy, as if the melee is about to start.

As the mountain wall parted, the uphill path of Fuyou Mountain was revealed, and the monks in the secret realm fell into madness.Countless people swarmed towards the mountain road, some were drowned by the killing array, and some were cut into blood clots. The mountain road covered with maple leaves couldn't tell which were maple leaves and which were blood.

"Yunlan, let's go up the mountain too." Rong Ran smiled at him.

So up the mountain.

They were considered to have predecessors to explore the way, all the way to the top of the mountain, but suddenly encountered a meteorite impact, he rushed over and pushed Rong Ran down, the two entered the killing formation, but when they turned around, they found that Ling'er followed into the killing formation.

The battle was dangerous, and in order to protect the two of them, he was seriously injured, and when he was on the verge of falling, he was hugged by Ling'er.

Ling'er said to him, "Don't be afraid."

While speaking, there were pitch-black shadows floating behind Ling'er. Although Ling'er's cultivation was only foundation building, she relied on those shadows to block the killing move in the secret realm.

They broke through the killing array and fell into the underground cave.

Ling'er's aura became extremely evil, with a gloomy and hostile air.

—Is it something he's never seen before?

Rong Ran fell down with them, fearfully looking at the darkness on Linger's body, wondering what? Thinking of something, she murmured: "What the man said is indeed true, there are monsters hidden in the Tianzong..."

"I advise you not to do anything to me," Rong Ran said suddenly, "Your master's body has already been killed by my poison, and now it is in my hands."

The shadow that had extended to the back of Rongran stopped.

He was seriously injured and held in Ling'er's arms, unbelievable? Eyes wide open? When did Rong Ran poison him?And why do you want to poison him?Aren't they friends, seniors and brothers?

Then he remembered the cup of tea that Rongran made for him when he came to the bamboo building to look for him.

Ling'er said hoarsely, "Hand over the antidote."

The soft smile on Rong Ran's face has disappeared, and he said coldly: "Do you think I'm a fool? If you want to work as your master, then follow my advice and do it."

Ling'er was silent.

The surrounding shadows are just around the corner.

Obviously, he didn't really believe Rong Ran's words.

Rong Ran sneered.

He suddenly felt a stabbing pain in his heart, and suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood.

Blood is pitch black.It smelled of rot.

Ling'er froze holding his hand.

"Find the way ahead." Rong Ran urged.

He felt Ling'er walking forward holding him, the young man's arms were steady and strong, but his heart seemed to be tightly clenched.

The poisonous Gu's pain and serious body injury made him half unconscious and half awake, and it was very difficult to stop and speak.

Rongran, why? Why—and Linger, what did you hide from him before? Why, why did this happen? Weird power...

The cave twists and turns, I don’t know? After a long time, I suddenly heard the sound of bats flying by.

In front is a side? Pool.

There was a sound of wind coming from the cave in the corner behind the water pool, and it was not far from the exit.

Rong Ran said, "You go first.