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He Qingqing finally climbed out of the mine, her white dress was torn and her body was dirty.

Looking up, I suddenly saw a bright and flickering moon.

Without the veil of power, she saw everything more clearly.

The night sky is full of wind and clouds, the moon sometimes hides in the dark clouds, sometimes it shines brightly, and the wilderness changes from light to dark.

A heavy rain is about to fall.

The female cultivators who played "Tibetan Obscurity" before had already dispersed like birds and beasts.He Qingqing touched the storage bag to calm down her heartbeat

— There is a jade bottle filled with the sap of the supertree.

In the middle of the night, there was no sound.

There was no one patrolling along the way, and there was no light at all, so it was abnormally quiet.

He Qingqing rushed to the Lotus Peak against the wind, and saw a figure standing outside the Liuli Palace.

By the lotus pond, three thousand white hairs and arm veils flutter in the wind.

Fairy Jiangyun has a vicissitudes of face.Compared with a fairy with a beautiful face, she is more awe-inspiring and majestic.

Especially at this moment, the temples are full of wind and dust, and the brows are full of loneliness.

"Master, you are back!" He Qingqing was very pleasantly surprised, "I should go to the mountain gate to pick you up."

She walked forward quickly, like a child who had been wronged and found her mother.Not seeing each other for many days, she misses him very much.

Jiang Yun didn't respond.He just looked at her with cold eyes, as if looking at a stranger.

He Qingqing's smile gradually disappeared, and she was at a loss for a while.

Master must be tired when he returns from a journey of thousands of miles.

She decided to tell the good news first: "Master, I'm about to build a foundation."

The sap of the supernatural tree is unknown, it enters the purple mansion to generate aura, cleanses the meridians and removes impurities, and the miraculous effect of improving cultivation is better than any panacea.

He Qingqing started at a young age, had a poor foundation, and started late. Whose master would not be happy to hear such good luck.

Jiang Yun didn't seem to hear it.

"As a teacher, I ask you, why are you cultivating immortality?"

Her voice was very stern, and her expression was very solemn.

He Qingqing restrained her face, and saluted cautiously: "My generation of monks seeks the truth and ascension for our own sake."

The corner of Jiang Yun's mouth finally evoked a smile, but it was a sneer and a sarcastic smile, as if he heard a joke.

She raised her voice: "You worship me as a teacher and come to Xianyinmen to be a senior sister, what do you want?!"

He Qingqing didn't know what he did wrong, and the always friendly master suddenly spoke harshly.

She shivered in the wind, raised her skirt and knelt down: "I just want to practice diligently, lead by example, and in the future, I will shine in the sect and be my Xianyin sect..."

"Crack!" There was a crisp applause.

He Qingqing fell to the ground, covering her face in shock.

Anyone in Xianyinmen could hit her, but she never thought that Jiang Yun would hit her.

The night wind was stern, thunder was rolling in the sky, and the pond was full of red lotuses shivering.

Fairy Jiangyun approached and shouted loudly: "Tell the truth!"

Her voice was like a whip, and her anger ignited the entire Lotus Peak.

He Qingqing's head was in a daze, like falling into an ice cave, and her slender body couldn't help trembling: "I, I, the disciple only want to succeed in cultivation, and serve Master in the future..."

"How dare you lie?!" Jiang Yun roared, raising his hands high.

"Snapped!"

The corner of He Qingqing's mouth oozes blood in an instant, her cheeks are swollen, and her mutilated face looks even more ferocious.

Withered flowers and leaves were flying all over the sky, and a flash of bright lightning tore through the sky.

The two masters and apprentices faced each other in the thunder and lightning, like two desperate animals.

Thousands of silver lights fell from the sky, and the downpour finally fell.

He Qingqing fell to her knees in the cold rain.

The heavy rain hit her body hard, like thousands of silver needles that couldn't be avoided, piercing through the flesh and blood and drilling into the marrow of the bone.

Lightning illuminates the water, reflecting her broken face.From Qingya Academy to Xianyin Gate, it turns out that her life has not changed at all.

She suddenly laughed.

The laughter is getting louder and louder, stirring up the wind and rain.

Her tattered and dirty dress was soaked in muddy water.The raindrops fell on Jiangyun's body-protecting aura, evaporated instantly, and white mist rose up, appearing ethereal and lofty.

The master's sneering face overlapped with the disgusted cold face of Qing Ya's classmate, and overlapped with the meaningful smile of the Xianyinmen nun.

Countless faces flashed before her eyes through the rainy curtain.

"The little girl rescued by Manjusri in the middle of the night" became "the useless disciple brought back by Jiang Yun". After all, she was still He Qingqing who was bullied by others.

A song "Song of the Wind and Snow" can help her become famous overnight, but it cannot save her for a lifetime.

"Bah!" He Qingqing opened his mouth and spat out blood, "Bah!"

She raised her face high, her eyes widened, letting the cold rain blow:

"What do I want? What do you say I want? I want the most beautiful face in the world, I want to practice the strongest kung fu in the world, I want to marry a man who is unparalleled in the world. The place of burial!

"I want power, status, beauty and love, I want the best of everything!"

"I don't want everyone to like me, I want everyone to fear me! Get rid of his rules, get rid of his Xianyin gate!"

He Qingqing looked up to the sky and cursed angrily, her clothes and hair were drenched, and she was rampaging like a beast at the end of the road, hissing and roaring: "Why do you treat me like this! Why do you treat me like this!"

In the heavy rain, she uttered the most vicious words, words that she dared not say in her life.

There was lightning and thunder, and Jiang Yun suddenly burst into laughter.

"Okay, okay!" She applauded repeatedly, just like the night Qin tried to accept apprentices.

Jiang Yun leaned over and looked closely at He Qingqing's red eyes:

"If you dare to tell the truth, you are my Jiang Yun's apprentice. I accept you as my personal biography to see that you will become a great cause if you don't die of hatred. I don't want you to be the second Miaoyan!"

He Qingqing hadn't recovered yet, panting violently and trembling all over.

Jiang Yun's slightly cool fingers caressed the corner of her red, swollen and bleeding mouth:

"If you want to have the most beautiful face in the world, you must suffer the pain of thousands of cuts, and the pain of ten thousand ants eating your heart, are you afraid!"

He Qingqing raised her head and shouted: "Don't be afraid!"

"If you don't have a firm mind, you will risk your life, are you afraid?"

"Not afraid!"

Jiang Yun raised his apprentice with both hands, and said with a smile, "Master, please perform the spell."

"Amitabha." An old voice proclaimed the Buddha's name, "It's good, it's good."

He Qingqing was startled, and turned around following the voice, only to find that there was always a third person here.

The old monk stepped out from the shadow of the trees. He was tall and kind-hearted.

The raindrops fell on him, and no white mist rose up, as if soaking the cassock without leaving any trace.

"This is Master Wuxiang of the 'Music Hand Monk'." Jiang Yun said.

He Qingqing stared blankly at the old monk's face, and his hostility inexplicably subsided a little.

The non-phase god monk is not considered the strongest in cultivation, but his medical skills are superb, and his reputation for compassion spreads far and wide.According to legend, no matter how vicious and cruel Moxiu sees him, he will have a Buddha heart.

The old monk looked directly into He Qingqing's eyes: "The Gu poison has soaked through the skin and distorted the bones of the face. This technique of scraping the bones to cure the poison requires staying awake and enduring severe pain. The poor monk advises Fairy He to think twice."

He Qingqing saluted: "Master, I have made up my mind."