Asura Field Raiders [Cultivation]

The first layer of the secret realm is not an arena where everyone competes with each other, but an illusion.

Gu Jihuan's expression had faded from the timidity and cowardice in front of Qi Qinghe, and now he put his fingertips on the hilt of the sword at his waist calmly, and frowned slightly as he looked around the misty surroundings carefully.

There is no sound or figure, as if in a void.

There was a sudden flash in her eyes, and she remembered the secret realm that her master had taken her to before, and there were many phantoms in it that were specially designed to test the practitioner's xinxing. Which is.

The girl pursed her lips lightly, and stroked the tassel of the sword hanging down from the hilt with her fingertips, her heart became much more stable and calm in an instant.

This is what Master did for her.

The master is unruly and lazy, and he never pays attention to his own clothes on weekdays, but he always arranges everything for her silently, and is even willing to weave small things such as sword tassels and peace knots for her by himself according to the patterns on the map Then, in the name of a mortal festival, she quietly placed it beside her pillow.

Gu Jihuan once saw a woman knitting things by chance. She frowned and seemed a little impatient with such trivial and troublesome things, but her slender and white fingertips never stopped, and she was using her spiritual power to look at the things on the side. Atlas, after noticing Gu Jihuan's gaze, he immediately turned his head and glanced over, put away the things in a moment of discomfort, and urged her to take a medicinal bath.

Awkward and...cute.

Master is always so kind.

The girl slowly recalled these things that sweetened her heart, she couldn't help but slightly bent her lips, the edges of her sharp eyebrows softened a little, she rubbed the tassel under the sword hilt with her fingertips, and slowly raised her eyes look around.

The gray clouds and mist are changing extremely quickly, as if reappearing some scene.

Gu Jihuan squinted his eyes, clenched the hilt of the sword a little bit, his eyes were condensed, and he looked carefully at the phantom that was reproduced little by little.

However, at the next moment, her expression suddenly paused, her eyes widened subconsciously, her fingertips suddenly loosened, and the sword intent that was ready to go could no longer be released.

The figure in front of him was a girl.

Wearing a fiery red dress adorned with gold silk and jewels, with golden bells as decorations, a long twisted braid is draped over the back, and a bracelet of gold bells is worn on the slender wrist. The snow-white calf and the embroidered shoes dotted with moist pearls are looming.

She wore a silver mask on her face, only showing soft lips and a small and delicate chin, and her whole body seemed to be shining, as if a proud little sun had fallen in the dark forest here.

Gu Jihuan stared blankly, and unknowingly couldn't help sticking out his fingertips to the girl.

It was so familiar that even though only her chin was showing, she could recognize this figure without looking.

It's... Master.

He is a warm and bright master who is still young.

Gu Jihuan stared at the figure intently, a helpless and soft smile unconsciously appeared on his lips.

No wonder Master always buys bright and bright clothes for her, it turned out that Master liked it when she was young.

She listened to the girl teasing the group of disciples who were not far away wearing white school uniforms naughtily and arrogantly, and the feet exposed under the long skirt dangled slowly, delicately and charmingly, as if they were all dangling in the air. on the tip of her heart.

Gu Jihuan's throat suddenly tightened, and the color in his pupils became more intense, and there was a faint flash of... the color of infatuation that she dared not show the slightest in ordinary days.

The surroundings are all glimpses, only the girl sitting on the branch playing and sitting on her knees is reflected in her eyes.

All of a sudden, the girl pushed aside the branches and leaves and poked her head out to look at her as if in some pleasant surprise, and smiled happily with the corners of her lips curved.He stretched out his tender fingertips to point at her, and the golden bell on his wrist rang crisply, covering up the sudden violent heartbeat in Gu Jihuan's heart.

The girl in the red dress smiled coquettishly: "You, just you, follow me."

Gu Jihuan's phoenix eyes widened a bit, and she raised her head blankly to look at her, her heart was beating violently, her thoughts were blurred, but the corners of her lips curled up in this trance.

She subconsciously took two steps forward, nervously and cautiously raised her hands towards the girl, her eyes were firmly fixed on the girl, and she couldn't bear to move away for a moment.

At this moment, she seemed to have forgotten about the trial and competition, forgot that she was in an illusion at this time, and forgot the consequences of being lost in it.

She just couldn't control the little bit of joy overflowing from her heart, and the indescribable emotion that was suppressed so well on weekdays spewed out in an instant.She looked at the laughing girl on the branch, but she couldn't realize how hot and taboo her eyes were. The fingertips she carefully stretched out were almost trembling, her throat was dry and tight, and her chest was tight. The heart in the heart slowly hangs in the air.

Finally, the charming girl leaped down from the branch like a beautiful butterfly, her red skirt fluttered, and the golden bell swayed non-stop, floating into her arms.

The smile on Gu Jihuan's lips grew stronger, and he quickly opened his hand towards her, subconsciously standing on tiptoe because of nervousness.

However, her smile stiffened in the next moment.

The most beautiful night butterfly here did not fall into her arms, but penetrated her body, and was caught by a female cultivator in a white Taoist robe.

The sound of the golden bell passed by her ears, and Gu Jihuan watched helplessly as the girl passed through her like a shadow and fell towards another person.

With a suddenly gloomy expression, she stood stiffly on the spot, slowly withdrew her hands, and looked sideways at the female cultivator who was catching the girl, her eyes couldn't help showing a bit of gloom and hostility.

The girl hugged the nun's neck happily, nestled in the nun's arms, laughed softly, and called the nun softly and provocatively...

Luo Xiaoxian Jun.

Gu Jihuan watched coldly, his eyes slowly gliding across the nun's cheeks, and finally remembered who she was.

Qi Qinghe once found an atlas for her, which recorded all the famous people in this era, from the great powers of the four directions to the bastards of the small clans, from the date of birth to their life stories.

There is a page in it that remembers Luo Yunyi, the world-famous Daoist of the Xuanshan sect.

It is also the only natural Dao bone in this era.

The heart hanging just now had dropped into the abyss at this moment, Gu Jihuan couldn't help closing his eyes due to the dizziness of emotional weightlessness, and finally regained his senses, and lowered his eyelids to cover up the darkness in his pupils.

She is very unhappy.

She was... jealous.

Gu Jihuan tightly held the sword tassel hanging down from the hilt, and when he looked up again, he saw the surrounding scenery changing instantly.

She saw the girl's delicate face after taking off the mask, but on that familiar cheek was a flamboyant and bright face that she had never seen before, and only the figure of Daoxiu was reflected in the beautiful peach blossom eyes.

They seem to have known each other a long time ago, and now they meet again, and they are even more lingering day and night.The girl who was teasing and teasing others softened her posture in front of the female cultivator, coquettishly and shamelessly, and discussed together to meet the female cultivator's teacher before getting married.

Gu Jihuan watched seriously from the side. She looked at the girl's lively expression lovingly and greedily, but a sour taste overflowed from her lips and teeth, and she was also surprised by the surging emotions in her heart.

It was all jealousy, all the sourness that made her feel terrible.

Gu Jihuan watched the illusion change in a blink of an eye, and the surrounding scenery had come to the day when they went to Xuanshan Gate together.

The always charming girl changed everywhere, replaced all the bright accessories, and no longer applied the rouge and lip gloss that she loved in daily life. Even on the spirit ship, she kept looking at the mirror a little restlessly and anxiously checking her attire. Is it decent.

In order for Luo Yunyi's teacher to accept her, she willingly lied that she was just a casual cultivator, changed into clothes she didn't like in daily life, restrained the wanton perversity in her eyebrows, and pretended to be decent.

Such a proud and unscrupulous person would become so careful for a female cultivator, which made Gu Jihuan feel even more sour when he saw it.

However, the misfortune still came.

The surrounding clouds dissipated, and then condensed again to change the scene.

Gu Jihuan frowned and looked around, it should be in the Xuanshan Gate.

But in the next second, her face changed suddenly, and she rushed towards the figure flying out of the palace like a shadow, trying to catch her in vain.

Passing through again, the part touched by her fingertips turned into smoke, and then condensed into shape.

The girl in the blue dress was covered in blood. She prostrated on the ground and looked up at the hall, as if she wanted to say something, but the blood from her lips couldn't stop gushing out, making her face pale instantly.

"Master!"

Gu Jihuan ran to her side in a panic, but out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a terrifying sword force suddenly shot from the palace, which instantly penetrated the girl's shoulders, making her unable to struggle any longer, her face pale and embarrassed Lie on the ground, fingertips still trembling and struggling to stick out towards the hall.

"...I'm not a monster..."

"...I haven't cultivated magic..."

It wasn't until Gu Jihuan got down on the ground and got closer that she could clearly hear the girl's whispering words.

Just two short sentences made her eyes turn red.

What about Luo Yunyi?

Where is Luo Yunyi?

Master treats her like this, entrusts her with full of love, why is she being bullied like this? !

When the master was suffering, where was the famous Daoist? !

The girl raised her eyes and stared at the main hall with the last little hope, but she waited until the head of the Xuanshan Sect came and sent the girl down the mountain with spiritual power, and the nun didn't show up again.

Then, the sky became dark and suddenly it began to rain heavily.

Gu Jihuan saw how the proud and lively girl curled up on the ground pale, pursed her lips and buried her head, suppressing the sobs in her throat.

The blood pouring out from a steady stream stained the land red, and the new dress that was carefully selected not long ago was already in tatters, and there was not a single piece of it on her body. .

With red eyes, Gu Jihuan silently knelt beside her, stretching out his fingertips to block the raindrops falling for her, and suddenly there was a cyan skirt in his sight.

But before she looked up, the surrounding scenery changed again.

Here is...in a room, Gu Jihuan saw Daoxiu kneeling in the room at a glance.

Her forehead seemed to be wounded, it was wrapped in gauze, her face was haggard and pale, when she appeared, she kept looking around with anticipation and panic.

what to look for?

Gu Jihuan looked at her coldly, slightly rubbing the hilt of the sword with his fingertips.

Probably not found, the female cultivator fell down on the couch in despair, looking at the ground not far away with some emptiness in her pupils, just quietly waiting for someone, until a wisp of incense mist suddenly rose from the incense burner, Her eyelids trembled slightly, she frowned, and closed her eyes sleepily.

Not long after she fell asleep, a figure slowly appeared in the room.

It's... Master!

Gu Jihuan's eyes lighted slightly, his fingertips moved down from the hilt of the sword, and he looked at the girl who appeared full of pity, and followed her step by step, watching her slowly approach the female cultivator lying on the ground. On the soft couch, he stretched out his fingertips and pressed the nun's neck, causing Daoxiu to fall into a deeper sleep.

The girl doesn't look well.

She changed into blue clothes, but there was faint blood overflowing as she walked, and there was no blood on her cheeks, her brows and eyes were dull and tired. At this moment, her black hair was loose, and she was quietly sitting on the side of the soft couch watching the female cultivator sleep. With her gone face, her always bright peach blossom eyes were numb and dull, with a bitterness that couldn't go away.

She stared blankly for a long time before she looked back at her palm, her pale lips moved, and said in a hoarse voice:

"...I have worked for them for 20 years, and there is only one last task before I can leave the organization and be no longer restrained."

"...It's fine to live as a casual cultivator after leaving the organization. He Qingqing is the name my master gave me. If I want to change my identity, I naturally don't want to have anything to do with them. My surname is Qi, and I choose Qinghe I'll call you Qi Qing and reconcile..."

The girl said in a low voice, she paused suddenly, her eyes trembled slightly and she smiled wryly.

"I wanted to give you a surprise, but now it's not very interesting..."

The corner of her lips tugged slightly, and she looked sideways at the nun on the couch, hesitated for a while, and carefully stretched out her fingertips to caress the nun's cheek: "... born with a strong character..."

"...a natural talent that is rare in ten thousand years...how did I meet..."

The girl murmured softly, smiled bitterly, shook her head slightly, her eyes lingered on the nun's cheek, and finally withdrew her hand.

She sat quietly for a long time, until the smoke in the incense burner had dissipated, then she stood up a little stiffly, took off the golden bell bracelet on her wrist and gently put it on for the nun, and took another thin piece of paper.It is no longer the flamboyant flamboyance in the past, but a line of lowercase script written in earnest stroke by stroke.

[Give you the soul-calling bell, and I will never know each other again. 】

I only hope that you will have no worries, and your future will be unimpeded.

pat.

Crystal tears fell down the skirt of the skirt, the girl quietly put down the paper, and her figure dissipated here like a cloud.

At the last moment, uncontrollable drops of water flowed from the red eye sockets, slowly sliding down.

Gu Jihuan's outstretched fingertips clenched tightly, but he couldn't hold the girl's shadow.

She slowly put down her hand, closed her eyes, and looked sideways at the woman on the couch, the cold murderous intent in her pupils churned.

In an instant, a silver light appeared, and the fierce sword energy split and pierced the area, and the figure of the female cultivator disappeared under the sword.

Phantom Break.

Seeing that the dark color in the water mirror finally faded, the woman in the hall who kept her head on Gu Jihuan's side couldn't help raising her eyebrows, slowly turned the long-handled pipe in her hand, and squinted in satisfaction. Mo Zi took a deep breath, leaned lazily on the backrest, and took another bite of the snack that his subordinate just brought.

During the illusion trial, people outside cannot spy on it. Only when the illusion is broken can they see the condition of the tester.

Qi Qinghe looked around with his divine sense. Gu Jihuan's speed of breaking through the illusion is extremely fast. Most people are still addicted to it and cannot extricate themselves, and many people have been eliminated by the illusion and sent out.

Ah, even the water mirrors at the Xuanshan Gate opposite the seats in Baiyulou are still shady.

The woman tilted her head slightly, and slowly exhaled a mouthful of white mist, her red lips curled slightly.

If she wants to act, she must act realistically and comprehensively. Not to mention the process and ending of the strategy, even the identity and background, she has found someone to make up for it.

Now if someone spends a lot of effort to check He Qingqing's identity, they will naturally find out that she was born as an orphan, was brought up in an organization since childhood, and was later trained as a bounty hunter because of her outstanding talent.

So, Qi Qinghe is not afraid of illusions and retrospective mirrors at all.

The woman glanced sideways at the figure in the mirror, and a deep smile flashed in her eyes.

Yo, her good apprentice met someone.

Not only did they match, but they were about to win.

The woman was playing with the pipe in her hand in a good mood, but she didn't seem to notice the burning eyes on the other side.

But after a while, when her precious apprentice was able to kick the man in fine clothes out of the secret realm with the last sword strike, an old man's angry shout suddenly sounded in the hall.

"What a vicious little girl!"

In the Guanyun Tower on the left side of the Xuanshanmen seat opposite, a silver-haired old man in the out-of-body stage suddenly slapped the table, and then he wanted to put his spiritual consciousness into the secret realm to help his disciples.

As soon as this move came out, everyone in the hall frowned.

However, before they could open their mouths, a fierce and terrifying coercion rushed towards the old man, crushing the old man, his neck was pinched and tightened by invisible spiritual power, and the cracking sound of bones shattered slowly. It rang a bit.

The woman in the gray robe leaned lazily on the backrest, tapped the pipe with her fingertips on the table, and the white mist overflowed from the red lips, floating in the air in a beautiful and lingering way, covering half of her masked cheeks.

While the tassels were swaying, she pursed her lips and snorted lightly, cast her cold eyes on the old man pinched by her spiritual power, her voice was slightly hoarse: "The young ones are beaten, the old ones are here, this is Guanyun Tower rules?"

To be able to crush the out-of-body stage so easily, this must be a great ability above the fusion stage.

There was silence in the hall, and the eyes of all the people secretly passed by the subordinate who was standing behind her in the Taoist uniform of Baiyulou, and there was concern in their hearts, and no one spoke for a while.

It's true that Guanyun Building has no rules, and wanted to intervene in the Dabi test in front of everyone at the questioning meeting.

How did this brain grow?

Luo Yunyi looked at the woman quietly, but did not speak.

"Elder Wu is impatient, Your Excellency misunderstood, so I apologize for Elder Wu, I'm really sorry."

The other consul of Guanyun Building couldn't help but hold his forehead, and he also complained in his heart about the landlord who recommended Elder Wu to participate in the questioning meeting.Knowing that he has the wrong temperament and is easy to cause trouble, he just hides it, and now it's all right, but there is a commotion on this occasion.

The woman crossed her legs and sighed softly: "It turns out that I am sick and my brain is not working well."

She moved her fingertips slightly, and the coercion that was pressing on Elder Wu was suddenly withdrawn, regardless of the man whose face was red and hideous after being pinched, he just lowered his head and took another puff of cigarette.

"Be careful next time, if I get sick again and accidentally hurt my good apprentice, I will be sad."

The woman slowly exhaled the cigarette, and tapped the pipe on the table with her fingertips.

Although the voice sounded like a joke with a smile, the meaning behind these words was arrogant and presumptuous, a blatant threat.

The consul of Guanyun Building turned dark, but he had to swallow his breath in front of so many people, so he pressed down Elder Wu with a sullen face, and sat back in his seat.

It turned out to be for the apprentice.

Everyone was stunned, couldn't help but look at the figure in her water mirror, and silently remembered this person.

Qi Qinghe raised his eyebrows, raised his hand to lightly support his forehead, still leaning lazily like a boneless one, but he sighed in his heart.

Just now, she noticed another scorching gaze.

Compared with Luo Yunyi, he is quite restrained.

But this breath is really familiar...

The majestic Demon Empress is not staying in the Demon Realm, what is she doing outside all day?

Doesn't she need to deal with official business?

The author has something to say: Huan'er: Kill her, kill her! ! ! (crazy with jealousy)

Jiujiu: Official affairs can never be finished, but there is only one daughter-in-law!

感谢在2021-08-2423:46:11~2021-08-2522:57:58期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~