Bai Yueguang, who became a boss after escaping from death

It was dusk when Gu Jingyu came out from the Changqing Hall.

He was thoughtful all the way, but Qiu Zhaoye actually pointed out his moves seriously, and after his correction, the sword moves were indeed more exquisite.

This shocked Gu Jingyu, there is actually someone in this world who can optimize the exercises deduced by the system?

And when he was healing today, he faintly felt that the spiritual flow of the other party was unstable. Qiu Zhaoye's spiritual flow has always been calm, like a quiet ocean at night, accompanied by seemingly invisible tides, and like a gentle night wind in the mountains and forests , The soft coolness makes the Lingtai clear.

But today he felt that the dark tide was turbulent under the calm sea, as if being suppressed by some kind of force.

And in the Changqing Hall on the other side.

Qiu Zhaoye lay a dark red embroidered cloud-pattern silk headband quietly in his palm. His eyes were filled with deep disappointment. After a long time, he closed his eyes and took a long, deep breath. He also clenched his palms tightly. The hair tie rubbed into the palm of the hand.

It seemed that due to long-term depression, he finally couldn't hold it anymore at this moment, and coughed violently a few times.

The picture in memory came to mind again——

In the pear blossom forest all over the mountains, figures in black clothes danced in the rain of petals flying like snowflakes, and the ink dyed sword pierced through the air, making a clear and low-frequency buzz like a silver bell.

Pina is like a frightening bird, and it is like a dragon.

He hid among the luxuriant pear trees, looked at the elf-like figure, and tried to move forward, but it seemed that a huge force trapped him in place.

He could only let out a soft sigh, but when he looked up, he saw that agile figure stopped, walking slowly towards him, the warm autumn sun illuminated the black hair tail and the dark red headband, the majestic figure, Zhilan Eucalyptus.

The eyes are as bright as stardust, and the end of the eyes is slightly raised with a hint of faint red, which makes people fall involuntarily at a glance.

A spring-like smile filled Cibai's face, "Senior Brother."

The voice reverberated in his mind like an echo, he slowly raised his slender eyelids, his butterfly-like eyelashes trembled slightly, "Look," he said to himself to the hair band in his palm.

"I mistook someone for you again." The hair band was crumpled, his pupils trembled slightly, and he smoothed the hair band very gently, his eyes were full of love.

"Yeah, I just know a few dishes you like, so I'm not sure." He laughed at himself while talking, "But his demeanor resembles you to the extreme, I almost..."

As he spoke, his voice weakened, he paused, and sighed slightly, "But a person's body style should not change, right?"

"Everything is delusional, he is not you after all."

When he uttered the last sentence, his heart seemed to be twisted by thousands of blades, and at the same time, a powerful backlash attacked his spiritual veins and attacked his internal organs.

On his face, which was always as calm as a cold pool, his long eyebrows were furrowed. He slowly lowered his head and buried his face in his arms, as if trying to resist something, gritted his teeth and let out a very low and weak moan.

The five senses gradually dissipated, and the surroundings fell into infinite darkness and dead silence. He couldn't feel that he was still alive, only the seemingly endless pain kept twisting his body and soul.

In the silent and empty hall, there was only a blue and white figure curled up on the high seat, trembling slightly, enduring the pain of the lingering pain.

The news spread all over the sect——

Lin Shuyu, who got the suzerain's blue eyes and was transferred to the inner hall, was taught by the suzerain the first day he entered the hall, and his swordsmanship improved by leaps and bounds, and he even defeated the Jindanqi disciple.

It is really unprecedented, it seems that the suzerain is interested in this person, maybe Zhaoye Tianzun, who has never accepted disciples, will make an exception and accept him as a personal disciple!

The rumors spread more and more mysterious, and Gu Jingyu became the center of public opinion for a while, so that no matter where he went, he could feel the gazes of passers-by on him and the undisguised whispers.

Even the public opinion that suspected him was suppressed. After all, if he was a suspect, how could the Suzerain personally teach him?

Although he doesn't care about gossip, he doesn't like to be noticed all the time, so he often goes to Libai Peak, which is far away from the main peak and is a secluded place.

Because he was a sick person, he was considered the most leisurely person in the entire Changqing Palace. He lay down on the pear tree and slept for half a day.

When I went to the inner hall recently, Qiu Zhaoye no longer talked with him about things unrelated to treatment, and the way he looked at him changed. Before, although he was cold, there seemed to be something else in his expression, but now Looking at him is no different from looking at flowers and grass.

What's more, there is a little more sharpness in his eyes, as if waiting for him to show his feet at any time.

I don't know what that ice bump is filled with all day long, which is always unpredictable.

He lay on his back on the tree branch, recalling what Qiu Zhaoye had said to him when he went to the inner hall this morning——

"Most of your spirit veins have recovered, so you don't need to come here from now on. This deity teaches you a set of mental methods. If you practice according to this, you will be cured in a few days."

He knew the sect's mind well, so he dealt with it on the surface, but in his heart he thought that the other party could not find anything from his spiritual veins, and finally he could not use them, and he felt a sense of relief.

"Thank you suzerain," he replied.

"No need," Qiu Zhaoye paused, "After the spirit pulse recovers, it will be on duty as usual."

Gu Jingyu lowered his head and did not answer.

Seeing his silence, Qiu Zhaoye gave him a meaningful look. If it were someone else, it would be too late to be happy about getting the chance to get the inner palace, but there was no smile on Gu Jingyu's face.

This deepened Qiu Zhaoye's inner guess.

After Gu Jingyu exited the hall, Qiu Zhaoye turned around and disappeared behind the screen, heading towards the sleeping hall.

I saw him forming a seal with one hand, and then waved his palm out of thin air. After a flash of spiritual light, a halo of light suddenly appeared on the empty gray wall in front of him, outlining the outline of a door leaf. With the sound of a heavy sound, the stone door moved slowly until Open a channel.

He looked at the dark and dark passage, the light in his eyes dimmed a bit, then he collected himself and stepped in.

The lights on the four walls flicked on, illuminating the small room.

The indoor furnishings are simple, but there is only one desk and a multi-treasure grid, behind which there is a screen made of semi-permeable gauze, which is dim and dull, and it is vaguely unclear where it leads.

Duobaoge placed a red sandalwood sword stand, on which lay a long sword quietly, the scabbard faintly released spiritual pressure, but the spiritual flow around him was like a pool of stagnant water, without any fluctuations.

Qiu Zhaoye stared intently at the long sword for a while, and then shifted his gaze to the lamp beside him. The lamp was made of glass, and the whole body was crystal clear. The wick made of golden feather thread was as dull as ever.

He touched the lamp, and slowly injected a stream of spiritual flow, his eyes lit up slightly for a moment, but after a while, the lamp was still dead silent, and even his ice-like eyes dimmed.

It seemed that he had done this action countless times, but the ending was the same every time, so he didn't have any accidents, it was just a habit of repeating this action mechanically.

He sighed slightly, "I'm sorry, Ayu."

"I'm still not sure if he is the one who took your golden elixir, but I will definitely find it back."

His voice was silent for a few breaths, and then he sneered again, "Actually... who else but him?"

"But he... is too much like you..."

Could it be that there are two unrelated people in the world who have such similar looks and similar preferences?

But in the past 30 years, how many people have admitted his mistakes?

In the end, it just proved once again that everything was an illusion caused by his delusion.

No matter how much he deceived himself and others, no matter how many times he reconfirmed, the soul lamp had clearly been extinguished for 30 years and had never been lit again. Why did he think he could meet Ah Yu again?

What qualifications does he have to meet?

He doesn't deserve it.

"Until there is no conclusive evidence, I can't do it, and I can't convince the public."

"Ayu, will you blame me?"

"I really... have never met anyone so like you."

"Am I...too selfish?"

It's good to be greedy for getting along with you, even if it's just to say a few more words with someone like you.

His eyes were darker, filled with deep despair, knowing that he would never get an answer, but still talking to himself.

The sound echoed in the silent room, just like tens of thousands of days and nights in the past.

Ever since he got Qiu Zhaoye's permission, Gu Jingyu has become more unscrupulous in lying down and sleeping all day long.

His plan is to restore his spiritual veins seemingly naturally, and then return to the Changqing Palace to wait for an opportunity to investigate. After all, the mystery of the original body really makes him curious.

But before that, let him live a comfortable life for a few days, after all, there are not many chances to stay away from Qiu Zhaoye.

But Donnie Yen didn't seem to intend to let him go on like this, and would take time to look at him from time to time, dragging him up from the bed.

Ordinarily, the guard disciples rarely have free time, and there are often heavy training tasks outside of duty.But Donnie Yen took time out to see him every day.

"Hmm...don't pull it..." Feeling someone pulling his arm, Gu Jingyu hugged the quilt tightly, and blurted out a sentence.

"Junior brother, haven't you always been very diligent in the past, why have you become so lazy recently? Let me see, are you sick?"

The back of his hand touched his forehead, and the touch was slightly cool. He was still half asleep and half awake, and said inarticulately: "No..."

"If you don't work harder and restore the spirit vein as soon as possible, how can you participate in the Dengchen Conference? I'm afraid you won't even be qualified to go down the mountain by then."

Hearing the words Dengchen Conference, Gu Jingyu straightened up, his eyes were still misty, obviously he didn't wake up.

Yen Ziang saw that his high ponytail was crooked, so he smiled lightly, raised his hand to remove his headband, and took out a comb to tie his hair naturally.

While combing, he said, "You even forgot such an important thing?"

Deng Chen took Shengdeng Yuchen, which meant the auspicious omen of ascending to the Sanqing Realm. It is the most important gathering in the realm of comprehension. It is held every ten years. All young talents who stand out here will surely be immortals with a bright future. first choice.

Once you stand out at the conference, you will not only have the opportunity to win various magical weapons and spiritual treasures, but also become famous all over the world, so all major sects regard this conference as extremely important.

But Gu Jingyu's mind is not about being famous, but about his chance to stay away from the sect!

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