Pregnant with the cub of Mozun's ex-boyfriend

"Zongzhou, you and I have never been us. I practice the way of immortality, and you practice the way of demons. The way is different, so how can there be love?"

On the cliff, under the moonlight, a pair of figures gradually separated.

Ling Qian looked at Zong Zhou, but didn't see the other party's response for a long time. She was thinking about how to say more heartless words that would not hurt people's self-esteem, but Zong Zhou opened her mouth first.

The sea breeze fluttered, and suddenly a few gulls blew, Ling Qian saw Zongzhou's lips opened and closed, most of his words were crushed in the sound of the wind, and he vaguely mentioned the abyss of magic flowers, and he was not responsible.

"Not responsible?" Ling Qian wondered softly.

But there is no chance to ask any more questions, and the pursuers have arrived behind him.

Ling Qian didn't have time to turn around to take a look, but Zong Zhou grabbed his arm again. This time, the other party's force was so severe that he frowned in pain.

The wind and urging sounds whistling in my ears.

You speak my word.

"I'll take you with me."

"Xiao Qian, hurry back to Master."

"Ling Qian, you don't believe me?"

"As the head disciple of the Taiyi Sect, why is Ling Qian still hooking up with the Demon Cultivator of the Slaughtering Immortal Sect? Didn't the Taiyi Sect really take refuge in the Demon Cultivator?"

Zong Zhou called softly: "Ling Qian."

Ling Qian regained consciousness, slapped Zongzhou on the chest, took three steps back, drew his sword towards each other, and said, "You were the one who concealed the identity of the demon cultivator first, and I have never been emotional. If you drag me today, you are insulting me." Master."

"But we are in the Abyss of Demonic Flowers..." Zong Zhou didn't take a step back, and he seemed to move forward to try the taste of the sword.

Ling Qian shook her head, looked at Master's approving eyes, turned her head and said firmly: "No matter what you said, it doesn't matter."

I saw Zongzhou's murderous aura rising, and he turned his eyes and glared at the people of Xianmen.

Ling Qian almost subconsciously stood in front of the master, not only blocking the line of sight, but also bearing all the anger of Zong Zhou, only uttering the word was more firm, said: "The master is more important than you, the master is more important than you, you care Yes, I don't care at all, I can do all those things for the sake of Master, so don't obsess over those insignificant things anymore."

"If you don't leave, if you don't die, you can only step over my corpse."

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"What did I say to him?"

When Ling Qian opened her eyes, she let out a long sigh.

This kind of dream has been repeated countless times in his three months of retreat, and every time he wakes up after he realizes that the cultivation technique is great, but observes the spiritual power in his body.

The end of the dream is Zongzhou's last look at him.

The eyes were puzzled, angry, and occasionally when his heart softened, he even felt that Zong Zhou's last look was gentle.

But he knew very well that when everyone in the Xianmen said that he could tell right from wrong, how many people whispered, Zong Zhou's look made him want to cramp and peel him.

How many people took the opportunity to pretend to stand up for him, satirizing Zongzhou's inferior demon cultivators, and pretending to be affectionate.

The feeling of guilt is probably the result of my kindness becoming stronger and stronger after being misinterpreted and rumored as hurt.

So much so that after he parted ways with Zongzhou, he was immediately arranged for retreat by his master, but it became a knot in his heart for three months.

"But my heart knot..." Ling Qian failed to run the Great Zhou again, and said in frustration, "My heart knot makes it difficult for me to improve my cultivation, but it won't cause my cultivation to regress."

Ling Qian put her hands on her lower abdomen, fearing that something went wrong with the golden elixir, and if she continued to practice forcefully, the thing in her belly would not only devour spiritual power, but would make him go mad.

The most urgent thing is to seek the respect of the teacher.

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The closed stone room is opened in early March.

A ray of sunlight gradually illuminated Ling Qian's slightly pale face, and the fresh air slightly relieved his fatigue caused by his practice.

As soon as I saw the scenery outside the door, there was a playful and lively face blocking the skylight.

As soon as the visitor saw Ling Qian, he smiled warmly like a little sun, and it was Ling Qian's best friend Tan Le in Taiyi Sect.

For many years, Tan Le has always been the No.1 to pick Ling Qian out of customs.

Seeing him at this moment, he immediately put his hands together and said with a smile, "It's good that Senior Brother Ling has successfully passed the test, but have you cultivated the Taiyi Sword Art to the ninth level?"

Speaking of cultivation, Ling Qian was at a loss for words for a moment, and the young man beside him spontaneously answered, "I understand, I understand. This sword formula is a skill that the master does not pass on to others. Master must have told you not to tell others."

"It's not a taboo to tell you to listen." Ling Qian is an upright person, and his words are not very tactful. It can be seen that when he saw Tan Le not wanting to ask questions and smiling, he seemed to be enlightened instantly.

Turning the subject around, he asked, "Where is Master now?"

After saying this, unexpectedly the two of them changed their situation, the face of the person in front of them suddenly became embarrassed, he hesitated for a long time, and talked nonsense.

It wasn't until the two of them stepped down the mountain where the retreat was located that Tan Le's face turned serious.

"Master isn't in the door?" Ling Qian stopped joking with Tan Le.

Seeing Tan Le didn't say a word, she dragged Ling Qian to the medicine hall and pushed open the door. The scene inside the room was very miserable.

The disciples who received treatment in the medicine hall roughly estimated that there were more than 50 people. If you look closely, they were all wounds wrapped in bandages.

"I've just left the seclusion, so I'm going to destroy the sect?" Ling Qian rolled up her sleeves, and hurried forward to check on some of the more seriously injured disciples.

Turning back again, there was inevitably some anger in his eyes, and he said: "Aren't you telling the truth, it's all like this, you still have the leisure to play with me all this way."

It is also too ignorant.

Tan Le picked up a pot of ointment, and hurriedly replied: "They said that if the senior brother leaves the customs, he will know that the master is gone, the big formation is destroyed, and half of the wounded of the master's family can count on the senior brother alone. I'm afraid it's..."

Ling Qian shook her hand, and the bandage in her hand rolled to the ground, winding like a white river.

Most of his expression is distorted, just look at Tan Le's expression.

"What did you say?" Ling Qian said coldly.

The junior sister who was closer to Ling Qian in the house said, "We are just afraid that the senior brother will not come out of the seclusion. After all, those debt collectors will not be able to enter the secluded cave for a while."

The younger brother next to him echoed: "We just thought, Senior Brother Tan Le brought Senior Senior Brother to see our miserable situation. Maybe Senior Senior Brother is soft-hearted, so he won't abandon us like some people."

Ling Qian pressed her temples, only to feel the blue veins on her forehead throbbing, and then asked carefully: "I'm asking what's wrong with Master, what do you mean it's gone?"

As soon as these words came out, all the disciples in the room burst into weeping, even though they didn't say a word, the death knell rang in Ling Qian's ears.

The younger sister cried out: "Eldest brother, the master sect is all counting on you. Now the world outside is very chaotic, and I am not the only one who died. In the past, our Taiyi sect had the most spiritual veins and the most hidden treasures. How many of them are there?" People are hungry."

Tan Le cried and reprimanded: "Bold, why, how dare you mention death to Master, but there is no news, maybe... Master can still..."

Amidst the wailing, Ling Qian's mind was in a mess, and the words "death" hit his eardrums like stones one by one.

Not to mention that there were a few sporadic words that scolded Zongzhou, saying that some of them must have been sent by this demon cultivator to seek revenge.

It was so convincing, as if it was Ling Qian's classmate who beat him today, and Ling Qian's head would be smashed tomorrow.

After such a shocking change, Ling Qian naturally couldn't say anything about the damage to her skills, so she had to order Tan Le to open the treasure house before leaving, and take more high-quality pills to treat everyone.

"Brother won't abandon us, will he?"

This question was asked the most, Ling Qian had no choice but to persuade her in order to comfort her: "Don't worry about healing your wounds, the sky is falling, and there is still a senior brother to bear it. When you recover from your injuries, you must remember not to go down the mountain to show off."

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The main peak of the Taiyi Gate, a large formation protecting the mountain.

Ling Qian has been busy here all night.

Tan Le followed him, his eyes were still red, and his swollen small eyes stared at Ling Qian, saying: "We are not as calm as senior brother. Senior brother is so calm and hardworking, but we only cared about being sad and cried all night."

"Tan Le, Master will definitely come back." Ling Qian raised her hand and sprinkled bright red cinnabar on the incomplete formation.

He just sighed inwardly, as the master's direct disciple, Ling Qian was naturally sadder than anyone else, but not everyone could be sad as he wanted.

"Brother, do you still believe in that demon cultivator?" Tan Le asked suddenly.

Ling Qian paused her hands, her eyes flickered, and said, "What are you talking about him for?"

Seeing Tan Le walking around in front of him, he hesitated for a moment, raised his eyes and said: "Because there is also a saying that the demon cultivator has an extraordinary status outside, maybe he killed the master in order to avenge the past humiliation."

"Rumors should not be trusted," Ling Qian walked past Tan Le and continued to repair the formation, and started another topic, "I think this formation seems to have been tampered with from the inside, after all this March..."

"It's not good, it's not good!"

Ling Qian turned her head when she heard the sound.

I saw that the person who came was covered in dust, and almost rushed in. He suffered some kind of injury on his forehead, and blood was gurgling.

Out of breath, he said: "It's not good, senior brother, soldiers are approaching the city, the Taiyi Sect is really going to be destroyed today."

"How come?" The porcelain plate in Ling Qian's hand shattered to the ground.

It has been less than twelve hours since he left the customs, how many shocks are still waiting for him.

"Junior Sister Li went down the mountain and encountered her old enemy who hurt her. When she was at a disadvantage, she used the medicine you took out from the treasure house. Now those who came to the door all said that they were the former creditors of Master, and said that since you have already left the customs, you can Open the treasury, and it’s time to pay off the debt.”

Ling Qian was at most sad this day, but at this moment she was so angry that she wanted to vomit blood.

The wealth is not revealed, the more this kind of crisis is, the more cautious it is, at least it should wait for him to repair the mountain protection formation.

All kinds of things today, I'm afraid it's not the sky that is going to kill him, it's all man-made disasters.

"Senior brother, please defend against the enemy. As long as the senior brother uses the nine-level magical skill of the Taiyi Sword Art, he will surely revive the glory of the school." The disciple who sent the letter was full of admiration.

The so-called riding a tiger is hard to get off.

Ling Qian once swore to her master that she would live and die with her master. If she is suffering today, if she can't convince others with reason, she will have to be martyred.

But when Ling Qian stood on the hundred stone steps of the main hall of the main peak, she knew that the high place was extremely cold.

Dozens of disciples with all beards and tails behind them who are still able to fight can be counted as a strong momentum.

And the people he was trying to reason with were hundreds of "wolves, tigers and leopards" with high levels of cultivation, all of whom looked righteous and awe-inspiring.

Once these people started talking in twos and threes, the noisy sound, with his current damaged cultivation base, could not even transmit the sound.

Ling Qian softly called out to the people around her: "Tan Le, I guard the Supreme Unity Gate, Master will definitely come back, right?"

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