What should I do if the salted fish cannon fodder mistakenly raised the villain as a cub?

Song Xianzhi counted the number of life cards carefully, and found that it corresponded to the number of disciples who left in the flying boat that day.

His face turned pale, and he couldn't believe that it was Qing Xuanzun who intercepted and killed them halfway.

The rain gradually subsided, but the chill became more piercing. Those half-broken life cards were dragged in the water stains, and they were automatically pieced together.

In the soft yellow light, those life cards lit up again, as if their masters were alive again, but the virtual images projected in the floating air cruelly performed the tragic death process of these disciples.

When Song Xianzhi looked at Qing Xuanzun's face again, he suddenly felt a little nauseous.

Yun Ling's eyes turned cold after seeing how Qing Xuanzun hurt those disciples.

Flicking his sleeves lightly, the lights of those life cards suddenly extinguished and flew into his sleeves.

Yun Ling blinked her eyes and said soberly: "Master is dead."

This sentence seemed to be said to Qing Xuanzun in front of him, but also seemed to be talking to himself.

The moment the words fell, the huge and strong sword energy poured down like a torrent, Yun Ling's body moved with the sword, and spit water lightly.

At the moment of rising, the clouds and the moon came out, and the sword light cut through the dark and wet rain curtain, and also shook the people in Jinshui Village outside the building several feet away.

Qing Xuanzun was obviously powerless to fight back, his complexion changed suddenly, and he hurriedly backed away.

The night sky without cloud cover is empty and bright.

Yun Ling activated his aura, and in front of him, his dagger like a golden feather quickly divided into thousands of golden sword shadows, enveloping people from top to bottom in all directions.

He didn't show any mercy, but directly used a ruthless hand, forcing people to nowhere to retreat, intending to make a quick decision.

The flashing sword tips were densely packed, pointing directly at Qing Xuanzun in the middle, he waved his hand and struggled to resist the steady stream of sword energy, gritted his teeth, his domineering smile just now turned into embarrassment, and screamed: "Yunling, I am your master! Are you trying to deceive your master and destroy your ancestors!"

At this moment, Song Xianzhi felt that the shrill voice was nothing more than a woman.

Yun Ling remained unmoved, clasped his palms together to make a seal, and the sword light flowed even faster as his clothes fluttered.

Qing Xuanzun's voice was gradually drowned out by the sound of the sword colliding until it disappeared.

A parted shadow's sword pierced Qingxuanzun's face, firmly nailed to the ground behind him, and then disappeared into golden light.

Song Xianzhi squeezed his palms nervously.

The sword shadows that followed cut off his hands and feet, and Qing Xuanzun stood where he was, no longer resisting.

His already cracked glowing face was even more torn apart at this moment, and his facial features were twisted and shifted, as if they would fall apart with a little more force.

Yun Ling felt that his breath was about to run out, so she stopped the sword, and the golden light gathered in front of him again, illuminating his dignified face.

Qing Xuanzun's aura settled down, as if he had changed into a different person. Before he fell to the ground, his mouth moved slightly, as if he had said something, but no one had time to hear it clearly.

The night wind blew away his words, and also blew away his body that had been shattered into white clay.

Seeing that the most difficult person to deal with had died, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Guan Er shook Song Xianzhi's arm, and sighed enviously and bitterly: "As expected, he is the number one swordsman in the world, and he is so powerful... It's also my fault. I have been lazy in training all these years, so I am slightly inferior to him Yes, Song Song, don't worry, I will work hard in cultivation in the future, and I will protect you well in the future..."

Song Xianzhi didn't hear Guan'er's words at all, he stared at the ground in a daze, where the rain melted into Qingxuanzun's bones.

Just now he didn't know if it was an illusion, but he actually felt that Qing Xuanzun smiled at him before he died.

That smile was different from the cold smiles before, but a smile that made people feel the spring breeze blowing on their faces.

One thing's for sure, that warm, homely feeling definitely came from those eyes.

And when the painting was opened, he had seen this smile...

"Hold it, but do you still feel uncomfortable?" Just as he was getting more and more messy, a cool finger pointed at his altar.

The distress in Song Xianzhi's mind was instantly dispelled, and the Lingtai was clear.

Yun Ling pursed her overly rosy lips, frowned and checked Song Xianzhi's body.

Except for the slap, Song Xianzhi didn't suffer any injuries, besides, he just took the medicine given by Yun Ling, and his body has long been comfortable.

Hearing the words, he was a little embarrassed and said: "Thank you for your concern, Master, it's all right now."

For some reason, Yun Ling frowned even tighter, and then loosened it after a while, and gently wiped his head: "Very good..."

It was the first time that Song Xianzhi was praised for being good at such a big age, and his face was flushed with shame.

Shen Duo, who had just adjusted his breath and came out of the Sea of ​​Consciousness, opened his eyes and saw his good brother and daughter-in-law standing in front of the master, shyly pulling his ears.

There is still a Yequan gift from him hanging on his ear.

He stopped back again in one breath, suddenly felt out of breath, got up, came to them quietly, then lifted his foot, and inserted himself between the two of them.

"Master." He bowed his hands in salute, and when he bent down, his hip just barely touched Song Xianzhi's clothes.

……

At this moment, Song Lianzhi couldn't care less about being shy, he took a few steps back with numb hands and feet, the movement was so loud that several people around him raised their eyes to look at him.

Guan Er, who was still immersed in Yun Xuezun's beauty, immediately came back, supported Song Xianzhi's waist, and worried: "Song Song, do you still feel a little uncomfortable?"

Song Xianzhi waved his hands, his face was hot.

Those present are not clear, but he, an old driver, can't help but think too much.

Just now……

That action just now really scared him, isn't that fucking like picking up soap!

It is said that rotten eyes look at Renji, how could he, a straight man, suddenly YY these things.

There is a problem, a big problem!

Song Xianzhi rubbed his eyes hastily, took a few deep breaths, and said in a low voice: "Yes, I still feel a little uncomfortable, just take a rest..."

Seeing Song Xianzhi's inexplicable reaction, Shen Duo was also a little puzzled, but he finally achieved his goal and felt happy.

Yun Xuezun didn't pay much attention to Shen Duo at first, when he saw him saluting, he just responded lightly, then walked over without looking sideways, and hugged Song Xianzhi by the waist without saying a word.

! !

After some operations, everyone was dumbfounded.

The beauty looks thin and weak, but her strength is astonishing.

But Song Xianzhi was suddenly hugged, and his whole body was frightened and stiff like a piece of wood that had been pulled out. He didn't dare to move, so he was carried downstairs.