[Quick wear] The male partner always has his own ideas

this person...

With a guess in his heart, Luan Jiang's eyes slightly bent, and he nodded slightly: "Yeah."

"Good." Qiu Heng pinched his cheek.

When Song Xiling, who was kneeling at the bottom, heard this voice, her heart suddenly turned upside down, but she tried her best to suppress the shock and disbelief on her face. How could Qiu Heng, why would she be on Luan Jiang's side?Could it be that after she was reborn, some things would not develop as in her previous life?

Thinking of this, Song Xiling's panic and uneasiness grew stronger.

Just when she was feeling uneasy, Qiu Heng stepped down from the chair.

The man walked very slowly, but every time he took a step, the oppressive force entrenched around him became stronger.

Qiu Heng came to Mo Yunze whose consciousness was already a little blurred, his eyes were cold, as if the person lying on the ground vomiting blood was not his big disciple but his mortal enemy.

Mo Yunze shuddered involuntarily under his stare, and said in a weak voice, "Master, disciple, disciple is willing to accept... 21 corroded bone nails, just treat it as... compensation, compensation to junior brother. "

"Less." Qiu Heng said lightly, without the slightest gentleness in his tone.

Mo Yunze's face froze, he raised his eyes and looked up at Qiu Heng with difficulty, feeling so physically and mentally exhausted for the first time: "Then what does Master think... how much... is appropriate?"

"double."

42? !

Bone erosion nails will corrode a monk's spiritual root and destroy his bones.

The original owner was half dead after only receiving 21 roots.

A total of 42 corroded bone nails can even destroy and corrode the root bones of a monk who has left his body in Dzogchen. Yellow-rank, human-rank, low-rank, and heavenly-rank, and each rank of pills has three qualities of upper, middle and lower), and the cost of refining a heaven-rank pill is simply overwhelming. number.

Mo Yunze, who has just reached the consecration period, is afraid that he will die completely when he receives the No. 30 bone erosion nail.

All the people present were shocked by Qiu Heng's simple but extremely important words.

It was even more difficult for Mo Yunze to accept it. In his heart, Qiu Heng was the person he respected and admired the most in this world, but now, this master he respected wanted his life the moment he spoke.

"Master." Mo Yunze's eyes were red, and he asked in a very soft voice but with strong intensity, "I am also your disciple. Even if I did something wrong, I shouldn't be guilty of death, right?"

Behind Qiu Heng, Luan Jiang called out: "Master."

Even though Mo Yunze had given him 21 corroded bone nails without hesitation, the original owner did not want Mo Yunze to die.

Having been in the same school for ten years, Mo Yunze could disregard his brotherhood for Song Xiling, but the original owner couldn't.

Qiu Heng, who originally didn't intend to pay attention to Mo Yunze's words, when he heard Luan Jiang calling him, his brows and eyes that were so condensed that they seemed to be wrapped in frost softened a little, but the eyes he looked at Mo Yunze were still cold and ruthless, Even the tone is the same, unchanged: "I will abolish your cultivation base and spiritual root. From today on, you are no longer my disciple of Qiu Heng."

Mo Yunze opened his mouth, and when he was about to speak, all his words were blocked by Qiu Heng's sentence, "If you say a little more, I will definitely make you lose your soul."

There was an ear-shattering thunder outside the hall.

Qiu Heng swears these words to Heaven!

Obviously, he was determined to kill.

Hearing the sound of thunder announcing the fulfillment of the spiritual oath, Mo Yunze's expression suddenly became depressed, and he didn't dare to say a word.

It is only a blink of an eye for a venerable in the Mahayana period to abolish the cultivation base and roots of a low-level monk.

The moment his cultivation base and spiritual root were abolished, Mo Yunze's originally handsome face instantly aged several decades, and even his body, which was originally fixed in the youth of human beings, also aged rapidly.

It stands to reason that monks whose cultivation base and spiritual root have been abolished will only grow old little by little.

But Qiu Heng made Mo Yunze an old man in his 50s in that instant.

It's really merciless to start.

Song Xiling didn't dare to look back, but Qiu Heng's words reached her ears verbatim.

Qiu Heng can be so cruel to his first disciple, so what about... her?

Song Xiling shuddered, his face turned pale.

"Is that Song Xiling?"

Qing Lingling's voice sounded like ice jade in Song Xiling's ears, but it was like a reminder bell from hell.

Her body trembled even more, she stammered and shouted tremblingly: "Yuan, Yuan Qing... Your lord."

"look up."

Mo Yunze's fate was right in front of Song Xiling's eyes, not to mention that Qiu Heng was still a venerable in the Mahayana period, so she had no room to resist the demands made by this man.

But even so, Song Xiling still wanted to fight for it.

She raised her head tremblingly, her palm-sized face had a pair of extremely beautiful eyes, glistening and rippling, making her look extraordinarily green and ignorant.

However, the pupils of these eyes are not only slightly filled with tears, but also full of fear and timidity, as if they are seeking some kind of shelter.

With Song Xiling's delicate and lovable appearance, when other male monks saw her, they would probably "disarm and surrender" to her immediately.

But standing in front of her was Qiu Heng, the venerable Yuan Qing who had just handed over to Luan Jiang the little tenderness that he had finally born after living for more than 300 years.

Qiu Heng's eyes were too cold, even a bit colder than the winter when Song Xiling died in her previous life. When meeting such icy eyes, Song Xiling's original fear was pretended to be two or three points. This moment suddenly turned into [-]% real fear and fear.

Song Xiling wanted to lower her head to avoid the man's eyes that seemed to be looking at a dead object, but her head was tightly controlled by an invisible force, making her unable to move at all.

Qiu Heng stared at her and asked, "My disciple intends to force you?"

my disciple.

Qiu Heng said these four words silently again in his heart, and an inexplicable joy occupied his heart because of this.

Whether Luan Jiang used violence against her, and the truth of this matter, I am afraid that no one knows better than Song Xiling, but how could she directly veto it?

Song Xiling lowered her eyes slightly, bit her lips lightly, and seemed to be very embarrassed about this matter.

Similarly, if it was someone else, seeing Song Xiling like this, there is a high probability that they would not ask any more questions.

It is already hard enough for a female monk to be bullied, and if she kept asking, wouldn't it be like adding salt to someone's wound?

Qiu Heng suddenly let out a deep laugh, which could make people's whole heart itch, but what he said was a bit shocking: "Song Xiling, you should know that this deity can search for souls, right?"

This is a spell that can read other people's memories, and non-Mahayana venerables cannot learn to use it.

Above Nascent Soul, the soul seeker needs to relax and accept the soul seeker's consciousness; below Nascent Soul, naturally there is no need to take care of so much.

Because of this, if a monk below the Nascent Soul stage is subjected to a soul search, it will only lead to a period of weakness in the soul, and in severe cases, it will cause people to be stupid. If it is not used properly, the soul searched person is likely to die on the spot.

Qiu Heng naturally knows how to search for souls, but only the master of Yunji Xianzong and the other nine elders know that Qiu Heng's soul searching skills can be shared with others, and the scope of this sharing ranges from the tribulation period to the Qi refining period .

Soul search?

Then wouldn't Qiu Heng discover the secret of her two lifetimes? !

"No! You can't do this!" Song Xiling's eyes widened, her delicate and soft face looked a bit hideous, "Qiu Heng, you can't do this!!"

Before Qiu Heng got angry at Song Xiling's words, a stern voice came from outside the hall: "Presumptuous!"

The person who came was none other than Master Song Xiling, Master Taicheng, Zhong Ming.

Zhong Ming is now [-] years old, and Qiu Heng, who is more than [-] years old, is placed in front of him in the human world. It should be the relationship between the elder and the younger.

But who said that this is the world of cultivating immortals based on strength.

Zhong Ming, who had just stepped into the Tribulation Stage last year, had to bow his head in front of Qiu Heng. After entering the hall, he first bowed slightly to greet Qiu Heng, and then he swung his sleeves heavily, and the released spiritual power knocked Song Xiling away. Fly to the gate of the main hall.

Zhong Ming reprimanded him sternly: "Song Xiling, why did you ever teach you not to distinguish between superior and inferior? Disrespect your master?"

He obviously also used a lot of force, hitting Song Xiling lying on the ground and unable to move.

Song Xiling raised her eyes slightly to look at Zhong Ming, her small face was pale, and there were tears in her eyes that were about to fall, as if her heart had been hurt by Zhong Ming's lesson, and the pain and bitterness were about to flow from her teary eyes overflowed.

She is really good at catching the minds of such powerful monks.

At least when Zhong Ming was watched by her like this, most of the hard city wall that had just been erected outside his heart collapsed in an instant.

"Yuanqing." Zhong Ming then turned his head to look at Qiu Heng with a cold expression, his tone could not bear it, "My little disciple is still refining Qi, how can I stand your soul search?"

After saying this, Zhong Ming shifted his gaze to Luan Jiang, sighed softly in his heart, and said, "Xiao Jiang has suffered such a serious injury, the spirit grass in my medicine garden is used to replace him. Refining the bone-changing root-shaping pill would be the best."

"Less." Qiu Heng replied calmly.

As an elder of Yunji Xianzong for so many years, Zhong Ming still knew Qiu Heng a little bit. Although he felt helpless, he had decided to keep Song Xiling under Qiu Heng's hands. Knowing that Xiao Jiang is an ice spirit root, I got a treasure from the Immortal Family in the secret realm of Ksitigarbha a hundred years ago, so I think it is very suitable for Xiao Jiang."

"not enough."

"I have a body protection spirit bracelet, which is a high-level magic weapon."

"reluctantly."

"..." Zhong Ming took a deep breath, "Three soul-suppressing charms."

"It's okay."

Zhong Ming gritted his teeth: "Yuan Qing, this was originally a fight between disciples."

What he meant was that Qiu Heng should not interfere.

Qiu Heng glanced at him, "So you want to fight with this deity?"

Zhong Ming: "..."