The apprentice of evildoers wants to hug

On the day when Hui Youcheng came back from this trip, Shen Qingxian began to slowly stay away from him. He didn't even touch the pear flower white that Bai Junci brought back for him, and kept it on the coffee table.

Compared with Peach Blossom Noodles, what he likes more is Pear Blossom Noodles. He has never touched Peach Blossom Noodles since the last time. Seeing Pear Blossom Noodles now reminds him of the time in Huiyou City.

He rescued a boy by accident. At that time, he was drinking in the attic and was already a little tipsy.

But at that moment, his mind woke up instantly, and he picked up the boy from where he was, and didn't put down the child in his arms until the carriage had gone away.

He even remembered that the child was very embarrassed at that time, he lowered his head and stared at the only half of steamed bun left in his hand, reluctantly raised his hand and handed it to himself.

He touched his head, took the steamed buns in his hand, and smiled softly: "I'll take the steamed buns, you keep these."

The boy looked at the silver tael and a dozen spirit stones in his hand, and at the figure of the man in white leaving lightly, he froze in place, holding all the silver taels he had given him tightly in his arms.

That boy has no doubt that it is Bai Junci. He knows all these memories like the back of his hand. As long as he wants to know, the pictures are all in his mind. He uses this body very naturally, like... like Yes...he belongs here.

Thinking of this, Shen Qingxian couldn't believe it. For example, the first time he woke up from here, all the memories in his mind belonged to this place, and there was nothing outside of it.

But the only thing that puzzled him was the system. If he was here, how could he have a system?This has always puzzled him.

"Master, what are you thinking about?" When he was thinking about something, Bai Junci had squatted aside without him noticing, looking up at him who was sitting on the stone bench in a daze.

Bai Junci's eyes unconsciously fell on Li Huabai on the coffee table, and asked Shen Qingxian again: "Master...don't you like it?"

Only then did Shen Qingxian come to his senses, looked at Bai Junci and shook his head, without too much explanation, let him savor the meaning of his words.

"In the future, if you are not a teacher, you can't enter the bedroom of a teacher without authorization, you know?"

"But Master..." Bai Junci paused for a long time before whispering, "Why did Master's attitude towards him change so much after returning from this trip?"

"You go back first! I'm sleepy because of the teacher." Shen Qingxian got up and carried it on his back, lying on the bed.

After this time, he has been avoiding asking Bai Jun to resign and go to the mountain to practice swords. Standing alone by the lotus pond, his eyes are indifferent, and he doesn't know where to look. From a distance, this is a very beautiful The picture, but for some reason, I saw a sense of sadness.

After the Immortal Sword Conference ended, he began to frown and feel sentimental all the time, and even slightly dodged his eyes from looking at Bai Junci.

At this time, a gust of cold wind blew, and the robe of the man in white was lifted, and he came to this world. It should have been about a year, but why didn't he have the original memory?I'm afraid it's not that simple anymore.

Feeling cold, he walked slowly step by step, but instead of going back to the bamboo house, he went to the kitchen. After they left, they never used it again.

(They stayed there for seven months during the trip to Yanghe City, and seven months passed here as well as there.)

It was a bit dusty, Shen Qingxian cleaned up the place, and asked the disciples in the dining room to bring some vegetables.

After the dining room disciple delivered the meals, Shen Qingxian sat in the kitchen for a long time, without even realizing what he was going to do, he stood up suddenly, touched the flour and put water, and kneaded it in his hands.

Accidentally broke the bowl on the side, Shen Qingxian was taken aback, picked up the broken bowl from the ground, due to ecstasy, the fragment accidentally cut his fingertips, but Shen Qingxian didn't care about it at all. I didn't care, I cleaned up the debris of the bowl and threw it in the garbage storage place.

After cleaning up the blood, he started kneading the dough in his hands again, made one dumpling after another, started the fire, put the water in it, and put the dumplings in together.

After they were cooked, Shen Qingxian took out the dumplings and put them in a clay bowl, only to hear the door being opened with a click.

The dumpling in his hand immediately spilled onto the ground and fell from mid-air. The scalding hot water splashed on his hands and his lower body clothes.

Cover the pot with a wooden lid, hide your hands in your sleeves, and calmly meet Bai Junci's gaze: "Why are you in the kitchen?"

When Shen Qingxian finished speaking, Bai Junci had already ran in front of him, lifted his hand hidden in his sleeve, looked at the hot and red hand, suddenly felt a tingling pain in his heart, and pulled his hand Cleaned up with cold water.

Shen Qingxian froze at this moment, quickly pulled his hand out of his hand, and left the kitchen without saying a word.

There is still one month left. In the past year, he has given Bai Jun a lot of speeches, and he has also given him all his care.

He didn't expect that he would spend so long on the trip to Yanghe City, how come the Devil Prison is coming soon, he is not afraid of death, but he is afraid of pain.

If there is a person who treats him very well, but in the end throws himself into the abyss, he will hate him.

What's more, Bai Junci, at his age, when he should be carefree and study hard, he has to practice madly in that devil's prison, and he is also bullied by those evil demon cultivators in the devil's prison.

After the Immortal Sword Conference, he rarely saw Bai Junci, even once every two or three days. Bai Junci would come every morning, but he turned him away.

After being in the kitchen this time, he went back to the bamboo house and never went out again.

"Master, Master?" Bai Junci shouted standing outside the door of the bamboo house, but there was no movement inside. Bai Junci shouted a few more times, but there was still no sound from inside. He put the prepared hawthorn cake on the In front of the door: "Master, this disciple has prepared your favorite hawthorn cake for you, and put it in front of your door, then the disciple will leave first."

The sound of footsteps gradually faded away, Shen Qingxian opened the door of the bamboo house, lowered his eyes, looked at the plate of hawthorn cakes, but couldn't bear it any more, he hadn't slept for a long time these days, and basically fell asleep at night No matter, just sitting by the window lattice is a day and a night.

He brought in the whole plate of hawthorn cakes, put them on the table, picked up a piece and put it in his mouth. He likes to eat sour ones, especially the very sour ones.

But this time, when he ate it, it was not so delicious, and he took a bite and put it back on the plate.Looking at this plate of hawthorn cake, I was taken aback.

Next month is Bai Junci's birthday, according to this... next month seems to be the moment when he is going to push Bai Junci into the devil's prison, but it seems... that day happens to be his birthday.

Shen Qingxian laughed suddenly, looking very desolate: "I wanted to give you a present on your birthday, but I didn't expect to be able to give you nothing, but I sent you to the devil's prison."

A month passed quickly, and before he knew it, this day came. Shen Qingxian sat on the swing and fell asleep. One piece after another, peach blossoms fell on his hair and shoulders. The sleeping Shen Qingxian's eyelashes Trembling slightly.

Bai Junci, who had just finished his sword practice in Houshan, just came back, saw this scene, stepped forward lightly, took all the peach blossoms that fell on him, squatted down in front of him and watched without blinking. , Shouted: "Master? Master."

(System: ") Shen Qingxian vaguely heard Bai Junci calling him, immediately stood up from the swing, and took half a step back.

Bai Junci didn't know why he had to back off. Today he finally saw the master, as if he had swallowed honey, and he smiled all over his face and said, "Master, today belongs to the disciple..."

But before he finished speaking, the person in front of him used a powerful spiritual force to hit him on the chest.

After this spirit power was sent out, Shen Qingxian felt his whole body go cold, his hands hidden in his sleeves clenched into fists, and looked at the white-clothed boy in front of him.

"birthday……"

He tried his best to comfort himself, not letting himself show any expression of reluctance, and used his spiritual power towards Bai Junci, but he didn't expect that since Bai Junci didn't hide, he forcibly resisted his attack. Although he only used [-]% of his strength, he was already at the peak of the God Transformation Realm. Even if someone with the same cultivation level as him received a blow, he would have to cultivate for a long time, but Bai Junci...

It wasn't that he didn't want to dodge, it was that he couldn't dodge this attack at all, that spiritual force hit his chest, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Bai Junci's eyes were intertwined with light and darkness at this time, he raised his head, and met Shen Qingxian's eyes, from which he saw a piercing chill, without a trace of warmth, which coincided with Shen Qingxian's previous life together.

Bai Junci still couldn't believe it, and said with a smile: "Master has been staying in the bamboo house for almost a month. Today is the disciple's birthday. Can the master spare some time to spend the birthday with the disciple?" ?”

Shen Qingxian looked at him coldly at this time, as if looking at a dead object, and the ancient and modern jade suddenly appeared in his hands.

When Bai Junci saw the sword, his heart skipped a beat. He didn't expect this day to come after all, and his master was still the same as in his previous life...to kill him.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something to him, but Shen Qingxian didn't wait for him to finish speaking, holding the ancient and modern jade, pierced his chest, and pulled out the sword.Spit out several mouthfuls of blood.

From the beginning to the end, Bai Junci stood on the same spot without moving a bit, looked at Shen Qingxian who was as cold as frost at this time and had no gentleness in the past without blinking, and laughed.

"Master, you really still want to kill me? But why do you say you like me?"

Shen Qingxian looked at Bai Junci's despairing eyes towards him at this time, and was a little bit hesitant to let go, the hand holding the ancient and modern jade trembled slightly, and said coldly: "Yes..."

No matter what, Bai Junci never expected that the master who treated him so well in this life had clearly said that he liked him and would marry him after everything was over.

He actually wanted to kill him like in his previous life, his mind was in a state of confusion at this moment, he raised his hand, wiped the blood from his lips, and his bent body straightened for a while.

With heavy steps, Bai Junci took a step towards Shen Qingxian's position, when he stretched out his hand and was about to touch his sleeve, Shen Qingxian took a step back in an instant to prevent him from touching her.

Bai Junci's hand in mid-air was stunned for a moment, and he smiled desolately when he saw him, his eyes were full of blood, "It was the same in the past life, and it is the same in this life. Only when the disciple has pushed into the point of no return can he rest?"

"Obviously you want to kill me, but why does Master treat me so well? Why do you want to give me hope, why do you want to trample all my sincerity under your feet? Master, I am really getting worse and worse. I can’t see through you anymore. Now, disciples don’t know whether to trust you or not.”

Shen Qingxian looked at the young man in white clothes covered in bloodstains, his heart felt as if he had been cut by a knife, and the pain was unbearable, but he still looked at him with that expression, and interrupted him coldly, "Why do you need me?" Your belief."

("Like" this candy, he gave Bai Junci, but... he obviously likes him, but he still wants to do this. If he is not pushed into the devil's prison, everything after that will be unimaginable .)

Bai Junci burst into laughter immediately, and approached him step by step: "Since that's the case, why did Master say so much back then, telling me that he likes me?"

Shen Qingxian picked up Gu Jinyu and pointed at his chest, seeing his desperate footsteps, retreated repeatedly, retracting the hand that raised the sword a little.

"What? Master is scared?" Bai Junci noticed it, and raised a smile. It seems that Master is still reluctant, and he still doesn't want to do anything to him, and he still likes him a little bit.

At this time, Bai Junci's face was pale and bloodless, and his white clothes were stained with blood, which was extremely dazzling. It seemed that he would fall to the ground with just a slight push.

Shen Qingxian closed his eyes for a moment, put away all the emotions he wanted to show, and took him away from Li Zhufeng with a trick in his hand.

Shen Qingxian brought him here, and pushed him away. Bai Junci lost his support, and was stabbed in the chest. How could Shen Qingxian push him back, and staggered several times? Stepping forward, he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Bai Junci still harbored a trace of disbelief, but when he got here, his whole heart turned cold instantly.

Surrounded by steep rocks, behind him is the Demon Prison. Shen Qingxian brought him to the bottom of the entrance to the Demon Realm.

Shen Qingxian stabbed the sword into his spiritual core, took out his Yuan Dan, grabbed it bloody in his hands, and put away the ancient and modern jade: "Look at it coldly."

Did you jump down by yourself, or did the deity push you down? "Bai Junci only felt the tearing pain in his dantian, as if something had been forcefully dug out, the pain was excruciating, he couldn't support his body any longer, and the corners of his mouth kept overflowing with blood.

His white clothes were stained with blood, and he slowly tried to get up from the ground, but he couldn't stand up all the time. The snow-white clothes were full of blood and dirty dust, which brought out his incomparable embarrassment at the moment.

Shen Qingxian looked at the Yuan Dan in his hand that was still exuding a low light, his whole hand was trembling non-stop.

The system only said to beat him half to death, and then push him into the devil's prison, but he took his Yuan Dan because, if he brought the Yuan Dan of a cultivator with him in the devil's prison, he would definitely be killed by the devil in the devil's prison. Bullied by those evil demon cultivators.

So... Only by digging out his Yuan Dan alive can he practice the magic pill without hesitation, and then he can reach the point where no one can beat him.

"Master... Master..."

Shen Qingxian turned his back, couldn't bear to look at him, the corners of his eyes suddenly turned red, tears flowed out uncontrollably, he didn't dare to raise his hand to wipe, for fear of being discovered by him.

He straightened out his crying tone, and said indifferently: "You should be the most clear about what you did to this deity in the previous life. If you treat you well, you will treat it as if you owed you back then. If you kill you, you will return me." That fate back then."

Shen Qingxian read a cleansing technique with his hand hidden in his sleeve, wiped away the tears on his face, turned around, squatted down, and crushed the Yuan Dan in front of him bit by bit: " Digging out your Yuan Dan is...for fear that you will kill the deity when you come back in the future."

Bai Junci wanted to grab his sleeve, but he threw it away with all his strength. His eyes were blurred, his eyes became moist, and his pitch-black eyeballs suddenly became extremely red. He raised his face. , looking up at his face, a ferocious smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Then the master will wait for the disciple to come back in Lizhu Peak!"

Some things are either not done, or never done.

Shen Qingxian stretched out his hand and pushed him into the devil's prison without any hesitation, he closed his eyes and stopped looking at Shen Qingxian, his body kept falling down, he didn't want to look at anything anymore.

Shen Qingxian looked at the Demon Prison, and saw that Bai Junci's figure was no longer in sight, stood up tremblingly from the ground, looked at the Demon Prison surrounded by black air, and there were bursts of wailing, Closing his eyes, he finally spat out a mouthful of blood.

Using the ancient and modern jade as a support, he half-kneeled on the ground, stretched out his hand to wipe the blood stains from the corner of his mouth, and clicked his tongue: "How delicate, you didn't get hurt at all, but you spit out blood."

Shen Qingxian took everything back and walked out of the devil prison. He didn't know how long he had been walking. The moment he stepped into Changsi Qing'an, the sky suddenly burst into thunderstorms and showers. Before he could Realized that it had already hit him.

Shen Qingxian's heart suddenly turned cold. It turned out that this "chance" was referring to Bai Junci, and now his spiritual power has been suppressed. Quietly waiting for the thunder to fall.

He knew what would happen at this time, if he hadn't survived the three thunder tribulations, he might have died at Chang Si Qing'an's feet on the spot, it would have been fine if it hadn't rained.

He has spiritual power to support him, but now his spiritual power has been suppressed, and his body has become extremely weak.

The drop after drop of rain fell on his arm and immediately turned into a puddle of blood, which slowly leaked out from the clothes, and every place that was hit by the rain became extremely painful.

Before he came out, he forgot to take the magical weapons that Jiang Qinghuai had given him that could help him resist a thunderstorm, and he had nothing on him at this time.