Su Bian Cultivation World

After coming out of Luo's courtyard, Yue Qinghui raised his eyebrows and asked, "Shuangyu, what do you think of my two friends?"

Dong Shuangyu folded his hands in his sleeves, let out a breath as if he was afraid of the cold, and then said slowly: "They are all extraordinary and indistinguishable characters."

But Yue Qinghui couldn't help but send him a word. He hugged Dong Shuangyu's shoulder with a smile, and kept tapping his shoulder against Dong Shuangyu's back: "Why is it unusual? I know you have a way of knowing people, tell me." Listen."

Dong Shuangyu raised his eyes and sighed as if he couldn't help Yue Qinghui.

"Let's talk about Mr. Han first. You and I have changed at least a dozen different topics during the chat. Not only can he keep up with all of them, but he also understands them quite well. He is definitely not a layman trying to show off with a swollen face."

"I never thought that Han Qianling would have such insights." Yue Qinghui rubbed his chin, and smiled a little surprised, "He used to be by Jiujiang's side, taciturn and rarely spoke. The only thing that caught his attention was His cultivation base is extraordinarily high, so he turned out to be such a wonderful person."

"No." Dong Shuangyu shook his head slowly, "I didn't want you to care about this. Qinghui, have you noticed that Mr. Han kept up with all the topics, and everything he said and talked about peeled off the topic layer by layer In-depth, but all his evaluations are extremely objective...I have not noticed his own emotions from them at all."

"No matter how careful and prudent a normal person is, they will unconsciously reveal their likes and dislikes in their opinions. At most, they can only embellish and reverse them, but they will never be like him..." Dong Shuangyu paused a bit when he said this , his eyebrows were frowned, as if he couldn't find a suitable expression, "Mr. Han is in the position of a bystander in everything."

"He didn't seem to have an opinion, he didn't have emotion, he didn't have righteous indignation, he didn't empathize... He didn't seem to have an ego. I have no doubt that he would do things that were unexpected."

Yue Qinghui was startled!

He stood there stiffly, quickly filtering through Han Qianling's words in his mind that made him overwhelmed, and finally a drop of cold sweat slowly rolled down his forehead.

"That's why I praised your other friend for being great." Seeing Yue Qinghui's state, Dong Shuangyu couldn't help but smile slightly, and raised his hand to wipe away the drop of sweat from Yue Qinghui's forehead.

"Before that Mr. Luo came back, I just felt restless when I got along with Mr. Han. I couldn't figure out what kind of heart he had under his skin. But when Mr. Luo's footsteps sounded, Mr. Han seemed to be alive."

"He will smile subconsciously, will take the initiative to go out to greet you, and will make some helpless remarks. Before we left, I even saw him and Mr. Luo playing with each other..."

"You often say that Mr. Luo is a friend who is like a sword. I have never had the chance to see his sword skills, but I am completely convinced by his skill as a scabbard."

Yue Qinghui grabbed Dong Shuangyu's hand and met his eyes.Dong Shuangyu watched as the disbelief in Yue Qinghui's eyes slowly melted away.

"It's only after you say this that I feel... In the past, I only thought that Han Qianling was the shadow of Luo Jiujiang, but Luo Jiujiang was Han Qianling's scabbard."

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The small courtyard sent away the two unexpected visitors, Han Qianling went to cover the courtyard door with his own hands, while Luo Jiujiang instantly collapsed on the table as if his bones had been taken away.

Seeing this, Han Qianling turned his head and frowned slightly. He stepped forward and brushed Luo Jiujiang's shoulder casually, and heard Luo Jiujiang hiss as expected.

"Don't touch it." Luo Jiujiang didn't ask his friend how he saw it, "It's been hard there, and the congestion hasn't disappeared yet."

"He troubled you?"

"He's afraid that I won't be able to eat too much, so find me something to do." Luo Jiujiang stretched his waist on the table helplessly, "Actually, I've almost finished my studies, and now the other knife books are just to look at the ideas ...well, except for that one."

"Is there still time to worry about this?" Han Qianling's subordinates held Luo Jiujiang's shoulders and helped him up: "Let's go and rest for a while."

Luo Jiujiang responded vaguely, and grabbed Han Qianling's wrist with his backhand, but his finger muscles couldn't lift his strength for a moment, and they slid loosely from the string of Buddhist beads on Han Qianling's wrist.

It's really hard to imagine that he was able to chat and laugh with his friends just now, obviously exhausted to the point of sweating, and salt flowers formed on the clothes he changed.

Han Qianling's eyes moved slightly.

Few people would have imagined that the young master of the Luo family, who usually runs around the island like a water ghost after training, is actually very strong in certain things.

He doesn't care whether he looks good or not in front of outsiders, but on the contrary, he cares about whether he can stand up and hold on with a kind of toughness that ordinary people can't imagine.

Two years ago, there was such a thing: a young master of the Cai family on Qingjin Island was full of food, and he pulled a group of friends who were also ignorant to poke the nest of the iron-toothed flying fish, and he almost became someone else's appetizer.

Luo Jiujiang was cultivating on the sea at the beginning, and the scene he saw when he heard the sound was wrong was unforgettable in his life: a group of flying fish chased a group of big fools and ran wildly, the sea echoed with the screams of a group of teenagers, and the sea was not The blood of the wounded was dilute by the sensuality. As for the sea level, many pairs of hunting eyes were silent, but ready to move.

For Luo Jiujiang, this is simply a disaster from heaven, a disaster without reason.

And among that group of idiots, several of his friends seemed to be on the list, and one of them was Yue Qinghui who just came to visit.

Faced with this situation, anyone has only two options, go up to it, or turn around and run away...Standing there and watching the whole game can be regarded as the third choice, but there must be something abnormal about the person who does this.

After briefly evaluating the strength of the group of flying fish, Luo Jiujiang took a deep breath, grabbed his knife handle and charged forward.Under the scorching sun and above the blue sea, he cut out a full moon-like sword light.

In the end he won, and a group of teenagers who were also in distress and scarred returned to the land exhaustedly, and each of them swore that they would never do such a deadly thing again.

None of these teenagers, who were originally in bad luck, lost their lives.This team was not brought out by Luo Jiujiang, but he brought all of them back.

After the incident, Luo Jiujiang had a fever for three consecutive days because of the inflammation of his wound. After his fever subsided, the head of the Luo clan pulled him out of bed and beat him violently, extending his expected seven-day recuperation period to half a month.

When Han Qianling administered the medicine to him, he asked him what he was thinking. Luo Jiujiang rubbed the center of his brows, showing a helpless wry smile.

"They are almost surrounded by schools of fish, and I feel that I can still withstand it, so what else can I do other than rush up? They are about to die, so there is nothing to think about at this time."

It's true that he doesn't want to think about it, but if he can stand it, he will go.

And when this person is in front of outsiders, he can always stand up.Han Qianling grabbed the opponent's shoulder and felt that Luo Jiujiang naturally put most of the weight on him.

In front of himself, he doesn't need to "stop it", let alone "hold it up".Han Qianling thought calmly, it was rare for him to have such a peaceful mood, the peaceful one was even a little warm and happy: because I am not an outsider.

He needs to stand up to those people because they are outsiders, because they need him to be strong, smart, and tough.Han Qianling thought: But I don't need it, I just need him to be Luo Jiujiang.

He helped Luo Jiujiang to the bed, and before he could help him take off his boots, the other party had already fallen asleep peacefully in a highly tired and familiar environment.

Han Qianling glanced across Luo Jiujiang's black eyebrows, and subconsciously turned the string of Buddhist beads exuding a faint woody fragrance in his hand, revealing a smile that reached his eyes.

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This smile had disappeared when Han Qianling turned into his bedroom.He sat cross-legged on his bed, assessed his state, and felt that it should be just right to do this with the current mood.

The prayer bead that he almost never left on his wrist was gone, he had just placed it far enough away.If he couldn't control it for a while, he hoped that the string of beads could be kept.

In fact, if things were at their worst, it would be completely meaningless whether the thing was kept or not, but he was inexplicably, persistently, and even incomprehensibly hoped that it would continue to exist.

After making up his mind, he embraced Yuan Shouyi, and the aura in his meridians skillfully and spontaneously swam around, circling in his body for two rounds and flowing into his dantian.

At this moment, the nearly saturated aura in the dantian, engulfed by his newly injected part, surged all over Han Qianling's body, filled the eight extraordinary meridians, and some invisible barrier broke silently——

Qi refining seven layers, broken.

If the spiritual power would make a sound when breaking through the obstacle, then Han Qianling could hear a long blasting sound—because that sound was actually three consecutive sound waves stacked together.He did not ascend from the seventh level of Qi Refining to the eighth level of Qi Refining, but directly from the seventh level of Qi Refining to Foundation Establishment.

The 14-year-old Foundation Establishment cultivator is considered a genius no matter which world he is in.

Then there was no joy on Han Qianling's face, on the contrary, his face was a kind of miserable pale, bean-sized beads of sweat were densely covered on his forehead, rolling down from the bridge of his nose one by one, he opened his eyes, the eyes It's all about the madness of struggling.

As expected, he felt endless, empty, almost insane hunger and hatred.

Luo Jiujiang once commented on the color of Han Qianling's eyes. It was not pure black, but had a tinge of blue in the depths.However, at this moment, Han Qianling's eyes were bloodshot, and there seemed to be only a gloomy color of blood in his eyes.

He looked at the pots of plants placed in front of his bed. Wherever his eyes swept, the plants withered and withered. It seemed that some invisible existence drained all their spiritual power, and even the spiritual soil in the flower pots melted. made a handful of dry yellow sand—

This change happened only in the blink of an eye, and Han Qianling's eyes showed no emotion at all. His face was more cruel than ever before, and he could no longer see any positive emotions on his face, only hunger could be seen , endless, long hunger.

If Han Qianling still had a little sense at this time, he would tell others that this was not hunger, but hatred.

The strongest form of hate feels like hunger.

He wants to devour everything and obliterate everything, whether it is a flower, a pot of soil, or a lake, or a piece of land... and he can indeed devour everything.