I heard Master doesn't love me

As soon as Lu Ji and the others entered Ming City, the city gate closed with a bang.

A gust of cold wind blew by, making the whole environment desolate and gloomy.

According to the order they had arranged, they crossed the deserted outer city together and arrived at the gate of the inner city.

"Come on, come on, good cotton cloth!"

"Boss, let's have a little less! Look, we bought so much!"

"Let me tell you! That Miss Zhu Xiu is really..."

"Okay, sir, I haven't eaten for a few days..."

Lu Ji looked at the bustling scene in the inner city, and then turned his head to look at the dilapidated scene in the outer city behind him, his eyes swept over the various people who hadn't stepped out of the city gate no matter how they walked.

He narrowed his eyes slightly: This is...an illusion?

Xuan Ji never said a word, he looked at the inner city with a calm face: there, it was full of vitality, which was a bit strange.

After a long time, he turned his head to Lu Ji and the others and said, "Go ahead and have a look."

No one objected.

In this way, Lu Ji followed Master and stepped into the inner city.

But as soon as he stepped into the inner city, Lu Ji found that the scene in front of him changed suddenly. He was pressed down by several people, and the wooden board hit him heavily. He felt a kind of deep hatred in a trance.

It penetrates the bone marrow and is difficult to get rid of.

He calmed down and shook off those strange emotions.

Looking up, he found that it was a government office, and the high-ranking county magistrate looked upright: "Fan Zhicheng! You still haven't pleaded guilty?"

Fan Zhicheng?He remembered...that was the name of the father of Xuanwu's chief disciple...I heard that this was the brother's heart demon back then...but...what's the situation now?

Before Lu Ji could clear his mind, an earth-shattering sound immediately attracted everyone's attention.

Xuan Ji held the sword and stood at the gate of the government office with a serious expression.

His gaze swept over, and Lu Ji suddenly felt his body lighten up, without any restraint.His expression gradually eased.

Lu Ji suddenly became elated.

Unconscious concern for Master.

"Hey! Who is under the hall! How dare you trespass in the government office!" The county magistrate looked angry.

Lu Ji secretly rolled his eyes, before he could react.Xuanji suddenly sneered, and with a light swipe of the Poxuan sword in mid-air, the entire illusion was shattered.

The three of Jin Quhuang appeared in front of Lu Ji and Xuan Ji with stunned expressions.

They looked at each other in a daze, and finally cast their eyes on Lu Ji.Lu Ji nodded to them in a good mood, and looked at Xuanji who was at the side.

Jin Quwang suddenly asked: "The real person...that is..."

Xuan Ji stared at the building that suddenly appeared after the illusion was shattered, or it was the only one that remained, and said indifferently: "This should be the current center of Ming City..."

Xuan Ji walked towards the small building first, and Lu Ji followed behind.

While looking at Xuan Ji's handsome face, he was thinking wildly: No matter what the master said, he still cared about him in his heart.

It's a pity that he is not familiar with Li Caiweng, nor did he know anything about Mingcheng. He only knew that it was Mi Taizhen Jun'er who investigated at the beginning, and the comprehension world discovered that everything was planned by Li Caiweng.

Lu Ji thought about it, and was suddenly shocked: Li Caiweng became famous 200 years ago. Although his talent for refining weapons is unparalleled, he has been trapped in the stage of transforming gods and has not made any progress... Although the evil energy in the cultivation world has intensified in recent years, it has always lingered The small towns and counties in the big cities seem harmless, but they may have already penetrated into the bottom of the cultivation world...

Lu Ji suddenly felt that he was in the center of the vortex in his previous life, but he didn't notice many things: he couldn't see the past and obsessions of his master, he couldn't see the precarious stability of the cultivation world, and he couldn't understand the success of the swing. It seems crazy, but it's a good deal at every step...

Even now...he doesn't know who Zi Xu who will betray Tianji Xingge later is!

Li Caiweng controlled Zixu, how did he control it?

He is Qiu Qiancheng's subordinate, he stirs up wind and rain in the cultivation world, but his actions consistently arouse other people's demon hearts and make them generate their own demon energy.What is the reason behind this?

Does this have anything to do with the transformation of demonic energy and spiritual power that Master said...?

Lu Ji was full of thoughts, and his mind was confused and confused, so he had to forcefully divert his thinking.

The disciples Xuanneng sent to investigate were unaware of the source of the devilish energy. Maybe that's why, his Dao heart is still not stable, so how can he see the demonic nature that is about to move?

The head of the sect tacitly allowed Jin Quhuang, who had a special physique, to lurk and investigate. Maybe it was because the head of the sect was aware of it, so he sent the most resistant Jin Quhuang.

Lu Ji came back to his senses and found that he had walked in front of the small building.He took a step forward and pushed open the door of the small building earlier than Xuan Ji, but the door was also empty without anyone.

A sound of pipa floated down from upstairs, faintly accompanied by a woman's charming voice.

As soon as Xuanji stepped up the stairs, the air was suddenly noisy, but there was no one there either.

As Lu Ji walked, he listened intently.

"Miss Zhu Xiu's skin is really flimsy~"

"Uh! Uh! That magistrate's life is really good! I don't have spiritual roots, but how can I have spiritual roots after giving birth to a son? Could it be his seed? Haha!"

"Brother Li, please keep your voice down, be careful that the wall has ears..."

"I'm afraid of shit! After all, Mingcheng is just a small town, and even a cultivator doesn't bother to come here. That county magistrate can fool those ignorant people, but he can't fool me! But a corrupt official, how powerful is he?"

"A strong dragon does not overwhelm a local snake, after all, it is his territory..."

"Never mind him, let's be happy!"

……

"Hey, isn't this Zhu Xiucai's daughter, Miss Zhu Xiu? Why do you live with us nonsense people and do such a degrading job?"

"What kind of scholar's daughter, look at her shameless appearance, when the county magistrate praised her, didn't she see her wanting revenge?"

"Hmph! Zhu Xiucai is an upright person, yet he has such a shameless daughter!"

……

"Why don't you just die?"

"My lord...it's easy to die, but hard to live...Zhu Xiugou has lived so far, but in order to see with his own eyes the fate of that dog official!"

"Who are you lying to? If you are afraid of death, you are afraid of death. I hate hypocrites the most."

There are only two flights of stairs to the second floor, and there is only one corner, but there are so many words that keep coming to my ears that they can almost outline the life of a prostitute.

Listening to those words, Xuan Ji could almost imagine a tragedy that happened in this building.

A tragedy that changed one girl's life but meant nothing to others.

He stopped and stood at the door of a room, and the intermittent sound of the pipa flowed from it.

Xuan Ji gently pushed open the door, facing a pair of shy and timid eyes.

It belonged to a woman in Mingcheng.

She leaned against the window in the wing room, dressed in pink, holding a pipa in her arms, suddenly lowered her head, and gently rested her bare hands on the strings.

When everyone in Xuanji came in one after another, she raised her pair of autumnal eyes to look at everyone.

She stood up softly, bent over to the crowd, shy and shy: "Guest officers, how about I tell you a story?"

Xuan Ji was silent with pity in his eyes, Lu Ji frowned quietly, and the rest of the people stared at her warily without answering.

She ignored other people's reactions, lowered her head slightly, lifted the strings with her fingertips, and said in a melodious voice: "Mingcheng is a good place, rich in products, and a place where poets and writers gather. Although it is not in the south of the Yangtze River, it is also Live like Jiangnan."

The sound of the pipa was suppressed extremely low, and the atmosphere was equally depressing.

"Although my father was a scholar, he was really short of money, so he had to go to the county government office to find a job to copy documents. That year, a new county magistrate took office."

The sound of the pipa suddenly became louder.Her hands began to tremble, and she fiddled with her nails, but she played this piece of music sharply.

"The Xinxian magistrate has a beastly face, and his desires are hard to fill. He colluded with Lianlian, the concubine of the richest man in the area, Fan Zhicheng. The two fabricated criminal evidence and beat him into a trick. In this way, they jointly swallowed the richest man's wealth. I... my father..."

Her voice was no longer gentle at the beginning, but began to become choked, with a sad expression: "Father, when he was copying the documents, he had doubts, so he went to report to the magistrate. He didn't know. How could he know that this was a trick of others! He was killed by the dog. The officer went to prison as an accomplice."

She lowered her head again, and her hands playing the pipa formed a strange shape: "That dog official... that dog official... sent someone to intimidate my mother on purpose. My mother was a boudoir woman, and she passed out under the agitation of emotions. I am relieved." After finishing my mother, the news of my father’s death came the next day.”

She raised her head with an indifferent expression, but a line of tears fell slowly from the corner of her eyes: "It turns out that the dog officer sent his confidants to go to the prison that night and say to my father: Zhu Xiucai, in order to save you, your wife is doing nothing tonight." They said: Zhu Xiucai, I heard with my own ears that your wife promised the prefect that as long as you were released, she would give your 13-year-old daughter to the prefect as a concubine. They lied to their father and said: Zhu Xiucai , tomorrow, you can go out."

Her expression was not smiling, not crying: "Father... Father is a dignified scholar. He has exhausted his wife and daughter for ten years, and now he wants his wife and daughter to commit themselves to others and live in the world. As a husband, I can't Protect the wretched wife; as a father, you can't protect your young daughter, what face do you have to live in the world..."

Xuanji lowered his eyes slightly, the fingers holding the Powang sword moved, and then clenched helplessly.

She tilted her head slightly, her gaze was distracted, and she moved the strings mechanically with both hands: "Father died, they wrapped it in a straw mat and threw it at my door like garbage. But this time, my mother was not frightened faint. She asked someone to clean up my father I bought a coffin and set up a mourning hall. That night, she kept vigil alone. The next day, when I got up, I found her hanged in front of her father's spirit tablet."

Lu Ji could almost imagine what happened next, and it might be a huge blow to her: both parents died, and she had no one to rely on.

He raised his head, looked into Xuanji's eyes, and saw the sorrow and regret overflowing from the depths of those pupils: So, Master, is this the reason why you always want me to control the demon veins, suppress the demon nature, and harmonize the Dao heart?

He thought of his master's best friend who had died thousands of years ago, Wangxuanfeng, who had only a few people, and the gentle evaluation consistent with the outside world, and finally remembered the comment in the book of the real Taibai: "This person, Taixuan, thinks that Lonely and indifferent, withdrawn and unapproachable, but actually gentle and easy-going, he treats people with all his heart."

"Some people feel that they are not good enough, so they desperately pursue to become better. Some people feel that they are too cold, so they desperately try to warm others. He is this kind."

Lu Ji suddenly remembered that the first time he saw Master, Master had just gone out of retreat.At that time, Xuan Ji had a smile on his face, his expression was gentle, and his gaze towards Lu Ji was as warm as a warm wind.

He had never seen such a beautiful person.

He had never seen such a warm gaze from a person in a high position.

That's why he was willing to listen to Ji Zi's words, knelt down in front of the palace gate for seven days and seven nights, and vowed to worship Xuanji as his teacher.