Master told me to cultivate demons, what should I do?

In the main hall of Hanfeng, the magic hazel scepter was floating above the magic circle. At this time, the people of Qing Xuanzong were already cleaning up the sect that was messed up by Shuo Yan listening to the blood soldiers.

At this time, a white figure quietly entered the hall, walked up to Huan Zhen, waved the whisk in his hand, and the whisk lightly swept over Huan Zhen, but was blocked by the spiritual power protecting Huan Zhen.

"how come……"

"How did this happen? I saw cracks in the magic circle before, why is it gone now? Damn it." Qing Jue, who was dressed in red, leaned against the door of the main hall, looking at the person whose back was facing him.

Mo Tong narrowed his eyes slightly, and he saw that the man froze obviously, and said again: "Ye Zhiying, if I had a subordinate like you who failed to accomplish anything but failed, I would definitely be pissed to death. Your master has run away now." , what are you still doing here?"

Ye Zhiying turned around and saw Qing Jue looking at him indifferently, eyes full of disgust, and said, "They should have let them kill you in the first place, so you don't have to appear here to get in the way."

"Hmm, but, I don't understand why you use Qingqi as an excuse, because... he is the suzerain of Qingxuanzong?" Qingjue adjusted his standing posture, folded his hands on his chest and continued to lean.

"Why? The reason is naturally you." Ye Zhiying sneered, as if thinking of something, a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "However, I still have to thank you, otherwise I would not be able to..."

boom--

Ye Zhiying disappeared in the same place, but a puff of smoke and dust was rolled up behind the magic hazel scepter, and there was a coughing sound in the smoke. After the smoke and dust dissipated, Ye Zhiying coughed while covering his mouth, and the walls behind him A crack was knocked out by him.

Blood dripped from Ye Zhiying's fingertips to the ground. After coughing for a while, he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and looked at Qing Jue who had already walked in front of Huan Zhen.

He sneered and said, "What? What are you afraid of? What I'm talking about is the truth, a fact that the entire Qing Xuanzong knows, so you can't believe it?"

"Facts? What they see is the truth? They only saw the little master coming out of your room...Yeqi, I really sympathize with you. It's hard to like someone you don't like at all."

Qing Jue walked up to Ye Zhiying and looked at him as if he was looking at a dying person.

"Sympathy? You are the one who deserves the most sympathy, Xiao Louying. How does it feel when the person you cherish the most dies before your eyes? I don't even know how you have lived for thousands of years with peace of mind..."

A flash of sword light interrupted Ye Zhiying's words. Ye Zhiying's head fell to the ground. The moment he landed, his body and head were slowly turning into blood.

Qing Jue withdrew Mi Zhijian, stretched out his hand to wipe off the blood splashed by Ye Zhiying just now, and the color of his eyes turned back to red when he turned around.

Walking out of the main hall, he looked at Qingqi who had been waiting outside the door for a long time. Qingqi lowered his head, and the hair around his ears covered his face, making it difficult for people to see his face clearly.

"Cough." Qing Jue coughed twice.

Qingqi came back to his senses, turned his head, just met Shang Qingjue's smiling eyes, weighed it in his heart, and said: "He is..."

"It's not a big trouble, it's just that person's blood soldier." Qing Jue said that the person is just a person who understands illusion and control.

"Well, but it is true that Qingqi didn't think carefully about this matter, which gave him an opportunity. I hope the ancestors will severely blame Qingqi." Qingqi stood up straight, looking at Qingjue determinedly.

"Pfft ha ha ha ha..." Seeing Qing Qi looking at him with a serious face, Qing Jue couldn't help laughing.

Seeing that Qing Jue smiled, Qing Qi was really puzzled: "You are, what are you laughing at?"

"It's nothing. It's probably because I've seen your serious appearance before, and I'm not used to you suddenly respecting me so much."

Qing Jue stretched out his hands to rub Qing Qi's hair, and sighed: "Actually, being the suzerain is very simple. I came here in the same way at the beginning. You don't have to press every step of the way. You will be too busy for your disciples, and you will also be exhausted."

"It's not the same." Qing Qi clapped Qing Jue's hand away, disagreeing with Qing Jue's statement.

Qing Jue was confused by his sudden change: "What?"

Qing Qi said word by word: "There is no way to compare. Qing Xuanzong was established step by step by you and several elders. Everything was more difficult than it is now."

"Oh?" Qing Jue raised his eyebrows, a little interested in what happened before Qing Qi talked about him.

"When Qing Xuanzong first started, it must have been more difficult than it is now. There was no comparison between the past and the present... After all, I still lived up to my master's will and ruined the Qing Xuanzong that you all set up with one hand." I feel it is my fault.

After all, he is the least qualified among the senior brothers...

And what about Qingmo and the others?They are all descendants of the immortal cultivating family, and even Qingyou, who is not a descendant of the immortal cultivating family, has much better aptitude than him.

Once he was because, as long as he became the suzerain, he would be the one who saw the truth.However, he became the suzerain, but Qing Jue is no longer coming to Qing Xuanzong.

He then decided not to stay with Qing Xuanzong, maybe one day Qingjue would come, if he came and he was not with Qing Xuanzong, he would definitely regret it for the rest of his life.

"Hey! You also know that there is no comparison?" Qing Jue cupped Qing Qi's face with both hands and lowered his head slightly, forcing Qing Qi to look at him.

Word by word: "Because it's different, you don't need to treat yourself and those disciples like this at all. You can let them practice, but you can't let them practice desperately, and you can't either."

Such a close contact with Qing Jue was the last time, but that time was due to an accident, but this time Qing Jue approached automatically.

He was still thinking about Qing Jue being the ancestor of Qing Xuanzong, what identity should he use to talk to him, now the only thing he can use is the identity of Qing Xuanzong's suzerain.

Seeing that Qingqi didn't speak, Qingjue thought that Qingqi felt that he was scolding him.

Taking a deep breath, he continued: "I don't mean to scold you, but, as suzerain, you must not be too nervous."

After finishing speaking, he realized that the distance between them was too close, so he silently withdrew his hand and straightened his body.

Qing Qi felt that Qing Jue let go of him, and was a little stunned, then heard Qing Jue say: "I'll go and see how they cleaned up first."

Then, he left.

With lowered eyes, Qingqi looked into the hall, gritted his teeth, if he hadn't...

"Damn!"

If it wasn't for Qingjue telling him to stay here and not go in, he would definitely stop Qingjue from killing Ye Zhiying, at least... at least let him clarify the relationship with him before he dies!

However, Qing Jue was really angry at that time, and he didn't dare to provoke him anymore.

"Qing Qi, you are a fool." The more Qing Qi thinks about it, the more he feels that he should stop Qing Jue from killing people. He is angry for a while, but misunderstood for a long time!

……

As night falls, only watchmen are still walking on the street, and the candles in every house have been extinguished. The cool wind at night is always extraordinarily cold, not to mention the beginning of autumn now.

It was pitch black at a corner of the wall, but there was a faint sound of breathing from the darkest place.

A little boy in ragged clothes was sitting in the corner, his feet without shoes were a little reddish, his hands were hugging his knees, and his head was buried in his arms, only a pair of red eyes were exposed.

The boy was silent for a moment, and then he straightened up and walked outside. The moonlight gradually illuminated his face.

Small eyebrows, a pair of red eyes, and a little dirt on his face, but he is still a good-looking child.

The boy walked blindly on the street without any sound, the surrounding was eerily quiet, the boy's footsteps were nothing, like a walking dead.

The poisonous butterflies quietly appeared in every part of the street. The poisonous butterflies shimmered, and some even flew directly in front of the boy.

The boy tilted his head and looked at the poisonous butterfly that suddenly appeared in front of him. He thought it was a bit interesting, so he reached out to grab it, but the poisonous butterfly deftly avoided his hand and flew forward.

The boy pursed his lips into a smile, and stepped up to catch up.

The sound of the boy's running footsteps was very loud in this quiet street, but he didn't care about it, he just blindly chased the poisonous butterfly in front of him.

Snapped--

The boy accidentally tripped and fell to the ground because he didn't notice the stone under his feet, and the bridge of his nose hit the ground. He felt some pain at the tip of his nose, probably from bleeding.

"Hmm!" The boy propped himself up and sat on the ground with his hands, but he felt his hands were wet. When he looked at them, he found that the palms of his hands were also worn out.

The boy cupped his hands and blew, his nose could not help but feel sore, he was originally a child of a rich family, if it wasn't because his father was slandered and collaborating with the enemy, he wouldn't be here.

Mother sent someone to send him out of the city before the officers and soldiers arrived, and the servants who brought him were also eaten by some monsters that appeared suddenly, and he ran away desperately to be safe in the town.

A glimmer of light suddenly broke into the corner of the eye, the boy was slightly stunned, looked up, and saw a fairy in green clothes looking at him.

The boy's breath stopped, he had never seen such a person with immortality, giving people an invisible sense of oppression.

The immortal's black hair was scattered behind his back, but some strands of hair were tied behind him by a blue headband. The hair on his forehead was parted in the middle, and the bright red between his eyebrows was really out of place with him.

Xuan Yue's eyebrows were slightly covered by her hair, her green eyes couldn't tolerate anything else, her nose was straight, and her thin lips were slightly pursed.

The immortal fanned the folding fan in his hand lightly, covering half of his face with the folding fan, only showing his eyes, looked at the boy, and said, "Are you a cultivator?"

The fairy's voice was slightly ethereal, and the moment the fairy spoke, the boy felt that the voice seemed to hit his soul directly.

Seeing that he was stunned, the immortal didn't think it was strange. To be able to enter the sea of ​​souls directly by his voice can only show that the person in front of him is very talented in cultivating immortals.

"...I'm not." It took a long time for the boy to recover.

"Do you have a name?"

The boy thought that even if he had a name, it wouldn't work: "No."

"That's good." The immortal seemed to have made up his mind, "I am the Qingyou Star Lord of the Six Realms, and I will give you a name today, Qingjue Xiao Louying."

Qing never understood: "Why did you give me a name? You are an immortal, so it would not be good to use your name."

"There's nothing wrong with it. I named you just to show you the way. There is a sect in Yizhou, you can go there to find a teacher. If you practice properly, the next time you meet may be in the heaven. "

Qingyou closed the fan, he just felt that if Qingjue could practice more, it would not be in vain, with his powerful spiritual power.

"Heaven... heaven? Can I become a god?" Qingjue smiled instantly when he heard this sentence.

Could it be possible to bring people back to life after becoming a god?Will his parents survive?

"After a person dies, the ghost world manages it. Becoming a god cannot bring a person back from the dead, but you can know where he was reincarnated." Qingyou understood Qingjue's thoughts clearly.

Qing Jue: "That's right."

With a thought in Qingyou's mind, the poisonous butterfly beside her flew to the place where Qingjue was injured and stopped. When she left, the wound had recovered.

Qing Jue thought it was over like this, but a few beams of green light shone on him from the ground, and after the light disappeared, his clothes had changed.

"Many..." Qingjue raised his head, and was about to thank Qingyou, but found that Qingyou had disappeared, not even the poisonous butterflies on the street.

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There was a knock on Qing Jue's door, Qing Jue reached out and picked up the clothes at the side, simply put them on his body, and walked towards the door.

Now is the ugly hour, if he remembers well, the only condition he has set for sleeping is: after the midnight hour, if there is no serious matter, don't knock on the door.

He hadn't had a good rest in the past few days, and now that someone came to disturb him, he could be said to be furious.

I want to see who is breaking the rules!Qing Jue's teeth itch, if the person who knocked on the door didn't have any important matters worthy of his concern, he would definitely punish him with the rules.

Qing Jue opened the door, and when he was about to speak, he saw clearly who was the person outside the door, and the fire that he wanted to make just now was extinguished abruptly by him.

Looking helplessly at the people outside the door, he said with a smile, "I don't know why my little master came here in the middle of the night?"

He admitted that he really couldn't get angry with Qingqi, who made Qingqi the person he likes.

"This...before, you fell in the study room, and I only found out today when I was looking for something." Qingqi spread his hands, holding a yellow sachet with cassia flowers embroidered on it.

The scent in the sachet has long since disappeared, but he is used to wearing the sachet on his body because it was given to him by his important person.

"It's here. Thank you, little master. I thought I had fallen into the devil world, so I planned to go back and look for it this time." Qing Jue put the sachet back into his bosom, and looked at the book in Qing Qi's bosom.

He pointed and asked, "What book is this?"

Qing Qi was slightly stunned, gripped the book tightly, and said vaguely: "Before I was interested in the origin of Emperor Xuanzong of Qing Dynasty, I went to Zangshu Pavilion to find this book, and wanted to know more about it."

It is false to be interested in Qing Xuanzong, but it is true to be interested in Qing Jue's past.

"That's it." Qing Jue reached out and pulled the book out of Qing Qi's arms, and Qing Qi had no choice but to let go.

Qing Jue flipped through it casually, and said to Qing Qi: "Most of the details in this book are missing. If the little master is interested, I can talk about it."

Qing Qi looked up, feeling a little strange about Qing Jue's words.He always thought that what happened in the past was a trouble for Qing Jue.

"It's cold outside, tell me inside." Seeing that he didn't refuse, Qing Jue reached out and pulled Qing Qi in.

After pulling Qingqi into the room, let him enter the inner side of the bed, and sit on the outer side of the bed.

"This...is not polite." Qing Qi was about to get up and get out of bed, but was covered by Qing Jue with a quilt.

Qing Jue felt that it didn't matter, and asked, "Which part do you want to hear first?"

"The origin of the names of the peaks." Qing Qi was secretly delighted at Qing Jue's acquiescence.

"Are you sure you want to listen to this?" Hearing Qingqi's words, Qing Jue seemed to be thinking of some unsightly past, and felt a little uneasy about his old face: "This is all made up by me."

Qing Qi was silent.

Qing Jue reached out and touched the bridge of his nose, and said, "Actually..."

……

"Since the sect has a name, what should these peaks be called?" Qing Ling sat on Qing Jue's right side in the Library Pavilion, feeling distressed.

"I think it's better for the suzerain to decide this kind of thing, junior brother Qingjue, what do you think?" Qingxi walked over with some books in his arms, and put the books in front of Qingjue.

The book in Qing Jue's hand was turning to the saying about the Four Gentlemen of Flowers, and he smiled comfortably: "Okay, let's focus on plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum."

Qingxi said in a warm voice: "Let's listen."

"The third peak is the main peak, cold peak, how about it? Cold has the full meaning of plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum.

plum?Above Lingyun, there are cold plums and proud snow, and the first peak is called Lingyun.

If you talk about orchids, they are lonely and self-admiring, and the empty valley is quiet, then the second peak is Lengfeng, which feels a little unexpectedly cold.

For the fourth peak, how about Zizhu?It means nobility, elegance and indifference, so it is called Zizhu Peak.

I don’t know why when I heard the word chrysanthemum, the first thing I thought of was... Landscape ink painting, the fifth peak would be called Mo Feng. "Qing Jue smiled a little embarrassedly after finishing speaking.

"Junior brother, it's the only time you made up something so casual, I think it's good." Qing Ling was the first to agree.

Qingxi flicked her sleeves, and smiled lightly: "I think it's good too, let's tell Qingpu and the others about this later."

……

"It's all about being young and energetic." Qing Jue sighed, but he still felt that the name he chose at the beginning was really good.

"The book says that you were a medical practitioner at first, but you became a demonic cultivator unintentionally. It is said that you have become obsessed." Qingqi thought of what he had read before. Compared with the current Qingjue, it seems that this is not the case.

Qing Jue's eyes darkened a bit, his tone was flat, without any ups and downs: "I didn't go crazy, I just went down this mountain, and then I became a demon in one thought. If I hadn't met the Demon Lord at that time, I might have died in the There."

"Mozun?" Qing Qi exclaimed, he never thought that Qing Jue would interact with people from the demon world at that time.

"Yes, he saved me, just because I saved him before, he has always treated me as a benefactor. At that time, my existence was a threat to any side." Qing Jue thought about it carefully, and said: "If I Cultivating immortals is a threat to the demon world, if I cultivate demons, the world of cultivating immortals will not be much better."

"Well, you are a rare genius. No matter before or now, you are the person closest to God in the world of cultivating immortals." Qingqi couldn't help feeling proud when he said this.

Although he wasn't the one who said it, but when he heard these compliments, he would be happy for a long time in his heart.

"Yes, it is because of this that after I became a demon cultivator..." Qing Xuanzong was exterminated.

Thinking of this, Qing Jue frowned. After all, Qing Xuanzong was exterminated because of him.

Qing Qi thought for a while, then sat up, Qing Jue took off the jade crown that tied her hair just now, her hair was loose on her shoulders, and said: "It's very late, you rest, I'm leaving too."

After all, his hands were about to reach out to Qingjue's outer edge of the bed, but Qingjue stretched out his hand to hold Qingqi's back, and with a secret force, Qingqi fell on Qingjue's body.

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