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

"Hey! Are you not sweeping enough in the Xiancangshu Pavilion?" Qing Jue sneered as he watched Zhixing walking towards him step by step.

"Zangshu Pavilion?" Zhixing laughed.

Dong - Zhixing punched Qing Jue in the face, blood flowed from Qing Jue's nose and the corner of his mouth was also punched.

Zhixing rubbed Qingjue's aching hands, and said with a smile, "Just now, did you mean Cangshu Pavilion? I really don't dare to provoke you, but that doesn't mean that I dare not provoke you."

"Tsk... bah..." Qing Jue spat out the blood in his mouth, a blade slipped out of his captured hands, his fingers bent, and the blade cut on the hand of the person who grabbed him.

"Tsk..." The disciple let go of Qing Jue, and stretched out his hand to cover his bleeding hand.

Qing Jue shook the blade in his hand and said, "Just in case."

"Heh!" Zhixing frowned and waved, and the disciples on the side all stepped forward to fight Qingjue.

After a few minutes, all the disciples were knocked down by Qing Jue. Qing Jue rubbed his wrist that was red from being scratched just now, looked at Zhixing, and said with a smile: "I'm really sorry, it's your turn now."

Zhixing watched the disciple who was knocked down by Qingjue take a few steps back, his spiritual power moved slightly, and was about to transform the sword, but Qingjue stepped forward to grab Zhixing's transformed sword.

"What are you doing? Eldest brother..." Qing Jue ruthlessly snapped Zhixing's hand off.

"Ah...you..." Zhixing felt the pain in his wrist, and looked at Qingjue with disbelief.

Qing Jue just sneered back at him, saying: "I remember I said that you will return sooner or later."

"Master, why are you here?" An exclamation sounded from behind Qing Jue, and Qing Jue turned around.

A disciple was standing behind him with a stone in his hand. Seeing Qingjue turn around, he immediately threw the stone on Qingjue's head.

Qing Jue was in a trance for a while, and let go of Zhi Xing. Zhi Xing picked up the wooden stick on the side with his unbroken hand, and swung a few sticks fiercely at Qing Jue's back until Qing Jue fell to the ground.

Zhixing looked at Qingjue who had fallen to the ground, and to the disciple who stood up again, he said sternly: "Come here and take him to the room and lock him up."

"Yes yes yes..." The disciple who stood up quickly lifted Qing Jue up and carried him away.

Zhixing touched his severed hand by Qing Jue, but fortunately Qing Jue was not so cruel just now, although it hurt, it was not enough to cut off his hand for life.

The disciple threw Qing Jue into the room that had been prepared from the beginning, closed the door, and said to him, "Brother, it's already locked."

"Just lock it up. I don't believe he can get out of the magic lock formation in this state." After speaking, he used his spiritual power to activate the formation that had been set up outside the room from the beginning.

Qing Qi, the suzerain of Qing Xuanzong, is good at formations. This is something that everyone in Qing Xuanzong knows. As Qing Qi's big disciple, Qing Xuanzong's most likely next suzerain, how could he not do it?

The formation was activated, and a golden light covered the room where Qingjue was held. Zhixing frowned when he saw the formation of the formation.

"Let's go, let him stay alone." Zhixing turned and left, and those disciples also left with him.

In the room, Qing Jue moved his index finger, raised his head slightly, blood was bleeding from his head, looked at the closed door, Qing Jue got up and walked to the door.

"Let...let me out, let me out...I can't stay here..." Qing Jue slammed on the door desperately.

He couldn't open the door without a key, so he had to slap, but he didn't know that they added a seal to prevent his voice from being transmitted outside.

"Let me go out...I want to go out...I want to go out..." A voice of despair filled the entire room, Qing Jue was the only person in the dark room, and the hair ring on Qing Jue's head shimmered.

Knocking on the door didn't work, so Qing Jue clenched his fist and knocked. At some point, the skin on his hand was worn away, blood stained the wooden door, and the fragile flesh and blood were exposed, but he kept knocking on the door as if he didn't feel any sense.

The blood flowing from his head had also dried up, and Qing Jue's eyes were full of fear, as if there was something scary in the room.

"Hmm..." Qing Jue rubbed his throat, and now he realized that because of the too many shouts just now, his throat is no longer able to make a sound.

Tears fell suddenly, falling on the back of his bloody hand, and dripping blood onto the ground.

Qing Jue looked around, and found that there was a brazier not far from him. The fire in the brazier was gone, but there were still some charcoal. There seemed to be something golden in the charcoal...it was a key.

Seeing the key, Qingjue immediately ran over, completely ignoring that it was a brazier, and reached for it, but when he was about to get it, as if he was playing tricks on him, the key fell into it again.

Qing Jue endured the pain, reached out to take it, the charcoal burned on his already injured hands, made a "sizzling" sound, and smoked.

When he took out the key, his hands were already disfigured, and it was completely impossible to see that it was a human hand. Some of the bloody hands had been scorched by the charcoal, and they were black. holding the keys that were hot from being in the brazier for too long.

Qing Jue got up hastily, trying to get the key to open the door.But he accidentally tripped over the rope beside him and fell to the ground.

"Woo..." Qing Jue wanted to use his hands to support himself, but his current hands could no longer help him.

He looked at the wooden door with eagerness in his eyes.However, due to the excessive blood loss, he could no longer hold on...

Don't...don't...I can go out, I absolutely don't allow what happened in the past to happen again, not allowed...

Qing Jue closed his eyes weakly, and the room became extremely quiet in an instant.

Thousands of years ago:

Because Qing Jue was careless, he was trapped in the cave by a group of immortal cultivators. Those people set up a magic lock formation outside the cave. If Qing Jue hadn't been cultivating demons, he would have gone out.

"A bunch of mobs, plot against me! I won't beat you down when I go out to see." Qing Jue was eating the fruit he picked angrily, and was at the entrance of the cave, looking at the scene outside, muttering non-stop.

After eating the fruit, Qing Jue patted the dust off his body, found a comfortable position, and lay down to sleep.

He needs to sleep well, maybe when he wakes up, someone with a conscience will find out and come to rescue him.Besides, Qing Xuanzong will definitely find out that he disappeared.

Half a month later, Qing Jue saw that the magic power of the magic lock circle had weakened, so he took the opportunity to escape.

"Hahaha... Humph, I'll just say I can't be locked up! I'll go back to Qing Xuanzong to take a shower, and then I'll settle accounts with them." Qing Jue returned to Qing Xuanzong leisurely.

Originally, he thought that nothing would happen to Qing Xuanzong, but who could tell him what happened to Qing Xuanzong who was in ruins now?

Qing Jue looked at the dilapidated Qing Xuanzong who was already speechless, no matter how you look at it now, it looks like a big battle.

"Sect Master, the Sect Master is back." A disciple with a head injury saw Qing Jue, and immediately ran back to tell the others.

With a blank mind, Qing Jue walked to Hanfeng, and what greeted him was Qing Xi who was sitting in a wheelchair with weak breathing, and a group of disciples of Qing Xuanzong who were injured.

"Senior Sister, Senior Sister, what's wrong?" Qing Jue stumbled and ran to Qingxi, squatting down, as if a child was frightened and ran to his mother.

Qingxi stretched out her hand, wiped away the tears from Qingjue's face, smiled weakly and said, "You're finally back, fortunately you're fine. Otherwise, what will Qing Xuanzong do in the future!"

"How do you say this? Sister, what about clearing them? Where did they go? How did Qing Xuanzong become like this? How could you be so weak?" Qing Jue asked Qingxi endlessly, as if he knew something , however, he didn't want that to be the case.

Eyelashes trembled slightly, tears rolled down Qingxi's face, and he said in a weak tone: "Half a month ago, people from other sects came to attack Qing Xuanzong, we defended Qing Xuanzong to the death, but unfortunately we still couldn't beat them, Qing Xuanzong only had These people are gone."

"Qing... What about clearing them? Are they all right?" Qing Jue glanced at those disciples, and the disciples all lowered their heads.

"They... have already left. Qing Jue, protect Qing Xuanzong and yourself, okay?" Qingxi squinted and smiled, her smile was still the same as usual, and she didn't look hurt at all.

"What? Sister... you'll be fine, I'm... I'm a doctor! I will cure you, I will." After speaking, he wanted to use spiritual power to heal Qingxi, but he was too flustered As a result, spiritual power has been unable to concentrate.

"No need. Qing Jue, we will not leave Qing Xuanzong, we will become the symbol of the four peaks, and will always be with you and Qing Xuanzong." During the words, Qingxi's body gradually turned into spiritual power.

"No, I don't want..." Qing Jue reached out to hug Qing Xi, but in the end he didn't hug anything.

Qing Jue looked at his own hands, tears blurred his eyes, and kept muttering: "Don't...it's all me, it's all me...if I come out soon...why..."

Why... didn't I go out earlier?Why do I have to be playful?Don't... don't abandon me!No……

It's all my willfulness, it's all...my fault...

Senior sister, senior sister, where are you?

I don't want to be alone anymore...