After killing the master

Some people said that Jun Li loved Bai Le very much and died with Bai Le, while others said that Jun Li had a sweetheart for a long time, and after Jun Le died, she ran away with her sweetheart.

Nanzhi is skeptical about these two legends, but it is still good when you read the stories.

As for the fact, it is really hard to say.

Nan Zhi looked at Jun Li in front of her. Ever since she acquired the ability to read faces in Hua Xiangrong's world, she can now use her naked eyes to check whether the other party is a human or a ghost.

However, the Junli in front of him is not a ghost at all.

Let me ask, if a person who has lived for more than 100 years is not a ghost, what is it?

Nanzhi couldn't figure it out either.

Qingchao's eyes moved, he was not at all surprised by a person who has lived for 100 years.

"The one lying in the coffin should be Bai Le." Qingchao looked at the coffin on the stalagmite and said calmly.

Speaking of Bai Le, Jun Li looked a little sad. She turned her head, looked at the coffin above, and smiled wryly: "That's right, it's him."

Having said that, Jun Li smiled and turned her head again, her originally bright eyes suddenly became dark: "I really want to thank you and Mr. Wen Zhai for killing him for me back then!"

Qingchao didn't say anything, but just looked coldly at Jun Li, who became crazy when talking about Bai Le.

It was Jun Li who begged him to kill Bai Le back then, and when Bai Le died, she knelt down and begged him to save Bai Le.All kinds of past events, Qingchao can still remember clearly.

"I heard that Bliss Tune can give the lover an ending, can you..." Jun Li asked.But before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Qingchao.

"No."

"Why?" Jun Li's already dark eyes became even darker, and her voice became hoarse and low.

"The art of binding spirits with white paper has always been rejected by the mystic arts sect. In order to gain a foothold in the mystic art sect, the Bai family once made an oath that if this art goes against the way of heaven, they will surely die and never be reborn. Bai Le He slaughtered 9000 people in Taoyao Town, and for his evil deeds, he used [-] corpses to refine them into paper-bound spirits, and his way of evil has already violated the way of heaven."

"Really?" Jun Li sneered, as if questioning.

She doesn't believe in heaven.

"Yes, I hope you will cherish everything he has done for you." Qingchao said lightly.

"Nanzhi, let's go." Qingchao turned around and took Nanzhi's hand, and walked in another direction.

Jun Li stood there in a daze, and the white paper figurines on top of her head fell down one by one. She thought of many endings, but to no avail.The only person in this world who can give people an ending is Tianlan Feixian.

"Hua Qing chat!" Jun Li roared angrily.

The wind behind him suddenly blew, and the little paper figurine suspended in mid-air let out an eerie childish laugh.

Nanzhi and Qingchao turned around at the same time, and saw Junli standing in the middle of the white paper, with a sad expression and blood red eyes, the strangest thing was the white jade crane hairpin in her hair, with two blood beads falling from it, the blood flowed from the beads dripping little by little.

"Today, you don't want to go out from here." Junli laughed loudly, she opened her arms, her purple wide sleeves opened like a pair of wings, and the little paper figurines in mid-air turned into wisps of white smoke, and the shape of the white smoke changed Flying around like a ghost.

Both Nanzhi and Qingchao are stuck in the middle with no way out.

Nan Zhi has been studying art for six years, but she has never seen this kind of battle scene. Before, it was one-on-one, or she and her master bullied more, but today she and her master were bullied more.

"Master, can you do it?" Nan Zhi hugged Master's qin tightly, looking a little flustered.

"How can a mere paper bound spirit be your opponent?" The master patted Nanzhi on the shoulder very calmly, smiling the most tenderly.

Nan Zhi blinked his eyes twice, not sure if it was Master who wanted to entrust someone important to him?

"Master... I can't do it in fear." Nanzhi has never been confident in fighting monsters. She thinks that she will be a beautiful girl, and when she grows up to a certain age, she will find a man with good looks and ability like Master. Be a husband, have one or two children, and live a small life.

However, the master said, "Hold the piano up."

Nan Zhi had no choice but to take out the qin, holding it with both hands, looking at the white smoke ghosts flying all over the sky, his legs were already trembling.

The master suddenly leaned over, his white sleeves slowly covered her hands, and his warm fingers grabbed her right hand and lifted it to the strings.

At this moment, what kind of posture is Nanzhi and Master maintaining?Nanzhi holds the piano in her left hand, and her right hand is held by the master from behind. Seen from the front or from behind, she is always in the arms of the master. Although there is still a slight distance in the middle, Nanzhi still panics. what.

It felt like the master was angry and lost the piano, so he would put his arms around her and pull her into his arms.

Swipe your fingertips away, and a wave of spiritual power flies up from the string, shooting and killing the white smoke ghost in the sky.

For someone like Master who can play blissful tunes with one hand, Nanzhi doesn't want to use fancy words to express it, but just wants to say "strong"

The master remained calm in the face of danger, while holding Nan Zhi's hand and playing the piano, he said to her: "You have two masters, why are you so unconfident?"

Nanzhi didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "This has nothing to do with the two masters, it's because I am worthless, and I will never be able to become a master."

"We don't expect you to be a teacher!" Qingchao pulled her lips and smiled.

Nanzhi was speechless, but knew that the master was very dark-hearted and wanted to hit her all the time.

Qingchao added: "We can protect you for the rest of your life."

Nanzhi's fingers suddenly froze, even if Qingchao grasped her fingertips, she was unable to pluck the strings.

Qingchao simply let go of her hand, and pulled Huaiqin from Nanzhi with her other hand.

Because the master's spiritual power is deep enough, the body of the piano is suspended in the air. His two fingertips are interlaced on the strings, and the white paper array will collapse with one struggle and one pick.

Bai Yan turned into a small white paper figure, and let out a gloomy weeping sound, flying behind Junli like heavy snow.

Master Qingchao's black hair also floated up because of this thick spiritual power, a strand of it brushed over Nanzhi's cheek, with a gentle fragrance, it gently swept into the lungs, which made people's heart beat.

Master's hands are beautiful, made of jade, and slender and delicate, which may be the reason for playing the piano. They are the so-called jade hands of gods. Nanzhi is very obsessed with these hands.When watching Master Wenzhai play the piano before, she couldn't help but go up and hold it.

Once she was dazed while playing the piano and listening to a class. After being woken up by Master Wenzhai, she thought she was sleepwalking, so she rushed over and grabbed Master Wenzhai's finger and gnawed it hard.

Of course, she didn't bite off the master's finger, but the master was furious because of the saliva on the fingertip, and punished her not to eat for a day and a night.It was only later that he asked Nanzhi to take a bath before eating, and washed his clothes with mountain spring water ten times before touching his things.

Cleanliness, understandable.

Seeing Qingchao's hands now, Nanzhi remembered the past, those unbearable past events.

Well, it's her birthday the day after tomorrow, and I don't know if Master Wenzhai will come.

"Hua Qingchao, you killed Bai Le, and you owe me!" Jun Li roared hysterically after her defeat.

Only then did Nan Zhi regain consciousness from the past thoughts.

Junli approached Master Qingchao step by step, and the two beads dropped by the jade hairpin kept throwing off blood mist, which was weird and beautiful.

"Back then you were the one who begged me to kill Bai Le, let alone Bai Le should be killed." Qingchao held the piano with both hands. Because of her tall and tall body, she was extraordinarily beautiful.

"That's because I didn't know that he was the person I liked. You know, but you still want me to bear his death, and let me bear his death for the rest of my life. It's your fault, everything is your fault." Jun Li got closer and closer.

The blood-red eyes suddenly returned to their original colors, and in an instant, they raised a sharp sword covered in blood mist and stabbed fiercely.

Nan Zhi panicked and shouted: "Master, be careful."

I don't know why, after calling out to be careful, I will lean forward to use it as a sword for the master.

Nan Zhi also admired her bravery, why didn't she persuade her at this time?Could it be that he wants to prove that he is not cowardly in front of the master?

Well, definitely so.

She, Yu Nanzhi, is the apprentice of two Tianlan Feixians, she is not shy at all.

However, the chances of her wanting to prove that she is not cowardly are almost zero.

The master reached out with one hand, held her fingers and lifted her lightly, and let her fly into the sky like a kite, then circled in mid-air, and landed behind the master.

The moment the Yunan branch fell to the ground, the master held the sword that Jun Li had stabbed with one hand, without changing his face, with a light grip, the sword shattered.

Nanzhi's eyes widened, and she really wanted to say hello to Master, but the situation was too tense for her to say hello.

"Spiritual stubbornness." Master Qingchao grasped the sword in Junli's hand, then opened his fingers and swung it out.

Jun Li was pushed away several times by this spiritual power, and because her body hit the stalagmite behind her, a coffin was placed in the cramped place.Because of the strong vibration, the coffin almost fell from above.

"No!"

Jun Li cared too much about the people in the coffin, so she flew up desperately, took the coffin with thousands of little paper figurines, and slowly landed on the ground.

After the coffin landed, those densely packed little paper figures flew into the air again, leaving behind the picture of Jun Li holding the coffin. Seeing such a scene, Nan Zhi felt sad.

When the red beads were swinging, the vermilion mist was hazy, making Junli cold and charming.

"I can kill Bai Le, or you, so I can do it myself." Qingchao said in a deep voice, he was really angry.

If he hadn't lifted Nan Zhi up in time just now, wouldn't he have hurt her?

"Zhi'er, let's go." With no smile on Qingchao's face anymore, she took Nan Zhi's hand and left, drawing a circle in mid-air, a virtual door appeared, and they jumped out together.

Nan Zhi followed behind Master Qingchao in a daze, her eyes fixed on that hand, which was holding herself with a jade-like hand, just now, Master Qingchao called her Zhi'er.

Zhi'er was still nine years old, when she first met the two masters, she chatted about the nickname the master gave her.

That year, Tianxian Hualu led her to Licheng and sat in a side room, but she was dressed up like a child who was sold, and she had never sat in front of the coffee table so obediently.

Hualu Tianxian said: "The two masters I arranged for you are Bingdilian who Tianlan rarely meets once in ten thousand years."

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