Let her be delusional

Re-kneading the tactics, I arched forward vigorously, the wall did not change anymore, I was carefully considering the possibility of letting them smash the wall to save me in seven days, when a hoarse coughing sound caught my attention.

This room is exactly the same as the small black room I stayed in. It must be the place where the disciple who made mistakes was punished and contemplated. He sat leaning against the wall with his back to me, coughing so hard that my heart tightened, for fear that he would not be able to breathe.The old man Qingyang is so inhumane, he is so sick that he wants to punish him, I want to see if he is still saved, I try to reach out to his shoulders and turn over so that his back is against the wall.

With the bright moonlight, I saw his appearance clearly, his face was like a crown jade, his appearance was extraordinary, he was so handsome - bastard!

This crooked young man who can't even open his eyes is Cang Zhuo. My eyes only stayed on his face for a moment, and then I turned to the sword in his arms. No one is more familiar with this sword than me. The color is gold, and it is cast from the copper of the first mountain. The sun, moon and stars are engraved on the front, and the mountains, rivers and trees are engraved on the back. The name of the sword is "Xuanyuan Xiayu".

And my saber is currently being held by Cang Zhuo in his arms.

This matter is like my beloved wife being slept by someone else in front of me, I am determined not to bear it.

I stretched out my hand to explore Xia Yu's sword, and just as I touched the cold hilt, suddenly the golden light on the sword body shone brightly, and my hand was thrown away violently.

It's over, my beloved wife has not only been slept by someone else, she has also changed her mind.

I was depressed in my heart, Xia Yu's sword, which contained the holy way for thousands of years, is an ancient artifact. Now that I am a mortal, it is not difficult to understand that I can't touch it, but why can Cangzhuo hold the sword?Just because he learned my divine arts?

This sword is too unprincipled!

The golden light just now was too dazzling, which made Cang Zhuo wake up slowly. The first thing he did when he opened his eyes was to look down at Xia Yujian in his arms, and then stroked the sword gently. Tsk, those gentle eyes really seemed to regard Xia Yujian as his wife , I sneered, since I wanted this sword, why bother to give it back to me in a pretentious manner.

"Who?" He stared at me coldly, and frowned after seeing my embarrassing situation at the moment, "Who taught you the walking technique?"

"Xiao Wang, a disciple of 83 in the Kunlun Mountains," I clasped my fists and said, "Once I got a secret book recording magic arts by chance, so I had nothing to do to practice and practice. Unexpectedly, I didn't learn the skills well, but got stuck in the wall."

He coughed again, and his voice was hoarse: "People in Kunlun have always regarded traveling techniques as evil magic arts. As a disciple of Kunlun, you actually call them divine arts?"

The suspicion and inquiry in Cang Zhuo's eyes made me sweat, God, I used to hope that he would talk more and not always be like a rock, but now I only hope that he will say a few words less, and if he asks again, I really can't make it up.

"Actually, I am an orphan who was kindly picked up by Taoist Ziyang. Although I have the name of a disciple, I have never practiced Kunlun Kungfu." I pinched my wrist, and tears filled my eyes, "I have been bullied by my senior sister. , I really had no choice but to think of the book I got when I was young, the spells in the book are very wonderful, I think I will not let others bully me after I learn it, so I devoted myself to studying it."

I waited for a long while but still didn't get his response. Whether he believed it or not, you should tell me!I wiped my tears angrily and looked at him. He closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep at some point. The bright moonlight reflected on his blue clothes, like a jade sculpture.

It seems that Cang Zhuo was seriously injured. I am absolutely sure that with his current skills and skills, he is capable of dominating the entire world. I don't know which hero hurt him like this. It's really satisfying!

It would be better if he died directly!

I stared at him eagerly, and passed the night like this, when Cang Zhuo opened his eyes again, I was very disappointed, why didn't he die...

Then I have to find a way to kill him...

The problem is that I can't beat him...

He didn't say a word after waking up, and I tried to strike up a conversation: "Brother, why are you locked up in the Siguo Pavilion?"

Don't talk, okay, let me change the question: "Brother, how did you get hurt?"

Still don't speak.Damn bastard, I've broken you so badly, if I hadn't been unable to move now, if I hadn't been empty-handed now, I would have definitely knocked you off with one knife.

Cang Zhuo suddenly made a movement, he squinted at me, and squeezed the walking formula with both hands.I felt that the wall was no longer stuck on my waist, and I was about to pass through the wall and land beside him. Cang Zhuo raised Xia Yujian with a wide blade to support my body that was falling forward. rise.

Holding the sword with his right arm, he slapped my thin body back into the original room and fell on my back.who!I supported my unhealed left shoulder and climbed up from the ground, pounding the solid wall until it made a "dong dong" sound: "Cang Zhuo, you big fool, bastard, you dare to throw me, the magic is amazing, believe it or not, wait for me to practice my magic!" Cheng squeezed you into a flat shape and rubbed you back into a round shape, and made you kneel at my feet and kowtow to admit your mistake."

I found the fun for myself besides practicing spells-pointing at the wall and scolding him every day.Strange to say, I am much more courageous behind a wall, unlike the shivering cowardice in front of him before, through the entertainment activity of scolding the wall, I regained the long-lost prestige for the first time.

It's cool to scold the wall for a while, and it's cool to scold all the time.

Seven days passed like this, and I was helped out of the small dark room by Shengsheng. He showed confusion: "Sister Lu, why don't you eat or drink for seven days, why is your face more ruddy than before."

Brother, if you are in a clear mood, you will have a clear mind. You may not imagine how much happiness I have gained in the past few days.I didn't want to talk too much to him, humming a ditty and walking out, I couldn't bear the itch when I passed the next room and wanted to poke my head in. I was really curious about Cang Zhuo's expression after being scolded for seven days.

No one was seen inside the barred window, could it be that he has already been released?I shook my head and sighed, what a pity.When he turned around, he hit a stiff chest.

"I'm sorry, please let me go." It was a burly man I didn't know, wearing a Kunlun Taoist uniform, like a big black bear. block my way.

I squinted to look at his bearded face, trying to find fault?

Two puffs of rough air came out of his nostrils: "Are you from that room?"

I looked in the direction of his finger, then retracted my gaze and nodded, um, what's wrong?

Seeing my confession, the big man raised his arms and rubbed his fists together. There was a constant "click" sound at the joints. I took a step back and pressed against the wall. What do you want to do in broad daylight?

"I have no grudges or enmities with you. I was scolded by you for six whole nights, and I didn't even get a good night's sleep. Look at my eyes." He nodded his dark circles. Stand up for me!"

Only fools stand ready to be beaten!

I bent down and sneaked out from under his punching arm, pulled up Shengsheng who was stunned by the side, and ran back to the kitchen for two or three miles in one breath. I was so tired that I fell down on the grass to pretend corpse.

Daringly, the moment I was taken back to the small black room by Cang Zhuo, the next door was changed, so I was scolded for nothing!

The mood suddenly became not very beautiful. I lazily turned over and watched Shengsheng running over to chop firewood for a while, and for a while to light the fire, sweating profusely from his busy schedule.Since my last mistake, cooking has been out of my hands, so I'm a complete idler now.

"Shengsheng." I called him.

He ran past me holding the cauldron.

The efficiency of people in Kunlun Mountains is also too low. I have been away from work for several days, and the new cook has not yet been invited. The little fox who was originally innocent is tossing around like he just finished digging coal.

I couldn't stand it anymore, so I sat up, fixed my eyes on the ax on the ground, pinched my fingers, and secretly recited the magic formula that I had practiced for a few days.I moved my fingers again, and the ax "clang clang" split the firewood.

In fact, the talent of 83 is not very bad, of course, it is mainly because of my soul.I was holding my face in my hands, when a high-pitched scream came suddenly, I followed the sound, my eyes were as wide as longan, and I pointed at the ax hanging in the air, tremblingly: "There is... a ghost!"

I hummed heavily: "There is indeed a ghost, I saw it."

Shengsheng hid behind me, and murmured: "Sister Lu, what does a ghost look like..."

I said nonsense seriously: "My hair is disheveled, my face is as white as flour, and my tongue sticks out..."

"How can there be ghosts in Kunlun Mountain? What to do, what to do... I'll go find other brothers and sisters." Shengsheng turned around and was about to run, but I pulled him back by the collar.

"I'm lying to you, there are no ghosts." I pinched my chin and looked at him sideways, "I wondered if you weren't a spirit fox? It would be good if the ghosts didn't get scared away by you, why are you afraid of being like this?"

"Who stipulated that spirit foxes can't be afraid of ghosts. You said ghosts are so ugly." He imitated ghosts rolling their eyelids and sticking out their tongues. "Isn't it normal for me to be afraid?"

It seems to make sense.

I snapped my fingers, the "clang clang" sound of chopping wood stopped, and the ax fell to the ground with a clang.

Sheng Sheng rubbed his eyes: "Sister Lu, what kind of magic is this?"

The Qingqiu people still have a lot of knowledge, unlike the old man Qingyang who is self-willed, who is sure that everything except Kunlun is evil and sorcery.

"I'll tell you later." I raised my eyebrows, seemingly casually, "Shengsheng, have you ever heard of Cangzhuo on Kunlun Mountain?"

"Cang... Zhuo," he pondered for a long time, then shook his head and said, "I haven't heard of it, is she your good friend?"

Yes, friend, the kind that's good enough to kill you.

"Forget it, anyway, if you hear this name, remember to tell me." I told him.

Soon I realized that enjoining was superfluous.Everyone in Kunlun knew from top to bottom that the new disciple was formally worshiped under the name of Taoist Master Qingyang of Kunlun Sect. His name was Cangzhuo and he was ranked 82nd.

If a person kills his master, steals the master's artifact, and then changes to another person's sect, what is it called?The answer is shameless traitor.

My legs were wet. I looked down and saw that the golden orange in my hand had been squeezed into orange juice without realizing it. When can I turn Cangzhuo into this orange?I bit my nails and worried.

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