Chapter 5 Guang Yao Wu, what's wrong with being my disciple? ...
Qu Wu Ji is really sick.
As the saying goes, a chain can only catch a mad dog.
Some people look calm and composed, yet they have actually gone crazy a long time ago.
What this kind of person says and does seems to make sense, but if you think about it carefully, you will find only one word: crazy.
What kind of extremely sick person would say that he wants to take a crazy girl as his apprentice when he is wet all over her?
Ji Lingche looked into his calm eyes and suddenly had a bad feeling.
Ji Lingche leaned back a little and smiled awkwardly: "Actually, um, I said..."
"My Lord, you can only admire from afar and not touch me. Distance creates beauty. I think we should keep a distance..."
"Come here." Qu Wuji said coldly.
Ji Lingche sat on the ground without moving.
When enemies meet, they are particularly jealous of each other; when old enemies meet, they miss each other terribly.
She pulled out a locust flower petal from her sleeve and gently pinched it. As the saying goes, he who strikes first is stronger, and he who strikes last will suffer. The next moment, she wanted to transform this petal into a silver sword and pierce this guy through.
Ji Lingche felt herself being sucked in by a powerful spiritual force, and Qu Wuji's cold hand instantly strangled her neck!
The hands, filled with fierce spiritual pressure, slowly tightened with a threatening look, as if they were going to crush her soul to pieces in the next moment.
He snorted coldly, his tone icy: "Why, is being my disciple unfair to you?"
Sacrificing Lingche:...
Ji Lingche was flexible and said with a smile, "Immortal Venerable! You have completely misunderstood! Although I am obsessed with you, I, your disciple, have had a poor brain since childhood and am also confused."
"Taking me as your disciple will not end well for you! You will become infamous in the world of cultivation, and your reputation will be ruined in an instant, Immortal Venerable!"
Qu Wuji's face was expressionless, and the strength in his hands did not decrease: "Really?"
Ji Lingche's spiritual energy was blocked, and she felt dizzy and a sweet taste in her throat. As soon as she said this, she felt Qu Wuji's cold anger. She reached out and pried Qu Wuji's hand hard, saying, "Don't get excited, Immortal Venerable. We can talk it over."
"...If you want me to make things difficult for you while you're enjoying your life, then I can only obey your orders..."
"...Good Master! You are strangling your good disciple to death!"
Suddenly she felt the shackles on her neck removed, and fresh air rushed into her nostrils, choking her and making her fall to the ground and cough continuously.
A dragon swimming in shallow water is bullied by shrimps, a phoenix in exile is no better than a chicken, it's really like a tiger in plain land is bullied by dogs!
If she gets the chance in the future, she will chop this guy's hands off!
Qu Wuji, however, was at ease, his expression calm and composed, and he even put on the look of a strict teacher but also a helpful friend, seeming completely different from before. He asked, "Hua Wanwan?"
Ji Lingche didn't respond, thinking to herself: Qu Wuji has suppressed his spiritual pressure. If she attacks him now, she will definitely be able to severely injure him. Otherwise, if she really falls into his hands, it will take a lot of effort to escape...
Qu Wuji continued, "Hua Liu's daughter?
Ji Lingche was distracted for a moment, and Qu Wuji said calmly: "Master Hua sacrificed his life for our sect, but we neglected his orphan. I accept you as my disciple to make amends for my mistake."
"Do you understand?"
Ji Lingche smiled: "Master's love is great, Wanwan naturally understands it, just try to deceive others, don't deceive yourself."
She thought to herself: Hua Liu has been dead for more than 20 years and you only just remembered "Hua Wanwan". This little girl has lost her soul. She says these hypocritically and it really disgusts people.
Qu Wu Ji was a man of great cultivation and ignored Ji Lingche's "treasonous" words. He just looked at her calmly.
Ji Lingche was frightened by his gaze, and lifted up her wet hair, revealing a pair of clear eyes, as pure as spring water.
She asked a question that was in her heart: "Master, how badly do you need disciples?"
Why hadn't she heard of Qu Wuji accepting disciples so casually before?
Qu Wuji was frugal with words and didn't explain: "It depends on fate."
Ji Lingche: "...I don't understand, but I respect."
He stood with his back to the light, and the sunlight slanted through the wooden pavilion and hit him, as if his whole body was covered with a layer of golden gauze, adding a bit of inhuman divinity.
Before she could say anything, Qu Wu Ji suddenly snapped his fingers, and she found that the water on her body evaporated instantly. Ji Lingche touched himself and made sure that he was dry from head to toe.
However, rather than believing that he did it out of kindness, Ji Lingche would rather believe that he did it because he was afraid that she would dirty his luxurious brocade robe.
Qu Wu Ji extended his hand to her, motioning her to come over.
Ji Lingche was stunned for a moment: "What?"
Qu Wu Ji didn't say much, but directly pulled Ji Lingche's hand. She frowned and looked up suddenly, just in time to meet his eyes. For a moment, the two were so close that they could hear each other's breath, and his beautiful brown eyes reflected in her eyes.
His tone was emotionless: "Follow me back."
Ji Lingche looked at Qu Wuji holding her hand tightly, and shook it twice but failed to get rid of it. "Where are you going back?" she asked helplessly.
"Guangyao Peak."
Guangyao Peak.
It is a somewhat ancient name. When people mention that place, they always say with yearning and respect: The rugged mountains are the place where immortals are exiled.
This is the Dharma Palace of the first leader of the Immortal Alliance of all generations. Regardless of whether they are people in the mortal world or cultivators of immortality, although they seem to be very different, in fact, what they pursue are basically the same. Striving for imperial power and receiving the mandate from heaven, or picking stars and achieving eternal prosperity in the immortal path, what is the essential difference?
Guangyao Dharma Palace is the nine-story palace in the hearts of immortal cultivators. People only praise its prominent status, but when it comes to Guangyao Peak, Ji Lingche does not have any special yearning.
She only thought of—
There are peach blossoms all over the mountains.
What nourishes the peach blossoms is not only the soil, but more importantly the spiritual power that flows through Guangyao Peak over the years.
The peach blossoms are as red as blood, with dots of red scattered and hanging on the branches, flying all over the sky when the wind blows.
Ji Lingche never grew peach blossoms as gorgeous as those on Guangyao Peak again. The peach branches he stole from Guangyao Peak turned out pale in color when planted elsewhere. No matter how he used soil, water, magic, or even the blood from his palms, it was impossible to replicate the color.
She really didn't expect that after she and Qu Wuji broke up and became mortal enemies, she could still walk into Guangyao Peak with dignity.
Not only was there no blood, no swords or knives, but as his disciple, he was holding his hand!
Apart from the explosion, Ji Lingche really couldn't think of anything else.
Qu Wu Ji grasped Ji Ling Che's hand, cast a teleportation spell, and stood directly under the Tan Chen Palace. In front of the two of them was a long jade staircase, which shone with a lingering luster in the sunlight. Spiritual light flowed on it, and there was no end in sight. There were clouds and mists above, and the palace seemed to be hidden in the clouds and mists, standing in the sky.
Behind her was a vast peach forest, with falling peach blossoms falling on her hair. Ji Lingche said speechlessly, "Although, but, Master, why are you holding my hand?"
Qu Wuji said frankly without any pretense, "I'll take you through the barrier."
He let go of his hand and stepped onto the white jade steps step by step.
Ji Lingche had no choice but to follow him.
The two of them climbed up the long stairs without using any magic. There were a total of 999 steps, which Ji Lingche had counted before.
No one spoke for a while, and the wind brought countless peach blossoms, which kept falling.
Ji Lingche quietly gathered some flower petals into her sleeves. Perhaps the past was like smoke, she looked at the thin figure of the person in front of her and felt inexplicably sad.
So she lowered her head and unconsciously began counting the steps again.
"Seven hundred and fifty-two."
"Seven hundred and fifty-three."
"Seven hundred and fifty-four."
"Ji Lingche." The man in front suddenly said.
"Hmm?" Ji Lingche answered absentmindedly.
It’s over!
Ji Lingche suddenly raised his head and saw Qu Wuji turning around, his shadow stretched very long by the setting sun.
Ji Lingche: Holy crap, this is too much, is it too late to run away now?!
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