Chapter 33 Reunion 2.0
Shen Qingqiu looked at the young man who was so familiar yet strange to him. His limbs became stiff and his throat became astringent.
Didn’t we agree that we would make a comeback after five years?
Shouldn't Luo Binghe be in the endless hell, cutting thorns and refining swords to kill monsters? Why did he appear in the encirclement of Huanhua Palace in advance? !
Why two years in advance?
Why are you in such a hurry to achieve success! Leveling up too quickly is not guaranteed, Luo Ge!
Shen Qingqiu had the urge to turn around and rush downstairs, rush out of Jinlan City, rush out of this damn world, but the first step back was blocked by Gong Yixiao, who even asked: "Senior Shen? Why are you retreating suddenly?"
...You really don't know how to consider the occasion, time, and facial expressions when speaking, Master Gongyi!
A low and soft voice came from behind: "Master?"
Shen Qingqiu stiffened his neck and turned his head slowly.
It was just an action, but when he did it now, he felt as if the head on his neck weighed several thousand pounds. Luo Binghe's perfect face was more terrifying than anything else in his eyes.
What's even more terrifying is that the expression on this face now is not as cold as ice, nor does it hide a dagger behind a smile, but rather a kind of gentleness and amiability that goes to the heart of people.
Oh my god, don’t be like this, it’s so scary!
The more tenderly Luo Binghe smiled, the more miserable his opponent's fate would be. This was definitely not a joke.
Shen Qingqiu was stuck at the stairs, unable to go up or down, and a layer of chills ran down his spine.
Luo Binghe slowly approached and said softly: "It really is Master."
His voice was light and floating, but every word that came out of his lips and teeth was like the sound of his footsteps in the attic every time he took a step, making Shen Qingqiu feel like he was playing a high-altitude bungee jumping and ice bucket challenge.
The tiger-head shackle was already on his neck, so he had to get on! Shen Qingqiu gathered himself together, and gritted his teeth. He pinched the fan bone with his right hand, his veins faintly protruding. He flicked his green shirt with his left hand, took a step, and finally stepped onto the second floor.
As soon as he stood there, he burst into tears.
When Luo Binghe participated in the Immortal Alliance Conference, he was still looking at him at eye level, but now, Shen Qingqiu has to raise his head slightly to look him in the eye. Just in terms of momentum, he is much inferior!
Fortunately, Shen Qingqiu had been pretending to be a tough guy for many years and had a lot of experience. No matter what he was thinking, at least he had a calm expression on his face. After a while, he managed to force out a sentence from his throat: "...What on earth is going on?"
Luo Binghe smiled slightly, seemingly not intending to answer.
Instead, a group of disciples from Huanhua Palace rushed up behind him and blocked his way.
Only then did Shen Qingqiu realize that these disciples' attitudes were very wrong.
In his early years, Shen Qingqiu was a master who had traveled all over the country. Not to mention the younger generation from other sects, even the same generation would greet him respectfully. However, these Huanhua Palace disciples seemed to be full of hostility towards him. They all looked unfriendly, and some had already drawn their weapons. In addition, Luo Binghe stood there without saying a word. This group of young people from a prestigious and upright family looked like a group of lackeys ready to rush up and fight for their boss, or a group of demon world lackeys ready to kill and set fire at any time...
Are you kidding me, boys? Don't rush to be someone's bodyguard, okay? Does the guy behind you need your protection?! It's good enough that he doesn't come to harm others. The one who really needs protection is me! It's me!
Gong Yixiao saw that the atmosphere was not right, so he stepped in and whispered, "Put away your swords! How disgraceful!"
Everyone restrained themselves, and those who had drawn their swords reluctantly put them back into their sheaths, but their hostility towards Shen Qingqiu did not diminish at all.
No wonder. No wonder Gong Yixiao is not the leader this time. In the past, when the most respected disciple spoke, these fellow disciples would not dare to show their disapproval. But now with Luo Binghe, who has turned evil and has first-rate brainwashing skills, he is the absolute center. It will be another ten thousand years before someone else takes the lead.
But Shen Qingqiu was almost having a concussion, and still couldn't figure out when Luo Binghe sneaked into Huanhua Palace? According to the original work, it was at least two years later!
The two sides stood there in a stalemate for a while. Suddenly, a pretty girl in a goose-yellow shirt came out and cried, "How can you still think of this now? Young Master Luo... Young Master Luo has been harmed by that traitor. Can't you think of a solution first?"
Shen Qingqiu then noticed that there was a human figure lying in the corner. It was the fake old lady just now.
He looked at Luo Binghe again, only to see that the latter's sleeve seemed to have been cut off by the sword energy, revealing a small part of his wrist. Luo Binghe's skin was very pale, and the few red spots on his wrist were particularly glaring.
He blurted out subconsciously: "You are infected?"
Luo Binghe glanced at him, shook his head and said sincerely: "It's okay. I hope everyone is fine."
Seeing such a selfless and considerate look, for a moment, Shen Qingqiu almost thought that the person in front of him was the little sheep that used to lie under his knees, bleating and loving to eat grass.
However, the disciples of Huanhua Palace were very good at putting him off. They said in a sinister tone, "Mr. Luo has been infected with the plague. Senior Shen must be very happy, right?"
…Shen Qingqiu began to seriously think about where and when he had sinned against the entire Huanhua Palace.
Gong Yixiao looked at Shen Qingqiu's face, feeling very embarrassed, and turned back to scold: "Shut up!"
Shen Qingqiu looked indifferent. As an elder who had been famous for many years, he would not get entangled with the young man who was brainwashed by the male protagonist. He just lowered his hand, and his sleeve naturally covered the back of his hand that had a red spot after touching the fake old lady.
The disciple with pockmarks on half his face who spoke up was scolded and shut up in dismay, still looking unconvinced. Qin Wanyue said sadly, "It's all our fault. If it wasn't for protecting us, Master Luo, you wouldn't have..."
Shen Qingqiu had already made a guess about what was popular in the city. He really wanted to use a loud speaker to yell in her ear: Girl, wake up! That's not a plague at all!
Shen Qingqiu dared to use his youth and pain from following the serial of more than 20 million words over the years to guarantee: First! This stuff is probably as painless and itchy as physiological saline or glucose to Luo Binghe, a half-blooded demon!
Second! If Luo Binghe was held back by others, or was injured while saving someone, don't think about it, it was definitely intentional! Do you know what is the fastest way to increase your positive image and favorability?
Shen Qingqiu couldn't stand the atmosphere of grief and despair in Huanhua Palace. Of course, what he couldn't stand even more was the feeling of staring at Luo Binghe silently, as if they were both waiting for the other to speak first.
He gritted his teeth and prepared to do something serious. He walked to the fake old lady's body without looking around, drew out the Xiu Ya sword, and with a few swishing strokes, cut the black cloth into pieces, revealing the body inside.
really.
This "person" looked ordinary, and it was hard to tell whether he was a man or a woman. But that was not the point.
The most terrifying thing is that its entire skin is scarlet, as if it had been thrown into boiling water and boiled to the core from head to toe, but its body is intact and not boiled.
Shen Qingqiu said: "It's the sower."
Sower is a profession of the demon clan. Generally speaking, Shen Qingqiu thinks of them as farmers, farm owners, or wholesalers of feed in the demon world.
Due to geographical and racial reasons, many creatures in the demon world, including some demons with a slightly stronger taste, have rather peculiar physiological needs. Specifically, they like to eat rotten things, the stinkier the better, and those with maggots are the most delicious and nutritious.
But where does all the rotten stuff come from?
This is the role of the sower.
Any non-demon* creatures that they approach or touch will have their limbs rot in a short period of time. The demon world once had a popular manor feast: the manor owner captured hundreds of living people from the human world at one time, locked them up like livestock in one place, and put the sower in. Within seven days, when they were almost rotten, the door could be opened. You could choose to let the people out to eat, or go in and eat yourself.
This weird eating habit is very disgusting. But fortunately, the ancient demon family belongs to the most elegant and traditional bloodline of the demon clan, which is equivalent to the ancient nobles of the demon world. Their character in all aspects is not comparable to that of ordinary citizens of the demon world, and they have nothing to do with this kind of curious taste. Otherwise, even if Luo Binghe is handsome and amazing, he may not be able to withstand such a weird setting that is physically and psychologically unacceptable. Just think about it, how upset the girls would be if they kissed him, hahaha!
Because this profession was too anti-human, it aroused the rage of the monks in the human world at that time, and they launched a campaign to kill the sowers. Even many unknown heroes risked being corrupted and perished with them. Within ten years, the sowers were almost extinct, and even the demon world was hard to see. It was normal that ordinary monks had never heard of them. When Shen Qingqiu had nothing to do, he took the messy old books on Qingjing Peak and read them as strange stories, and he understood everything.
He had clearly made a very constructive judgment, but unfortunately, it was not taken seriously. Only Qin Wanyue said politely: "What the senior said, Young Master Luo had already guessed. Just now, he had already told us in detail about the sower." After saying that, the disciples of Huanhua Palace all looked up at Luo Binghe with admiration, as if his face was shining with golden light.
Appeared! Could this be the legendary aura of wisdom that "no matter what the male protagonist says, others will feel from his words that his IQ and experience are absolutely crushing"?
Luo Binghe looked at Shen Qingqiu and said softly: "Everything I know was taught by my master."
...The scary thing is that Shen Qingqiu really feels that his face has a soft light!
Damn it. Has the day finally come when the villains are not even allowed to have a chance to shine, and the hero is the only one who gets to shine? [Hand gesture goodbye]
沈清秋實在沒辦法在這種詭異的氣氛中蹉跎人生下去了。照理，撒種人是幻花宮殺死的，屍體處置權也在他們，沈清秋道：“既然如此，這具屍體可否借來一觀。木師弟說不定會有所發現，也好盡早研制出抵禦疫情的方法。”
洛冰河點頭道：“一切聽師尊的。随後弟子就将屍身送到。”
沈清秋被他一口一個師尊叫得寒毛倒豎。他總算深切體會到原作面對洛冰河這種笑裏藏刀的人的心情了，因為根本不知道洛冰河到底想幹什麽！
抽身拂袖，說走就走。出了這間廢樓，沈清秋還處于毀滅性打擊狀态，走路都暈頭轉向，腳底生歪風。公儀蕭追上來，見沈清秋臉色蒼白，神情恍惚，忐忑道：“沈前輩，十分抱歉。其實我一直知曉，但家師有命，洛公子在幻花宮的事必須嚴格保密，不得外傳，違者逐出，所以不敢如實相告。”
沈清秋：“我只問你，他是怎麽到那你們那邊去的？”
公儀蕭道：“是秦師妹，去年在洛川邊救起了重傷昏迷的洛公子。”
去年。短短一年就把公儀蕭從心腹地位上踹了下來，看來洛冰河入侵幻花宮不僅比原作時間線提前了，連效率都提高了。順便公儀蕭果然就是個被男主不斷從各種位置第一名上踹下來的炮灰命！
沈清秋道：“他既然被你們救了，為何沒回蒼穹山去？”
公儀蕭留神着沈清秋的臉色，小心翼翼道：“被救治醒來之後，洛公子似乎，不願提及往事，告別時也吐露……不會回蒼穹山派，希望幻花宮能對他行蹤保密，似乎打算浪跡天涯。家師十分喜歡他，便繼續挽留他，雖然并不以師徒相稱，但待他種種，已經與親傳弟子并無二樣。”
原來如此。
洛冰河這種表現，正是标準的一朵飽受□□、又默默忍受的小白花。人們很容易就會猜測，好好的為什麽不肯回去呢？沒準兒是是蒼穹山派、尤其是沈清秋對不起他，當初仙盟大會誤傳死訊裏面，也必然有不可說的辛秘。
怪不得剛才幻花宮弟子們都對他是敵視态度。洛冰河洗腦的功夫可不是蓋的，看看剛才他們俨然以他馬首是瞻的狀态，就知道洛冰河現在宮內地位如何了。
一個a派的弟子到b派去走了一趟，b派從高層到底層就全都哭着喊着要他留下來并且掖着藏着不讓別派知道——多麽不科學不合常理的事情。可是這種事情在男主光環的照耀之下，完全符合邏輯！
沈清秋沉默不語，公儀蕭以為他是傷心失望，愛徒未死，卻寧可流連在外也不肯回去見他，道：“沈前輩不必太過在意，洛公子也許只是一時有什麽心結還未解開。之前他從不離開幻花宮範圍，這次卻主動要求前來，可見已有所轉機。不過，師弟師妹們……咳，在這件事上，對前輩有所誤會，希望您不要與他們計較。”
沈清秋心塞鎖大江。
多年辛辛苦苦刷的正面威望，果然還是經不住男主想黑就黑，黑的漂亮。
不對！其實這根本不算黑啊。因為他一點都不冤枉，他的确把人家踹無間深淵裏去了沒錯！
簡直找不到為自己辯解開脫的理由！
沈清秋道：“那你呢？你為什麽沒誤會？”
公儀蕭微怔，立刻道：“雖然不知當初在絕地谷中，到底發生了什麽，可我相信，前輩絕不是會殘害弟子之人。”
好吧，讓我來告訴你為什麽……因為你跟我都是站在男主對立面的炮灰，所以更能理解和同情彼此的處境。
後面幻花宮一行人也跟了上來，沈清秋不經意回頭一瞥，只見洛冰河正看着這邊。他抱手而立，冷眼旁觀。
沈清秋現在見了他，感覺自己心髒嬌弱了不少，時常猶如一葉扁舟陷于驚濤駭浪、驟風暴雨。比如現在，雖然洛冰河離他的距離并不近，面上也保持着得體的微笑，可那一對黑漆漆的眼睛泠泠的，穿透力極強，看得沈清秋忽然心裏一寒。
大哥，大爺！你又怎麽了——倆炮灰說個話抱個團互暖一下也得罪你了？！
剛到金字兵器鋪門口，就聽裏面吵得幾乎要把房頂掀起。這都是柳清歌幹的好事。他負責苦力，分頭之後就出去給木清芳抓實驗對象。城中人心惶惶，沒有一個人願意配合，這時也顧不了那麽多，只能用武力解決問題了。更何況，柳清歌根本不是有耐心愛講道理的人。他的作風十分符合百戰峰傳統，直接出門一趟，順手一抓就抓來十幾個彪形大漢，綁在大堂後的鍛造臺旁。那裏現在已經成為木清芳的研究場所試驗臺。一群大男人，叫罵啼哭之聲，居然不輸婦人。
沈清秋到地下庫藏中，把方才一連串變故與其他人說明了。自己受染之事先暫且壓下不提。
無塵大師又是一陣阿彌陀佛：“多虧蒼穹山各位道友，事情終于有了進展。”
沈清秋道：“恐怕沒這麽簡單。受染者之間，是不能相互傳染的，而清靜峰上古籍中所記載的，撒種人最大的一次撒種範圍，只有三百餘人。如果是整座城市這麽大的感染範圍，撒種人肯定不止一個。”
柳清歌手放到劍柄上，站了起來。沈清秋知道他是行動派，說走就走，現在就要出去找別的撒種人了，忙道：“慢着！我還有一件事要說。”
木清芳：“師兄請講？”
沈清秋不知怎麽開口，踟蹰片刻才道：“洛冰河回來了。”
衆人反應并不大。本來，三人之中，無塵大師昭華寺的，不知道洛冰河是誰，木清芳除醫道藥理外鮮少關心其他，也就柳清歌一個皺了皺眉，愕然道：“你那徒弟？他不是在仙盟大會死于魔族之手了？”
沈清秋越發覺得難以解釋：“……沒死成。活着回來了。哎。”他煩惱道：“你我還是先去巡城。這話回來再細說。”
木清芳道：“也好。早一些處理完剩餘的撒種人，少一點生靈塗炭。我也該去看一看那些病人了。”
他一說，沈清秋就想起來，木清芳随身必備的那套銀光雪亮的手術用具，刀針俱全，一字攤開擺出來，仿佛法醫驗屍現場，還有無限空間裏成千上百個貼着不同标簽的瓶瓶罐罐，标簽上的字樣和說明就像瓶罐裏東西的味道和功效一樣，令人聞之色變，見之喪膽。估計上面鍛造臺旁邊那群大漢待會兒真的會把房頂掀翻。
沈清秋幹笑一聲，正要随柳清歌出地窖，突然間，毫無征兆的，心跳聲好像陡然放大數百倍，動作也跟着滞了一滞。
柳清歌覺察異狀，立刻問道：“怎麽了？”
沈清秋沒回答，右手試着想甩個靈力暴擊，微弱的靈流斷斷續續從之間蹿過，沒引起一絲火花。
我靠在這種緊要關頭發作，你玩兒我吧？！
木清芳低聲道：“‘無可解’。”
柳清歌按了他脈門，停頓一瞬，果斷把他按回去：“坐着。等。”
等什麽？！等洛冰河找上門嗎？！沈清秋霍然站起：“我跟你出去。”
柳清歌：“不要礙事。”
大大你可是一夫當關萬夫莫開的百戰峰主人！帶我一個飛能礙什麽事！
木清芳道：“沈師兄你今天吃藥了嗎？”
沈清秋真想仰天長叫：“我沒有放棄治療！！！”
我這個月明明有按時吃藥！也有按時請柳巨巨幫忙運功打通靈脈！到底為什麽會莫名其妙發作，簡直晴天霹靂一頭霧水！
這時，系統忽然好死不死提示來了：【主角爽度+100】
你滾！
你這是“沈清秋倒黴，男主就很爽”的意思嗎？！
敢不敢不要這麽含糊其辭，有種的系統就說清楚為什麽忽然加分！
木清芳又道：“沈師兄千萬不要逞強。柳師兄也是為你好。發作期間勉力奔波運功，損害極大。你留在此地休整，我去制藥，待柳師兄回來，再助你打通靈脈。”
沈清秋站起來三次，都被柳清歌按回去，木清芳的語氣又像在教育熊孩子，無奈道：“那好。柳師弟你聽我說，撒種人通體皮膚猩紅，感染力極強，遇到形似的可疑對象不要貿然上前，遠距離攻擊。回來時一定來一趟我房間，我有很重要的話同你商量。”
最後一句最重要，沈清秋刻意咬字加重。
養兵千日用在一時，柳大大你千萬要罩着我啊！
柳木二人離開地窖後，無塵凝思道：“沈仙師，你不覺得奇怪？魔界沉寂已久，而近些年來，竟有卷土重來之勢。上次仙盟大會，不少罕有魔物重出人世。而此次金蘭城更是出現了絕跡百年的撒種人，老衲擔憂，這……恐怕不是什麽好兆頭。”
Not only that, but these sowers are obviously reinforcements. The original sowers definitely did not stipulate that the infected could not be too far away from them. Shen Qingqiu felt the same way: "What the master is concerned about is exactly what I cannot rest assured about."
Yeah. Luo Binghe was supposed to stay in the abyss for another two years, but he was released early. Can this be a good omen?
After Master Wuchen was infected, his body was greatly damaged and his energy was greatly consumed. He felt tired after sitting and talking for a while. Shen Qingqiu made him lie down and tried to leave the cellar quietly. Wuchen hid in the cellar because he couldn't see the light or the wind. Shen Qingqiu's room was on the second floor of the inner hall of the weapon shop. Liu Qingge hadn't come back yet. He couldn't sleep at this time, so he sat at the table in a daze. Sometimes he thought about Luo Binghe, the little sheep who followed him and called him Master all day long. Sometimes he thought about Luo Binghe, the black lotus who made him feel uncomfortable all over. He wanted to pull out all his hair.
After a while, someone knocked on the door twice, neither loud nor soft.
Shen Qingqiu stood up suddenly from the table: "Junior Brother Liu? I've been waiting for you for most of the night, come in quickly!"
The door suddenly swung open to both sides.
Luo Binghe stood at the door of the room, his back against the endless darkness, his hands behind his back, the corners of his lips slightly raised, but there seemed to be a thousand-foot-high cold pond in his eyes.
He narrowed his eyes and said, "Master, hello."
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