Because I want to get close to this person, I can't help but imitate him and want to be closer to him.
So you see, this person was already so angry, but he still couldn't find a word to scold him, and could only say that he was rude.
In his previous life, before he fell into the demonic path and endured years of pursuit, Luo Jianqing had never imagined he would become what he is now. However, from the moment he was expelled from the sect, the perfectly observant senior brother of Mount Taihua died. Even now, he only wears a perfect mask; his heart is no longer as indifferent and indifferent as it once was.
He had desires, he wanted to achieve higher cultivation; he wanted to kill Li Xiuchen, he wanted to seize the Heavenly Dao.
He wants that person!
In fact, despite the fact that many demon cultivators always killed innocent people, Luo Jianqing was very envious of demon cultivators. Demon cultivators were unruly and willful, doing whatever they wanted. They didn't need to use so many things to restrain themselves like these so-called righteous cultivators.
In this life, he wanted to wear that perfect mask forever, but things in the world are not always as we wish.
This person is still the venerable one standing on Yuxiao Peak, untainted by the dust, but he can no longer be the bright and clear first disciple of Taihua Mountain.
After standing in front of the bamboo house for a long time without receiving a response, Luo Jianqing sighed softly and said, "Master, I understand."
After he finished speaking, Luo Jianqing turned and left, personally picking up the broken bamboo and wood on the ground. He cut bamboo in the bamboo forest, and bit by bit he built another bamboo house for himself. When the sun rose the next day, another bamboo house was completed.
Looking at this bamboo house, Luo Jianqing's thoughts went back to more than thirty years ago.
Before he was ten, he had never moved into the bamboo house; he had always lived with that man. At that time, Luo Jianqing hadn't yet practiced fasting. Disciples brought him food from the foot of the mountain every day, and Venerable Xuan Lingzi would eat with him. At the table, Luo Jianqing never spoke, not even a sound, because his elegant and refined master was just like that.
After breakfast, it was time for a full day of training. Xuan Lingzi sat cross-legged on the bamboo couch, practicing, with tiny Luo Jianqing sitting beside him. Children, after all, have such strong wills. Before the age of six, Luo Jianqing would often fall asleep, only to wake up and find himself between Xuan Lingzi's legs, only to open his eyes and see his master's handsome face.
At that time, Luo Jianqing always subconsciously wanted to touch the hair of the person in front of him, so Xuan Lingzi would sigh and say helplessly: "Jianqing, let go."
If Luo Jianqing didn't let go, Xuan Lingzi wouldn't say anything.
At night, Xuan Lingzi could have meditated, but Luo Jianqing wanted to rest. One day, after Luo Jianqing had rolled into Xuan Lingzi's lap for the umpteenth time, grumbling in dissatisfaction, Xuan Lingzi would pick up the delicate child and sleep with him, clothed.
Since then, Luo Jianqing rolled into Xuan Lingzi's arms every day, finding the most comfortable place to fall asleep.
In the small and cold bamboo house, the master and the disciple slept in each other's arms, and this sleep lasted for four whole years.
When he was ten years old, Xuan Lingzi built a bamboo hut for Luo Jianqing, ordering him to live there from then on and devote himself to cultivation. By then, Luo Jianqing had already reached the fifth level of Qi Refining, but he still had the heart of a child. Naturally, he was deeply unhappy about leaving his beloved master so suddenly.
So that night, he sneaked into Xuan Lingzi's room, wanting to get into that warm embrace again.
What awaited him was Xuan Lingzi's ruthless wave of his sleeve. Luo Jianqing sat on the ground in a daze, only to hear Xuan Lingzi's cold voice: "Master ordered you to live in that bamboo house and concentrate on your cultivation. Jianqing, did you not hear what Master said? Or are you so disrespectful to your elders that you dare to disobey Master's orders?"
Under the moonlight, Xuan Lingzi's face was indifferent and his eyes were stern.
It was rare to see Xuan Lingzi so cold and heartless. Little Luo Jianqing was frightened and couldn't even utter a word. Later, Xuan Lingzi sighed helplessly and carried him to the bed. While holding him in his arms, he whispered, "This is just this once, and it won't happen again. Jianqing... go to sleep."
After that, Luo Jianqing never went back. He was really scared by the strict Xuan Lingzi at that time.
At this moment, standing in front of this brand new bamboo house, all those memories suddenly flooded back. Luo Jianqing looked at it for a long time, and finally couldn't help but say, "Master, this house is too new, I'm not used to it for a while. Since the house has been changed, is there still a chance... just this once, and never again?"
No one answered.
The sword pattern between Luo Jianqing's eyebrows flickered with a faint azure light. Without another word, he drew his Frost Floating Sword, turned, and headed for the bamboo forest to begin sword practice. Icy, sharp sword lights formed shadows. Amidst the emerald green and silent bamboo forest, the white-robed monk danced relentlessly, his figure like a ghost. Each move was like a dance, drawing perfect arcs in the air.
Luo Jianqing swung his sword forward, and the bamboo leaves swayed silently; he put the sword back into his hand, and dust flew up from the ground.
The Frost Floating Sword was thrown into the air and kept spinning. Luo Jianqing began to make hand seals in his hands. When the hand seals were formed, he pointed his finger and the hand seals were embedded in the Frost Floating Sword, forming a terrifying and ferocious sword shadow.
The sword light shone brightly, radiating in all directions. However, just as it was about to fill the entire bamboo forest, it suddenly dimmed. The sword light backfired, forcing its way towards Luo Jianqing, but at this moment, a golden sword energy pierced through the air, blocking the sword light that was shot towards Luo Jianqing and shattering it.
Luo Jianqing felt a surge of heat in his chest. The backlash from his failed sword move made his blood and energy unstable. He turned around hastily and said, "Master!"
However, when I looked back, I still saw an empty bamboo forest.
Luo Jianqing shook his head helplessly, picked up the fallen Frost Floating Sword with amusement, and returned to his bamboo hut. He officially began his retreat. In addition to trying to break through the realm, he also had to work hard to consolidate his cultivation, refine his spiritual power, and try to use the sword move that he had just used to transcend the realm.
On Yuxiao Peak, there are two simple and plain bamboo houses. The master and the disciple are both in seclusion and no one goes out.
Within a year, Xie Zizhuo came three times, Zuo Yunmo twice, and Mu Tianxin and the others once, but none of them received a response from the master and disciple. Perhaps guessing they were in seclusion, they reluctantly left. Four months before the sect competition was about to begin, Luo Jianqing suddenly opened his eyes, a flash of inspiration in them.
At this moment, on Haoming Peak, an ordinary-looking disciple also packed his bags, intending to leave before the sect competition to seek opportunities and improve his strength. He naturally didn't know that on Yuxiao Peak, not far away, Luo Jianqing had already stood by his bed, his eyes fixed on Haoming Peak, and he murmured softly, "It's probably time to come out of seclusion."
That
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