Since then, his contact with Luo Jianqing has become less and less frequent. Xuan Lingzi gradually began to wonder what his disciple was thinking, and their relationship was no longer as close as before. However, now, his disciple hugged him tightly and loudly revealed his unspeakable dirty thoughts, forcing him to no longer avoid it.
However, they are master and disciple, and this kind of relationship is immoral, incestuous, and...
Xuan Lingzi suddenly opened his eyes wide, and a bloody scene appeared before his eyes.
An ice-cold and ruthless sword, a clifftop with howling winds, countless righteous monks watching coldly, a man covered in blood but already dead... The whole world was blood-red, the wind had turned into sticky blood, the stench of blood filled the nose, that man lay on the clifftop, his green clothes were all stained with blood, that man could no longer open his eyes, that man's chest was pierced by a sword that he was familiar with to the bone!
Xuan Lingzi couldn't help but tremble all over, which made Luo Jianqing, who was holding him, stunned for a moment. He immediately let go of Xuan Lingzi and asked him what was wrong with him. However, Xuan Lingzi just kept trembling, his eyes gradually filled with bloodshot, his face pale, and he was almost crazy.
The terrifying spiritual power was running rampant in the bamboo house, but even though it had lost its mind, it still did not hurt Luo Jianqing at all.
Luo Jianqing kept saying, "Master! Master, what's wrong with you? Look at me. Is it a wound on your soul? I'll ask Qingjun to come over immediately. I won't force you anymore. I won't threaten you anymore. Master, you um..."
A fiery hot kiss suddenly fell, sealing Luo Jianqing's lips. Luo Jianqing opened his eyes wide in disbelief, but his waist was tightly locked by a pair of iron arms, like handcuffs, making it impossible for him to escape.
Xuan Lingzi's tongue deftly pried open Luo Jianqing's teeth and slipped into his mouth. His tongue frantically licked every inch of his skin, while his teeth gently bit his plump lips, causing Luo Jianqing to moan softly.
A tingling sensation spread from the place where their lips touched. In the end, Luo Jianqing couldn't help but hug Xuan Lingzi's waist, closed his eyes, and responded to this sudden kiss enthusiastically.
They forgot where they were, they forgot what year and month it was, they forgot what master and disciple meant, and they forgot all the rules and etiquette that were against them!
Luo Jianqing was dizzy from Xuan Lingzi's kiss, and felt as if he was about to suffocate, but Xuan Lingzi did not let him go and continued to kiss him. The sucking sound between their lips and tongues was ambiguous and beautiful, and a transparent silver thread slid down from Luo Jianqing's lips, making him blush.
When the kiss finally ended, Luo Jianqing's lips were red and swollen, and he lowered his head to catch his breath. Before he even looked up, he felt a cold tear drip onto his cheek. Luo Jianqing froze, and slowly raised his head.
Xuan Lingzi lowered his eyes, silently gazing at him. His usually cold face was filled with an indescribable sorrow, as if suffering had reached its peak, as if consumed by boundless despair. He could only hear Xuan Lingzi muttering in a hoarse voice, "Jianqing, don't die, don't die... If you die, what will I do..."
Luo Jianqing couldn't hear his voice clearly: "Master, what are you saying?"
The next moment, Xuan Lingzi closed his eyes and fell backwards.
Luo Jianqing took it in panic.
Xuan Lingzi's face flickered between pale and blue, his complexion as pale as gold paper, and his lips were bloodless. Luo Jianqing was about to use his spiritual power to probe the inside of Xuan Lingzi's body, but before his spiritual power could make contact, he was knocked away by the raging spiritual power within Xuan Lingzi's body.
Xuan Lingzi suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.
Luo Jianqing looked at the scene in horror. Without caring what the situation was, he turned around and ran out of the bamboo house. He grabbed Qingjun who was drinking tea and brought him to Xuan Lingzi's house.
Mo Qiu had been playing with an ornament in Luo Jianqing's room when he saw what was happening, so he quickly followed. Seeing Xuan Lingzi lying on the bamboo couch, his life or death uncertain, Mo Qiu's eyes narrowed, and he subconsciously gathered his demonic energy, ready to attack. But in a split second, he saw Luo Jianqing dragging Qingjun to Xuan Lingzi's couch, nervously and tremblingly letting Qingjun heal his wounds.
Mo Qiu's gaze suddenly froze when he saw Luo Jianqing's swollen lips.
After a long moment, Qing Jun said, "Venerable Xuan Lingzi's soul is indeed seriously injured, but I'm only an elixir practitioner, not an elixir cultivator. I don't understand what happened to him. My realm is far inferior to his, so I'm afraid I'll have to find a cultivator above the Mahayana stage to detect the specific cause."
Luo Jianqing immediately stood up: "I'm going to find Senior Master Yu Qingzi! Although she is only in the late stage of the Tribulation, she is one of the most powerful alchemy masters in the world!"
However, before Luo Jianqing could leave, he was stopped by Mo Qiu.
Mo Qiu's face was cold, and he looked at the anxious Luo Jianqing with a complicated expression, saying, "I want to know what's going on with him."
Mo Qiu stepped forward. After a moment, he retracted his spiritual power and said, "His emotions were too volatile. His soul was already seriously injured. This time, he was disturbed by the backlash of his inner demon, and the damage to his soul was even more serious. There's no need to find anyone else. This little brat can heal him."
Hearing this, Luo Jianqing asked, "Are you sure?"
Qingjun said calmly, "I believe him. Now that we know the reason, everything will be easier. You guys go out first. I'll use my elixir to heal his spirit. It might take a while, at least three days, at most seven."
Luo Jianqing nodded immediately and took Mo Qiu away. After they reached the outside of the house, he left Mo Qiu aside and stood anxiously in front of the bamboo house, not leaving for an instant.
Time passed slowly, and the voice of the junior sister came from the foot of the mountain again.
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