His throat was pressed by a huge rock weighing thousands of pounds, and the air turned into heavy blood. Xuan Lingzi stood on the edge of the cliff, looking at his disciple bathing in blood. His chest churned and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
He heard someone behind him shouting, "Venerable Xuan Lingzi!"
But he couldn't turn back.
He didn't know how he walked over step by step. The Xuanling Sword saw him coming and flew towards him with cheers, hanging in front of his eyes. But he looked at the sword that had been with him for hundreds of years, and suddenly reached out and broke the sword!
The Xuanling Sword cried out in disbelief, unable to believe its master would treat it this way. The sword's edge brushed past Xuanlingzi's finger, leaving a deep cut through the flesh, visible to the bone.
At this moment, no one on the Cliff of Broken Love dared to speak anymore.
The remains of the Xuanling Sword struggled to make sword sounds, but Xuanlingzi ignored them. When the Xuanling Sword finally gave a last roar, Xuanlingzi suddenly turned around, staring at it with a gaze of utter hatred, and asked three times in a frantic tone, "Why did you hurt him! Why did you hurt him! Why did you hurt him!"
The Xuanling Sword was silent again, and fell into silence, waiting for death after the sword was destroyed.
Then, Xuan Lingzi touched Luo Jianqing's cheek. His face, a smile of relief and reassurance, was stained with blood and dust, no longer retaining the demeanor of Taihua Mountain's chief disciple. But Xuan Lingzi's fingers trembled as he diligently brushed away the hair stuck to his face.
He just hugged her gently at first, but in the end, he held her tightly in his arms.
"Master...I'll take you back..."
"Can I take you back to Taihua Mountain, back to Yuxiao Peak..."
"It's just the two of us. Let's go back to Yuxiao Peak. Jianqing, let's go back..."
Xuan Lingzi's kiss gently fell on Luo Jianqing's forehead, just like more than forty years ago, when he saw the seventeen-year-old young man, his heart couldn't help but beat, he wanted to kiss this child, but he held back, and held back until now. When he kissed him again, the other party could no longer respond.
Would Jianqing find him disgusting? Or would Jianqing never again want to acknowledge him as his master?
Xuan Lingzi had no chance of getting answers to all of this.
He grabbed Luo Jianqing's hand, but Luo Jianqing's hand suddenly fell down and hit the ground.
Xuan Lingzi stared at the scene in a daze, as if he didn't understand what was happening. He still reached for Luo Jianqing's hand. This time, their fingers intertwined, he held the hand tightly, just like how he had held the child's hand many years ago, leading him to practice swordplay over and over again.
"Jianqing, Master will take you back."
As soon as he finished speaking, Xuan Lingzi picked up Luo Jianqing and held him in his arms.
On the vast and boundless Cliff of Broken Love in Qizhou, hundreds of righteous cultivators watched this scene in horror. Suddenly, someone shouted, "You just kissed his corpse! You are master and disciple, how dare you..."
call out!
A golden sword light pierced through his body, and the monk who was speaking stopped breathing.
The righteous monks were horrified. Some said, "This is incest between master and disciple." Some said, "You are disgusting and dirty." Some said, "Venerable Xuan Lingzi is already dead, don't be stubborn." Some said, "Is Venerable Xuan Lingzi crazy? He is going against the righteous path for a dead man."
Then, they died one by one in the sword light containing infinite hatred.
On the vast and boundless Cliff of Broken Love in Qizhou, only Xuan Lingzi holding Luo Jianqing and a dazed Li Xiuchen were left.
Xuan Lingzi looked at the second disciple in front of him blankly. He just watched quietly without saying a word.
Li Xiuchen's voice trembled slightly, "Master, my elder...senior brother feels guilty and would rather die."
Xuan Lingzi still looked at him blankly.
Li Xiuchen continued, "Master, our eldest brother is a persecutor of his compatriots. He killed so many of our righteous colleagues today! You came to Broken Love Cliff to clean up the mess. He killed all these people. It has nothing to do with you!"
Xuan Lingzi still didn't make a sound.
Li Xiuchen gritted his teeth and said, "Master, you can't be deceived by the eldest brother anymore. He is already dead. You..."
"shut up!"
A golden sword energy brushed past Li Xiuchen's face, frightening him so much that he dared not speak.
Xuan Lingzi hugged the person in his arms tightly, pressed his cheek against that cold face, rubbing it gently, and muttered to himself over and over again: "He's not dead, he's not dead... He's really not dead, he's going home..."
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In the small bamboo hut, Xuan Lingzi's eyes flushed red with memories of his past life, and his inner demons surged once more. He bit Luo Jianqing's lips hard, leaning forward slightly, and suddenly pressed him down onto the bamboo couch. They both fell to the ground with a thud.
Luo Jianqing was a little stunned, but Xuan Lingzi's hand began to move down.
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When Xuan Lingzi suppressed his pleasure and finished reciting the incantation, Luo Jianqing also felt that he was about to die here.
Xuan Lingzi gently came out of his body, but Luo Jianqing stopped him, pounced on him, and kissed him again. The two fell on the bamboo couch and started kissing again. This time, without the control of the inner demon, Xuan Lingzi seemed a little awkward, so Luo Jianqing pressed him down and kissed him wantonly.
After the kiss, Luo Jianqing smiled softly: "Wuyin, Wuyin..."
Xuan Lingzi looked up at the disciple who had overpowered him and murmured, "Jianqing..."
The two looked at each other for a moment, and finally started another round of lovemaking.
Xuan Lingzi had cultivated for over three hundred years, yet had never experienced love. Luo Jianqing, a novice with only eloquence, was also a master. The two hit it off immediately, engaging in a passionate love affair from day to night. Finally, Luo Jianqing gave in first and fell into a deep sleep. Xuan Lingzi then embraced him, his finger touching the sword mark between his brows to replenish his spiritual energy.
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