The Demon Emperor of Lingfei Qingtian Has Been Captured

He hugged her slowly.

Jun Muqian was stunned for a moment, even though she had traveled across the Eastern Region for many years and met countless people, she was a little at a loss at this moment.

This time, she forgot everything she had thought before.

From the corner of his eye, he could see a faint glow floating on his silver mask.

Jun Muqian didn't move, her body froze for a moment, but it wasn't because of being too close.

It's not like she hasn't been this close to him before, as early as when the one in the palace faced the enemy, the time when he was forced to drink medicine, and the time when she slapped Su Qing in public...

But these cannot be compared with today's time.

It was obviously just an ordinary hug, but Jun Muqian felt that her heart was moved.

She didn't speak, and Rong Qing didn't move.

Time seemed to stop flowing at this moment, and everything around was quiet.

The breeze is cool, and the sunlight casts mottled shadows on the ground through the leaves, swaying and swaying.

It was so quiet that it was unreal.

Just when Jun Muqian finally calmed down and was considering how to speak, the man in scarlet clothes took a step ahead of her.

Rong spoke softly, with a cold voice: Blessing that came late.

After saying these five words, he straightened up, simply and neatly

During this process, Jun Muqian's body shook again.

How does she feel? Is he too close to her?

She must have felt wrong, after all, a person as cold and self-contained as he, who even wears his clothes, would not take the initiative to do such a thing.

Until ten seconds after they separated, Jun Muqian was still sitting there.

She stared ahead with her eyes open, but her pupils were out of focus, and her mind was filled with thoughts.

What did he just say?

Oh luck.

But what does a hug have to do with luck?

Jun Muqian felt that she couldn't turn her head around for a while, looked up at the man in scarlet who had already sat down again, and hummed two words: Blessing?

Hearing this, Rong Qing held the wine glass, glanced at her, and reminded: You said it yourself earlier.

Myself? Jun Muqian was taken aback, and then she remembered slowly, Oh, that's what I said.

——It is said that if you survive a catastrophe, you will have a future blessing. My blessing is to let the young master give me a hug.

Oh, I see.

Only then did Jun Muqian realize, and she said, why he suddenly hugged her was because of her words.

She held her chin and looked at the person opposite, thinking to herself, this person seems aloof and unapproachable, but sometimes, he has a pretty good heart and a delicate heart.

Now thinking about it carefully, Jun Muqian suddenly understood why Rong Qing chose to give her blessing at that time.

Because she said something - still a little sad.

Is this to prevent her from being sad, so he took the initiative to give her blessings?

Sudden--

Young master.

Um?

It's so kind of you.

Um.

Jun Muqian expressed that she was very moved, and after a pause, she asked, So I want to call you by another name, do you mind?

Rong Qing's hand holding the wine glass paused, and finally raised his head, still with an unclear ending: Huh?

Xu Shi saw that the eyes of the woman in purple were too bright and filled with hope, but she still didn't refuse.

Forget it, she is currently depressed because of her background, so she doesn't have to worry about anything.

He also wanted to see what she was going to call him.

Rong Qing lowered her eyes and said lightly: You call.

Then--

father.

A sincere call that contains rich emotions.

If others heard it at this moment, I'm afraid they would burst into tears, and then think about what kind of affectionate father and daughter this is, which is really enviable.

But obviously, the two people in the room are not in this relationship.

So the second after the voice landed, there was a click!

The crisp sound in the air disturbed the birds resting on the branches outside the window.

Rong Qing looked at the purple-clothed woman sitting across from him expressionlessly, his eyes narrowed, his voice was calm, unable to hear any emotion: Father?

The word gave him a very bad feeling.

Because that day, on the way back from the palace banquet, when she was drunk, she also mistook him for her father.

Well, she also said his daddy was a bird.

But at that time, she was unconscious.

People who are drunk are stupid, so she is the stupidest of stupid.

Calling him dad is nothing, and it's just a mistake, but now——

Kind of like killing people.

And, still don't know why.

Don't be angry. Jun Muqian saw that he seemed to be angry, and his voice softened a little, I just screamed, because you are so kind, just now, I felt the love of my father.

Father's love? The voice as cold as snow became a little deeper, with a cold tone.

Rong gently put down the cup in his hand, without any strength to support it, the cup soon broke into countless pieces and scattered on the table.

Then, he turned his head and looked at her with cold eyes.

Jun Muqian stared at the pile of debris on the table, and hissed, good work.

Even Xueyu can be crushed with one hand, she is really envious.

Qingmei, don't be angry, I'm really just screaming. Jun Muqian quickly withdrew her thoughts, she had a hunch that she seemed to have caused a big problem today.

But obviously she also asked for his consent, why is he angry.

After thinking about it, Jun Muqian was relieved again, for a beauty, it's boring if you don't have a big temper.

Only when you have a temper can you coax her, how can you prove yourself if you don't coax her.

Sensing that the air pressure around her was getting lower and lower, Jun Muqian thought for a while, and then laughed: My lord, I'm just calling out, don't take it seriously, how could you be my father, you are...

At this point, she paused, unable to find a suitable word for a moment.

But at this time, Rong Qing took a special look at her, as if to ask: What is it?

Well, yes, yes... Jun Muqian suddenly had a flash of inspiration, It's my beauty.

After finishing speaking, the extremely low air pressure was instantly relieved.

call……

Jun Muqian breathed a sigh of relief, brushed her hair, and thought to herself, finally coaxed.

It seems that she can't call it that way in the future, she has to remember.

Alas, but she really just wanted to bark.

She didn't have a father, so she had to fantasize about it.

Qing Meiren, you... Jun Muqian looked at him still expressionless, and said a little uncertainly, Aren't you angry?

Rong Qing raised her eyes and glanced at her, raised her hand unhurriedly to take another wine glass for herself, and said in a neutral voice, Why are you angry?

Yes, yes, yes! Jun Muqian nodded quickly, You are not angry, but you are happy.

But I thought in my heart, she is really a good person, she didn't expose him.

Hmm... Now that he said that, he must be angry if it was the other way around.

But why?

Suddenly, Jun Muqian remembered what Fufeng had said to her just now - doesn't Xiaoqian know that a man's age is a secret?

It turns out... She did something wrong unintentionally.

Never dare again.

However, her beauty looks so beautiful, without even a single wrinkle, and she is at most twenty years old.

Twenty years old is so young, why do you care about age?

Jun Muqian immediately changed the subject. She cleared her throat and asked, Miss Qingmei, where is your family?

After asking a question, she remembered that every time she saw him, he only had an extra Mu Lin by his side.

He usually walks alone, and he never sees anyone following him or appearing with him.

Hearing this, Rong Qing paused for a moment, but after only a moment, he said flatly: Not here.

Is that so... Jun Mu's shallow eyes showed a clear smile, Then your parents must be pretty too?

To be able to give birth to such a son, this couple must be so magnificent.

Rong Qing thought for a while, then said casually: Really.

Is... right? Jun Mu was slightly surprised, You don't even know what your parents look like, do you?

This has to be... how early did you leave home?

Rong shook his head lightly, but then he nodded slightly.

Jun Muqian was confused by his move of denying and then confirming, she was a little at a loss: What do you mean?

It means— Rong Qing raised his hand, picked up the chopsticks again, still holding the fish, eat.

Jun Muqian: ...

She didn't want to see fish at all now.

She decided that she would never eat fish again.

Oh, how can her brain be supplemented by fish.

absurd!

But in the end, the emperor gave in and she ate it.

**

After a few more days like this, the disciples of Tianji Building finally confirmed one thing, that is——

Their ancestors really disappeared completely!

It wasn't that no disciples saw old man Tianji trapped there by Rong Qing that day, unable to even move.

It's just that they were too far away to know what was going on.

But I could guess something from the facial expression of the old man Tianji, and I couldn't help mentioning it, wondering if their Tianji building was about to be in trouble.

They can even clean up their ancestors, so what are these little shrimps?

One finger can crush it to death!

But later, the disciples of Tianji Building realized that they were thinking too much.

Because after observing for a few days, they found that Rong Qing had no tendency to do this, but the goddess brought back by the ancestors had entered into cultivation.

Every day, the aura of their Tianji Building is decreasing at a speed visible to the naked eye, which really makes them heartbroken, but they dare not say anything, after all, they are wronged first.

Therefore, I had to keep praying in my heart that the two great Buddhas could walk.

It is really difficult to move forward without the protection of the ancestors.

However, this is not the most difficult part, because not only their ancestors are missing, but even the host is also behind closed doors.

The entire Tianji Building has no leader, and with the maintenance of the left and right guardians, the order barely got out of control.

Fortunately, there are no other sects visiting Tianji City these days. If there are, they probably don't know what to do.

At this moment, the disciples inevitably had another guess in their hearts——

Both of them are missing, so they can't be together, right?

Could it be that their ancestors locked up their landlord because they were too angry?

Some of the older generation who have stayed in Tianji Building for a long time are very clear that this pair of mentors and apprentices who look glamorous to the outside world are not as friendly as the rumors say.

On the contrary, when the two meet, there will be a fight.

But every time, Yan Shaoling was the one being suppressed.

This is something that can't be helped, old man Tianji is too powerful, and can borrow power from Tiandao, ordinary people are no match for him at all.

Not to mention, Yan Shaoling's abilities are all taught by him, he clearly knows where his apprentice's weaknesses are, and he can catch them one by one.

After this idea came out, the guardians on the left and right were a little anxious, and there was only one hope in their hearts.

The ancestors must not kill the landlord in a fit of anger, otherwise their Tianji building will definitely fall apart.

But this time, these disciples guessed wrong.

Old Man Tianji and Yan Shaoling were indeed together, but it was not Yan Shaoling who was imprisoned, but Old Man Tianji.

Apprentice, shut up the master.

Even old man Tianji didn't know that there was a secret passage under the small study where Yan Shaoling often practiced calligraphy.

The secret passage leads directly to a secret room. This secret room looks like it has been around for ten years, and the wall skin has peeled off a lot.

But at this moment, in this secret room, a somewhat hunched figure was trapped on the wall.

An iron ring was embedded between his limbs and neck.

Chains dangled from his body, intertwined on the ground.

And in front of this hunched figure, stood a tall young man.

Master, it's time to drink water. Yan Shaoling held a glass of water and smiled slightly, You can't do anything now, so I have prepared everything for you.

Hearing these words, the hunched figure slowly raised his head.

It is the old man Tianji!

He looked at the pale young man with heavy breathing, and suddenly a hoarse laugh came out of his mouth, like the cry of an evil ghost.

Ha ha ha ha--

Hearing this laughter, Yan Shaoling still looked the same, he didn't even frown, the cloud was calm and the wind was light.

After laughing for a long time, old man Tianji stopped, and stared at him with cloudy eyes: Shaoling, Shaoling, as a teacher, I really underestimate you.

You are really amazing to be able to trap the teacher here, amazing!

Although he was praising him, his tone was gnashing his teeth, wanting to swallow all the flesh and blood of the person in front of him.

Don't look at me like that, master. Yan Shaoling raised his hand to cover his eyes, and said softly, You are just a spiritual sect now.

Old Man Tianji's body froze.

Yes, he is just a Lingzong.

Although in the secular world, Lingzong can destroy a city with bare hands.

However, among the sects with a large number of talents, although the Lingzong is strong, it is not the pinnacle.

After a long time, old man Tianji laughed strangely: Shaoling, you have been waiting for this day for a long time, right? Huh?

What good does it do you to trap a teacher here?

The reason why he asked this was because he knew that Yan Shaoling couldn't kill him.

He was chosen by the Dao of Heaven, and he is the guardian of Huaxu!

Unless he kills himself, even if his heart is broken, he won't die.

Yes, master, I have been waiting for a long time. Yan Shaoling put down his hand and chuckled, Every time I dream, I dream about how I killed you.

It's been too long, this hatred has long been engraved in my heart.

How did he survive all these years?

It is hatred that supports him, and he can only be happy when he sees that his master is worse than him.

Master, do you know how long I have been building this secret room? Yan Shaoling looked at Old Man Tianji, and said slowly, Eight years.

Old Man Tianji suddenly raised his head, his expression seemed a little shocked.

You didn't notice it, did you? Yan Shaoling said indifferently, You've always been so conceited, how could you notice such a thing?

As if thinking of something, old man Tianji's expression changed suddenly: Are you showing weakness to this old man?

How could he not be able to handle even his few fists if he could even learn the spiritual scriptures such as the Yinmeng Technique?

Showing weakness? Yan Shaoling shook his head, Not master, that's not called showing weakness, that's called ahem...

He coughed a few times, and then smiled slightly: It's just hiding his strength.

If you don't do this, master, you would have killed me long ago.

Yan Shaoling knew old man Tianji too well, and he also knew that his master brought him back to cultivate a puppet that could be completely controlled, and he must not exceed expectations.

If it exceeds, his master will cut him off without hesitation.

Old Man Tianji sneered, You do understand, old man.

Master, how could I not understand you? I have been with you for so many years. Yan Shaoling's eyes blurred, Master, you are the only one by my side all these years.

Elder Tianji still sneered: Why don't you let him go as a teacher?

Hearing these words, Yan Shaoling looked at him for a while, then suddenly smiled.

Old Man Tianji suddenly had a bad feeling: You...