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Chapter 199: Damn it, my disciple is the Demon Lord 18

From the neighbor's dog, the aunt's chickens, the old ox at the entrance of the village, the snakes and scorpions in the nearby mountain village...

Every time he woke up, he was in a pool of blood. Lin Zhou didn't know why this happened. But he was afraid that people around him would look at him with strange eyes, so he fled the scene in a thrilling way.

The villagers were very worried about this, thinking it was caused by ghosts in the mountains.

When he was ten years old, he woke up in his own home.

The tragically dead bodies of his adoptive parents lay beside him.

This time, a neighbor opened the door and saw him. The news spread everywhere and everyone said that he had killed his adoptive parents.

The villagers cursed him as a monster and threatened to tie him up and burn him to death. Later, an immortal came out and explained that he was possessed by a mountain monster and had driven out the evil spirit from his body.

Although the truth came out, the villagers were obviously afraid of him, and he was driven out of the village after his adoptive parents died.

The immortal touched him and said that there was a strong evil force in his body, which would take over his body when he relaxed. He couldn't control it yet, so he could only purify it slowly through spiritual power.

Finally, the immortal used all his life's spiritual power to purify the evil energy in his body.

Lin Zhou looked at the immortal whose body and soul had dissipated, his mind in a trance. Under some guidance, he climbed mountains and waded through water to reach Yunqi Sect.

He became a disciple and practiced hardship, trying to eliminate harm for the people, in an attempt to offset the sin of killing that he had unintentionally committed in the past.

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These days, Lin Zhou has been training outside, and the sect master's disciple Lu Xingxuan often comes to see him.

After the two met during the entrance trial, the pretty girl always found various reasons to appear in front of him.

She is always smiling, sometimes she seems heartless, but sometimes she is very thoughtful.

Every time she appears, she is like a dazzling little sun, and her bright and lively smile can catch everyone's attention.

"Lin Zhou, this is for you." Lu Xingxuan, who was wearing a pink dress, shyly put something into his palm.

Lin Zhou looked down and saw it was a sword tassel.

But he vaguely remembered that he did not have his natal sword now.

Lu Xingxuan raised her almond-shaped eyes and looked at him timidly, her hands unconsciously clenched under her sleeves, "Don't you like it?"

Lin Zhou nodded, then quickly shook his head, "I like it. But I always feel like there's something weird about it."

"As long as you like it." The girl smiled sweetly and suddenly ran away.

Lin Zhou looked at her departing back, then moved his gaze to the extremely beautiful sword tassel woven on his palm, and frowned unconsciously.

Why did he unconsciously pay attention to Lu Xingxuan, as if they should be in love with each other? But he always felt that something was wrong.

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"Master, Lin Zhou is there!" Lu Xingxuan suddenly shouted.

Everyone's eyes turned to the direction of her finger.

The full moon was cold, and a young man in a blue sect disciple's uniform was lying upright among the red spider lilies, his face peaceful and calm. The curved stamens gently wrapped around his ear hair, and around him were piles of bones.

There is a strange beauty everywhere.

Shi Qing couldn't see it, but he could feel the spiritual power he had attached to the cloud bell and Lin Zhou's breath.

The boy's cold, grass-like scent was diluted by the faint fragrance that permeated the surroundings, and his breathing was gradually getting weaker.

At the same time, she poured out her spiritual power, covering the surroundings completely. There was no danger, she tiptoed lightly and flew to the sleeping Lin Zhou.

Jiang Wei looked up at the full moon in the sky. It was a little darker than what he had seen just now, and its outline was gradually disappearing.

With a guess in mind, he ordered the other disciples to stay where they were, and then he flew towards the center of the flower cluster.

Shi Qing squatted down and checked Lin Zhou's condition. He was not injured and was not seriously injured.

She called out twice, but Lin Zhou was like a sleeping beauty, showing no reaction to the outside world. Jiang Wei fluttered his eyelids, his dark pupils glowing with a faint scarlet.

After quickly glancing at Shi Qing who seemed anxious, he speculated, "Lin Zhou must have fallen into a dream. The red spider lilies around him look strange."

Shi Qing tilted his head, "But as I remember, red spider lilies do not have the ability to make people weave dreams."

"There is no red spider lily, but there is a plant that looks very similar to it, and it has the ability to induce hallucinations and dreams."

Shi Qing paused as he remembered something, "Are you talking about Zhu Mansha?"

Jiang Wei nodded, "That's right. If she hides herself in a bunch of red spider lilies, it will be very difficult to tell."

Red spider lily usually has three branches, but Zhu Mansha has four. The stamens and petals are denser and finer than the former. At first glance, they seem to be the same type, but in fact they are two different types.

The most important thing is that the latter has leaves when it blooms.

Zhu Mansha mainly absorbs human essence, usually releasing fragrance to make people dazed and confused when they are unprepared, and then drags people into a dream unknowingly. The longer the dream, the higher the ability it gains.

When Shi Qing went down the mountain with them for training, he was pulled into the illusion by it.

At that time, she was so dependent on and admired Senior Brother Fuxue that she married him in her dream. If Fuxue and Jiang Wei hadn't arrived in time, she would probably never wake up.

Jiang Wei obviously also recalled the scene he witnessed that day: the girl was wearing a complicated and bright red wedding dress, sitting upright and nervously in the snowy room.

A corner of her red veil was lifted, and her powdered eyelids drooped obediently. Her thick eyelashes trembled and slowly opened. Jiang Wei's dead expression was clearly reflected in her astonished eyes.

At that time, the young boy Jiang Wei lifted the veil with one hand, and his slender body jumped straight. He was looking down from above, and he could see all the subtle reactions of the girl.

She loved dressing up on a daily basis, and often violated the sect's rules by wearing all kinds of skirts, exquisite and gorgeous jewelry, and wandering in front of Senior Brother Fuxue in a flamboyant manner.

The expression on her face was so clear and conspicuous, who in the sect didn't know what she was thinking?

Now that she was married and her wish had come true, she dressed more beautifully than usual. With red lips, white teeth, and bright eyes, she looked particularly charming.

"Why is it you? Where's my brother?"

When she saw him, the light in the girl's eyes dimmed suddenly, and the surprise and disappointment on her face really hurt his eyes.

In the sect, the only person she could affectionately call "Senior Brother" without adding any prefix was Fuxue.

Jiang Wei pursed his lips tightly and threw the veil on the ground angrily, but no one paid any attention to it.

"It's time to wake up."

After coming out of the dream, the girl blamed him for coming at an inopportune time. If he had come later, she would have gotten what she wanted, even in a dream.

Jiang Wei was so angry that he sneered. Fu Xue had also gone in, but after she went back, she was only angry with him for half a month.

His thoughts were suddenly pulled back and Jiang Wei subconsciously glanced at Shi Qing.

Fifty years later, she has become more delicate and beautiful, with red lips and white teeth, skin as white as cream, and a calm temperament. She often has a layer of cloth over her eyes, and her emotions are not revealed on her face.

Jiang Wei couldn't even remember what her eyes looked like.

Lively and playful, innocent, lazy and undisciplined... these were the words he used to describe her.

From when will the qualities of being well-behaved, sensible, gentle, fair, reasonable, and considerate, which belong to another person, appear in her again?

"Elder Jiang?"

The stiff and distant address mercilessly brought him back to reality. Jiang Wei looked in the direction of the voice and asked in a deep voice, "What's the matter?"

"I will enter Lin Zhou's illusion and wake him up later." Shi Qing stated his purpose and refused to say another word.

Jiang Wei frowned, "The illusion is ever-changing. If the situation inside is dangerous, I'm afraid you won't be able to handle it alone."

The owner of the illusion is Lin Zhou, and the dream can change as he wants. After entering, no one knows who they are playing, and their behavior and thoughts are not completely under their own control. If the owner of the dream is startled, the intruder is very likely to be injured.

After a long while, Jiang Wei said calmly: "I'll go in with you."

What he said made sense, and Shi Qing nodded. Jiang Wei then instructed Si Nian and other disciples to find Zhu Mansha disguised in the group of red spider lilies and destroy it, while they went into the illusion to wake up Lin Zhou.

Jiang Wei cast a simple protective formation around his body, chanted a spell, and he and Shi Qing each held the boy's hand.

Everything went dark before their eyes, and the two men fell beside Lin Zhou.

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Time flies, and Lin Zhou has been in Yunqi Sect for four or five years. He has made great achievements at a young age, and has won the first place in the sect competitions many times. He has also been able to overcome dangers when going out for training, and has become the most trustworthy senior brother among the disciples.

Lu Xingxuan often went down the mountain with him for training, and they were inseparable. Everyone in the sect said that the two of them had a deep affection for each other.

Returning to the sect once again, Lin Zhou stood upright at the foot of the main hall and saluted the sect leader and elders from each peak.

"I wonder why the master called me here?"

The head of the sect sat on the throne and said with a smile: "Let your master talk about this matter."

Lin Zhou looked respectfully at the woman above. For some reason, it seemed that his master was more humane today than usual.

Her eyes trembled under the black silk, and a faint smile spilled out from her red lips, "Lin Zhou, the matter you mentioned last time, I have already discussed it with the headmaster and the elders..."

Her voice was as clear as water, but Lin Zhou was stunned.

What did he mention to Master? Why did he have no recollection of it?

Shi Qing could vaguely see the figure of the young man through the black silk. She paused and continued:

"Master has decided to hold a wedding for you and Xing Xuan in three days."

what?

Lin Zhou raised his head in disbelief, his dark jade eyes filled with confusion and bewilderment, "Master, disciple——"

"Lin Zhou," Shi Qing interrupted him in time, "Why don't you thank the headmaster and the elders?"

Lin Zhou was caught off guard by the sudden news and thanked him in a fluctuating state. After returning to the Snowy Peak, he was still confused like a headless fly.

He and Lu Xingxuan had a good relationship, but it was limited to the friendship between fellow disciples. Why did everyone think that they were willing, even the master...

What's more, he didn't remember proposing to marry Lu Xingxuan, so what was going on today?

Lin Zhou's eyes gradually became clear, and a strong urge in his heart prompted him to do something.

Suddenly, he ran hurriedly towards the Fenghui courtyard.

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"Did you come up with the idea of ​​getting married, or did it just happen in the dream?"

Jiang Wei, dressed in a dark green robe, stood in the back mountain. The sunlight from the forest fell dappled on the golden cloud pattern on his lapels, sparkling like stars.

Shi Qing did not answer, but turned her head to look at him and said softly, "I didn't expect that after all these years, your appearance has not changed at all."

Jiang Wei was confused by her incoherent words and frowned, "Aren't you the same?"

Hearing this, Shi Qing raised her hand and took off the black silk, and her eyes under her dark eyebrows blinked gently, "It seems that there are a few more wrinkles at the corners of my eyes."

"Nonsense, how could a cultivator--" Jiang Wei retorted subconsciously, but suddenly lost his voice in the middle of his words.

His deep eyes slowly widened, his face full of astonishment, "You, you can see it?"

Shi Qing nodded, lowered his brows and looked at the black silk in his palm, "I didn't expect that I could see you again after such a long time."

She looked around at the surroundings, everything was strange yet familiar, and sighed softly:

“It seems like nothing has changed, and yet everything has changed.”

Jiang Wei glanced at her indifferently, "You are the one who has changed the most among all of them."

Shi Qing suddenly looked over to him, his misty blue eyes flickering, "Then why——"

Brother Jiang Wei, then why do you still hate me as much as before?

The corners of her lips moved, but she said nothing for a long while.

Jiang Wei waited for a long time but she didn't say anything, so he couldn't help asking, "What do you want to say?"

"Nothing." Shi Qing's voice returned to its cold tone.

"I was wrong in what I said just now. In fact, you haven't changed at all. You still like to play tricks on people." Jiang Wei looked at me coldly, and his tone was cold and mixed with a hint of nostalgia.

There was a sudden soreness and burning in his eyes. Shi Qing blinked a few times uncomfortably and couldn't help but raise his hand to rub them.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Wei's newly established indifference collapsed easily. Afraid that there was something wrong with her eyes, he hurriedly moved closer to observe.

"It hurts a bit," Shi Qing closed his eyes uncomfortably, tears as big as beans overflowed from the corners of his eyes, leaving marks on the side of his fair face.

"Let me see."

Jiang Wei was nervous. He lifted her chin with one hand and used his bony fingers to carefully and almost reverently pry open the woman's eyes.

The clear eyeballs like glass were wet, with a hint of red around the whites of the eyes. Physiological tears continued to flow and soon turned into a clear spring, gurgling and rolling.

The two of them were so close that they were somewhat intimate. Jiang Wei was much taller than the woman and could see all the movements of her facial features.

Because of the height difference, the woman was forced to look up, revealing a slender, white neck. Her face, as bright as the cold moon, had clear traces of tears, her eyebrows were furrowed, and the narrow, upturned corners of her eyes were flushed due to discomfort.

She pursed her red lips and looked aggrieved, as if she had been bullied.

The extremely low temperature was transmitted inch by inch through the skin to the broad palm, and Jiang Wei was stunned for a long time.

_

Lin Zhou, who couldn't find his master in Fenghui Courtyard, came to the back mountain with telepathy.

Through the dense leaves, he stared at the scene not far away without blinking:

The handsome and heroic man bent his waist slightly, clamping the woman's delicate chin with one hand. The slender and graceful woman closed her eyes and raised her head, her dazzlingly white and slender neck seemed to be asking for a kiss.

Their foreheads were touching, their soft long hair was entangled and they couldn't tell each other apart. Even their clothes of the same color were one light and one dark, creating an ambiguous entanglement.