When everything calmed down, the Shaoqing Sword Sect resumed its former hustle and bustle.
The battle with the Rakshasa Saint made Qin Changsheng shine in the inner world. Countless aristocratic families and immortal sects all sent in their invitations, hoping to be on good terms with Qin Changsheng.
But in the end, they were all rejected by Bai Shaoyang. The reason was that Qin Changsheng was injured and had gone into seclusion. Only then did he stop those people who were passing through the mountain gate like locusts and persuade them to retreat.
The outside world was talking a lot because of Qin Changsheng's brilliance.
The protagonist in the story almost choked to death on a mouthful of water at this moment. Qin Changsheng coughed violently for a while, and then simply wiped the corners of his mouth. He was finally able to understand the unknown Taoist Priest's instructions before leaving.
The other party asked him to go out less and stay in seclusion more. If he could choke to death even if he drank water, wouldn't he die without a body if he went out?
He now regrets the exchange of luck in those three years. His original agreement was really too hasty.
If it was just to make yourself feel dark in life, then in the past three years, I would have just practiced hard through my anger towards Ye Que.
But looking at the piles of alchemy furnaces left behind due to some magical power that caused his furnace to explode, he even forgot about the fragrance and color of the elixirs after the alchemy was successfully made.
"Junior Brother Qin? I'm here to see you." Immortal Linglong opened the door and walked in directly.
Qin Changsheng was sitting cross-legged at this time, consolidating his cultivation. He was almost possessed by Linglong Immortal Lord's shout. Fortunately, his Taoist heart was firm enough, otherwise, he might be deceived by his senior sister's voice at this moment. He was killed on the spot.
"Senior sister." Qin Changsheng smiled bitterly and looked a little tired. He knew that he could not blame Linglong Immortal for his almost going crazy. It must be the missing three years of luck again.
"Junior brother, what's wrong with you?" Linglong Immortal asked with a worried look on his face.
"It's nothing, I just feel the cold occasionally." Qin Changsheng waved his hand to indicate that he was fine.
After listening to this, Immortal Linglong frowned and murmured softly.
"We have become monks, how can we still be affected by the outside weather? Aren't we monks already immune to all diseases? I can't even remember how long it has been since I was infected by wind and cold."
Immortal Linglong did not continue to ask questions, but just told Qin Changsheng to have a good rest. Seeing Qin Changsheng's weak appearance, Immortal Linglong stood up and prepared to pour a glass of water for Qin Changsheng to moisten his throat.
But as soon as he stood up, he accidentally tripped over the Luo shirt he was wearing and fell directly to the ground. His beautiful face came into close contact with the ground.
As a miserable howl rang out, Qin Changsheng found that the Immortal Linglong was already lying on the ground. Although he didn't know what happened, the top priority was to help the Immortal Linglong up from the ground first.
Qin Changsheng stepped forward and was about to help Linglong Immortal Lord up from the ground. However, he accidentally tripped over the chair next to him and directly pressed down on Linglong Immortal Lord's body, his face directly touching the ground. Had a close contact.
Two miserable howls resounded throughout the entire Shaoqing Sword Sect.
To prevent any further mishaps, Qin Changsheng carefully climbed up from Linglong Immortal Lord's body and moved to the open space next to him.
Linglong Immortal Lord held his waist and slowly stood upright.
The two looked at each other, and the originally wailing voice turned into laughter.
The two pointed at each other's cheeks, which made Linglong Immortal suddenly nervous.
Feeling the pain on his cheek, he immediately stood up, picked up the bronze mirror on the table, and looked at it. Seeing the bruises on his face, Linglong Immortal had the intention to kill.
Using the power within his body to resolve the injuries and pain on his cheeks, Linglong Immortal was puzzled. He had entered the secret realm of supernatural powers and became a monk. His physical strength was even more extraordinary, and ordinary scars could not be found on his body. There were some traces left on his body, but after coming to Qin Changsheng's place today, he suddenly felt that he had become so fragile.
"Qin Changsheng, what on earth is going on?"
Hearing the roar of Immortal Linglong, Qin Changsheng lowered his head in embarrassment. In his eyes, Immortal Linglong became like this because of him, since Immortal Linglong wanted to know the whole story.
Qin Changsheng then told everything about how his luck had been taken away for three years. He also told what happened before the unknown Taoist Priest left, who suggested that he stay in the Shaoqing Sword Sect for three years in seclusion.
"So, three years of luck have been taken away, so you start a miserable unlucky pattern. Anyone who is too close to you will also be affected?"
Seeing Qin Changsheng nod, Linglong Immortal immediately retreated out of the room.
"Junior Brother Qin, please take care of yourself and recover. Don't think too much. Senior sister, I have something else to do. I'll come see you in three years!" After saying that, Linglong Immortal Lord rose into the air and prepared to leave, but he didn't know what happened.
Linglong Immortal felt a pressure coming on him and instantly fell to the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust.
"I will never come here again, it's too bullying." Linglong Immortal cried and walked away. She really didn't dare to fly in the air, it was too dangerous.
Qin Changsheng helplessly watched Immortal Ling Ling disappear from a distance. He sighed and prepared to return to the room, but felt that there was no pressure point under his feet, so he stepped on the air and fell into the pit.
Qin Changsheng was distressed and worried. This had just begun. Could it be that he was really going to be unlucky for another three years?
At this moment, a bolt of thunder suddenly fell from the sky and struck Qin Changsheng without any warning.
After a loud noise, Qin Changsheng was completely black and his clothes were in tatters. Qin Changsheng was even thinking that he had encountered more misfortunes in the past two days than he had ever experienced since he was born in the outside world.
"Forget it, I can't live here anymore. I'd better find a cave by myself. I'll see if thunder can hit me like this."
Qin Changsheng muttered to himself, released his senses, and then immediately flew towards a cliff. Fortunately this time, nothing unexpected happened.
After arriving at the cave he had chosen, Qin Changsheng waved the Yanyang Sword in his hand, a flash of sword light flashed through, and a cave that could accommodate dozens of people was opened.
Qin Changsheng was very satisfied with his work, nodded, and sat cross-legged in the cave, reciting the Great Wilderness Sutra, thinking that no one would be able to disturb him.
But there was a muffled sound, and before Qin Changsheng could react, the cave that had just been opened collapsed instantly, burying Qin Changsheng alive in the cave.
Qin Changsheng broke through the stone and frowned slightly, trying to calm down the anger in his heart.
"Three years of luck, three years of luck, these three years I have been cultivating myself. I will make plans for cultivation after three years."
