The young man held a long sword in his hand. The blade was sharp and exuded the same cold breath as the sword owner.
Qinghui's aloof young man lowered his eyes, his eyes were unclear, and the sword trembled slightly, making a low buzzing sound, as if it was echoing the master's mood, and seemed to be comforting the master's mood.
The hand clenched on the hilt of the sword, with pale knuckles and bulging veins, seemed to be trying to grasp something. There seemed to be self-loathing and sadness hidden in his eyes.
Su Changqing's dark eyebrows seemed to be frowning, and her eyes moved from Jian's body to the young man's face. Looking from her position, she could only see the young man's head hanging slightly, and could not distinguish the expression on his face. See the cold, hard and extremely pale jawline.
The peak of Chilian Peak was filled with mist, and it was extremely empty and quiet. Even the sound of the wind seemed to echo. Su Changqing hesitated for a moment, but still approached the young man's side, looked over his eyes to examine his expression, and cautiously Call:
"Master?"
Even though Lu Feiran's consciousness was destroyed and all his cultivation was lost, the foundation of his solid cultivation has not disappeared. Moreover, his perception has always been sharp, so he discovered it the moment Su Changqing came up.
It's just that no matter who comes up, it doesn't make any difference to him; perhaps there are some differences. One kind of person comes here with a face filled with hesitation and hesitation to persuade him to think more openly, while the other person comes here with hesitation. The kind is just abrupt and inexplicable cynicism.
His lightly pursed thin lips were bloodless, and his eyes were as cold as snow. Hearing the girl's voice, he slowly raised his eyes to look at her, calmly without any ripples or anger.
When his eyes met, it was as if a hard and biting ice pick had been pierced into his body.
Su Changqing: "..."
I was stabbed by cold eyes, assassin eyes!
The young man looked at the slender girl beside him quietly, his eyebrows wrinkled unconsciously, and it seemed strange that she was the only one.
She never seemed to say a word...
When I looked at him, I never had any emotions similar to regret or hesitation, and I never even tried to persuade him.
Except what I said last time...
Let him not worry, he will get better, and she will work hard to find a way to reshape his consciousness and meridians...
Never say another word.
Lu Feiran stood with his sword in hand, his long drooping eyelashes casting a shadow in his pupils, covering up the confusion in his eyes.
He never liked to have much contact with other people, so he only accepted her as his disciple because he didn't want to continue to listen to the dean's nagging, so he simply pointed out a familiar person and accepted her as his disciple to silence the dean.
She is also sensible and never bothers him too much.
Now I check in every day, but every time it is just like this moment, I just stand beside him quietly without saying much, and then leave directly when the time comes.
It's like...
She came up at every hour just to make sure he was still alive...?
He seemed to have never understood his disciple.
Lu Feiran's eyebrows, which were as cold as frost and snow, were slightly furrowed, and his emotions were somewhat unclear, as if he was confused, but also seemed to be neither sad nor happy. His eyes fell on the girl's pale but soft face again.
However, she has not appeared in recent days.
Are you tired of it?
Don't you want to see this loser like him anymore?
Although this idea flashed through Lu Feiran's mind for a moment, it quickly returned to a state of no emotion, no sadness or joy.
Su Changqing happened to catch the desolation in his eyes for a moment, and her scalp suddenly felt numb.
She was silent for a moment, thought about it, and did not directly explain why she had not come to see him during this period. Instead, she rolled her eyes and said:
"Master, my disciple has now reached the late stage of Foundation Establishment. As a result, I will have a little more confidence and certainty in the sect competition."
Then, Su Changqing added another sentence with some hesitation, uncertainty and caution in her tone:
"However, in the sect competition, many senior brothers and sisters at the Golden Core Realm will also participate. From this point of view, the chance of the disciple winning has become a bit slim."
Speaking of this, Su Changqing's mood seemed to have become depressed again, "A few days ago, I took on an outside mission and went to the Demonic Beast Mountain Range. I didn't expect that I was pretty lucky. I found the opportunity to break the late stage... barrier."
"I'm still a little complacent up to now."
"But when the disciple just thought about it, there must be many fellow sects with outstanding cultivation in the sect competition, and his mood suddenly calmed down."
Compared with the silence in the past, the girl today seemed to be chattering a little more. Lu Feiran heard these words that seemed like complaints and sharing, and suddenly looked at Su Changqing.
Did it turn out that she took on a mission during those few days when she didn't come?
However, if other people were here, they would probably not mention too many words about cultivation to him, and would more carefully allow him to meditate on his cultivation.
This disciple of mine does not seem to have this awareness, and still treats him as a colleague who can talk and ask for advice normally.
If Su Changqing knew what he was thinking, she would definitely roll her eyes. It's not like he couldn't understand people or was stupid, so why couldn't he communicate like a normal person?
Furthermore, she doesn’t feel that there are any words that cannot be mentioned. The more carefully she avoids or changes the topic, it does not necessarily take care of the other person’s emotions. Sometimes, it will be counterproductive and make the other person more uncomfortable. and thoughts of self-loathing.
Besides, they are monks! ! !
They are all cultivating immortals, and they hold the body of jade in the sky, Li Kui’s heart!
The body can be brittle, but the mind cannot be brittle.
Lu Feiran is the best among them.
So there is no need to give any advice at all. If you blow more northwest wind, you will naturally figure it out.
Su Changqing thought this.
Lu Feiran looked at Su Changqing intently for a while before spitting out a single syllable from his thin lips:
"Um."
Su Changqing: "..."
Su Changqing was speechless.
She felt that he should not learn swordsmanship, nor should he change his job to become a summoner in the future. He should practice the Shunkou Chan!
It was dusk on the top of Chilian Peak, and the sudden strong wind became colder and colder. Su Changqing couldn't help covering her mouth and coughing a few times. A faint pink appeared on her pale cheeks, which made her His complexion looks much healthier than Lu Feiran's.
She moved slightly, took a step forward, and blocked Lu Feiran from the strong wind. At the same time, she said:
"As for the sect competition, I wonder what Master has for his disciples..."
