I am the devil

Chapter 69 Qinglian Sword Art
Xiao Yu remembered that when he bought the fragments of Lihuo gun, the stall owner said that the fragments belonged to an elder of Qinglian Sword Sect, and he must be the disciple of the person in front of him.

Thinking of this, Xiao Yu hurriedly said: "I was seriously injured when I rushed out. Although I recovered from the injury, my realm fell."

At this moment, Xiao Yu showed a look of impatience.

He actually wants to deceive an insane person, even if he is in the Demon Sect, it is too shameless to do such a thing.

The middle-aged man smiled sluggishly, and comforted Xiao Yu: "It's okay, it's okay, as long as you are alive. Is the Qinglian Sword Art that I taught you as a teacher all these years wasted?"

Xiao Yu's heart beat faster and he became a little nervous.Is it necessary to wear clothes here?
Xiao Yu bit the bullet and said: "After being injured, I have forgotten many things. The Qinglian Sword Art you taught has also been broken up, and now I don't remember it at all. I haven't practiced for several years, and I have been recuperating during this time .”

The middle-aged man was not angry, and patted Xiao Yu on the shoulder and said, "Then practice again. Qinglian Sword Sect will depend on you in the future. Sit down now, and I will teach you again."

"This--"

Xiao Yu was a little dumbfounded, how could it be such a development.

The illusory alchemy master wants to teach himself the skills. Is this encounter with the evil spirit an opportunity or a crisis for him?

Xiao Yu's thoughts were a little confused, but he still sat down, and the middle-aged man also sat opposite Xiao Yu and said: "Now we don't have much time, do you remember it carefully this time? Lord, the Spirit is..."

Xiao Yu took out the jade slips and prepared to brand them.

The middle-aged man immediately said sternly: "Mingfeng, have you forgotten that the Qinglian sword formula cannot be recorded, but can only be passed on orally? Many people are peeping at this set of sword formulas in our sect. You must remember not to write it down. It must be imprinted in the mind, and it is not allowed to be forgotten.”

Xiao Yu put away the jade slips and said, "Yes, Master!"

The middle-aged man spoke slowly, and every word fell into Xiao Yu's ears clearly.

There was a smile on the middle-aged man's face, as if he had returned to the mountains, recalling the time when he was teaching the disciples in his sect.It's just that the sluggishness in the eyes of the middle-aged man lingers, but the smile is so warm.

Xiao Yu looked at the middle-aged man, and could feel the care and love of the middle-aged man for him.It's not like the intrigue of the Demon Sect, and it's not like the arrogance of those people from the Xianmen.

It would be great if I had such a master.When Xiao Yu thought of this, his eyes blurred with a feeling he hadn't experienced in many years.

"Crack!" The middle-aged man suddenly patted Xiao Yu on the head, and said slightly angrily: "How many times have I told you, but you just don't listen. Every time I preach, you distract me, even if you are talented waste."

Xiao Yu wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and said: "Master, I don't dare anymore, I will definitely listen to your sermon carefully in the future."

Xiao Yu found himself stupid, really stupid.It took him three days to memorize the opening chapter of Qinglian Sword Art.None of the middle-aged people got angry once, and every time they seemed to be angry, they patted Xiao Yu very lightly.

Xiao Yu regarded the middle-aged man as his master, and listened to his master's teachings without any distracting thoughts.

"Cough, cough." The middle-aged man suddenly coughed up blood, with blood clots in the middle.

Xiao Yu was taken aback, and quickly got up and said, "Master, your injury has not healed, please take some wound medicine."

At this moment, he really regarded the middle-aged man as his master in a trance.Regardless of the reason why this evil fairy didn't kill him, his concern and teaching were sincere.

Xiao Yu has some conflicts, how should he get along with the evil immortal?
He thought about finding a chance to kill this evil fairy several times in the past few days, but he didn't do it.

However, Xie Xian's concern and Xiao Yu's increasingly cold heart tempered by this world became conflicts, which made him sometimes hesitate for a moment and miss an opportunity.

"It's okay, it's okay, these injuries won't kill you." The middle-aged man wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, took out a handful of pills from the storage bag, stuffed them into his mouth, and chewed.

Xiao Yu looked at the wounds from three days ago, some of them were necrotic, and the places where maggots were born were even worse.

Xiao Yu hurriedly said: "Master, heal the wound first, or else the Blood Bone Sect will come after you, why would you take me away?"

When the middle-aged man heard this, he said, "Yes, yes, we must guarantee our strength now."

A murderous intent flashed in Xiao Yu's eyes, this is the best chance to kill Xie Xian.

The middle-aged man looked at the wound and frowned and said, "Peel off the bad meat for me. I have Shengjisan here. Please apply it on for me."

Xiao Yu stood up and said, "Okay."

The middle-aged man took off his shirt, revealing his upper body covered with wounds. The large wound on his back was covered with blood scabs. It was the wound that the middle-aged man suffered when he saw Li Huoqiang in a daze three days ago.

Xiao Yu went to fetch water from a mountain stream not far away, then cleaned the wound, and then cut off the bad flesh with a knife, first black blood flowed out and then bright red blood flowed out.

Xiao Yu picked up the muscle-invigorating medicine given by the middle-aged man. At this moment, he held the medicine bottle tightly with his hand, and reached for the storage bag.

If Xue Er gave her poison to this person, then she would be able to escape. The effect of that medicine can even resist the spirit-loss poison given by the Jindan old monster, and the poison must be strong enough.

One, as long as one may be enough.

Xiao Yu felt his heart beating faster.

He looked up at the middle-aged man's sweaty forehead, but he was smiling at himself, as if he was worried that this apprentice would be lost in a while.

Do you want to do it?
Xiao Yu hesitated again.If you don't kill the evil immortal, once the other party loses his mind, you will have no chance to escape.

But what about killing him?This person taught me Qinglian Sword Art, no matter what the reason is, he can be regarded as his master.In the name of killing a teacher, carry this home?

Xiao Yu gritted his teeth, struggling inwardly.

"Yu'er, we are poor and ambitious. Your father has never done anything wrong in his life, and you are not allowed to do it, you know?" A vague shadow in front of Xiao Yu touched Xiao Yu's head and said dotingly with.

Five-year-old Xiao Yu didn't understand what it was.Now he understands, dad is teaching him to be a man!

The blurry shadow in front of Xiao Yu's eyes disappeared, and he looked like a middle-aged man.

Xiao Yu smiled, very naturally, he knew what he should do.

A teacher for a day, a teacher for life.Although you only recognized me when you were insane, since you taught me the exercises, treat me as an apprentice and my master.In this life, I only have you as my master.Although I am in the Demon Sect, I can't do the thing of killing a teacher.How can I tell my parents how I came back after killing you?If you want to go home, go back in a dignified manner.If I can't go back, I, Xiao Yu, should be like this in my life today.

At this moment, Xiao Yu didn't regard the evil fairy in front of him as an evil person, he was just his master.

No one knew how painful it was for Xiao Yu to make such a decision, and how much he struggled when he finally made up his mind.This may be life or death, or a decision that you will never be able to go home for the rest of your life!

After Xiao Yu made his own decision, he relaxed, and looked at the middle-aged man with more respect and awe.

Xiao Yu poured on the invigorating medicine and wrapped up the wound.Then Xiao Yu helped the middle-aged man change into clean clothes.

At this time, the middle-aged man is no longer in that downcast appearance, but has returned to a handsome face, and has become a seemingly weak scholar, but his face is haggard and his eyes are sunken.

"Master, eat something." Xiao Yu took out something from his storage bag and handed it to the middle-aged man.

"Okay, okay." The middle-aged man took the food and started to eat it with satisfaction.

Xiao Yu also ate some food, and then began to memorize the Qinglian sword formula seriously.

The middle-aged man seemed to be tired too. Seeing Xiao Yu's hard work in cultivation, he collapsed beside a tree and fell into a deep sleep.

Seeing this scene, Xiao Yu put an enchantment around the two of them, then took out the Lihuo gun and the black iron scale shield, and kept guarding beside the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man slept for three days and three nights, and suddenly woke up in a dream. When he saw Xiao Yu, he grabbed Xiao Yu and said anxiously: "Mingfeng, are you okay? Are there any enemies around?"

"It's okay, it's okay, Master, you're awake." Xiao Yu smiled, put away Xuan Tielin and looked.But he kept the musket by his side all the time.

Because the middle-aged man regained some of his sanity because of the Lihuo gun, Xiao Yu did not dare to put away the Lihuo gun, for fear that the middle-aged man would turn into an evil fairy again.

Although he won't kill the evil fairy anymore, Xiao Yu still hopes that this master can stay awake.

"It's fine." The middle-aged man looked at Xiao Yu and said, "Have you memorized the beginning of the Qinglian Sword Art I taught you?"

"Master, I remember. You have been sleeping these few days, and I have been reciting silently." Xiao Yu nodded and recited slowly, every word was correct.

"Okay, very good. Now I will teach you the second part of Qinglian Sword Art."

Qinglian Sword Jue is not the same as the Blood Bone Jue known by Xiao Yu.It is divided into Tiandao Lotus Platform and Qinglian Sword Formation, and it was obtained by a middle-aged man from an ancient book.

The Tiandao lotus platform can be built into the shape of a lotus flower with nine layers of petals when it blooms.Nine floors give birth to nine paths, and nine paths form a lotus platform. At this time, the Qinglian Sword Art can be regarded as a small success.

And the middle-aged man has only cultivated to the fourth level in the middle of the virtual core.

Xiao Yu memorized it carefully, and it took a month to memorize all of Qinglian Sword Art.

But remember, remember, his talent is so bad that he wants to hit the wall now.The level of mystery of this sword art is many times more difficult to practice than those third-level thunder and other immortal techniques he has seen.

After practicing for a month, Xiao Yu failed to successfully run the Qinglian Sword Art once.

The middle-aged man always took the trouble to explain to Xiao Yu, and then personally guided Xiao Yu's aura to run in his body.

This is the Xu Dan expert explaining to him every day, guiding him to practice.Such a day is more than the experience he has accumulated in the past year of cultivation.

(End of this chapter)