The bright moon hangs in the sky, and the moon is brighter and brighter when viewed from Qingyun Peak, as if within reach.

Lang Qianxing found the room that Bo Yi had cleaned up for him from the corridor and pushed the door in.

Clean and spacious, desks, chairs, beds, and even the decorations in the room are completely different from the room where the Tianji Department requires several people to sleep in the same room.

But he didn't look at it much. He closed the door and sat on the couch, watching the suit of clothes folded squarely on the quilt, and was silent.

In the afternoon, Yun Jue asked him to cook a meal and wash the dishes countless times before letting him come back to rest just now.

He couldn't see Yun Jue clearly, and he didn't know why Yun Jue didn't stay at his Qingyun Peak like the previous life, but when he came, Ming Zhong would accept him as a disciple.

He originally planned to be accepted as an apprentice by Yunhua just like the previous life, and waited for Yunhua to send the Tianjing Stone to him again. The magic energy covered by the spar seems to be thin, but it is very pure. It is difficult to obtain the spiritual energy within it, but it is very simple for Lang Qianxing to use its magic energy to cultivate.

But everything was disrupted by Yun Jue.

Hundreds of years of intentions were thrown on the ground and trampled arbitrarily, but full of love in exchange for a tease.

Lang Qianxing will never forget all kinds of past lives, which are piercing to the bone. Since God gave him the chance to live a new life, he will definitely return the pain that was inflicted on him in the previous life.

As for this inexplicable Yun Jue...

Lang Qianxing picked up the soft and finely crafted cirrus cloud belt, and suddenly recalled the cold man who quietly read books under the peach blossom tree during the day.

The light blue robes set off that handsome and innocent face even more. It is clear and clean, like a clear spring flowing quietly through a mountain stream, as if it should not exist in the world, and it cannot be contaminated with any filth. clear.

People can't help but breed from the deepest and darkest part of their hearts, the clear that wants to be tainted.

Lang Qianxing was lying down on the bed with his arms on his back, and he was pressing the suit of his own disciples, which was regarded as a treasure by the disciples of Tianyun Sect. The candlelight inside also made the malicious smile on his lips more clearly exposed.

[Ding, favorability +10, current favorability -50. ]

System: "Hey, he added it back to you again! You tossed him so much in the afternoon, but he didn't drop any more, but instead rose back?"

Qin Lang took off the hair crown and the hosta, like the blue silk of a waterfall pouring down, from the snow in winter to the wind in spring, Qin Lang himself was surprised by the difference in temperament.

He looked at himself in the mirror, soft hair hanging down on his shoulders, lining his brows and eyes were quiet and gentle.

The ultimate beauty! As expected of the perfect potion for upgrading from C-level to A-level, this must be given full marks!

Qin Lang was very satisfied with himself: "I'm so good-looking, and his conscience will be disturbed if I don't add points to my appearance. And my tossing is considered tossing? I didn't let him chop wood, carry water, wash clothes and wash the toilet. Compared with his previous life, he went to Yunhua. There, on the first night, Yunhua's apprentices made fun of him, how many times better?"

System: "It seems to be..."

Qin Lang lay on the bed, closed his eyes, and had a smile on his lips, "My husband may have found the best way to get revenge on Yunhua."

The corners of the system's mouth twitched, are you expecting your husband to deceive you and show it off to Yunhua?

Qin Lang was still sitting under the tree. Today, he was wearing a black ink robe. His indifferent temperament should have been more indifferent than usual. Makes him look lazy and casual.

This directly made Lang Qianxing, who came with the food, stunned.

"What are you doing standing there?" Qin Lang put the book in his hand on the stone table, feeling a little bored between his brows, or he had read the book too many times and found it boring.

Lang Qianxing didn't know what he was thinking, and said abruptly: "Master, it's better to wear light-colored clothes..." Inexplicably, he didn't want Qin Lang to be seen by other people.

As soon as he said the words, he felt that he had lost his words and lowered his head. However, Yu Guang kept staring at Qin Lang's expression. He saw a trace of anger. On such a face, such an expression made him feel a certain emotion. Getting more and more eager.

Qin Lang got up, walked in front of Lang Qianxing, glanced at the light dish he was holding, shook his head, and said disappointedly, "After so many days at Qingyun Peak, I still haven't made any progress."

Lang Qianxing pursed his lips, raised his lowered head, and finally asked, "Master, this disciple is puzzled."

Qin Lang squinted his eyes and looked at him: "You don't know why your dishes are so bad?"

Lang Qianxing nodded, his deep eyes could only see a simple request for advice.

Qin Lang chuckled lightly and said, "Come with me."

Lang Qianxing followed Qin Lang to the kitchen. Lang Qianxing thought that Qin Lang wanted him to do it for him, but Qin Lang asked him to call Zhong Yiboyi too.

When the three of them returned to the kitchen in confusion, what they saw was Qin Lang rolling up the wide sleeves of the ink robe, and a pair of hands as flawless as jade were kneading the glutinous rice dough. This scene made the three people standing at the door. He didn't come back to his senses for a long time.

After Bo Yi finally closed his open mouth, he stammered: "Master... If you want to eat glutinous rice balls, the disciple can..."

Qin Lang ignored him, only slowly added warm water to the dough, and kneaded it again until the dough became soft and not sticky.

Knead out small round **** and put the **** in the water when the water boils. The ink-colored robe, the hands covered with white powder, the long hair that was quietly scattered behind him, and the way he lowered his head and waited quietly for the ball to surface, as if he was really just a gentle elder who was making soup for the children at home, So reassuring and satisfying.

When Lang Qianxing came back to his senses, there were already three bowls of crystal clear glutinous rice **** on the clean wooden table. It doesn't look any different from what they do. The soup is not completely clear because of the glutinous rice flour, and the **** that sink at the bottom of the bowl are the simplest and most common appearance.

"Try it and see." Qin Lang sorted out his clothes, and there was no white powder on the pure ink's clothes.

Bo Yizhong's hands trembled a little when he picked up the bowl, but they were able to eat the **** made by Daozun Yunjue of Tianyunzong, and wanted to cry QAQ. I just wanted to ask the direct descendants of the other three peaks, do you dare to say that you have eaten the meal made by your master? But we dare! Jealousy won't kill you!

Lang Qianxing looked at the plain bowl of balls, took a spoon and scooped one into his mouth. Soft glutinous and sweet, pure glutinous rice fragrance, just right sugar, and the clear stream that spreads from the tongue to the heart, comfortable and comfortable. At that moment, he understood why Qin Lang would say that the food he cooked was unpalatable.

Because he was full of revenge and resentment.

Qin Lang glanced at him lightly and instructed: "After eating, clean the bowl."

The same requirements as usual, but the "bring it to me again" inspection is missing.

Lang Qianxing answered yes, and he and Bo Yizhong watched Qin Lang leave the kitchen suspiciously.

Yun Jue had already seen it? Just found out that he has resentment in his heart, or has it been discovered... Did he return to the present after hundreds of years?

Lang Qianxing's fingers holding the small spoon could not help but tighten for two points.

"Wow! Senior brother, it's delicious..."

"Well." Zhong Yi took the remaining two in the bowl and gave them to Bo Yi, "I didn't see Shizun using any mana, but he was able to eat the effect of the Qingxin mantra. Shizun's mood is really high... Qianxing, What are you dazed about?"

Lang Qianxing smiled and stirred the **** in the bowl: "It's just that I didn't expect that Shizun seems to be a little different from the rumors..."

Tonight, there is no bright moon on Qingyun Peak, but only a few scattered stars, which makes the figures in the corridor seem a little unrighteous.

Lang Qianxing walked through the corridor and courtyard, came to the door of Yun Jue's room in the main room, and knocked on the door: "Master, disciple Lang Qianxing asks to see you."

There was still light in the room, and it could be seen that it was still early, and the people inside had not rested.

"Come in." The voice of the person inside was soft, but it was enough for Lang Qianxing outside to hear clearly.

This is the first time that Lang Qianxing has come to Qin Lang's room. He scrutinized the whole room, not daring to take a closer look, and first bowed to Qin Lang, who was standing in front of the desk and painting.

"Let's talk." Qin Lang squeezed the pen, dipped it in ink, and added a few strokes here and there on the paper. It seemed that he had almost finished drawing.

Lang Qianxing guessed that it should be a landscape painting.

"The disciple wants to ask the master why he accepted the disciple as his apprentice." Lang Qianxing watched Yin Qin Lang's movements, sliding from the back of his shoulder to the front of the shoulders hanging on the table, restraining himself from wanting to go over and hold those hair strands The urge to kiss in the hand.

Hearing Lang Qianxing's words, Qin Lang paused slightly, "Save you."

"Save me?" Lang Qianxing's mouth twitched slightly, a sarcastic smile.

Qin Lang drew a few more strokes at the end, then put the pen aside and looked up into Lang Qianxing's eyes: "Yes, save you."

Lang Qianxing simply stopped pretending to be a humble and good apprentice, and let that smile hang on his lips, "Then how does Master plan to save me?"

"Remove the resentment in your heart." Qin Lang looked at him quietly, not showing the slightest anger at the change in his attitude.

Lang Qianxing snorted lightly, slightly disdainful, "Just use a bowl of glutinous rice **** to pass or trap me in Qingyun Peak?"

Qin Lang didn't answer him immediately, but flicked his sleeves and handed the painting he just made to him: "This painting is for you."

Lang Qianxing looked down and was shocked to say something good.

This is not a landscape painting, the painting is divided up and down.

Below, is a dark and depressing dungeon, with a heavy iron chain locking a person, that person is him.

This is the scene of his self-destruction. The blood in his eyes is red, there is despair and sadness in it, but more of it is hatred that can't be contained.

With the self-destruction and overflowing black qi and demonic qi from the dungeon, it made the disciples of Tianyun Sect in white clothes, like him, full of resentment, slashing and killing fellow disciples with swords.

A painting that is obviously **** and suffocating, but this person is so calm when he paints.

"You..." Lang Qianxing held the thin sheet of paper and looked at Qin Lang in astonishment. He originally wanted to ask Qin Lang if he was also a reborn person, but after thinking about it, he felt that he was not. If it was true, he had already been identified as a traitor of the Tianyun Sect and a member of the Demon Race. To avoid such a situation, he would Just kill him in advance, how could it be so troublesome to bring him to Qingyun Peak.

"It's just a dream." Qin Lang explained simply in three words.

For Qin Lang, who was in the Divine Transformation Stage, a dream was also a kind of prophecy.

In the painting, although he is full of demonic energy, he looks more like he has fallen into a demon because of something, so he says he wants to save him.

To save him is also to save the Tianyun Sect disciple who was affected by his demonic energy, which is very understandable. But Qin Lang doesn't have to do this. Wouldn't it be enough to expel him from the sect? Even if he goes to harm others again, it is no longer their business of Tianyun Sect. He can also put on the medal for saving hundreds of Tianyun Sect's disciples for himself.

If he is so compassionate and has the heart to save him, where was his last life? After all, is it not for the hypocritical kindness in my heart?

Just let me see how much stronger you can be than that hypocrite Yunhua. When you can endure it, you will show your true appearance.

The ink on the painting had been dried in a short period of time. Lang Qianxing put away the painting. Although his tone was still respectful, the disdain in his eyes was no longer concealed: "Thank you, Master, for the painting."