You kid! You don't have to be so low-key! !

Chapter 153 What's the point of repairing you!!

After a day's rest in the imperial capital, everyone suggested in the evening that they take advantage of the free time to go to the exciting night market.

Zhong Baixuan and Yun Qinghan discussed it and felt that everyone's nerves were too tense and it was time to relax.

Only Changqing did not go. For some reason, he had been feeling uneasy ever since he left the sect, and it was especially obvious today.

Chang Qing covered his chest and could feel his heart pounding. He always felt that this matter had something to do with him.

This made Changqing a little irritated and uneasy. Changqing had no choice but to concentrate his attention and sit on the roof and wait quietly.

The moon gradually rose above our heads, casting a few rays of pale moonlight.

At this time, several hurried footsteps were heard not far away. Several people who looked like guards came into the courtyard and stood still. They bent down towards the candlelight in the inner room and said:

"Have the immortal masters had a rest?" The guard had an anxious look on his face, as if something big had happened.

Seeing no one answering from inside the room, several guards looked at each other, their faces becoming even more anxious.

"What's the matter?" A cold voice came from behind the guards. They were startled by the sudden voice and turned around quickly.

A young man of about sixteen or seventeen years old appeared not far behind them. It was Chang Qing.

The guard hurriedly calmed himself down. He also recognized the uniform of a disciple of the Yuling Sect that Changqing was wearing.

The guard saluted hastily and said:

"Master, a few hours ago, another village was massacred. Your Majesty is now summoning all the masters to the palace to discuss the matter!"

Chang Qing's expression darkened as he asked, "That group of evil cultivators appeared again?"

The guard nodded and said, "Exactly!"

"Got it. I'll inform them." Chang Qing took off the jade token in his arms and informed the disciples who were still strolling around the night market.

"It happened just after I got back. This is too much of a coincidence~" Chang Qing muttered to himself, noticing something was wrong.

Everyone who received the token knew the situation was serious, and they flew back at high speed in just a few breaths.

Zhong Baixuan first went to the main hall to ask for the specific address, and then led everyone to the scene quickly.

Chang Qing once again rode on Yun Qinghan's flying sword. The wind was howling and everyone's faces were solemn.

This evil cultivator didn't come earlier or later, but just waited until the people from the Yuling Sect had withdrawn before committing trouble. This really makes people suspicious.

But Changqing gradually discovered something was wrong. The destination that Zhong Baixuan was heading to seemed somewhat familiar. When passing by that market, Changqing felt more and more uneasy.

When Zhong Baixuan flew at high speed towards a village, no one noticed that Chang Qing's hands were clenched tightly, his knuckles turned white, and his face turned ashen.

Changqing became more and more frightened along the way, and kept praying that it wasn't that village!

But reality is like a drama, so deliberate and so despairing.

The raging fire not far away made Changqing feel completely hopeless.

Because this is exactly where the little girl said her home is.

Before Yun Qinghan could stop the flying sword, Chang Qing jumped down directly from mid-air.

Everyone noticed Changqing's abnormality at this moment, but they were somewhat confused.

Chang Qing landed and stood at the entrance of the village, looking at the houses being engulfed by flames and... the mutilated corpses. He fantasized and hoped that it would not be the worst outcome.

The flames illuminated the night sky, and the blood flowed into small rivers, emitting bursts of warmth. It seemed that purgatory on earth could be perfectly described.

Chang Qing calmed down his nearly collapsed mood, and there was still a trace of luck on his face. The spiritual power in his body was running wildly, and a green tree shadow flickered on his forehead, and his spiritual consciousness was fully awakened! !

When his spiritual consciousness swept over, the last bit of luck on Changqing's face disappeared.

It seems that fate is always against us.

In the deepest part of the village, in a dilapidated thatched house.

There was a middle-aged woman lying in bed and a little girl lying in front of the bed. The floor in the room and the bedding on the bed were all soaked with blood. The two of them fell in a pool of blood, without any sign of life.

Chang Qing ignored the strange looks from the people behind him. He flashed to the door of the house, waved his sleeves and a strong wind blew up, extinguishing the flames. However, Chang Qing's outstretched hand began to tremble, and the shaking of his fingertips was uncontrollable.

Gently push open the charred wooden door.

When I walked into the house, I found it was very simply furnished, with a bed, a table, two chairs, and nothing else.

A woman in her thirties lying on the bed had a bloody hole on her chest. She stretched her hands forward, obviously trying to struggle to get up and pull something, her eyes full of despair.

Changqing moved his gaze little by little and looked down, and a pair of bright eyes with unyielding gaze just happened to see Changqing.

Those eyes were so bright, pointing straight to Changqing's heart, making Changqing take two steps back.

The little girl fell down leaning against the edge of the bed. There was a broken bowl at her feet with some medicine residue in it. When the incident happened, the little girl was feeding medicine to her mother.

The little girl's hands were still open, and she was desperately protecting the people behind her like a hen in the game of eagle catching chickens.

There was a hint of fear and some courage in those wide-open eyes. The little girl obviously wanted to protect her mother before she died, but what did it matter in front of the evil cultivator?

The big hole in the chest was tearing the little girl and Changqing apart.

Chang Qing looked at the yellow talisman with a corner exposed under the pillow. The pure energy inside it had lost and it was obviously used up, but it was still placed under the pillow with great care.

Chang Qing was sitting on the ground, looking at the blood on the ground. He didn't dare to look at the little girl. He was filled with regret. Why didn't he give her a high-grade talisman? Maybe...

After a long time, Changqing stood up and came to the little girl.

After taking a deep breath, Chang Qing dared to reach out and slowly stroke the little girl's eyes.

At this moment, the power of the seven emotions suddenly surged, like a dam bursting, impacting Changqing's mind. Changqing thought that this was good, he could go crazy without considering the consequences.

But! The second level of Qingtian Nianqing Jue was running wildly, forcing himself to regain his sanity. For the first time, he felt that being awake was also a torment and torture.

"If feelings are not allowed to remain, what's the point of cultivating you?!" Chang Qing murmured.

For the first time, I felt a little bit repulsed by Qingtian Nianqing Jue.

Changqing picked up the body of the little girl and used his spiritual power to lift up the body of the girl's mother, then walked out of the house with heavy steps.

When Xie Xinyu saw Chang Qing carrying the figure out, she couldn't help but exclaimed, covered her mouth, and looked in disbelief.

Ling Yu looked at Chang Qing with worry on his face.

The sky was about to brighten. Changqing ignored everyone, found a place where he could see the first rays of sunlight in the morning, and began to carve a huge rock.

Jie Xinyu couldn't bear it and wanted to step forward to comfort Chang Qing, but was pulled away by Ling Yu.

On the one hand, he didn't want anyone to disturb Changqing, on the other hand, he wanted to see what teacher Changqing would do.

The other people from the Yuling Sect had just learned about Changqing's relationship with the little girl from Jie Xinyu, and they did not bother Changqing for a while.

Even Ran Ruo, the arrogant girl, rarely left Jiao Cang with Chang Qing.

Under the first rays of sunlight in the early morning, the bodies of the two were sorted out and placed together in a carved stone coffin.

"You and your mother had a very good relationship. I think you would agree to bury you together."

She took out a small can of sugar cubes from her earrings and placed them next to the girl's face.

"Your life is too bitter. I hope your next life can be as sweet as these candies."

The coffin lid was closed and covered with earth, forming a small mound facing the sun.

Chang Qing turned to look at Jiao Cang and said, "I'll stay with her for another day. Jiao Cang, you know what to do."

Jiao Cang nodded and disappeared into the jungle.

No one came to disturb us during this period.

Soon, the nearby government sent people to deal with the aftermath. By the evening, everything was done and the people of the Yuling Sect were ready to leave.

Yun Qinghan came to Changqing and said, "Changqing, it's time to go back."

Chang Qing raised his head and put on a very ugly smile and said: "Senior Sister Yun, you guys go back first, I want to stay a little longer~"

Yun Qinghan said: "Well, come back early, we will wait for you."

After the people from the Yuling Sect left, only some sweet and fishy air, one person, and a grave were left here.

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