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Chapter 202: Damn it, my disciple is the Demon Lord 21

With a click, the wall suddenly opened, and a black hole sucked Lu Xingxuan and Lin Zhou next to him in, and soon returned to its original state.

The others felt nervous and rushed forward, allowing them to move without the wall changing at all.

Shi Qing looked calm, knowing that it was time for an important plot point.

The heroine will inherit the ancient divine power here.

While waiting for the two of them, Shi Qing and others were responsible for strangling the four resurrected stone statues.

After three hours, Lu Xingxuan and Lin Zhou finally came back. Shi Qing quietly checked their situation. Lu Xingxuan's cultivation had advanced to a higher level, and Lin Zhou had a few more subtle demonic auras on his body.

Shi Qing calmly withdrew his spiritual power without saying anything. Soon, under the leadership of Lu Xingxuan, everyone successfully found a way out.

After coming out of the secret realm, all the elders and disciples suffered varying degrees of injuries. Only Shi Qing was safe and sound, his breathing was steady, and it seemed that his spiritual power had not been exhausted at all.

Finally, the three elders reinforced the seal at the entrance to the secret realm to prevent outsiders from entering.

Feeling the extremely subtle demonic aura from the young man, Shi Qing lowered his eyes, as if thinking about something.

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Because they were tired from the journey, everyone was not in a hurry to return to Yunqi Sect.

They found an inn in Lingfeng to rest, intending to replenish their energy before going back. Because of the mysterious cloaked man, Jiang Wei was ordered by the head of the sect to investigate here.

Why did that group of people appear in the secret realm? They had no idea where they came from or what their purpose was.

A fog shrouds everyone's heart, and the demon seal in the secret realm has been forcibly damaged by external forces. Sooner or later, the demon will break the seal and escape.

Thinking of this, the elders were filled with worries.

Fengxizhou has four distinct seasons, and each place has a completely different climate. The most eye-catching thing about Lingfeng is the red maple forest. Looking from the inn, the mountains near the town are all red, and the forests are dyed red, deepening from light to dark.

As the sun sets, the autumn wind is romantic and bleak.

"You have been depressed since you came out of the secret realm. Why is that?"

Lu Xingxuan sat on the green tiles of the inn, and her drifting thoughts were brought back by a familiar voice.

She turned around and saw a woman in a misty purple dress walking towards her lightly and then sitting down beside her.

He is very open and generous, without any airs of a sect elder.

"Master." Lu Xingxuan looked at her blankly, as if every time he looked at her he would smile gently, and the breeze brushing her face was like the caress of a loved one.

Shi Qing stretched out her hand, and the setting sun rested obediently on her fingertips. Her body was covered with a hazy halo, and the plush on her delicate skin was clearly visible. Her long eyelashes fluttered, and her misty blue eyes sparkled.

Master did not wear black silk.

Lu Xingxuan was daydreaming.

“Can you tell me about the scenery you are looking at now?”

The sunset was a little cold. Shi Qing could not feel any of its temperature, nor could he see its brilliant glow.

Only the burning heat in her eyes reminded her that there was light today.

She did not call me "teacher", but just a normal "I". Her attitude was natural and friendly, as if she was a caring and gentle older sister.

Lu Xingxuan looked at the red light disappearing under the distant peaks and said subconsciously: "The setting sun and the lone wild goose fly together, and the autumn water and the sky are the same color."

As soon as she finished speaking, she was stunned for a moment.

Shi Qing smiled, "I usually see you eating, drinking and having fun, so I thought you didn't like these."

Her tone was gentle and soft, like the breeze after rain or the swaying cattails and willows in spring. Just hearing her words could make one calm and relaxed.

Perhaps it was because she had been in this strange world for too long. Even though there were people around her who cared for her and loved her, Lu Xingxuan still felt lonely and misunderstood.

At this moment, looking at Shi Qing's clear eyes, she suddenly had a strong urge to speak.

"Actually, before coming here, I studied a lot, including pre-Qin poetry, Qin theory and Han poetry, Tang and Song poetry..."

Because of the panic in her heart, Lu Xingxuan carefully observed Shi Qing's expression and confirmed that she was normal before continuing:

"I used to love Li Bai's poems the most. He was frivolous and aloof, a great poet. But now, I understand Li Yu's lyrics better."

Shi Qing pretended to think, "Although I don't quite understand what you said, but there must be light in your eyes when you mentioned it."

In the world of cultivation, possessing another's body is considered shameful. Lu Xingxuan didn't know whose body she was occupying. Although this was not what she wanted, the Yunqi Sect had always been upright and honest. Facing her master who was an elder, she still felt a little panicked.

However, that panic was immediately dispelled by an inexplicable impulse, and Lu Xingxuan suddenly said:

“I’m not actually from this world.”

After she finished speaking, the warm heart in her chest began to beat wildly. She didn't dare to breathe, and stared at the woman in front of her.

How would Master react?

Fear or surprise and disgust?

Would they think that she was a wandering ghost who had taken over someone else's body and then locked her up in the Cliff of Thought...

Lu Xingxuan rehearsed all the bad outcomes in her mind. The twisted pleasure from self-abuse made her nose sore and her eyes unconsciously became misty.

"Master knows." Shi Qing smiled for a moment, "I knew it since the day you became my disciple. Your soul does not belong to this world, right?"

"……Yes."

"Xing Xuan, I've seen you." Shi Qing tilted his head with a smile on the corner of his lips.

He knew clearly that she couldn't see, but when her eyes looked over, Lu Xingxuan's heart still skipped a beat. His mind went blank and he repeated dully, "Master has seen me?"

Shi Qing clenched his fingers and paused for a second, "I have seen your appearance in Lin Zhou's dream."

"You have an oval face, almond eyes, and a pale complexion. When you act like a spoiled child, your face puffs up, just like a hamster pet I once had. It's very cute. Also, you have a small teardrop mole on your right eyelid. When you feel wronged, the corner of your mouth turns down, and it seems like you've already cried even though the tears haven't even formed yet."

In addition to her, she also met Lin Zhou, the head brother, Su Lian, Song Yu, Jiang Wei...

"Really?" Lu Xingxuan was surprised, and then explained, "But dreams are all fake, I'm not that squeamish."

"It's hard to say." The woman chuckled and shook her head.

Lu Xingxuan's tone was once again cautious and low, "Is there really no way to cure Master's eyes?"

"Maybe." Shi Qing said this and changed the subject directly, "Since you don't belong here, then where is your home?"

"It was so far away, I thought I would be able to go back soon, but now I find out I was wrong."

The girl's voice was muffled, and she suddenly thought of the heavy rain and the wet kitten trapped under the roadside platform.

Shi Qing's lips curled slightly, and his voice was unusually gentle: "Master, I do know a way to go back."

"What method?" As expected, Lu Xingxuan looked expectant.

"Ascend to become a god and break through the void."

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After coming out of the secret realm, Lin Zhou discovered that his master ignored him. If he was as kind as spring breeze and rain in the past, now he was as cold and indifferent as autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves.

"Lin Zhou, why are you still so worried after such a long time?"

Si Nian showed a strange expression, "If you are unhappy about anything, just tell us and we will help you with some advice."

Wen Ling elegantly picked up a piece of cake on the table and placed it on the plate next to Lin Zhou. "Yes, we are all friends, so why should we be so formal?"

If it was an ordinary matter, Lin Zhou would not be so depressed. Hearing this, he just sighed deeply and said, "You don't understand."

Si Nian Feng glanced at him, silently poured a glass of wine and pushed it in front of him, attracting Wen Ling's surprised gaze.

He shook his head quietly at Wen Ling and looked at the boy who was looking down in annoyance. "If you don't tell me, how do you know if we understand or not? We have been through life and death together, so why are you so defensive against us?"

Lin Zhou pursed his lips tightly, looked at the cup in front of him, and asked casually: "What is this?"

"Ling Feng's most famous Longshan tea." Si Nian remained calm and asked casually, "By the way, why isn't Xing Xuan here?"

Wen Ling was helpless, "I don't know. I don't know why, but both of them are very quiet, and each one is more depressed than the other."

Lin Zhou listened silently, held the cup, raised his head and drank it all.

The next second, a spicy stimulation rushed from his throat, and the boy reacted violently by choking. After a long time, he finally stopped.

"This is not tea, it's wine."

The young man's brows were slightly frowned, the corners of his eyes were red, and his handsome cheeks were flushed due to excitement and physiological stimulation, adding a bit of beauty.

Si Nian covered his mouth and cleared his cough, "Maybe I poured it wrong. Come, I'll pour you another cup."

After saying that, he once again poured out the wine jug containing Sanrizui on the table, "Drink it, this time it's guaranteed to be Longshan tea."

Lin Zhou couldn't drink alcohol. He had just had a full glass of Three Days Drunk and his expression was beginning to show signs of being distracted and confused.

Under the swaying gaze, he took the so-called tea without any precautions and drank it all again. Again, he coughed for a long time.

Wen Ling couldn't bear to watch it anymore, so she quickly poured a cup of real tea for Lin Zhou Huan and cast a condemning look at the culprit.

"You lied to me." After recovering, Lin Zhou accused with red eyes, "This is clearly not tea."

Feeling guilty under his gaze, Si Nian touched the tip of his nose and said, "I didn't, that was really wrong."

Afraid that he wouldn't believe it, Si Nian pointed to two similar blue and white porcelains on the table and said, "If you don't believe me, look for yourself. Who can tell them apart?"

Although similar, there are also obvious differences.

Wen Ling glanced at him indifferently without saying a word.

The drunken teenager was not so rational. He looked at them carefully and compared them. In the end, he nodded and said, "They look the same."

Si Nian knew he was really drunk as soon as he saw him. He leaned his elbows on the mahogany table and asked, "Lin Zhou, tell me what's been on your mind lately."

Among the four people, Wen Ling was the most careful. She intuitively thought that Lin Zhou's reaction was related to his personal love.

Although she felt that this was somewhat unethical, she was genuinely concerned and simply curious, so she did not stop Si Nian's little move.

The boy was like a boneless cat, propping up his chin lazily and drunkenly, "I like someone...but, but she hates me..."

As he spoke, Lin Zhou's voice gradually became filled with a hint of grievance. He lowered his eyes, with the corners of his mouth turned down in sadness.

"What? You have someone you like? Who is it? Who is it?" Before Si Nian and Wen Ling could be surprised, Lu Xingxuan, who had just entered the room, started shouting first.

She looked like her previous carefree, lively and playful self again. Wen Ling felt relieved and explained everything to her in a few words.

Lu Xingxuan sat on the left side of Lin Zhou and gossiped about him: "Xiao Zhou Zhou, who do you like?"

Although his consciousness was so hazy that he could not tell east from west, south from north, the boy was extremely firm in some aspects and refused to utter that name.

"Well, then tell us where that girl is from? Do we know her?"

Si Nian, who was watching the fun, was not afraid of trouble and also "interrogated" from the side.

Lin Zhou nodded with red eyes.

"What does this mean?" Lu Xingxuan was puzzled and changed his sitting position. "Did you meet that girl during your training outside?"

Si Nian rejected it outright, "Impossible, if he really has someone he likes, how could I not have noticed it?"

Wen Ling said indifferently: "If it weren't for this pot of wine tonight, you wouldn't have discovered this yet."

Si Nian remained silent.

Lu Xingxuan continued to ask: "Xiao Zhouzhou, do we know that girl?"

The boy seemed to think for a long time in distress before he nodded.

The three of them exchanged glances, and Wen Ling asked softly, "Are they from our sect?"

The boy still nodded.

However, it stopped there. No matter how the three tried to persuade him, Lin Zhou refused to give in. The boy's eyes were wet, and he whispered, "She will be angry."

Lu Xingxuan put her index finger slightly bent and rested it on her chin. "Now I am really curious. How come Lin Zhou is ranked in the top three of the sect and has a good appearance? In addition to his somewhat sultry personality, he has also fallen into unrequited love."

Si Nian agreed.

Lin Zhou was born with red lips and white teeth. When he was drunk, his usually calm eyes were dotted with stars. His eyelids kept drooping, and then opened, his thick eyelashes fluttered, and his misty eyes were ignorant and clear.

Even though he looks well-behaved, he is ruthless in a fight. Si Nian still remembers the scene when he stabbed a monster to death with one sword.

He had an expressionless face, a cold and bloodthirsty look, an unknown light flashing in his eyes, and he stood in a pool of blood holding a sword, giving off a very oppressive feeling.

In the end, Wen Ling couldn't bear it anymore and asked Si Nian to help Lin Zhou go back to the room to rest.

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Shi Qing had just returned to the inn when he ran into Lu Xingxuan and the other two who were gathered together chatting about gossip.

Seeing the figure walking in from the door, the three of them were startled and stood up hurriedly to block the wine jug and a pile of cards on the table.

"Elder Yun!"

"Elder Yun!"

"Master!"

Shi Qing was stabbed by the sudden loud voice and frowned, "Why are you so flustered?"

"Nothing, nothing. The disciples are just joking."

Lu Xingxuan played it safe and gave a dry laugh, but he was quietly holding the wine jug in his hand.

As the three of them talked, the air was filled with the faint aroma of alcohol. Shi Qing nodded, "Be careful with your behavior."

After saying that, she walked up the stairs lightly. When she reached the last step, she suddenly turned sideways and said, "The first elder and the fourth elder will be back in about a quarter of an hour."

The three of them froze and said in unison: "Thank you, Master/Elder Yun."

Shi Qing's room was the fifth one on the right side of the corridor. Just as he was about to push the door open, crackling sounds suddenly occurred around him.