0012 Chapter Ice and Snow Beauty's Heart, Tragedy and Pity
Back then, Yue gently twisted her snow-white curly hair, gently twisting it with her slender jade fingers, and her tone was even blank and innocent, "Sect Master?"
"Do you still need to pretend to be stupid with me?" Tianzhi's voice seemed to be speaking to his daughter gently, even a little doting. When he turned around, his face was gloomy, "Although you have not shown any cultivation, I have brought it out with one hand.
, I naturally know everything about you."
After hearing this, Nian Yue Bingxue's pupils flashed with a glimmer of light, like a thunderbolt rushing past in the flying snow. She chuckled and said, "Sect Master, don't be anxious. Disciple just thinks, isn't this a pity?"
"What a pity?" Tian Zhizhi and Nian Yue both looked leisurely and spoke quietly, but secretly there was already an invisible opposition. There seemed to be a rope tightening suffocatingly in the air, "What a pity?"
That year, regardless of the fact that the others were already feeling unwell in this atmosphere, she still smiled and said, "This young man is a waste. You can tell at a glance. Even if his body is ice, it does not prove that his spirit is fire. It cannot be said that he is the book of heaven."
The stranger in the prophecy. Isn’t it shameful to waste one’s life like this? It goes against the Taoist principle of cherishing all living things in heaven and earth.”
"I have practiced Taoism for such a long time, but it turns out that I don't know as much as you do." Tianzhi twirled his hair and chuckled. The two of them looked at each other with smiles, but their looks made outsiders feel uncomfortable. Tianzhu saw that Yue had openly violated himself.
He was definitely unhappy with the killing order, but he and Nian Yue were acting out a leisurely and contented drama face to face. It was a strange phenomenon no matter how you looked at it.
"It's just that, it's not a pity." Ji Feng, who was looking at the sky in the past, and his face was getting darker and darker, continued, "No matter what the strange power is in this young man's body, judging from the fact that he has no power,
It won't develop into a disaster at all. In addition, if the strange cold air in the body expands and gets worse, and the person is still a waste, wouldn't it be that his death date is already set? Since he can't live long in the first place, and he can't develop into a disaster, why bother?
If you are eager to get rid of him, why not..."
Unexpectedly, the darkness in his eyes had changed for another reason, like a secret flickering of expectation, "Go on."
"Aren't the holy objects in our sect that are in great need of pure cold energy to be refined?" That year Yue Su turned her finger and pointed softly in the direction of Mie Canglan, "I think the cold energy on this young man's body is better than
The ice on the thousand-year-old snow-capped mountains is much purer."
The others finally understood the meaning of that year's moon, and looking at the sudden squinting and smiling expression, they also knew that this was in line with what the sect master was thinking, and suddenly they felt mixed emotions in their hearts. Although they knew the master's temperament, there was a dark palace hidden inside.
, often do things with vicious methods, and they also know that Yue Yue, who is like an ice and snow beauty, has snakes and scorpions in her heart. However, because they are from the same sect, and the matter discussed is related to the lifeblood of the sect, each of them has to endure the trembling and unhappy mood.
Mo Qingfeng whispered several times before he looked more natural, but he still sounded hoarse when he spoke, "It turns out... Junior Sister Yue's intention back then was to refine the cold energy in Mie Canglan's body to advance the sacred object.
Is it pure energy?"
"Isn't it good?" Nian Yue blinked, the girl's innocence and unparalleled beauty blended with each other, as unsettling as the dark green poisonous algae floating on the water, "Elder brother also noticed the coldness on this young man's body.
How pure it is. And the strange energy in his body, if it is really the nature of fire, it would be great, it should also be pure, and the two levels of ice and fire refining energy required for the holy object are already there."
"So we are going to use this living person as the raw material for refining holy objects?" Mo Qingfeng raised his eyebrows lightly, knowing that his words were unintentional, but he still said it coldly.
"He is such a loser. Isn't it his blessing that he can have such an effect?" Nian Yue opened her mouth in surprise and smiled, "Otherwise he would be just a pitiful man like an ant. I haven't counted on him yet.
Thank me."
"I'm afraid I won't be able to thank him enough." Mo Qingfeng sneered, "Shouldn't we keep him in a dark place and squeeze all the energy out of him until it dries up?"
"That's not a pity. It's just death after all." Nian Yue suddenly smiled as pure as a girl, narrowed her snowy eyes and shot out two cold lights, looking directly at Mo Qingfeng's upright and stern eyes.
"Qingfeng, it seems you don't agree?" Tian WanZhi spoke softly. He was always unhurried and leaned lightly on the edge of the table, even smiling and with friendly eyes.
Mo Qingfeng's back stiffened, and he glanced sideways at Jin Ziye. Jin Ziye suddenly avoided his senior brother's gaze, looking sideways at the ground and biting his lip. He was the youngest, and although he was a superb cultivator, he still had a pure and innocent heart, so dark.
Just hearing about his plan made him feel sick all over, but Mo Qingfeng knew that he was just as helpless as himself.
Because that sacred object is related to the lifeblood of the Qinglian Sect. The seven disciples have been taught every day since they started practicing Taoism. The Qinglian Sect is number one, and they can do whatever it takes to do this.
"Disciple doesn't dare." Mo Qingfeng could only say politely, "Since the sect leader has decided so, what should I do?"
"Of course the person who came up with the strategy worked hard." Tianzhi smiled slightly, picked up the sapphire stick with a clear light on the table, measured the length with his fingers, nodded and said, "It's also a hairpin.
The size." After saying that, Bi Yang gently threw it with his hand, and it was gently picked up by Nian Yueyue's hand between his fingers, "Give it to this poor child."
Nian Yue turned around and played with the jade stick tenderly, and said with a smile, "The sect leader is really compassionate." Nian Yue Momo suddenly paused and looked at Mie Canglan. The young man just let out a slight moan, as if he was a dreamer.
When he woke up, he was struck by unbearable pain. His brows were furrowed, his face was gray, and his pale lips were trembling slightly.
Others also looked at Mie Canglan with different expressions. Among them, Mo Qingfeng and Jin Ziye had heavy eyes and seemed to have countless tangles in their hearts.
"Junior Sister Nian Yue, I wonder what you are going to do?" Mo Qingfeng didn't look at Nian Yue, his cold voice sounded like a question.
That year, however, Yue remained unmoved. She gently rolled her snow-colored hair with the sapphire stick and said with a smile, "Anyway, I don't have any disciples yet."
"You..." Mo Qingfeng's neck stiffened, and he turned around and stared at Nian Yue with lightning eyes, "You want to accept Mie Canglan as your next disciple?"
"Oh, Senior Brother, do you mean to ask the Sect Master for instructions?" Nian Yue pretended to be surprised, turned around and bowed respectfully to the sky, "Sect Master, what do you think?"
Tian Wenzhi smiled sarcastically, with soft eyes as if looking at his naughty daughter. Yun Xiu waved lightly and said, "Take it, take it."
Others felt uncomfortable, but they saw that Nian Yue had accepted the gift and walked towards Mie Canglan. Her graceful figure was like a jade butterfly flying, and there was a misty fragrance everywhere she passed. She squatted in front of Mie Canglan, raised her fingers and gently
She gently toyed with the young man's dark blue hair and seemed to be focusing on his light red eyebrows.
"Good disciple." Yueyan murmured back then, and the breath from her mouth was as fascinating as rosemary.
Mie Canglan, who was about to wake up, frowned and uttered an inarticulate response, as if answering the call that had been urging him to die ever since.
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