Beast

"It's really troublesome! Wait." The male disciple guarding the mountain gate was a male disciple from Shuiling Peak. He was dozing off and was woken up by Yang Qing, with a dissatisfied look on his face.

"Thank you for your help, senior brother." Yang Qing cupped his hands and thanked him, then stood aside.

I saw this inner disciple, take out a piece of talisman paper, inject it with aqua blue essence, and the talisman paper turns blue. He took it to his mouth, whispered a few words, and then leaned against the rock next to the stone steps.

The wall dozed off.

Several female disciples from Shui Ling Peak walked down the stone steps. They were all dressed in white and handsome. Their earrings, rockers and other accessories made crisp sounds with their steps.

After these female disciples from Shui Ling Peak came down the mountain, they left with the inner disciples at the foot of the mountain, talking and laughing, with affection between their eyebrows.

There are still several inner disciples waiting at the foot of the mountain, looking lonely, obviously knowing that their sweetheart has not come to see them. The disciple holding the pearl hairpin is also among them.

He glanced at Yang Qing, who was still waiting, and seemed to feel comforted. He sighed and continued to wait.

Yang Qing waited for a stick of incense, with a hint of anxiety in his expression. He began to worry in his heart whether Sun Xinyao would come to see him.

Holding Fu Zhu between his arms, he looked at the stone steps going up, pacing back and forth on the same spot.

At this time, he was worried, even afraid. During this year, with Sun Xinyao's company, no matter how hard he practiced, he felt comfortable, relaxed, happy and happy.

He knew very well that he was not worthy of Sun Xinyao, but he was unwilling to admit it in his heart. Seeing Sun Xinyao's frown and smile, sometimes dignified and sometimes playful, Yang Qing could not help but feel admiration in his heart.

He was afraid that his cultivation would fall short, he was afraid of turning into a monster that was neither human nor beast, and he was afraid of dying under Wang Dali's stick.

He practiced day and night just because he wanted to stand upright in front of Sun Xinyao. Would all this be destroyed before he could achieve it?

"Why aren't you here?" Yang Qing felt that something was missing in his heart. Looking at the empty stone steps, his heart was also empty.

"Hey, let alone giving it to my husband, you can't even give it to me as a bluebird." The inner disciple holding the pearl hairpin said scornfully while tapping the palm of his hand with the pearl hairpin.

"Yang Qing, why are you here?"

Anger appeared on Yang Qing's face, and he clenched the fine steel rod tightly in his right hand. Just when he was about to speak, a soft and melodious voice came from the stone steps.

He was very familiar with this sound. When he heard it, it was like the sound of nature in his ears. There was no anger on his face. He grinned from ear to ear and looked towards the stone steps with excitement.

Sun Xinyao was dressed in white as snow, with a water-blue ribbon tied around her waist. Her black hair swayed slightly with the mountain breeze, her eyebrows were delicate, her almond-shaped eyes were watery and talkative, her nose was small and her lips were protruding.

A year later, Sun Xinyao's figure became more exquisite and graceful. Before she reached the foot of the mountain, her red lips were slightly parted and she was whispering, and her brows were full of joy.

The faint fragrance of ylang-ylang is fresh and elegant, and the two pairs of white jade earrings make a 'ding-dong' sound when they touch together.

Sun Xinyao came to Yang Qing. She was as tall as Yang Qing's eyebrows. She put her hands behind her back and looked at Yang Qing playfully.

"Xinyao, I brought this to you." Yang Qing smelled the familiar fragrance of ylang-ylang and felt at ease. He patted Fu Zhu's butt with his hand and said with a grin.

The inner disciple holding the beaded hairpin saw a playful and lovely female disciple coming to Yang Qing. The female disciple looked happy and close to him, which made him choke, turned around and walked away dejectedly.

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At this moment, Yang Qing only had Sun Xinyao in his eyes. He had no time to look at anyone else, so he put her husband on the ground, looking quite embarrassed.

"Ah! It's Fu Zhu, it's really Fu Zhu." Sun Xinyao saw the fur color, tail, hooves, and horns of the Fu Zhu lying on the ground, recognized it, and said in surprise.

"I haven't caught the big one, so I'll just get the smallest one." Yang Qing scratched his left arm, not feeling confident enough to speak.

"Children are the best. Adult spiritual beasts will not submit to human monks." Sun Xinyao squatted on the ground and stretched out her delicate hands to touch her husband's hair, full of affection.

"No, it spits on your face." Yang Qing was startled and stretched out his hand to stop him.

It was okay for him to be spit on twice by his husband, and it was okay for Sun Xinyao to be spit on her pretty face.

"saliva"

Fu Zhu opened his mouth and spitted out a mouthful of saliva.

Sun Xinyao was surprised to see Fu Zhu's childish eyes full of anger, and spat on Yang Qing's face.

"It's okay, it's okay." Yang Qing wiped the spit off his face carelessly, feeling lucky.

Fu Zhu stared at Yang Qing with his big, spirited eyes, and moved his body behind Sun Xinyao to seek shelter.

"This little husband is so bad, even worse than you." Sun Xinyao covered her mouth and chuckled, her eyes shining with joy.

"Xinyao, as long as you like it," Yang Qing scratched his left arm and said happily.

"How did you catch Yang Qing? It's still a cub." Sun Xinyao untied the vines tied to Fu Zhu's four legs and said curiously, raising her head.

Fu Zhu is extremely fast and flexible. A monk in the Dingling Realm can easily kill him, but he cannot be said to be able to capture him.

The cubs will be hidden in secret places by the adults, and sometimes the adults would rather bite them to death than let them be captured.

"I caught it with just one pounce." Yang Qing didn't think it was difficult. This little thing came to his door by himself.

Yang Qing said casually, staring at Xiao Fu Zhu who was hiding behind Sun Xinyao. As long as Xiao Fu Zhu ran away, he would be able to catch him.

Xiao Fuzhu seemed to like Sun Xinyao very much. He hid behind him and looked at Yang Qing, showing no intention of escaping.

"Xinyao, why did it take you so long to come down? I was even afraid that you wouldn't come down to see me." Yang Qing asked with some doubts and a hint of worry. He wanted to know the reason.

"I'm not allowed to dress up. How can I be like you?" Sun Xinyao fiddled with her black hair, but Yang Qing's eyes made her feel a little shy.

"Bo"

Sun Xinyao suddenly pecked Yang Qing on the face, like a dragonfly touching water. Then she ran up the mountain with her husband, her face red with embarrassment.

"Hehe" Yang Qing looked at Sun Xinyao's back and smiled silly, feeling extremely satisfied.

Several other inner disciples who were still waiting squinted their eyes and watched secretly. Yang Qing ignored them, raised his head, puffed out his chest, and strode towards the Hantie Mine.

In the Hantie Mining Area, in the stone house, Yang Qing, Lu Zhen, Qi Xiaohu, and Tian Bo gathered together and chatted.

"I wonder where we will be arranged after Hantie Mining District is disbanded. Will we be directly promoted to inner disciples?" Lu Zhen said whimsically.

Lu Zhen is about the same height as Yang Qing, but his body is still very thin, and he looks like he has no strength in his hands.

"Just think of good things, I think we need to be kicked out of Yufeng Sect," Qi Xiaohu said in a low voice.

Qi Xiaohu and Tian Bo have been practicing for more than a year. They are tall and tall, half a head taller than Yang Qing, and their eyebrows are tangled together.

"No, then why are we practicing?" Tian Bo said worriedly.

Among the four, Tian Bo is the shortest, a little over seven feet, and training has not made him much stronger. At this time, there is a sad look on his handsome face.

"Yang Qing, what do you think?" Lu Zhen looked at Yang Qing in a daze and asked.

"I'll tell you if I can live until then." Yang Qing grinned, but it was hard to tell what his expression was.

"Hey!" Several people sighed at the same time

Yang Qing and Tian Bo are the same age, seventeen today, Qi Xiaohu is eighteen, and Lu Zhen is nineteen. They are already adults and have many things to consider and worry about.

The next day, at the top of Guanyue Mountain, Yang Qing was holding about two thousand kilograms of stones, squatting, jumping, and lifting them constantly.

The muscles all over his body were tight and swollen, and sweat was dripping down his cheeks and hitting the ground.

When my body was exhausted to the limit and my physical strength was exhausted, I stopped to practice the sixteen postures of the innate realm in "The Thirty-Six Movements of Hunyuan".

The sixteen postures of the Xiantian realm can also be said to be the "Sixteen postures of the Xiantian". The difference between the two is the degree of accuracy.

The sixteen postures of the Xiantian realm can induce the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to enter the body, and promote the muscles to fully absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

However, this kind of activation does not rely on spiritual roots, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth that can be activated is very small. So, in Yang Qing's current situation, it will take at least three hours to regain sufficient physical strength.

Moreover, as Yang Qing's strength increases, the longer it takes, which will cause Yang Qing's strength to increase at a slower rate.

The ten postures in the Sea of ​​Knowledge realm in "The Thirty-Six Movements of Hunyuan" cannot be used to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to restore physical strength. They are movements to enhance the practitioner's ability to control the muscles of the whole body.

Strengthening the consciousness and the control of muscles throughout the body is the essence of practicing the "Thirty-Six Postures of Hunyuan" and the Ten Postures of the Sea of ​​Knowledge. According to Yang Qing's understanding, the fit between the body's control ability and the soul's physical body

closely connected.

It is not used to increase strength, but to enhance the cultivator's realm and lay the foundation for the Purple Mansion realm to control the whole body's strength.

"Yang Qing, don't you think Fuling is beautiful?" Sun Xinyao came to the top of Guanyue Mountain, followed by her husband, and said like a treasure.

Yang Qing carefully identified the little beast in front of him. It had petals on its four hooves, a string of gems on its neck, and its corners turned aqua blue.

"Is he Fu Zhu?" Yang Qing asked doubtfully, and then took the opportunity to stare at Sun Xinyao without turning his eyes.

"It's called Fuling now, how about you call it that in the future, okay?" Sun Xinyao said with a shy look on her face and a little proudly.

"Okay, Fuling." Yang Qing stayed far away from the young husband to avoid being spit on, and wondered how Sun Xinyao managed to keep the young husband docile.

"snort!"

A cold snort came, full of coldness and anger.

A beautiful woman appeared on the top of Guanyue Mountain at some unknown time. She was dressed in the same white clothes, with long hair in a high bun, and a beautifully styled Shenghua. She looked like she was in her thirties, and her facial features were delicate but covered with frost.

"Master?! Why are you here?" Sun Xinyao stepped forward to salute and asked with some worry and confusion.

"Huh, you still have the nerve to ask? I'll punish you when I get back to Shuiling Peak." A trace of affection flashed in the beautiful woman's eyes, which quickly disappeared, and she said coldly.

"Is it you who seduces my Shui Ling Peak disciple with your sweet words?" the beautiful woman said to Yang Qing, with anger in her tone.

"Senior, I have never deceived Xinyao with sweet words," Yang Qing said calmly, but his heart suddenly tightened.

"Are you worthy of being called Xinyao?" The beautiful woman became even more angry after hearing Yang Qing's words.

"You are a small outer sect disciple who doesn't even have spiritual roots. How dare you try to trick me, a disciple of Shui Ling Peak? What a joke."

Yang Qing was angry. He could sense the consciousness of the beautiful woman in front of him, and she unscrupulously penetrated into his Dantian to check his innate vitality. There was nothing he could do to provoke him like this.

"Senior, no matter what the junior's qualifications are, my heart for Xinyao can be learned from heaven and earth." Yang Qing said loudly, speaking such love words for the first time, looking at Sun Xinyao with eyes full of friendship.

"Yang Qing..." Sun Xinyao looked at Yang Qing blankly, speechless.

"Xinyao, don't be fooled by this little thief's sweet words. Master asked you, what can he bring you, spiritual stones? Pills? Kung Fu? Magical weapons? Status? Honor?"

"Is it just relying on the little husband?" The beautiful woman said with a sneer, pointing at the husband who was watching the excitement with bright eyes.

"I don't want...I don't want anything." Sun Xinyao's tears fell like broken beads, and she shook her head and murmured to herself, her eyes never leaving Yang Qing.

Scenes of interacting with Yang Qing kept popping up in his mind, holding up a stone and looking at him stupidly, fighting the tyrannical Kaiming Beast without fear, tearing apart the Soaring Snake regardless of his own safety, abandoning himself, and resisting Kaiming with his body

A beast, when it is dying, can’t bear to look at itself when it closes its eyes...

There are embarrassing ones, light moments, thrilling ones, comfortable ones, playful ones...

"Can you give it to me?" the beautiful woman asked with a mocking look on her face.

"I..." Yang Qing opened his mouth and was speechless.

He couldn't offer anything at this time, so he was making empty promises? How could he say it out loud?

"With your qualifications and cultivation, if you encounter danger one day, can you ensure that Xinyao is safe and sound? Say it yourself, are you worthy of Sun Xinyao?" The beautiful woman was aggressive and her tone was cold.

"I..." Yang Qing was heartbroken and speechless.

The only thing he could do was to die before Sun Xinyao.

"Yang Qing, I don't want anything, I just want to be with you." Sun Xinyao shook her head, looked at Yang Qing, her tone was like pleading.

"Xin Yao..." Yang Qing suddenly felt that Sun Xinyao was so close to him, yet so far away.

"Boy, if you leave here today, you will never see Sun Xinyao again in this life. I will spare your life." The beautiful woman shouted coldly. When she saw their eyes facing each other, she became even more angry.

"It's better to die happily than to live happily. Xinyao and I will never be separated." Yang Qing gritted his teeth, eyes widened, and vowed not to bow his head.

"Master, please, please let him go, please..." Sun Xinyao knelt on the ground and begged with pale face.

Before Sun Xinyao could finish her words, her body swayed and her face suddenly became pale and bloodless, as if she had heard shocking news.

"Yang Qing, get out of here. I've always been fooling around with you. How could I possibly like you? Get out of here! Get out of here!" Sun Xinyao knelt on the ground, crying at the top of her lungs. She covered her chest with trembling hands.

His expression was sad and sorrowful.

"Xinyao, what...what did you say?" Yang Qing stared into Sun Xinyao's eyes, with an unbelievable look in them, and asked.

Sun Xinyao, who originally stepped forward to help her, staggered back a few steps.

"I told you to get out of here...get out of here quickly," Sun Xinyao cried and shouted, hugging her little Fu Zhu beside her.

"Okay...I'm going away, I'm going away." Yang Qing's face was like gold paper, and he stumbled down Guanyue Mountain.

"Ugh...poof"

As soon as Yang Qing ran to the foot of the mountain, he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, shook his body, and fell to the ground.

Lying on the ground, his body was twitching constantly, as if he was enduring endless pain, his mouth was wide open, but he couldn't make a sound.

Like a chicken with its head chopped off, struggling to its death!

His hands were clasped on the ground, and his legs were kicking wildly. The gravel and gravel on the ground had been turned over by the claws and kicks.

The struggle became more and more intense, and large tears mixed with mud covered his face.

gradually……

The struggle becomes more and more powerless!

After holding the tea cup, the trembling stopped. He closed his eyes tightly and stood up with his hands on the ground. Then he stood motionless, his body as steady as a mountain.

The closed eyes suddenly opened, the originally black pupils turned red, and very faint tiger stripes appeared on the exposed skin.;