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Chapter 233 Extra: The Apprentice is Gone

Lu Xingxuan was afraid that Yue Qing would starve, so he brought a nest of chickens, ducks, geese, a buffalo, a cat and a dog from the foot of the mountain.

On a whim, he raised it patiently, but later he simply left it to Yue Qing to take care of herself.

These chirping little animals became her playmates.

A square field was opened up in the back mountain, and grains, rice and millet were planted. Spiritual power was used to promote their growth every day, and soon the crops turned lush and green.

Although there were only the master and his disciple in Lingshan, their days were quite lively and joyful.

Lu Xingxuan had nothing to do, so she tinkered with various foods and drinks, as well as spiritual weapons and talismans.

Yue Qing was aloof and didn't like to talk much, so Lu Xingxuan often teased her. Seeing the serious face of the little girl wrinkled in confusion, he felt a sense of accomplishment.

Sometimes, Lu Xingxuan would take Yue Qing out to travel, traveling around the world, as leisurely as a god.

Happiness doesn't always last.

Occasionally, Lu Xingxuan would stare at the magnolia flowers in the yard in a daze and sit there for the whole day.

Lingshan Mountain is majestic and towering, and there are always several heavy snowfalls every winter.

Lu Xingxuan was afraid that Yue Qing would be cold, so she went down the mountain and brought back a snow coat and a silver-white magic sword.

When Yue Qing saw it, she was indeed happy.

He raised his head and revealed his clear and bright eyes. "Master, please give it a name."

Lu Xingxuan said with a smile: “This is your spirit sword, how can Master give it a name.”

"I don't care. Master, you are best at poetry and songs, and the name you come up with must be very nice." Yue Qing wrinkled her nose slightly, looking cute and lovely for a rare time.

Lu Xingxuan raised his hand to rub her head, and accidentally touched the branch above his head. The accumulated snow fell down, and in an instant, it was covered with new white.

Eyebrows and eyes were like the crescent moon, and she recited softly: "The plum blossoms falling on the steps are like scattered snow, and they are still full after being brushed off. Let this sword be called Fuxue."

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Yue Qing didn't like the hustle and bustle and was devoted to cultivation. When she grew up, Lu Xingxuan gradually became at ease with her being alone and often went down the mountain to travel around.

One day, she suddenly received a message from a spirit bird, saying that something had happened to the Yue family and asking her to go back.

What we worried about ten years ago finally happened.

When Lu Xingxuan was rushing back, he passed by Yeyanzhou and happened to meet an old friend.

Even though they hadn't seen each other for many years, Lu Xingxuan still recognized the Demon Lord's surprised look at a glance.

Time has not left any mark on him, his appearance remains the same, but his temperament has gained a bit of indescribable... madness.

A calm, silent lunatic.

When he saw her, he was surprised for a moment, then he smiled and invited her to visit the Demon Palace.

Lu Xingxuan waved her hand and shook her head, "I have something urgent to go back for."

Jing Rong looked at her calmly, "Even if there is only news about that person, you won't read it?"

"Who?" Lu Xingxuan asked subconsciously, and soon realized that the person was his master.

"What are you doing?"

Even if we haven't met, we can still hear rumors about the Demon Lord everywhere.

People believed in all kinds of bizarre rumors, such as going mad and becoming a demon after losing a loved one, or hearing requiem songs, soul-calling flags, and dreams.

Lu Xingxuan listened and thought it was just an exaggeration.

However, when he followed Jingrong to the Demon Palace and saw the huge observatory in front of him, he realized that the rumors were true.

The platform built in the middle is about several dozen meters high, surrounded by round clocks carved from jade and sparkling with gold.

As soon as you get close, you can feel the breathtaking sense of oppression.

"What is this?" Even though he had seen a lot of the world, Lu Xingxuan could still feel the strong energy fluctuations gathered in it.

Jingrong narrowed his eyes slightly, and smiled, "Maybe, you can call it - Shi Qing."

“Since Qingqing’s soul is not in this world, I will break through the void and go outside to look for her.”

"You are crazy!"

Jingrong ignored it and continued with his topic:

"I called you here just to tell you because we are from the same sect. Since Qingqing likes you so much, I won't stop you if you want to go."

The best time is three months later.

Lu Xingxuan was struggling over whether or not to tell Yue Qing, but when she rushed back, all she saw was a well-preserved corpse.

In anger, she stabbed the culprit through the heart with a sword.

The boy was covered in blood, with a satisfied look on his tired face, and he was still hugging the corpse tightly after death.