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Chapter 193: Damn it, my disciple is the Demon Lord 12

The snow and fog dissipated, gradually revealing the body of a huge animal.

It stood on all fours on the glacier, with its tail slightly retracted and its body tense and retracted, in an attacking posture.

Opposite it was a woman in a snow-white dress. Due to her large movements, the hood on her head slipped off and was lifted up.

Her eyes were covered with white silk, and only through the gap could one see her dark eyebrows as big as distant mountains, her forehead was white and full, her nose was delicate and small, and her thin lips were tightly pursed.

One or two strands of hair hung down, fluttering in the cold wind, making her look cool and beautiful.

A man and a beast stood facing each other.

When the Javanese saw the guardian statue, they screamed with excitement.

This movement attracted the attention of the guardian statue. It turned its head and roared at them. A strong wind blowing snow blew over, and the Java people fled in panic again.

Taking advantage of the distraction of the guardian statue, Shi Qing tightly grasped the natal sword in his hand and used his spiritual power to rush straight towards it.

Then, the two continued to fight on the glacier. Seeing this, others stood at a distance and watched.

Time passed by minute by minute, but the guardian statue was tireless and its fighting intensity did not decrease in the slightest.

Shi Qing's attacks on it were completely ineffective. Even if he used the sword to cut its body, the damaged and missing parts would automatically absorb the surrounding ice and recover instantly.

It is originally an ice body, so fighting on this kind of glacier gives it a huge advantage.

If you can't subdue it in a short period of time, and once your spiritual power is completely exhausted, you will be in danger.

Shi Qing narrowly avoided its sweeping tail and jumped several dozen meters away.

In the icy and snowy weather, he actually broke out in a thin sweat. His dark hair stuck to his cheeks, and his chest rose and fell rapidly, making him look a little disheveled.

Shi Qing clearly felt that the spiritual power in her body was being depleted rapidly. Her expression was cold and her brain was thinking rapidly.

Without waiting for her to rest, the guardian in front of her took the initiative to attack. It roared and slammed its front paws heavily on the ground. The glacier more than ten meters below her feet was split in half, and the dark cracks crawled towards Shi Qing at lightning speed.

The crisp sound of ice breaking was heard, and the ice underfoot began to shake.

Shi Qingxin made a decisive move and jumped into the air to the other side without hesitation.

Soon, the guardian statue used the same trick again, and the place where she was standing cracked again. Shi Qing calculated and allocated the spiritual power in her body based on the sound, and jumped quickly and thrillingly to avoid it.

The scene was so dangerous that the Java people in the distance were terrified.

Every time they saw the woman about to fall, everyone's heart would rise; the next second she would be out of danger, and they would breathe a sigh of relief.

Although it was not their personal experience, they were more nervous than they were. The frequency of their breathing was controlled by the woman in the distance, and they completely ignored their guardian statue.

However, everyone soon discovered that the white figure disappeared after circling around. The guardian statue stood in place, with the glacier radiating from the ground and shattering in all directions.

It seemed to be aware of the danger, lowering its limbs and preparing to leap -

At this moment, Shi Qing appeared above its head. The tall and graceful woman held the hilt of the sword with both hands and thrust it hard into its forehead.

The silver sword emitted a blinding light as it pierced through. The guardian seemed to be wrapped in ice generated by spiritual energy, pressed on the precarious ice surface, unable to move, and could only watch himself fall into the ice cave.

Shi Qing had already used up all his spiritual power in the last attack, and was also pulled into the water by its heavy body.

The freezing water flooded over my head.

A jet-black crystal fell from the guardian statue's eye, and a strong scent spread underwater. Shi Qing held his breath, swam over there with all his might, and reached out to scoop it up.

Without the protection of spiritual power, the biting cold penetrated into every pore, and the bone marrow felt like it was being pricked by needles, causing stinging, numbness, and fatigue all over.

After soaking for a while, my calves cramped and I couldn't use any strength, and my body gradually became numb and weak.

Although his eyes could not see, his other organs were extremely sensitive. All around him was tens of thousands of years of glacial cold water. His feet were floating, and there was no support point around him. There was endless darkness in his sight, and he could not tell the direction. Even his brain was numb and confused, and his breathing could not help but relax.

The next second, cold water poured into the respiratory tract.

Shi Qing suddenly woke up again.

No, she couldn't die here.

There is no one here who can be trusted to save her except herself.

Thinking of this, a strong desire to survive supported her body. She gritted her teeth, held her breath, paddled with both hands, and swam upwards based on her instinct.

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After seeing the guardian statue and Shi Qing fall into the icy water together, the Javanese people gathered around them in large numbers.

An older man directed the others to throw down the rope.

Another young man took prompt action and took off his heavy clothes, revealing his muscular body with several perfect abdominal muscles. He tied the rope around his waist, gestured to the others, and then jumped into the wide ice cave.

As soon as the young man entered the water, he saw her float to the surface, and was pleasantly surprised. He did not dare to slack off, tied the two people together with a rope, and then pulled the rope hanging above to send a signal.

The Jawa people above saw this and pulled the two men up together.

The strong light pierced into Shi Qing's eyes and she closed them reflexively. Her clothes were wet and cold, and she collapsed on the ice, her consciousness becoming groggy.

A furry tail gently brushed her fingers and covered her eyes, a warm tongue licked her cheek obediently, and a soft voice called out.

The Java people around them were talking at once, and Xiaoxue's words were mixed in with their incomprehensible language, as if they wanted to take her back.

Someone covered her with a warm coat, then lifted her up and went somewhere unknown.

Shi Qing didn't dare to fall asleep completely. He just stayed awake with a little consciousness and kept paying attention to the movements around him.

Soon, she was taken to a warm place, and her body finally stopped shaking.

Xiaoxue considerately helped her change her wet and cold clothes, and the little fox stayed by her side the whole time.

After a long time, the room returned to silence. Shi Qing confirmed that there was no danger and allowed himself to fall into a deep sleep.

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"Junior sister, it's time to set off. Why are you still standing there?" A handsome young man greeted her.

Shi Qing came to his senses and found himself standing at the gate of Yunqi Sect.

She looked in the direction of the voice and saw the man wearing a bright red robe with a cross collar and gold embroidered patterns on the top. He had a white jade belt tied around his thin waist. The outer garment was covered with a layer of white gauze, which diluted and neutralized the overly bright colors, revealing a hazy beauty.

Shi Qing looked at him in surprise, "Brother Songyu, why are you wearing the same clothes as before?"

"Have you fallen asleep? I always wear this kind of clothes, brother."

Song Yu came over and tapped her forehead. "Also, what are you wearing today? Why are you wearing so plain white? Who are you mourning for?"

At this moment, Shi Qing was still wearing a snow fox fur coat, which was light in color and had no extra decorations.

Shi Qing subconsciously touched his forehead, and it seemed to hurt but also seemed not to hurt.

Song Yu leaned over to her and waved a folding fan in front of her eyes, "Are you really stupid?"

Shi Qing held down his fan, thinking, "I always feel something is weird, but I can't tell what's wrong."

Song Yu held Shi Qing's wrist and pulled her forward, "Don't worry about it, let's go, everyone is waiting for you."

What are you waiting for her to do?

Shi Qing didn't understand what was going on and was dragged along by Song Yu in confusion.

Soon, the two arrived at the Wudao Hall of the sect, where several people she was familiar with were already standing.

"Disciple greets the master, Immortal Wuque." Song Yu bowed, and Shi Qing also bowed subconsciously.

She quickly realized something was wrong and looked up suddenly.

Didn’t Immortal Master Wuque, who is also my master, already pass away?

Who is sitting on it?

However, the person sitting in the hall was indeed the master. He was still wearing Su Ai's snow-white robe, with long sleeves fluttering in the wind, and he looked at her with a kind gaze.

Shi Qing was shocked and quickly turned his head to look left and right.

The man on the right has long and slender eyebrows and bright eyes, his skin is as white as snow and as gentle as jade. He is neatly dressed in the sect uniform, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. He has a calm temperament and appears elegant and refined.

On his left was a handsome man with a tall stature, angular face and an indifferent expression.

The two are the eldest brother Fuxue and the second brother Tiannan.

Cangshan Mountain is covered with snow, lighting up the southern sky.

Like Yun Qing, both of them were adopted by the leader of the Yunqi Sect and grew up here since childhood.

The only difference is that Shi Qing and Jiang Wei are both directly related to each other, while the eldest senior brother is raised by the Immortal Master Wuque, who is also the eldest senior brother of Shi Qing and Jiang Wei.

When he saw Fuxue, Shi Qing's eyes became hot and the surging emotions in his heart came rushing in like a flood.

"Brother!"

Fuxue only heard a call and was about to raise his eyes when someone jumped into his arms.

The woman's soft arms were wrapped tightly around his waist, making it hard for him to breathe. She looked as if she was afraid that he would disappear in the next second.

"Everyone is watching us, little sister, you are so old, don't you feel ashamed?"

Fuxue's brows were relaxed and he teased, but his words were filled with an unconcealable tenderness.

The headmaster and the master gave them some instructions, and then they were left alone.

Jiang Wei looked very heroic, with a sharp mouth under his tall nose. "That's right, Junior Sister is almost catching up with me in appearance, why are you still as childish as when you were little?"

"I want you to take care of it!"

Shi Qing buried his head in his senior brother Fuxue's broad chest, and his voice escaped from the gaps, muffled, like the plum rain, wet and cold, with a touch of sorrow and sadness.

The other seniors around her were teasing her.

There was a hot and wet feeling at the collar of my clothes.

Fuxue lowered his eyebrows in surprise, and stroked Shi Qing's head with his big hands, his voice clear and moving:

"Junior sister, have you been wronged? Why are you crying like a tearful person now after not seeing you for a while?"

"Big Brother, are you dead?" Shi Qing sobbed.

The air above vibrated, and the man chuckled: "Little Junior Sister, what are you talking about? Senior Brother is alive and well."

He pulled Shi Qing out of his arms, bent down to look at her, and said with a smile:

"Look, is Senior Brother standing in front of you?"

At some point, Shi Qing had already cried until her eyes were blurred with tears and her vision was blurry. How could she see the person she was thinking of clearly?

But she was sure that this person was her senior brother.

However, no matter how the person in front of him tried to comfort and persuade him, Shi Qing still felt extremely sad.

"Brother, I miss you so much... I really miss you so much..."

"I know I was wrong, Junior Sister, I know I was wrong... I will definitely practice well in the future, can you please not leave?"

"Senior brother..."

After they left, the Yunqi Sect fell into decline, fellow disciples left or scattered, and the once prosperous sect was no longer what it once was.

The brothers and sisters who stayed behind were struggling to support the sect, and they also had to clean up the ruins of the sect on weekdays. Apart from the daily treatment of Shi Qing's eyes, everyone was willing but unable to do so, and could no longer take care of her emotions as before.

Those senior brothers and sisters were too busy to handle everything, and Shi Qing knew that it was already great that he didn't cause any trouble for them.

Therefore, every time Senior Brother Songyu treated her, no matter how painful it was, she secretly gritted her teeth and persevered.

Every time I endured it even though I was sweating profusely, I still had to smile and say it didn't hurt.

At first, she was not used to not being able to see, and every time she walked around the room, she would bump into things and her body was covered with purple bruises. The next day, the slightest touch caused her to cry with pain.

Those days were stretched out exceptionally long by the pain. No matter whether it was day or night, she always curled up alone in the lonely darkness, like a trapped beast locked in the past, and could only rely on memories to lick her wounds over and over again, and endure one long night and year after another.

After a long time of this, Shi Qing slowly got used to being alone.

Eat alone, sleep alone, practice alone...

And finally, one person has to die.

Obviously, she loves to be lively, and wherever she is, there is always laughter and joy.

But in the end, I was forced to get used to such lonely years.

Later, when Senior Brother Songyu said that her eyes were difficult to heal, she was able to deal with it calmly.

It is not easy for her to be alive.

How could you want more?

But at this moment, she had some extravagant thoughts.

She wanted her senior brothers and masters to come back.

Fifty years of accumulated longing poured out at this moment. Sadness and grievance grew wildly like spring grass after rain, spreading to every corner of her body, squeezing out her breath inch by inch.

"Brother, I'm so sad... I'm really sad... I can't hold on any longer..."

Fuxue raised his hand to wipe away the tears on her face, his eyes filled with sorrow, "Brother knows that Qingqing has had a hard time, brother knows..."

As soon as these words came out, Shi Qing's nose felt sore and tears burst out again.

Fuxue hugged the crying girl one last time, and whispered softly above her head:

"Little Junior Sister has grown up..."

Shi Qing burst into tears and was about to reach out to hug him back, but suddenly her hands were empty.

She woke up suddenly, and when she opened her eyes there was a light misty blue, pure as the glass on the bottom of the sea, but without focus, no longer having the dazzling brilliance of the past.

My heart was filled with fear, and the unforgettable sadness lingered for a long time.

Shi Qing blinked, and without knowing when, tears had already overflowed from the corners of her eyes, wetting her temples and leaving traces of a dream.

The little fox beside her seemed to sense something and licked her hand.

"Awake?" Xiaoxue's voice suddenly sounded beside him, calm and peaceful.

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Note: [1] From Yao Nai’s Record of Climbing Mount Tai in the Qing Dynasty.