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Chapter 216: Damn it, my disciple is the Demon Lord 35

Shi Qing tilted his hand and the leaf floated to the surface of the water. "You haven't told me yet, so how can I know if it will work as I wish?"

Lin Zhou lowered his eyes, his sight fixed on the river surface without any focus. After a while, he said:

"Master, could you teach me the Broken Star Sword Technique again?"

He suddenly had an inexplicable urge to see his brilliant, cool and stunning master dancing with a sword.

Shi Qing was stunned for a moment, "Is this your wish?"

For some reason, Lin Zhou thought of that dream again. She asked him in the same calm voice: "Is this your obsession?"

"If Master is unwilling..."

"If this is your wish, I am willing to help you." Shi Qing smiled lightly.

She transformed into the spirit sword Zhixue, holding the sword in her right hand, with the sharp tip pointing straight at him, "Take up your sword."

Lin Zhou's crow-feather eyelashes trembled slightly, and he summoned Chi Xiao. The next second, Shi Qing attacked him.

He no longer hesitated, leaped into the air to avoid the sword, and also met the attack with sword in hand.

The sword flashed, white and red intertwined, clanging. The woman's swordsmanship was just as ethereal as that day, combining the real and the fake, making it impossible to defend against.

Lin Zhou has practiced the Broken Star Sword Technique for many years and has gained some insights. When facing her, he is no longer as passive as before.

Relying on Chi Xiao's power, after several rounds, he was evenly matched with Shi Qing.

Suddenly, Shi Qing stopped his move, held the sword in reverse and stood still.

Lin Zhou's pupils suddenly shrank and she narrowly avoided the attack. The Chixiao Sword brushed past her cheek, and although it did not touch her, the domineering sword energy still cut her delicate skin.

A strand of hair fell off, and a tiny scar appeared under the corner of the eye, with blood oozing out.

Lin Zhou took a deep breath and immediately took out a handkerchief to wipe Shi Qing's wound.

"Master, why didn't you get out of the way? I almost hurt you."

Fear, self-blame and anger all emerged.

Because he was too nervous and worried, he didn't notice how close the distance was at the moment. His skin trembled with every breath.

Shi Qing raised her eyes, her clear eyes reflected his cautious look, as if she was sad and sighing:

"Lin Zhou, your swordsmanship is too gentle."

puff-

The sound of a sword piercing flesh.

Lin Zhou's wiping movement froze, and he lowered his head a beat late in reaction.

Right at the heart, the Sword of Gods and Demons was quietly inserted there, and the hands on the hilt were covered in sticky blood.

"...Master?"

His pupils were filled with confusion and doubt, and he stared blankly into those beautiful eyes, which were cold and calm.

"why?"

There was not even any blame in his tone. He was just very sad and simply did not understand why his master did this.

"sorry."

Shi Qing pulled out the Sword of Gods and Demons. There was a line running down the middle of the ancient sword body, and now the other side had become shiny.

The boy, who lost his support, fell forward weakly, his heavy body leaning against Shi Qing, his head resting on her neck.

Lin Zhou still didn't understand, and asked again and again with grievance and helplessness:

"Why...why...is it because there is evil spirit in my body...so Master..."

Only then would I think of killing him.

But Master, even if he becomes a demon, he will never betray Yunqi Sect, betray her...

Wet and hot tears dripped onto my skin, and suppressed, uncomfortable sounds came into my ears again and again.

Shi Qing couldn't help but stagger a few steps. The young man who was leaning on her slipped off, and she knelt down as well.

Lin Zhou knelt on the ground with his back bent, the grass leaves under his feet were all stained red with blood. He raised his head, his slightly upturned eyes were tinged with crimson, tears mixed with the blood on his cheeks, and he looked like he was about to break apart.

Shi Qing pursed her lips and just said, "I'm sorry."

But this is not what Lin Zhou wants.

The corners of his mouth drooped in sadness, but he still tried his best to smile, "Disciple does not blame Master..."

Without saying a word, he spat out another mouthful of blood in pain, his breathing became rapid, and the slightest movement would tear the wound, causing him to cry in pain.

The built-up indifference collapsed. Shi Qing hurriedly supported him, but still said nothing.

Looking at her reaction, Lin Zhou felt extremely sad.

Well, he was going to die anyway.

Clearly his heart was stabbed by a sword, but he felt pain all over his body, his nose was sore, and he couldn't speak.

After a long pause, he finally said, "Master asked me... because I should... die..."

Was that wish asked out of fear that he would not be able to rest in peace after his death?

If he had known this, he should have changed his wish.

Change to someone closer, maybe Master will soften his heart and agree.

The more he thought about it, the more tears started to fall like a kite with its string cut off. Finally, his whole body was shaking.

Shi Qing held his shoulders, lowered his eyes and asked, "Where do you want to be buried?"

The heat from his body was dissipating quickly. Lin Zhou raised his hand tremblingly, and it took him a long time to brush away the strand of hair on Shi Qing's forehead.

When looking at Shi Qing, those dark eyes were red and moist, filled with complexity, reluctance, sadness, and deep affection...

But there is no resentment.

He smiled softly, tears falling down his cheeks, "...Mingchuan...Disciple likes Mingchuan..."

It will snow here soon.

He likes snow, the softest snow that falls on the grass and hangs between the mountain peaks.

I heard from the shopkeeper that every winter, the snow in Mingchuan is very thick, with heavy snow covering the sky and the ground, and everything is covered in silver, which is very beautiful.

Last time I left in a hurry and didn’t have time to wait for the snow to fall.

This time, he wanted to stay here and see if the snow in Mingchuan was really that beautiful.

How does it compare to the Snow Peak?

His body was getting colder and colder. Lin Zhou leaned against Shi Qing's head, raised his finger with great effort, and gently touched her eyes. The blood on his fingertips inadvertently stained her eyes, turning into a dot of scarlet.

He pulled his lips into a smile, and the light in his eyes gradually dimmed.

"very nice……"

Master can still see him, it’s not just in a dream.

His voice was so light that it was blown away by the wind.

Looking at his completely fallen body, with the divine and demonic sword in his hand half turned red, Shi Qing was stunned for a long time, kneeling alone on the bank of the Mingchuan River for a long time.

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According to his wishes, Shi Qing buried Lin Zhou and the Chixiao Sword in Mingchuan, on a high peak where he could overlook the entire scenery.

There was only a temporary wooden tablet in front of the tomb with Lin Zhou's name written on it.

Shi Qing stood there, staring in a trance for a long time.

She didn't turn and leave until the moonlight filled the branches.

At the same time, the Demon Lord, who had been in a deep sleep since returning to the Demon Palace, suddenly opened his eyes.

He sat up suddenly, holding his chest and breathing heavily.

His scattered long hair fell as he moved, and in the dim light, his handsome and evil face showed a changeable expression.

Sensing the new complete memory in his mind, his thin lips curled into a cold arc.

"...Master?"

Then, a sneer was heard in the night, and he slowly stood up and walked out of the bedroom.

Jia Yan happened to be walking over here with something in his hand. When he saw him, his eyes instantly brightened up, "Master Demon, you're awake!"

Jingrong1 nodded, said "hmm", and walked straight out with his robe fluttering.

"Where are you going?" Jia Yan asked in confusion.

"Kill one person." Jingrong spat out a few words coldly, and his figure disappeared in an instant.

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[Notes] [1] Li Yu, “Lin Jiang Xian”: “A sound of the Qiang flute startled her drunken and happy face.”