My apprentice is not easy

Chapter 300 Roots
Hearing the young man's frivolous words, "Shen Ling" was silent for a moment, and turned his eyes away.

"Do your thing!"

The boy shook his head, showing a disappointed expression, and his tone was accusatory.

"It's because of you that I ran so far, I don't know how to speak better..."

Having said that, the movements of his hands are not slow.

With a flick of his hand, seven pieces of jade were thrown to the ground, arranged according to the position of the Big Dipper.

Following the movement of the young man's fingers, he made a quick seal.

A dazzling purple light lingered on the seven pieces of jade.

After about ten breaths passed, the young man waved his sleeves, and countless light spots appeared.

Gradually, the scenes that happened here today are gradually presented.

From the first sunrise of the sun, until noon when Xia Wei came here with people to make arrangements underground, and then Zhang Yi came here with Fu Yan'an who looked condensed.

Then there was... the siege, Fu Yan'an died, Shen Qinghe appeared, and killed in anger.

When the people from the holy court appeared, the picture finally froze.

Then the boy's voice sounded.

"Okay, here it should be enough."

After the words fell, there was silence in the temple.

Although there was no sound in the picture, it was enough for everyone present to understand everything.

Changing places, if one's friend is besieged to death, then it is inevitable, and he must do it.

but……

In the silence, "Shen Ling" took the initiative to speak.

"Can you see clearly?"

"I don't think Qinghe did anything wrong. The murder you mentioned...we don't admit it!"

The priests above looked at each other and communicated in secret.

In the end, the white-bearded old priest in the center spoke.

"Those teenagers were indeed at fault, but even if it is a crime, it should be determined by our human race, not by being killed by a demon..."

"fart!"

"Shen Ling" squinted at the old man and sneered.

"I'm here today to talk about reason. But if you don't plan to talk, then I don't have to... follow any rules!"

After saying this, "Shen Ling" pulled out the long knife that she had stuck on the ground, and her momentum rose rapidly.

"Presumptuous! Where do you think this is?"

A priest stood up angrily, mobilized his spiritual energy, and prepared to make a move.

But he was grabbed by another priest at the side.

"Quiet!"

The white-bearded priest in the middle spoke with a cold tone.

The priest who stood up flickered, snorted coldly, and sat down again.

The white beard priest looked at "Shen Ling", his tone was still calm.

"Let's not talk about this... demons are my human race's mortal enemies, if you see them, you will kill them!"

"It's fine if you didn't know it before, but now that you know it, you can't keep it."

"You have made great achievements with our human race. We can forget about raising demons, but...he has to die!"

The fingers of the white-bearded priest slowly pointed in the direction of Shen Qinghe.

The eyes flickered, and the terrifying aura was suppressed.

Shen Qinghe felt that a mountain was pressing down on his head.

I couldn't move, and even breathing was very difficult.

His gaze was fixed on the direction of "Shen Ling", as if he wanted to engrave this person's appearance in his heart forever.

There is nothing more touching than being in a desperate situation and pulling you against all the storms....

"Shen Ling" smiled, ignored the terrifying aura, and raised the knife in his hand.

The tip of the knife pointed directly at the position of the white-bearded priest.

"My people, did nothing wrong, why did they die?"

"It's you, old man. If you can't make sense, then you don't make sense. Instead, talk about your status, huh..."

"How about I send you to die?"

Hearing this, the priests above were all angry.

The terrifying momentum was suppressed wave by wave.

"Shen Ling" watched calmly, the knife in her hand didn't even shake at all.

After a few breaths of stalemate, the white-bearded priest sighed softly.

Shaking his head with some annoyance.

When she spoke again, her tone of voice was no longer as aggressive as before. Instead, it sounded like... the honest words of an elder to a younger generation.

"Shen Ling, Shen Ling, with your temper, you will suffer a lot sooner or later!"

Shen Ling tilted her head, swung the long knife pointing forward half a circle, and rested it on her shoulder.

"I feel fine."

The white beard priest sighed again.

"You protect this child, I can understand, after all, you raised it little by little."

"Even cats and dogs, after a long time, will develop deep feelings."

"But... have you ever thought about the consequences of keeping him?"

Shen Ling didn't answer, her expression remained unchanged.

So the white beard priest continued.

"Not to mention, you left a monster by your side. After the news spreads, how will it affect your status as the coach..."

"He's a demon, it's okay to be awake, what if he loses control? This time he killed someone for a reason, what about next time?"

"You protect him now, next time he loses control of his strength, who will he kill, how will you deal with yourself?"

He stroked his beard, with a look of pity on his face.

"Shen Ling, you have to understand."

"Only when he dies can you be well."

Shen Ling slightly raised her eyebrows.

"My man, I will discipline myself, and I also believe that he will not kill people at will!"

Lingling...

Shen Qinghe stared at the person in sight obsessively, feeling that everything else was unimportant.

As long as she trusts him, everything is fine.

But the white beard priest continued.

"You believe it, we don't believe it, and neither will anyone else."

He shook his head.

"This matter is not resolved by whoever believes it, whoever makes a guarantee."

"The power of demons is the source."

"Your guarantee can't keep his demon power from getting out of control, let alone stop his own will at certain times!"

Regarding this, "Shen Ling" chuckled lightly and asked back.

"Why not?"

The white-bearded priest was taken aback for a moment, and cast a puzzled look.

"Shen Ling" turned around and walked towards Shen Qinghe's direction.

The long knife on the shoulder swung up and fell.

The talismans surrounding Shen Qinghe exploded and turned into flying ash.

"Lingling..."

Shen Qinghe hurriedly stepped closer, his eyes were full of joy.

"Shen Ling" narrowed her eyes and smiled gently at him.

Then he stuck the knife on the ground, raised his hand, and touched his forehead with his fingertips.

A faint light flickered, and a small pure white long knife drilled out of it, slowly spinning at the fingertips of "Shen Ling".

Everyone's eyes fell on it, including Shen Qinghe.

"Shen Ling" turned to the priests above and spoke slowly.

"When he was very young, I refined such a magic weapon for his safety."

"The main function is to store attacks, which are controlled by the Master of Magical Artifacts and used against enemies at certain times."

"But in addition, there is another function. It is to cut off the spiritual power of the master of the magic weapon at certain times... or the power of demons."

"The master of the magic weapon temporarily loses his power."

"It can also be regarded as... another kind of surveillance."

(End of this chapter)