I Really Like That Guy!

"Lin Luoyin, do you hear me talking to you!"

He was suddenly pushed, and A Luo stumbled back two steps before he would stand firm.

Looking up, I saw a beautiful girl dressed in pink not far away glaring at her with contempt and warning in her eyes.

"I said, let you stop pestering brother Xingjue, and do you ignore my words?"

There were a few people around the girl, both men and women, and they began to smack A Luo with all their might.

"Junior Sister Li, I saw her going to Jianyafeng to find Senior Brother Gu this morning. It's really shameless."

A Luo shook his head and explained: "No, I, I didn't go there to find Senior Brother Gu..."

One person interrupted her: "Didn't you ask Senior Brother Gu to practice the sword yourself? Lin Luoyin, you're just a piece of junk. You haven't built a foundation yet, so I'm afraid you can't even pick up a sword?"

"She's just a waste. If it wasn't for her sister, how could she enter our Guiyuan Immortal Sect?"

"Yeah, I'm only seventeen years old and I only have seven levels of Qi practice. I'm embarrassed to say that this kind of waste material belongs to our sect. I feel ashamed."

A Luo wanted to speak, saying that she was really not looking for Senior Brother Gu, but her sister Lin Qingyun when she went to Jianyafeng. But these few people didn't give her a chance to speak at all, and they kept taunting her sentence by sentence, and their expressions were full of malicious malice.

Li Jiaojiao raised her chin, a fiery red light whip flashed between her hands, and said arrogantly, "No matter who you are looking for, next time I see you and brother Xingjue together, I will not spare you, I will give you a little today. Punishment, don't forget it later!"

The light whip came to Arlo in an instant, and she couldn't even hide, let alone resist. Just as he was about to close his eyes to endure the blow, the sound of Jin Ge colliding came from his ears, and the expected pain did not appear for a long time.

A Luo slowly opened his eyes and was seeing Li Jiaojiao flying backwards, and all the people around were pale and kneeling on the ground.

An invisible air force appeared here unknowingly, locking Li Jiaojiao and others firmly, the air instantly became extremely cold, and even a thin layer of hoarfrost appeared on the ground within a radius of half a mile. .

"Hmph." A clear, low male voice sounded, with boundless indifference and pride resounding in the ears of everyone, "Danfeng Li Yu's daughter? I, Lu Cang, wrote it down."

Li Jiaojiao, who was still arrogant before, was pale and could not say a word. The others were shivering and sweating all over.

After three breaths, the powerful pressure that shrouded them finally dissipated, and several people broke free from the feeling of being on the verge of death, and one by one fell to the ground.

"Lin Luoyin, you're lucky this time, just wait and see!"

Li Jiaojiao was the first to regain her senses, and her expression was full of fear for the rest of her life. She got up in embarrassment, dropped such a sentence in a stern manner, and hurriedly left with a few attendants.

Without a trace, A Luo released the Yujue he was holding between his fingers, and let out a long sigh of relief. She was in a hurry just now and didn't have time to think, she sent a spiritual power to Yu Jue Nei, but she didn't expect that the other party would actually respond.

She stood there for a while, sorting out the memories in her mind.

This time, her identity is Lin Luoyin, and she is the female protagonist's sister in a book about Xiu Xian, and her mission target is the person who spoke up just now, who is also the master of her and her sister, in the Guiyuan Xianzong. The strongest, Lu Cang, known as the World Daoist.

Lin Luoyin's sister's name is Lin Qingyun. The two sisters were born in a family of officials and eunuchs in the mortal world. Unexpectedly, their family was destroyed by the demons when they were young. The Taoist Lu Cang was chasing and killing a powerful demon, and saved them by passing by. down.

Lu Cang figured out that Lin Qingyun had a relationship with him as a master and apprentice, and that Lin Qingyun was an excellent natural sword bone and a good seedling of immortal cultivation, so he proposed to accept Lin Qingyun as a disciple. Lin Qingyun agreed, the only requirement was to bring her sister.

Since then, the two sisters have worshipped under the sect of Lu Cang, the Taoist priest of Guiyuan Xianzong, and became his only two apprentices.

Compared with the talented heroine, Lin Luoyin is a complete waste. Lin Qingyun is twenty years old, and Lin Luoyin is only three years younger than her, but now she only has seven levels of Qi training, and she has not even stepped into the threshold of foundation building.

Even if there is a Taoist master and a sister Tianjiao, they cannot save Lin Luoyin's mediocrity.

Over the years, she seemed to know that she was too ordinary, and that she had no hope of becoming an immortal in this life. She rarely appeared in front of her master on weekdays, and she never bothered him to teach her anything. Cang.

Back at Wan Dao Peak, A Luo lingered outside Lu Cang's residence for a while.

While hesitating, the familiar indifferent male voice suddenly entered her ear, as if it was knocked hard in her heart: "Come in."

A Luo's heart tightened, Lin Luoyin was a little afraid of this master, and every time he heard his voice, he couldn't help but tremble.

Taking a deep breath and suppressing the fear, Arlo gently opened the door and walked in.

The vast hall was extraordinarily empty, and the dark ground was covered with a layer of dark blue ice spirit stones. The layers of coldness struck while walking. Arlo's face turned pale without realizing it, and his steps became slower and slower.

She lowered her head and caught a glimpse of a snow-white robe from the corner of her eye. She stopped as before, and knelt down in fear.

"Master, thank you for saving me today." When she spoke, she realized that her teeth were shaking from the cold.

Her cultivation base is too low, but Lu Cang is the top group of great masters in the entire Tianxuan world. At just a hundred years old, her cultivation base has already reached Mahayana. At most fifty years, she will rise through calamity.

He is an extremely mutated ice spirit root, and the icy aura emanating from this temple may not be worth mentioning to him, but A Luo is really unbearable.

Just thinking about it, the cold air that enveloped her suddenly dissipated, and A Luo felt in a trance that he had come from the cold winter and the twelfth month to the spring and March, and his whole body felt warm.

This small change also made her feel a kind of silent care, and the fear that remained in her body seemed to melt away like ice and snow, and soon disappeared.

This master doesn't seem to be as scary as she imagined.

Arlo quietly raised his head and looked forward cautiously.

The light in the hall was dim, as if everything was covered in a gray veil, only the person in front of him emitted a white light, illuminating the world.

The tall man sat cross-legged on the milky white tall jade seat, his eyes were closed, and his hands were placed on his knees at will. A snow-colored robe is not stained with fine dust, and a black hair is scattered like a waterfall, entwined with the layers of white robes, and it falls to the black floor.

His skin was very white, the kind of snow-like cold white, without the slightest bit of blood. His long eyebrows and drooping hair were so black that no light could penetrate. The extreme white and the rich black presented a sharp contrast on his face, making him look as flawless and pure as the snow on the top of the mountain and the solitary moon in the sky, out of sight and out of reach.

It turned out that this was Lu Cang.

Tianxuan is the first person in the world, a Taoist Lu Cang who is born with Taoism.

A Luo stared at him blankly, and didn't look away for a long time.

She suddenly felt that the white clothes were a little familiar, and it seemed that there was a person in her memory who liked to wear white, but the vague idea soon faded away. She is a touch of consciousness. Every time she passes through a world, she will only take away her own body of consciousness when she leaves. Those superfluous and human emotions will only be left in the original body and accompany another person to sleep in the ground. .

Perhaps it was because she looked at it for too long, and he suddenly opened his closed eyes.

Those are a pair of extremely deep but extremely cold eyes, the deep abyss of the devil world that seems to be bottomless, and there is no end to it at a glance. The ice-cold Wanli Snowfield in the extreme north, apart from the boundless heavy snow all year round, has no color at all.

Arlo suddenly crashed into it, and for a moment seemed to be in another world.

That world is boundless, but there is only endless snow color and biting cold. She staggers in it, facing the violent cold wind and the swirling snowflakes, her whole body is shivering.

"Close your eyes, restrain your mind, and stay calm."

When her whole body was stiff and she was about to freeze to death, a cold male voice without emotion passed through the heavy snow, came to her side, and saved her from that world.

Hearing the sound, A Luo hurriedly closed his eyes and tried his best to meditate on the practice of the mind. The spiritual power in his body circulated for several weeks, and he finally escaped the cold that penetrated deep into the bone marrow.

She no longer dared to look directly at him, her eyes were lowered, her cheeks were slightly hot, and she said in a low voice embarrassedly, "This disciple is stupid, Master Xie will help you again..."

A Luo and Lu Cang are too different in realm. A power like Lu Cang, who is about to soar, can kill someone with just a glance. This time, she was negligent and looked at him without preparation, only to lose her mind due to the influence of the Taoism surrounding him.

If he hadn't reminded her, she would have been lost in his ice and snow realm, frozen to death.

Lu Cang's reaction was flat, "Well. What else is there?"

A Luo was slightly frustrated. She lowered her head, pursed her lips that had become dry due to tension, and said softly, "It's all right, Master."

"Then let's go." Lu Cang's tone was cold.

A Luo then slowly withdrew from the hall again, and before closing the door, she couldn't help but lift her eyes and looked at it from a distance.

The pale figure sat in the dark hall, with a straight back and motionless, like an indestructible jade statue. There was a strong aura around him, and it seemed that nothing could crush his straight spine and raised head.

A Luo didn't know if Lu Cang noticed his gaze, but even if he did, I'm afraid he wouldn't care.

In the eyes of the world, Daoist Lu Cang has always had only one disciple, that is, Lin Qingyun, the genius of the generation who was born with the sword. As for his other apprentice, Lin Luoyin, no one cared, and no one paid attention.

As for himself, he usually teaches the eldest disciple Lin Qingyun more. Because Lin Luoyin has not yet started to practice, he is still in the junior lecture hall in the sect and listens to the younger disciples who have just entered the door.

A Luo left with his head down in dejection, but he didn't know that Lu Cang's Spiritual Mind was still beside her in the hall, his eyes were thoughtful.

Before today, Lu Cang had never seriously looked at his little disciple.

In Lu Cang's memory, Lin Luoyin was vaguely the little girl with clear almond eyes when they first met many years ago. As for what she would look like when she grew up, he had no clear impression.

When Yu Jue lit up today, Lu Cang thought Lin Qingyun was contacting him.

But when he connected to Yu Jue, he heard a strange, sweet and soft girl's voice coming from there, which seemed so weak under the attack of others.

This was the first time that Lu Cang realized that he still had a disciple with ordinary aptitude and a low cultivation base that could not resist being bullied.

However, no matter how weak she was, she was also Lu Cang's disciple.

He rescued her at will, and drove away a few people who had bullied her.

It was originally just a small matter of raising her hands and feet, but she never expected that she would restrain her fear and come to him, trembling to express her gratitude to him.

She knelt on the ground and was shivered by the cold ice spirit stone. When she bowed to him with a white face and called his master, he could hear the trembling in her voice. Unexpectedly, he dispelled the chill around her for her.

The little girl, with a look of fear for him, dared to secretly raise her head amid his trivial actions, with big round black eyes, looking close and curious to him. he.

At that glance, Lu Cang inexplicably thought of the pet little white raccoon that most female nuns love.

Gu Panjian's agility and innocence are exactly the same as the little civet cat the size of a slap.