Single Dog Ending System - Chapter 117

The bright moon hangs in the sky. The moon seems brighter when viewed from Qingyun Peak, as if it was within reach.

Lang Qianxing found the room that Bo Yi had cleaned up for him from the corridor and pushed the door in.

Clean and spacious, desks, chairs, beds, and even the decorations in the room are completely different from the room where Tianji Hall requires people to sleep in the same room.

But he didn’t look at it much. He closed the door and sat on the couch, watching the set of clothes folded squarely on the quilt in silence.

In the afternoon, Yun Jue asked him to cook once and washed the dishes countless times before letting him come back to rest just now.

He couldn’t see through Yun Jue. He didn’t know why Yun Jue didn’t stay at his Qingyun Peak like in his previous life, but he came to the mingzhong and even accepted him as a disciple.

He originally planned to be accepted as an apprentice by Yun Hua, just like the previous life, waiting for Yun Hua to send the heaven crystal stone to him again. The demon qi covered the crystal stone seems to be thin, but it is very pure. It is difficult to obtain such qi. It is also very simple for Lang Qianxing to use its demon qi to cultivate.

But everything was disrupted by Yun Jue.

Hundred years of planning were thrown on the ground and trampled at will. Heartfelt love was exchanged with a joke.

All those piercing pain in his past life, Lang Qianxing will never forget. Since heaven gave him a chance to live again, he will definitely repay them the pain that was inflicted on him in his previous life.

As for this strange Yun Jue…

Lang Qianxing picked up the soft and finely made cloud clothes, and suddenly recalled the cold man who quietly read books under the peach blossom tree during the day.

Light blue robe made that handsome face look even more unlike a mortal. Clear and clean like a clean spring flowing quietly through the mountain stream, as if that purity shouldn’t exist in the mortal world, untouched by any filth.

People couldn’t help but breed the intent to taint that pure thing from the deepest and darkest part of their hearts.

Lang Qianxing lay down on the bed with his arms on his back. Under his body, he pressed the set of direct disciple clothes, which was regarded as a treasure by Tianyun Sect disciples. The strip belt was also casually draped over his eyes to block the candle light in the room, but it also clearly exposed the malicious smile on his lips.

[Ding, favorability +10, current favorability -50.]

System: “Eh. He increased it for you again! You work him so much in the afternoon, he didn’t decrease it but increase it?”

Qin Lang took off his hair crown along with the jade hairpin. His fine black hair fell down like a waterfall. Like winter snow to spring breeze, such a difference in temperment, Qin Lang himself was also surprised.

He looked at himself in the mirror. Soft hair hands on his shoulders with calm and gentle brows.

The ultimate beauty! As expected of the perfect potion upgrading from C-level to A-level. This must be given full marks!

Qin Lang is very satisfied with himself: “I’m so beautiful. With the beautiful appearance as a bonus, his conscience will surely be distrubed. And for working him, is that considered working him? He didn’t have to chop wood, fetch water, wash clothes, and wash the toilet. Compared with going with Yun Hua in his previous life where he got bullied by Yun Hua’s disciples on the first night, how many times better is this?”

System: “It seems so…”

Qin Lang was lying on the bed with his eyes closed but a smile lingered on his lips, “My husband may have found the best way to get revenge on Yun Hua.”

The corners of the system’s mouth twitched, do you really expect your husband to deceive you then show off to Yun Hua?

Qin Lang was still sitting under the tree. Today he wears a black ink robe, with his own cold temperament, he seems more indifferent than usual as if telling others to not get close. But the strands of loosely bound hair with the white ribbon made him seem lazy and casual.

This directly made Lang Qianxing, who came with the food, stunned.

“What are you doing standing there?” Qin Lang put the book in his hand on the stone table. There was a little annoyance between his brows, or maybe he had read that book too many times and felt bored.

Lang Qianxing didn’t know what was on his mind, he suddenly said: Master, it’s better to wear light-colored clothes…” Strange. He doesn’t want other people to see Qin Lang like this.

As soon as he said those words, he felt that he had lost his voice and lowered his head. However, his eyes kept staring at Qin Lang’s expression. He saw a trace of anger. On such a face, that kind of expression stirred a certain emotion in his heart, seemingly ready to move.

Qin Lang got up, walked in front of Lang Qianxing, glanced at the light dish he was holding, shook his head, and said disappointedly, “After so many days at Qingyun Peak, you still haven’t made any progress.”

Lang Qianxing pursed his lips and raised his lowered head. He finally asked, “Master, this disciple is confused.”

Qin Lang narrowed his eyes and looked at him: “You don’t know why your dishes are so bad?”

Lang Qianxing nodded, his deep eyes seem to seek a simple request for advice.

Qin Lang chuckled lightly and said, “Come with me.”

Lang Qianxing followed Qin Lang to the kitchen. Lang Qianxing thought that Qin Lang wanted him to do it for him, but Qin Lang asked him to call Zhong Yi and Bo Yi too.

When the three of them came to the kitchen in confusion, what they saw was Qin Lang rolling up the ink robe wide sleeves, that pair of hands as flawless as jade were kneading the glutinous rice dough. This scene made the three people standing at the door couldn’t come back to their senses for a long while.

After Bo Yi finally closed his open mouth, he stammered: “Master…If you want to eat glutinous rice balls, disciple can…”

Qin Lang ignored him, only slowly added warm water to the dough, and kneaded it again until the dough became soft and not sticky.

He kneads small round balls and puts the balls in the water when the water boils. Ink-colored robe, hands covered with white flour, the long hair that was quietly scattered behind him, and the way he lowered his head and waited quietly for the ball to surface, it seem as if he was really just a gentle elder who was making soup for the children at home, so reassuring and satisfying.

When Lang Qianxing came back to his senses, there were already three bowls of crystal clear glutinous rice balls on the clean wooden table. It doesn’t look any different from what they do. The soup is not completely clear because of the glutinous rice flour, and the balls that sink at the bottom of the bowl are the simplest and most common appearance.

“Try it and see.” Qin Lang arranged his clothes, so there was no white flour on the pure ink clothes.

Bo Yi and Zhong Yi’s hands trembled a little when they picked up the bowl. They could actually eat the rice balls made by Daozun Yun Jue of Tianyun Sect. They want to cry QAQ. They just wanted to ask the direct disciples of the other three peaks, do you dare to say that you have eaten the meal prepared by your master? But we dare, ah! Jealous to your death!

Lang Qianxing looked at the plain bowl of balls. He took a spoon and scooped one into his mouth. Soft glutinous and sweet, pure glutinous rice aroma, just the right amount of sugar, like a clear stream that spreads from one’s tongue to their heart, warm and content. At that moment, he understood why Qin Lang said that the food he cooked was unpalatable.

Because he was full of revenge and resentment.

Qin Lang glanced at him lightly and instructed: “After eating, clean the bowl.”

The same requirements as usual, but the ‘bring it to me again’ inspection is missing.

Lang Qianxing answered yes, then he, Bo Yi, and Zhong Yi watched as Qin Lang left the kitchen quietly.

Yun Jue had already seen it, right? He found that his heart is full of resentment, or has he found out…Did he also return to the present after hundreds of years?

Lang Qianxing’s fingers holding the small spoon could not help but tighten a little.

“Wow! Senior brother, it’s delicious…”

“Mm.” Zhong Yi took the remaining two balls in the bowl and gave them to Bo Yi, “I didn’t see master use any spiritual energy, but when eaten, there’s a heart-clearing mantra effect. Master mood must be really good…Qianxing, What are you dazed about?”

Lang Qianxing smiled and stirred the balls in the bowl: “It’s just, I didn’t expect that master, he seems to be a little different from the rumors…”

Tonight, there is no bright moon on Qingyun Peak, but only a few scattered stars, which makes the figures in the corridor seem somewhat not just and honorable.

Lang Qianxing walked through the corridor and the courtyard. He came to the door of Yun Jue’s room in the main room, and knocked on the door: “Master, disciple Lang Qianxing asks to see you.”

There was still light in the room, it could be seen that it was still early, so the people inside had not rested.

“Come in.” The voice of the person inside was soft, but it was enough for Lang Qianxing, who was outside, to hear clearly.

This is the first time Lang Qianxing has come to Qin Lang’s room. He observed the whole room but didn’t dare to take a closer look. He first bowed to Qin Lang, who was standing in front of the desk and was painting.

“Let’s talk.” Qin Lang held the brush, dipped it in ink, and added a few strokes here and there on the paper. It seemed that he had almost finished drawing.

Lang Qianxing guessed that it should be a landscape painting.

“Disciple wants to ask master why you accepted disciple as your disciple.” Lang Qianxing looked at Qin Lang’s movements. The hair slid from the back of his shoulder to the table in front of his shoulders. He resisted the urge to go over and hold those strands of hair in his hands and kiss them.

Hearing Lang Qianxing’s words, Qin Lang paused slightly, “Save you.”

“Save me?” Lang Qianxing’s mouth twitched slightly, smiling sarcastically.

Qin Lang drew a few more strokes at the end, then put the brush aside and looked up at Lang Qianxing’s eyes: “That’s right, save you.”

Lang Qianxing simply stopped pretending to be a humble and good disciple, and let that smile hang on his lips, “Then how does master plan to save me?”

“Remove the resentment in your heart.” Qin Lang looked at him quietly, not showing the slightest anger at the change in his attitude.

Lang Qianxing snorted lightly, slightly disdainful, “Just use a bowl of glutinous rice balls to pass or trap me in Qingyun Peak?”

Qin Lang didn’t answer him immediately, but flicked his sleeves and handed the painting he just finished to him: “This painting is for you.”

Lang Qianxing looked down and was shocked that he couldn’t said the right words.

This is not a landscape painting, the painting separated the top and bottom.

Below, is a dark and depressing prison, with heavy iron chains locking a person. That person is him.

This is the scene of his self-destruction. The blood in his eyes is red, there is despair and sadness in it, but more of it is hatred that can’t be contained.

With his self-destruction and overflowing black qi and demonic qi from the prison to the ground, the disciples of Tianyun Sect in white clothes were like him, full of resentment, holding swords brutally slashing and killing their fellow disciples.

A painting that is obviously bloody and suffocating, but this person is so calm when he paints.

“You…” Lang Qianxing held the thin sheet of paper and looked at Qin Lang in astonishment. He originally wanted to ask Qin Lang if he was also a person who rebirth, but after thinking about it, he felt that he was not. If he was, he would have already been deemed as a traitor of the Tianyun Sect and a member of the demon race. To avoid this situation, he just needed to kill him in advance, why would he take the trouble to take him to Qingyun Peak.

“Just a dream.” Qin Lang explained simply in three words.

For Qin Lang, who was in the divine transformation stage, a dream would be like a prophecy.

In the painting, although he is full of demon qi, he looks more like he has fallen into the demon way because of something. That’s why he says he wants to save him.

To save him is also to save the Tianyun Sect disciple who was affected by his demon qi, which is very understandable. But Qin Lang doesn’t have to do this. Wouldn’t it be enough to expel him from the sect? Even if he goes to harm others again, it is no longer related to their Tianyun Sect. He can also put on the medal for saving hundreds of Tianyun Sect’s disciples for himself.

If he is so compassionate and has the heart to save him, where was him in his last life? After all, is it not just for the hypocritical kindness in his heart?

Then let me see how much stronger you can be than that hypocrite Yun Hua. Let’s see how long you can endure before revealing your true face.

The ink on the painting had been dried in this short period of time. Lang Qianxing put away the painting. Although his tone was still respectful, the disdain in his eyes was no longer concealed: “Thank you master for the painting.”