I will not recognize the debt of the previous life!

Act Four: The Calamity in Your Palm ([-])

Song Ling overslept again today. When he rushed to class, he had already missed the morning class. The classmates were concentrating on discussing something, so he took the opportunity to slip quietly to his seat, heaved a sigh of relief, and heard the voice behind him. A smiling voice: "Brother Song Ling, you're late again."

He suddenly turned his head and glared, "Bai Chuan Lu, why are you staring at me when you're not studying hard?"

"It's not that I want to stare at you, but that you are sitting in front of me. It's hard not to see." Bai Chuanlu said with a sudden smile, "I remember yesterday that someone promised to clean the toilet if you are late?"

"Oh, look at the excitement, what are you talking about?"

Bai Chuanlu knew that he was changing the subject, but still smiled and listened to Song Ling continue: "They seem to be talking about the rumors that have been spreading wildly recently. It is rumored that there is a sword hidden in our academy. The birth of this sword will bring war to the world. And a hundred years ago, it was because of its demon that came to the world, this sword is called Liuyun Sword..."

Flowing Cloud Sword?Bai Chuanlu's usual gentle eyes changed, and when he was about to ask again, the gentleman arrived.

Today we are talking about the stars. The main stars of Lesson [-] are: Qisha, Pojun, Lianzhen, Tanlang, Ziwei, Tianfu, Wuqu, Tianxiang, Sun, Jumen, Tianji, Taiyin, Tianliang, and Tiantong.Astrology believes that everyone is affected by the stars, and the position and time of birth determine the fate of this life.

There are many schools of astrology in Xianmen, among which the more famous ones are: Jingluan School, Tianji School, Ziyun School, and Star Watching School... By the way, there happened to be a Star Watching School disciple in the academy.

Song Ling was not in the mood. After class, many people gathered around to ask questions, and even asked him what he thought about Liuyunjian.Song Ling felt [-] birds chirping in his head, and he was so annoying that he slapped the table and stood up and said disdainfully: "What's the meaning of star life? What I want to learn is the most powerful spell!"

He has an easy-going personality and gets along well with everyone, so some people joked that his powerful spell failed and he lost to the young master of Lanyue Baichuan.Song Ling was just at the young age, and couldn't stand the excitement. He suddenly turned his eyes to a young man in white, and said provocatively: "Baichuanlu! Do you dare to make a bet with me? If I win, you don't want to bet again in the future." Bring it up."

Bai Chuan Lu slapped his folding fan in the palm of his hand, stood up and said with a smile, "I will accompany you at any time! But I didn't bring up that matter."

Song Ling stood up and walked back and forth a few steps, raised his chin, and smiled mischievously with one corner of his mouth, like a hooligan, "I heard that five mysterious people came to Yunzhong Academy recently, let's compare who can guess them identity?"

Everyone said hello.

The first person: a pure white Taoist robe, a jade bone fan, a romantic body, followed by a girl in green clothes.

Before Song Ling could speak, Bai Chuanlu said, "The head of Qingxiao Immortal Sect, Qin Xian."

The second person: Tall and straight, with a handsome appearance, exuding a murderous aura, standing next to him is a brave general in silver armor.

This time Song Ling was the first to say: "He is practicing Yin Qi, so he should be a monster. This person is extraordinary, and the silver-armored general behind him is Wei Shi at first glance. I think he is probably the leader of the Lei Ze clan, Shen Ti. "

Bai Chuanlu smiled and said, "I think so too."

They also recognized the third and fourth ones one by one, a young master of Guanchen Mountain, and a scourge of the world.

It was a two-to-two tie, and we could only see who guessed the identity of the last person first, but none of them knew the fifth person.How should I put it, this person has long hair tied up and stays in the study every day, doing nothing but drawing.Drawing one after another, no one knows what he is doing.

A group of people quietly peeked outside the room.

If he didn't show his breath, Song Ling wouldn't be able to guess whether he was a human or a monster.The light in the room was dim, and the person's face could not be seen clearly, so Bai Chuanlu could not guess his identity.The situation was deadlocked, Song Ling had an idea, brought a cup of tea and pretended to be a tea servant, knocked on the door and entered the room.

The door was opened from the outside, and time shot in through the gap. Bai Chuanlu peeked quietly from the outside and saw that the room was covered with various paintings. Like shooting stars, the straight eyebrows are carved into the temples, looking handsome and handsome.Song Ling looked at him in a daze at first glance, then deliberately dropped the tea and spilled the tea on him.

It was too late and then quickly, the man flipped his sleeves, grabbed his wrist and twisted it behind his back.The other hand caught the teacup, and the falling water fell neatly back into the cup without spilling a single drop. He smiled at him and said, "My little friend, who taught you the spell?"

Song Ling had already sensed his anger at the moment of the fight, he forgot to struggle, and stayed where he was, staring blankly at this person.The man pushed the teacup back to the table and waited for his answer leisurely, as if time could stop here for a while, and not go so fast.

Song Ling lowered his head obediently, and said in a low voice: "Three years ago, the star-gazing faction offended Guanchen Mountain, and I was sent to Guanchen Mountain by my uncle, and I was raped and pushed into the forbidden area of ​​the Immortal League. I came to a notebook, which recorded his spells and his dreams. If you want to ask who my master is, it is the person who wrote that book. Although I have never met him, I only know this master in my heart .”

The man's eyebrows were indifferent, and he smiled without any surprise, and asked, "What's your name?"

"The name in the past is not important anymore. Master gave me the word Ling, and my name will be Song Ling from now on."

The man read his name carefully, and said solemnly to him, "Song Ling, remember, you must never use the spells you have learned in front of anyone in the future, let alone tell your master's name."

Song Ling looked up at the man, with tears in his eyes, "I stayed in the forbidden area for two years before returning to the Star Gazing Sect. In order to find Master, I accidentally learned a lot of buried truths. Is he still okay now? "

The man just said indifferently: "He is dead, you should go too."

Song Ling bit his lips, his eyes clearly had a thousand words to say, and he wanted to cry, but he told himself that he had grown up and couldn't be willful like a child, so he forced himself to nod with tears in his eyes : "Okay, I'm leaving! Please accept my obeisance before leaving!"

He said that he was going to kneel down to him, but the man grabbed him and helped him up, refusing to accept his obeisance.The man stopped answering his words, Song Ling couldn't find a trace of love from his cold side face, he could only stand like a stake, silent, after a long time, he suddenly raised his hand to wipe away his tears, turned around and ran out of the room Room.

He turned his head and wanted to take another look, but saw that the man waved his sleeves, the room was violently gusted, the picture scrolls on the floor flew all over the sky, and the door slammed shut.

The room was sealed off, and nothing they said was heard outside the door. When the classmates saw him coming out, they surrounded him with concern and asked him what happened, but Song Ling just stared at the door in a daze.

Standing outside a group of people, Bai Chuanlu looked at him thoughtfully, and suddenly picked up half a piece of drawing paper exposed in the crack of the door, his expression changed suddenly after only one glance.Looking at Song Ling again, the two people's eyes suddenly met, their murderous aura and sharpness intersected like two newborn hurricanes colliding violently.

Song Ling withdrew his murderous intent, and wrote lightly: "I admit defeat, stop guessing."

Bai Chuanlu also put away his emotions in an instant, kneaded the painting into a ball and smiled warmly at him: "Actually, I didn't guess it either, so it's a tie."

Song Ling ignored him, turned around and left.Seeing that he was in a bad mood, Bai Chuanlu ran after him and seemed to have something to say. Song Ling was depressed at first, but he became annoyed when he was pestering him. He grabbed him and dragged him to a corner where no one was around and pressed him against the wall.He is slightly shorter than Baichuanlu, but he is used to squinting his lazy eyes with murderous intent, but he is also domineering, and he threatens viciously: "Baichuanlu, don't look at you as the young master of Baichuan. Go out and I'll kill you anyway!"

He usually looks careless in everything he does, but now he looks like a wolf with a wounded head, pitiful and vicious, eager to be comforted but afraid of being hurt.Bai Chuanlu vaguely guessed a small part, nodded and comforted: "Don't worry, I will never talk about his identity... Song Ling, what is your relationship with him?"

His voice was very gentle, like a clear spring washing his bloody wound, Song Ling hesitantly let go of his comfort.He looked at Bai Chuanlu, blinked his beautiful eyes, his lips trembled, and seemed to want to talk, but he rolled his eyes warily and still didn't say anything, turned around and ran back to the room, threw himself on the pillow and cried loudly.

"I've been looking for you for so long, but you dare not recognize me! Even though you have the most powerful spells and are a hero, but no one remembers you, you must be in more pain than me, right?"

Bai Chuanlu looked at his leaving figure, a hurricane swept through the remnant clouds in his mind, and finally it was deeply fixed in a pair of eyes.

He couldn't remember clearly when he was a child, but he often dreamed that on a rainy spring day, the person who always gave him his arms hurried out and never came back.

He couldn't remember that person's appearance, his voice, or even his name, but every time he woke up from the dream, he always felt lost.

I must have been very young at that time, otherwise why is the face in my memory so blurry?

When the young man was depressed, Xu Mo was also depressed.

He locked himself in the room for nine days, and wanted to draw the most beautiful picture for Shen Yan, but he did not know how many pictures he drew, but he was not satisfied at all. The Shen Yan in the picture was also beautiful, but it was missing What, at this moment Song Ling appeared.He suddenly thought that he was probably at Song Ling's age when he was the most energetic. At that time, he had a lover who could chase after him, and he had passionate dreams. He thought that he could change everything, but in the end he failed miserably.

He lost his best brother and dream in the first civil war, his lover left when he was going to be a mediocre person, and finally even his most beloved apprentice betrayed him, the bloody reality seemed to mock how much he failed.

Why did you end up like this?He didn't even dare to recognize his apprentice, afraid that Ling Ming would deal with him, and that the people he had offended would anger him. In fact, what he was most afraid of was... that he would find out that his master was not as powerful as he thought.

He couldn't go up or down, and he was swaying on the paper. The passionate past when Yunzhong Academy was just built flashed before his eyes. All the pain and unwillingness were turned into light colors and ink.

So many people died, what could he do?

Shen Yan is leaving, what can he do?

Ling Ming wants revenge, what can he do?

Do you still want to fight?

Other than Ling Ming, Bi Haijian, the remnants of the empire, and maybe even his best brother stand in front of him.

No, no, no, he couldn't do it.Man can be defeated, but desire cannot, he cannot defeat desire.

Can you still fight?

In this frenzy and confusion, he painted the pain into the painting, and he didn't see clearly until he woke up. The Shen Yan in the painting was the appearance deeply hidden in his memory.

He opened the door with a wave of his hand, letting the glaring light sweep away every darkness in the room. He held the painting in front of him and stared at it carefully. The current Shen Yan is also very good, like a pool of clear water, pure and flawless. Without the memory of the past, Shen Yan is not complete.

Thinking of this, he put the dried picture scroll in his sleeve and left the room.

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Note: Jingluan refers to Zhongzhou School