soul repair

The little beggar's face was covered in mud, but his eyes were bright, and he quickly followed Guan Lingdao: "You are also a soul cultivator? Why are you so good?"

Guan Lingdao pursed his lips and his eyelids twitched slightly.

The child was still talking non-stop, gesticulating with both hands: "They didn't even dare to catch up, and you frightened them all. What is that black short blade in your hand?" He was so excited that he spit Fei, looking at Guan Lingdao helplessly.

Guan Lingdao still didn't say anything.

The child didn't care, but felt very happy to be able to walk beside this silent young man, and his waist straightened a lot: "You said that the soul cultivator takes care of the matter of the soul cultivator, is it true? Will you be able to protect him in the future?" Seeing us?" Looking forward and worshiping in his eyes, he seemed to finally see hope from the darkness, eagerly hoping that he would nod his head.

Guan Lingdao looked down at him, neither agreeing nor turning back.

When he came to the door, Ren Guanling walked out facing him.

Guan Lingdao walked up bravely, and said with a smile, "Brother, I'll tell you something, don't be angry when you hear it."

"What's the matter?" He glanced at the messy kid hiding behind him.

"It's my fault. I provoked someone outside just now, and soon there will be sects coming to make trouble. I'm afraid we can't stay here any longer." Guan Lingdao pulled the child closer to him.

The little beggar raised his head, and Ren Guanling, who was dressed in plain clothes, was in front of him. Unknowingly, he looked straight at him. Guan Lingdao pulled him, and he couldn't help grinning. He didn't know what to say. Only this mild-tempered son of the family remained.Guan Lingdao's words and deeds were careless, and he didn't have any family education. However, this young man carried a comfortable elegance in his gestures. It looked like he was raised in calligraphy and painting, and his style and temperament were completely different.

They don't look exactly alike, only the thin lips and the outline of the chin can show some traces.

Guan Lingdao succinctly recounted the previous incident, bowed his head and smiled, "I didn't tell you about this first, so I said it before I knew it. Now they are afraid that they will go back to rescue the soldiers, and they will chase after you in a few hours." come over."

After finishing speaking, he stood in front of the door, only waiting for Ren Guanling's instruction.

I thought that Ren Guanling would be angry and was ready to receive the punishment, but after waiting for a long time, Ren Guanling looked calm, without even the slightest sign of blame, as if he was thinking about something: "Whether to kill or not, from now on, our soul cultivators will decide."

Guan Lingdao smiled awkwardly: "I blurted out, I didn't think there would be any consequences."

But the little beggar couldn't help but interjected: "The matter of soul cultivation shouldn't be handled by Daoist cultivators. It should be handled by us. You are right."

Guan Lingdao's heart was heavy and he remained silent.

Ren Guanling looked down at Guan Ling and said, "Do you know what the consequences will be if you say this? You want to gather all the soul cultivators together, stand up for yourself, and fight against the Taoist cultivators?"

No, not at all.Thinking of parting ways with Ji Qingyan and meeting each other in battle, I felt an unbearable pain in my heart.

Seeing that he was silent, Ren Guanling murmured and said, "Since you have said such things, I don't want to hide some things from you. I will take you to a place."

Guan Lingdao thought that this place was nearby, so he nodded to follow, but Guan Ling didn't want to turn around and went back to the house, and asked him to go back to the room to pack his things.When he came out, the little beggar had already washed and changed into a set of clothes, but unfortunately the size was a little too big, and the sleeves were rolled up seven or eight times before his wrists were exposed, squatting happily at the door.

Guan Lingdao said casually, "How old are you this year?"

"Thirteen." The little beggar looked decent after washing his face, with a pink face, and whispered, "The clothes I wore since childhood were thrown away by others, and I have never worn such clean ones."

"Where are the parents?"

"They couldn't afford to support me, so they gave me to others, and they all died later."

"What does the Red Sandalwood Palace look like, have you seen it?" He sat down on the bluestone steps next to him.

"I have seen."

"How did you escape?"

"A soul cultivator let us go."

"What does Hunxiu look like, do you remember?"

"Remember, I can't forget even in my dreams." The little beggar said very firmly, dancing with his hands and feet, "It looks very scary, if you grab it casually, all the people in the Red Sandalwood Palace will die."

Ren Guanling had already walked out at this time, standing aside and listening quietly.

"You have never killed anyone, and the hostility in your body is caused by the Red Sandalwood Palace forcing you to suck your soul?" Guan Lingdao looked up at the extremely clear blue sky, and asked with a smile, "Answer me after you think about it."

The little beggar flinched a little, and changed his mind. Although he heard about the things in the Red Sandalwood Palace, this person may not be clear about it, so he said stiffly: "That's right, it was the Red Sandalwood Palace who persecuted me, and I never killed anyone. .”

As soon as the words fell, he was suddenly hit hard on the neck, and passed out without a sound in the arms of the person behind him.Ren Guanling hugged the child in his arms: "Let's go, and we'll question him after we go."

"Yeah." Guan Lingdao smiled, patted his clothes, stood up, and followed him without saying a word.Although the place is remote here, you can't be careless. Guan Lingdao followed him as he flew in the inaccessible mountains and forests, and said with a smile, "Brother, why do you think soul cultivators practice soul arts?"

"Some are used to being bullied and forced to do so." Ren Guanling's expression remained the same, "Some are the weak and the strong prey, and the purpose of practicing soul art is to bully the weak."

Guan Lingdao remained silent, and smiled again after a long while: "I tried everything to save him, but he was full of lies, but even so, I was saved. We really don't want others to take care of our soul cultivation's housework."

"Since you think clearly, don't worry about what others think."

Not long after, the two of them came out of the mountains and came to a flat land. An ordinary worn-out carriage was waiting on the road. Two plainly dressed middle-aged men called "Mr. Li" and opened the door respectfully. .

"Go on the road in a carriage?" Guan Lingdao was dumbfounded.How long will it take to get there?

"Well, it's not far away, and no one can tell if it's a mortal business traveler." Ren Guanling threw the little beggar into the carriage, and sat in himself, "Come on."

Guan Lingdao didn't know where Ren Guanling found these people. It seemed that everything had been arranged, but he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to bear it, so he just waited to tell him bit by bit.What plans did Ren Guanling and Lu Yesheng have? He is still in the fog, like walking in muddy water, but he can't see how deep the water is.

Guan Lingdao got into the carriage, and the curtain on the carriage fell.

Rolling on the uneven path, Guan Lingdao stretched his long legs, his eyes were half closed, and the corner of his mouth was smiling again.Ren Guanling half-supported her chin and closed her eyes, her wide sleeves were hanging down by her side, her black hair was pouring down, and she suddenly turned her head: "What are you laughing at?"

He didn't laugh at anything, seeing him sitting in front of him alive, able to move his hands and feet, he was happy.

Thinking about it, I feel a little depressed. It's good that my brother is awake, but it's a pity that the master is not around.Life has always been difficult to have both, if my brother and master are by his side, drinking tea and chatting together when I have nothing to do, how comfortable would it be?

"Brother, can you play chess?" He tried.

"Just a little bit."

Look how good it is, my brother and master can still play chess together, and he, who doesn't know how to play chess, leans next to his master to watch the two compete and serve tea and water.

"Brother, my master also loves to play chess. Someday you can meet to discuss and learn from each other." He smiled and said good things about Ji Qingyan, his voice was hoarse, and his face was covered with a blush. Is your opponent."

Seeing that he was trying so hard to win her over, Ren Guanling couldn't stand it anymore, so she nodded perfunctorily: "I'll talk about it later when I have a chance."

Talking one after another, the carriage finally stopped at the foot of a mountain as it was approaching dusk.

The distant mountains are connected to the near peaks, the sky is cool in autumn, and the leaves have turned yellow, shaking lightly in the wind.The scene was a bit bleak and ruined, Guan Lingdao got out of the car and put the little beggar on the ground to wait.He didn't know the ins and outs, and he didn't want to ask any more questions. After a while, there was a sound of wind in the mountains, and several young people who had never seen it flew over like birds from afar.

Guan Lingdao looked at the attire of these disciples, dark black clothes, hair tied high behind their heads, and thought that this attire was something he had never seen or heard before, and he didn't know which sect they belonged to.

The young man landed in front of Ren Guanling, bowed and said respectfully, "Your welcome."

He had never seen this place before, the aura was not strong, it was overgrown with weeds, and it was desolate and desolate.Guan Lingdao didn't dare to say much, and followed Ren Guanling with the little beggar in his arms. The group flew in secluded places, beat around the bush, and arrived at the bottom of an inconspicuous mountain after a while.

There is a cave here, and Guan Lingdao stopped five feet away from the entrance of the cave and felt a chill, so cold that he felt a little wary in his heart.Ren Guanling walked in slowly, and he had no choice but to bravely follow behind. The sandalwood was faintly surrounded, and torches were burning on the stone walls on both sides. When he looked closely, he saw something floating in the air.

"That's—" Guan Lingdao's throat was a little hoarse.

A small stone on the ground rolled to his feet, Guan Lingdao knelt down to pick it up, but the small stone faltered and struggled and rolled away.

"The art of wandering souls is not yet perfect, and I can't control the movement of the stone." Ren Guanling looked down at the small stone rolling away, "The soul cultivation here is still shallow, and the soul power is below you and me."

Guan Lingdao opened his lips slightly, but couldn't speak.

Looking into the bottomless cave, there seemed to be hundreds of figures moving indistinctly, Guan Lingdao felt dizzy as if in a dream.With so many soul cultivators gathered here, it seems like a sect or an army. How long has Ren Guanling been planning?