soul repair

Preliminary summary: Guan Lingdao knew that Cen Moxing had a problem, so he followed Ji Qingyan on the road, making love to each other along the way.Cen Moxing took Ji Qingyan to a remote village, talked about a family who sold their children and moved the whole family, and then took Ji Qingyan to see what happened when he was a child.

It was a bit strange to say this, but Ji Qingyan didn't ask anything, just followed him.The two left this remote village and headed north. After another two days and one night, they unknowingly approached the territory under the previous jurisdiction of the Red Sandalwood Palace.After the Red Sandalwood Palace was destroyed, no one cares about the surrounding area, and now somehow there seems to be a lot of soul cultivators. Although they dare not kill people blatantly, they are more rampant than before.

"There are tens of thousands of people in the Red Sandalwood Palace, and I don't know how many soul cultivators have been killed." Cen Moxing's expression could not be seen clearly in the night, but his voice was hoarse, as if he was suppressing some emotions, "Soul cultivators are evil in nature, so they should be killed." , now that no one cares about it, is it better or worse than before?"

Ji Qingyan felt the Supa on his sleeve move, and seemed to be angered by this sentence.

"Good and evil also depends on people. Not all soul cultivators are evil in nature, just like Yan Wu, who has a whole body of cultivation, and what he does is utterly devoid of conscience." Ji Qingyan's tone was light, "Besides, he himself It's also a soul cultivator."

"He practices soul art to subdue soul cultivators. Only by knowing himself and the enemy can he survive a hundred battles. Soul cultivators have killed countless people. If they can be used by Dao cultivators, why not?" The more Cen Moxing said, the hoarse his voice became, as if it was difficult to control his turbulent emotions.Having said that, he took a deep breath again, and said with a smile: "Of course, these are just my guesses. I just think that what Red Sandalwood Palace did may not be wrong, but brother is right, some Daoist cultivators have a dignified appearance, speak the words of a saint, and do things that both humans and gods are angry with, so it would not be a pity to kill such a person."

When it comes to "soul cultivation is used by Taoist cultivation, why not?", Supa on Ji Qingyan's sleeve moved again, and then there was no movement, and he quieted down as if dead.

The forest was deep and dark, and there was the sound of flapping wings on the branches, accompanied by a few desolate crows.Passing through the woods, there are a few ruins in front of my eyes. It looks like a courtyard, but it has already been destroyed by people. Weeds are overgrown and fallen leaves are everywhere, covering half of the stones and broken walls. It has been desolate for at least ten years. More than a year.

Cen Moxing landed in the courtyard.

"Where is this?" Ji Qingyan glanced over several skeletons on the ground.The moonlight was not too bright, and there were these things in this place. The bones were scattered on the ground, half buried in the soil, and the cold wind in late autumn rustled the dead leaves. The bones looked like they were about to jump up. It looked really eerie.

"Everyone here is dead." Cen Moxing also lowered his head to look at the bones, his voice was indifferent, "I disappeared when I was a child, and I was captured here. At that time, I was locked up in the ground every day and fed various medicines to raise me up. A kind of medicine man. They imprisoned me for two years, and I refused to take it, so they beat me and burned my body with a red-hot iron."

Cen Moxing didn't go into details about what happened, but Ji Qingyan has practiced alchemy all the year round, so he can guess that these medicines must be painful to eat, and they are three-point poisonous. Some medicines are unbearable pain, and some cause skin ulcers, which is indispensable To suffer a lot of grievances.

Ji Qingyan lowered his head and didn't say a word, and asked for a long time: "Who are they and why do they do this?"

Cen Moxing smiled but wasn't smiling. "They are soul cultivators, the first soul cultivators that appeared in the Southern and Northern Dynasties." He turned his face to look at Ji Qingyan, his eyes were as deep as ink, "I mix my blood with other medicines, if you put a little bit on it, sooner or later you will change your body." Become a stiff walking puppet."

Ji Qingyan narrowed his eyes.

"Now do you know why I hate soul cultivators?" A strange smile appeared on Cen Moxing's face, as if he had said something he had been holding back for a long time. He looked calm, but there was an unspeakable sadness from the depths and anger comes.

"Who saved you?" Ji Qingyan's throat tightened, "The matter that the disciples of the Red Sandalwood Palace became puppets has anything to do with you?"

Cen Moxing looked up at the black shadows of the mountains in the distance: "Who saved me, my brother can't guess? In short, it wasn't the Cen family who saved me."

Ji Qingyan's eyelashes moved slightly, and he said with difficulty: "It's not that the Cen family doesn't want to save you, they can't find you."

Cen Moxing sneered contemptuously, his black wide sleeves fluttering in the wind: "I thought the Cen family couldn't find me back then, but I realized later that I was really too naive."

This sentence again bears a lot of resentment, his face is cold and expressionless, as if even if he kills his closest relatives at this time, he will not be moved, and his heart has become a barren and bleak place.Ji Qingyan looked down at the cemetery-like courtyard: "Do you believe everything Yan Wu told you?"

Cen Moxing suddenly narrowed his eyes, the lines on his face were cold and hard, and words like ice cubes popped out of his mouth one by one: "He saved me from these people, and he started to study how to kill souls and get close to me because of me. Train me and treat me as a personal disciple. What I learned from him, even the purple-clothed altar master and the yellow-clothed altar master have never heard of it, do you think I believe him?"

Ji Qingyan silently looked at the two severed fingers on his hand.

The altar master in black, Yan Wu's closest and most cherished disciple, a mysterious figure in the Red Sandalwood Palace that almost no one in the Southern and Northern Dynasties had ever seen, turned out to be the future head of the Cen family, Cen Moxing, one of the four sons of the Southern and Northern Dynasties.

Cen Moxing forced himself to calm down, but at this time he no longer had a smile on his face, and lowered his voice and said: "Ji Qingyan, you should never have killed my master, you shouldn't have killed my master. The house is ruined."

"The Cen family is your home, the Red Sandalwood Palace is not your home." Ji Qingyan's voice was slightly hoarse.

"The Cen family is your home." Cen Moxing lowered his eyes, indifferent, "I am just a child born in a remote village. His biological parents gave him away for ten spirit stones. There is only one family in me, which is Rosewood Palace."

After finishing speaking, his tone gradually slowed down: "Ji Qingyan, you and I can't finish talking about our grievances, but there is no need to continue talking. From now on, you will stay by my side obediently and be my dog ​​who kills the soul cultivator. Watch how I treat your loved ones."

Ji Qingyan stood motionless on the spot.

Cen Moxing stretched his hand towards him, his fingertips stained with blood, and gradually approached: "Master's greatest wish in this life is to go to the Shangqing Palace. Now that he is gone, I will help him fulfill this wish no matter what. You destroyed the Red Sandalwood Palace. , now I want you to see with your own eyes how I turned the Shangqing Palace into a purgatory on earth."

The voice was mournful, but there was a smile on the corner of the mouth, and the fingertips were about to caress Ji Qingyan's face.

Ji Qingyan took a step back.

Cen Moxing squinted his eyes tightly when his finger was missing, but when he looked closely, he saw a plain white thing protruding from Ji Qingyan's sleeve, and Ji Qingyan's wrist was pulled back tightly.Ji Qingyan grasped the white handkerchief in his palm, and said in a low voice: "I'm fine."

These words were not addressed to him, but seemed to be addressed to a third person. Cen Moxing suddenly felt that something was wrong, looked at Ji Qingyan half-green and half-white, and immediately sank.He looked around, turned around decisively, left the dilapidated courtyard and flew towards the distance.Turning his head and looking back, Ji Qingyan followed him far away, not in a hurry, not in a hurry, not pressing on, but not too far away.Cen Moxing flew for a long time without seeing anyone else, his eyes narrowed slightly, he stopped and waited for Ji Qingyan to approach him.

"You drank my blood, you should listen to me at this time."

It was time to drink, but someone stopped him from drinking, so he secretly forced him out after drinking.Ji Qingyan approached him slowly: "Let's go, follow me back to Cen's house, and explain everything clearly."

"You already knew that I was the altar master in black?"

"When the Black Clothes Tan attacked the Red Sandalwood Palace, the head of the Qi family only saw his back, but he hurt his hand when he chased." Ji Qingyan looked at his two severed fingers, "In order to cover up the scars, you put two All fingers were cut off."

Cen Moxing closed his eyes and smiled, his face gradually softened and indifferent: "No one has seen my face, your words are empty, and no one will believe you."

"Back then, Hua Caixing's younger brother and the four soul-slayers were all killed by Daoist cultivators. We have been tracking this person for many years. I remember that you should have been near them at the time, but you have never thought about it. So Did you kill them all?"

Cen Moxing kept silent.No answer is the default.

"Yan Wu's mind is deep and unpredictable. You were imprisoned in that courtyard for two years, and you were given medicine day and night, but Yan Wu rescued you later. Don't you think it's just a coincidence?"

"Nonsense!" Cen Moxing's voice became stern, "Your Cen family is so shameless to me. My master rescued me from the den of wolves and tigers. How dare you say it was a coincidence? Master's kindness to me is heavenly." Ri Zhaozhao, all my cultivation was taught by him personally, and has nothing to do with your Cen family!"

One mouthful of "Your Cen's family" and "My master", who is it clear in his heart, Cen Moxing is not only a member of the Red Sandalwood Palace, but also Yan Wu's parent and son, who studies and kills soul cultivators and turns his disciples into puppets. Nothing to do with him.

Even if he was a child bought by the Cen family, at least he was brought up. What kind of enmity does he have with the Cen family?

Cen Moxing smiled lowly: "You said that Master is not good to me, do you know that Master gave me two raindrops that he got a long time ago? What I can't even get purple clothes and yellow clothes, Master gave me Two, let me get 14 years of cultivation for no reason."

Ji Qingyan's eyelids suddenly moved again.Raindrops!

"Which master have you ever seen treat an apprentice like this?" His voice suddenly rose, and he clenched his fists tightly, "Master's kindness to me, your Cen family can't do even a single bit in 1 years. Master said I was his most My close disciple, like his son, will ascend to the Immortal Realm with me in the future. You Cen family, you, which one is so kind to me!"

Before he finished speaking, the expression on his face was already impassioned, a black soft belt appeared in his hand, like a snake swimming in the night, and the wind and lightning flew towards him!

Ji Qingyan's face darkened slightly, and he gently twisted the white chess piece with his right hand.

The white fragments fluttered in the air, colliding with the black soft belt, clanking and thunder flashing, reflecting the dark woods like daytime.

One is the proud son of heaven with different talents, and the other is Yan Wuchuan who has obtained 14 years of cultivation base out of thin air.There was a rumbling wind in the forest, and there were only a few lights and shadows going back and forth. Although it could not be said that the sky was falling apart, the sound of trees and rocks breaking was non-stop, and the wind was strong. It was difficult to tell the winner for a while.

Supa stayed in the air for more than an hour, watching anxiously.Ji Qingyan's cultivation level is comparable to his, and if he continues to fight like this for a few days and nights, he may not win, maybe he will be plotted against by Cen Moxing.

He only hated himself for being such a useless body now, scratching his ears and cheeks anxiously, suddenly, his mind moved.

The consciousness left Supa and flew towards Cen Moxing, grabbing his soul lightly.

Among the outsiders, the Supa fell lightly to the ground, and then Cen Moxing yelled sharply for no reason. The black soft belt was a little slower, and a dozen white flakes of snow passed by, all hitting Cen Moxing's body.

He turned over and fell to the ground, bleeding all over his body, sat silently, gritted his teeth in embarrassment: "Shameless, let a soul cultivator help you plot against people, your plan Qingyan is really disgusting!"

Na Supa slowly flew up from the ground, carefully landed on Ji Qingyan's shoulder, motionless, with his head hanging down as if he was afraid of being scolded.