soul repair

A white light flew out of Ji Qingyan's sleeve, and hit Cen Moxing's chin impartially. Then he approached and stuffed a dark red object into Cen Moxing's mouth.Cen Moxing's shoulders shook slightly, his head drooped, blood was dripping from the corner of his mouth, and he slowly fell to the ground as if fainted.

Seeing this, Supa flew down on his face to pick his eyelids, just after a few times, Ji Qingyan bent down and picked it up.

"Not dead, just unconscious."

After saying this sentence, Ji Qingyan looked down at Na Supa: "Don't do this kind of thing in the future."

Whether it's soul-attracting or soul-eating, you have to wait for the other party to fall asleep or meditate before applying it, otherwise it's very easy to backfire and get injured.Guan Lingdao, relying on his strong soul power, dared to scratch Cen Moxing when he was awake, it was really daring.

Supa nodded again and again, and bowed to his palm.

How could the master be willing to punish him? It's just to say, no matter how severe it is, it's nothing more than facing the wall and thinking about the past.It flew to Ji Qingyan's shoulder, rolled and crawled against it, and the corner of the handkerchief rubbed against his neck.

Cen Moxing was lying on the ground like a corpse, and Ji Qingyan burned a piece of Huoyang paper, and meditated by the nearby stream.

The night was getting darker, the cold wind was blowing through the heart, Su Pa nestled in his arms to keep warm, Ji Qingyan gently touched the corner of Pa, and suddenly said: "Although he was the son of the head of the family when he was young, he was not arrogant or arrogant. proud."

Guan Lingdao didn't dare to say anything, but just listened.

"I never met my father, and I've heard he was a very nice man."

Guan Lingdao had never heard him talk about his childhood, Cen Fuqiu was so cruel and ruthless to him, but Ji Qingyan was still thinking about Cen's family, thinking about it makes people angry.He didn't want to quarrel with Cen Yuqiu, presumably because of the dead Cen Luoqiu.Once the Cen family lived up to the Cen family in this life, this is probably what Ji Qingyan thought in his heart.

"He is naturally fragrant. I remember that the puppy at home likes to lick him. When he was three or four years old and could walk and crawl, he cried from time to time and begged me to drive the dog away."

Both of them are in the body of incense, but the puppy likes Cen Moxing and is afraid of Ji Qingyan, which is why Cen Moxing's dependence on him comes from.

His temperament was originally good, but unfortunately he changed when he was taken away, even the best temperament became paranoid.This kind of thing is not uncommon. The stone knocking sound mentioned a case before. There was a son of a famous family who had been tortured for several years. I have to like killing and bloodthirsty, and it is difficult to return to the previous days.

Cen Moxing's appearance is still the same, but he has already become another person in his heart.

Supa shrank in his arms.

Ji Qingyan was originally ruthless, and the only bit of emotion he left was left to the Cen family.

The reason why he left Cen's house back then was that besides being kicked out, was it also difficult for him to face the loss of Cen Moxing?

"Lingdao, do you find it annoying that I tell you these things?" Ji Qingyan asked suddenly.

Supa shook his head.If Ji Qingyan wants to say something, he will listen carefully.Master didn't like to be close to people since he was a child, but now he is willing to be close to him, of course he couldn't wish for it.

Fingers slowly stroking along the corner of the pa: "I lived well in Shangqing Palace, as fresh as clear water, until you came to me that day. Do you know what you did when you first saw me?"

Isn't it just entering the palace to pay a visit, what else did you do?

An indescribable expression appeared on Ji Qingyan's face, he wanted to say something, but he hesitated to speak when the words came to his lips.Seeing that he didn't say anything, Supa gently pulled his finger with the corner of Pa, and Ji Qingyan said: "Go and ask Gu Zhui."

After finishing speaking, he held Supa in his hand.

Guan Lingdao became more and more enlightened.What did he do at that time, Ji Qingyan couldn't say it himself, and he still wanted to ask Song Guzhui?The more Ji Qingyan didn't say anything, the more he wanted to know, and continued to gently pull his finger with the handkerchief, but Ji Qingyan pressed him in the palm of his hand, said "sleep", closed his eyes and meditated, and didn't ask any more questions. .

Eh?Don't care about lifting people's appetite?What did he do that day, but he didn't remember what he did. Instead, he took off his pants the first time he met Master.

At dawn, several Shangqing Palace disciples who had stayed behind in the Red Sandalwood Palace walked over from the forest.Ji Qingyan put Supa away and stood in the morning mist: "Something happened to Cen Moxing, go to Cen's house."

It was late at night more than ten days later when I sent Cen Moxing back to Cen's house.Qingyi received Ji Qingyan's letter a long time ago, and a group of people came out to respond, others were not surprised, but Cen Fuqiu got the news somehow, and brought his disciples to wait at the gate of the mountain.

"Homeowner."

Ji Qingyan asked his disciples to carry the unconscious Cen Moxing up.Cen Fuqiu's face was only about forty years old, but today he looked more than ten years older, and he was even more desolate than usual.He looked down at Cen Moxing's pale face without saying a word, he couldn't see what mood he was in, and others couldn't figure out what was going on in his mind, they all stood still.

Cen Moxing is the master of the altar in black, this is just Ji Qingyan's one-sided statement, and there is no real evidence.As long as Cen Fuqiu still admits that Cen Moxing is the Cen family, his status will not change, and he will still be the future head of the Cen family.

"Is he from the Red Sandalwood Palace?" After a while, Cen Fuqiu asked.

"Yan Wudao's personal biography, like a father and son."

The four words "love with father and son" should be the most hurtful, Cen Fuqiu's eyes moved, and he told the disciples beside him: "Take him down, and lock him up on Lianjing Mountain for now."

Locked up, this is suspicious, at least not as trusting him as before.Cen Fuqiu's appearance was too calm, and he easily lost his trust in Cen Moxing.From this point of view, when Cen Moxing said that he was not Cen Fuqiu's biological son, his words were not necessarily based on his imagination and groundless rumors.

"Patriarch, please take a step to speak." The disciples carried Cen Moxing into the mountain. Everyone in the Shangqing Palace had already been ordered to evict guests. It was inappropriate to follow in. Ji Qingyan called out behind Cen Fuqiu.

Cen Fuqiu stood with his back facing him, and turned his head for a long time: "You guys come in and stay for a few days, but Cen's family is busy recently, I'm afraid I can't greet you well." After he finished speaking, he flew towards the back mountain, Ji Qingyan's gaze With a slight movement, he left everyone behind and followed closely.

Cen’s house has two long ditches, east and west, about a hundred miles long, surrounded by mountains and rising from the ground. The long ditch meets at the northernmost point. It is a lake tens of feet long and wide. It is usually light blue and clear. Through the bottom.Ji Qingyan followed Cen Fuqiu to fly across the lake and turned to the back mountain. His eyes suddenly opened up, and he went up the bluestone steps. Copper stoves were placed every few feet on the left and right, and the green smoke curled up.Cen Fuqiu stopped using the Wind Control Technique, and went up the steps step by step. Ji Qingyan also followed him after five steps, and reached the top of the mountain. There were eight towering ginkgo trees on both sides. At the end of the Qingshi Road It is a ancestral temple-like house, simple and old, with a history of at least a thousand years.

The two disciples in Tsing Yi were sweeping the fallen leaves on the bluestone ground with their heads down, when they saw Cen Fuqiu bringing a stranger over, they immediately stopped and stood with their heads down.

"You guys go down." Cen Fuqiu pushed the door open, the ancient woody fragrance came up, the light and shadow flowed, and rows of spiritual seats stood in front of him, half in the shadow, and half in the light to reveal the base.

Ji Qingyan was standing at the door at this time, Cen Fuqiu smiled: "You are my elder brother's son, the Cen family is where you were born and raised, why bother standing at the door and not coming in?"

Ji Qingyan looked down at the ground and said nothing, Cen Fuqiu said again: "Come in, you didn't feel any resentment in my heart for the way I treated you before, which shows that your temperament is not bad." After speaking, he looked into the corner An extremely inconspicuous blank little spirit seat: "I have a hurdle in my heart, and I can't get over it for many years, but that incident is not your fault after all."

Guan Lingdao was hiding in his sleeves, and suddenly felt that Ji Qingyan's hands had become cold in his sleeves, and his body was stiff and motionless, as if he had been hit by a boulder.It couldn't help sticking its head out, seeing clearly that it was in the ancestral hall, followed Ji Qingyan's gaze, and saw Cen Fuqiu's hand gently wiping, a line of words appeared on the blank little spirit seat.

[Cen v. Qiu's son Cen Moxing's spiritual position]

Guan Lingdao felt as if a basin of cold water had been poured into his heart. He knew that he had seen something extraordinary, so he quickly hid it in his sleeves.

"The real Moxing is dead?" Ji Qingyan's voice was hoarse.

Cen Fuqiu looked up at the spiritual tablet in the corner, his eyes were far away, but he didn't seem to hear his words, and he said to himself: "Once I die, there is only this wooden sign left. Since I was I left you behind, so naturally I should be tortured, so what does it have to do with others?"

"How did Mo Xing die?" Ji Qingyan's hands trembled slightly in his sleeves.

Cen Fuqiu unhurriedly put the tablet back to its original place, and let the line of words appear in the mourning hall openly: "You didn't kill it by accident, you don't need to be afraid." He stared at the tablet: "Mo Xing died before he was two years old, what you saw when you were young was not the real Mo Xing, but a child I bought from outside."

What Cen Moxing said was actually true!

"It's been many years, and it's meaningless to hide it. When you were born, you looked very good, and your bones are rare in a thousand years. My brother loves you very much. Before you were two years old, you were pointed out as the future head of the Cen family. At that time, I also gave birth to a son, who was only less than one year younger than you, and his appearance was rare. You play together all day, and the family says that this is really the favor of the ancestors. In the future, these two brothers will definitely let go Brilliant."

But that's when things took a turn for the worse.

After the reputation of the two brothers of the Cen family spread, one day Cen told Qiu that his elder brother was killed for no reason when he went out. Not long after, the Cen family infiltrated spies for some reason and inquired about the circumstances of the birth of the two brothers, and asked who they were. Who exudes fragrance in the body.The Cen family sensed that something was wrong, and immediately arrested the spy and tortured him. Unexpectedly, an accident happened that night, and someone forcibly entered the Cen family's Jingshan Valley.

The Cen family rushed to meet the enemy, but it's a pity that they don't know who is coming, their cultivation is unpredictable, they don't kill anyone, and they don't know what their purpose is.The Cen family invited the treasures handed down from their ancestors to fight with all their strength in Jingshangou. Fortunately, this person seemed to be physically injured and had not recovered. After the fierce battle, he was finally forced to leave. When he returned, he found that Cen Fuqiu was covered in blood. Sitting bloody on the ground, the two-year-old child beside him looked at him motionlessly, but he was holding a lifeless baby in his arms.

Before he left, he still killed one, but the one who died was not Ji Qingyan, who really diffused the incense, but Cen Moxing, the biological son of Cen Yuqiu.Cen Fuqiu never said what happened at that time, how Cen Moxing died and why Ji Qingyan survived, no one knows until now.

Guan Lingdao listened on his sleeve, but felt that Ji Qingyan's hand was cold and trembling slightly, and couldn't help but feel sorry for him, and moved it up to wrap him slowly.

"Back then, no one paid attention to who was distributing the incense. It was also because the two brothers had different talents. It sounded good to hear about it. At that time, you played together all day long, and even the waiters didn't know who was distributing the incense. The spies know that only one of you diffuses the fragrance." Cen Fuqiu frowned slightly, "At that time, Mo Xing died, and the Cen family absolutely did not want to lose you again, so they used medicine to suppress the fragrance in your body, and bought one from outside. A child with a good foundation, pretending to be Mo Xing, planted incense on his body."

At this moment, Guan Lingdao had a huge wave in his heart.No wonder Cen Moxing's hatred for the Cen family is overwhelming. If he knew that he was bought to be a scapegoat, wouldn't he be grateful?