soul repair

San Chen and Hua Luochun are about the same age, and neither can be regarded as a decent person, but San Chen pretends to be in front of outsiders after all, and on occasions he acts like an immortal master in charge of a landscape, while Hua Luochun is Not even that.

"Stay away from me, or I'll kill you." If eyes could speak, Guan Lingdao felt that this was what Hua Luochun meant.

The man was dressed in plain white clothes of the Hua family, and sat back on a grand teacher's chair, looking at Guan Lingdao with a little anger.Suddenly he retracted his five fingers, Guan Lingdao let out a muffled groan from the pain, and put a small white ring on his ankle.This is Hua Luochun's pin core ring used to catch people. The small ring is connected to the caster by an invisible silk thread, and no matter what, he can't escape Hua Luochun's side.

"What does Patriarch Hua want me to do?" He took a deep breath, "Use soul magic?" He couldn't figure out how Ren Guan Ling offended Hua Luochun, but he must have made the man in front of him very angry.

Brother repays his debts, and now even he wants to strangle Ren Guanling to death.

Hua Luochun pulled out a scroll from his sleeve, and opened it carefully. Inside was the most common study room, with paintings of bookcases, desks, four treasures of the study, and a handsome young man holding a pen with his eyes down.The window at the back was open, and the spring was in full bloom, with pink peach blossoms flying, revealing the green hills and two stone statues of Taoist priests in the distance.

This is Qian Shangqing's painting, which he saw in the hut of Huacaihang.

Guan Lingdao hoarse his voice slightly: "Patriarch Hua, why show me this?"

"You were captured by the Red Sandalwood Palace before. He pretended to be Huacaixing and didn't know what he did to the painting. He turned around and told me that the lifespan of the painting had come to an end, and the soul inside would also perish. I was caught by what he said at the time, so I asked him what to do. He said that there is an ancient book in the Red Sandalwood Palace, which was written by a painting repairer more than 600 years ago. .”

Tens of years ago, the sect that this painting repair belonged to offended the Red Sandalwood Palace because of a manslaughter, and presented many elixir, spiritual tools and art books, among which was the ancient book written by this painting repair.This period of history is very clear to Hua Luochun. Unfortunately, this sect is next to the Hua family. The Hua family complied with the covenant made by the Northern and Southern Dynasties Jiutian Mountain, and had to help coordinate with it.

At that time, Yan Wuche personally asked for this painting, Hua Luochun vaguely felt that Yan Wuche completely took him for a fool.

There is a problem with this matter, what if this sect did not offend Red Sandalwood Palace at all, but was framed by someone?The meaning of drunkenness is not wine, Yan Wu's real purpose, could it be this ancient book?

In any case, Red Sandalwood Palace and Yan Wushi must die.

Attacking the Red Sandalwood Palace was not only because of Yan Wu's death, but also because of the ancient book that he couldn't ask for.

"I searched all over the Red Sandalwood Palace and couldn't find that book, did he take it away?" Hua Luochun's voice was as cold as ice, "There is no movement in the painting now."

Guan Lingdao saw that his eyes were red, his hair was disheveled, and even his sagging beard had grown by half an inch. For some reason, he felt pitiful for the tumultuous man in front of him.The reason why he is anxious, the reason why he wants to kill people, is not because of some kind of immortality, but because the people in the painting have no movement.

Whether it is life or death, whether he is still alive, even if his cultivation is unparalleled in the world, so what?No matter how high the cultivation base is, it is worthless now.

"Patriarch Hua wants me to go in and have a look?" Guan Lingdao frowned, "Patriarch Hua has eight soul listeners, any one of them can go in."

"They can't get in." Hua Luochun sneered, "People who listen to the soul seem to have high or low soul power. This painting has been banned many years ago, unless the people in the painting are pulling it, the soul power is not high No one can get in no matter what."

That's right, the reason Hua Luochun was able to get in was because the people in the painting were willing to let him in.

"I'll give it a try." Beads of sweat oozed from Guan Lingdao's forehead.The reason why he is still alive is only because Hua Luochun wants to see if he can enter the painting.If he can't, what is the value to Hua Luochun?

He has always known that his soul power is extraordinary, but even eight soul listeners can't get in. Can he break the restriction set by the person in the painting?

"Try now." Hua Luochun stood up.

"Uh... this, this won't work." Guan Lingdao laughed hurriedly.

Try it now, if you can't get into the painting, don't you have to die immediately? !

Thinking of him, he became more and more anxious, cleared his throat, and made a fuss about it: "Patriarch Hua doesn't know, the soul power of our soul cultivators is the strongest at midnight, before we have to eat and drink well, sleep well I feel good, and then I can work for Patriarch Hua. If I don’t eat well, drink badly, or feel sallow and thin, then it will be a bad thing.” He glanced at Huacaihang as he said, “The dude locked me in the horse shop last night. They didn’t give me anything to eat, and they beat me badly, and I still can’t recover.”

Hua Caixing was so angry that he smiled.Just the wound on the leg that is less than half a finger long and half an inch deep, is it also called a life-threatening serious injury?

Hua Luochun stared at him silently for a long time, then slowly put away the painting in his hand: "At midnight tonight, you come here to see me."

Guan Lingdao nodded, the expression on his face suddenly relaxed, the cold sweat poured out, he turned around and wanted to follow Ji Qingyan.As soon as he lifted his foot, the ankle suddenly tightened, and the pain seemed to be severed.He bit his lip with a pale face, obediently stopped and did not dare to take another half step, Hua Luochun behind him said leisurely: "Today he can do whatever he wants to eat, prepare a good room for him, let him sleep enough, plan The palace master might as well be by his side."

Guan Lingdao turned around with a smile: "Thank you, Patriarch Hua."

"If you can help me with things, not only Ji Qingyan will protect you, but I will also protect you." Hua Luochun's eyes are as cold as stars, "If not, today's meal will be your last meal."

Guan Lingdao lowered his head and walked out without saying a word, but when he turned around, he saw Ji Qingyan standing still: "Master?"

"You go out first, I have something to tell Patriarch Hua." Ji Qingyan didn't look back.

Guan Lingdao frowned and said, "Master, you and I haven't spoken for a long time—"

"Go, I'll look for you later." Ji Qingyan's voice slowed down a bit.

"Yeah." Feeling uneasy, Guan Lingdao walked out without saying a word.

Ji Qingyan clenched his teeth tightly, his back was straight, and his jaw was very stiff: "Patriarch Wang Hua thinks twice before acting, Ling Dao is not only my apprentice, but also a person who worshiped his ancestors and joined Cen's family. If he dies in Hua family, I am afraid that the Shangqing Palace and the Cen family will not be able to let it go."

Hua Caixing didn't expect him to reveal his life experience, let alone threaten Hua Luochun, he hurriedly said: "Brother Ji——"

Hua Luochun sneered: "If he's useless, he's just a soul cultivator who can kill everyone."

There was no sound at all in the room, it was very quiet.

Ji Qingyan's gaze sank and became colder and colder, and his fists were gradually clenched in his sleeves.For some reason, there was a sudden chill in the room. It wasn't the cold outside in late autumn, but it was like the cold coming from the bones, which made people shiver uncontrollably.Seeing that things were getting worse, Hua Caixing hurriedly smoothed things over and said, "Brother Ji, you might as well wait until Guan Lingdao has tried it tonight before making a decision."

"Lingdao is my only apprentice, Patriarch Hua, think twice."

Ji Qingyan looked at Hua Luochun coldly, Hua Luochun didn't move, but he was shocked by Huacaixing, closed the door without a word and left.

"Patriarch, do you really want Guan Lingdao's life?" Hua Caixing stood beside him and said in a low voice, "Cen Fuqiu heard news a few days ago that Ji Qingyan was the son of his brother who was lost many years ago, There was news that he was going to retreat, and judging from the meaning, it seems that he wanted to hand over the Cen family to Ji Qingyan."

No matter how hard Ji Qingyan tried to do it, he couldn't make Shangqing Palace and Cen's family condemn Hua's family for their personal murderous soul cultivation. He was just afraid of one thing.

Hua Caixing said softly: "I'm just afraid that Ji Qingyan is willing to let the Patriarch give him to Guan Lingdao—"

killed.

If Ji Qingyan died in the hands of Hua Luochun, it would be hard to say.Ji Qingyan's status in Shangqing Palace and Cen's family is not normal, if Hua Luochun is killed for no reason, Sanchen will definitely take revenge first, not to mention others.San Chen and Hua Luochun's cultivation level are comparable, if you really put all your strength against the Hua family, it's hard to say who will win and who will lose.At this time, if the Cen family also came to meddle, and the Hua family was under attack, they might really follow in the footsteps of the Red Sandalwood Palace's demise.

They all just want to act according to their own will, does anyone care about their lives?

"I have my own measure." Hua Luochun said.

"……Yes."

Is it?Really measured?

Ji Qingyan was good at chess, when there was a disparity in strength, he would burn all stones, dragging a group of funerals along with him.Hua Luochun is not afraid of death, but others may not be afraid of death. At that time, they don't know how much blood will be shed in the Southern and Northern Dynasties, and how many ghosts of resentment will be born.

Pushing people into a corner will inevitably force them to fight with their backs, and this has been the case since ancient times.If you don't let him live, does he still have the mind to care about other people's lives?

"You go out." Hua Luochun sat down quietly, cross-legged, with the painting scroll on her lap.

Huacaixing sighed inwardly, and when he reached the door, he turned his head and glanced. His figure was lonely, like a candle burning alone in a quiet night.He is Hua Luochun's adopted son, but he has never called his father since he was a child, and he dare not get close to Hua Luochun.Hua Luochun usually doesn't like to smile, but when the people in this painting talk to him, their eyebrows are raised slightly, their faces are radiant, even if they show disdain, their complexions are rare and comfortable.

How many years has this painting been with him, more than 200 years?

Hua Luochun will not die if the painting is not dead. If the painting is dead, the road to immortality is long, and he must be lonely and sad walking alone.Why bother?People say that once the sea was too difficult for water, if you want to become a fairy, you should cut off your emotions and desires. This is true for Ji Qingyan, and it is also true for Hua Luochun.

"Sure enough, it's good to complain. This bed is much more comfortable than sleeping last night." Guan Lingdao smiled and pulled Ji Qingyan onto the bed, "Master, what did you say to Patriarch Hua just now?"

"I didn't say anything." Ji Qingyan leaned his back against the head of the bed.

nonsense.Guan Lingdao looked at him fixedly.This master is very defensive, he must be threatening that bastard Hua Luochun, whoever dares to bully his apprentice will lead to death.

"What are you looking at?"

Guan Lingdao's heart felt hot, and he smiled: "It's nothing."

"Are you sure about tonight?"

No, not at all sure.Leaving aside the cultivation level of the person in the painting, it is naturally unpredictable to be able to block the souls of the eight listeners.What did Ren Guanling do, or something happened inside, so that he didn't move at all?

"It's okay. Just do your best." Ji Qingyan put his head down on his lap, "Go to sleep, I'm afraid I'm busy tonight."

Guan Lingdao leaned on his waist obediently, and said quietly: "Master, Hua Luochun has been with that painting for more than 200 years, and the people in that painting have introduced Hua Luochun in recent years. What do you mean?"

"I don't know, what do you say?"

"I think the people in that painting must also be reluctant to part with Hua Luochun." Guan Lingdao grabbed Ji Qingyan's hand, "Leading him into the painting will definitely consume the aura of the painting. The people in the painting are afraid that the aura will be exhausted. I refused to let him in, and stayed with him for more than 200 years. It is a pity that in recent years, when the oil is exhausted, the people in the painting know that there is not much to come, and miss him so much that they finally introduce him into the painting...for Just to have fun with him, to have fun with him a few times before he dies."

Ji Qingyan didn't say a word, for a long time, he lowered his head to hold his lips.

"If it were me, I'm afraid I would want to do the same." Guan Lingdao said.

Ten fingers intertwined, tongue slowly pushed in, Guan Lingdao closed his eyes and sucked it in.The fragrance infiltrated into the mouth with a slight coolness, gentle and gentle without feeling oppressive, the kiss deepened more and more.

"Master..." The slippery tongue licked his neck, and Guan Lingdao was a little dizzy.

If he is about to die, he must hook Ji Qingyan to do it a few more times, just not to feel regretful, so as not to become a resentful evil spirit in time, adding more sins to the world.

The master was kind to him, and he might not be able to repay him in this life, so he could only promise him with his body.He is young, good-looking, in good shape, and his personality is so pleasing to Master, no matter how you look at it, he is the material for a personal favor.The red mark under his left eye flickered, he gently pulled Ji Qingyan's hand into his clothes, rested on his waist, his breathing became a little rough: "Master, touch me."

Just touch it once, and after touching it, you will definitely love it.

"Don't mess around." Ji Qingyan's voice was a little hoarse, and he gently rubbed his belly button with his fingers.

"Master, I miss you so much these days." Guan Lingdao knelt in front of Ji Qingyan, his clothes were disheveled, revealing his smooth waist and two lines hidden under the loose pants.

"Tell me not to mess around." Fingers slid down his waist, stroking gently through the thin underwear like a gu.

"Master, you told me not to mess around, but your hands couldn't stop—"

Before the words fell, Ji Qingyan had already pulled away his hand, and lowered his head in embarrassment.Guan Lingdao looked at him in a daze, wiped his face suddenly, and said in a hoarse voice: "Since Master doesn't want it, I'll go to sleep first, go to sleep...I have things to do tonight..."

If the master doesn't want it, he naturally can't force it, at most he can do it himself.This situation is really not the time to think about such things...

He lay down on the bed, face down, and after a while, there was a slight disordered breathing under the quilt.Suddenly there was a slight chill around him, the quilt was lifted, his waist was hugged and he couldn't move, and a hand came from behind to the front.Guan Lingdao gasped and moaned softly, breathing more and more heavily: "Master—"

Panting roughly, he turned over and raised his body: "Master, you come, you come. I am good at the top or the bottom."

Ji Qingyan bent down, breathing more disorderly than usual, licking his tongue gently on his ear, his voice hoarse: "Shout out when it hurts."