soul repair

The young man was chatting and laughing with the man in white on the grass less than three feet away. His words and actions were the same as three days ago. Guan Lingdao frowned and watched for a long time. Seeing that they were about to do something unspeakable again, he hurried away up.He walked slowly along the mountain road full of suspicion, but apart from these two people, he couldn't even see half of the other people.Unknowingly, he came to the Library Pavilion again, walked to the rows of books and lowered his head to look carefully. The books that had been placed randomly when he left before had returned to their original places, as if they had never been touched by anyone.He said to himself: "This place, back and forth is only these three days."

Once three days arrive, everything will return to the original state, and the cycle will start again.

The people in the painting have lived in such a place for hundreds of years, trapped in the repeated past events.If it wasn't for Hualuochun, the person in this painting would have gone crazy too, right?

Hua Caixing said that the person in the painting saved Hua Luochun back then, but over the years, did he save Hua Luochun, or Hua Luochun saved him?

Guan Lingdao walked to the edge of the endless black void in Zangshu Pavilion. There were three marks he had drawn on the bluestone floor under his feet. He squatted down with a heavy heart and made rough gestures with his fingers, frowning in puzzlement.

The edge of the ground disappeared, and it was about two inches shorter than it was three days ago.If this goes on like this, the Library Pavilion will disappear in a few months.

Where did the people in the painting go?Also, in such a big place, why can't he see anyone except the erotic palace?Could it be that he is really a pervert who can only see the erotic palace he wants to see?

Wait, but how can the old man preach and thousands of disciples listen to the lecture?

Could it be because the boy happened to be overlooking the sermon field from above when he was fighting the bald eagle?

His heart moved slightly, and he paced back and forth slowly on the bluestone floor.Thinking about it carefully, it seemed that he could only see what the young man heard and saw.

What's going on here?

There are some things that I dare not think about carefully, and the more I think about them, the more frightening I feel.

Guan Lingdao sat down silently in the corner, gently touching his chin.Things are not going well now, not only is the world in the painting about to disappear, he can't even see the shadow of the person in the painting, so going out and saying that is bound to be courting death.Hua Luochun has killed countless people for hundreds of years, and he is not as careful as Ji Qingyan. If he doesn't have a good countermeasure, Master Xiangxiang will cry with his corpse in his arms.

I don't know if the master has a deep affection for him. If he dies, will the master miss him?

Guan Lingdao flipped through the book in a dispirited manner, and said softly to himself: "Patriarch Hua, your man is too afraid of you, if he really wants to see you, why didn't he show his face at all costs? "

Leaving the Zangshu Pavilion and flying around in the mountains, although people can't see it, the historical sites of the former Shangqing are everywhere.The courtyards and pavilions of that year have long been turned into ruins. He watched silently, and couldn't help but recall the carefree year in the Shangqing Palace.

Today and night are different than in the past. At that time, all he worried about every day was fighting with Junmo, coaxing the flowers and plants to listen to him, and worrying that Ji Qingyan would see through him from time to time.

It's getting more and more complicated these days.

His thoughts became more and more confused, and before he knew it, it was getting dark again. Guan Lingdao randomly found a big tree to lean against, and with a heavy heart, he took out the black short blade hanging from his waist.

The coldness came from the short blade against the skin, and from time to time I heard the shrill cry of the soul inside.This is a horcrux gathered by souls full of hatred. They forget who they are and the past, but they can't forget their hatred. just as painful.

This short blade wants to kill, sometimes even he can't control himself.

He usually laughs off everything, but he didn't mention this short blade to Ji Qingyan. Even in front of his master, he still has secrets that he doesn't want to tell.

Guan Lingdao closed his eyes in confusion, and soon his consciousness became a little unclear. He quarreled with his teacher for a while, and hummed a ditty while hooking Ji Qingyan's shoulder, and then Ji Qingyan somehow turned into a man in white. Sitting by the lake, he lectured him.All of a sudden, there was darkness in front of his eyes, and all the noises disappeared, only a man's voice with a different tone said in his ear: "I would like to turn into the hostility between heaven and earth, and I only hope that you will be infinitely happy in the next life."

He was startled.What's the meaning?Who wants to become hostile?Did he have a bad life in his previous life?

Everything is quiet, the surrounding darkness is silent.

Guan Lingdao looked around in a panic, for some reason he was afraid of the dark scene.

At this moment, his whole body was in pain like a fire.The flames spread from the soles of the feet to all the veins of the limbs. It was not an ordinary fire, but burned from the skin to the internal organs, and burned to the bones, causing pain from the inside out.He couldn't help but make an uncontrollable sound, his voice was distorted and hoarse due to the pain, it was unrecognizable.In the pain, the burning suddenly disappeared. Guan Lingdao looked around in cold sweat, but his heart was even more frightened, as if he knew what was going to happen next.Immediately afterwards, there was pain all over his body, as if being cut by a blunt knife, bit by bit his flesh was cut off and chopped into pieces.

Guan Lingdao was in pain so much that his eyes filled with tears, his body was trapped and he couldn't move, and hatred rose unconsciously.He could feel that hatred was distorting his disposition. He was originally a happy disposition, but now he wanted to kill everyone.

"Master, master..."

He murmured confusedly.

With a sudden chill on his wrist, Guan Lingdao immediately opened his eyes, and the pain all over his body disappeared unconsciously.Standing in front of him was a young man in a red Taoist robe, with a handsome appearance and a good temperament, but his expression was dignified and solemn, and the coldness in his eyes was even a little scary.His hand was holding Guan Lingdao's wrist, his body was floating in the air, somewhat transparent like a soul, through him he could see the bright moon hanging on the black dyeing plate.

Guan Lingdao didn't dare to move, and there was no sound in his throat.

Who is this and how can I see him?

"Are you the person in the painting?" Guan Lingdao's voice was hoarse, "Patriarch Hua sent me to look for you, you—" Are you going to disappear?

The man in red didn't speak. The words like Patriarch Hua didn't interest him. He just looked at Guan Lingdao's face.His body sometimes became clear, and sometimes disappeared. Guan Lingdao was anxious, and instead grabbed the man in red by the wrist, he said, "How can I save you?"

The man in red moved his lips, but Guan Lingdao couldn't hear anything: "What did you say?" The man in red suddenly turned his hands and pushed, and a strong force came towards him, Guan Lingdao hurriedly got up and backed away However, the surrounding scene suddenly left him at a rapid speed, spinning around, as if he was thrown out.

His head was a little dizzy, he raised his eyes and looked around, he had already left the Shangqing Palace, the surroundings were as blurred as a cloud, and Ji Qingyan could be vaguely seen a few steps away.

When he came back, he had already left the ancient painting and returned to Hua Luochun's courtyard.

The smell of smoke around was extremely strong, Guan Lingdao drifted along the green smoke and returned to his body.

The body lying in Ji Qingyan's arms moved and opened his eyes.Ji Qingyan looked down at him, his breathing suddenly eased, and his tense body relaxed a little.Guan Lingdao silently watched the sweat on his forehead and the indiscernible emotion in his eyes, and said dryly, "Master, don't worry about me, I won't die."

I haven't done enough for you, how can I be willing to die?

Hua Luochun sneered: "I said he won't die, and death is in my hands."

It was only then that Guan Lingdao remembered that he had been in the painting for four full days. Seeing that there was no news from him, Ji Qingyan might have been too scared to wait.He felt guilty in his heart, and it was not easy to hold Ji Qingyan's hand in front of Hua Luochun, so he frantically flattered him: "I've been inside for a long time, and made Master worry about me—"

Small sparks danced in Ji Qingyan's eyes, one cluster after another. Guan Lingdao felt that the sparks were somewhat familiar, and he was startled for a moment, feeling joyful. He looked at Ji Qingyan's eyes stickily, and said in a barely audible voice: "Master, there is no need to worry. I have a big life, and I can't die even if I want to."

How could it be gone so easily?Feeling slightly strange, I somehow remembered the boy and the man in white in the painting.

Ji Qingyan didn't say anything when he heard the words, let him go, and stood up without saying a word.Guan Lingdao knew that it was out of character for him to embrace him in front of outsiders, so he smiled awkwardly and said to Hua Luochun seriously: "Master Hua."

"What did you see?"

"The person in the painting Patriarch Hua saw was a man in red?"

Hua Luochun's eyes are like lightning, but his breath fluctuates slightly: "Did you see him?"

I saw it, but it was a half-transparent shadow with insufficient soul power, appearing and disappearing from time to time.If he told Hua Luochun this, he would definitely force himself to find a countermeasure, but he has nothing to do now, and Hua Luochun might not be happy when he heard it.

"The aura in the painting has faded. He has been feeling unwell recently, so he has no energy to speak out." Guan Lingdao looked at Hua Luochun's expression, "The most urgent thing is to figure out how to extend the life of the ancient painting."

He knew that most of the men in this ancient painting were hopeless, but if the man in the painting was not dead, Hua Luochun might not kill him, but if the man in the painting died, he would have a dead end.

"What did he say?" Hua Luochun sat down and drank his tea with his head down, his face seemed to be indifferent, but his voice was a little unsteady.

Sweat dripped from Guan Lingdao's forehead. If he told the truth and said that he didn't know how to save him, he would be a useless person.But if he talks nonsense, Hua Luochun has an insight into people's hearts, and if he is not careful, he will show his feet, so he absolutely cannot lie at will.

"He said that he was lonely in the painting, and he thought of Patriarch Hua from time to time." As the saying goes, if you don't wear a flattery, you can treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor, so I had to say a few words first that he liked to hear.

As expected, Hua Luochun's hand holding the teacup trembled slightly. "How does he look, is his face still pale from time to time?"

Guan Lingdao felt sad: "Your complexion is not good."

Hua Luochun lowered his head and took another sip of tea, but his breathing was still difficult to calm down: "I taught him the Qi-gathering mental method last time, does he practice it regularly?"

"Yes, I practice every day." Guan Lingdao said.

Suddenly, a violent gust of wind hit, Guan Lingdao felt his neck being strangled by life, the soles of his feet scratched the ground and he couldn't stop backing up, his breathing was difficult, and he pressed his back against the cold wall in confusion.Hua Luochun's gloomy face was close at hand, his eyes were bloodshot, and his fingers were deeply buried in the flesh of his throat, pinching his bones. "You're talking nonsense, I didn't teach him any Qi-gathering mentality at all." His eyes seemed to be looking at a dead person.

Guan Lingdao scolded Hua Luochun's ancestors in eight lifetimes in his heart, his face was so purple that he couldn't even say half a word, he just glared angrily.A slight movement of Hua Luochun's hand could break his neck, even Ji Qingyan didn't dare to do anything at this time, he held his breath behind him and said in a cold voice: "Master Hua, let him go."

Hua Caixing also forced himself to calm down and persuaded in a low voice: "Patriarch, Patriarch, think twice."

"You dare to lie to me." Hua Luochun's hand bones creaked, and the evil spirit around him spread out like a faint black mist, making the entire courtyard gloomy. "What happened to him?"

Guan Lingdao closed his eyes and opened them again with difficulty, the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, and he spoke a few silent words intermittently.

"What did you say?" Hua Luochun narrowed his eyes.

Guan Lingdao forced a smile to speak again, but still no one could hear what he said clearly, Hua Luochun let go of him: "What did you just say?"

Guan Lingdao coughed with his hands on the wall, and said a few words indistinctly. Hua Luochun became more and more impatient, and pulled up his collar and said, "Speak clearly."

Guan Lingdao looked at him with a smile: "I said, I don't want to tell you."

Hua Luochun's face suddenly turned cold.

"Patriarch Hua also knows that I am a soul cultivator. I have nothing to worry about. If I die, I will die. It's no big deal. Whether the Master Hua wants to kill me or torture me, this is not the first time I have been tortured in these years. I won’t take it to heart. This is my nature. When someone treats me well, I will repay it ten times and a hundred times. If someone uses brute force to force me, I have no choice but to tell you to die. Now only I know the man in red In such a situation, only I know how to save him, Patriarch Hua wants me to serve him wholeheartedly or die, it is up to Patriarch Hua to decide."

Hua Luochun gritted her teeth and looked at him, and suddenly glanced at Ji Qingyan out of the corner of her eye.

This gaze caused Ji Qingyan and Guan Lingdao to move at the same time, Guan Lingdao gritted his teeth hurriedly and said: "If you dare to touch my master, I will make your man in red die in the painting and never see you again."

Hua Luochun looked at him coldly: "Save him."

Guan Lingdao sneered: "When Patriarch Hua asks for something from others, does the favor he gives to others mean life?"

"Are you saving or not?"

Guan Lingdao silently looked at Ji Qingyan, who was cold and motionless, and couldn't help feeling a little anxious in his heart. He said nonsense that he could save him, but he couldn't think of any good way for a while, and he didn't know what to do?

He was secretly trying to fool him when he suddenly saw a disciple of the Hua family walking in from the courtyard door and said in a low voice: "Patriarch, there is news from Guixu Shenzong—"

"If there is any news, we will talk about it another day."

"Yes." The disciple didn't dare to say anything more, and quickly retreated.

Guan Lingdao looked at the ancient painting on the wall thoughtfully, and suddenly a thought occurred to him, and he asked, "My elder brother said, there is also an ancient painting in the Red Sandalwood Palace, which is the place where Yan Wulaogui meditated and practiced?"

"So what?" Hua Luochun frowned, "The restriction on that painting is not strong, most soul listeners can enter, there is nothing but a training pool, it is an empty place."

If the restraint is not strong, it means that Yan Wu's soul power is low, and he can only block people with low soul power, which is far inferior to the man in red.

Guan Lingdao felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't explain it himself, and said, "I want to go in and have a look. The life of that painting is not short, maybe there are some clues."

Hua Luochun looked at him for a moment, then whispered some instructions to Huacaihang, Huacai walked into the inner courtyard, took out an ancient painting from it when she was young, hung it on the wall and opened it.This painting is dark and dull, far inferior to the beautiful painting of the man in red. Guan Lingdao frowned and looked at it for a moment, but he couldn't see why. sit down.

Just as the soul was about to leave the body, someone pressed his shoulder suddenly, and Ji Qingyan said beside him, "I'll go in with you."

There was a wave of warmth in Guan Lingdao's heart. Master must really love him to death, and he would accompany him wherever he went, in case there would be any accidents with him.Although he is unparalleled in appearance and rare in the world, and has a likable personality, Master doesn't have to take it so seriously.He couldn't help but be happy after talking to Master now, and he couldn't bear to let Master be a widow wherever he could go.

With a hoarse voice, Guan Lingdao slapped the futon beside him with his sleeve: "Master, if you want to go in, hold my hand and don't get lost."

Ji Qingyan sat down on the futon beside him and pulled his wrist.Guan Lingdao couldn't help laughing again: "Master loves to be clean, don't let the dust on the ground dirty your clothes."

As he spoke, he pulled up Ji Qingyan's sleeves.

Hua Luochun squinted at the two of them, and suddenly gave some instructions in a low voice, Hua Caixing bowed his head in response, and sat down beside Guan Lingdao: "I'll go in too."

Ji Qingyan looked at him coldly.

Hua Luochun said calmly: "Caixing knows painting, maybe he can help a little bit."

Why help one or two, isn't it just to monitor them, to put it so nicely.

Guan Ling couldn't say anything, he closed his eyes and the soul left his body, floating in the air, leading the two souls around him to slowly float out.