soul repair

The dungeon of the Cen family is far worse than that of the Red Sandalwood Palace.There is no unpleasant smell, no lingering breath, no nausea or nausea, but some herbal aroma.Mo Zhongxian's eyes were wide open vigilantly, his nails sank deep into his loose coat, and he pinched it tighter and tighter.

There was no dungeon in the Cen family, and the place where Cen Moxing was imprisoned was a stone cave, and ordinary spirit grasses that could be seen everywhere were sparsely grown outside the cave.

"Is Cen Moxing here?" Mo Zhongxian staggered out of Song Guzhui's arms, couldn't stand still, and fell to the ground while holding his hand.

The people in the cave did not speak.

"What do you want from me?" After a long time, the sound of chains slamming lightly came from a few feet away in the cave. It was a man who spoke, absent-minded, with sarcasm, and sounded a little resentful and disheartened.

"I want to ask you for an antidote." Mo Zhongxian grasped the dark railing on the gate with both hands convulsively, his voice changed slightly, "Is there an antidote for the medicine that turns people into puppets?"

The people in the cave smiled and said, "Yes."

A moment of silence.

"Really?" The boy's breath was unsteady, as if he wanted to believe it but couldn't believe it. He tried his best to calm down, but his eyes were covered with tears, "You didn't lie to me?"

"Who did you come for, Song Guzhui?" The chain slammed lightly in the cave, and the man couldn't move in the cell, but his bored eyes fell on the boy's face impartially, "Who is he to you?"

"He is my benefactor." Mo Zhongxian's fingers hurt more and more, and he tried his best to calm down, "What is the antidote?"

"I know you."

Naturally I recognize it.Yan Wu sent someone to break his legs, blinded his eyes and locked him in the dungeon. He had never seen the altar master in black, but the altar master in black recognized him.

No one hates people from Red Sandalwood Palace more than him, but he dare not even say a word if he wants something from others.

"You want the antidote, what do you give in exchange?" The man seemed to be unable to move, his voice was a little low from a distance, looking at the man standing expressionlessly behind him, "You learned to control Song Guzhui .”

"It's just a simple soul technique, and he believed me again. Now he only listens to me." Mo Zhongxian gritted his teeth, "You tell me where the antidote is, and I will find a way to repay you."

"How to repay?"

"I'll ask Brother Song to let you out."

The man in the cave sneered, and said calmly: "He will be fine after taking the antidote. At that time, you can't control him, so how can you let me go? You can't see or move, and you can't come and let me go."

"If you really want an antidote, the Lord of the Third Palace will agree to you." The young man stood up unsteadily.He doesn't like Ji Qingyan, hates Daoxiu, and usually doesn't want to talk to them, but for Song Guzhui, he is willing to bend down to beg him.

"If Ji Qingyan comes here, you will never want an antidote." The man's voice was idle, seemingly understated, but he could hear the deep hatred, unwavering, unwavering, over the years, which made people shudder.Mo Zhongxian didn't know why he hated Ji Qingyan so much, he was stunned and stood still.

"What do you want, why are you willing to give the antidote?" He turned his head towards the cave again, "I will find you whatever you want, and I will find a way."

"Is he so important to you?" There seemed to be a little interest in the man's voice, "Are you willing to do anything, even kill someone?"

"I'm willing to do it." Mo Zhongxian's shoulders trembled slightly.He has killed people before, and he doesn't care how many people die, as long as Song Guzhui can live, it doesn't matter who dies.

"You are different from those Taoists."

Mo Zhongxian shook his head: "Tell me how to get the antidote."

The man was silent for a long time, but for some reason he seemed to have suddenly changed his mind, lowered his voice and said, "Since that's the case, let you know about you. The antidote is not difficult to make, it's just a few common spirit herbs, it just needs to be treated blindly. Rare medicine."

"What medicine?" My heart beat violently.

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Guan Lingdao's life has been very pleasant recently.Hua Luochun asked him to practice repainting, he didn't have to worry about it, he didn't have to run around, he just studied the technique with Hua Caixing every day, compared to before, it was really heaven and earth.

Flaw in the fly in the ointment, Hua Luochun forbade him to see Ji Qingyan.He wanted Guan Lingdao to concentrate.

This is actually nothing, he said to Ji Qingyan: "The relationship between Master and I is as light as water, we are happy when we meet, and we will not part for life or death when we part."

When Ji Qingyan heard this, the corner of his mouth seemed to be pulled down by a rope.

The one who talked about love all day long was the one who took it lightly, the one who took the initiative to please her, and if one day they separated again, he might be the one who forgot about himself first.

"Is there any problem?" He said calmly.

"It's not difficult. Hua Luochun sent four disciples to serve me, so I don't even have to pour water myself."

Hua Luochun would come to investigate every night, which annoyed him, but it's meaningless to say it now, so he just swallowed his anger.

"The matter of Hua Luochun is settled, let's go back to Shangqing Palace." Ji Qingyan patted his head, "No one can stop us then."

"Yeah." Guan Lingdao forced a smile.

"You have something on your mind?"

His fingers touched Guan Lingdao from his hair to the back of his ear, and scratched Guan Lingdao vaguely, making his heart feel as if a pair of wings were flapping.

Guan Lingdao shook his head.Ren Guanling was like a stone on his heart, he didn't say it, he didn't say it, he wanted to move it away, but he couldn't be cruel.

"Your brother has already handed you over to me." Ji Qingyan lowered his head, touched him lightly with the corner of his mouth, but refused to post it.

"Hmm." Guan Lingdao was tickled by him, and said with a low smile, "There is no one here, Master, do you want me to lie down?"

Ji Qingyan swallowed his saliva.This kid is really straightforward.I didn't think about it so much at first, but now I have to think about the scene of stripping his clothes off in broad daylight, pulling down his pants, wrapping his arms around his waist, and slowly sending them inside.

"Guan Lingdao, how long do you want me to watch for you?" Hua Caixing's calm voice came from far away from the wall.

"Okay, that's all right." Guan Lingdao was a little annoyed, and looked at Ji Qingyan with a smile, his voice was as usual, "I went to Master first, and Hua Luochun seemed to be urging me to die. I will come out to look for it after a while. you."

Ji Qingyan nodded and turned his face away.

I couldn't help turning him over in my heart.

"Master, I'm gone, apprentice, I'm so popular that I'm going to be killed even if I walk half a step away." Guan Lingdao walked towards the inner courtyard, turned around and smiled, "Master, have you ever thought about it?" When we used to concoct alchemy in the alchemy room?"

Ji Qingyan couldn't see anything on his face: "Occasionally. What's the matter?"

"It's nothing." Guan Lingdao grinned, "Sometimes I think, why didn't I have the courage to seduce you back then, maybe I can get less punishment."

Ji Qingyan gritted his teeth.

As soon as I suppressed my wild thoughts, the scene in front of me began to be uncontrollable again, the dark alchemy room, the warm alchemy furnace, the young man took off his clothes and sat on him, and put his lips up with a blushing face——

This kid is really hateful.

"Your little ability is nothing, I'll punish you harder." His tone was blunt, and he could hear a little anger.Guan Lingdao was stunned for a moment and just about to step forward, Ji Qingyan took a few steps back one after another, lowered his head and said, "Go."

"En." Guan Lingdao didn't dare to say any more.Ji Qingyan hates intimacy in front of others the most, and he also doesn't like to say such indiscriminate words, he is afraid that he has crossed the line again.Feeling regretful in my heart, I smiled and ran away quickly.

Walking around the two connected courtyards, Hua Caixing was standing in the corner looking up at the sky in embarrassment, Guan Lingdao followed him to watch: "What are you looking at?"

Looking at a shameless bird.

"It's over? The Patriarch is coming at night, so don't delay." He didn't know how the two men saw each other. Guan Lingdao was obviously not feminine at all in front of him, so why was he so clingy around Ji Qingyan?Hua Luochun was also his master, he never dared to be like Guan Lingdao in front of his master, nor did he dare to come within three feet of him.

He doesn't understand and doesn't want to understand.

The two sat side by side in the training room.

The techniques left by Ren Guanling must be complemented by Taoist techniques and soul techniques.Guan Lingdao lit a stick of incense in the training room, looked down at Hua Caixing's confused expression, smiled and said, "Young man, do you want to try?"

The techniques of Taoism can never create the world in the painting.No matter how good the painting is, no matter how superb it is, it is dead.Only soul art can give the aura and soul to the painting and create a living world.

Hua Caixing has desire in his heart, and he becomes greedy for the world in the painting.This greed is not selfish and dirty, nor is it shameful. No matter who loves to paint like an idiot, he can't help but want to create such a world by himself.

It's like Guan Lingdao is to the art of melting souls.Plucking the strings with his fingers, looking up, he can see all the ancient trees and fragrant grasses in the mountains and rivers bowing his head, willingly giving his soul energy, which is his heart's wish.

Hua Caixing lowered his eyes: "You are a soul technique, and disciples of the Hua family are not allowed to practice it."

Guan Lingdao smiled: "The painting of Patriarch Hua is a Horcrux made by many years of soul cultivation. If you don't learn soul art, you may create that kind of painting in your life."

Hua Caixing was expressionless, but clenched his fists slightly.

Guan Lingdao laughed again: "Hua Gongzi is a famous Taoist cultivator in the Southern and Northern Dynasties, so naturally he can't practice soul art. Don't waste time, let's start."

Said he closed his eyes, and adjusted his breath.The two sat silently, their souls were just about to leave their bodies to wander, when suddenly the person around him moved and gently grabbed his wrist.Guan Lingdao opened his eyes, turned his head to look, Hua Caixing lowered his head and asked, "You won't tell the outside world what the two of us are doing here?"

"No." Guan Lingdao smiled and lowered his voice, "Want to learn?"

"If you tell others, I will be in trouble."

"Soul art is fun. The playboy likes to draw pictures. It would be a pity not to learn soul art." Guan Lingdao smiled with great interest, "Someday you will be able to refine Horcruxes yourself, and you can also create paintings world."

Hua Caixing gritted his teeth, his palms and forehead were covered with a thin layer of sweat, he looked up at the ancient paintings hanging on the wall, but he couldn't restrain the greedy desire in his heart, and said in a hoarse voice: "Don't talk half a word to others. word."

Guan Lingdao didn't expect that he had taken in an apprentice. He coughed lightly and said solemnly, "Although soul art is profound and profound, whether you can learn it or not depends on your aptitude. Listen to me, playboy, and close your five senses first..."

Hua Caixing's heart was beating like a drum, knowing that he had made a big mistake in the family rules, but couldn't help but sink in, and closed his eyes in a panic.After a while he asked, "How?"

Guan Lingdao smiled: "Although the power of the soul is not as good as that of the soul listener, it is not bad. After ten or eight years of cultivation, he may be able to refine paintings." In fact, he is not sure, he refines the soul It only takes a short year for a horcrux, but it takes several years for some people, and it is difficult to estimate the length of time for a horcrux as complicated as a painting.But as a master, even if he doesn't understand, he has to pretend to understand, and he can't look like he doesn't know anything.

"En." Hua Caixing looked relaxed, secretly happy in his heart.Ten years, eight years, decades to hundreds of years, as long as he can refine such a painting in this life, he will not be in vain.

In life, there must always be things, people, and things you like, and you are willing to go through fire and water for them.

Guan Lingdao said with a smile: "Since that's the case, you must be careful not to let anyone find out, young man."

"Ah."

He was originally a stranger, but because of a secret, he was brought closer by a lot. Guan Lingdao was half teaching and running a school, and painstakingly studied how to save the ancient painting. Hua Luochun managed him hard and softly every day, and a month passed in a flash.

He doesn't know if the painting can be saved, but every few days he has to go into the ancient painting to find out the truth.The two tried their best and didn't dare to slack off, but the man in red never showed up again. Guan Lingdao had to bite the bullet and was lectured by Hua Luochun all day long, helpless.

When he left the courtyard in the evening, Guan Lingdao was stretching his body under the tree, when he suddenly heard a few people walking in the aisle next door.He knew that Hua Luochun had arrived, and his heart sank, he held his breath and wanted to leave, but he heard a disciple of the Hua family say: "Patriarch, there is news from the Southern Dynasties that Taoist Xiao Xiao of the Guixu Divine Sect has left the customs and sent people to kill more than 300 people." A soul cultivator captured Ren Guanling as well."

"How did you catch it?" The tone was a bit complicated.

"It is said that Ren Guanling provoked Guixu Shenzong by overestimating his abilities. Fairy Liaochen led people to find Ren Guanling's hiding place, and personally brought two hundred disciples to kill them. Those eight people who listened to the soul were captured, but Ren Guanling was captured."

"Then?"

"I don't know, but according to the rules set by Guixu Shenzong himself, according to Taoist Xiao Xiao, I'm afraid he will be killed in a few days."

Just as Hua Luochun was about to speak, he suddenly heard someone breathing heavily on the other side of the wall. His figure jumped over the high wall and suddenly appeared in front of that person.

Hua Luochun stared at him intently: "How is the painting?"

Guan Lingdao felt that his voice seemed to be coming from a very far away place, and he couldn't pay attention to what he was saying for a while, his heart went blank, he just bowed his head and said nothing.

Hua Luochun said again: "How is the painting?"

Guan Lingdao stood quietly, and after an unknown amount of time in the cold wind, he suddenly felt his body was bitingly cold.Looking up, the top of my head is as black as splashed ink, the winter night is dark, and I don't know when it has fallen into the night.

Dozens of disciples of the Hua family were surrounded by less than three feet around, and the flames flowed, and Ji Qingyan, Hua Caixing, and Hua Luochun stood in front of them.Ji Qingyan's chaotic expression seemed to want to get closer, Guan Lingdao looked down, he was holding a bone-chilling black short blade in his hand, soul energy was floating around, and four leaves were flying around like protecting him , the wind was blowing, and no one was allowed to get close.

He lowered his eyes and said softly: "Master Hua, don't blame me, I'm going to save my brother."

"Don't worry about the spiritual path."

Before the words finished, Hua Luochun's hands clenched tightly, and Guan Lingdao's ankle suddenly felt unbearable pain.The small white ring spun rapidly on his ankle, he groaned as if he was about to be chopped off, half kneeled down, his breathing was disordered.

It seemed to be hurting in the ankle, or it seemed to be hurting more in other places. Guan Lingdao raised his head, his eyes filled with tears: "Master, let me save my brother."