soul repair

"They're all dead?" Hua Luochun's cold eyes fell on the man in white in front of him.

"It is said that only Ji Qingyan and a few heads are left, and they want to restrain the sects and lead Guan Lingdao out." Hua Caixing lowered his head, "Dao Xiao Xiao said that soul cultivation must die, and the world will return to the sect. If the factions are not firm, they should be punished." He choked up his voice slightly, "Both Qi's father and son are here, so the Shuixingmen has been wiped out."

Hua Luochun lowered her eyes and remained silent.

"Although the Cen family still has two elders who are not low in cultivation, they are in great chaos now. Taoist Xiao Xiao's cultivation level after leaving the customs is unimaginable. No one dares to act rashly, and they are afraid of killing Cen Yuqiu. They're all swallowing their breath."

Hua Luochun sneered: "Those who obey me live, and those who oppose me perish?"

"It seems to mean that." Hua Caixing took a deep breath, "It is said that the corpses of Qi's father and son are hanging at the entrance of Guixu Shenzong."

"why?"

"I heard that Chen hates men who damage women's reputation the most, so it must be what she meant."

Hua Luochun frowned: "This woman is perverse and moody, does she have a natural grudge against men?"

"My disciple doesn't know about Liao Chen's past." Hua Caixing's voice was low, "Although Qi Ning's actions made people feel a little displeased, he also made meritorious service when he invaded the Red Sandalwood Palace, so he was exterminated by Guixu Shenzong." Open the door..." As he spoke, he didn't seem to know what to say, and was silent for a moment, "No one in the Southern and Northern Dynasties sect dared to speak out, I wonder what the Patriarch's intention is?"

Hua Luochun remained silent, and finally waved his hand: "Go down, I'll think about it."

"Yes." Hua Caixing walked out with his head down, and closed the door behind him.

Hua Luochun looked at the scroll on the wall, the man in red in the painting bowed his head and held the pen as usual, Hua Luochun said softly: "Twelve, what do you think I should do?"

There was no movement in the ancient painting. After a while, the inscriptions on the painting turned crookedly, spread out horizontally and vertically, and slowly merged into several beautiful characters.

【someone here】

Hua Luochun's face suddenly turned blue, and he said in a deep voice, "Who?"

Before the words were finished, a writing brush on the table flew up lightly, dipped in ink and quickly wrote on the paper: "At midnight tonight, I will talk about it at the observation pavilion in the south thirty miles of mountains."

"Guan Lingdao?"

The brush didn't say anything, it suddenly fell down, and fell on the paper as if lifeless, splashing a few ink stars.

Hua Luochun looked at the lifeless pen thoughtfully.

When did soul art reach such a level that even he, a [-]-year-old Taoist cultivator, couldn't detect it. I really don't know what Guan Lingdao has been doing recently.

At night, there was a strong wind in the mountains, and Hua Luochun's white clothes moved in the wind and fell down.Standing in the pavilion was a man in apricot clothes, who turned his face slowly, a few locks of hair fluttering in the wind, against a thought-provoking face, he was silent.

"Nanbeichao are looking for you everywhere, if you don't run for your life, what are you looking for me for?" Hua Luochun put his hands behind his back, a little chill appeared in his eyes.

The young man faced the mountains, with the corners of his mouth turned up, and smiled slightly: "Do you remember what the Hua family said to me back then? If I can save the ancient painting, the Hua family owner owes me a favor."

Hua Luochun didn't speak.

Guan Lingdao's expression darkened suddenly: "Patriarch Hua, today is the time for me to collect debts."

"what do you want?"

"I want to save my master."

Hua Luochun sneered: "What do you think the Guixu Shenzong is, you can go there whenever you want, and leave whenever you want? My cultivation is far behind that of Taoist Xiao Xiao, so even if you help me, it won't help."

Guan Lingdao remained silent, and said for a long time: "Patriarch Hua, there is something I didn't want to bring up, but it's a pity that I have to mention it today."

"What's the matter?"

"The reason why Patriarch Hua is famous in the Southern and Northern Dynasties is not because of his high cultivation, but because of a set of spells he practiced many years ago, which can make people fascinated, make people's hearts flutter, and moths fly to the flame."

Hua Luochun's face suddenly turned green.

Guan Lingdao looked at him silently, and said slowly after a long time: "The reason why Patriarch Hua hates soul cultivation is because the technique that Patriarch Hua was forced to practice back then was a kind of soul art, ecstasy. "

Hua Luochun closed her eyes.

"Although I don't know exactly where that sect obtained this technique back then, I can guess that it must have somehow obtained the secret manual of the Shangqing Palace along with the ancient painting. With the help of medicine for hundreds of years, the more The deeper you get trapped, the more you practice this soul art to the wrong path. Master Hua is the body of three yangs, only you can withstand this evil art, so they took you away and raised you with medicine day and night, so that in the future, It will be used for sex in the future."

"Shut up!" Hua Luochun's aura surged, and the wind blew up, causing the surrounding branches to hiss and cry.

Guan Lingdao took a deep breath: "Patriarch Hua calm down, I have to tear off Patriarch's scar today. Taoist Xiao Xiao's cultivation base is extremely high, he can't do anything with Taoism, only soul art can restrain him for a while."

Hua Luochun's pupils tightened: "What do you mean?"

"Patriarch's enchantment is so high that even my elder brother can't match it. Even if he doesn't use it normally, he can still attract people with low cultivation. I have a heartless request. I want to ask Patriarch Hua to restrain Taoist Xiao Xiao for me for a while. , I rescued Master."

Hua Luochun's eyes are like ice.What is Guan Lingdao talking about, asking him to seduce Taoist Xiao Xiao?

Guan Lingdao's voice became more urgent: "In order to lure me out, Taoist Xiao Xiao will take Master to the top of Jiutian Mountain next month. It seems that only his disciples are escorting him, but in fact he must be guarding him. I have a formation to arrest him." Trapped for a while, it's a pity that you need to use a very strong enchantment, I can't, as long as Patriarch Hua restrains him for a moment, I will be able to rescue Master."

"And you know Taoist Xiao Xiao will be fooled?"

"He is only guarding against me and the Shangqing Palace now. Unexpectedly, Patriarch Hua will use the technique of fascination, and the Palace of the Qing Dynasty is restrained so that no movement can be made. Now only Patriarch Hua can act by surprise, so that there is a glimmer of hope."

"What if I refuse?"

Guan Lingdao was angry and anxious: "Daoist Xiao Xiao killed dozens of Taoist cultivators in the Southern and Northern Dynasties in one fell swoop, exterminated the Qi family, and held several head teachers hostage. With their cultivation, they are invincible in the world and have no fear! The so-called dead lips and cold teeth, Taoist cultivators have not yet joined forces to fight Enemy, in the future, we will wait for him to wipe out you one by one? He can kill dozens of Taoist cultivators today, and hundreds of Taoist cultivators tomorrow, how can the Hua family escape?"

"Then what's the matter with saving your master?"

Guan Lingdao gritted his teeth: "My master is the third lord of the Shangqing Palace and the son of the Cen family. If something happens to him, how can the Shangqing Palace and the Cen family let it go?"

"Since this is the case, it is better for Ji Qingyan to die. The so-called mourning soldiers will win. Now there is no movement in Shangqing Palace and Cen's family. Why are you so anxious as a soul cultivator?"

"You!" Guan Lingdao flipped his hand and held a narrow black long sword.

Hua Luochun only felt the coldness of the sword rushing towards her face, she couldn't help but lower her head to take another look, and asked, "Is this the Soul Guardian Sword?"

"That's right." Guan Lingdao's voice was a little anxious, "Do you want the Hua family to help?"

Hua Luochun's face turned blue again, and suddenly became complicated and unpredictable. She seemed very unwilling, and after a while she said coldly: "When will that day be?"

"Seven days later." Guan Lingdao took a deep breath and put the sword away, "Now I have nowhere to go, if Patriarch is willing to help, I will be grateful. It's just that this trip is a bit dangerous, Patriarch Hua—"

Hua Luochun flew, and had already gone far: "See you at Jiutian Mountain."

Guan Lingdao looked at the figure, his eyes were confused for a while, and he tightly held the Yaoyu in his palm.

The day Ji Qingyan was wounded and captured, he was actually nearby.Lu Yesheng sent people to leave traces of him everywhere in the Southern and Northern Dynasties, but he was actually practicing in hiding not far from Guixu Shenzong.

Taoist Xiao Xiao's cultivation base was unknown, the howling in the valley only lasted for half a stick of incense, and then it became lifeless and silent.He couldn't look at it blatantly. In the early morning of the next day, he wandered in the mountains with his soul-wandering technique. He saw blood all over the ground, dead bodies lying on the ground, and even the lake was dyed red.

After waiting anxiously for three days, almost reaching the Guixu Sect, the news came that Ji Qingyan was not dead.

The sword in his hand exuded a trace of cold air, circling around his fingers.

"Brother, let's go."

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Ji Qingyan silently looked at the scholar-like man in front of him.

"Take him up the mountain." The man was dressed in dark blue homely clothes, sitting calmly with a cup of tea, lowered his head and took a sip, "Be careful on the road."

"What's wrong with Qingyan? You have to suffer from the death penalty from the ice-cold spring on the top of Jiutian Mountain. I hope the suzerain will make it clear." Ji Qingyan stood still.

The man stood up, his body was a little weak, he looked like he was only in his twenties, and he couldn't help but feel a little affection in his heart.He took a few steps, but his voice was indifferent to his appearance: "Master Ji, how did Ren Guanling get those eight soul listeners, and how Guan Lingdao sneaked into Guixu Shenzong to take Ren Guanling away, you really don't know ?”

Ji Qingyan didn't speak.

"Where there is spiritual dao, there is palace master Ji. The poor dao has long been used to it."

That voice seemed to have seen through him, and there would not even be any surprises, Ji Qingyan half closed his eyes: "The suzerain seems to hate Qingyan deeply."

The man smiled: "It's not really disgusting, it's just a little disappointed."

"Qingyan and the suzerain have never met each other, so how can you be disappointed?"

The man sat down to drink tea with his head down again, his eyes shifted, and he smiled: "Take him up, if Guan Lingdao doesn't show up within seven days, drown him in the freezing water."

"Yes."

Ji Qingyan remained silent.

Guan Lingdao hid in a hidden cave in Jiutian Mountain, burning incense and concentrating, his soul leaving his body.

Floating around, I saw a few disciples in gray Taoist robes leading a man who was walking slowly, chained to his body, dragging like a ghost pulling a soul.The man's face was pale and haggard, but his expression was as indifferent as ice, as if the locked person had nothing to do with him, Guan Lingdao felt a pain in his chest, and flew down to cover his belt.

Ji Qingyan suddenly felt his belt tightened, his throat was slightly congested, and his heart trembled.

He hooked the belt with his fingertips.

If he still came, the trap was obviously set for him, so he still insisted on coming.

The belt didn't move, it just wrapped around his little finger silently.

He knows Ji Qingyan's cultivation base well, as long as the shackles that suppress his meridians are removed, the few disciples around him will be no problem.But the disciples of Guixu Shenzong are all trivial matters, Taoist Xiao Xiao must be watching nearby, how should he make a move?

What about Hualuochun, it was agreed that the person would be here, where did he go?

While waiting anxiously, suddenly there was a clear and clear sound of the zither from the mountain, gurgling like flowing water, Guan Lingdao thought to himself, who could make the sound of the zither so beautiful, when he raised his eyes from a distance, he saw a man sitting under a pine tree in the distance, The belt is slender, the figure is chic, and the white clothes blow up with the wind.

Blossoms and Spring Fruits have really come.

The disciples glanced at him and ignored him, the melody flowed out from his fingers unhurriedly, like a mountain stream flowing down from the top of a mountain, making people's mood up and down with the melody, it is extremely moving.At the end of the song, a gust of wind passed by, and the man in white landed in front of them at some point, holding the piano and sitting.

A disciple said: "Patriarch Hua is playing the piano here, and we are ordered to escort Ji Qingyan up the mountain, so as not to disturb Yaxing."

Hua Luochun lightly plucked the strings: "Ji Qingyan, give it to me."

"Patriarch Hua, please forgive me. We have the orders of the suzerain, so we dare not delay."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest, and Hua Luochun's hand had already landed on his heart.That disciple knew very well that he would die if he moved his hands, fine sweat broke out on his forehead, his face turned pale, and he couldn't speak a word.

Suddenly, her chest loosened, Hua Luochun's hands left her body, and there was already a scholar-like man in dark blue clothes standing in front of him, with his back to him.

"Patriarch Hua didn't come to Guixu Shenzong a few days ago, but he is here today." The man said flatly.

"The suzerain killed dozens of Taoist cultivators in a row. It's a pity that the scene can't be seen."

"Patriarch Hua should go, I don't want to see blood today."

"The suzerain is waiting for Guan Lingdao. It's a pity that Guan Lingdao now knows that the suzerain is nearby, so he probably won't come."

"If he doesn't come, Ji Qingyan will die in seven days." The voice was flat and flat, as if he was confident no matter what others said, "Patriarch Hua wants to stay as long as you want, as long as you stay, you can never go back. "

"Then Ji Qingyan must die. I have already arrested Guan Lingdao. If Ji Qingyan is not dead, I will not let him go."

The man looked at him without saying a word, and suddenly his figure flickered and landed in front of Hua Luochun.Guan Lingdao was in a bad mood, his soul left Ji Qingyan's belt and flew in the air, the Horcrux left his body, and four leaves flew around Taoist Xiao Xiao in the air.

The flowers fall into spring, at this moment!

Suddenly, Hua Luochun's appearance changed in front of him.

That kind of feeling is extremely weird, it seems to be Hua Luochun, it seems not to be Hua Luochun, he is only seventeen or eighteen years old, his skin is fair, and his eyes are soul-stirring.Guan Lingdao's heart was beating wildly for a while, and he quickly turned his head to look at Ji Qingyan. Sure enough, he also closed his eyes, adjusted his breath and concentrated, stopped and didn't look up.

The guarding disciples beside him had lost their eyesight, their faces were flushed, beads of sweat were dripping from their foreheads, their lips were dry, and they were staring straight at him.

Taoist Xiao Xiao's figure is as fixed as a piece of wood.

Guan Lingdao knew that this enchantment was used on Taoist Xiao Xiao, so he just called out luck in his heart, turned around and tightly wrapped around Ji Qingyan's fingers, and swung the soul-protecting sword in his hand fiercely!

The chains on Ji Qingyan's body broke immediately.

Taoist Xiao Xiao couldn't turn his head back, but just stared at Hua Luochun in front of him.Guan Lingdao didn't dare to look again, closed his eyes, and landed on Ji Qingyan's belt, motionless.Suddenly his body was held by someone, and the wind whistling in his ears, Ji Qingyan had already taken him into the air.

Those four leaves are his formation, but how long can Taoist Xiao Xiao be trapped inside?

The scholar-like man walked towards Hua Luochun step by step, Hua Luochun's face gradually turned blue, and he bit his lips tightly.

Hualuochun, let's go!

Taoist Xiao Xiao's hand fell on his shoulder, Guan Lingdao's face turned pale with anxiety, and suddenly Hua Luochun's figure flashed out, rushing towards them like a gust of wind.

"go!"

With a deep and angry voice, Guan Lingdao felt a blur in front of his eyes, and the sound of the wind in his ears was louder, and he didn't know how much faster it was.

Looking back, Taoist Xiao Xiao had already turned his head, with a little confusion in his eyes.

Guan Lingdao felt his heart pounding and his mouth dry.

What, is it him?