soul repair

Yan Wu's death, only Ji Qingyan knew the whole story, if he didn't tell, no one would know what happened.Guan Lingdao had doubted it before, but since he was taken away by Ren Guanling in the Red Sandalwood Palace, he had never settled down. When he thought about it occasionally, he was distracted by the sudden change.

Can someone who can kill Yan Wu also kill Taoist Xiao Xiao?

Ji Qingyan was silent for a moment, and said: "The person who killed Yan Wu is your teacher and father."

Guan Lingdao was stunned.What?

"You were brought up by someone when you were a child, but your teacher and father passed away later."

"My teacher's father is dead, I buried him with my own hands." Guan Lingdao's voice was hollow.

Ji Qingyan was a little hesitant: "Not dead." He was indeed not dead at the time, but now he doesn't know where he is now. Although he left a letter to travel around the world, Ji Qingyan dared not tell him.What would Guan Lingdao think when the teacher and father abandoned him again?

And...has he really traveled all over the world?

Guan Lingdao jumped over: "Where is my master?"

He didn't die, and if he didn't die, why did he let him go? At that time, the old and the young were living a good life, even if they were playing around, they were very comfortable. Why did they pretend to be dead and let him go to Shangqing Palace?At that time, he was so uncomfortable that he didn't eat for several days, and his eyes were red and swollen for many days. How could the master be so cruel?

And, still alive?

Guan Lingdao's breathing quickened: "Where did he go?"

"I don't know." Ji Qingyan felt ashamed in his heart, and sat down with his head down, "At that time, I was helpless. I didn't want your teacher and father to appear suddenly, so I asked him to save you." He paused and said, " Do you know who your master is?"

Guan Lingdao looked at him without saying a word, and suddenly said: "He is... the head teacher of the former Shangqing."

Ji Qingyan raised his eyebrows slightly: "You know?"

Guan Lingdao only felt that his heart was extremely chaotic, as if there were thousands of thin threads surrounding him, and suddenly he remembered the master and student who met and loved each other in private in the ancient painting, and looked up at Ji Qingyan in a daze: "Master, you Your soul is transformed by the suffocation between heaven and earth, isn't it?"

Ji Qingyan lowered his eyes and nodded.

"why?"

"what why?"

"Why is it transformed by hostility?"

"I don't know."

Painful at the time of death, but willing to have no regrets, then you will not turn into evil spirits, but only into hostility between heaven and earth.Guan Lingdao caressed the indistinct burning under his left eye, suddenly smiled and said in a low voice: "Master, you may not believe something when I say it. You and I...maybe we knew each other in the previous life."

As he spoke, he raised his head and looked at Ji Qingyan, his throat was slightly choked.

There are faint thoughts in my heart, I just feel that it is absurd and I dare not speak lightly, but when I say it now, I feel a lot more at ease, as if things should be like this.

Ji Qingyan's eyelashes trembled slightly, and there was no disbelief or surprise on his face. On the contrary, it seemed that Guan Lingdao had hit his mind: "Really?"

"Yeah." Guan Lingdao blushed, and leaned lightly on his shoulder, "It seems like he is also a master and apprentice."

Ji Qingyan remained silent for a long time, before he finally said: "When you saw me for the first time, you passed out in the water, but you just grabbed my clothes and didn't let go."

"Huh?" Guan Lingdao was speechless, what happened?

Ji Qingyan's eyes fluttered: "I must take off my clothes."

Guan Lingdao covered his face.

Because of this, Ji Qingyan and Song Guzhui always think that he is a disciple?Wronged, wronged dead.It was just an unconscious desire to get close, how did it become such an unbearable thing?

Ji Qingyan pondered for a moment, stroked his hair on the temples with his hand: "What did you see in Hua Luochun's ancient painting?"

Guan Lingdao told exactly what he saw and heard in the ancient painting.

The two were silent together.

The teacher is the head teacher of the former Shangqing, if they are also the former Shangqing, then Guan Lingdao is the son of the teacher.At that time, there was a movement in the inheritance, which shocked the Shangqing Palace, but instead of choosing the Lord of the Seventh Palace, who had a spiritual root and luck that was once in a thousand years, he chose the little-known Taoist Xiao Xiao.

What happened after that, causing the Shangqing Palace to be torn apart and ruined overnight?

Guan Lingdao didn't dare to say a word, feeling uneasy, and looked at the ground with a little confusion.

"what happened?"

Guan Lingdao said in a low voice: "Master, Taoist Xiao Xiao hates me so much, could it be that I did something to offend him?"

"Even so, you have already died once, and he can't kill you all."

"What did my master tell you?"

"You want to know?"

"Ah."

Ji Qingyan groaned and frowned slightly: "He said, in fact, he didn't know what happened at that time."

~

In late autumn more than 400 years ago, the wind was biting cold and the mist was heavy. Not long after it rained, every step under your feet was filled with water, and you couldn't distinguish anything ten steps away from the Shangqing Palace.

The old palace lord staggered and swayed on the mountain path.

The water under the feet was a bit strange, and there was a faint fishy smell all around, and the water was mixed with faint blood, flowing over unhurriedly.He woke up quite a bit in an instant, startled in his heart, pushed his sleeves with both hands, and the dense fog was pushed away by the spiritual energy, and he was caught off guard.

It was the most tragic scene in front of me. The corpses of the disciples were piled up in a mess, the blood flowed horizontally, and the rain dripped down from the fingers hanging down. The world was gloomy and quiet.

He felt a sharp pain in his heart, struggling to fly in the air, his spiritual energy was disordered, and there was a sharp pain that pierced his bones in the sea of ​​​​qi.There are corpses all over the mountains and plains, old and young, whose faces cannot be seen clearly, and who they are. They have been dead for countless hours.

He was exhausted and fell heavily from the air.

After retreating for 36 years, the morning before yesterday was at the critical juncture of breaking the barrier. Suddenly, he felt the spiritual energy rampant, wandering chaotically in the body, which only made his meridians almost burst.He vomited blood continuously, knowing that he was in danger and would die at any time, so he quickly meditated and did not dare to move.

Not long after, he forced a crimson worm out of his body.

Someone plotted against him, but he was still close to him.

The worm's name is Ai, and it loves to live in the meridians of Taoist cultivators, and lives by absorbing spiritual energy.Insect eggs are as small as rice grains, scattered with the wind, and can sneak in silently when they touch human skin. They are harmless and undetectable at ordinary times, but they are enough to kill people at the critical moment of breaking through the barrier.

The meridians of the whole body were almost completely destroyed by this thing!

After three days of meditation, he finally managed to save his life.I was already worried in my heart if something happened outside, and I didn't want to come out, but it was such a tragic scene.

The bleak fog shrouded the mountain, like a purgatory on earth.

He walked hurriedly, the corpses were jumbled together, he couldn't tell who was killed, but he was full of anxiety and resentment.Turning around the top of the hill, there were two corpses hanging on the tree. Their clothes were soaked by rain, but they pierced each other to death with their swords. The old palace master stopped under the tree with tears in his eyes.

The eyes are wide open without brilliance, cold and intimidating, one is his apprentice, the fourth palace master, and the other is his eldest son who is both civil and military.

That's right, the old palace lord has two sons, both of whom are soul cultivators with rare aptitudes.One is as quiet as a virgin, with a heart as fine as a hair, and his appearance and temperament are seldom matched by others, while the other is full of romance all day long, and stays by Master's side for half a step.

His lips trembled as he lifted the cold corpse from the tree.

After a long time no see, the apprentice and his son killed each other by killing each other.Aren't the two of them very close?

He staggered with the corpse in his arms, the raindrops were so cool, one drop after another, fell on his face.

~

Guan Lingdao was silent, his chest heaving.

"and after?"

"No one survived in the former Shangqing, and the front and back became a dead mountain, and the formation around the mountain was completely destroyed. He buried his son, unwilling to stay in this sad place, and left Shang Qing is gone. I don’t want to think that after decades, no one disturbs, the aura in the mountain repairs the formation by itself, and Shangqing Palace cannot enter or leave at will.”

Guan Lingdao's heart surged: "Did the master say anything about me?"

Ji Qingyan leaned his face on his shoulder: "Master Father saw the death of Shangqing, and he only wanted to seek death. The reason why he didn't do that was because he met a person before seeking death and promised him one thing."

"what's up?"

~

Flipping around like crazy in the pile of corpses, her hair was messy and her eyes were red.The surroundings were so quiet that only the rustling of the wind could be heard, tears mixed with blood dripped down his face, the old palace master gritted his teeth, and let out an unstoppable cry of rage.

Who killed, who killed?

There was a slight panting sound from among the collapsed rocks, and the old palace master felt a pain in his heart. He pulled the stone several feet wide with both hands and threw it back. He listened carefully, and the sound of breathing buried underneath was even clearer.He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, unable to use his spiritual energy anymore, he rolled up his sleeves and picked up the stones on the ground.

Someone is there, someone is still alive.

Anxiously removing the last stone, his movements stopped, his eye sockets suddenly sore, and he walked up with his eyes caressed.

There was a scarlet bloodstain on the ground, it was hard to tell whose bones and whose blood it was, it was too broken to piece together.Two heads were leaning together, one was smiling, as if he had already gone there contentedly, the other was leaning on his shoulder, with his arms folded, the white clothes on his body had already been dyed blood red, as if he was still holding him behind him .

The old palace lord squatted down.

The youngest son who had been looking for for a long time was finally found, but his eyes were closed and he did not move.

"Master..." The man's voice was weak.

"Dead?" The old palace master's tears fell.

"En." The man's fingers moved slowly, writing a few words on the ground.

【Before he died, he went away happily, and finally he never turned into an evil spirit. 】

"What... an evil spirit?"

The man didn't move for a long time. He closed his eyes as if he had no strength, and raised his mouth again.

【He had a simple mind and left happily...】

Before he died, he had no regrets and passed away happily. In the next life, he must be a person who loves to laugh.

The old palace lord suppressed tears, his voice choked up: "He was happy to die in your arms."

Hearing this, the man's eyelashes moved slightly, and the hand holding the young man tightened, his lips moved again, his eyes dimmed suddenly, and there was no movement.

The old palace master covered his eyes and knelt in the pool of blood without saying a word.

~

Guan Lingdao just felt that the headache was hard to dissipate: "What exactly did the master promise him?"

"No." Ji Qingyan shook his head and said slowly, "It's just that he has fulfilled what he said he promised. Now that his wish is fulfilled, he should leave."

Guan Lingdao didn't speak for a long time, and looked up.Master's eyes were warm and gentle, like drizzle pouring over his heart, Guan Lingdao understood without saying anything.

~

[The disciple and him... will forget everything in the next life, and will not know each other.The disciple begged the master to send him to the disciple's side in the future. 】The old palace lord lowered his head, stroked the heads on which the two were leaning, and said softly: "You can go at ease, in the future, no matter the ends of the world, my teacher will definitely send him to your side."