soul repair

Sitting in the rickety carriage, Guan Lingdao leaned his head on Ji Qingyan's shoulder, and wrapped his bony fingers around his waist.

Ji Qingyan looked down at him.

Changed to a weaker body, and his temperament is quieter than before, he doesn't like to talk, and the drowsy one just leans on him.He tilted his head, and his lips gently fell on his forehead. Guan Lingdao half-opened his eyes and said in a daze, "Is it there? Or something happened?"

"Still on our way."

They travel at night, and they can't be blatant during the day, pretending to be ordinary people traveling around.

Guan Lingdao stretched out his hands to grope in his clothes, without any thought of what he shouldn't have, and said to himself, "Hands are cold." This body is useless, and if he dare not move his soul energy, he really looks like a sick child It seems that there is no half strength.Ren Guanling's elixir with soul spells can be faked. It's like a different person from the inside out, and the internal organs have also become weak.

Ji Qingyan pulled off his outer shirt, sat on his lap with his arms around him, and wrapped it tightly again.Guan Lingdao leaned on his shoulder with a wry smile: "It's strange that ordinary people want to become immortals, but this physical pain alone is unbearable, and I wish I could get rid of it sooner."

From the kings to the poor, how many people lost their homes and property in order to become immortals, and how many people fought to the death in order to become immortals.Hundreds of years ago, there was a peerless emperor who helped his father conquer the world when he was young, and later seized the throne and rectified the government.It's a pity that he died so badly. He only wanted to seek the way of longevity. At the age of 52, he swallowed the "elixir" and died in Huangquan.

Youth stays forever, longevity is equal to heaven, people in the world are obsessed with becoming immortals, even if they abandon their wives and children, they will not hesitate to kill innocent people.

The carriage was bumping in the mountains, and the carriage also swayed. Guan Lingdao staggered and leaned against him for a while. Said in my ear: "Master is hard."

Ji Qingyan said nothing.

Guan Lingdao quietly opened his underwear, and put his palm on his hot chest, Ji Qingyan pulled his hand away: "Don't make trouble on the road."

Guan Lingdao thought to himself that he didn't know who made it hard first, his wrists were pinched by him and he couldn't move, so he nodded and looked at him quietly with a blushing face.After staring at each other for a long time, Ji Qingyan suddenly turned his body over and leaned against the car, without saying a word, he looked deeply into his eyes.

He lowered his head, pulled his fingers, and opened Guan Lingdao's pants.

Don't you want to?Guan Lingdao felt hot all over.

Swiping his finger down the navel, Guan Lingdao bit his lip, letting out barely audible gasps.Ji Qingyan didn't speak or move, he just looked down and caressed his thing with a finger.Guan Lingdao's heart was like hundreds of ants crawling around, unable to get what they asked for, the itch/itch was unbearable, he couldn't help but grabbed his hand and held it: "Master."

Without saying a word or moving, Ji Qingyan slowly hugged Guan Lingdao and sat on his lap, wrapped it tightly with his clothes, Guan Lingdao couldn't help but wanted to hook him again, Ji Qingyan put his body on his back without saying a word. Hugging her in her arms and not letting her move, she said softly, "Lingdao."

"Master." Guan Lingdao swallowed and became dizzy.

Ji Qingyan caressed the flickering red marks under the corners of his eyes.

I want him to ask for it but not get it, I often miss it, even thinking about myself when I dream.This kid is heartless, he disappeared for several months without giving him any news, and I don't know if he is thinking about himself or not?

"Did you ever think about sending me a letter when you were hiding?"

I thought about it, but at the beginning I was only concerned about Ren Guanling's death, and I only wanted to practice revenge, and I didn't want to implicate Ji Qingyan with the matter of soul cultivation, so I didn't do anything.It wasn't until later that Taoist Xiao Xiao couldn't catch him, and his blood was splashed on Jiutian Mountain in annoyance, and Ji Qingyan was arrested, that he woke up like a dream.

He didn't want to accumulate Qingyan, but this matter couldn't tolerate him. It didn't matter whether he wanted it or not, Taoist Xiao Xiao wouldn't make it easy for him.

"Master." Guan Lingdao hurriedly lay on his shoulder, "Master, master, don't be angry with me."

~

Sure enough, there were quite a few disciples of the Guixu Sect on Jiutian Mountain shuttling through the forest, and they heard that they were chasing souls and cultivating Guan Lingdao.The wind in Baihua City was so tight that many people didn't even dare to leave the door. The business of restaurants and teahouses dropped a lot, and the doors were empty, so many shops simply closed their doors.

Ji Qingyan and Guan Lingdao hid at the foot of the mountain for a few days, just waiting for the limelight to pass.The Hua family has dispersed, the Shuixingmen has been destroyed, and even Ji Qingyan is being chased and killed by Taoist Xiao Xiao. All the sects in the Southern and Northern Dynasties are as frightened as birds. I heard a lot of cannibalism and murder.

Although Taoist cultivators kill soul cultivators, they are really useful on weekdays.Originally, all things are in balance and mutually restrained, but the unimaginable cultivation technique of soul cultivation appeared. Since the day when soul cultivation was scattered out of the Shangqing Palace, this troubled world has become a foregone conclusion.

Seven days later, the disciples of Guixu Shenzong on Jiutian Mountain disappeared. Once the limelight passed, the streets gradually became lively, and there were more people visiting around Jiutian Mountain than usual.Guan Lingdao and Ji Qingyan pretended to be mortals on an outing, and quietly entered the Jiutian Mountain Range.

Passing by the mountain spring that was hidden that day on the road, the two stopped. The thousand-year-old ancient tree that had saved them with its roots was split in half by someone, and it was scorched black. Falling to the ground, the prosperous appearance of that day is gone, lifeless.

Guan Lingdao knelt down beside the ancient tree, bowed his head and remained silent.

"Did Xiao Xiao realize that it was this tree that protected you and me that day?"

"Probably."

His eyes became hot, and somehow his heart felt unspeakably uncomfortable, mixed with resentment, and he felt like crying.With his fingers caressing the branch, the branch actually moved, and it slowly moved towards Guan Lingdao and landed in his palm.

A ray of pure soul energy faintly scattered into his body, Guan Lingdao's chest hurt even more, and he knelt silently, like a disciple waiting to be taught his cultivation.The soul qi diffused in unhurriedly, wandered through the meridians, and returned to his sea of ​​qi.

Ji Qingyan looked at him without saying a word.

After a long time, Guan Lingdao stood up, with a low voice: "You recognize me, but I don't recognize you, and now you are dying because of me." He was silent again as he spoke, as if he didn't know what to do. Wisps of soul energy scattered on its branches, cut off and stuck in the soil: "I hope you will have a spirit in your next life."

I waited anxiously, and after an unknown period of time, the leaves on the branches inserted in the soil stretched and trembled slightly, and gradually became more alive unconsciously, like a young tree that has just sprouted buds.The two watched quietly for a while, and Ji Qingyan gently pulled him: "Go to your teacher and father."

"Yes." Guan Lingdao glanced at the broken branches of the ancient tree.

The two walked silently in the mountains, Ji Qingyan said to himself: "I don't know why this ancient tree saved us that day."

Guan Lingdao shook his head, his heart ached.Facing troubled times, countless casualties, innocent and intentional are all implicated in it, even the mountains and forests, which have nothing to do with the world, are not clean.

This ancient tree is so good, but it just helped him.

Those who help him will die, is this what Taoist Xiaoxiao wants to tell him?It's a pity that the soul of grass and trees is no different than others, there is no earth soul and no soul, as long as the sky soul stays alive, there is no need for the three souls to gather, and they can be reborn with branches.

Turning around the corner of the mountain, there is an empty space in front of my eyes, and there are a few clouds floating in the valley.Yun Ji Qingyan pointed to the broken hilltop in the distance: "I heard that it was where your old master and Yan Wu fought that day. I went to search for it later, but I couldn't find any trace of the corpse."

Guan Lingdao flew over.

The top of the mountain seemed to be broken by human life, covered by abrupt and uneven rocks, no trees or grass grew, the surface was scorched black, and there were traces of burning and chopping everywhere.It has been more than a year now, but the tragedy of that day is still vivid in my mind, I can't see the blood, but I only feel that it must be flying sand and rocks, and the sky is dark.

If it were him, he might not be able to withstand half a moment of effort.

The scorched traces turned all the way to the back mountain, stopped abruptly, and could not be found.

"It is said that when the fight was fierce that day, it suddenly became quiet, and the two of them flew away at the same time and disappeared."

"What direction?"

"I don't know."

Guan Lingdao flew in the air without saying a word, not daring to go too high, but just passed the treetops, and occasionally landed on the ground to check.Reluctant to leave for several days in a row, I searched and searched quietly, especially when I saw charred stones occasionally, looking for clues in the mountains.Some of these stones fell from the mountains, and some were burned by common fire. Guan Lingdao sometimes went in the wrong direction and had to turn back and look for it again.

After seven or eight days, they had flown to the northwest for more than [-] miles, and it became more and more remote and desolate. The mountains here were bare and lifeless, the wilderness was overgrown with weeds, and wolves came and went from time to time.

A large piece of stone on the mountainside was broken, pitch-black and scorched. Guan Lingdao looked at it for a while, then hurried forward, groping for the uneven stones on the mountain that looked like lightning strikes, and said in a hoarse voice, "It's here, it's here .”

Just looking at the rocks and trees here, one can tell that with the howling wind, lightning and thunder, the teacher and father must have fought and fled with Yan Wubian, I don't know who got the upper hand and forced the defeated one to come here.

Ji Qingyan pondered: "I'm afraid this is the place where the outcome will be decided that day."

Guan Lingdao landed on the mountain, using his long sword to cut the weeds and shrubs a few feet high, walking aimlessly on the roadless mountain.Ji Qingyan knew that he was afraid of seeing something he didn't want to see now, so he didn't dare to make a sound, didn't dare to ask anything, and just followed behind him.

Suddenly, Guan Lingdao walked quickly towards a pile of unclear things under the tree in front of him.Ji Qingyan walked a few steps, half sitting under the tree was a pile of white bones, his head tilted, half buried in the mud, he could barely see the dense skeleton, the scattered white beard and white hair fluttering around, but his legs were buried in the soil.

Guan Lingdao knelt down with a pale face, unable to look away, as if he had forgotten everything around him, and slowly pulled out the bony arm.

Ji Qingyan's breathing also stopped.

The white bones were already scattered in a mess, and they were hit hard before they died, and many places were almost broken into pieces.Guan Lingdao carefully looked at the skeleton's ragged clothes, then rummaged through the soil, and after a while dug out a hairpin that had fallen off. Suddenly, his breathing became loose, and he smiled: "Neither the material nor the hairpin belonged to Master. "

If it's not the teacher's father, then the old man's body must be Yan Wu.

Ji Qingyan's face also calmed down.

The master of the red sandalwood palace, who is so powerful and makes people change their faces, has now turned into a pile of bones that no one cares about in the wilderness.

Guan Lingdao dug out a few dirty and messy belongings from the soil, stood up beside him, and shook the clothes on the skeleton: "Yes, I remember that Yan Wu had clothes of this color, the skeleton of the old master Bigger than his, not teacher father."

Having said that, his tone is already much more relaxed, and the fear and tension just now have been swept away.Although Yan Wu never showed up, he never saw the corpse either. After all, he felt uneasy. Now that he is dead and relaxed, it is naturally different.

Guan Lingdao picked up a few of his belongings: "Yan Wu has a lot of contacts with Taoist Xiao Xiao, maybe there are some things around him, I don't know, I'll take them back to have a look."

"Ah."

Speaking of which, Guan Lingdao no longer cared about the bones, put away his belongings, looked up at the barren mountain, and continued to search along the unclear traces around him.

Yan Wu's death was a crushing defeat, and the teacher and father won. In this way, maybe he really survived.

Searching in the barren mountains and ridges until late at night, the valley was pitch black, but nothing was found, and the traces of the fight more than a year ago disappeared.Guan Lingdao walked in the mountains for most of the night, and said to Ji Qingyan: "Master, Master is really not here, I will go back and find Qingyi to find a way to contact him."

"En." Ji Qingyan pushed aside the thick branches in front of his face, "Find a place to rest, tomorrow I will go north to Cen's house, and then go back to find you."

Guan Lingdao said "hmm", then bent down and walked into a narrow cave next to him: "This place is quiet, I'll just sleep here for one night—"

His voice suddenly stopped, looking forward, the white light in Ji Qingyan's hand reflected an old man sitting cross-legged in the cave, with snow-white beard and hair, eyes closed and motionless.Guan Lingdao watched intently, walked to him quietly, and picked up the scattered Huoyang papers on the ground.

Ji Qingyan remained silent.

Kneeling down and gently touching the old man's face, the place he touched turned into a trace of fly ash, which fluttered down.Guan Lingdao burst into tears unknowingly, and said softly, "Father."

The old man didn't answer, Guan Lingdao didn't dare to touch him again, and slid down the wall with his knees hugged, his head buried in his knees.

Dead, no matter how much I wished for it, I was dead.

The soul-protecting sword on his waist slowly floated up, and stood respectfully towards the old man.

There were criss-cross scars on the old man's body, and the dried blood was all over his clothes, so deep that he was black.Ji Qingyan knelt in front of him, lowered his head and remained silent.

Before dying, with the last of his strength, he wrote him a letter to travel around the world happily.

The two people in the cave stood in front of the dead old man with a sword.

~

More than a year ago, the last day.

The old man stumbled into the cave, leaning on the wall beside him, and sat down as if collapsed, panting softly.

He looked at the blood gurgling from his body.

After living for such a long time, the building will collapse, and when people reach their end, even a real immortal will have no way to return to heaven.

The real qi flowed, and there was a sudden burst of pain in his body, the meridian was damaged, the real qi dispersed, and he didn't have much time left.

Hundreds of years ago, when he crossed the border, his Taoism was almost destroyed. In fact, his body has long been unable to recover. In recent years, he has grown old.

The reason why I didn't want to die before was because I had unfulfilled wishes.Now it is carefree.

No regrets, it's time to go.

The old man closed his eyes and hung his hands limply.

The eldest son is the eternal pain in his heart, two lifetimes before and after, two lifetimes missed, none of which can save his life.He had been looking for them decades ago, but the world was vast and the sea of ​​people was vast. When he finally found them, the elder son was already dead. Before he died, he tried his best to save the life of the nine-year-old son.

Incompetent, he is really incompetent this old thing.

People cannot be resurrected after death, even if they are heartbroken, they still have to protect the remaining young son to grow up.The nine-year-old son didn't recognize him. During the day, his eyes were red and he didn't speak, he didn't eat or sleep, and he ran away several times at night to ask for his brother. The memory is sealed, and at any rate, he stays by his side safely to raise an adult.

Ten years later, the youngest son finally grew up, and he had done what he was supposed to do.

Before he was about to die, his eyes turned like a revolving lantern, and the blurred figure of the eldest son appeared in his heart again, with tears streaming down his face.I feel ashamed in my heart, but as a father but unable to protect my son, the thought of it is painful.

Yan Wu's bones were broken by him, he watched the light in the man's eyes fade away, just like when his apprentice and son died.He also understands that the enemy has not been killed, but he is already old.

Trembling, he picked up a piece of Huoyang paper from his bosom, blew on it, and a line of words appeared on it immediately: "Yan Wu is dead, my wish is fulfilled, from now on I will travel all over the world, don't worry about it."

With a wave of the finger, the Huoyang Paper instantly burned.

As a parent, you should protect your children desperately. If you don’t protect them yourself, who will protect them?