soul repair

With a cushion and a cup of tea, Guan Lingdao looked at the paintings on the wall.

There was nothing good or bad from the outside, the man with the red letter on the painting was still bowing his head and writing as usual, but Guan Lingdao also knew that the painting was weak, so he couldn't let him enter for the time being.

"Who are you?" He took a deep breath and asked.

The inscription on the painting moved slowly, the gestures were messed up, and they were spelled into two strangely shaped characters.

【twelve】

"The lord of the twelfth house?" Guan Lingdao raised his heart.

【Um】

"Then do you know what happened back then?"

【I do not know】

I don't know, why don't I know?What happened back then, why no one knows what happened?

【I love drawing】

"I know, I can see it." You love painting, and Hua Luochun loves houses and crows, so you have a good eye for Hua Caixing who loves painting. Who can't see it?

【That day, I was drawing】

The spelling of the ancient painting was extremely slow, and the words used were as simple as possible. Guan Lingdao knew that he had exhausted all his strength, so he hurriedly said, "You don't have to force the zodiac master. If you can't do it, you can talk about it another day."

【Do not】

Guan Lingdao shut his mouth.

He sat quietly, waiting for the ancient painting to slowly piece together the events of the year.

After a long time, he put away the painting.

Hua Luochun was already standing at the door: "How?"

"It's too weak, let him rest well." Guan Lingdao put away the ancient scroll, his face tired, "I'll continue to heal it tomorrow."

"What did you ask?"

Guan Lingdao remained silent.He has been buzzing in his head since just now, and now he is still in a trance like a dream.

He turned his head to look at Hua Luochun, with a gloomy expression on his face, and said with a smile: "At that time, the Shangqing Palace was originally peaceful, but someone was teaching soul skills outside the Shangqing Palace, and many people died in vain. At that time, the old palace owner was retreating, and the matter was of great importance , so the two palace masters went out of the palace to investigate."

Those who went out to investigate were the sixth and seventh palace lords at that time, one was his brother, and the other was his master.

"and after?"

Guan Lingdao forced a smile again: "Later, um... After several investigations, the Lord of the Seventh Palace found that the person who secretly taught the soul art was his apprentice."

"Who is his apprentice?"

Guan Lingdao was silent for a moment and stopped talking.

Teaching soul art is a taboo in the Shangqing, and if you are not careful, it will cause chaos in the world. After the sixth and seventh palace masters found out about this, they rushed back to the Shangqing Palace, but the second palace master told him that not long after they left, the old man died. The youngest son of the palace lord, at that time the ninth palace lord of the Shangqing Palace, had already left quietly.

That's right, the culprit back then was none other than Guan Lingdao.

The sixth and seventh palace lords didn't believe him, thinking that he had some difficulties, and went outside the Shangqing Palace to find his whereabouts.The zodiac lord was young and couldn't care about such a big matter, and couldn't get in the way, so he could only watch from the sidelines.

I don't want the sixth and seventh palace lords to come back one day, fight with the second palace lord, and say that he framed the ninth palace lord.The lords of the fourth, fifth, eighth and tenth palaces were all on the side of the second lord, and the rest were at a loss, they didn't know what was going on, they were just trying to persuade them to fight.

That night, Twelve was still meditating in his room when suddenly his neck hurt and blood gushed out.

The person who killed him was the second palace lord, covered in blood, looking at the corpse lying beside him, and gently wiping his sword: "Twelve, don't blame me for being ruthless, you won't stand by my side."

He just didn't know that Twelve wasn't in his body at all at the time, he stood quietly in his painting, and saw his face at all.

There were screams and screams throughout the night. Even after hundreds of years, the fear of that night has never left.

Overnight, the supernatant became a dead mountain.

What happened?

"Twelve doesn't know what happened back then." Guan Lingdao lowered his eyes and said, "It's just that the one who killed him at that time looked almost the same as Taoist Xiao Xiao."

According to what Twelve said, the second palace lord was Taoist Xiao Xiao back then.Although the former Shangqing didn't rank according to the level of cultivation, but this Xiao Xiao, who got the inheritance not long after entering the mountain, can now be squeezed into the zodiac masters, which shows that the progress of cultivation is making rapid progress.

Guan Lingdao hung up another painting on the table.This is Yan Wu's painting found in the Red Sandalwood Palace. He had walked in with Ji Qingyan and Huacai before, and found the traces left by Ren Guanling on the top platform.

There was a light knock on the door.Guan Lingdao looked up: "Come in."

As soon as the door was pushed, Tsing Yi walked in and handed a small note into Guan Lingdao's hand.

Song Gu chased him that day, and Ji Qingyan followed him to Beichao to find the things that Mo Zhongxian asked him to hide. Ji Qingyan was very concerned about this matter, and Guan Lingdao didn't want to stop him, so most of the things here are related. Lingdao tube.

Guan Lingdao looked at the trivial matters on the note: "What do you mean?"

The girl in Muyi sent it here, using a secret letter from the Cen family, which means that Liaochen is from the capital of the Northern Dynasty, and he is a descendant of a famous family.I asked Knock, and he said that there was indeed a rare beauty in the Northern Dynasties in recent decades, but the beauty was unlucky, and she died at the age of 14.

"Who, how did he die?"

She is the youngest daughter of King Pingxi. During the Mid-Autumn Festival, the emperor held a palace banquet. She played with King Pingxi in the palace and killed the current prince and the seventh princess.The emperor was furious, saying that she was the incarnation of a monster and extremely cruel, so she was sentenced to death.

"Is this person Liaochen?"

Not sure, Knock and I want to go to Beichao to check.

Guan Lingdao thought deeply and didn't speak. The stone knocking sound said again: "You stay here to investigate Taoist Xiao Xiao. Mr. Lu and Patriarch Hua sent people to Shangqing Palace. Tsing Yi and I have nothing to do, but this matter can help Miss Mu Yi A helping hand."

Guan Lingdao nodded when he heard the words: "Be careful on the road."

Shi Knocking took Tsing Yi away.

Guan Lingdao looked at the painting, closed his eyes, and his soul left his body.

The higher the cultivation level, the freer the soul will be when it leaves the body. Although it is not clearly stated in the book, Guan Lingdao vaguely feels that when the cultivation level of the soul reaches the highest level, the soul soars between the sky and the earth. Chengxian is a completely different existence.

Where did soul cultivation come from?

The soul drifts into the painting again, the eyes are dark, the whole body is cold, the soles of the feet are on the ground, and there is still the Lingshui Lake that can restore the soul.

Guan Lingdao walked slowly up the original path, lightly drawing the traces left on the wall with his fingers.

Last time I was in a hurry and couldn't take a closer look, but this time I have plenty of time.The traces were deep and shallow, criss-crossing, but not as shocking as those of wild animals. Guan Lingdao compared them with his hands, and they were indeed drawn by human fingers.

Although he couldn't see the blood dripping at that time, he could still guess how much pain this person had suffered.

Who the hell is locked here, fingering like crazy?

Slowly going up the stairs, Guan Lingdao pushed open one door after another.The soles of the feet are frozen by the cold stones, except for the faintly scattered spirit stones around, this place is just a bottomless tunnel.

The deeper it is, the closer it is to the spiritual vein, the more suitable it is for people to practice.

Guan Lingdao's face became more and more serious. When he came last time, he just felt strange, but this time he was somewhat sure.

This place was originally in the Shangqing Palace.

Unknowingly, the last door has been pushed open, and a little bit of moonlight shines from the hollow above the head, reflecting the white jade tablet in front of him like an illusion.He had been here last time, and the place hadn't changed in any way. The words Ren Guanling carved in front of the white jade tablet were still there, as if time had stopped.

Guan Lingdao looked around. There are eight doors here. It's time to find out what's going on below.

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The length of time is never clear in the dark.

From cautious to familiar to careless, he has already entered and exited four doors, and each door is connected to a deep and bottomless tunnel. Same.

Nothing, nothing, no one in sight.

Guan Lingdao caressed the traces left on the wall, shallow and almost indistinguishable, unable to tell what they were, but vaguely felt that they resembled them.Some tunnels have tunnels, but some are flat and smooth, and nothing can be seen.

These traces were thousands of years old, Guan Lingdao felt a little confused, what was going on, how long did the lunatic imprisoned here live?

What Twelve said made him more or less grudged. What happened back then? Since there was no rule of breaking the door, why did he escape from the Shangqing Palace?

Pushing open the fifth door, Guan Lingdao walked down with ease.

The same is the silence of the night.

The wall was flat, and there were no scratch marks left, so it could be seen that no one was locked here...Suddenly, his body froze.

Beside the Lingshui Lake, sat a man with his head down.

Guan Lingdao suddenly woke up, standing in front of the door, not daring to make a sound, just watching.Who is this, the person who was irrelevant to Yan?

The man was disheveled and his clothes were ragged, as if he couldn't see him at all, holding a small wooden stick and paddling gently on the ground.Guan Lingdao raised his heart uncontrollably, and asked softly, "I'm offending you by mistake, may I ask—"

The man was still rowing as if no one else was there, and there was a faint sound of chains on his wrist.

Guan Lingdao could see clearly that the man's neck, wrists and ankles were all locked, and he was tied and nailed to the wall. When he pulled lightly, the chains would sway softly.

He still lowered his head, as if the only thing left in the world was the small wooden stick in his hand, the sound of ding-dong water falling on the stone, tick-tock in the silence.

It's not that this man ignored him, but that he didn't know the existence of Guan Lingdao at all.

Guan Lingdao walked slowly.

Like Hua Luochun's ancient paintings, people here can't see him because they don't really exist.

What he sees now is just the image of that year.

Guan Lingdao walked up to him lightly, and looked down at what he had drawn in the mud with a small wooden stick.

That's two words.

【Master】

Written over and over again.master.

Guan Lingdao stopped in front of him and looked down at his muddy face.

So it turned out that he was here... When the sixth and seventh palace lords went out to look for him, he stayed quietly in the Shangqing Palace and didn't go anywhere.