soul repair

The soft sound of the rain was empty, and the ancient temple was completely silent. The firelight reflected Guan Lingdao's peach blossom eyes, and he couldn't see the usual ecstasy, only felt that they were pitifully swollen.

How many people died around me, how many innocent souls were born in the world, just because of one person's selfish desires.

Guan Lingdao smiled: "Master, there are still many good people and few bad people in this world. How many people died because of my useless thing."

Teacher's father, brother, brother Yunsheng, the soul cultivator involved by thousands of innocent people... He is the treasure of Taoist cultivation, but why did the master take this matter to heart?If the teacher and father had known his identity earlier, wouldn't they have tried their best to protect him?

Ji Qingyan said: "I will protect you from now on."

Guan Lingdao burst into tears: "The reason why my brother let me live is not because he wants me to live, but because he wants me to kill that enemy. Master, Lingdao owes you in this life, and he owed you in the previous life. Lingdao I just want to ask you one thing, no matter what in the future, if Taoist Xiao Xiao can be killed, Master must not worry about Ling Dao's life."

Ji Qingyan remained silent.

"Master."

"You have a deep blood feud with him, and I will give up my life to help you make his soul disappear."

Guan Lingdao leaned on his lap and clasped his fingers.

... Such a good master, if you can marry him, wouldn't it make people feel no hatred in this life?

It's just that it's a bit of a rogue to say this, and he feels shameless to say so...

"How did master know that my brother and I fell into the rain cup on a sunny day?" he asked.

"You want to know, I need to take you to meet someone." Ji Qingyan glanced at his pale face, "Go?"

Guan Lingdao rolled over and sat up: "Lu Shenyu couldn't sleep well, Master took me to see it."

Ji Qingyan stood up, soundless like a puff of green smoke, and flew out first.

Guan Lingdao quickly followed.

One after the other, I saw white clothes flying in the night, and I don't know how long they flew. When they stopped, the sky was already slightly bright, and accompanied by the morning rain, it was gray and gray.

Song Guzhui had already received the news and was waiting in the forest.

"The third palace master." He said.

Guan Lingdao didn't have time to greet him, so he only heard Ji Qingyan say: "Are you there?"

"Since I was brought out of the Qi family's cell, I have been sitting quietly." Song Guzhui pointed to the young man in black sitting by the river, "Just waiting for the third palace master to come and ask questions."

That young man Guan Lingdao recognized him, he glanced at Ji Qingyan silently, thinking what the master brought him to see this person for?

Ji Qingyan landed in front of the young man in black: "Don't come here without any problems."

The young man in black didn't raise his head when he saw him, and said in a low voice: "What is the purpose of the third palace lord to bring me, a sinner from the Cen family, out? Mo Zhongxian committed suicide, and no one knows where the things he hid are. Neither am I."

Without making a sound, Ji Qingyan took out a small cloth bag from his sleeve, opened it, and placed it in front of him.

When Cen Moxing saw the thing in the cloth bag, he suddenly seemed to wake up, his eyes were red, his breathing was short of breath, and he reached out to grab it without thinking, but he didn't want the black iron chain on his wrist to shake.

Guan Lingdao had seen him many times, but he had never seen him in such a hideous and terrifying state, as if he was a different person, his usual refined and refined appearance had completely faded away, he looked like a wild beast.

He lowered his head to look at the thing in the cloth bag, but it was a transparent drop of water, pure and flawless, as if it could flow.Guan Lingdao's heart surged for some reason: "Master, what is this?"

"Falling raindrops."

Guan Lingdao looked at the cloth bag and said nothing.

The falling raindrops are the Taoist treasures that were refined by imprisoning him and his elder brother in the Soul Refining Pagoda!

"This is what Mo Zhongxian got from refining your soul that night." Ji Qingyan took out another small bottle and poured out something, but it was also a drop of pure and flawless water. Ning, Qi Ning got the raindrop from the Red Sandalwood Palace and gave it to me, it is this one."

He put two falling raindrops on Guan Lingdao's palm: "Do you see the difference between these two?"

At first glance, there is no difference, but when you look closely, you can see that the one made by Mo Zhongxian is crystal clear and full of brilliance, but the one given by Qi Ning is only clear, far less brilliant than the one next to it.

"What does Master mean?"

"The red sandalwood palace refines the soul of an ordinary soul cultivator. When it is refined, it is extremely turbid. It has to be refined many times before it can reach this state. It is a pity that it is still far from your soul and Ren Guanling's. "Ji Qingyan looked at Cen Moxing who was gnashing his teeth, "Yan Wuxian is refining his soul viciously, that's why."

Cen Moxing closed his eyes and said nothing.

"It doesn't matter if you don't tell me, I've already guessed a lot." Ji Qingyan said slowly, "Do you know why Yan Wu treats you well?"

Cen Moxing sneered: "Don't worry about the third palace master, Master treats me like heaven and earth compared to your Cen family!"

Ji Qingyan was unmoved, and his voice was still up and down: "Have you often felt itchy and anxious in recent years, and it only gets better when you use this raindrop?"

Cen Moxing snorted coldly: "This is my business and has nothing to do with you."

Ji Qingyan stared silently and said, "Do you know what you will look like in the future if things go on like this?"

Cen Moxing gritted his teeth.

Ji Qingyan turned around and turned his hands away: "We found traces on the wall that seemed to be scratched by fingers in Yan Wuxiu's cultivation place. I thought he was imprisoning someone there, but I couldn't figure it out. The land is very important, if you are not careful, your spiritual roots will be damaged, how can outsiders be allowed in? Recently, I have come to realize that in fact, he has no one at all."

He raised his head and said word by word: "Those marks on the wall were scratched out by himself."

Cen Moxing's eyes flickered.

"Falling raindrops should not be used frequently. After a long time of use, they are addictive. At first, it is just a tingling in the heart, and then it hurts. At the end of the day, it is like scratching the heart with claws. I wish I could kill all the people in the world, just to relieve the pain for a while. .”

Cen Moxing's lips trembled: "Master, I am willing to teach you!"

"Really?" Ji Qingyan said slowly, "Do you know that when Yan Wu took you away, he didn't know your real identity, but regarded you as me?"

Cen Moxing's eyes were red.

"He taught you hand in hand and sent you raindrops. Do you really think he regards you as his son?"

"What do you mean?"

"Yan Wushang was hurt by me in his life, and he couldn't recover for many years. He hated me so much. In this life, he has done all kinds of things to you, turning you into a confidant, and giving you raindrops. Can't you guess why?"

Guan Lingdao's heart skipped a beat.Could it be...?

"I want me to be addicted to Luoyudrop, I want me to hunt down Guan Lingdao for him, I want me to become a bloodthirsty and brutal person, I want me to personally refine Guan Lingdao's soul in the Soul Refining Tower!" Ji Qingyan's voice was cold Leng Qingqing, "All he wants is to wait until I torture Guan Lingdao to the brink of death before telling me the truth about his previous life. All he wants is the pleasure of watching me kill the person he loves."

Cen Moxing's hands shook violently.

"It's just that he caught you. By the time he understood, I had already left Cen's house and had nowhere to be found." Ji Qingyan didn't look at him. It's just people."

Cen Moxing's eyes were red, and he stared into the distance in a daze. Suddenly, there was a sound of a hammer hitting a chain, and another sound of continuous knocking, mixed with the sound of low-pitched weeping. His heart ached and he was too sad to listen to.

Ji Qingyan stood motionless until he was tired from crying and fell silent with his head bowed.

"You have killed countless people, and you cannot escape your crime, but you are not the only poor person in the world." Ji Qingyan turned to look at him, "Do you understand?"

Cen Moxing remained silent.

With a wave of his sleeve, Ji Qingyan pulled his body straight up, and looked into his eyes coldly: "Say, how can we kill Taoist Xiao Xiao?"