soul repair

The wind that has been blowing in the north and south for a whole year has finally calmed down.

The Guixu Shenzong was unexpectedly destroyed by the Shangqing Palace, and many people's jaws dropped.But these days, cultivation has the final say, Sanchen didn't even say hello, leaving a sentence "Let's forget about the past, whoever wants to kill Guan Lingdao, come and look for him", and brought everyone back to Shangqing Palace.

try to find?Find a fart.

The whole palace of Shangqing was protecting him, how could he be killed?

What's more, Sanchen said that the past is not to blame, and he will not mention the fact that various sects followed Guixu Shenzong to attack Shangqing. Everyone should think clearly about what to do in the future.

The Hua family, the Cen family, the Lu family and Shangqing have formed a contingent, even Yun Luozhen, who used to follow Taoist Xiao Xiao's side and obeyed, now often competes with Master Ji Sangong to learn chess skills.The Northern and Southern Dynasties changed for a while, and the Shangqing Palace already had a faint image of rising hundreds of years ago, so the soul cultivators of the Southern and Northern Dynasties, should they continue to kill?

If you don't kill, you have to have a reason not to kill.Without the restraint of Guixu Shenzong, soul cultivation is rampant, and I'm afraid it will become the world of soul cultivation from now on.

Thinking about it this way, Daoxiu is in danger, which makes people feel uneasy.Restless sleepless nights.

Since I feel that it is dangerous, I naturally want to uproot them when they are not in a good position.

"Most people still want soul cultivators to die." Guan Lingdao passed his hand over the paper, and a few black words appeared, and asked, "What's the next sentence?"

"The soul is reborn, and the three souls return to one." Shi Knocking also lowered his head and wrote, "The various factions are now meeting in Jiutian Mountain to discuss the future of soul cultivation."

"Shahun Xiu has been killing for ten years, and he can't transfer back for a while. It doesn't matter, just save these documents first."

Shi Knocking is very useful, Guan Lingdao led his soul into the ancient painting of Hua Luochun Twelve Palace Masters, Shi Knocking stayed there for half a day, and when he came out, he had already recited all the classics in the Zangshu Pavilion.After he went out, he locked himself in his room and wrote books day and night. Guan Lingdao felt sorry for him and came to help him from time to time.

There are always people who want to kill the aliens, even if they don't kill them openly, they will do it secretly.A few days ago, two soul cultivators died at the foot of Shangqing Mountain, but they were burned alive. The words "Shangqing Monster" were written next to their bodies.This matter could not be found out at the beginning, but it was the master who dragged out the two disciples.

This supernatural evildoer was naturally referring to Guan Lingdao.

Not to mention other sects, even in the Shangqing Palace, not all of them are of one mind.

Sometimes people's resentment is hidden in the heart, devouring and biting, which is more terrifying than confronting head-on.

However, most people are still willing to try and accept.The so-called human effort, whether the soul cultivation can gain a foothold in the Shangqing Palace, whether there is a way to survive, now depends entirely on Guan Lingdao.

For the sake of his brother and the future of soul cultivation, Guan Lingdao felt that he should be more sensible.

So he proposed two things to the master.

First, all soul cultivators who want to enter the Shangqing Palace must personally investigate their character and past. Those who have not killed anyone, or have been persecuted by the Red Sandalwood Palace, can enter the Shangqing Palace after the old palace master has seen it.These disciples were taught by Guan Lingdao himself, practiced the Tao of soul cultivation, and were bound by the rules of the Shangqing sect ever since.

Second, those who kill too much in soul cultivation have nothing to do with the Shangqing Palace.Those who teach the Soul Devouring Technique without authorization will be killed.

This is the only way for soul cultivators to survive.Although Taoism is not very clean, at least there are some constraints on the surface, and the lack of soul cultivation is this constraint.Before the world was in chaos, they only knew about encirclement and suppression, and no one stepped forward to point out the way for them, but now it is different.

As soon as the news was sent out, there was an endless stream of soul cultivators who came to join Shangqing, lingering outside Shangqing Mountain all day long, guarding and not leaving.

That's how the "supernatural evildoer" happened.

It is not false to say that he is an evildoer. At night, when the relationship with the master is the strongest, the master will softly call him an evildoer.

After thinking about it, he felt a little hot, and couldn't concentrate for a while. Shi knocked his voice and glanced at him: "There are not many left, I will do it myself. You help me send these written ones to Zangshuge."

Guan Lingdao picked up a whole stack of books: "I'll come back to you tomorrow."

He already has more than a dozen soul cultivator disciples, all carefully selected by himself and the old palace master, and they are following him to practice the soul fusion technique.

The art of soul fusion is the foundation of soul cultivation, but it is extremely difficult to get started, if you can't practice soul fusion, you can only rely on soul devouring to absorb soul energy.This is the first precept of supernatant soul cultivation, so no matter how difficult it is, these disciples have to work harder.Recently, Guan Lingdao combined the soul fusion with the eight-person soul array, and the soul fusion technique was really much simpler.

In the long run, there may be hope for soul cultivation.

Guan Lingdao sent the book to Zangshu Pavilion, and then went to the place where several disciples practiced. The disciples concentrated on meditating. He saw that there was nothing wrong with him, so he got up and flew to the courtyard of Ji Qingyan's third palace.

It was already dark, but Song Guzhui was still discussing matters with Ji Qingyan and a few deacons. Guan Lingdao understood that he couldn't get in the way here, so he nodded with a smile and went to the back room.Now his position in Shangqing is still embarrassing, he can see that some people don't like to see him.A few days ago, because his Shangqing was almost destroyed, even though he was protected by the old Palace Master and Master, others may not be relieved.

Guan Lingdao plucked his qin, and the sound of the qin was melodious. He was gradually fascinated by looking out the window.

There was a faint sound of a door closing behind him.

Not long after, someone gently touched the top of the head.

"Thinking about what?"

"...It's nothing, I'm thinking about something messy." Guan Lingdao seemed to have remembered something, and said with a smile, "Master, sleep first, I think of something, go out for a while and come back."

After going out for more than an hour, his body was covered in filth. Guan Lingdao washed his body, and when he returned to the room, it was already pitch black.Ji Qingyan's breathing was steady, he quietly got on the bed without making a sound, closed his eyes, and after a while, a pair of cool hands came up around his waist.

"Where did you go?"

"I didn't go anywhere, I just went to the back mountain."

Hands moved up his chest, and his back was close to his master. Ji Qingyan seemed to want to say something, but he hesitated but didn't speak. He gently pulled him over and pressed his body.

Tongue tangled in his mouth.

Guan Lingdao felt hot all over his body and felt pain in his heart. He gently pushed Ji Qingyan's waist: "Master...you don't have to, you don't have to..."

"Lingdao, it will get better and better in the future, so please bear with it."

"I know, Master, I know."

How could he not know what Master was thinking?He was somewhat frustrated by the attitude of the disciples of the Shangqing towards him.The master is always afraid that he will be sad, knowing that he likes to have sex with him, so he always seduces himself like this, seduces him hard, and loves him endlessly.

"Master...you don't have to..."

The voice of rejection suddenly turned into an unbearable groan.

Ji Qingyan's breath is also slightly heavier.Lingdao only guessed half of them correctly. Every time he saw him like this, he always wanted him to clearly feel his own existence, so that only himself was left in his heart.He is a selfish person, he wants to take this apprentice as his own, that is to make him only think about himself all the time.

It's just that he would never say it.

Guan Lingdao smiled, but his eyes were a little wet.The master is in his body, he has the master, the master also has him, Ji Qingyan likes to press him down from top to bottom when making love, the time is very deep, his body is sweating, his body is covered with his fragrance.

Guan Lingdao hugged his neck tightly.

Some pain, red eye sockets, heart ache, but still smiling.

"Master, you don't have to do this every day..."

Ji Qingyan blocked his lips and kissed him hard.This stupid apprentice, I am doing this for him, I love Wushan Yunyu with him so much, why doesn't this bastard understand?

He doesn't like to talk, is it just to compromise?

The two climbed to the top in a mess.The doors and windows were closed tightly, the quilt on the bed fell off, the upper half of Guan Lingdao was hanging outside the bed, crying so hard that Lihua was in tears, and tightly wrapped around Ji Qingyan's waist in an extremely unstable posture.

"Master...Master..."

Ji Qingyan pulled him back to the bed who was about to fall.Guan Lingdao lay down with his face up, and smiled: "One exercise to relieve thousands of worries, the master is indeed a master, and he can teach Lingdao some new principles every day."

Ji Qingyan didn't make a sound, and soon he raised his waist again.

Guan Lingdao hurriedly begged for mercy: "Master is on top, Master is on top, one lesson a day is enough. If you know too much about Lingdao, it will inevitably hurt your butt."

The two fell asleep facing each other, Guan Lingdao lightly nodded on his lips: "Smelly master, you use these fragrances to fumigate me every day, everyone knows that I let master fuck me to death at night."

A light kiss turned into a thin kiss, which became deeper and deeper. Guan Lingdao held his lips for a long time.

When you woke up the next morning, Guan Lingdao was no longer there.

There was the faint sound of a piano in the backyard. Ji Qingyan put on his clothes and flew to the backyard, only to see Guan Lingdao in an apricot yellow warm shirt, with a spring breeze on his face, sitting in the bushes halfway up the mountain, playing the piano.It is spring now, the mountains are verdant, and the sound of the piano is like a green wave sweeping across, attracting flowers and plants to sway with the wind.

Ji Qingyan looked from afar.

Seeing him appear, Guan Lingdao smiled and stroked his hand a few times, and came to Ji Qingyan's side with the piano in his arms: "Master! Master, do you know what I found this morning?"

"What?" What is the great truth in life?

"I have been searching in the mountains for several days, and recently I have attracted flowers and plants to inquire. Does Master know that there is another spiritual source in the supernatant underground? The one taken away by Xiao Xiao before is just a sub-source, and the mother source is still under the sub-source. , buried extremely deep."

"really?"

"Master doesn't believe that if you swim with me to the depths of the lake, you will definitely find some clues."

Ji Qingyan's face brightened slightly.

If so, the future of Shangqing is hopeful.

"Master." Guan Lingdao beamed with joy, "Let's go and tell the old Palace Master that the red sandalwood returned to the ruins is nothing compared to the spiritual land of the Shangqing Palace."

There are rows of tombstones in the back mountain. He and his master often pay homage to them when they have nothing to do. Some things are easy to forget, but these dead people, the brothers who hang on the tip of their hearts, and the teachers and parents who are indebted until death cannot be dissipated in a lifetime. Concern and miss.

One ebbs and the other, things will be reversed at extremes, the bleakness of the world has passed, and there will always be some tranquility.