soul repair

Guan Lingdao opened his eyes.

The voice came from the town, it was empty and far away, sad and old, making people unable to sleep at all.The people around were either meditating or lying down to rest, obviously no one heard it, only Guan Lingdao himself.

He immediately rolled over and sat up.It's a bad thing, some soul cultivators are killing people!

The voice was long and full of pain and resentment, making one's hair stand on end in the silent night, Guan Lingdao's breathing became slightly heavier, and he lay down calmly again.Even if there is a soul cultivator, it doesn't matter, Mo Zhongxian must have heard it, and he will open the door in a short time.

He closed his eyes and waited. Mo Zhongxian's door was tightly closed, and there was no sign of opening it.The sound of pain in the distance did not slow down at all, but there were signs of drifting closer and closer.

how?The slain souls are coming here?

Guan Lingdao looked at Mo Zhongxian's room and sat up slowly.The soul cultivation this time was different from the last time in Xihua Village, it was methodical and not as chaotic as Qiu Zhiye's, and the soul power seemed to be stronger, enough to make the soul so painful that it wished to fly away.

Guan Lingdao came to Mo Zhongxian's door quietly, dipped his finger in saliva, and gently poked a small hole in the greaseproof paper on the window.There was a faint breeze blowing around, Guan Lingdao was slightly cold all over, but he didn't pay much attention to it, he just looked into the room through the small hole.

It was very dark, very dark, and I couldn't see anything clearly, but there was a faint smell of fire.

Guan Lingdao frowned and stood up straight, quietly opened the door, suddenly the wooden door snapped loudly, Guan Lingdao turned his head immediately, and saw Ji Qingyan standing behind him coldly and gloomy, wearing only a white Taoist robe .

The lights in the room were lit instantly, and Mo Zhongxian's voice came: "Who? What's the matter?"

Ji Qingyan walked in, Guan Lingdao stood still at the door, not long after, there was a commotion inside, and Mo Zhongxian said calmly: "Master Ji, is there something for me?"

The people who were sleeping around gradually woke up, the torches were lit, and they couldn't figure out what happened.Song Gu Zhui walked over quickly, and entered the room with a solemn expression: "What happened?"

Mo Zhongxian sat cross-legged on the bed, showing no signs of sleeping just now, his body was covered with bloodstains from Mo Boxian's corpse, and the smell of corpse decay had not dissipated.There was a brazier beside him, and inside it was black ashes that had just been burned, and Mo Zhongxian's face was as indifferent as a white board.

Song Guzhui couldn't react for a while, he kept his mouth shut and couldn't speak.

Ji Qingyan sat down quietly, flicked his sleeves, and the door slammed shut. "Who taught you?" he asked.

The clutter outside was immediately cut off, and the room was much more secluded.

"Who taught me what?" Mo Zhongxian looked a little unclear, so he opened his eyes wide, "I can't sleep at night, and I miss my brother when I get up, what does Palace Master Ji mean?"

Ji Qingyan looked at him coldly.

Song Guzhui's heart felt cold, and he reluctantly said: "The third palace lord has been killing soul cultivators for five years, don't let him test the soul energy in your body, not to mention the pain, if there is, it will be a dead end."

Mo Zhongxian's face turned blue and pale, as if he had been poked into a sore spot, watching them refuse to speak.

"Go and send someone to see if Bai Lin is dead." Ji Qingyan said calmly.This was said to Song Guzhui, but his eyes were on Mo Zhongxian.

Song Guzhui's thoughts were chaotic, and he left without saying a word.

"Who taught you this?"

Mo Zhongxian's face was gloomy, he gritted his teeth: "What's the matter with you?"

Ji Qingyan stopped speaking and closed his eyes.Not long after, Mo Zhongxian's breathing became heavier and more anxious, and he said angrily: "What do you know about me and my brother!"

Ji Qingyan still didn't make a sound.He has never been a good listener, and it is difficult to sympathize with others. Every family has its own grievances and pasts, and no one is more comfortable than the other.

There are laws in the world of cultivating immortals just like in the mortal world, which is the best thing, and making decisions is much simpler and clearer.The one who snatches the house dies, the evil devil heretic dies, and the soul cultivator dies. It has nothing to do with his willingness or unwillingness. Black and white are clear, and the law-breaker dies. There is no room for maneuver.

Mo Zhongxian's voice trembled: "You are a heartless and ruthless person, cold-blooded and arrogant. You can tell from your appearance that no one has ever bullied you! Have you ever been stoned, have you ever been ridiculed for being ugly and short? , Have you ever been scolded as an unknown person? Surely not, right? Because you are lucky!"

With Ji Qingyan's eyes closed, he couldn't tell what was going on in his heart, it only made people feel that he was indifferent and emotionless by nature, and he was indifferent to anything.

"Our two brothers have been bullied by the townspeople since we were young, but we depend on each other for life, and we don't have any wishful thinking. A few days ago, my elder brother saved Bai Lanxin, but instead of being grateful, Bai Lin let the servants send him away with sarcasm. Didn't you send someone to investigate? My brother was ridiculed for wanting to eat swan meat, and people in the town also insulted and trampled us. He didn't do anything, why did Bai Lin bully others? He can bully others, so why not allow his brother to bully him with the power of the Qing Palace? I don't care if Bai Lanxin likes her brother! His granddaughter is of noble birth, so let her Marry a dwarf that no one looks down upon!"

Ji Qingyan acted as if he didn't hear, and still didn't speak.

Mo Zhongxian's voice trembled unnaturally: "Do you think human nature is good? If it weren't for my rare ability to listen to souls, who would care about us? What if I beg you to marry my brother? Isn't Bai Lin acting so domineeringly?" Yes, and created such a big family business? We are not as deep-minded as he is, double-faced, and believe his words. He is more damned than my brother!"

As he was talking, he suddenly laughed again, a little eerie and weird, as if he remembered something funny: "Have you thought about it? Actually, if the townspeople hadn't paraded me through the street, you Shangqing Palace wouldn't have known about this white In Ping Town, there is me who listens to the soul. If you don't come, my brother won't die, and he won't die either. After all, didn't Bai Lin kill herself in the end?"

Ji Qingyan opened his eyes quietly, the door opened, and Song Guzhui walked in quickly: "Bai Lin is dead, he died peacefully in his sleep, if I didn't ask in the middle of the night, I'm afraid I won't find out until tomorrow morning. "

When he said this, he turned his head to look at Mo Zhongxian, and saw his gloomy and blue face suddenly trembling with a smile, Song Guzhui's expression was complicated and uncomfortable, and he turned his head and continued to look at Ji Qingyan.

"Let Qingyi send a message to the old Palace Master, saying that Mo Zhongxian has practiced soul art and cannot follow us back." Ji Qingyan stood up, as if he didn't want to say anything more, "Invite the Red Sandalwood Envoy here."

Mo Zhongxian's face changed slightly, and he said to Song Guzhui in a panic, "What are you going to do? I won't go with them."

Song Guzhui didn't look at him at this time, and whispered to Ji Qingyan: "Palace Master, he only killed one person, is there room for maneuver?"

Ji Qingyan said in an unwavering voice: "Who taught you soul art?"

Mo Zhongxian lowered his head and did not speak.

Ji Qingyan said no more, and said briefly: "The soul cultivator dies."

Mo Zhongxian jumped off the bed with an excited voice: "I killed, killed the murderer of my family, even though he died without regret! Do you think the reporter can deal with it fairly? Can you tell me which yamen nearby did not collude with him, and which yamen He will be condemned! No one will give me a way to survive, and I will take my life for revenge. Your cultivation world deserves to be finished! You deserve to die! Let me tell you, I wish that soul cultivators would spread all over the Southern and Northern Dynasties, and that the world would become a purgatory!"

Resentment abounds before death, and hostility after death.

Song Guzhui's face was ashen, he caught the wind in his sleeve, and threw Mo Zhongxian to the ground.Mo Zhongxian's mouth was bleeding, and he was covering his ribs in front of his chest, his face turned pale.

Mo Zhongxian sat up with difficulty, with tears in his eyes: "None of you really want to help me, this person is really my savior."

Guan Lingdao stood at the door and listened silently, while Shi Knocking was standing beside him, following him to pay attention to the movement inside.The two of them didn't say anything when Mo Zhongxian said that. Shi Knocking suddenly sighed softly: "In fact, there is not much difference between the human world and the world of cultivating immortals. As long as you can't live with the sky, anyone is selfish. .If it weren't for Mo Zhongxian's ability to listen to souls, who would take him seriously? It's just mutual use."

Guan Lingdao didn't respond, he was thinking about not only this, but also another thing.Just now he sneaked to see Mo Zhongxian, wondering how long Ji Qingyan had been standing behind him, would he have noticed something?

Suddenly, the door opened from the inside, and Ji Qingyan walked out with downcast eyes.Guan Lingdao didn't know if he was thinking too much, but he always felt that when Ji Qingyan passed by him, he gave him a meaningful look.Guan Lingdao greeted with a smile: "Third Princess."

That tone sounded unserious, Ji Qingyan ignored him, just stood not far from him.

The disciples all looked at Ji Qingyan without saying a word, not knowing what happened, waiting for his order.Not long after, there was a commotion in the crowd, and the red sandalwood envoy walked over the crowd.

"Mo Zhongxian has practiced soul art?"

"good."

"Mo Zhongxian is a person who can listen to the soul, and he needs to follow me to the Central Plains."

Ji Qingyan looked at him: "Once a soul cultivator starts cultivating, it will be difficult to stop. For a person who listens to the soul, the Red Sandalwood Palace will even break the laws of the fairy world?"

"That's right." Zitan shook the chain around his waist slightly, "The Zitan Palace has recently developed a technique for clearing soul energy. After practicing this technique, the soul cultivators with shallow knowledge and few kills may return to normal people. Although Shangqing Palace has no ability, but if we watch Mo Zhongxian carefully, it is impossible for him to cultivate his soul again."

Ji Qingyan's eyes raised inadvertently.

Song Guzhui came out of the room, and stood quietly beside Ji Qingyan, desperately wanting to speak, but restrained himself from making a sound.

The Red Sandalwood Envoy said again: "Mo Zhongxian has reached such a point that the Shangqing Palace is powerless. In the Southern and Northern Dynasties, there were no more than ten people who could listen to the soul. It is extremely precious. Let him follow us back to make up for it."

Ji Qingyan was silent and didn't make a sound. Suddenly, there was a slight sound of flapping wings. Ji Qingyan raised his hand and quickly caught something falling from the sky.

Guan Lingdao said softly, "What is that?"

"It should be a letter from the old palace lord." Shi knocked his voice down.

Ji Qingyan spread out the note and took a look, then turned his head to Song Guzhui and said in a low voice: "The old palace master has ordered that Mo Zhongxian has already practiced soul art, and it has nothing to do with us from now on. If Red Sandalwood Palace wants to take him away, Shangqing will not intervene from now on—bring Mo Zhongxian out."

When the letter from Scattered Dust comes, it means that the dust has settled.

"Yes." Although Song Guzhui's expression was still calm, his back was already drenched with sweat, and he turned and went back to the room.

Everyone had been busy for several days, and they couldn't sleep well. At this time, they heard that the matter had been resolved. Although the person who listened to the soul was still not admitted to the Shangqing Palace, there was finally a result, and they whispered joyfully.

Not long after, Song Guzhui pulled Mo Zhongxian out, Mo Zhongxian lowered his head and refused to speak, but his body trembled a little, and said in a low voice: "I won't go, I won't go to the Red Sandalwood Palace."

That voice was terribly frightening, but Song Guzhui ignored him, and the red sandalwood envoy took Mo Zhongxian's wrist: "What do you want to bring?"

Looking at his mask, Mo Zhongxian was a little frightened, and it took him a long time to say: "I, I have to pack some things before leaving."

The red sandalwood envoy nodded, and ordered a yellow-clothed envoy beside him: "Take him inside to tidy up."

Mo Zhongxian turned his head to look at Song Guzhui again, Song Guzhui looked at the ground and ignored him, Mo Zhongxian's eyes were red, so he had to follow the yellow clothes to enter.After an unknown amount of time, Mo Zhongxian came out in clean clothes with a small burden on his back.The red sandalwood envoy cuffed one of his wrists with a chain around his waist, and Mo Zhongxian followed him involuntarily, with his head bowed in silence.

He walked reluctantly, and his footsteps were a little slow, as if his mind was unfinished and his emotions were hard to calm down.After walking a few steps slowly, Ji Qingyan's voice came from behind him: "After Bai Lin promised your brother to marry Bai Lanxin, Bai Lanxin hanged himself that night. Fortunately, she was found by the maid and saved her."

This is where the words come to an abrupt end, and there is no further text.Mo Zhongxian stopped in his footsteps and stood there in a daze without speaking.

Sometimes to kill a person, you don't need any soul skills, and you don't need to let the dog go.

"Is Miss Bai okay?" Mo Zhongxian was quiet for a moment, his voice trembling and hoarse, his eyes were a little red, "There are very few people in the town who are kind to my brother, is Miss Bai okay?"

"It's safe and sound now."

Mo Zhongxian choked up, and couldn't help making a strange sound from his throat, which he couldn't control for a long time.

Finally, he calmed down and managed to maintain a calm expression: "The person who taught me the soul technique came in from a dream yesterday, and I don't know who he is." There is nothing more to say here, Mo Zhongxian never looked back, and said to Zitan, "Let's go."

The group of people gradually moved away and disappeared at the end of the road.

The messy night finally came to an end, and the morning sky showed a trace of whiteness.

Ji Qingyan turned his head and looked at Guan Lingdao meaningfully.Seeing his eyes, Guan Lingdao couldn't help but feel hairy, coughed lightly and said with a smile: "The third princess is so wise, she solved such a difficult matter so easily, the last sentence is really unprecedented, and there will be no one in the future." , if it wasn't for the intelligence of the third princess, then Mo Zhongxian—"

"Guan Lingdao, from tomorrow onwards, you go to the alchemy room to watch the furnace for me." Ji Qingyan interrupted his long speech.

Guan Lingdao stood where he was, shut his mouth and did not speak.