soul repair

There have never been so many people in Guan Lingdao's life. Everyone has their own goals, wishes, and past, which made him unclear who to trust.He used to only have his master, and although his master often scolded him, he was always treating him well, so now he can't take anyone's words into account, and it's hard for him to fully trust anyone, so he can only firmly remember what his master said.

Master has said repeatedly that no one should know that he can hear the soul.

After Mo Zhongxian's incident a few days ago, Guan Lingdao also vaguely felt that the soul listeners were treated as rare magic weapons by various sects in the Southern and Northern Dynasties, cherished, but not regarded as human beings.Even without Master's reminder, he would not be willing to be used like this, so now he only wants to not be discovered.

He followed Song Guzhui to Ji Qingyan's yard to face the wall and thought about it. Not long after, Ji Qingyan came back from outside.Shi Knocking was originally here to look for him, and when he sat down in the yard, he handed Guan Lingdao's test paper up: "Boss Qin asked me to send it, please take a look at it."

Ji Qingyan spread out the test paper.He answered [-] out of [-] questions correctly, only one question was missing, and it was up to him to decide whether to punish him for copying books—this spiritual test was never worrying.

Ji Qingyan recited a few lines: "Get up at ten o'clock, exercise for three quarters in the morning, clean the inside and outside, clean and dust-free..." He stopped talking while chanting.

It's so neatly wrong that it doesn't seem like it was made up on the fly.

Shi Kousheng's heart was extremely complicated, he lowered his head and said nothing, only the sound of Ji Qingyan flipping the papers in the yard.

"Retake the exam after five days, and copy the door rules ten times if you don't pass the pass." Ji Qingyan put away the test paper, knocked on the stone and said, "You go."

"Yes, the Lord of the Third Palace." Finally, Shi Knocking Sheng didn't betray him on the spot, took a look at Guan Lingdao and left.

Ji Qingyan is busy today, and he doesn't care about Guan Lingdao, only Song Guzhui comes in and out from time to time.Guan Lingdao knew that he had caused trouble, so he was careful not to cause any more trouble, and he didn't dare to sleep again. In the evening, he finally went back safe and sound.

At midnight, the old man's voice came, Guan Lingdao put on his clothes, and flew out quietly.

This time, no matter what, we have to check things out.

The quiet and dark mountain peaks are faintly shadowed, and they look a little mysterious and terrifying at night, with a faint humidity floating in the air.The damned people have all died hundreds of years ago, and their souls have vanished into thin air. The further they enter the deep mountains, the thicker the atmosphere of vegetation becomes.

Guan Lingdao only felt more and more uncomfortable, his body was chilly, the wind suddenly blew up in the forest, and the leaves rustled.The less people there is, the colder it is, making people's hairs stand on end.This is the reason why the disciples are not allowed to come to the next few mountains - the hostility of the cold ghosts.

Going deeper, you can faintly see many ruins left over from the early years in the mountains.Guan Lingdao flew around a mountain blocking the way, and suddenly, a Taoist statue of more than ten feet stood out on the left and right.Standing proudly with a sword in his hand, the Taoist must have been very imposing back then, but unfortunately the surface layer turned into soil, turned into ashes, the mottled and peeled off, and even his face was incomplete, leaving only an empty bracket.

This is the pre-supernatant.At its peak, the former supernatant suddenly disappeared.

Guan Lingdao continued walking, stopped in front of the deepest mountain, landed in front of a desolate hall, and quietly poked his head inside.The hall was dark and gloomy, and the cold air came out from inside, even in the midsummer night, it made people shiver.

And the voice of the swaying old man teaching came from the hall.

The main hall is built of stone, and the surface is covered with green vine branches and leaves. It has not fallen down for hundreds of years.Guan Lingdao would never admit it even if he was afraid since he was a child, he smiled nonchalantly, and quietly flew in like a ghost.

He has been afraid of ghosts since he was a child, but ghosts are like people, they are the most capable of bullying the good and fearing the evil.The more you fear them, the more they bully you.

Even if you die, you have to die with a smile.

It was pitch-black in the main hall, and nothing could be seen clearly, except four huge pillars on the left and right, and the voice of the old man came from the main seat in the hall.Guan Lingdao flew closer quietly, but before he saw anything, the old man's voice suddenly stopped, Guan Lingdao's footsteps stopped, and he didn't dare to move while standing in the darkness.

Immediately afterwards, the old man seemed to move, the sound of chains being dragged on the ground, and the chilling air approached him.

Suddenly, Guan Lingdao's body was enveloped by a cold air, and the old man's voice rang in his ears: "Who is it?"

Guan Lingdao stood silently.

"Sit down and listen to the class." The old man said suddenly, "Don't ignore the door rules, come here——I know you can hear me."

Guan Lingdao's heart sank slightly.

The voice was as ordinary as teaching a student, as if the old man didn't know he was dead, and was teaching him that he was playful and ignorant, and the chains on the ground were dragging and swaying.Guan Lingdao didn't think that he just wanted to teach, so he still stood still. The old man had already returned to the main seat in the main hall, and he was reading the door rules one by one.

"Don't think about doing good, it is doing great good. This sentence can also be used as a way to get along with the same family. You don't have to keep it in your heart when you have done good things for your brothers..."

The old man spoke seriously, Guan Lingdao looked around, thinking about what to do next.Suddenly, the cold wind hit around him, and the old man came to him in an instant: "Who are you? You are not my student."

Guan Lingdao stopped in his footsteps.

He already had no students, but he didn't know it, and he had been studying here for hundreds of years in a cold and lonely place.Although the soul has not dissipated, the memory seems to be in a mess, as if everything else has been forgotten.The old man didn't seem to know what happened, and gradually calmed down: "Come here, come and listen to the class."

There was a chill on his wrist, Guan Lingdao knew that the old man was holding him with his soul energy, and followed him quietly.Not long after the old man stopped, Guan Lingdao looked up and saw a statue in front of him.

This was not the only statue in the hall, but Guan Lingdao was not in the mood to look around.The person in front of him is a Taoist who is twice the size of a real person, carved in stone, his body is slightly mutilated, but his face is still intact.

That Taoist man has a strong, long beard, and looks extraordinary just by looking at his demeanor. Guan Lingdao couldn't help but feel a little fond of him, and thought: Is this what this old man who teaches lectures looks like?It's really a bit of a fairy style.

There was a slight sound of water dripping to the ground from the statue, and the old voice came again: "Shangqing Gate Rules, remember?"

Guan Lingdao nodded involuntarily.

"Okay, I will officially accept you as a disciple of the Qing Dynasty from today." The old man's voice was a little hoarse and trembling, and he paused for a moment.

Guan Lingdao didn't make a sound.The old man said sharply: "Did you hear that? Remember the rules of the sect, don't knowingly commit crimes, and don't hurt fellow sects, otherwise I will personally punish you!"

The voice was stern and solemn, old and powerful, and one couldn't help but feel fear in his heart. Guan Lingdao didn't dare to be stubborn for a while, and said softly: "I heard it."

The old man's voice paused, and he seemed to be confused again, and he said to himself: "What day is it today, the Lord of the Seventh Palace should be back. What day is it today?"

"Ninth day."

"There are three days left, and I will be back in three days." The old man's voice returned to normal, "Sit down, I will continue to teach you, and I will talk to you about cultivation today. What kind of spiritual root is the new one?"

Guan Lingdao said softly: "Without spiritual roots, all spiritual roots will be destroyed."

"Since you don't have spiritual roots, you can't walk the road of Taoism." The old man's voice was flat, and he didn't think there was anything wrong with the destruction of spiritual roots. Bar."

Guan Lingdao didn't answer the words, nor did he leave. It took him a while to say, "How can you cultivate to become a fairy without spiritual roots?"

"I don't know, I don't know." The old man was stunned as if he was being asked, and his voice seemed to be very distressed, "I only know that the sunny day ruler and the falling rain cup, the two can make a fairy."

As he spoke, his voice became quieter. After a long time, the old man slowly laughed, "How long have I been here?"

Guan Lingdao didn't know what happened to him, so he didn't respond aloud.The old man didn't speak for a long time, but his consciousness suddenly seemed to be much clearer. He smiled for a while, and then slowly calmed down. His voice was somehow desolate: "Go, go, let me be quiet for a while."

After finishing speaking, the statue didn't make any sound at all.

Guan Lingdao looked up at him, is this over?

"Disciple, disciple, leave."

He was startled into a cold sweat by a series of events tonight, and his thoughts were in a mess. At this time, he heard the old man tell him to go, and he rushed out of the hall without having time to think about it.The sky outside was already brighter than before, Guan Lingdao thought it would be too late if he didn't rush back, so he raised his true energy and moved faster.

As soon as he rushed out of the hall, Guan Lingdao stopped suddenly, looking at the person standing facing the wind not far away in surprise.

What?Why is he here!

The sky was still dark, but the sky in the distance was edged with half an inch of red. However, even though his face was not clear in the morning light, Guan Lingdao did not have the slightest doubt that the person standing in front was none other than Ji Qingyan.

How could he follow him here?

Ji Qingyan walked towards him slowly, Guan Lingdao beat a small drum in his heart, and said with a smile: "The third palace master."

Ji Qingyan couldn't tell if he was angry, but he was still indifferent as usual, standing calmly in front of Guan Lingdao: "Guan Lingdao, tell me the whole thing today, don't hide it. Just a lie, I will personally teach you the rules of Shangqing sect."

After finishing speaking, he added in a nonchalant manner: "Today you dare to laugh in front of me again, and tomorrow you will start copying books in my yard until I say stop, understand?"

Guan Lingdao's face collapsed, and he couldn't smile at all.