soul repair

The water is still and the clouds are faintly hidden in the three mountains, and the wind is blowing in the dark and the warm painting stream.The fragrance of the rain at night is delicious, and the fog lightly enters the blue sky at dawn.

In this poem, the Yinyun written in the first sentence refers to Ji Qingyan of the Shangqing Palace.And Ye Yu in the third sentence refers to Cen Moxing, the second son of the Cen family in the Northern Dynasty.

The life of Cen Moxing is also quite legendary. When he was 12 years old, he suddenly disappeared from his home. His family members couldn’t find him anywhere. He grieved for half a year. He returned home by himself.Seven years ago, he went to the Red Sandalwood Palace to practice the soul-slaying technique. At that time, he met Ji Qingyan. Because of his extraordinary looks and rare cultivation, he was known as one of the four princes of the Southern and Northern Dynasties.

The aristocratic family and the sect have different ways of survival. The sect recruits disciples according to the aptitude of the fairy, regardless of their background. As long as the aptitude is good, they can join the sect, but the aristocratic family attaches great importance to blood.

Everyone in the world knows that spiritual roots can be passed on. If both husband and wife have good spiritual roots, most of the children born will have rare talents.The aristocratic family has always been proud of its bloodline, so it pays special attention to the marriage of the disciples in the family.

Disciples of the aristocratic family, regardless of gender, as long as their spiritual roots are good, they must stay at home.If someone wants to marry a woman from an aristocratic family with excellent qualifications, not only must he be extremely qualified, but most of them will also marry.Therefore, there are very few original marriages between families, and even if there are, it is just to strengthen the relationship.For example, Cen Moxing's concubine sister, because of her poor spiritual roots, was beautiful, and finally married the Lu family's son-in-law in the Southern Dynasty as a concubine.

Cen Moxing is the leader of the younger generation of the Cen family, that is, the future head of the Cen family. He had already decided on a marriage, but he was killed when he went out two months before the marriage.

"Cen Moxing was killed by someone with a high level of cultivation. Naturally, the grief of the Cen family is needless to say. After thinking about it, I feel that this matter is probably related to the deaths of several soul-slayers in recent years. Maybe the same person did it." San Chen After explaining the matter in detail, looking at Ji Qingyan's expressionless face, "What do you think?"

Everyone knows that soul-killing cultivators are important, but some people are secretly causing trouble. Now that even Cen Moxing is dead, what will happen in the future?The world of comprehension has already started a war, but everyone is fighting on the battlefield, but they are facing enemies. The enemy in the open is the soul cultivator, but who is the enemy in the dark?

"The disciple doesn't know."

Ji Qingyan lowered his eyes and thought deeply, he didn't know what he thought of, he hesitated to speak.

Sanchen looked at him, and said calmly: "Qingyan, you have not been in Shangqing Palace for a year or two, and I have watched you grow up. If you want to go to the Northern Dynasty, I will not stop you."

"Thank you, Old Palace Master." Ji Qingyan nodded lightly and stood up, "Let disciple think about it."

"If you want to take someone away, tell me earlier so that I can make some arrangements." Sanchen smiled and sipped his tea, and asked, "How is Guan Lingdao doing recently? Is he obedient?"

"Shang Ke." After two short words, there was no sound.

OK?Is that all you want to say?

"Do you want to take him out? It's more convenient to kill soul cultivators along the way." The kid was a little bit interesting, Ji Qingyan usually only plays chess alone, at least it won't be too boring to bring him by his side.

Ji Qingyan pondered for a while, then said slowly: "Even if you want to go out, you can't take him with you. The Central Plains is the world of the Red Sandalwood Palace. Once his talent to listen to the soul is discovered, I can't keep him."

"If you're not here, it's useless for him to stay here."

Ji Qingyan imagined that boy in apricot-colored clothes, playing the piano among the flowers and plants, and said lightly: "He came to Shangqing Palace, originally not to capture soul cultivators, but to take refuge."

Sanchen was a little surprised, staring at Ji Qingyan's whiteboard-like face for a while, but couldn't see anything, stroked his white beard lightly and said: "That's right, you go." When Ji Qingyan didn't want him to see through, Even with his experience, he can only guess a little bit, and sometimes he is not sure.

Ji Qingyan did not say anything wrong, but there was something wrong with him. With his temperament, when did he care what other people want to do when they come to Shangqing Palace?

If I think too much, the old problem of meddling in other people's business has recurred.

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Unknowingly, a few more days passed.

Several heavy snowfalls in the twelfth lunar month covered the whole mountain with white, and a glass of water in the room would freeze to ice before midnight.This weather is not only unbearable for people, but also difficult for vegetation to support.Guan Lingdao took care of the flowers and plants in the room carefully, and managed to survive more than a dozen pots, sitting next to him every day, practicing the art of melting souls.

These flowers and plants are raised by him, he has a good impression of him, and he is not defensive, so even though his soul fusion technique is very unfamiliar, he can blend with it.Soul Melting requires extreme respect, and it cannot be forced or threatened. It is like handing out a cup of tea, but you cannot force others to drink it or not.

Guan Lingdao waited quietly. After a while, the soul energy in his body merged with some slightly warm and warm breath, and the latter slowly flowed in.

Daoxiu absorbs the spiritual energy between heaven and earth through the spiritual roots in his body.Now that the aura is low, and the Dao cultivator has more heart but not enough strength, it is difficult to cultivate, but this hardly hinders Guan Lingdao.

Grass and trees are naturally able to slowly transform aura into soul energy, and then willingly send it to Guan Lingdao. This is the art of melting souls.

It's like it's raining, Daoxiu opens his mouth and expects the rain to drip in, while Hunxiu puts the cup outside the door until he has gathered a little half of it before drinking it.It's just that his current ability is low, and there are only a dozen cups around him, and his progress is not fast. When he can drive thousands of cups in the future, it will be different.

No one will be thirsty when it is pouring rain, but today's world is drizzle, and the disadvantages of Taoism are obvious.

The strange thing is, since soul art is so useful, why hasn't it been handed down and no one practiced it?No one in the cultivation world has even heard of it.

The soul energy of more than a dozen pots of flowers and plants was limited, Guan Lingdao opened his eyes in a moment, and sat beside Qin.The Guqin was given to him by Shi Knocking, and it is made of the most common paulownia wood. It is not expensive, but it is enough for him.

The sound of music attracts souls. When I was young, when I was playing the piano, I accidentally attracted all the evil spirits around me, and also attracted the evil spirits that have been haunting me ever since. I was so scared that I ran around and never dared to touch them again. Even my master reprimanded him for being careless. .The Shangqing Palace does not allow souls to enter at will, but it is unexpected that he can play the piano with peace of mind from now on.

I just wrote a piece of music yesterday, and I actually shed tears while writing it. This kind of emotion is really rare. Guan Lingdao took advantage of the excitement, and now he still feels heartbroken when he plays it again.

When I wrote it, I somehow thought of Ji Qingyan.He discovered that he was practicing soul art, and the two turned against each other. Ji Qingyan hated his betrayal and stabbed his sword into his heart.His cold body was lying on the ground, Ji Qingyan saw that he had lost any breath, suddenly woke up, regretted it, and sat motionless in the pouring rain.He closed his eyes ruthlessly, Ji Qingyan thought of the past, and thought painfully that he was just a soul cultivator and did not do evil, why didn't he listen to his explanation?But he just lay there in the torrential rain, so indifferent——

"What are you doing?" The calm voice brought him back to reality.

Guan Lingdao's hand stopped, and the strings stopped.This kind of scene of him dying and seeing him regretting it is really tiresome, and every time I imagine it, I feel inexplicably comfortable.

He lowered his head and stood up as if to cover up, with cold sweat on his back: "Why is the third palace master here?

"I'm going on a long trip in the near future. Before I leave, I want to clean up the soul cultivators near the Shangqing Palace. Pack up your things, and we'll leave in two hours." Ji Qingyan turned to leave, frowning again, "You were just here Play what?"

"Nothing, where are you going?"

"Central Plains."

This time he was stunned: "It's so far away."

"Yeah." Ji Qingyan walked out, "This time I'm going to stay outside for ten days and a half months, you should bring more things."