soul repair

After meeting the head of the Hua family abruptly, Guan Lingdao waited until he was far away before raising his head, and said with lingering fear, "Just now I just glanced at him, and I felt my heart beating faster."

It is said that Hua Luochun's eyebrows are captivating, as long as the concentration is not strong, men and women will be moved when they see it. He just took it as an exaggeration and echoed others. It seems that he has short-sightedness, and the words in the book are true.

The stone knocking sound also turned blue: "It's terrible."

Turning to look at Ji Qingyan, expressionless, unmoved at all, Tsing Yi's expression is also the same as usual, as if he is not surprised.Guan Lingdao couldn't help admiring him, and whispered, "If I had been staring at it just now, I'm afraid I would have offended the Patriarch of the Hua family."

Ji Qingyan said: "You guys were unprepared when you met for the first time, and you won't be in the future."

Shi Knock shook his head, and said to Guan Lingdao secretly: "If my guess is correct, the Patriarch of the Hua family really practiced the evil skills of that small sect back then. I'm afraid no one can resist it when the time comes. .”

Guan Lingdao didn't dare to think too much, and pulled Ji Qingyan's sleeve involuntarily.

Fortunately, Ji Qingyan did not practice this kind of technique, otherwise everyone would have such shameless thoughts about him, and he would not be able to stand it.

Thinking about it, he whispered again: "The Patriarch of the Hua family looks really young from the outside, no matter how I calculate, he is 70 years old."

He was held hostage at the age of 17, returned home at the age of 19, and took over the Hua family after five or sixty years of retreat. So far, it has been 60 years.

The stone knocking sound lowered the voice: "270 is six years old."

The appearance of Daoxiu depends on when the foundation was established. The earlier the foundation is established, the slower the aging will be.Hua Luochun looks so young, maybe he was only a teenager when he established the foundation.

"The Patriarch of the Hua family has the body of three yangs, which is rare in a thousand years." Shi Knocking sound opened the way ahead, opening a mountain gate covered with ivy, "We have arrived at Huajian."

A long stream separates the highlands on the left and right sides. There is a stream winding down in the stream. An elegant bamboo house is built on the highland on the left. .

What makes people unable to take their eyes off is the rows of two-person-high wooden frames next to the stream. They can't be seen at a glance, and there are countless numbers of them. They are full of objects that flutter in the wind.It is an object because there are everything on the shelf, rice paper, cloth, clothes, as well as lanterns, fans, almost everything that can be painted or hung is here.

Hua Caixing walked out of the bamboo house and flew down.

Weidao is called Huajian here. Not only are the scenery painted on these hanging objects, but even the surrounding tree trunks and walls are covered with ink-colored landscapes, making people have nowhere to stay.

The clothes worn by the disciples of the Hua family are all pure white, except for the Hua Cai Xing's outer shirt, which is also painted by him. Today, the painting on his clothes is a winter snow scene. Drip, more conspicuous than his face.

Hua Caixing said: "Hua Jiaye also caught a spy from the Red Sandalwood Palace."

There is a lot of meaning in these words, Red Sandalwood Palace dared to plant spies in the Hua family, according to Hua Luochun's temperament, it would definitely not be so, and the Hua family would definitely get involved.

Hua Caixing said: "You stay here for two days, I still have some things on hand, I will go to Baihua Terrace with you when I finish."

Ji Qingyan thought for a moment: "I can't rest after driving for days, even if I stop for two days."

There are several vacant rooms in Huajian Bamboo House, which are decorated simply and uniquely. Huacaixing asked his disciples to clean them up and let Ji Qingyan and others live here.Huajian's terrain is low, and the sun is warm and warm. Jun Mo has suffered from the severe cold all winter, so he doesn't go into the house anymore. He just curls up on a branch to bask in the sun every day.

Guan Lingdao has been on the road for several days, and only at night can he secretly practice the soul melting technique. He is naturally happy to be able to rest here for a few days.He didn't have many familiar flowers and plants at hand, and the Horcruxes couldn't be used for soul melting, so he was forced to do nothing. Recently, he combined the soul melting technique and the enchantment array of Luohun Zhenjue to temporarily create a soul melting array.

He placed the flowers and plants he raised in the four corners of the room, and sat on the bed to perform the soul melting technique.This Soul Melting Formation uses its own flowers and plants as a guide, but the surrounding plants and plants relax their minds and unconsciously send out their soul energy.Guan Lingdao had no choice but to give it a try, but he didn't think it would be useful, and his heart was full of joy.

If Guan Lingdao was able to create the Soul Melting Formation as an ordinary master and apprentice, the master would treat him differently.

Thinking about it, he felt a little sad, if the cultivation world could accommodate soul cultivators, then he would have already run to Ji Qingyan to beg for praise and to pat his head.It's a pity that his ability is not tolerated in the world, and even Jun Mo doesn't take him seriously.

Having said that, besides the sound of the stone knocking, who else did Jun Mo pay attention to?

Thinking about it, I want to provoke Junmo again. This snake has been very lazy recently, so it just hangs on the branch to sleep.Guan Lingdao's grievances with it have not yet been resolved, looking at a leaf on the ground today, his mind was spinning, and he suddenly smiled.

Hua Caixing likes to light sandalwood in the bamboo house, so there is no need for him to light incense and burnt paper separately. He closed his eyes and sat down on the bed, his soul energy separated from his body and attached to a fallen leaf on the ground of the painting stream.A gust of wind blew, and the leaves rose with the wind, fluttered up the tree, and landed on the top of Jun Mo's head impartially.

Jun Mo shook his head, and shook the leaves away, not wanting the leaves to flutter, and come to the top of Jun Mo's head again, covering its eyes.Jun Mo was a little unhappy, he shrank his head, and opened his mouth to bite the leaf. The leaf was also very difficult to wrap around, even if it stopped on top of its head, it couldn't bite it no matter how much it opened its mouth.

With a "snap", the branch broke and fell from the branch.Shi Knocking was reading a book under the tree, and suddenly saw his green snake falling from the sky and landed beside him, frowning: "What's wrong with you?"

Jun Mo's stubborn temper came up, and he ignored the sound of the stone knocking, twisting his body to compete with the leaf.Seeing that it could quarrel with a leaf, Shi Knocking shook his head speechlessly, and continued to read with his head down.

If Guan Lingdao could laugh at this time, he would probably hold his stomach and be unable to get up. At this moment, he suddenly felt a pain in his body, as if he was being grabbed by something sharp, and then a squirrel appeared in front of him. With a bulging face, the next moment, he was brutally stuffed in the mouth by the squirrel.

His whole body was so painful that his bones were about to be broken, Guan Lingdao immediately regained his consciousness, his face was pale, and his head was covered with sweat.

Where do squirrels even eat leaves?

Guan Lingdao opened the window, and the sound of stone knocking was sitting as far as he could see. Jun Mo was lying on the ground, and beside him sat a squirrel slightly bigger than his hand. The fur on his body should have been white, but it was colorful There are all kinds of colors, as if they have been rolled in paint.

Shi Knocking said that Huacaihang raised a white-haired squirrel, which can recognize thousands of colors in the world, and has no other use, only making paints for Huacaihang.There are no small animals in the painting stream, this squirrel is ignorant and at a loss, and likes to stay by Jun Mo's side for the past two days.

Does it know that Junmo is picky eater and difficult to serve, he doesn't like anything but mountain mice?

It hurts so much, I want to ask Master to rub it.

As long as this thought starts, it can't be stopped. Guan Lingdao felt that his heart was hurt. Ji Qingyan is a teacher, so it's only natural to care for him.Thinking of this, he attached his soul energy to another leaf, fluttered with the wind, and landed in front of the window of Ji Qingyan's room.

Ji Qingyan is holding his breath and meditating.

The leaves were blown by the wind, and fell quietly on his shoulders. Seeing that he didn't move, they floated up and stuck to his neck.The neck was slightly cold, Guan Lingdao couldn't help stretching his body to hug him, and said softly in his heart: Ah, it's so comfortable.

I was intoxicated for a moment, and suddenly my body felt a little pain again, and I threw him lightly between two fingers.Guan Lingdao landed on his clothes, eagerly wanting to get closer but didn't dare, just looked up.

Only Ji Qingyan's clothes can be seen from here, and nothing else can be seen clearly. Guan Lingdao turned over with the wind, as if unintentionally, and fell into the palm of Ji Qingyan's lap.

This place is good, you can appreciate the beauty of Master.

Ji Qingyan looked down at the leaf in his hand, picked it up suddenly, and said softly: "Lingdao."

Guan Lingdao suddenly became sober after hearing the words.What!

Why the sudden roll call?

He didn't have any mood to stay, and immediately pulled away from the leaves, and returned to his room consciously.

Why did Ji Qingyan call it "Lingdao" just now? Did he see that he was practicing soul art?But no one understands the art of wandering souls, even the sound of stone knocking has never been heard, how can Master know?Besides, if he saw it, how could there be no movement at all?

No, based on his understanding of Master's temperament, Ji Qingyan probably didn't know about his practice of soul art.

Or did he simply feel that the leaf resembled himself?

It sounds very similar, a person who takes off this layer of flesh is nothing more than a soul, even if it is just a leaf, running to Ji Qingyan's hand and staying still, looking at the Southern and Northern Dynasties, it is indeed something only he would do.

As the light dimmed, Guan Lingdao was sitting in the room.

Suddenly, more and more heavy gasps came from my ears, mixed with the muffled groans of two men, coming from not far away, one of them whispered hurriedly in the confusion: "Luochun, Luochun, Slow down, take it easy."

Empty and far away, fluttering.

No, it's not a human voice, it's the voice of a soul.