soul repair

After Ji Qingyan left for more than half a month, Song Guzhui did not live very comfortably.

The alchemy room was taken over by another alchemist, this person is not as good as Ji Qingyan, but he has a lot of problems, relying on the Shangqing Palace to need him, he is very good at putting on airs in front of Sanchen, but he doesn't take Song Guzhui seriously.Song Guzhui talked about Ji Qingyan's habit of alchemy before, he was not happy that Song Guzhui compared him with others, but he didn't say it clearly, he just spoke ill of him in front of Sanchen secretly.

Song Guzhui couldn't bear it when he heard about it, so he was sent to the punishment hall. There was personal hatred mixed with the official business, and he brought the torture stick in front of all the disciples, and beat him several times.This thing was done a little too much, the alchemist was beaten to shame by him, and in the end he was so angry that he "forgot how to make alchemy" and "had no face to go to the alchemy room". It's dissatisfaction, secretly complaining.

Song Guzhui felt that he did nothing wrong. As the acting lord of Muzhe Palace, someone provoked him and opposed him, how could he just let it go?Forget it this time, how can I manage others in the future?

However, Sanchen felt that his temper seemed too high: "This person refuses to accept you, how can you beat him to avenge yourself? What evidence do you have, which door rule did he break?"

"He disrespected me."

"He is disrespectful to you. If you beat him up, will he be respectful from then on?"

"I'm just using him as a show, otherwise I will be hard to convince people in the future."

Sanchen sighed helplessly: "Gu Zhui, you have been by Qingyan's side for many years, you are considerate and cautious, and you know everything about Muzhe Palace like the back of your hand, but it's a pity that you are always close at hand when it comes to reading people. I heard that you don't like the people around Qingyan either. Guan Lingdao?"

Song Guzhui lowered his face: "I don't see what's so special about him that makes the Third Palace Master and the old Palace Master look favorably on him."

San Chen shook his head: "Gu Zhui, you can't think through everything, why don't you take care of Mu Zhe Palace's affairs for now, meditate for a while, and let others take over."

Song Guzhui looked at the ground coldly, and after a long time said with restraint: "This disciple has devoted himself to the Shangqing Palace for so many years, but the Third Palace Master and the old Palace Master only have Guan Lingdao who just arrived last year in their eyes. Since the old Palace Master thinks that I Inappropriate handling of things, I will stop doing too much in the future."

As he said that, he took off the wooden sign of the chief deacon on his waist, put it on the table, turned and left.

The third palace lord was like this, and so was the old palace lord, they all leaned towards the disgusting Guan Lingdao.Besides Guan Lingdao's natural ability to listen to souls, what other advantages does Guan Lingdao have?He has been by Ji Qingyan's side for many years, how many miscellaneous things he has done for him, and what happened in the end, even punishing an alchemist will be taught by Sanchen!

The more he thought about it, the more uncomfortable he became. Song Guzhui left the Shangqing Palace in a rage, and found an inconspicuous tavern in a nearby town: "Everyone, go out and serve all the wine."

The shopkeeper saw that he was from the realm of comprehension, and hurriedly sent the other guests away with a wry smile. He didn't dare to be too attentive, and asked the waiter to bring out all the wine in the tavern, so he didn't dare to disturb him anymore.Song Guzhui sat in the corner and drank, his eyes flushed unknowingly.

"Bastard! What do you think of me? How many things have I done for so many years, what did Guan Lingdao know, what have I done for you Shangqing Palace?" Eyes full of moisture, Song Guzhui buried his face in the On the table, "Why don't Guan Lingdao die quickly!"

I don't know how much I drank, and I don't know where I went after I came out of the tavern. I was as drunk as mud.

It was early morning when he woke up, with a splitting headache, Song Guzhui covered his head and looked around, and suddenly found that he had broken into the boundary of the water gate, covered in blood, and there were several disciples of the water gate lying beside him.He was so startled that his face turned pale, and he lowered his head to check the breath of those disciples. There was no business, and he had been dead for an hour or two.

Looking at it like this, I'm afraid that I was drunk last night and walked here unintentionally, and the disciples of the Shuixingmen met him when they were traveling, and they were ruthlessly killed by him when they stopped him from wandering around.Shuixingmen and Shangqing Palace are allies now, so what happened when he got drunk and killed their disciples?

Feeling uneasy in his heart, he only heard someone's voice in the distance in his panic, and he didn't know what to do for a while.Suddenly, his arms tightened, and someone came to him, grabbed his shoulders and whispered, "Go quickly."

Song Guzhui didn't have time to think about it, and couldn't care who this person was, so he lowered his head and was dragged away by him.

Getting farther and farther away from the voice behind him, Song Guzhui followed him and walked several hundred feet quickly, and stopped in a place where no one was around: "Who are you?"

The man was wearing ordinary black clothes, and there was nothing special about his appearance. He sat down slowly on a boulder and said, "Deacon Song, I have admired your name for a long time."

Song Guzhui looked at him and took a deep breath.

"Deacon Song has now killed the people from the Shuixingmen, what do you plan to do?" The man looked calm, as if he was looking at a trapped animal that couldn't escape.

Song Guzhui said coldly: "I will go back and receive the punishment."

"Killing innocent people while drunk is a violation of the rules of the Shangqing Palace. Deacon Song has recently fallen out of favor. The old palace master probably won't let you stay." The man smiled, "If you are expelled from the Shangqing Palace , Shuixingmen will not let you go, it will definitely cost your life. Deacon Song, you are really in trouble."

Song Guzhui wiped his face and tried his best to calm down: "This is none of your business, I have contributed a lot to the Shangqing Palace, and I have been with the Third Palace Master for many years—"

"Isn't that third palace master of yours only thinking about the spiritual way?" The man looked at him and smiled again, "Ji Qingyan accepted you as a disciple, or did he favor you?"

A word pokes his heart.

Song Guzhui gritted his teeth and looked at him: "Who are you and what do you want?"

"I don't want anything, I just feel that Deacon Song is loyal, but no one takes you seriously, and I feel a little pity." There is still no emotion in his eyes, but there is a hint of temptation in his tone, "Maybe, Shangqing Palace is not the destination of Deacon Song."

"Who sent you here?" Song Guzhui was full of doubts, "Red Sandalwood Palace?"

"Deacon Song, why don't you think about how to explain your whereabouts last night. If someone finds out, your Ji Qingyan may not protect you." The man flew away lightly, "If you want Guan Lingdao to die , Red Sandalwood Palace might be able to help you, so I will return Palace Master Ji to you by the way."

Song Guzhui's face was livid: "Shameless, I have no other thoughts about the Palace Master!"

The man smiled and flew away: "No matter what, Deacon Song might as well think about it more. The Shuixingmen don't know who killed their disciple now, but they may not know in the future. If there is no backer at that time—"

"I, Song Guzhui, will not seek refuge in the Red Sandalwood Palace even if I die!"

After shouting a few words sharply, the man had already gone far.

There was no sound around, Song Guzhui lowered his head, his body trembling.The man's meaning was very clear, he took refuge in the Red Sandalwood Palace, so that he would have a backer if something happened in the future, otherwise the Shuixingmen would know the truth someday, and he was afraid that he would end up dead.

The Red Sandalwood Palace is threatening him, what should he do now, what should he do?

When Guan Lingdao woke up, it was already dark and the room was dark.His body was still as light as if he had drunk wine, he half sat up and looked down, there was a black mass coiled beside the bed, bigger than a washbasin, and he was sleeping with his head down.

Jun Mo is always like this, as long as he accidentally bites him, he will always stay by his side until he wakes up.Guan Lingdao thought that the snake could be very deceiving, he stuffed his finger into its mouth, and it also felt guilty, so obediently guarded by its side.

Suddenly, Jun Mo looked up at him as if he woke up suddenly.

"I'm fine, you can go back."

It's fine if he can talk, Jun Mo stretched his body and slowly climbed out of the window.

The unbearable voice has stopped, but it seems that someone is whispering, hollow and lingering, not a human voice, but still the voice of a soul.

Guan Lingdao didn't know whether Hua Luochun came here once a day, he was a little uneasy, so he thought it best to go and see.He sat on the bed with his legs crossed, his soul energy left his body, rose up with the sandalwood wafting in the bamboo house, and landed on a leaf.He had listened exhaustedly all day just now, and he was already familiar with where the sound came from. He let the leaf move with the wind and floated towards the back of the bamboo house.

It was a small wooden house, located at the end of the painting stream, hidden among the trees.

The leaves fell outside the window and slipped in through the gap slightly wider than its body.

There was no light in the room, and it seemed that there was a person lying on the recliner in the dark. Someone was breathing lightly and evenly, which could hardly be heard. It could be seen that his cultivation base was much higher than Ji Qingyan's.The leaf poked its head in front of the window. There was no wind here, and it was difficult to flutter. It just looked towards the source of the sound.

That is a painting.

The moonlight shone in through the small hole in the window, casting a dim light on the painting. It was very weak, but it allowed him to see clearly what was on the painting.It was a man who was writing. He had a handsome appearance and waist-length hair. He was wearing a black robe on the outside and a red singlet on the inside. The left and right black sleeves were embroidered with white gossip.

There is nothing special about the room in this painting. It is strange that it is the scenery in the window behind the man... Why are the two Taoist statues so similar——

Like the huge Taoist sculpture on the back mountain of Shangqing Palace!

Today, most of the two Taoist statues on the back mountain of the Shangqing Palace have been destroyed, but the one on this painting is still intact. What's going on?This painting turned out to be the appearance of the Shangqing Palace before it was destroyed!

And the groaning sound that bothered him all day came from this ancient painting that appeared out of nowhere.

"It's time, you should go." It was the voice of the strange man.

Immediately afterwards, he didn't know what happened inside, the man gasped in panic, Guan Lingdao felt that something was wrong, so he hurried out of the window.Suddenly the voices in the painting completely fell silent, and even the sleeping man in the room seemed to sit up, Guan Lingdao's body was caught by the gap in the window, he didn't dare to do anything, just waited quietly.

Suddenly feeling the sound of footsteps approaching from behind, Guan Lingdao didn't care about the leaf, and immediately withdrew his consciousness and returned to his body.

He opened his eyes breathlessly, and his heart stopped suddenly.

With a handsome face in front of him, the stone knocking sound stood in front of him, with the quiet Jun Mo coiled on his left arm, with a suspicious look on his face: "What are you doing?"

Why did he just appear like this, isn't it already midnight and still not sleeping? !

Guan Lingdao broke out in cold sweat, and said with a dry voice, "I'm lucky to meditate to see if there is any poison in my body."

"No more, I dealt with it very cleanly." Shi Knocking took his hand, looked at a bloody hole on his finger, shook his head and said, "It's right, I put my finger into Jun Mo's mouth, I haven't done it yet. I'm going to settle the bill with you."

"...I almost died." Can you be gentle?

"You can't die."

While talking, the door creaked and opened again, Shi Knock turned his head away, and saw Ji Qingyan standing at the door in white single clothes, looking towards Guan Lingdao.He blushed again for some reason, and said to Guan Lingdao in a low voice: "The Lord of the Third Palace has come to see you, please continue talking, I'm going out."

Guan Lingdao couldn't help being embarrassed when he thought about what happened during the day, so he had to smile dryly at Ji Qingyan: "Master, do you miss me?"

Ji Qingyan's heart was fluttering because of the day's events, he stood at the door and didn't dare to come in, he didn't want to just show up, but what he heard was Guan Lingdao's unscrupulous tone, which was no different from usual.He felt depressed for some reason, and felt a little lost for no reason. He bowed his head in silence for a moment, and said, "You don't have to leave when you knock, just listen here."