soul repair

"Although the Shangqing Palace is a piece of spiritual land, it is nothing. Why did you destroy the Shangqing?" Song Guzhui was puzzled, "How did the Shangqing offend the Red Sandalwood Palace?"

"The palace master is bound to win the Shangqing palace." The black-clothed sandalwood master sneered, "The old man has just left the customs recently, and his current cultivation level is unmatched in the Southern and Northern Dynasties. If you know the current affairs, let us enter the Shangqing palace without any effort. Guarantee that all the disciples in Shangqing Palace are safe and sound, and none of them will die. Otherwise, the old man will do it himself, and Shangqing will not only perish, but at that time, it is unknown how many people will die."

Song Guzhui bowed his head and remained silent for a long time before he said, "Even if we want to destroy the Shangqing, there must be a way to explain it. Otherwise, the factions of the Southern Dynasties are afraid that their lips will die and their teeth will be cold, and they may not unite against you."

The black-clothed sandalwood master smiled: "We all know what you are doing secretly, do you think we take it seriously? The spies we placed among you have been discovered, and if you can't destroy the supernatant, you all have to unite Rise up and fight against us. The palace lord can kill more than 200 of you Shangqing with his own power, but he only wants the Shangqing and doesn't care about the others. Sooner or later, the other sects will understand that it is none of their business Act wisely and act as if you didn't see it, when the Palace Master's blood was washed away, I'm afraid you will regret it later."

"Since that's the case, why do you need me to do things for you?"

Wouldn't it be easier to just kill it?

"You don't have to worry about that, the palace master has his own plans." The black-clothed sandalwood master's voice became colder, "You can go and inform Sanchen, but the palace master will have to do it himself. You will become as useless as these puppets Consciousness, I will definitely keep you by my side, you will listen to everything, and I will let you do anything."

Cold sweat dripped down Song Guzhui's back: "What exactly do you want me to do?"

"Don't think about anything else. When you go back, make amends to Sanchen and restore your position as the chief deacon of Muzhe Palace. Then we will look for you again. Don't worry about the people you killed, we will make arrangements for you. "The black-clothed sandalwood master smiled, his voice softened slightly, "You are obedient, and you will have a place in the red sandalwood palace in the future."

Song Guzhui swallowed, his throat was dry: "As long as you don't kill the disciples of Shangqing Palace—"

The stern man said: "Don't let us down, one of us will die here, and ten of you will be buried in Shangqing Palace."

When Guan Lingdao woke up, it was already the next afternoon.First, he had a headache, which couldn't be stopped, and he couldn't bear the sound, and he couldn't bear it at all. Even a fly flying around could make him cover his head in pain.The bed curtains were tightly covered, and there was no light in the darkness.He scratched around, his hair was messed up like a heap of grass, and then he lowered his head, but the clothes on his body were neat—a bit unnaturally neat.

Even the neckline was not loose, and the belt was tightly tied.No, he didn't tie the belt himself, he wouldn't tie that kind of knot.

Strange.

Kind of weird.

But he was not in the mood to wonder whether it was strange or not, he was trying to figure out a thread in the messy and complicated memory.

I remember drinking with Yun Luotian in Baihualou last night, but this young master seemed to be using alcohol to relieve his worries, he became drunk after drinking less than ten pots, and said that he was "ugly-looking, low-cultivation, no one looks down on him" .Guan Lingdao has been mischievous under the watchful eye of his master since he was a child, and he knows that he should not be too serious when receiving a punishment, and should try to cut corners as much as possible.

He remembered that Yun Luotian was so drunk that he passed out, but the more he drank, the happier he became, and finally sang a little song...was carried away?

Who took him away?

Pulling back the curtain of the bed, I was blinded by the early summer sunshine coming in from the window, tears streaming down my eyes.Uncomfortable, even when exposed to the sun, I can have a headache, as if there is a hammer inside, and the pain comes and goes.

There was a person standing by the window, walking towards him slowly.Guan Lingdao covered his eyes and guessed wildly: "Knock, is it you?"

Master is so busy and has no patience, so he probably won't have time to take care of him.The matter of taking care of people has always been handled by a gentle bookworm like Shi Knocking.

The man said nothing.

"I remember that I was drinking happily last night, and someone brought me back. No, master knows that I went to the brothel, is he going to punish me?" As he talked, he said that he was afraid, "When will master come back? Hurry up Hurry up and pinch some bruises on my body."

He looked a little hurt, and if he cried a few more times, Master would not be willing to punish him.

"Really? I won't be punished if I cry again after being injured?"

The hairs on Guan Lingdao's body stood on end, and he put down his hands and opened his eyes with difficulty, looking at the man in front of him, "Master, is it you?" Feeling afraid, yet unable to restrain his joy, Guan Lingdao asked blankly: "Master, is that you?" Why are you here?"

Ji Qingyan sat down beside him, and answered irrelevant questions: "Yes."

It's not just here, he didn't leave at all last night.

"Master, did you bring me back last night?" Guan Lingdao smiled and bit his finger, "I was drunk last night, so I remembered to sing a little song for me."

Ji Qingyan changed the subject, stared at him intently, and said softly: "You fought with Yun Luotian last night to get him to divorce?"

With deep eyes, no matter how you look at it, you feel something is wrong.Guan Lingdao felt that at least the gaze did not imply punishment, and was inexplicably lingering, so he quickly responded with a smile: "Yes, I just don't want Master's sister to marry him."

"Yeah." It was another endless reply.

"Master, you brought me back last night, what did I do?" It seemed that I had done something vaguely, but I couldn't remember clearly, I had a headache and couldn't remember.

Ji Qingyan lowered his head: "I didn't do anything, I fell asleep after making trouble for a while."

"No, I remember I sang a duet, what did I sing?"

They sang "Eighteen Touches"!

Ji Qingyan's face did not change, only his breathing fluctuated slightly: "From now on, you are not allowed to go to places like brothels."

"Ah."

Regardless of whether you will go or not, at least agree first.

Ji Qingyan was silent, and Ji Qingyan stood up silently: "I want to go out to meet some old friends I haven't seen for many years, you go to sleep, Tsing Yi and Shi Knocking are next door."

Guan Lingdao felt a little reluctant for some reason, and grabbed his sleeve: "Are you coming back tonight?"

"Being late tonight."

"You said that when you come to Baihua City, you will teach me the art of the Cen family. When will you teach me?" I didn't really want to learn it, but I just wanted to grab his sleeve and not let him go.

"I'll teach you in a few days." Ji Qingyan looked down at him, "Forget it, I'll come back tonight and teach you."

"You accepted me as an apprentice, but you never taught me anything. You can't lie to me this time." He said it confidently, as if he had suffered a disadvantage.

"What do you want me to teach you?"

"I'll learn whatever you teach." Speaking of this, Guan Lingdao couldn't help but blush when he couldn't help thinking about the story of listening to the erotic palace in Huajian, "Anyway, I want to learn what you want to teach."

Looking up, he suddenly felt that although Ji Qingyan didn't smile, there was a hint of happiness in his eyes, which was so faint that it was hard to see without looking carefully.Guan Lingdao didn't know what he was thinking, hugged his knees and just looked up.

Master, I like Master so much, I want to look at him like this for the rest of my life.

Ji Qingyan left anyway, Guan Lingdao's head finally recovered, and he reluctantly got off the bed.Clutching his head and walking to the next room, he was half-leaning on the bed reading a book with the sound of knocking on the stone. There was a big wooden barrel on the other side of the room, and there was no sound at all.

"You're awake." Shi Knock raised his head and pointed to the flower shelf by the window, "I was going to send it to your room last night. The third palace master said that you were asleep and asked me to take care of you. I watered it."

"Yeah." As he spoke, he walked to the side of the big wooden barrel, looked down at Jun Mo who was curled up at the bottom of the barrel, "It's soaking in water again."

"Summer is coming soon." I'm afraid of the cold in winter and the heat in summer. When it's hot, I have to soak in the water and don't come out for several hours. This is Jun Mo.

"What about the white-haired squirrel, didn't it follow you all the time?"

"At Playboy's."

After chatting for a while, Guan Lingdao vividly told about the victory over Yunluotian in Baihualou. Halfway through the talk, he suddenly felt that the sound of the stone knocking was a little distracted.He stopped talking and asked, "What's wrong with you? You're listless, why do you always touch your brush?"

"It's nothing." Shi knocks the voice with a faint smile, and puts the brush into the clothes on the front of his chest.I don't know what's going on with this pen. It hasn't moved since last night, and no matter how much I call it, it doesn't respond.These days, he was used to reading books with it, but now it suddenly became a dead thing, which made him a little uncomfortable, and even reading books was meaningless.

How could there be no movement all of a sudden?

Guan Lingdao saw that he was really not in the mood to speak, and didn't want to disturb him, so he had to bid farewell and leave the door.The door next door was open, he casually looked inside, and suddenly saw Hua Caixing staring at a piece of drawn paper with his hands behind his back.

It is said to be paper, but it is also very strange. It is stained black by ink, and there is hardly any white.It's not a painting, at least it doesn't look like a painting, it's just a big black area.

"Young man, what are you looking at?" Guan Lingdao walked in curiously, and teased, "Is this the painting you just drew?"

"Well, do you think it looks good?" Hua Caixing turned his head with a slight smile, "This is the best painting I have ever drawn, and it is called Dreaming."

Guan Lingdao was speechless, and looked carefully for a while, but still couldn't see what he was painting, and said with a smile: "This painting is really special, I've never seen this kind of painting before——what did Playboy paint? "

As he said that, he seemed to vaguely see a little boy in the painting. He said he saw it, but it didn’t seem like he saw it. It was like a picture in a dream. He knew it was a boy in his heart, but he couldn’t tell if it was real. I saw it.The next moment, the boy seemed to move, and Guan Lingdao's eyes were fixed on the "painting", motionless.

The boy's face was dirty and he couldn't see his face clearly. The mud was mixed with blood all over his body.what is that?A series of black iron rods appeared in the painting, and the boy held the two iron rods tightly with both hands.

Was he locked up in a cell?

Suddenly something touched in his heart, Guan Lingdao seemed to be spun suddenly, fell into the abyss, and closed his eyes with a headache.It was as if he had come to a strange place, with the sound of dripping water coming from his ears, a rotten stench filled his nose, and his body was sticky.

Guan Lingdao slowly opened his eyes.

It was very dark around, except for a small window far away, through which the light came in from the outside.Two hands were in front of them, clutching the iron rod tightly, and the backs of their hands were covered with blood.Those two hands were small, not his hands, but they looked like his hands.

what happened?How could it suddenly become like this?

Guan Lingdao reached out to touch his face, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move. It was as if he had entered another person's body. He could see, smell, hear, and feel, but he couldn't control anything. no.

Immediately afterwards, he heard his own voice say, "Brother, I'm hungry."

It was the voice of a little boy, seven or eight years old at most.