soul repair

His hands were small, with a few faint scars, and he tightly grasped the black iron railing in front of him, leaning his head up to look out.Only then did Guan Lingdao realize that he was very hungry, and it wasn't right, it wasn't him who was hungry, it was the little boy's stomach that was churning and empty, and he didn't dare to think about hot buns, there was a piece of hard steamed bun that had been left overnight Can also gobble it up.

So real, so familiar, it makes people's memory blurred.No, it's not a dream, it's not a dream.He began to swallow as he thought about it.

Who is so ruthless to put such a small boy in a cell-like place?No light, no food, what crime did he commit?

"Don't worry, it's almost night." A gentle voice suddenly came from the right.The voice is low and steady, and it sounds like a young man with inexplicable comforting power, making people unconsciously want to trust and depend on him.

Guan Lingdao wished he could turn his head to look at it immediately, but the little boy didn't move, so he couldn't move either. He could only stare helplessly at the outside of the iron railing.Silent, dark, only the dripping sound of "tick" "tick".

The little boy licked his lips, turned around and went back, the ground was full of dirty sewage, and the iron chains on his feet dragged on the ground, causing pain in his ankles.It was so ruthless that even the ankles were locked.

He sat against the corner of the wall, groped through the crevice of the stone in the corner, took out a small carving knife, dug out again, and took out a clean long piece of wood.There was water everywhere in the cell, and this was the only place where I could barely put something dry.After being in the dark for a long time, his eyes could see the surrounding environment clearly, he lowered his head, and carved on the wood one by one.

"Carving wooden figures again?" It was still the gentle and steady voice.

"I want to carve you." The voice was immature, but serious.

This was his elder brother, Guan Lingdao couldn't tell what it was like, but he couldn't wait to see what he looked like.

Suddenly the little boy raised his head and looked towards the voice. Before Guan Lingdao could get excited, he suddenly found a dark and thick wall in front of him.

blocking.Can't see anything.Before the emotions could surge, they were already frozen in the ice water.

A vague human face appeared on the wood in his hand, but the little boy didn't know how to engrave it next: "Brother, what do you look like?"

It turned out that he didn't know what his brother looked like.This means that he has never met his brother since he can remember, and he may have lived in this cell since he was a child.

Guan Lingdao felt miserable in his heart.The saddest thing is not being abused, but being abused without knowing it.This little boy has no way of knowing what other people's childhoods were like. He grew up here as long as he can remember. The only thing he can do is to carve wooden figures, and he just looks forward to eating every day.

"Two noses, one eye." The other side said gently.

"Me too, two noses, one eye, we really look alike." He said that he was happy again, and he squatted in the corner, "Brother, tell me about our yard again."

The voice over there lowered a little, and smiled slightly: "Our father was a first-rank official in the Southern Dynasty. Our courtyard was bestowed by the emperor. It is very large, with hundreds of houses, and there is no end in sight. Our family has a The big back garden is full of cherry blossoms in spring..."

Guan Lingdao could feel that the boy didn't say anything, but his heart was full of longing.The man over there stopped talking in the middle, and the little boy asked in a sticky voice: "What does the cherry blossom look like? How does the petal feel when you hold it in your hand? What does the green color look like?"

"Don't talk about it, you can continue to carve wooden figures." The man's voice calmed down, and he seemed to understand that it was not good to talk to him about this kind of thing, "I'll talk about it later."

"Yeah." He lowered his head and carved it with a knife.

He didn't know what he looked like, so he could only guess by touching his nose and eyes. Since he was his biological brother, he naturally looked similar.

Suddenly, there were chaotic and painful shouts from far away, from far to near.The little boy raised his head immediately, and stuffed the carving knife and the wooden dummy into the gap in the wall.Guan Lingdao was familiar with this kind of sound, it was the sound of a ghost, empty and unreal, like a soul that died normally, far less tragic than when it was killed by a soul cultivator.

"Brother, they are here." Like a startled wolf cub, the little boy quickly crawled in front of the iron rod, "It's almost here."

At the end of the darkness came the sound of footsteps, four or five people, leisurely.Among them, there was a footstep with a different sound, which messed up the beat of the others and walked in the front.Guan Lingdao didn't know who it was, he only knew that the boy was a little scared.

My hands and feet became cold, and my toes were numb in the sewage on the ground.

Several people came to the prison door, the man in front was dressed in black and opened the door without saying a word.Guan Lingdao immediately hid in the corner, the man put a black jar and a small red stove on the ground, closed the door again without looking at him.He must have been doing the same thing for years, and said in an impersonal voice, "Go ahead."

The door next door also opened, and it seemed that the same thing was placed, and someone ordered: "Let's start."

His voice had no ups and downs, like the voice of a dead person.

let's start, start what?

But the boy seemed to be very familiar with what he was supposed to do, squatting down in front of the black jar.The jar was filled with the souls of the dead, which did not dissipate, and unconsciously made painful sounds, filled with grievances, and filled with unwillingness.These are people who died in vain. According to the whispers of the soul and the strong smell of blood on the men in black, these people were killed by them not long after they died.

What did you kill them for? Is it to take their souls and let the boy and his brother smoke and practice?What is it for again!

Guan Lingdao was so anxious that his heart beat faster.Don't, those are the souls of the dead, after ingesting them, there will be hostility in the body!

Naturally, Guan Lingdao couldn't stop it, the soul energy suddenly poured into his body, surging in, making him dizzy and his eyes darkened.In a trance, I heard the man next door say: "He is still young, let me do the soul refining today."

The man in black said briefly: "Soul absorption at the age of five, soul refining at the age of seven, this is an order and cannot be disobeyed. You do what you should do and don't worry about him."

Soul refining, what soul refining!

Suddenly, there was darkness in front of him.

Immediately afterwards, he sat up straight like a corpse, panting heavily, covered in cold sweat.It was almost dusk outside the window, and the chirping of birds could be faintly heard. Guan Lingdao seemed to be unable to recover. The man standing by the window was covered with a layer of golden orange light, and his ink landscape seemed to be soaked in the setting sun. inside.

"You woke up, just now you looked at the painting and wanted to sleep." Hua Caixing turned to look at him, "Slept for more than an hour, and you still haven't woken up from the drunkenness last night?"

No, no, that black jar.The black jar sent from the Shangqing Palace, the words engraved on the black jar.The soul in that jar was not for him to cultivate, nor was it used to threaten him, it had other intentions!

"What's the matter with your painting?" Guan Lingdao looked up blankly, still not awake at the moment.

Hua Caixing smiled and sat down at the table: "The painting is called dreaming, but it is actually a formation. It can bring back memories from a long time ago and remind people of details that cannot be remembered. Huajia has various formations. I integrate them into my It has a long history of its own among the paintings. I didn’t expect you to accidentally see it just after I painted it today. But this painting won’t hurt anyone, even if your cultivation level is low, it doesn’t matter—what’s the matter, isn’t it? What did you see?"

"Nothing." My heart was terribly confused.

He had heard the sound of knocking on the stone before, that Huacaixing entered Taoism through painting, and integrated the cultivation techniques of the Hua family with Taoism. Sometimes a single painting can make several people fall into chaos, and it is difficult to escape.His way of cultivating Taoism has always been well-known in the Southern and Northern Dynasties, Guan Lingdao didn't expect for a while today that he accidentally saw Taoism.

"This painting is a restoration technique, and it is harmless to the body. Do you care?"

"It doesn't matter." Guan Lingdao climbed down from the bed, looked at the painting hanging on the wall silently, and smiled, "Not only is it ok, but I also feel comfortable all over, may you lend me this painting for a few minutes, Mr. day?"

Hua Caixing remained silent for a long time, then slowly rolled up the painting and handed it to him: "Although it is harmless to the body, you can't look at it too much, lest you will be addicted to the painting and delay things."

"thanks for reminding."

Even if he is forced to use a knife, he will not be addicted to the prison cell in the painting.He suddenly thought of the bottomless pit around Baihuatai. Lu Yesheng said that his brother was locked in this bottomless pit. Is it true or not?

No, he had to go and see, at any rate.