soul repair

The alchemist surnamed Wu didn't return to the mountain for many days, and there was no one to take care of Muzhe Palace, so he was a little uncertain for a while.The alchemist surnamed Wu didn't say anything before going down the mountain, no one knew where he was, whether he was alive or dead, and scattered dust sent people down the mountain to investigate for a few days, his disciples came to report: "A few days ago, someone at the foot of the mountain saw that he was wearing clothes with alchemist Wu. The same people fought with a few men in black, and then disappeared somewhere."

Song Guzhui understood that what "someone saw" was probably the black-clothed sandalwood master asking someone to act, deliberately letting mortals "see" to exonerate Song Guzhui from the crime.When Wu Danshi was "fighting with people", Song Gu chased people in Shangqing Palace, this matter had nothing to do with him, no one suspected him, it was only Wu Danshi who met his enemies.

The reason why the black-clothed sandalwood master helped him was to let him regain Sanchen's trust, so Song Guzhui bowed his head to Sanchen and apologized.

"Old Palace Master, this disciple has thought it over clearly." He knelt down in front of San Chen calmly, with a serious tone, "When the Shangqing Palace is employing people, this disciple can't share the old Palace Master's worries, but instead makes the old Palace Master angry and worried. , it’s all the disciple’s fault.”

San Chen drank tea quietly, and sighed after a long time: "Qing Yan is not here, Jun Ye has rebelled, and Bai Qi is still in charge of the defense of Shangqing Palace. I have pinned my hopes on you, so please don't let me down again."

Song Guzhui's eyes were a little wet: "Disciple understands, I am willing to share worries and solve problems for the old Palace Master."

In this way, he regained control of the affairs of the Muzhe Palace.

A few days after the peaceful days, Song Guzhui received news from the black-clothed sandalwood master, and had no choice but to go down the mountain to meet him on a remote bridge.He held back his anger and didn't dare to show it, and said with a cold face: "I often go down the mountain for no reason, sooner or later people will feel something is wrong, you should either tell me what to do earlier, or find another safe way to send messages."

"You want to imitate Lu Junye and use a black camel to deliver messages? You were the one who died when they were discovered."

One sentence broke Song Guzhui's mind.

The black-clothed sandalwood master smiled again and said: "It's better to meet, and let me see you by the way, in case you accidentally rebelled or didn't want to talk to us, I didn't realize it."

Song Guzhui gritted his teeth: "My life is in your hands now, what are you worried about? What's the matter with calling me here today?"

"It's nothing, I want you to call Mo Baiqi out."

Song Guzhui looked at him vigilantly: "What do you want the Grand Palace Master to come out for?"

"You don't need to ask so much." The black-clothed sandalwood master leaned half on the railing of the small bridge, "Can you call out? I want to see how capable you are by the way."

Song Guzhui weighed how much of this sentence was true and how much was false.

"Are you going to kill the Grand Palace Master?" Song Guzhui sneered, "It's not that I look down on you, you may not be his opponent."

The black-clothed sandalwood master smiled: "Just tell him to come out, you don't have to worry about anything else."

At the beginning, Mo Baiqi is in charge of the defense of the Shangqing, and he is the person with the highest cultivation level in the Shangqing Palace except for scattered dust.After killing Mo Baiqi, Sanchen seemed to have lost his left and right arms, and there was no one around him whom he could trust.

"You promised me not to kill anyone in Shangqing Palace." Song Guzhui tried his best to remain calm.

"I didn't say I was going to kill him—"

Halfway through the words of the black-clothed sandalwood master, there was a rush of wind, and Song Guzhui felt a sharp pain in his chest.He subconsciously shouted, covered his chest, and lowered his head.Blood was all over the hands, flowing down between the fingers, bright red and dazzling.Something got into his body and was crawling in hastily, the pain became more and more unbearable.

The man next to the black-clothed sandalwood master finally made a move.

"You are one of us, you can do whatever we ask you to do." He said coldly, "If you don't want to do it, we can find someone else to do it. If you inform Sanchen, we will go right in."

Yes, you are not afraid, you don’t care whether it will turn the Shangqing Palace into a Shura hell, you like to kill, you love to kill, you can’t wait to kill everyone.

The black-clothed sandalwood master said lightly: "When I tell you well, you'd better listen. Now that you have been hit by the core bug, the next days may be harder."

Coring worms, what are core worms?There seems to be something in the chest that is desperately burrowing into the body, and every moment feels like a pain of cutting out the heart. Is it the core worm?

"The core worm is not a live worm, but a kind of medicine. When the poison is released, it will make you feel as painful as being bitten by a worm. Life is worse than death." The voice of the black-clothed sandalwood master seemed to be familiar with it, "You are obedient from now on, don't If you ask too much, I will naturally give you the antidote."

This is teaching him and making him obedient.He has no choice.As a person who has everything in their hands, Song Guzhui is indeed rampant.He was a prisoner, living under their grace, and shouldn't have spoken to them like that.

Song Guzhui lowered his head, swallowed his anger and nodded: "Yes."

The man beside the black-clothed sandalwood master said coldly: "Yes, what?"

Song Guzhui understood what he meant: "Yes, Lord Tan."

The man looked down at him, as if he was contemptuous of people like him from the bottom of his heart, and sneered: "When Lu Junye first saw me, he kowtowed three times to me." People like Song Guzhui are The person he despises the most is cowardly and cowardly, who can't see his own status clearly when he is caught by others. He wanted to crush it under his feet, crush it, and turn it into a puddle of disgusting turmeric water.

Song Guzhui lowered his eyes, remained stiff for a long time without moving.The man kicked him hard, on his chest.Song Guzhui fell to the ground, as if he just woke up, gritted his teeth and knelt down slowly, touched his forehead to the ground, and kowtowed three times to him.

"Three per person." The man insisted, continuing to make things difficult.

The black-clothed sandalwood master smiled, and pulled Song Guzhui up from the ground: "No, today's punishment is enough. Deacon Song is a smart man, if he gets things done early, he won't have to suffer in the future."

Song Guzhui stood up pale.

This man's status is higher than that of the black-clothed sandalwood master, but he is different from the black-clothed sandalwood master. The black-clothed sandalwood master just wants to get things done, but he really likes to torture people.

The black-clothed sandalwood master said expressionlessly: "There is a bamboo forest ten miles to the north. At noon three days later, lead Mo Baiqi there."

"...Yes, Lord Tan."

Song Guzhui no longer had any expression on his face.At this point, he either shut up and obeyed, or fight to the death, there is no other choice.

The scenery of Wangnian Mountain is really good, but there are too many people.

Baihua Terrace was built on the top of Wangnian Mountain, and there was no place to sleep around, so most people lived in Baihua City temporarily.Early in the morning, I don’t know how many people either came out of Baihua City, or just came from other places, soaring through the clouds and driving the fog. From a distance, I don’t know how many fairies and gentlemen’s clothes are fluttering. It's kind of awe-inspiring.

Guan Lingdao flew beside Ji Qingyan, the wind was strong in the mountains, and the four green leaves hanging on his waist were tinkling.

Ji Qingyan looked down.

The four leaves are made of jade in the eyes of others, and they are not considered good quality jade. They look like things bought in ordinary markets to coax children.This is Guan Lingdao's Horcrux, and it will transform into a hard hidden weapon only when it touches his soul energy, usually it just sounds nice.

"Do you like jade?" I have seen these four leaves since I went down the mountain, and they match his clothes and temperament.

"I like its sound." Guan Lingdao said truthfully.

He really likes the sound of this horcrux, the tinkling sound makes people feel good when they hear it.Recently, I don't want to think that I am a soul cultivator, and I deliberately don't think that this is his Horcrux. Anyway, he and the master are so good, even if the master finds out something, he won't do anything to him.

He looked around, subconsciously looking for the Cen family.

I remember Shi Knocking said that the members of the Cen family also belonged to Dai Yu since childhood, and jade never left him.

The Cen family was located in Jinghua in the Northern Dynasty, and produced a rare kind of jade called Yaoyu.Yao jade is mostly white, cool in nature, can gather energy, and is very good for cultivation, so all disciples in the clan wear Yao jade, or inlay it on the sword, or make it into hair ornaments, rings, earrings, and waist pendants.Guan Lingdao hasn't seen where Ji Qingyan is wearing Yaoyu for almost a year, but today he thought about it and looked at him for a long time, and asked with a soft smile: "Master, where is the Yaoyu on your body?"

Ji Qingyan glanced at him, but didn't make a sound.

Why is it so secret, just don't tell?Could it be that it is worn next to the body under the clothes?

My mind suddenly moved.In the future, can you find Yaoyu and turn Ji Qingyan over?

He rode on Ji Qingyan's body and rummaged through his clothes, insisting on finding the Yaoyu on his body. The master was half-undressed by him, and lay on the bed... The master's complexion was fair, showing a blush, think about that scene just beautiful...

Ji Qingyan saw that the mark under his left eye turned slightly red again for some reason, and just about to say something softly, Shi Knock suddenly asked strangely: "What happened under your left eye, why did it turn red?"

"Huh?" The hairs on his body stood on end.

I can only think about things like lusting over Master in full swing, and I'm afraid I'll be scolded to death if people find out.Guan Lingdao coughed a few times, looked around and talked about him as if avoiding him, and knocked on the stone with admiration on his face, and said with a smile: "I didn't expect that there are so many children from the fairy family here, and they are so young, even the women are extraordinary. , it’s really not to be underestimated.”

When other people said this, it definitely wouldn't cause people to misunderstand what it was, but it was just to express their admiration, but the smile on Guan Lingdao's face made people feel that there seemed to be something else in the words.Shi Knock frowned, and just wanted him to stop mentioning women in his words, Ji Qingyan had already opened his mouth: "The women here are all cultivators, so don't have delusional thoughts."

"..."

Don't have delusional thoughts in your heart, but you have delusional thoughts about Master.

Just as he was lowering his head and thinking wildly, suddenly there was some movement around, there was a soft muttering sound, and a breeze blew up.Guan Lingdao raised his head and saw a white boat in the distance. There were more than a dozen people sitting or standing on the boat, wearing light blue and plain clothes, passing slowly among the mountains.Someone commented in a low voice: "The Cen family is here."

It is worthy of being one of the three families, and the things that are serialized are all magic weapons of the fairy family handed down from the ancestors. The whole body of the boat is warm in color, simple and elegant.

There was a person sitting in the middle of the boat, surrounded by white curtains, and the light gauze was fluttering. It was impossible to see who was sitting, whether it was a man or a woman.

There was a woman sitting in the stern. She couldn't see her face clearly, but she felt that her temperament was different from ordinary people. She looked down at them from a distance.Guan Lingdao quickly adjusted the flowery frame on his back, as if he wanted to make a good impression on her, and smiled at her kindly.

Cen Muyi, this woman must be Cen Muyi!

Ji Qingyan frowned slightly, put his hands on his neck lightly, and turned his head to face forward.