soul repair

Everyone on the wooden platform whispered, Yan Wudao saw that no one was talking, and said: "I am imprisoning the soul cultivator on the top of the mountain now, please bring him up." The master of the purple clothes altar took orders and left quickly.

No one knows what these four bloody leaves are, Yan Wudao stroked his beard and said: "The poor Taoist sees that there are countless soul cultivators, these four leaves are the most ruthless Horcruxes, and they control everywhere with their soul energy. Flying, and able to line up, killing people is just a blink of an eye. Fortunately, this soul cultivator is young, and his cultivation level is still shallow, if he is allowed to practice on his own, it will become a big problem in the future."

When Yunluoshan heard the leaves flying around, his face turned pale, and he said softly: "Brother, the person who hurt me last night, four things passed through his body, that is, that is——"

Yan Wudao said suddenly: "Someone hurt you last night?"

Yun Luoshan had no choice but to admit it at this time, and nodded.

The people on the stage were all silent, and there was some fear in their hearts. The soul cultivator had only appeared for a few years, and it was only a disturbance that made it difficult for the Taoist cultivator to practice. It was quite deep, and the cultivation base was low when fighting head-on, and he couldn't use weapons. It was unbearable one strike.Now this soul cultivator has actually refined a weapon, and he can severely wound Yunluo Mountain without any effort. If he is left free, it's hard to say what will happen in the future.

The sound of chains came along the mountain road, Ji Qingyan turned his head to look over, and saw the altar master in purple clothes pulling a young man coming from a distance.The man's apricot-colored clothes were dirty, tattered, and bloodstained everywhere.His hands and feet were chained, and he staggered like an animal about to be sold.

Ji Qingyan's eyes froze, he stood on the stage and watched, his chest was suffocated, and he couldn't even breathe smoothly.

The altar master in purple clothes walked over holding one end of the chain, suddenly there was a strong wind around him, causing severe pain in his wrist, the chain in his hand fell off and fell into the hands of a man.The man's appearance was as clear as Xia He, and as cold as a plum blossom. He held the young man in chains in his arms, and he didn't care about the people on the stage. He just lowered his head: "Lingdao."

Guan Lingdao's face and body were horribly bruised, and his snow-white collarbone was scratched with a long scar. The scars were intertwined. Looking at Ji Qingyan, he seemed to have a lot to say but couldn't. He just smiled miserably: "Master."

Yan Wudao had already flown down from the stage at some point, with a smile on his lips, looking at him meaningfully. "Is this someone from Shangqing Palace?" He asked.

Ji Qingyan said in a low voice: "This is my disciple, young and ignorant, there must be some misunderstanding."

The purple-clothed altar master said behind him: "This person is undoubtedly a soul cultivator. I tried it just now, and my body is full of hostility. I have killed at least hundreds of people. It is extremely cruel. If you don't believe it, you can try it yourself."

Ji Qingyan suddenly pulled Guan Lingdao behind him.Guan Lingdao's hostility could not be hidden, no one would believe what happened when he was a child, it was really urgent.

Ji Qingyan stood silently, as if anyone who wanted to step forward would have to fight desperately, Yan Wudao stroked his long beard: "Does Mistress Ji know about his soul cultivation?"

Protecting soul cultivators should be the same crime as soul cultivators. Many people became nervous, and some people quickly smoothed things over with a smile: "Master Ji is the second-ranked soul-slayer in the Southern Dynasty, and one of the four sons of the Southern and Northern Dynasties. He has been famous for a long time. How could it be possible to cover up the soul cultivator? Presumably he didn't know about it, otherwise there would be some misunderstanding."

Others also persuaded: "Why don't we try it, if it's really a soul cultivator, it won't be too late to deal with it."

"Palace Master Ji must not act on his will, if he is not a soul cultivator, he will be given justice."

Ji Qingyan held Guan Lingdao's wrist tightly, his joints turned white, but he didn't say a word.Everyone looked at each other in dismay, and persuaded softly: "Master Ji must think clearly, and protect the soul cultivator—"

Someone has already stepped out of the queue impatiently, and grabbed Ji Qingyan: "What are you talking about, the soul cultivator will kill him when he sees it. The Red Sandalwood Palace Master said he was a soul cultivator, so why are you being polite to him?"

Just as he was about to grab the chain, suddenly white shadows flew in the air, scattered in all directions like snowflakes, the man yelled, blood splattered all over his body.This is exactly Ji Qingyan's fame technique "Luoxue". The rest of the people didn't want him to be so merciless, and they were all annoyed after being surprised: "What does Mistress Ji mean? He just wants to figure it out. Why do you want to hurt someone?"

The injured man gritted his teeth bitterly: "Stop talking to him, he must be with this soul cultivator!"

For a moment, the crowd was furious, Ji Qingyan protected Guan Lingdao and retreated, but was surrounded by people, and there was no way to retreat.Yan Wudao said coldly: "Master Ji, does Shangqing Palace have the same meaning, to protect soul cultivators, so that no one can enter?"

Ji Qingyan looked at him coldly, his heart suddenly became like a mirror.That's what it meant. He wanted to attack the Shangqing Palace and he was a teacher without a name. If he dared to protect Guan Lingdao here today, he was afraid that Yan Wudao would take the opportunity to occupy the Shangqing Palace in the name of eradicating soul cultivators in the future.Today, if he doesn't let go, he is afraid that he, Tsing Yi and Stone Knocking Sound will all be in trouble.The reason why Yan Wudao brought him to the mountain was to make him lose control of his emotions in front of everyone!

There was the sound of wind blowing in the distance, Ji Qingyan turned his head to look over, but it was the sound of stone knocking bringing Jun Mo flying towards him.He watched Ji Qingyan and Guan Lingdao being surrounded by people, and looked anxiously and blankly: "Third Palace Master, they arrested Lingdao and said he was a soul cultivator—" Ji Qingyan's eyes fell on Tsing Yi's again. On Tsing Yi's body, although there was no expression on his face, there was some surprise in his eyes.Whether it was the stone knocking sound or Tsing Yi, it was hard to believe that Guan Lingdao was a soul cultivator.

Guan Lingdao couldn't tell what it was like to deceive them for so long, but he never thought of letting them see his true colors under such circumstances.

Ji Qingyan stood motionless, his fingers tightly intertwined with Guan Lingdao's. Suddenly, there was some movement in his hand. When he turned his head to look, Guan Lingdao wrenched out of his hand, as if he didn't dare to look at Ji Qingyan. Qingyan's eyes were moist, but he smiled and said: "Master, don't be angry, I have been following you for less than a year, but I have been lying to you all the time. I know you don't want to believe it, but I am really a soul cultivator."

As he said that, he looked at the distant stone knocking sound again: "I lied to you too."

A wounded and sad expression appeared on Shi Knocking's face, he gritted his teeth and did not speak.Jun Mo looked at him motionless, then suddenly turned his head, showing his snake teeth at the people around him.

Good snake, really good snake, if you still have time to get along with it, you must catch mountain mice and eat it every day, and stop quarreling.

Hua Luochun slowly opened his mouth: "Since he admits that he is a soul cultivator, it's fine to kill him. There is no need to blame this matter on Shangqing Palace."

The rest of the people already had a very good impression of Ji Qingyan. When Guan Lingdao said that he didn't know, their faces softened a little: "Master Ji accidentally accepted him as a disciple. It must be hard to accept for a while. Just let it go and ignore it."

Ji Qingyan remained motionless as if he didn't hear it.

"Master Ji step aside, leave this matter to the Red Sandalwood Palace."

Ji Qingyan remained motionless.

Guan Lingdao stared at him intently, already understood what Yan Wudao meant, and suddenly laughed like a slap in the face: "I don't regret my disciple's death. Master knows what is the most unwilling thing in my life?"

"What is it?"

"The most unwilling thing, and also the most regrettable thing, is that I didn't put Master to sleep last night."

Ji Qingyan looked down at Guan Lingdao, his heart ached and he couldn't help but want to grab his hand.Guan Lingdao said in a barely audible voice: "I want to ask Master one thing, take care of my benefactor who is unconscious, and don't let him die."

After finishing speaking, he suddenly took a few steps back, bent his five fingers together, and stabbed fiercely towards his heart.Ji Qingyan's face was pale, and just as he was about to make a move, he suddenly saw a small stone hitting Guan Lingdao's wrist impartially, Guan Lingdao let out a pained grunt, the chain clanged, and his hand drooped as if broken.

The stone was silent, no one noticed it, the person who shot it must be someone with advanced cultivation, everyone looked at the unpredictable and profound Yan Wudao in unison.

Yan Wudao didn't speak for a long time, as if he was unspeakably depressed by the scene in front of him, finally, he smiled: "There is no need to die, although this soul cultivator is stubborn, he is a person who can listen to souls. Someone who listens to the soul is rare, there is no need to kill him for the time being, it is better to bring him back to the Red Sandalwood Palace."

Guan Lingdao knelt on the ground with his head down, as if he had lost all hope of anything, he gave a dark smile.The altar master in purple clothes pulled him up by his chain.

Ji Qingyan's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he raised his step to follow, but his wrist tightened unexpectedly, and he was secretly grabbed.When he looked back, Hua Luochun stood beside him who usually didn't care about other things, and said coldly: "If you catch up, you will die. Not only will you die, but the Shangqing Palace will also be buried with you."

Guan Lingdao gave Yan Wudao a hard look, the hatred in his eyes was undisguised, and suddenly he looked up at Ji Qingyan, grasping the chain and smiling slightly: "Master, don't worry about me, I am useful to them, they won't kill me."

Ji Qingyan stopped speaking, his throat moved up and down, and he watched his figure gradually go away without saying a word.

Don't kill him, but don't know what to do to him?

Yan Wudao looked at Ji Qingyan thoughtfully, he didn't seem to care much about Guan Lingdao at this moment, but was more interested in him: "Master Ji, what else can you say?"

Ji Qingyan turned around slowly and looked at him, his eyes lowered, his thoughts were hard to discern: "Shangqing Palace takes killing soul cultivation as its own responsibility, and it doesn't know about Guan Lingdao soul cultivation. I just found out about it. I couldn't accept it for a while, and accidentally injured someone. And please seniors don’t care about me.”

The people present already had a very good impression of him, so naturally no one wanted to embarrass him, even the man who was injured by him just now laughed: "It's okay, but it's just a minor injury, Palace Master Ji seems to be as cold as ice, Unexpectedly, he is also a sexual person."

Hua Luochun let go of his hand.

Yan Wudao said with a half-smile: "It's hard for an apprentice to suddenly become a soul cultivator, and it's inevitable that he can't stand it for a while. Now that there is no misunderstanding, everyone is happy, and everything will be as usual."

This matter is like a small episode, which is gone with the wind, and no one cares after it has passed.Looking at the sky, Ji Qingyan saw that the apricot-colored shirt turned into a small dot that couldn't be seen clearly, followed by the purple clothes in front of him, and disappeared into the woods of Wangnian Mountain step by step.

Ji Qingyan returned to the wooden platform and sat down, raised his eyes to look at Yan Wudao: "May I ask how the palace master found out that he is a soul cultivator?"

Yan Wudao gently stroked his long beard and smiled: "Poverty Daoist has been studying soul cultivation for a long time, and I feel a little bit about the hostility in soul cultivation. This matter can only be understood but cannot be explained in words. When I met him, I felt that something was wrong, so I pulled him over to test the hostility in his body, and as expected, I killed hundreds of people."

The rest of the people stopped, and laughed and echoed: "The Master of Red Sandalwood Palace is as careful as a hair, and his eyes are as lightning, I really can't wait."

Ji Qingyan lowered his head, and asked again: "I don't know what Palace Master Red Sandalwood wanted him to do by keeping him?"

Yan Wudao looked at him silently, suddenly his mood improved, and there was a smile in his eyes: "It's for studying soul cultivation, Palace Master Ji don't have to worry, we won't hurt him in any way."

Ji Qingyan didn't make a sound anymore, he just sat quietly and listened to the people present discussing about eradicating.In the evening, everything was negotiated, and when he stood up, a hand of white powder spilled from his sleeve and landed on the wooden platform, but the chess piece in his hand was held tighter and tighter by him, and at some point it shattered into thousands of pieces.