soul repair

"Purple-clothed altar master, where are you taking me?" The chains on his wrists and feet tugged and rattled, Guan Lingdao smiled and said nonsense to the purple-clothed man who was holding him, "You said you It's not too bad, why are you so cruel? Your old palace master is so ugly, and you are willing to work for him?"

The Purple Clothes Altar Master was cold and silent, and pulled him to a secluded place in the back mountain, where more than twenty disciples of the Purple Sandalwood Palace stood facing the wind, motionless and silent.Sleeping on the rock was a giant red bird like a flame, about several feet high, with a beak as long as a sword, and its wings stretched out to cover the sky and the sun.Guan Lingdao looked at the black iron cage on the giant bird's back, and was silent for a moment, then turned his head and smiled at the purple-clothed altar master: "With such a battle, I really wonder if your old palace master wants to take me in as a godson. He recognize me, don't you?"

The altar master in purple clothes pulled his collar impatiently, threw it into the iron cage on the giant bird's back, took out a handful of horns from his bosom, and blew it with his head down.The sound of dragon chant wafted in my ears, and the giant red bird raised its head suddenly, stood up and flapped its wings.Guan Lingdao rolled over and over in the cage, and quickly grabbed two thin dark iron rods.

All of a sudden, his heart felt as if he had been hit hard, his chest was suffocated, and blurred images appeared in his mind like mountains and seas.The giant red bird slowly flew up and spread its wings in the air. He seemed to have returned to more than ten years ago. He was locked behind the iron fence day and night, looking at the small window on the wall that no one could get through, and imagining how the outside world should look like. What a scene.

The person who imprisoned him and his brother many years ago was the Red Sandalwood Palace Master?

"Purple Clothes Altar Master personally escorted me to the Red Sandalwood Palace, which shows how important I am to the old Palace Master." Guan Lingdao looked at the Zi Yi Altar Master thoughtfully, "Purple Clothes Altar Master, I want to eat a soaked chicken tonight, otherwise I would He hunger strikes and commits suicide.”

Soup Chicken is a famous delicacy in Miancheng in the Northern Dynasties. It is delicious and sweet, and Guan Lingdao has long coveted it.The altar master in purple clothes closed his eyes and did not make a sound. Guan Lingdao sneered, and suddenly inserted his uninjured five fingers towards his neck. The altar master in purple clothes couldn't stop him. , Half a finger has been poked into the neck.

"What are you doing, you don't want to live anymore?" The altar master in purple was furious, and opened the cage to heal his wounds.

Guan Lingdao was out of breath: "If you don't want me to die, just listen to me, or just kill me."

"I'll knock you out, but I can send you back as usual."

Guan Lingdao smiled miserably: "Let me tell you, if you don't listen to me on this journey, I will commit suicide if I have a chance in the future. If you want me to refine your soul for you, then you can still break my wrist, Can you still handcuff me? When I die, I must tell your ugly old palace master that it is because you don’t give me chicken on the way that I don’t have the will to live.”

The altar master in purple clothes heard the word "soul refining", and looked down at him coldly.

This complicated gaze was enough to make Guan Lingdao's heart sink to the bottom of the valley. He understood the word "soul refining", and the Red Sandalwood Palace was indeed related to the events of that year.

He suddenly laughed softly, and said slowly: "If you still think that I am still that child who is bullied, you are wrong. You can threaten me, but don't forget that everyone has enough time. I have seen through you, you have no humanity, begging for mercy is useless, and whoever is in your hands will die. You don’t threaten me with my relatives anymore, I will obediently refine your souls, but no matter how dare you take my relatives at will Speaking of things, I will let you apologize with death in front of your palace lord."

The altar master in purple clothes turned green and pale, looked at Guan Lingdao for a long time, and said in a low voice: "Go to Miancheng to buy a soaked chicken."

Guan Lingdao closed his eyes and smiled: "Very good. Master Ziyi remembers that I will die sooner or later, but don't let me die by your hands, otherwise your old palace master will be angry and will not know how to treat you." do what."

"Are you so sure that the Palace Master values ​​you so much?" The Purple Clothes Altar Master sat down calmly.

No idea, at least not before.He was really not afraid of death, even if the Red Sandalwood Palace tortured his brother in front of him, he could still talk and laugh freely and be frank.It's not that I don't feel bad, it's that I've seen through everything, the two brothers were born with bad luck, why bother to let these people succeed in their tricks?

A thought flashed through my mind.What if they want to torture Ji Qingyan?

No, I dare not think about it.What did the master do wrong, just because he accidentally got involved with himself, so he has to suffer?No, Master shouldn't suffer, he can't drag him down.

"What use are you to the old Palace Master?" The Purple Clothes Altar Master silently glanced at him.

Guan Lingdao was startled slightly, raising his eyebrows inwardly.How come the Purple Clothes Altar Master doesn't know his usefulness to that bastard old man?Isn't he No.1 under the Red Sandalwood Palace Master, the old man didn't even tell him this?

"Of course you don't know my usefulness." Guan Lingdao was in a good mood, gloating and talking nonsense, "But you can also see how much your old palace master really values ​​me. He's hiding something private in his heart. I won't tell you anything good."

"Sowing dissension." The altar master in purple sneered.

"Really? I think he doesn't regard you as one of his own. You are a tool at best."

The altar master in purple clothes closed his eyes and remained silent.

"Isn't it? Did he give you the raindrops he used for cultivation?"

The Purple Clothes Altar Master looked at him inscrutablely, as if he had seen through his mind, and said unhurriedly: "Save your energy, the old Palace Master has kept me in the Red Sandalwood Palace since I was a child, and I am loyal to him, you It's useless to provoke again."

"Is it?"

A few days passed, Guan Lingdao was not polite to him, during the day he bowed his head and meditated, ignoring others, but when it was time to eat, he asked for this and that, just asking for comfort and comfort.The purple-clothed altar master didn't show anything on the surface, but he didn't want to talk to him too much, he just sat with his head bowed and let the disciples around him take care of him, wash and eat.

It was a cloudy and rainy day, and the sky and the earth were covered with a layer of dust, like a gloomy cloud that could not be dispelled.Guan Lingdao opened his eyes in the cold wind, only to feel that his whole body was sticky and wet, misty and rainy, and the fire bird had led them into the mountains.The sky here is dead, and the mountains are also dead, lifeless and unclear, reminiscent of the blue and emerald green of the supernatant.

Guan Lingdao was led into a dark cave.

There was dripping water in the dark, the sewage under the feet disappeared from the heels, and there were screams of pain and screams from all around, making people creepy, as if they had been tortured for a long time, lingering on their last breath and refusing to die.Guan Lingdao understood that this was his future, and looking over in the darkness, he felt that the people in the cage were curled up like imprisoned animals, miserable and terrifying.

As the altar master in purple clothes came to the end, someone pushed his body from behind, and Guan Lingdao was imprisoned in a cell full of sewage.

"He is in charge of you every day, you can eat whatever you want, and you are not allowed to start a fire." The altar master in purple clothes stood in front of the cell, "You are a smart person, don't ask for trouble. There is a formation set up by the palace master himself, and the soul can't get out. Cave, even if you set fire to it, it won’t help.”

Guan Lingdao said nothing, just looked at the dark walls around him.I remember that my brother's soul energy could come in and out back then, but now it is more tightly locked.This is not the place where he was locked up back then. It smells even worse than before, and there is no small window on the wall for ventilation.Was that place destroyed by my elder brother, so I rebuilt such a cell specially for soul cultivators?Many years have passed, when they were imprisoned in the past, they had to hide secretly, but now they are aboveboard and doing justice for the heavens.

Guan Lingdao smiled: "I'm not an idiot, and I don't want to escape. I just want someone to come and clean my cell every day, make it clean, and let me sleep comfortably. Don't forget who I am, I can be with you Comparing other soul cultivators?"

The altar master in purple clothes seemed to no longer want to pay attention to him, and whispered: "Find someone to serve him."

Guan Lingdao sent them away with a smile, his face suddenly sank, and then he showed a look of despair.He vaguely remembered what his brother said: Don't cry in front of them, and don't suffer in front of them. The weaker you are, the more they will beat you hard on your painful spots.

Sitting quietly with her knees hugged for a while, she suddenly touched her lips again, and there was a faint desolation at the corner of her mouth.The master has not heard the song he wrote, and has not slept with the master, so he is not reconciled, and he is not reconciled!He looked up, looking for a way to escape on the extremely dark wall.

Suddenly there were footsteps outside, and there was a man standing at the door with a bucket broom. The shadow was very dark and he couldn't see anything clearly. He looked like a child: "I'll go in and clean his cell."

The child's voice was hoarse and tired, Guan Lingdao's heart shook, and he suddenly looked up at him.

Someone in the distance said "hmm", and Xuantie's cell door opened in response.

The child was only in his early ten years old, with unkempt hair and torn clothes, as if he hadn't bathed for a long time.His expression was a little dull, he didn't look at Guan Lingdao after he came in, he didn't say anything, he just lowered his head and cleaned without saying a word.

Guan Lingdao stared at it intently, his heart trembled, and even his face became rosy.Guan Lingdao recognized his face, even if he was killed.This child is Shan Gen, the child who rescued him twice in Donghua Village under the Twelve Peaks of Shangqing, Shan Gen.

Why is he here?