soul repair

"The head of the family has agreed in secret and will do his best to resist the Red Sandalwood Palace." Huacai walked beside Ji Qingyan, her voice was so low that only the two of them could hear, "The Lu family also sent a message, waiting for dispatch."

Ji Qingyan turned his head silently, and said after a long time: "Young Master Hua is very concerned about Lingdao."

Hua Caixing lowered his head: "No."

"I don't know how to convince the head of the Hua family?" Ji Qingyan asked.

Hua Luochun presides over the Hua family, and has always believed in doing things that have nothing to do with him, and never easily gets involved in the grievances between sects.Nowadays, there are still a majority of people standing on the side of the Red Sandalwood Palace in the Southern and Northern Dynasties. He should not agree to anything easily, let alone the words "do our best".

Hua Caixing said: "This is my Hua family's business, I dare not say anything to you."

"It's okay." Ji Qingyan looked as if he didn't care anymore, and turned his face to look at Baihuatai, "It's enough for the Patriarch of Hua Family to keep his promise."

Huacaixing touched his chin and stopped making any noise.

Not long after walking to the side of Baihuatai, it is early morning, the fog in the mountains has dispersed, the sky is blue and clear, the sky is like washing, the deep and light colors in the mountains and forests are stacked together, the shades are suitable, like a colorful scroll, beautiful Can not party things.The colorful-haired squirrel on Hua Caixing's shoulder bit its paw and watched from a distance, its fat body trembled, and suddenly fell on Hua Caixing's shoulder like a faint.

Huacai was about to catch the squirrel that was about to fall, and looked at it with a frown.

"I heard that the eyes of this squirrel are different. They can distinguish colors very clearly. When there are too many colors in front of them to be recognized, they will faint." A man walked by and looked down at the fluffy and unconscious squirrel , "Has this squirrel ever fainted looking at a Playboy painting?"

A blue snake's head protruded from the side of the squirrel, spitting out messages to harass the head that was hanging backwards.

Hua Caixing turned his head to look at the sound of the stone knocking, frowned and smiled: "So far I haven't painted so superbly."

Shi Knocking sound nodded: "An ancient book says that Wangnian Mountain has spiritual energy, and so do mountains, rivers and trees. It's a pity that this time, although the scenery here is beautiful, I can't see where the spiritual energy is."

"Ah."

Seeing that Huacaixing was holding the squirrel without any movement at the sound of the stone knocking, he felt a little strange in his heart.This is the squirrel from Huacaixing, why does he seem a little unfamiliar, and his relationship with himself and Junmo is very different?Just as he was about to make a sound, Jun Mo had already woken up the squirrel by spitting out a letter. The squirrel was staring at the mountains and forests, curled up and dared not look any more.

A sound of dragon chant resounded through the valley, and all the chattering and laughing people around fell silent, as if they had been waiting for a long time, each of them was looking for a comfortable place, or standing or sitting, looking at Baihuatai in unison.There are more people who come to watch martial arts today than usual, and there are also many more masters than usual, sitting on the high platform, stroking their beards, smiling, and looking down.

Ji Qingyan next to him slowly landed on the Hundred Flowers Terrace, wearing a white singlet under the black robe, dignified and dignified, even the surrounding air was a bit colder.Qi Ning stood five feet away with a smile on his face, his hands were empty, nothing.

Today is the contest between Ji Qingyan and Qi Ning, whoever wins will be the number one in Baihuatai this year.This is not the last contest, but everyone knows that no one can compete with them this year.Qi Ning smiled gently: "Master Ji, you have already become famous, do you still care about whether you can win on the Baihuatai?"

It's not the same tone as before when he didn't care about anything, today there is a little anxiety.

Ji Qingyan slightly opened his mouth: "Offended."

As soon as the two words were uttered, the index finger and thumb of the right hand pinched a white chess piece and twisted it casually.The water-blue figure on the Hundred Flowers Terrace swayed for an instant, but his whole body seemed to be covered in snow, and the slight pulling sound of the cloth continued.I saw that the swirling snowflakes didn't land right away, as if being blown by the wind, they flew towards the water-blue shadow.At this moment, the figure rushed out from the snowflakes flying around, seemingly trying to avoid it, but when it got close to him, it suddenly changed its mind, and a sharp sword energy suddenly came towards Ji Qingyan!

The sword energy could have blocked the snowflakes, but Qi Ning refused to dodge, instead deliberately concealing the intention of the sword.This is a posture to die together!

The people under Baihuatai were a little surprised, Ji Qingyan was already a little late to hide, his eyes were cold, and when he was about to play another chess piece, he was afraid that he would really be killed, and when he flew away, he was in a panic.Qi Ning failed to make a single strike, but the sword energy also cut through the outer robe of Ji Qingyan's left arm, leaving a bloodstain, but he still refused to retreat and approached him.

The two are very close at hand, less than half a foot apart, Ji Qingyan's eyes turned cold: "Do you really think I won't kill you?"

Qi Ning's eyes suddenly softened, and he begged with a vague and undisguised misery, lowering his voice: "Master Ji, can you let me win this time?"

Ji Qingyan was slightly startled, gritted his teeth: "Why?"

"My father once said that as long as I rank in the top three in Soul-killing Cultivation and win in Baihuatai, I can marry whoever I want." Qin Ning's voice was hoarse, "I'm sorry for Cen Muyi, but I can't marry you." Against the orders of my parents, you allowed me to win this contest, and I will owe you a favor from Shuixingmen in the future."

Ji Qingyan's heart was agitated, and he was a little startled for a while.

"Not a single word of what I said is a lie, otherwise there will be thunder in the future, and there will be no place to die." Seeing that he didn't say anything, Qi Ning grabbed his wrist anxiously, "Isn't your Guan Lingdao related to Cen? Does Muyi have friendship? I know you care a lot about this apprentice, you don’t look at it for my sake, but also for his and Cen Muyi’s, so just treat it as helping him with this matter, okay?”

"And you know that Cen Muyi wants to marry you?" The voice was a little gritted.

"She, she hates me on the lips, but she treats me in her heart—" Qi Ning closed her eyes, "It doesn't matter if you believe it or not, if you don't agree to me today, only one person on Baihuatai can get out alive .”

After he finished speaking, he loosened Ji Qingyan's wrist and wanted to back away, but Ji Qingyan suddenly pulled him back, his eyes flickered, his expression was cold, his wrist seemed to be broken.

Qi Ning held his breath and remained silent.

After a long time, Ji Qingyan spoke softly, his voice unquestionable: "After you win, give me the raindrops."

Qin Ning's lips trembled and he nodded hastily.

Ji Qingyan gave him a cold look, and stepped back.

This martial arts contest was really inexplicable, the two of them secretly whispered something secretly, after that Ji Qingyan seemed to ignore everything, and unexpectedly left the stage.The people in the audience looked at each other, what happened, what did Qi Ning say to him?I thought it was a hearty competition, but I didn't expect that the winner was decided in such a unique way before even half a stick of incense passed.

The disciples of the Hua family on the high platform also seemed to be stunned, and it took a long time before they read: "Northern Gate Qi Ning wins!"

Huacaixing followed Ji Qingyan down the mountain, walking beside him, his voice was a little unhappy for some reason: "What did you mean just now? Since you want to save Guan Lingdao, you must improve your cultivation, why did you put the raindrops on the ground?" Give it to Qi Ning?"

Ji Qingyan stopped halfway up the mountain, looking at the continuous mountains: "Even if I have raindrops, no one can beat Yan Wudao. If you don't kill him, even if you get Guan Lingdao back by luck, it's not a big deal." long-term strategy."

Hua Caixing seemed a little angry: "The most urgent thing is to rescue him, and we will make other plans for the future. He has not been rescued yet, what are you worried about?"

Ji Qingyan turned his head to look at him, and after being quiet for a long time, he suddenly said: "You seem to be too concerned about Lingdao."

Hua Caixing looked up, and suddenly smiled meaningfully: "I'm just worrying about you, anyone can see what Guan Lingdao has in mind for you, he's probably looking forward to it with all his heart now. I want you to rescue him out."

One sentence made Ji Qingyan's heart ache.He sat down with his head bowed.

There was no chance of winning, so he had to fight them, no matter what, he had to rescue Guan Lingdao from that ghost place of Red Sandalwood Palace.Afterwards, it doesn't matter if he wanders around the world or hides his name, even if he is chased by Yan Wudao one day, he will be able to live a comfortable life before he dies.At that time, at that time, no matter what happens again, he will never let go——

Huacaixing left without knowing when, Ji Qingyan sat on the rock and looked into the distance, the sky turned dark and dark unconsciously, but he didn't realize it.The setting sun on the sea of ​​clouds changed from orange to red, clear and clear, and suddenly all fell into the endless white clouds.

Suddenly, there was a slight movement not far behind.

Ji Qingyan's eyelids moved slightly, but he didn't make any sound, his sleeves fluttered suddenly, and the snowflakes whirled all over the sky and went behind him.There was a soft cry of pain from behind, he turned around and stood up, only to see the twilight behind him, at some point there were a few masked men in black standing there, and there was no movement, the two behind were dripping with blood, making people feel eerie and weird .

Ji Qingyan looked at them, and instantly threw out thousands of white shadows with his hands, his body suddenly rose, and he flew towards the sea of ​​clouds behind the mountain.Before flying a few feet away, a yellow ribbon suddenly flew over from behind, wrapping his legs tightly!

Ji Qingyan was furious in his heart, unable to move in the air, under the struggle, Huang Ling became tighter and tighter.His hand was cut off like a sharp sword, and with all his aura, he tore it several times, but he couldn't break Huang Ling.Huang Ling continued to wrap around his body, Ji Qingyan's anger became more and more intense.This Huang Ling is probably a magic weapon refined by someone with a high level of cultivation, and with his current level of cultivation, he will definitely not be able to break free.

What are these people going to do, kill him, or kidnap him?

A few people behind him flew towards him, and the leader drew out a sharp sword and charged straight at Ji Qingyan.

These people are going to kill him.

Ji Qingyan flipped his fingers and pinched a chess piece.Even if it's useless, he still can't let these people succeed easily, if he can kill one, it's one.Seeing that he hasn't returned for a long time, Hua Caixing and Shi Knocking Sound must come to look for him. He will last until then, or wait until someone passes by here——

The sword went straight into the body.

Snowflakes flew, and the man who stabbed him was covered in blood, his throat was cut, he looked at him like a dead fish, and fell from the air.

Ji Qingyan's forehead was covered with cold sweat, and he looked at the few remaining people in front of him calmly.The next masked man in black didn't even look down at the man, he drew his sword and came up to him.

There are so many of them, and sooner or later they will be invincible.Ji Qingyan's lips turned white, and he was struck by the sword again without a sound.These people are all going the same way, they would rather get injured, or even die, than kill Ji Qingyan.

He had two swords stuck in his body, and blood gushed out from the blades like a spring, and he didn't know how long he could last.

At this moment, there was some movement in the woods behind, and a slight wind sound passed by, and the figures of those people swayed instantly.Ji Qingyan narrowed his eyes slightly, the masked man in black fell to the ground like a leaf before he could even make a sound.

A black figure came out of the woods.Through the moonlight, Ji Qingyan could see that it was an old man, wearing an old bamboo hat, with white beard fluttering messily in the wind, reaching to his waist.

Who is an enemy or a friend?

The old man flew towards Ji Qingyan, and when he arrived beside him, his face was very strange, but there were some emotions in his eyes that he didn't understand, like longing, but also like gratification, mixed together and intricate.

He looked down at the Huang Ling wrapped around Ji Qingyan's body, and said bitterly: "It's not a thing."

With a random pull, the Huang Ling was broken like a piece of rag.

Ji Qingyan couldn't stand it anymore, his body fell down unconsciously: "Who are you?"

The old man immediately supported his waist: "Let's go, let's go down the mountain, don't care who I am." He carried Ji Qingyan on his shoulder, stuffed a red leaf in his mouth, and patted his forehead lightly With a pat, Ji Qingyan's eyes suddenly turned black and he lost consciousness.