Imminent Misfortune [Rebirth]

Lin Lingqing had a brief chat with Yin Changxin, and then bid farewell to Master.The two little crane demons graciously wanted to send him off, but he coaxed them to decline.

So Lin Lingqing still walked down alone.The calm and plain expression spread between the slightly lowered, beautiful eyebrows and eyes.He seemed to be still immersed in some thoughts that were not easy to get rid of, and it took a long time to take a light breath, and the slightly cold air poured into his lungs.

Before he reached the end of the Qingshi path, he suddenly saw a stern black-clothed boy leaning against a pine tree with a knife in his arms, staring at the snow with blank eyes, wondering what he was thinking.

"Zhiyuan." Lin Lingqing blinked and hurried a few steps, "Are you waiting for me?"

"...Ah," Fang Zhiyuan suddenly came back to his senses, and answered vaguely at first.After another moment of silence, he turned his face away awkwardly, and added in a low voice: "I... I can't see your people, so I still feel uneasy."

"..." Lin Lingqing moved her lips, unable to speak for a moment.

He watched Fang Zhiyuan grow up from a young age.Xu Yun's little disciples were afraid that their Second Senior Brother Fang was not unreasonable, this person was very crazy when he was a child, wild and evil, even after going through many hardships in the world and becoming the head of the fairy, he has always maintained a vigorous and resolute style.

Such a person is now so frightened and restless by him.It's really... Lin Lingqing felt sorry for seeing it.

Even if the sound of one person's footsteps becomes two people's, and there are two more people's conversations, it still seems quiet in this mountain.

Fang Zhiyuan looked ahead, "Why is Master looking for you?"

The sweet-scented osmanthus flower is now kept by Lin Lingqing in the Qiankun bag she wears with her.Lin Lingqing thought about it for a while, and then asked a separate question: "Zhiyuan, do you remember when you were a child—I mean, what did you look like at this time in your previous life?"

Fang Zhiyuan sneered, showing a bit of nostalgia, "What else could it be like. It's fierce, very bad, and you spoil it with lawlessness."

"I only know how to practice swordsmanship, toss you every day, don't give you a good face, and fight with you when I get excited. The outside world says that Xu Yun's first disciple and second disciple are not compatible."

Lin Lingqing picked out the words he wanted to hook out of Fang Xianshou's self-deprecating words very accurately: "Why did you practice swords so crazily?"

Fang Zhiyuan was stunned when he asked, "What is why? What do you want to say?"

"You forgot? ... That's nothing."

Lin Lingqing looked at him steadfastly, rolled up his sleeves, "Accompany me for a walk first, I finally came back, this Taiqing Island Xuyun Peak, I still want to look around."

Fang Zhiyuan originally opposed it, but just after being reborn, he still regarded Lin Lingqing as the sick and weak demon king who would shatter at the first touch—sometimes the psychological shadow is too deep, and it is always difficult to reverse it for a while.

But Lin Lingqing insisted, Fang Zhiyuan finally compromised.

The two of them walked down the mountain unhurriedly, and chatted casually, most of which were memories of their teenage years.

The swords were confronted under this tree, and the Taoism was discussed on that rock. The years of accompanying each other seem to be vividly remembered.

"By the way, that child... is called Shen Xiaojiang."

Lin Lingqing thought about this again, "I had some impressions in my previous life. He is a hidden spirit root, and his temperament looks very good. Such a child will make rapid progress once he awakens."

"You intend to train him?"

"It's not just him. If it's a certainty that the celestial disaster will come, then the world will soon change. I'm a senior brother, and I always have to think about the future of the sect."

After finishing speaking, Lin Lingqing sighed softly, closed his eyes and shook his head, and said no more.

When the sky gradually darkened, they also went down the mountain.At the foot of the mountain, smoke billowed from the earthen huts, and it was the disciples from the outer sect who started to cook.

Most of Xu Yun's outer sects are young disciples, but they don't only recruit children.Looking around, there are white-haired old people in their seventies and eighties to little milk babies of two or three years old who are learning to speak.

Taiqing Island is surrounded by the mighty Henghai Sea. Now it is the time of high tide, and the laughter of children can be faintly heard accompanied by the sound of distant waves.

Unlike a majestic fairy sect, it is more like a warm farmhouse and mountain village.

The two of them didn't bother those children, one with a sword and the other with a sword, flew away from Taiqing Island, and sat quietly hanging on the sea.

The waves rolled silently, and the crimson sunset was flowing on the water.Lin Lingqing closed his eyes slightly, and suddenly heard Fang Zhiyuan beside him say, "This is it."

Lin Lingqing couldn't help turning his head, just as the sea breeze was blowing, he saw the hair on Fang Zhiyuan's forehead being blown into disorder.

Fang Zhiyuan pointed to a piece of sea and said with a smile, "Back then, you were here to drag me out of the sea."

Lin Lingqing was stunned for a moment, and then smiled: "You have a good memory, the sea looks the same, how can you remember where it is?"

Fang Zhiyuan said softly: "I just remember."

After he finished speaking, he took a short breath, "Senior brother, I know what you are going to say, I remembered why I practiced swords back then."

Fang Zhiyuan didn't look back, just stared at the sea, and spread his hands beside him, "Give it to me."

Lin Lingqing was silent for a moment, then spread his hands.

In the hand is the fragrant sweet-scented osmanthus.

——Golden Osmanthus Palace, the first palace in the fairy world.Standing in Liuhua Continent, he acts openly and aboveboard, behaves with great benevolence and righteousness, and has not been involved in power struggles for nearly a hundred years. He has neither alliances nor enemies. He has always been regarded as the most fair and prestige in the fairy world.

There is even an unwritten but comfortable rule in the fairy world, that the burden of the fairy head in the fairy world is always carried by the owner of Jingui Palace.

In the previous life, Fang Zhiyuan also succeeded as the lord of the Jingui Palace first, and was later honored as the head of the fairy.

The Golden Osmanthus Examination is a competition in the fairy world set up by the Golden Osmanthus Palace for the next generation of young people, and it is a feast for the proud sons of heaven.

Almost no one can resist the temptation of Jingui trial.

It can give you everything you can imagine--

For fame, the status of the Golden Osmanthus Palace in the fairy world is enough to help you become famous in a battle; for wealth, the world’s most precious treasures are given as rewards without money; for power, countless sects are eyeing this opportunity to attract talents.

For Taoism, the Jingui Palace Collection Pavilion contains everything, and there are countless fairy artifacts in the small fantasy world, which are specially opened for the top twelve in the Jingui test; It is an opportunity for many powerful people in the Nascent Soul stage and even the Mahayana stage to be jealous.

I don't know how many geniuses have left their first strokes in the history, all of which are painted in the appearance of light golden osmanthus.

Lin Lingqing took Fang Zhiyuan's hand and put the sweet-scented osmanthus in his palm: "Master told me...the golden osmanthus test is about to open. It's time for us to prepare."

Fang Zhiyuan took it.

The next moment, he threw the sweet-scented osmanthus into the sea with no expression on his face.

——Almost no one can resist the temptation of the Jingui trial, but unfortunately, the future Palace Master Jingui himself is not included.

However, Lin Lingqing seemed to have expected that he was going to go crazy, and raised his finger indifferently, and the flower returned to his hand with spiritual power.

Fang Zhiyuan: "..."

Lin Lingqing raised his eyebrows helplessly: "Zhiyuan."

Unexpectedly, Fang Zhiyuan's voice suddenly turned cold: "I said, I will stay in Taiqing Island in this life, and I won't go anywhere!"

Lin Lingqing asked: "The Fang family, don't you want to go back..."

Fang Zhiyuan glared at him gloomyly, and interrupted coldly: "What do those grandchildren have to do with me!?"

Lin Lingqing: "...Speak well, don't curse."

A wave came and hit a rock on the shore of Taiqing Island.In an instant, water droplets splashed everywhere, shining under the setting sun, so dazzling that it made people want to cry.

Lin Lingqing raised his eyes, his vision couldn't help being a little blurred.

He took a risk with the forbidden technique of rebirth. Although he was trying his best to control it, he didn't know exactly how long he could go back.

It turned out that he went back to Jingui to try this node.

It's been so long, so long...

He thought back to the time when he first met Fang Zhiyuan.

It was a moonlit night.

The waves gleamed silvery under the moonlight.More than a dozen Yin demons roared, coming from the sky, from the water, and from all directions, biting the struggling child in the sea.

A young fairy in white clothes and a snow sword came riding the waves.

In a single thought, the Yin demon is completely wiped out.

... Back then, when Lin Lingqing hugged the dying Fang Zhiyuan from this sea area, the child was bloody, cold and wet, and had no breath.

The wet messy black hair, the dilapidated black clothes, the colorless lips and the pair of naturally sharp and beautiful eyes were all slightly opened, but the eyeballs were cloudy like dead gray, without even a shred of light.

Back then, if Lin Lingqing had come a breath or two later, the future Xianshou would have died in the cold and suffocating deep sea...without repenting.

At that time, Yin Changxin happened to be away, so Lin Lingqing took the child back to Xuyun Peak, and was so shocked that he couldn't speak during the treatment.

Old wounds were piled on top of new wounds, many of which were corroded by Yin Qi and could not heal.There is no good meat in the whole body, and the internal organs are also depleted to the point of exhaustion.The whole person is skinny and bony, obviously used to starving...

But what was even more horrifying was the five festering ring-shaped old wounds on his neck, both wrists, and both ankles.

——This child, who was only in his teens, had been imprisoned in a special iron chain for several years.

Just like that, he was still...alive.

It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a miracle, and I don't know what kind of physique and what kind of will can do it.

Xuyun is a fairy mountain, and spiritual herbs and medicines can be seen everywhere.Lin Lingqing is already a member of the immortal sect, and he is also very proficient in medical skills.

Even so, Fang Zhiyuan also fell into a coma for five whole days.During the period, he was on the verge of death several times, and he survived with his last breath by relying on Lin Lingqing to lose his spiritual power.

At that time, Xu Yunfeng and Yin Changxin were only three people. Lin Lingqing hadn't built a cave yet, so he and Yu Hongtang lived in a two-story bamboo house in the mountains.

The master is lazy and stupid, and the junior sister is too young, so he is the one who does all the chores.Lin Lingqing is very particular about the child, even if he has bigu, he still has to eat three meals a day.

In the early morning when Fang Zhiyuan woke up, he rolled up his sleeves and exposed his white and tender arms. He was washing rice and jujubes in the kitchen, preparing to cook porridge.

Suddenly the door behind him creaked.Lin Lingqing looked back against the morning light... Heh, the little boy he carried out of the sea, with loose black hair and a single shirt, stepped on the ground with bare feet.

Fang Zhiyuan's complexion was still pale, his legs and feet were flimsy, his breath was weak, and he couldn't even stand while holding on to the door frame... But his eyes were so cold that it made people feel cold all over his body.

12-year-old Lin Lingqing lived in seclusion in the mountains with Yin Changxin for four years and practiced in the mountains. From Qimen Dunjia to Gufu Lingtong, he has achieved great success in cultivation and can form alchemy just by a chance.

The young man in white clothes and white fur is cold and out of the dust. He reads and practice swords in the morning and evening.

The 12-year-old Fang Zhiyuan is a taboo who was imprisoned and mutilated by the Fang family in Liuhuazhou.

Except for half of his bruised life, and an iron knife he snatched when he escaped from Fang's house, he didn't have anything else.

Two people, two juveniles...

When we met, it was originally a difference between clouds and mud.

--but.

None of them are normal people.

Therefore, the first words of the future fairy head and the demon king will naturally not be normal: "You woke up, are you still uncomfortable?" "Where is this, you saved me?" and so on.

The sky outside the window is hazy, and there are birds chirping in the breeze.

Inside the house, after a long period of silent staring at each other...

Fang Zhiyuan at the door stared at his "savior" with a cold expression, and said hoarsely, "...where is my knife."

At the same time, Lin Lingqing in front of the window shook the water drops on his fingertips, and said very calmly, "Come here, wash the red beans for me."

"..."