When the devil

Chapter 14 Sang Luo

"Okay, let's get down to business. After hearing what happened to He Yu, I came here to play on a whim, and found something amazing hidden in this cellar."

When Xia Zhou said this, he had already crossed the long and narrow steps and walked into the depths. Before Wei Ling entered, he heard the sound of swords being swung inside. When he stepped into the cellar, he saw a young man holding a sword in the open space. Holding a book in his left hand, he tried to move his sword while reciting silently.

This cellar was originally a warehouse, filled with all kinds of things, and even messy book scrolls scattered all over the place, but there was an empty space in the middle, where there were broken wooden figures, with countless deep and shallow sword marks.

Wei Ling could guess at a glance that this might be the place where He Yu used to practice.

And the young man in front of him at this time is his apprentice Mochi, his eyes are fixed on the words on the book, his sword moves lightly, it can be said that he is engrossed, and he has not noticed Xia Zhou and Wei Ling at all.

"It seems that after the battle with Jiuying, He Yu has been trying to practice again. He must also know that it is a daydream to save all beings with the power of ordinary people." Xia Zhou folded his arms and leaned lazily by the door.

Wei Ling was startled, Xia Zhou's casual words sounded familiar to him, and when he looked at the ink pool in front of him where he practiced swords, he suddenly became indistinct.

Gu Xuancheng once prostrated himself in front of him and worshiped him as his teacher, saying that he is no more than an ordinary person now, so why should he care about the world.

But when he practiced, he was always so hasty, so eager for success, Jian Feng walked towards the cat and the tiger, regardless of the severity.

Although the person practicing the sword in front of him is Mochi, the momentum of the sword is somewhat similar to that of Gu Xuancheng. Wei Ling was already in a state of confusion, and opened his mouth without thinking deeply: "Cultivation is based on stability, and the foundation is stable, and then you can deal with it." Everything changes rapidly. You can't just copy, Xuan Cheng—"

When the word "Xuan Cheng" was called out, Wei Ling suddenly lost his composure, and Mochi, who was practicing swords, also stopped when he heard the sound, and looked up at Wei Ling.

"Master!" He was obsessed with sword practice, and he didn't hear what Wei Ling said at all. Now he was in a good mood, and he put the sword behind his back and walked forward: "This sword manual is too powerful! It's just that there are some things. I did not understand."

Once Mochi started to practice, he couldn't keep other things in his mind. Weiling was also embarrassed by calling the wrong name just now. The name of the spectrum is "Five Layers of Sword Spirit", and the first layer has only one word "Sui" at the end.

He looked back and found that each weight ended with a word, namely: following, moving, still, coagulating, and uniting.

Back then, He Yu had a very high level of cultivation, and was especially proficient in swordsmanship. He had left several wonderful sword manuals of fairy arts, which are still used by the disciples of Liulishan. They are different, presumably he was unfamiliar with the sword just now, all because he learned from the sword manual in his hand and now uses the gourd to draw the ladle.

This fivefold sword spirit should have been written by He Yu during his stay in this temple.

Wei Ling casually flipped through the sword manual. The content of the sword manual was very simple and could be read in a few pages. Among them, the first three levels were pure swordsmanship, and the fourth level involved black arts.

"So, people said that there is a sword manual here to practice, so you followed?" Wei Ling closed the sword manual.

"Ah——" Mochi blinked, and then blinked again, his clever face was full of innocence, and his voice became soft as if he had been discouraged: "I, how did I know that Murong Chenhao would come suddenly, and what to say? I went to see the Peerless Sword Manual. I guessed that he might be lying to me, and I was trying to use this as an excuse to settle the score with him, but I didn't expect..."

How could Wei Ling not understand his apprentice? Mochi is a well-known cultivator. Back then, he sneaked into the library of Liulishan more than once, just to see the secret books inside. For this reason, Meng Lanzhou punished him to kneel in the ice cave After three days and three nights, as soon as he came out, he sneaked in again, and memorized all the secret books he had read without sleep or food. After that, a barrier was set up on the Liulishan library to keep the ink pond outside.

Wei Ling also taught him that not all cheat books can be practiced, and some of them are inherently restrained, and they will go crazy if they go indiscriminately. Fortunately, Mochi has a good talent for martial arts, but not a high talent for immortal arts. He couldn't practice it by memorizing it, and most of what he learned was martial arts and the most basic immortal methods. Now that he thinks about it, this is a good thing, at least he didn't let his life not be paid for by his blood.

"You can practice up to the third level of this sword manual, and the fourth level is related to witchcraft, so it is not suitable for practice." Wei Ling returned the sword manual to Mochi, and walked to other books at the same time, exploring one by one.

"Witchcraft?" Mochi turned to the fourth level, frowning and looked at it: "Isn't this the sword manual left by Immortal He Yu? How could there be sorcery? Could it be that he is doing evil things behind his back?"

"Whether it is a fairy or a demon, after all, it is only one of the ways of cultivation. Good and evil depend on people's hearts."

Wei Ling read a few booklets, some of which were some methods of practicing swords intermittently, but most of them were not finished, perhaps because of loss of inspiration, or lack of time, seeing the familiar and scribbled handwriting, Wei Ling only sighed.

"Isn't Murong Xiu's sorcery? I think he's pretty bad."

When Mochi said this, he didn't care that there was Xia Zhou standing by the door, he was always straightforward, and he didn't think about whether he would offend anyone.

"Why am I broken?"

But not only Xia Zhou was there, Murong Chenhao also jumped in from the door——

Wei Ling heard the sound and looked, and was surprised to see the person who came. He clearly heard Murong Chenhao's voice, but the person who walked up to him was the young man who invited Guo Jianchao to meet Qiuhua at Wanlefang today.

Xia Zhou actually let Murong Chenhao infiltrate directly pretending to be someone from Wanlefang? !

"You...!" Mochi took a step back: "Why did you change another skin?"

Murong Chenhao blinked at him: "I'm very busy, not like you."

Mo Chi was frightened by his winking eyes, but the master is here, he can't lose his momentum even if his mentality is defeated, so he pretended to be calm: "...Which eye of yours sees me idle?"

Murong Chenhao stopped talking to him, turned around, first saluted Wei Ling respectfully, and then turned to Xia Zhou: "Pavilion Master, the high-quality Sangluo wine has been delivered."

Xia Zhou, who had nothing to do with himself, answered, "Very good!" He stood up straight, and said in a magnanimous tone: "You can come to this cellar whenever you want, and you don't need to say hello. Tonight you two are The guests of Shuiyue Pavilion, I wonder if it would be nice for me to have a drink outside?"

The little idiot Mo Chi really took this set, and his face was full of excitement, but he was still a little, a little bit rational, and he opened his mouth out of necessity: "This, maybe, I have to ask my master."

Hearing his voice, Wei Ling was so wronged that she was about to wring out water, what else could she do, she had to admit it!

In fact, on the way here, I suspected that Xiazhou might be bad for Mochi, but I didn’t expect it to be such a cause and effect in the end, and I relaxed a little for no reason, plus the Sang Luojiu mentioned by Murong Chenhao just now, Wei Ling was very interested , that is a famous wine that he has heard about for a long time and has never tried it, so he naturally has no reason to refuse.

"Then bother Master Xia."

The four of them left the cellar and returned to the lively courtyard. Murong Chenhao secretly changed back to his usual appearance at some point. As soon as he sat down, he was surrounded by female disciples. A gentle and polite young man like him is really attractive. The little girl likes it. In contrast, although Xia Zhou is handsome, he is moody all day long. In the eyes of outsiders, he is no different from a lunatic. Wei Ling is by his side, making anyone who wants to talk to Wei Ling stand back and dare not bother.

This night was a joyful banquet, with the sound of playing the zither, not like the luxury in the palace, not like the loneliness in the mountains.

Wei Ling is good at wine, but Sang Luo wine is too strong and does not put him down. Xia Zhou slowly told him about the origin and legend of this wine, with a deep and melodious voice, like a cool breeze blowing through his hair. He held the wine glass , quietly listening to his story, thinking that the little cat demon back then was really promising and knew more things than himself.

The bonfire in the distance was crackling, and three years had passed, but Wei Ling still remembered that in the cold Cangming Temple, he and the cat demon lit a fire, smelling the smell of burning wood and sleeping next to each other.At that time, he more or less guessed that the seemingly harmless cat demon beside him was really Wuwu, but he couldn't bear the loneliness, so he greedily accepted his company.

There was constant noise around, Mochi was having fun with those disciples, but Wei Ling felt very quiet, it was very peaceful, very indifferent, as if all the sounds were going away with him.

"You said my adoptive father, will he regret it before he dies?" Wei Ling put the wine glass on it, staring at the sparkling wine in a daze.

Xia Zhou was stacking the grapes one by one, and had just piled up three, when Wei Ling suddenly asked, and his hands stopped.

"No." He picked up the grapes, and lay back, leaning on the back of the chair, with two slender legs resting on the table leisurely.

Wei Ling looked at him in surprise: "Why?"

Xia Zhoudao: "People like you seem to be kind-hearted, but you are actually very arrogant. You are not someone else, but you judge good and evil for others. There are thousands of reasons, but you can't confuse your conscience. Oh, the heart is the heart. I have to add the word 'good', I think when He Yu died, he didn't blame heaven or earth, he didn't blame others for bullying him, he only blamed himself for not being able to save the people in front of him."

Wei Ling listened, and drank the precious wine in his hand. His neck was soft, and some hair was covered with it. The elegant curve extended to the corners of his lips, as soft as the clear dew in early autumn.

The smell of burning and spicy wine poured in, leaving a trace of pure sweetness lingering in the throat.

Wei Ling opened her eyes again, looking at the night and the bright moon from afar.

"He was buried in the sea of ​​flames to suppress his soul?"

Xia Zhou let out a "hmm".

"You know that suppressing the soul is not a pleasant spell." Wei Ling smiled, a very gentle smile: "The so-called suppressing the soul is to appease the dead. When a person dies, the resentment will not be dissipated. If there is too much resentment, it will be integrated. Resentment, resentment will attract evil spirits, and the evil spirits that seek resentment will stay in the world, and it will cause great disaster."

Wei Ling said the last few words with such certainty and determination, as if they were deliberately emphasizing it for Xia Zhou.

The Xia Zhou back then was that evil monster that came following resentment.

Wei Ling knew that she must have drunk too much to say such things to Xia Zhou.And Xia Zhou was still lazy, and didn't think of this topic with himself at all.

Wei Ling continued: "The more people die, the more they need to suppress the soul. The caster must use his own magic power to infiltrate the resentment and resonate with the resentment. At that time, you will hear their pain, helplessness, loneliness and despair. .”

"I know, and I can hear it." Xia Zhou put his hands behind his head and swayed on the chair: "For a demon, this is a delicious delicacy with a lingering fragrance."

"And the person who performs the soul suppression must not only understand those resentments, but also comfort those resentments, guide, appease, appease them, until they are annihilated." Wei Ling still smiled: "If you are a little careless, you will be swallowed by resentment. Some are dead, some are branded for life, haunted by nightmares every night."

Xia Zhou stared at Wei Ling, his face flushed after drinking, his eyes looked at the fire light, the fire light flickered in his pupils, reflecting his gentle outline, dyed a little helpless.

"Although the adoptive father ended up in a state of insanity, but he was able to complete the sedation in that state, I think he should have never wavered, and never regretted it. Wouldn't it be more arrogant in this way?"

Wei Ling didn't know why he mentioned this to Xia Zhou, maybe he just wanted to talk, even if there were stones beside him, it didn't matter, after he finished speaking, he continued to drink, his mind floated lightly into the distance.

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