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Reshape Yuan Dan?

Bian Ling felt that he might not have woken up, or was still in a dream, that's why he heard such presumptuous words.He rubbed his eyebrows and said, "What did you just say?"

Ji Bingzhu stood on the spot, his toes on the carpet curled up slightly, the light from the candlestick poured from his side and illuminated half of his body, he raised his head slightly, half of his face was hidden in the darkness, and he could only vaguely See an outline.

He pursed his lips, lowered his eyelashes, stayed for a while, and repeated it again, saying: "Cultivating demons is a wrong path that will never be restored. Even if you resent this world, you must be careful again and again. Don't do it casually." Cultivate demons."

Bian Ling said: "I never thought about it..."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly froze and his voice stopped abruptly.

Bian Ling asked himself, when his Yuan Dan was abolished, and he was reduced from being a body chosen by heaven to being inferior to a cripple, did he really not have the idea of ​​cultivating demons?

Bian Ling didn't speak anymore, and Ji Bingzhu was rarely quiet. There was a sound of flapping wings in the courtyard, and a few crows flew from outside the secluded forest and landed on the phoenix tree outside the window. They tilted their heads and looked at the window. There were two intertwined shadows in the room. After a long time, there was a trace of humanity in the pupils, and then a few chirps suddenly came out.

Crows are ominous.

Ji Bingzhu's pupils shrank when he heard the crow's cry.

Bian Ling saw Ji Bingzhu lowered his head, and his thin body was almost pitiful. He didn't get used to Ji Bingzhu's quietness for a while, so he frowned slightly and said, "You...you can really reshape Yuan Dan?"

Ji Bingzhu raised his head slightly, seeing Bian Ling's eyes flashing wantonly, he nodded, and said seriously: "Yes, when I have nothing to do here, I am always thinking about how to reshape Yuandan, probably by my The research is almost done, you are the first living person I have seen in the past 700 years, let me use you as an experiment."

Bian Ling: "..."

When Ji Bingzhu said this, his eyes, which were still Gujing Wubo just now, suddenly became rippling, and his eyes became more and more radiant under the slight sway of the candlelight. He said: "Speaking of this reshaping Yuandan, The whole house next to me is full of ancient books about Yuan Dan, and I can almost recite them, you really believe me, I am very good, very good."

He was about to stretch out his hand again to show how powerful he was, Bian Ling grabbed his wrist to keep him from flailing around, Ji Bingzhu looked at him with a smile on his face, and said, "Would you like to give it a try?" ?"

Bian Ling didn't feel that he had anything to lose now, and there was nothing wrong with being used as a test subject by Ji Bingzhu. He just cared about another question, "Why did you spend so long researching and reshaping Yuandan?"

Ji Bingzhu's body froze, because Bian Ling was still holding his wrist, so he clearly felt something strange about him, and he was even more surprised at the moment.

Ji Bingzhu has a reckless temper, and he always does things based on his preferences without asking right and wrong. During the past few days of getting along, he has been completely heartless. Bian Ling almost feels that he is smiling at him all the time. Smile, that smile almost seems to grow on his face, it is completely impossible to tell whether it is sincere or fake.

But at this time, his face half hidden in the shadows seemed to show a trace of sadness, that trace of emotion was too faint, so faint that it almost made Bian Ling think that it was just an illusion caused by his momentary dazzling.

However, it is the most real.

Ji Bingzhu said: "I..."

He wanted to say something, but he closed his mouth again, as if hesitating to say or not, Bian Ling held his hand, feeling the cool temperature of his wrist, but soon, he realized that something was wrong.

Because Ji Bingzhu's wrist has no pulse at all.

Bian Ling let go suddenly, his expression changed slightly, and he instinctively took half a step back.

Ji Bingzhu didn't notice Bian Age's abnormality, he pursed his lips, and then shook his lower lip slightly with his teeth, looking really entangled, before he raised his head and said after a while: "Speaking of it, people from the Gujing Continent There are so many ancient books, and there are many records about the remodeling of Yuan Dan, but no one has been able to study where Yuan Dan came from in the past tens of thousands of years... Hmm? What's wrong with you, Ling? Why? so far away from me?"

Bian Ling felt the residual temperature under his fingertips, and suppressed his beating heart forcibly before making a sound, "Well, tell me."

Ji Bingzhu was heartless, didn't see Bian Ling's fear of him, and continued: "So, I was too boring to be trapped here, so I asked Luo Mo to help me find a lot of ancient books. Well, they are all in In the study next to it, do you want to see it? Oh, oh, it's too late now, so you can go and see it tomorrow."

Bian Ling said with difficulty: "Okay."

Only then did Ji Bingzhu laugh again. He stretched out his hand to stroke back the long hair hanging on his forehead. When he accidentally touched the black crow feather next to his hair, he remembered what he was here for. The crow feather was held in the palm of his hand, and he said to Bian Ling: "Then let's choose a day, it's better to hit the sun, today is it."

As he spoke, he shook the crow feather in his hand.

Bian Ling felt that the expert's words and deeds were too presumptuous, but he couldn't think of anything to refute, so he nodded at him, and his expression became even more indifferent.

Seeing him nodding, Ji Bingzhu smiled even more, and he said: "Then you wait here, I'll go out and prepare something, and I'll be back soon."

After saying that, he ran out.

Bian Ling sat on the edge of the bed, twitching the pads of his thumb and index finger slightly, as if there was still the temperature of Ji Bingzhu's body on them.

Ji Bingzhu's spiritual power is powerful, and his identity is a mystery. He looks like an ordinary person, except...he has no pulse.

No matter how high the power is, even during the retreat period, it is impossible not to have a pulse. Just now Bian Ling held his wrist for a long time, but he didn't feel the slightest beating of his pulse. If it wasn't because of him The body still has temperature, as if...

Like a dead person.

Thinking of this, Bian Ling shuddered uncontrollably. Only then did he realize that the window had been opened at some point. At this time, late autumn had passed, the weather was cold, and the night wind was blowing. , for an ordinary person like Bian Ling, it was still a bit overwhelming.

He walked to the bed and stretched out his hand to close the window that opened to the outside, but just as he stretched out his hand, he touched a faint icy cold. He was taken aback and closed the window halfway before seeing himself A crystal white snowflake fell on the back of the hand.

The snowflakes seemed to be frozen solid, falling on the back of Bian Ling's hand in a thin piece, and it took a while for it to slowly melt into a small drop of ice water.

Logically speaking, late autumn has just passed, no matter how cold the weather is, it is impossible for it to snow so quickly, but at this time Bian Ling looked out through the other half of the window, and at some point outside it began to snow lightly. If you don't look carefully, you can't see it.

Ji Bingzhu quickly ran back with a pile of books in his arms. He threw those books on the ground, saw Bian Ling standing in front of the window thinking, and waved: "It's snowing outside, There is nothing to see now, but tomorrow morning you will be able to see a vast expanse of whiteness, and it will be very beautiful when you go to see it. Forget about that, come quickly, let’s reshape Yuan Dan as soon as possible tonight.”

He spoke so lightly that Bian Ling couldn't help but rolled his eyes at him, and walked over slowly.

Ji Bingzhu sat cross-legged on the carpet, frowning and reading a book, probably because the light was too dark, he almost leaned the tip of his nose against the book, Bian Ling couldn't read it anymore, brought the candlestick over and put it beside him to illuminate him.

Only then did Ji Bingzhu feel better, he blinked his right eye at Bian Ling while he was busy, and said, "A Ling, you are so caring."

Bian Ling ignored him, and stretched out his hand to look through the books he had scattered all over the floor, but after flipping through several books, he found that none of the books Ji Bingzhu was reading had a single word on the paper, and the whole text was vague and vague. One piece of white.

Bian Ling flipped through it again and again, and finally threw the book aside, saying: "There are no words in this book?"

Ji Bingzhu was muttering to himself: "My life...spirit...is placed...in the inner palace...well, what does this mean?"

Seeing his concentration, Bian Ling didn't want to disturb him, so he just sat aside and looked at Ji Bingzhu who was seriously flipping through the book.

In the ancient thorns, Ji Bingzhu's appearance will be snapped up by countless people no matter where he goes. In this world, the strong are respected, and some rare women who have cultivated to become powerful love this kind of outstanding appearance and weak body. There is a female demon cultivator in Luyi City where Bian Ling lives. She even robbed a hundred men and hid them in such a big cave. "Ah" at the beginning, the reputation was so low.

Bian Ling thought a little wildly: If Ji Bingzhu came to Luyi City, would that dominatrix just go crazy and desperately want to get this man whose appearance can't be described as outstanding at all?

He was thinking wildly on the sidelines, but Ji Bingzhu was seriously studying how to reshape Yuandan, after about half an hour, Ji Bingzhu seemed to clear his mind, closed the book, and said seriously: "I see. "

Bian Ling was drowsy at the side, and was awakened suddenly by his cry, and almost bumped into the candlestick. He rubbed his eyes and said, "What do you know?"

Ji Bingzhu said: "Yuan Dan is condensed, the inner palace gathers spirits, and the tendons hang on it, so as to assist the original spirit and suppress the violent spirit."

Bian Ling: "?"

Bian Ling didn't understand a word. He was considered a genius in Bian's family, but I don't know if what Ji Bingzhu said was different from what he had learned before, or if he was originally stupid and had no choice. Get the essence of these words.

Ji Bingzhu still had the crow's feather in his hair, he pinched it in the palm of his hand, slightly raised it in front of Bian Ling, and then moved away with his slender fingers, the crow's feather was hanging in front of the two of them, fluttering slightly.

Ji Bingzhu looked at Bian Ling, and said softly: "It's just that the biggest disadvantage of reshaping Yuan Dan is that if you become more resentful in the future..."

At this time, a few crows suddenly came from outside the window, hoarse and somewhat gloomy.

Ji Bingzhu said: "Obsession is only in one thought."

Bian Ling was slightly taken aback.

Ji Bingzhu: "Think about it, if you will eventually become a demon in the future, then don't accept reshaping Yuandan, because it will have no meaning to your final result. Reshaping Yuandan is extremely risky, and it may If you are not careful, you will die."

His eyes were burning like candle flames, and his eyes were firm and serious that Bian Ling had never seen before.

"Can you guarantee that you will never be enchanted in the future?"

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