Mu Ling's voice suddenly stopped, and she turned around to follow the sound, only to see a young man wearing a thin Taoist robe standing on the snow, with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes.

"It's me."

The person who came was none other than Lin Jingzhe. He originally wanted to look for Xiao Wu for a while, but unexpectedly he ended up here inexplicably.

At first he thought the person kneeling on the grave was not a human being, but then he realized something was wrong, so he looked closer and found that the person who was complaining about his sins was actually the senior sister.

I don’t know if I was too absorbed in what I was listening to, or if the wind at the tomb was too chilly. I forgot my luck to keep out the cold, and let the cold air enter my body. I couldn’t hold it in anymore, and I shivered.

"Did you hear clearly what I just said?" Senior Sister said with a frosty face and a voice as cold as ice.

"Yes, ah, no." Lin Jingzhe quickly explained: "The wind was too loud and I couldn't hear clearly."

"Then do you want to listen to it again?"

"Eh, me?" Li Jingzhe came back to his senses and waved his hands quickly: "I don't want to hear it, I don't want to hear it."

After saying that, he quickly kicked off his feet and prepared to escape.

"stop!"

Mu Ling stood up and shouted coldly: "Since you heard my self-complaint, I will spare you."

Before he finished speaking, Lin Jingzhe saw a black light slicing towards his neck.

Black light?

Lin Jingzhe suddenly remembered that three years ago, when he secretly followed his senior brother into the forbidden area of ​​​​the back mountain, he discovered the duel between fireballs and black lights in the sky at the back mountain cemetery.

Could it be that the black light is the black light at this time?

Lin Jingzhe hurriedly squeezed his fingers to activate his spiritual power.

Smart and successful.

Water archery!

More than a dozen water arrows rushed into the shooting black light.

Perhaps due to the weather, the condensed water arrows turned into dozens of ice arrows, and the ice arrows were naturally harder than water arrows.

"Ping ping ping pong."

However, the ice arrow couldn't withstand it for even half a second, and was chopped into pieces by the black light. It slowed down slightly and struck Lin Jingzhe's neck again.

Lin Jingzhe was startled, secretly making a gesture, and when he quickly retreated, he saw him raise his hand and clap, and a fireball as big as a jade plate hit the black light.

"boom."

Wu Guang chopped off the fireball again and cut it against Lin Jingzhe's shoulder.

"Tear!"

Wu Guang cut open the Taoist robe on his shoulders, but did not cut through the flesh on his body.

"Meat cultivator?"

The black light returned to Mu Ling's hand, looking like a short black scimitar.

"Did you almost kill me?" Lin Jingzhe pulled out the stainless steel sword from his waist and prepared to use the "Sword of Attendance".

Sixth level of Qi training?

Mu Lingruo stared at the boy in front of her with interest. She hadn't seen him for half a year. The boy who was at the fourth level of Qi training at the time was now at the sixth level of Qi training.

"You want to fight me to the death?" Mu Ling stared at the stainless steel sword in his hand and exclaimed: "This sword is a little different."

"Why not? If you want to kill me, why can't I fight with you?"

"Is it worth it?"

"It's definitely not worth it, but you just had murderous intentions towards me."

"Who asked you to eavesdrop on my confession?" Mu Ling touched the black scimitar and said quietly.

"I didn't mean it."

"Who knows if you did it on purpose?" Mu Ling half-smiled, "Have you figured out how to compensate me?"

"Are you kidding? You want to kill me and you want me to compensate you?"

"Oh, it's okay if you don't want to compensate me." Mu Ling said, "I'm just going to ask you a few questions, and if you answer them, just pretend that nothing happened tonight."

"hehe."

"why are you laughing?"

"It's nothing, just ask." Lin Jingzhe held the green steel sword and made a gesture of invitation.

"Let me ask you, are you a meat cultivator?"

"no."

"No?" Mu Ling paused and asked again: "Sword cultivator?"

"No."

"Then how did you reach the sixth level of Qi training so quickly?"

"No comment."

"Is this all you can do?"

"No comment."

"How come you are so ignorant?" Mu Ling rolled her eyes. Of course, no one could see her.

"Okay, now that you've asked all the questions, I can go."

"Hold on."

"You still want to keep me?" Lin Jingzhe asked.

"Don't you really know that any male disciple who reaches the seventh level of Qi training in your sect will suddenly die suddenly?"

"Know."

"Then why are you so anxious to improve your cultivation?" Mu Ling asked.

"There are not many male disciples in the sect." Lin Jingzhe paused for a while and added: "In less than a year, I have been inexplicably promoted from the fourth position to the second nine."

"It hasn't even been a year, and we've lost so many disciples again?" Mu Ling was stunned for a while and said, "Then the old witch may have started to draw lots from the bottom of the cauldron."

"I want to get to the old witch before she reacts, win the first prize every three years, and win the prize."

"For that middle-grade treasure?"

"That's right."

"Then do you believe the cakes painted by the old witch?" Mu Ling sneered, "Have you seen any senior brother he has cashed in as a reward?"

"So what?" Lin Jingzhe said, "The scimitar in your hand should be a middle-grade treasure."

"Yes." Mu Ling didn't hide anything.

"That's fine."

"What do you want to tell me?" Mu Ling suddenly remembered something and asked, "How do you want me to help you?"

Lin Jingzhe thought for a while and finally made up his mind and said: "If I really die, I would like you to help me take care of my friend. Even if he dies too, please leave him an epitaph."

"That's it?" Mu Ling was stunned, "You are just like that little guy named Dong Zhi, you only think about others until you die."

"They are my relatives." Lin Jingzhe said without hesitation.

"Okay." Mu Ling said: "If you all die, the master will definitely move away. It is not difficult to leave an epitaph."

After Mu Ling finished speaking, she saw her take out a piece of toilet paper that had been folded from her arms, threw it over, and said: "This contains the art of blood induction, maybe you can use it."

"The art of drawing blood? Is it the self-destruction spell?"

"It's not a self-destruction spell. It just forcibly burns Qi and blood to increase cultivation. But it can also be forced to reach the limit and self-destruct the Dantian."

"This technique is a bit unbelievable."

"So what if it goes against the will of heaven, there's no need to be trapped here." Mu Ling laughed at herself.

"Haha, that's not necessarily the case." After Lin Jingzhe said this, he turned around and left without looking back.

Mu Ling didn't stop him, she just thought about the meaning of his last words.

After the conversation just now, Lin Jingzhe clearly understood the position of the senior sister. Even if he knew all her secrets now, he would not kill him, but he still had to guard against it because he was not sure whether she was there.

Acting on occasion.

He hurried all the way back to Qianshan. He stopped chatting with Xiao Wu and couldn't wait to lie down on the bed, touched the mirror, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

After several studies, he found that as long as he separated a little spiritual consciousness into the mirror, he could quickly enter the dreamland.

In dreams, in the mirror world.

"There are indeed some problems with this Blood Drawing Technique." Lin Xiyao said: "There are at least a few problems. Your senior sister should have received an incomplete Blood Drawing Technique."

"Can I practice?"
To be continued...