Back at Xie Yun Peak, Ling Chen saw his small attic from a distance. It was brightly lit at the moment?
It’s so late! Could it be Mo Shangyu and the others?
A trace of surprise flashed across his face, and Ling Chen slowly stepped onto the ancient stairs...
"Crunch..."
Pushing open the small door, Ling Chen stared at the figure next to the guest table in surprise.
This is a woman in purple clothes and gauze, with a graceful figure and looks light and refined——
There is a purple three-leaf guqin placed on the table. The purple harp emits faint fluctuations of spiritual energy, making it look ethereal and illusory.
Ling Chen looked at the graceful purple figure beside the guest table in surprise; "Who are you?"
Hearing the sound of the door opening, this beautiful purple figure turned around, revealing an alluring face with a touch of sadness in her eyes.
Ling Chen secretly looked at this beautiful woman; she had a thin face, a pretty face, dark eyes as clear as a stream, her eyes were gentle and gentle, and she had an indescribable pure smile, like an epiphyllum in the world.
It's just that when Ling Chen looked at the famous woman and raised his hand to look back, there was a hint of sadness. I don't know what happened to make her eyes contain such deep sadness.
Ling Chen; "Senior sister, may I ask why you are in my residence?"
Playing the piano lightly, the purple figure took a deep look at Ling Chen, and a soft tone came out of her teeth;
"As commissioned by someone, I came to ask Junior Brother Ling something."
The look of doubt on Ling Chen's face became even worse. He didn't understand what the woman in purple was going to say.
He doubtfully took off the long sword from his back and hung it on the wall nearby.
Then he leaned over and sat down at the guest table. Ling Chen politely filled the tea cup in front of the purple-clothed woman across from him. Looking at the aura of the guqin on the table, Ling Chen's face flashed with surprise.
"Junior Brother Ling, you're welcome. I'm just here to find the answer as a favor from my friend." The woman in purple tied her hands and stroked the tea cup, saying in a soft tone.
Ling Chen waved his hands, the doubts on his face were concealed without any notice, and he looked directly at the purple-clothed woman opposite.
"Which mountain does Senior Sister belong to? Also, what is the relationship between me and Senior Sister's friends? Can you answer these questions for Junior Brother first?"
Ling Chen's spiritual consciousness quietly reached out and reached in front of the strange purple-clothed woman in front of him, but was knocked back by an extremely strong spiritual power.
After successfully blocking this cautious consciousness, the endless purple spiritual energy immediately retracted into the master's body! Ling Chen on the opposite side couldn't help but frown!
The unfamiliar woman in purple raised her tea cup and took a sip, not caring about Ling Chen's actions.
For a moment, the woman in purple whispered under Ling Chen's frown;
"Junior Brother Ling, I have no ill intentions towards you! Ming Qifeng; Mu Zilin!"
"Ming Qifeng, Mu Zilin?" Ling Chen couldn't help but tighten his hands holding the teacup, and looked suspiciously at Mu Zilin opposite, who had a calm face.
"What's the matter? Senior sister, please ask! |" Relaxing his tense nerves, Ling Chen looked at Mu Zilin calmly.
Mu Zilin was a little surprised by Ling Chen's expression before and after, but she didn't pay too much attention and asked casually;
"Junior brother, what is your relationship with Qingyan?"
Suddenly, the guess in Ling Chen's mind has become a reality!
"Junior brother has no comment on this question!"
Ling Chen looked at Mu Zilin opposite with a firm face.
Mu Zilin was speechless and looked at Ling Chen silently, seemingly not in a hurry.
…
"Actually, junior brother, it will be of great benefit to you if you tell me. At least you won't be worried about this matter."
Ziyi spoke softly and could not see the slightest expression on his face.
"I've told you, I have no comment. Do you think I'm Ling Chen? Who do you think I am? Do you think you can bully me at will because of my low cultivation level?" Ling Chen's left hand holding the tea cup trembled slightly, and he looked at the other side sternly.
Mu Zilin.
After the competition, maybe he will enter the 'Sword Abyss' Ultimate Training, and he won't have to worry about the potential threats from these so-called outer sect geniuses. But the only one who is still uneasy is Qingyan. Without him by her side, 'she'
Will you take good care of yourself?
With a wry smile in his heart, Ling Chen thought of Tianya, the peerless talent whose aura was no less than that of Mo Shangyu!
Maybe!
With Tianya taking care of her, she will live a good life.
Gradually, Mu Zilin opposite looked at Ling Chen's somewhat angry face in shock!
He is so much like 'him', with his angry expression and that carefree look.
Everything! Everything is so similar...
"Well" that's impossible, 'he' has already left, how could he come back?...
It's impossible to come back... There is a deep sadness in the depths of his purple eyes.
Mu Zilin came back from the shock, feeling a tingling sensation in her heart——
"Junior brother, if you don't want to say anything, senior sister will leave first." Mu Zilin hugged the three-leaf guqin on the desk,
A panicked expression flashed across his face——
Mu Zilin stood up, finished speaking softly, and stepped out of the cabin without waiting for Ling Chen's words.
"Well?"
Looking at the graceful figure who turned around and put the guqin on her back, she gradually disappeared on the aisle...
This time, Ling Chen was shocked. Could it be that just because he was slightly angry, this gentle-looking senior sister was frightened away?
Ling Chen followed the lingering fragrance in the house, walked out of the hut, and looked at the purple shadow in the distance on the walkway.
In the dark night, a faint purple light moved gently through the forest and dissipated dozens of meters away in the blink of an eye. It looked particularly ghostly——
"Mu Zilin? What a sad woman!"
Ling Chen muttered quietly to himself, without thinking too much, walked back to the hut and meditated quietly.
Now Ling Chen had suffered some slight injuries in his body after the day's exertion and the shock from the spiritual soldiers of Senior Sister Mysterious Ji.
Sitting on the wooden bed, the demonic energy hanging next to him emits traces of demonic aura, which is continuously injected into Ling Chen's body. This demonic aura is invisible, intangible, and difficult to detect with the consciousness. But Ling Chen still feels a strong life.
A general source of energy that constantly nourishes your body.
This is also the reason why Ling Chen's body still gradually recovered after being tortured by Senior Sister Ji's 'Spirit Soldier'.
Perhaps, as a demonic sword, the demonic energy possessed by 'it' is truly endless!
Ling Chen is wondering whether he should recast his spiritual soldiers when he reaches the spirit gathering stage! The spiritual soldiers of a monk's life need to be conceived and raised in the spirit gathering stage, and then accompany them through the long journey of cultivating immortals...
If this is an 'imperial weapon', it can naturally be used as his main 'spiritual weapon'! But Ling Chen still has no way of knowing what kind of 'spiritual weapon' this is.
The most important thing in a monk's life is the 'spiritual soldier', which is second only to life! Ling Chen seemed a little hesitant...
"This is a growth-type magic weapon. I don't know if it came from the main 'spiritual weapon' of that powerful man in ancient times."
Ling Chen remembered that Uncle Gao once said that the advancement of this 'Spiritual Weapon' would be accompanied by endless blood. So would he become a murderous person for the sake of this magic weapon?
My own Red Sand Bloodline Ultimate Cultivation Technique is precisely to break through myself from the bloody killings and fall into eternal despair and killings! Only then can I break through my own restraints in the zero realm and break out of my cocoon and become a butterfly——
This is similar to the characteristics of this ‘Devil Qi’.
But will I let it take away my will?
'It' is a magic weapon. Uncle Gao said that we should use 'it' as little as possible...
Will 'it' really come back to bite the owner? Is it worth taking such a big risk?
Ling Chen was unsure for a moment and couldn't help but feel upset...
It seemed that this matter had to be considered in the spirit gathering period. Ling Chen did not think too much and sank into his mind, absorbing the magic sword and pouring it into his body. The demonic energy was as strong as the source of life, constantly nourishing and tempering his body.
On the other hand, looking inside Ling Chen’s body;
In the red veins extending in all directions, a raging demonic energy roared and rushed through. The damaged meridians immediately recovered as before, and the flowing veins seemed to become wider and stronger.
Gradually, Ling Chen was able to guide the demonic energy in his body to the damaged veins and command 'them' to repair the wounds in his body.
Of course, during normal times, the demonic energy injected into the body is only responsible for strengthening Ling Chen's body, and does not obey any of Ling Chen's instructions. Only when the body is traumatized, the demonic energy docilely obeys the guidance of Ling Chen's mind.