Zhan Changfeng sent a message to Huajianci to see if she could divine anything.
"This person's behavior is special and needs to be reviewed." Zhan Changfeng said to the village chief Zheng Mo, and then said, "Gu Zhenjun, take him down."
A person appeared next to her, it was the ancient Xiaoqiao of the Sanskrit tribe brought from the Weilong Realm. The ancient Xiaoqiao seemed to have a thousand faces, and now he looked like a young man. He grabbed Zhang Shuhao and disappeared.
"Son!" The grieving couple came back to their senses from the resentment of their parents and children, and repeatedly pleaded for him.
Zhan Changfeng ignored her, and walked out of the side hall with a puff of sleeves. The night was hazy, and the mountain fog gathered and dispersed. Under the tree in the courtyard, a little girl squatted, holding stones in her hands, playing the chess game that had been interrupted during the day.
This little girl looked like Li Xiangxiang, but she was mature and cold. Feeling her gaze, she raised her head with an uninhibited smile, picked up the wooden sword leaning on the side, and jumped out of the wall of the Taoist temple.
Zhan Changfeng glanced at the game she had reorganized and walked towards the back room. As if he knew she would come, the door of a side room opened quietly.
In the wing room, there is a bed on the east side, a few bookshelves on the west side, and a table and chairs in the middle, which is simple and simple.
At this moment, an oil lamp was lit on the small square table, and the skinny old Taoist sat on one side, with a mess in front of him.
"You're here, sit down."
Zhan Changfeng was slightly silent, "What is the old Taoist doing here?"
The old Taoist said, "Let me teach a child how to practice swordsmanship."
She sat down and asked, "Does the old Taoist think now is the time to practice sword practice?"
"Why do you say that?"
"The nine heavens are like a pit of fire, and monks are not as safe as mortals." Zhan Changfeng rested his chin with the back of his hand, lowering his eyes to admire the endgame on the table.
"It's time for us to help the human race." The old Taoist's eyes also moved to this mess, "Do you want to go up or down?"
Zhan Changfeng's eyes were ever-changing, and countless scenes seemed to flash by alternately. In an instant, her eyes darkened, "It turns out that this is the situation of the quasi-sage."
"Do you want to get off again?"
"..." Next, why didn't she? "Does the Heavenly Lord want me to follow the trend and support the re-establishment of the Heavenly Court?"
The old Taoist is the clone of Ling Xiaozi. He was bluntly pierced by the window paper and smiled slightly, "The world is ever-changing. Who knows that following the trend will definitely be right, but if there is a different path, we may have to face each other."
Jialou lost his way and became a sinner in Xuantian. He died but his soul was nowhere to be found. He spent three thousand years looking for his whereabouts and finally determined that the person in front of him was the reincarnation of Jialou.
He is waiting for her spirit mirror to return to its true spirit. If she was born by cutting off the karma of the Garuda path, that's it. He just treats her as a new person. If she is the deity of Garuda, there is no guarantee that she will continue her previous practice.
, bringing heavy damage to the world.
All he wanted was to bring her back to the right path as much as possible.
But she stuck to Shinto. Shinto is close to the rules, so there is no need to worry about her going astray for the time being, but she is getting further and further away from other traditions.
Ling Xiaozi sighed, turned away the conversation, and said kindly with a bit of scrutiny, "You are different."
"It's bad if it doesn't change." The atmosphere suddenly relaxed. Zhan Changfeng put aside the mess and made some tea. "It's not easy to meet you. I happened to pick some tea leaves some time ago. Please give it a try."
"You grew it yourself? Would you still do such a thing?"
"If it looks interesting, try it." Zhan Changfeng said, "You once told me about governing by doing nothing. I found it quite difficult. After I stepped down from the position of crown prince, I was always short of money, and my subordinates had no hope.
On top of that, you have to study how to make money yourself.”
"How much can you sell tea for?" Ling Xuzi picked up the tea cup she handed over. The tea soup was as thick as boiled water with snowflakes floating in it. After it went into his throat, he smashed it and smacked his lips, "Not bad."
"This is unnamed snow tea, newly developed. It can cleanse the essence and marrow, and increase the speed of cultivation. There are three levels in total. It is mainly aimed at transcending mortal world, life and death, and magical powers. I was still worried, but I was reassured by Tianzun's good words.
." Zhan Changfeng smiled, "Would the Holy Land want to purchase some?"
...Ling Xiaozi nodded calmly, "How many do you have?"
Zhan Changfeng smiled and said, "Tianzun is very generous. I have 100,000 kilograms of finished products on hand, and another 200,000 kilograms are in the process of being processed. If you don't wait for half a month, I will prepare everything for you."
Why does he need so much? He can't even drink it all for his disciples and grandsons below. But seeing the expectation in Zhan Changfeng's eyes, he gave a faint hum.
This fueled Zhan Changfeng's enthusiasm. She still had many experimental products that lacked verification by high-level monks.
Ling Xiaozi tried more than ten kinds of tea and more than thirty kinds of medicinal foods under the enthusiasm of his former apprentice. When Zhan Changfeng took out the pure bottled medicine, his eyes finally changed. This was too much. The one in front of him was
food!
Fortunately, someone walked by in front of the wing, and Ling Xiaozi abruptly returned to the topic he wanted to mention at the beginning, "That child was born with supernatural powers, but her meridians are stagnant. Of course, this is a small problem for me. Do you think she is a swordsman?"
Material?"
Zhan Changfeng did not answer directly, "I'm not a swordsman, so it's hard to judge, but if Tianzun can take a fancy to her, she must have something unique about her."
"The first thing that caught my attention was not whether she was suitable for practicing swordsmanship." Ling Xiaozi pinched a strand of his beard and said slowly, "There is something different about her spirit. The one who comes out during the day is called Li Xiangxiang, and the one who comes out at night is called Li Xiangxiang.
His name is Li Yunyun, and Li Xiangxiang is the main one, an innocent child. Li Yunyun was born in response to her inner fear to protect her. Li Xiangxiang didn't know Li Yunyun's existence at first, and when he woke up, he found that he had a wound.
Or my legs and feet are sore and numb, and I think I am possessed by a spirit."
"Two personalities appear alternately, and you can't remember what happened. This is a mental disorder like hysteria. The usual trigger is stimulation. Such people are easily agitated, irritable, and emotional. If Tianzun wants to teach her how to practice swordsmanship,
You have to be more careful." Zhan Changfeng remained calm as before, but he was certain in his heart that Ling Xiaozi knew about Yi Changsheng's existence.
Did he sense Yi Changsheng sleeping in her sea of consciousness before, or did Yi Changsheng's sleeping have something to do with him.
"In the final analysis, it's because I have a mental blockage. Once my state of mind is restored, I will be cured." Ling Xiaozi said in a deep voice, "What about you?"
Zhan Changfeng smiled, "Tianzun thinks I'm sick?"
Ling Xiaozi didn't answer. When he pulled her back from the underworld when she was three years old, he found that there was another will sleeping in her body. Although it came from the same source, it was still worrying.
He even doubted whether Jialou was spreading suspicion in the past, so when Yinshi wanted to take her away again, he exchanged her life at the cost of the Holy Sword of Huangquan. He also expected that Yinshi would take away that will to restrain her.
This can be regarded as eliminating hidden dangers for her.
But he miscalculated. She valued that will too much, as if that will was everything to her.
It's not that Li Xiangxiang's hysteria is serious. Maybe her soul split when she was reincarnated. Maybe it's the will that is the core of Jialou. Maybe...
There are so many possibilities.
The only comfort is that that will is trapped in the underworld, and he still has a lot of time to observe her and guide her.
Ling Xiaozi showed no emotion or anger, "I asked Li Xiangxiang whether she wanted to recover or keep Li Yunyun. Li Xiangxiang did not admit that she was him, but regarded her as a separate person, a friend, and a sister. You
Do you think this is a right idea?”
"Hysterical mental problems are a kind of disease. If the source of stimulation is removed, the patient will recover. If the patient stubbornly believes that it is a living being and does not want to be cured, her wishes should be respected."
Zhan Changfeng's rational suggestion made Ling Xiaozi stop what he was going to say. The candlelight gradually dimmed, and the topic came to an end.