Chapter 336: Conversation in the Treasure Pavilion
"Qian...Sister Qian..." Gu Xuan was shocked, and his tone was stuttering, looking at the person who came in surprise.
It was late at night and he didn't expect anyone to come here.
Qian Lingxue frowned slightly, obviously she didn't expect Gu Xuan to be here.
"When I came up, I felt someone upstairs. It's so late, what are you doing here?" Qian Lingxue Yingying walked over and asked casually.
In his hand, he dragged the night pearl, and the halo was from far to near.
She was wearing a close-fitting white shirt and walking against rows of stone racks.
"I...I just come up and take a look." Gu Xuan avoided Qian Lingxue's direct gaze, took a few steps to the side, and replied in a low voice.
The reason why he chose to come at night was that he didn't want to be seen by acquaintances, but he would have been hit by Qian Lingxue at this time.
He leaned slightly to the side, intentionally blocking the Qiankun ring on his arm from the other side.
Of course, Qian Lingxue saw his evasive appearance. Qian Lingxue glanced over his beautiful eyes, sighed slightly, and stopped asking questions.
Seeing Gu Xuan appear in the Treasure Pavilion and the time he came here, how could Qian Lingxue not see his heart?
In fact, Qian Lingxue can't tell much about Gu Xuanyi. Since he brought him back in the country of Yang, except for Long Wenmu, few people have communicated with him.
Seeing Gu Xuan standing aside in silence, Qian Lingxue gently raised his hand and slowly illuminated the magic tricks on the stone rack with the halo in his hand.
"You are here to find magic tricks." After a brief silence, Qian Lingxue was the first to break the silence.
In the silent pavilion, the gentle steps of Qian Lingxue echoed.
Gushen paused, and when asked, hesitated.
The reason I came here in the middle of the night was naturally because of the magic tricks...
"Do you still have a grudge against the daytime incident?" Qian Lingxue asked again.
Gu Xuan opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but the words came to his mouth and finally swallowed them back.
"During the day, your brother Long gave everyone the most suitable magic trick. Others are used for fighting methods, but only you have given the Jingxin technique. You are probably worried about this matter.
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Although I don’t know much about Guxuan, some things are obvious.
Gu Xuanyi was still silent, but this silence was clearly the reason why it was said to be the central thing.
Indeed, it's just the same as Qian Lingxue said.
During the day, everyone received a gift from Long Wenmu. All the magic tricks given by Long Wenmu were powerful, but he was the only exception...
Even if you don’t express your dissatisfaction in person, it’s not so easy to let go.
Perhaps for others, they won’t be too demanding of a magic trick. But for Gu Xuanyi, it may not be the case.
Every night, I can't sleep all night in the house, and what echoes in my mind are the scenes of that day. The destroyed villages, the tragic deaths of tribesmen, and the raging monsters...
Day and night, it seemed as if the soul was constantly being torn apart. It was extremely angry and hated, but in the end it was powerless...
Some things cannot be empathized by others.
Most of the magic tricks obtained from the Black Dragon Palace have unpredictable power. Compared with the Jingxin Art, he would rather do anything to exchange for power... It doesn't matter at any cost.
Perhaps it was said that the central thought was reflected in his pupils that could not be concealed.
"I understand your mood." Qian Lingxue brushed his fingers across the jade pendants and said calmly in a comforting tone, "But you should also understand your Brother Long's intention. Everything he did was for your own good.
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"For my own good?" Usually, Gu Xuanyi never showed disrespect in front of Long Wenmu, Qian Lingxue and others. But when he heard this, he sneered coldly.
"Cultivation is also cultivating the mind. If the mind is blinded by hatred, it will only make people go astray. It's not that your brother Long doesn't let you pursue strength, but he just doesn't want you to fall too deeply in hatred."
Walking along the stone rack, Qian Lingxue sighed quietly.
Looking at Gu Xuanyi now always reminds her of Long Wenmu.
These two people have the same shadow.
I remember that the moment when the Yao Jiuying appeared that day, the evil spirit displayed by Long Wenmu was almost exactly the same as Gu Xuanyi today.
The reason why he handed over the Jingxin Art to Gu Xuanyi was because Long Wenmu knew him better than anyone else.
"Do you know that for Wen Mu, you are the most special?" Qian Lingxue said softly after pausing.
Listening to her Gu Jing Wubo's tone, the evil spirit that appeared on Gu Xuan's body gradually dissipated, replaced by a hint of depressedness.
"I know, Brother Long is very nice to everyone..." he said.
"He is indeed good to everyone, although sometimes he is a little scoundrel." Qian Lingxue smiled slightly, "But who is good to him is not special. You are the only one who is special to him."
Before Gu Xuan could continue to say, "You are all from the tomb clan, which has special significance to him. In addition, it is because your experience is similar. You and him are actually very good in many places.
picture."
Gu Xuan lowered his head slightly, clenched his hands slowly, and then let go weakly. He opened his mouth, but was still speechless.
"Probably in your Brother Long's eyes, you are the one he used to be. He gave you the reason for meditation because he knows what hatred feels like... You just need to know that if there is only one person in this world who will not harm you,
That must be him."
Gu Xuan's eyes were violently turbulent, and his expression was struggling.
Every word Qian Lingxue said was like needles in his heart. How could he not understand what Qian Lingxue said?
He knew better than anyone else about the reason why Long Wenmu gave him the meditation skills... In his despair, wasn't Long Wenmu the one who gave him the most comfort...
I clearly know the bottom of my heart, but why is there always an lingering obsession...
Gu Xuan shook his head vigorously.
Qian Lingxue walked along the stone rack to the edge of the stone rack at the corner. This stone rack is the shelf of Gu Xuan taking away the Shadow Killing Art.
"Tonight, Brother Long called me to come. There are a few magic tricks I brought during the day that were too evil and too extreme in the Black Dragon Palace. Now I think about it, these magic tricks are not suitable for disciples to practice.
He asked me to bring the magic tricks back."
As he said that, he took away a few jade pendants one by one from the stone rack.
I searched over and over again, counted several times, and finally gave a light exclamation.
"It seems like one missing... it was because he remembered it wrong..." Qian Lingxue said to himself. There are too many magic tricks, and it is inevitable that he remembered it wrongly, and he didn't take it too seriously.
Gu Xuan stood beside him, struggling, and stroked his fingers several times.
After collecting the magic tricks, Qian Lingxue will not stay for a long time.
"Your Brother Long guessed your mood after he went back today. He is going to take you to the mountains to hunt monsters in a few days to relax. Go back early to rest, it is best not to let him see your sad face, after all, you are
His only 'love'."
After saying that, he turned around and left.
Gu Xuan nodded and responded, watching Qian Lingxue leave. It was not until Qian Lingxue's figure disappeared from the entrance of the tower that his hand slid weakly from the ring of Qiankun.
The long tranquility, after a long time, the helpless sigh echoed in the darkness. After extinguishing the lights, he also turned around and disappeared into the treasure pavilion.
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Time flies.
Three days passed in a flash after Long Wenmu gave Lingyun Castle a large amount of resources.
With a lot of resources, Lingyun Castle has suddenly formed a craze of cultivation in the past few days.
Even going out to hunt monsters temporarily stopped hunting, and almost all the disciples were immersed in cultivation.
I had no choice but to practice before, but now with the best resources, I naturally want to make up for all the past practice time. No matter where I go, I can see the figure of my disciples practicing.
The small house on the top of the mountain, the door that was closed for three days, was not slowly opened from the inside out until now, and Long Wenmu and Qian Lingxue came out together.
Since then, I haven't shown up for three days. Qian Lingxue's face has not dissipated and her posture is like a willow in the wind, with charming charm. Long Wenmu's clothes are straight, but she just shows a bit of sleepiness and stretches lazily
Twinkle.
There were people in the courtyard. Yun Jia just glanced at him with a little light and hummed coldly. He murmured, and only he could hear the dissatisfied mumbling: "The Prodigal Son, sooner or later, will die on the woman's belly."
The breeze blew over the mountains and forests, with a bit of sourness as the vinegar jar was overturned.
"How is the situation?" Long Wenmu saw that Yun Jia was the only one, and yawned forward.
Yun Jia sat at the stone table with her chin on her hands: "It's great. Except for a certain person who didn't leave the house for three days, everyone else is very diligent in practicing. Master Long was willing to come out so quickly, I thought you
Can stay in it for half a lifetime.”
If you secretly hate, even though Long Wenmu has always had a thick face, he will still be red and hot.
These days, I seem to have been too indulged...
Qian Lingxue lowered her head and said nothing, and quietly twisted Long Wenmu's back.
"Ahem, actually... I've found a new magic trick recently. I don't know how long it takes to practice..."
"Double practice."
"Well... Bah, no..." Long Wenmu raised his eyes to the sky, as if there were fairies in the sky who were not dressed in clothes flying, and the thief scratched his cheek guiltily, "Well, let's not talk about these things for now. A few days ago, I said I was going out to hunt,
How are you preparing?"
Knowing that this guy was deliberately changing the subject, Yun Jia turned his head away and was upset: "Apart from you, everything is ready."
"Where is Marshal Yu and the others?"
"We are all practicing with the help of the Ten Thousand Demons Red Blood Stone." Yun Jia said irritably.
Long Wenmu nodded, hesitated for a moment, and asked again: "How has Gu Xuanyi been doing these days?"
Knowing that Long Wenmu would definitely ask Gu Xuanyi about it, Yun Jia replied without stopping: "Cultivation is harder than everyone. She has been in the pool for three days, but she hasn't come out yet."
Hard harder than everyone...
He had heard Qian Lingxue say about the Baoge that what he could do for Gu Xuan was just a guide.
"Let's go and have a look." Long Wenmu said.
He took Qian Lingxue and Yun Jia and walked towards the hillside.
I was familiar with the road and arrived near the Bloodstone within a moment.
The closer you get, the more disciples you will see in meditation practice.
According to Yun Jia's explanation, this is the latest sect rule. The greater the achievements a disciple has made or the more contributions he has made, the closer he can to practice the Ten Thousand Demons Red Blood Stone.
Long Wenmu nodded repeatedly to agree with this decision.
Although there is no shortage of resources, you must never sit and eat nothing. If you can enjoy the fruits of anything, it will destroy the disciple's enterprising spirit. Any benefits need to be exchanged for contributions, and this arrangement is just right.
Come to the location of the Ten Thousand Demons Red Blood Stone. The bright red pool water is a little richer than before. Although the red color is a bit weird, the nearby demonic aura is extremely rich.
The effect of the Ten Thousand Demons Red Blood Stone is indeed extraordinary. Now, this is even better than the Demon Tomb.
There were several figures in the blood pool, including Yu Dashui and others, and Gu Xuanyi was also in a corner of the blood pool.
Although there are requirements for other disciples, these people are a different matter.
Long Wenmu saw that Gu Xuan was immersed in cultivation, and couldn't help but sigh that Gu Xuan had been practicing hard these days.
I stared at it carefully, gradually, I wondered if it was an illusion, but I always felt that under the blood-red mist around Gu Xuan, there seemed to be a trace of black that appeared and appeared from time to time, rolling... hazy, like shadows and illusions...
Long Wenmu frowned slightly, and was about to calm down and look carefully. As if he felt his eyes, Gu Xuan quickly woke up from his cultivation state and opened his eyes: "Brother Long."