soul repair

Ji Qingyan went all the way north and entered the territory of Cen's family.The Northern Dynasties used to be dominated by the Red Sandalwood Palace, and the Guixu Shenzong's power was weaker after all. Now that the Southern Dynasties are in chaos, this place is much calmer.

Tsing Yi sent a message, and Taoist Xiao Xiao announced to the world that the Shangqing Palace harbored soul cultivators and condoned Guan Lingdao, which is an unforgivable crime, and that the Southern and Northern Dynasties, big and small, should attack it.

The matter of Qi's father and son was originally killed for all sects to see, many people felt lingering fear, although it was hatred, it was not as good as the fear in their hearts.Taoist Xiao Xiao didn’t make any movement after the bloodbath of Jiutian Mountain. It took only a few days for the sects to go from initial shock to fear. Recently, they heard some rumors that Taoist Xiao Xiao hated soul cultivators. He is an enemy, and he has no resentment towards Daoxiu.

He killed Daoxiu and attacked the Qing Palace because these people wanted to leave a way for Hunxiu to survive.

These words finally pointed out a clear path for Daoxiu.

That's really the case, why would a Taoist cultivator sacrifice his sect for the sake of soul cultivation?

Taoist Xiao Xiao wanted to kill only the soul cultivator, so why should the Taoist cultivator offend Guixu Shenzong for the soul cultivator?Although Taoist Xiao Xiao acted ruthlessly, his own intentions have been fully revealed, soul cultivators must die, and if they want to give soul cultivators a way to survive, that would be against Guixu Shenzong.Taoist Xiao Xiao wanted those who opposed him to be buried with him.

The Shangqing Palace is coming to an end.

Taoist Xiao Xiao wanted people to see the fate of going against him.

Thinking about it, they deserve it, who asked them to protect Guan Lingdao?

Throughout the ages, anyone who touched the inverse scales of those in power deserved to die.Right and wrong, human life is at stake, are not as important as the selfishness of the incumbent.

As a result, there were some voices denouncing the Shangqing Palace intermittently, and those who waited and watched did not dare to wait any longer.Taoist Xiao Xiao's temperament is unpredictable, moody, killing people in the blink of an eye, who knows if he will hold a grudge after waiting and watching for a long time?

Tsing Yi's letter stated that the Cen family had put aside their ties with the Shangqing Palace and returned to the Shenzong of the Ruins.Now that the Cen family has Taoist Xiao Xiao's eyes and ears, if Ji Qingyan wants the sword, he may have to secretly get it.

It is even more difficult to get the sword now.

At night, he quietly sneaked into the mountains surrounding Cen's house.

Cen's house is located in the north, and there are more humid trees than those in the south of the Yangtze River. On summer nights, the mountain wind blows, it is cool to the bone, and the branches and leaves shake and rustle.Ji Qingyan walked down the peak into the mountain, with his toes skimming the slightly swaying lake, he flew up the bluestone steps silently, and disappeared in the dense forest.

There is a sword hut deep in the forest, and Ji Qingyan is heading towards the sword hut.

Bowl-thick bamboos were planted on both sides of the trail, and the bamboo forest swayed like shadows at night when the mountain wind blew.The children of the Cen family patrol the mountain once every two hours, Ji Qingyan knows it well, and this is the time when the sword hut is left unattended.

Cen Fuqiu must have set up formations around the sword hut, so he can only try it now.

There is a stone house on the platform made of bluestone. It has been exposed to wind and rain for many years on the top of the mountain, and its surface has turned black.Ji Qingyan put his hand on the door and pushed it lightly.

The door just opened like that.

Ji Qingyan stood at the door, pushing his hand forward again, his spiritual energy surged.

The stone door made a heavy collision sound, and the moonlight poured in from the door, obliquely illuminating the several long swords stuck in the middle of the room.

...Why are there only so few swords left?

Ji Qingyan's heart twitched slightly, feeling ominous, and walked in.

With the thousand-year history of the Cen family, there should be dozens of unborn good swords hidden in the sword hut, and they are reluctant to take them out, absorbing the aura of heaven and earth on the top of the mountain, only waiting to bestow them on rare talents.Now that the sword hut is so open, there are only a few hidden swords left in it, where are the rest?

After flipping through it casually, the sword he was looking for was indeed not here.

Oops.

Ji Qingyan immediately turned around and flew out, just after walking a few steps, he saw a person whose face couldn't be clearly seen flying past the end of the bamboo forest.

Ji Qingyan quickly hid in the towering ancient tree behind the sword hut, hiding the aura around him, and remained motionless.

The visitor was extremely young, not as young as a weak crown, with a pale face, he came forward anxiously, walked around the sword hut, and said softly: "Palace Master Ji, are you back?"

Ji Qingyan didn't speak.

The young man waited for a long time, and quietly placed a long sword drawn out of its scabbard at the door of the sword house. The body of the sword was silvery white, long and narrow, and shone coldly under the moonlight: "This is your sword."

Ji Qingyan still didn't make a sound.Why give him the sword, ruse?

"A long time ago, the owner wrote who should use the sword in the sword hut. In times of crisis, the disciples each take their swords. I am in charge of the sword hut, and I usually live next to the sword hut. The owner said that this sword belonged to the master Ji. , let me take a good look at it, and you will definitely come to pick it up in the future."

Ji Qingyan only felt a little stirring in his heart.

The young disciple said again: "The Cen family has no other choice now. The Patriarch is imprisoned by the Guixu Sect, and the Cen family dare not oppose him. Now Palace Master Ji is being hunted down by the Guixu Sect. Be careful in everything, and I will go now."

Ji Qingyan waited silently, only when the footsteps gradually faded away, the disciple's aura disappeared, and he fell from the tree behind the sword hut.

Cen Fuqiu is indifferent to him, but he is not stupid.Back then, he kept the sword away and did not give it to him, but he had already made plans, knowing that the sword would be useful when the Cen family was in danger.But can he control this sword now?

Ji Qingyan bowed his head, and the silver-white long sword slowly rose, turning in the air, and it was shining brightly in an instant, exuding a cold and icy breath.He held the hilt of the sword, and the spiritual energy around the long sword spread like a root in his palm, slowly entered, and merged with the spiritual energy in his body.

All of a sudden, the spiritual energy surged, and his whole body was in severe pain, as if something had awakened in an instant, spinning wildly in his body, and the fallen leaves flew around his feet, lifting him up in the air.

Ji Qingyan didn't know what he was doing, he just felt like a nightmare. When he woke up, the stone wall of Jianlu was full of sword marks, the surrounding branches and leaves were scattered, and the mountains and rocks were cracked. It was already a mess.

The young disciple was standing at the end of the bamboo forest, looking at him with wide eyes.

Ji Qingyan waved his hand lightly inadvertently, and the sword energy came overwhelmingly, and there was a violent sound in the dark night, drawing a groove several inches deep on the ground.The disciple stared blankly and didn't dare to make a sound, Ji Qingyan lowered his eyes and put the long sword back into the scabbard.

This sword has a tacit understanding with him, as if reunited after a long time, but its power is incalculable, even the slightest movement can kill someone.When he was young, he didn't know the seriousness, so naturally he shot and hurt others. Now, can he control it?

"Ji, Mistress Ji, someone is coming soon, you—"

"Thank you." Before the words finished, the man next to the sword hut disappeared without a trace.

The disciple opened his mouth slightly, and ran to the side of the sword hut to watch.He only heard that Ji Qingyan's attack would definitely hurt someone, and he also heard Cen Fuqiu talk about the power of this sword, but when he saw it now, he still couldn't help but be amazed.

There was a bloodstain on his cheek swept by the sword energy, and the hem of his clothes was cut to pieces. He didn't realize it, and looked down.With this sword, can Ji Qingyan kill Taoist Xiao Xiao?

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Of course it can't.

Taoist Xiao Xiao's cultivation level is higher than that of the teacher's father, so it is foolish to want to kill him.

There was a loud noise in the distance.Ji Qingyan restrained his aura, and swept across the lake like a ghost, turning into a cold mountain wind.There was a lot of movement around the sword hut just now, which alarmed the disciples who were watching the night, and if they didn't leave, they might be discovered.

In the early morning of tomorrow, everyone in the Cen family will know that he has been here today, and it will inevitably spread to Taoist Xiao Xiao's ears.He put on a piece of mortal clothes, pretended to be a young man playing around, bought a fine horse and rode it, and headed south at high speed.

Along the way, the wind became more and more intense. I saw a few Taoist cultivators besieging and killing a soul cultivator several times. The longer the time, the more sects would submit to Guixu Shenzong. Taoist Xiao Xiao wanted to kill the soul cultivator, and everyone understood his thoughts. The shameless ones scrambled to please them.

No one noticed his strangeness, and the disciples of Lu Yu Guixu Shenzong just regarded him as an ordinary person, and they didn't even question him.He rode his horse down to Nanchao, passing by the boundary of Lu's Yiwangzhuang that day, and suddenly remembered something.

In the deep mountains three hundred miles northwest of Yiwangzhuang, there is an inconspicuous and secluded little Zhuangzi, where an old scattered cultivator lives alone.This old casual cultivator is obsessed with spiritual grass, and he is quite unique in his practice of medicine. He usually doesn't like to meet people, so very few people know about it.He owed Sanchen many years ago, not long ago Sanchen personally visited the door and sent Song Guzhui over for him to have a look.

Song Guzhui lives here now.

Ji Qingyan hesitated for a moment, turned the horse's head, clamped his legs, and went towards the little Zhuangzi.I haven't seen him for a few days, so I don't know how Song Guzhui is doing now.

Tethering the horse down the hill, he flew through the trees.

In the distance, a man in black quietly covered the mouth of a young man, hiding behind a tree, only waiting for the strange man to fly away.

After a long time, he let go of his hand.

The young man gasped and asked in a low voice, "Who?"

"I haven't seen it before, I thought it was a mortal, and I don't want to be a Taoist cultivator." Cen Moxing said, "Don't worry about him, tonight will be the same."

After planning for a long time, today is the day to save Song Guzhui, but it's not him, but the young man beside him who knows the art of wandering souls.

Mo Zhongxian bowed his head and remained silent.His mind is now only on this matter.

"How many blue flowers are there under the tree in front?" Cen Moxing pointed three feet ahead.

"Two, no, three." Cen Moxing took care of his eyes for the most part, and they were no longer gray and unable to see anything, but could see some scenes more or less.Cen Moxing said that if he wanted to save Song Guzhui without anyone noticing, he had to use the wandering soul technique. After Ren Guanling, mid-level soul techniques such as ecstasy and wandering soul gradually spread, and he knew it more or less.

The eyes are better, and the legs are also better. It was originally destroyed by the Red Sandalwood Palace, so naturally it depends on the people of the Red Sandalwood Palace to heal.

Just like Song Guzhui.

"If Song Guzhui is fine, I'm afraid they will get married, are you happy?" Cen Moxing smiled softly.

Mo Zhongxian still kept his head down and didn't speak, he wanted to stand up and turn around to leave, but Cen Moxing pulled his hair: "Are you happy?"

Mo Zhongxian closed his eyes without saying a word.

Old Sanxiu has a daughter. On the first day Song Guzhui came to the mountain, she almost fell off the cliff while picking spirit grass. Song Guzhui rescued her.This accident was naturally caused by Cen Moxing. The girl had never been down the mountain, nor had she met many men, so she developed some affection for Song Guzhui unconsciously.She was ashamed to speak out, but her father could tell that it was just that his poison had not been cured, so naturally he had some concerns.

If it can't be cured, then naturally it won't marry his daughter to him. If it is cured well, things will naturally be different.

"Won't he be sober when I go?"

"Song Guzhui can only be awake for an hour or two. If you go at night, he will naturally not be awake." Cen Moxing let go of his hair, and took out a small package made of black silk cloth, the size of a fingernail on the palm of his hand, "I know What should I do?"

Mo Zhongxian took the thing and said flatly: "Brother Song, if there are any problems, I won't give you that thing."

"Do your job well, and I'll give you a big gift later." Cen Moxing pulled his head off with a smile, and said in a low voice, "How about I let Brother Song fuck you once?"

Mo Zhongxian pushed him away with a pale face, and limped away.

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When it gets dark, the sound of insects can be heard one after another in the mountains and forests.The small black package went up the mountain road and quietly entered the courtyard.

This is a remote place, few people come, and it is quiet at night.

I heard that the person who came during the day knew Song Guzhui, but no one knew who it was, so he stayed in the side room.Mo Zhongxian followed the scent of the medicine to find the place where the servants were decocting the medicine, and waited quietly.

He has been to this place several times, Song Guzhui drinks medicine at night, each time he needs seven or eight bowls, the last medicine is especially important, and the time must be right.After the servant brought the previous medicine into his room, the daughter of the old Sanxiu cooked the last medicine and brought it to his room in person.

The medicine was brought into the room, Mo Zhongxian waited for him to walk away, jumped up the window and landed on the table.

Song Guzhui was standing by the window looking into the distance.When sleeping in the same room with him before, Song Guzhui looked from afar all night long just like now.

Seeing this figure, his heart trembled. Mo Zhongxian stared blankly for a moment and didn't dare to look at him again. He didn't dare to make a sound. He carefully opened the small package, and the powder fell into the bowl lightly.

Bit by bit, the powder melted into the hot medicine, invisible, colorless, and tasteless.

Song Guzhui wouldn't know that he did it, and everyone would think that it was Lao Sanxiu who saved him.As Cen Moxing said: "He will be suspicious when he suddenly recovers, and only in this way can he accept it calmly."

Yes, this is already the only way.

Don't look at him, but his figure is still in my heart, shaking him, making him emotional.He used to be hugged by him, talking and laughing, but now that he was close to him, the longing that hadn't appeared for a long time hit him again, he endured it, and still didn't turn his head.

At this moment, he heard some movement by the window: "Who?"

Mo Zhongxian was startled.

Song Guzhui looked into the dark room, there was no sound, but there was a strange feeling.His time is uncertain, most of them are really unconscious, sometimes they are awake.Even when he was sober, other people looked at him with nothing but sympathy and pity. He had nothing to say, and he didn't want to be looked at like that again, so he just stood by the window and looked into the distance without moving.

With a wave of his hand, the flames of the candles on the table danced, reflecting seven or eight neatly arranged bowls.

The door was closed, there was no one in the room, nothing unusual.

Song Guzhui walked slowly to the table, lowered his head and picked up a small piece of black silk.

This is a good silk cloth, as if it was torn from the clothes, there is nothing weird about it.The window was open, it must have been blown in by the wind, Song Guzhui was not thinking about it anymore, he put the silk cloth on the table, and walked to the window again.

Soon, his expression became numb.

This time I was really unconscious.

Mo Zhongxian lowered his head, flew to the window without making a sound, and stood still.The room was so quiet that only Song Guzhui was breathing evenly. After a long time, the door suddenly moved.

A young woman came in with a bowl.

This is the daughter of Lao Sanxiu, she is only seventeen or eighteen years old, although she is not considered beautiful, she is also a rare beauty.Mo Zhongxian had seen her three or four times, knowing that he couldn't stand them being alone, he didn't want to stay any longer, so he flew down the mountain from the window.

Before leaving, I heard Song Guzhui drinking medicine.

Rolling down with the wind all the way, seeing Cen Moxing and himself in the distance in front of the cave, his consciousness was withdrawn and he returned to his body.

Cen Moxing turned around and looked at him: "Give him a drink?"

Mo Zhongxian nodded.

"When will he be well?"

"Drink it for just a moment. Why don't you stay there and watch him wake up?"

"I'll know tomorrow." Mo Zhongxian lowered his head.

"Really?" Cen Moxing looked at the mountain without saying a word, and after a moment, he suddenly laughed softly, "He should be awake."

Mo Zhongxian also raised his head, but he still couldn't see anything clearly in the distance, but he only felt his heart burning.

Song Guzhui woke up and was fine.He also has nothing left that he really wants, the only thing left, it seems that only Song Guzhui is safe.

The low voice laughed beside him again: "Do you know that there is something else in the powder I gave you?"

Mo Zhongxian immediately turned his head, his gaze was like a sword, and his face was gloomy.

"Don't worry, the things that hurt him from time to time are the things that make him happy." Cen Moxing put his arms around his shoulders, "Didn't I say I want to give you a big gift? I put some aphrodisiacs in it."

Mo Zhongxian only felt his body stiffen.

"Let me see... the aphrodisiac is so strong that a man can't bear it for a moment. It's fine when you're not awake, but you don't care about anything when you're awake, and only attack the people around you." Cen Moxing smiled, "You don't have to Worry, that girl is feeding him medicine, she already likes him, and she probably won't refuse. Your brother Song is really a double blessing tonight, the poison is cured, and you can turn the clouds and rains—"

Mo Zhongxian got up to leave, but Cen Moxing sat down by forcefully pulling his wrist, and said with a low laugh: "That girl is a virgin, she will definitely not be able to withstand his drug-induced seizures all night, if you go back now, maybe you can get a bargain. He can't tell the difference to anyone now, even you may not be sure." He pulled his face and smiled deeply: "You have paid so much for him, don't you just want to fuck him?"

Mo Zhongxian looked at him without saying a word.

"Back when you were blind and lame, Song Guzhui didn't like you. Now that you can walk and sit up and move by yourself, Song Guzhui may forgive you for betraying him when he looks at your white butt."

Mo Zhongxian pushed him away violently, and Cen Moxing pulled his chin fiercely, but with a gentle face, he said with a smile: "Your Brother Song is having sex with that girl right now, you really don't want to go and see it?"

"I'll tell you where that thing is, go tomorrow morning." Mo Zhongxian's voice trembled.

Cen Moxing loosened his jaw for a long time, then smiled: "I'm really reluctant, I want you to see how Song Guzhui got married."

Mo Zhongxian sat with his head bowed, his gaze fell on the cliff not far away.

Cen Moxing stood up with a smile on his face, but there was a trace of sadness in his eyes: "Give up on him, you think he is sincerely treating you well? Back then, he was just using you to save Guan Lingdao."

He didn't know how long it had passed or how deep the night was, but he felt that it was getting colder and colder.Cen Moxing had already fallen asleep in the cave, and he was sitting alone on the edge of the cliff, the sky was dark.

Song Guzhui was fine. When he woke up, he thought it was Lao Sanxiu who saved him, and he did that kind of thing to his daughter. According to his temperament, whether he likes it or not, he will take the blame and ask him for marriage.

He hadn't done many right things in his life, only this thing he was proud of, now his wish was fulfilled, and he had nothing to worry about, but it was a pity that there was no reason for him to live.

Cen Moxing was right, Song Guzhui didn't like him at all, and it was his wishful thinking from the beginning to the end.But in life, even if it is wishful thinking, he doesn't feel that he is at a disadvantage.

Mo Zhongxian held the black silk cloth in his palm, and carefully kissed it in his hand. After a long time, his body tilted and he fell towards the bottomless cliff.

The author has something to say: The role of Mo Zhongxian is very difficult to describe.The role of Cen Moxing is also very difficult to say. When he was a child, he was bought into the Cen family as a substitute for a dead ghost. Later, he was imprisoned and used by Yan Wu, and his personality was distorted. In fact, he has been looking for someone who is really good to him all his life.Yan Wu was his life-saving straw, but unfortunately it was fake and there was nothing.

Some people have already noticed that Wen Cen Muyi--Qi Ning--Qingyi--Lu Yesheng--Liaochen is a line, Mo Zhongxian--Song Guzhui--Cen Moxing is a line, Guan Guan --Princess--Ren Guanling--Teacher Father--Daoist Xiao Xiao is a line.Although the last line is the main line, the other lines are also very useful in uncovering the final truth and defeating the boss.