Sword Qi Hengqiu

Ling Rangjin felt that this would not work.He looked helplessly at Cai Bing, who seemed to pass out after confessing his last words, and felt that his hair was going to be as white as his clothes.

According to Cai Bing, although the Desolate Sect has snatched many magic weapons, there are only a few that are really useful.And because Xiao Lanhuang was seriously injured and Qiu Po ​​was captured by Gushan again, so after the great war more than a hundred years ago, the Remnant Sect had no one who could fight, so he was able to sneak in smoothly.

Ling Rangjin sat by the bed and fanned the ice cutter like an old father, thinking in his heart: "He is quite powerful."

Even if the head of the Remnant Desolate Sect is seriously injured, even if there are no strong people in the Remarkable Desolation Sect, if he can sneak in and destroy that thing, I don't know whether to say he is lucky or strong enough.

When they met for the first time before, he remembered that Cai Bing was not as good as Xiao Yan, but Xiao Yan himself was considered a rare master, so his own strength is not too weak.Furthermore... demon cultivators have had their own methods since ancient times.

Birds and beasts have to bite to the end before they die. The more seriously injured they are, the more they have to do their best to cause trouble for the opponent. Even if their near-death reaction can only cause a little injury to the enemy, they still have to resist.

The so-called bestiality is probably the case.

Ling Rang thought over and over again, and thought about the famous doctors in the sect, but he didn't think it was right. In the end, he made a trick, turned Cai Bing into a puppy again, and hurried to his hometown with him in his arms. .

Junior brother Bai Ping was still reading in the pile of books, and she was startled when she saw him come home in a hurry: "What's wrong, senior brother? Could it be a demon attack?"

Ling Rangjin hissed, and handed the animal in his arms to Bai Ping. Bai Ping was startled when she saw it: "How did the bird transform into a puppy?"

"I created an illusion." Ling asked Jin Fuyi to sit down, and whispered to his junior brother face to face, "Junior brother, can you cure him?"

Bai Ping checked it carefully, then shook her head helplessly: "I just learned a lot and know a lot. If you want to talk about extensive knowledge and memory, it's okay. If you really let me get started, I can't do it."

"I remember that you also have a lot of research on medical classics?"

"It's just that I can write down the above prescriptions. If there is a minor problem, I can help a little bit. But the word "medicine" is so complicated. There are endless changes in it, and corresponding changes must be made according to the patient himself. I am afraid that this injury can only be done by immortals. The landlord of Mengyin or the owner of the Snow Pavilion in Gushan dare to act. However, even if they act, they may not get their names back.” Bai Ping lightly touched the belly of Cai Bing, “Devil energy and knife wounds are fine, the point is He seemed traumatized."

Ling Rang sighed: "Exactly. He said that in order to destroy a magic treasure, the condition is to change his life. I have never heard of such a strange magic weapon. What do you know, junior?"

Bai Ping thought for a moment, then suddenly got up and went to the bookshelf behind him to look around, and found an ancient book after a while, he sat down again, opened it for Ling Rangjin to read: "I heard it familiar, and I have seen it before, senior brother Look, there is a legend in the Nanjiang Demon Cultivation School that there is a magic weapon named Mingquan Grass. This grass grows in the sea of ​​corpses and blood all year round. It is irrigated with blood and born by absorbing hostile energy. Although it cannot transform into form, it has spiritual wisdom and power. It is easy to destroy the grass, but its soul can be reborn without dying. It is rumored that it is something left by the ancient demon god. The strange mentality practiced by the lord of the Desolate Sect when he abandoned everything was also left by the demon god. "

Ling Rangjin was thoughtful: "Maybe it's that thing. And the Nether Spring Grass is from the same source as the Suzerain of the Desolate Sect. If he knows the existence of this thing, he can snatch it from the Demon Cultivation Sect. What else do you know?"

Bai Ping pointed at the pages of the book and moved it down little by little: "To destroy the Nether Spring Grass, one must separate one's own soul, and use one's own soul to destroy the soul of the Nether Spring Grass. And the Nether Spring Grass is good at cursing, and can curse and kill Those who die themselves will fall into the endless hell together."

Ling Rangjin's face darkened instantly.

"So what he was talking about should be the Netherspring Grass, and if he really destroyed the Netherspring Grass, then he probably won't live for a few days." Bai Ping shook her head pityingly, "I saw that there was a soul gathering on him. Po's magic weapon, if it weren't for that magic weapon, he might not even be able to survive his senior brother to save him."

Ling Rangjin said softly: "There is no other way?"

Bai Ping lowered her eyes and replied compassionately: "There is no other way, and his soul is damaged. After death, his soul will be scattered, and there will be no reincarnation."

Ling Rang was speechless, and his two senior brothers sat opposite each other for a long time.It was dusk, and the golden setting sun dyed the corners of their clothes red.

"I have a way." Ling Rangjin said suddenly, "His body cannot be saved, but if his soul can be saved, there is still a way. At worst, let him practice as a ghost. It's better than losing his soul."

"Then you can't find a doctor, but a monk who is good at soul. It's just that the cultivation level of this kind of kung fu is slow to rise, difficult to ascend, and few people practice it." Take some magic weapons and give him a solid reputation for his soul. I remember that in a few days it will be the Three Realms Market, where there are many strange people and strange things, and there may be monks who are good at such diseases."

Ling Rangjin finally returned to the Immortal League with the big and small Soul Condensation Magical Treasures and Cai Bing. After the unconscious Cai Bing settled down, he went to the Wuming Building without stopping, and found the scrolls related to Xiao Lanhuang.

Xiao Lanhuang's identity is really not a big shot, who would know that he is the Suzerain of the Desolate Sect?Even his fake death is just a few words, and it is on the same page with other people who died that day: Xiao Lanhuang, a person from the Northland, died under the hands of the demon cultivator.

There are no more than twenty characters in total, and the bloody storm behind it cannot be seen at all.

Just these few words actually decided the rest of Cai Bing and Xiao Yan's life.

It's too fucked up, who might I ask for an argument?

For the first time, Ling Rangjin hesitated whether to go against Cai Bing's request and tell Xiao Yu the truth.

Standing in the last slant of twilight, he saw that the golden crow was completely asleep, and the cold moon had not yet risen, the sky was dim blue, and when it finally became completely dark, he finally made up his mind.

If it can be saved, then let Cai Bing choose for himself, if Cai Bing is really hopeless.Just let him do what he wants.

After he settled down, he realized that the Demon Lord, who had been inseparable all these days and gave him a headache, had disappeared.Standing in the cold wind, Ling Rangjin suddenly longed to see Bu Fanshuang.

However, there was no sign of Bu Fanshuang up and down Suyin Mountain.In the end, it was the disciple of the mountain gate who said that he saw Mr. Qiu hurried down the mountain.

When Ling Rang was considering whether to go out to look for it, when he raised his eyes, he saw Bu Fanshuang walking up the mountain thoughtfully with Qiu Changtian's face on his face.As soon as he raised his head, he happened to meet Ling Rangjin who was standing in front of the mountain gate and looking down.

The moonlight was like water, and Ling Rangjin stood in front of the mountain gate holding a lamp. Although behind him was the majestic and majestic Immortal League, but for some reason, Bu Fanshuang suddenly felt that the scene in front of her was more like flowing water in the south of the Yangtze River, under the apricot blossom tree, There is a bamboo house, and the sweetheart is waiting to return with a lamp.

So they looked at each other and smiled, Ling Rangjin held the lamp down, he walked up, on the bamboo forest mountain road full of fireflies, they met again under the moon.

That night, they finally stopped tossing.Ling Rang would like to deal with business affairs quietly, while Bu Fanshuang sat under the window and sipped tea.It's a good idea to have a little time.

After Ling Rangjin finished handling his affairs, he suddenly remembered something: "What did you do?"

Bu Fanshuang lazily said: "Xiao Wan's pheasant ran away, and came to me howling, saying that he was not coming at the Three Realms Fair, and he was going out to find someone."

Ling Rangjin's heart skipped a beat, and he said without changing his face: "What is the relationship between him and the pheasant?"

Bu Fanshuang seemed to think of something, and snorted: "Xiao Niu is good at everything, but love is entangled. He likes that pheasant, but that pheasant killed his brother. His brother raised him by himself. , he wanted to avenge his brother, but he was reluctant to part with his sweetheart. He kept the pheasant by his side and stared at him every day. If you want me to say, either kill the pheasant with a knife, the long-term pain is worse than the short-term pain, or forget his brother, why do , a demon cultivator, what happened to deceiving the master and destroying the ancestors?"

What Bu Fanshuang said was so straightforward that Ling Rangjin couldn't refute it for a while.He thought for a moment: "Maybe I go to persuade Xiao Bi?"

Bu Fanshuang put the teacup away, poured another cup of tea, and strolled to Ling Rangjin's hand: "Why do you care about him? I've already asked someone to look for it. If it wasn't for Xiao Yan's gang, I brought them into Gushan alone." Yes, more or less a friend. How about he being so indecisive, I would have thrown him to the frontier to eat sand and grab territory."

Ling Rangjin smiled, took the cup of tea, took a few sips, and asked, "Fanshuang, do you know someone who is good at soul cultivation?"

"I don't know." Bu Fanshuang thought for a while, "When you practice the mental method, you will either rise in one step or achieve nothing. And it is mostly used to save people. Although it is called soul cultivation, it cannot control the soul. What is the magic cultivation for? It’s not easy to ascend if you can’t fight. Generally, only those of you Taoist cultivators who are full of food and like to save people will practice. Why do you ask this?”

Ling Rangjin smiled: "I received a letter from my old friend today, saying that his soul was damaged. I want to help him. It's just that there are few soul cultivators, and most of them are casual cultivators. There is no trace of me here, so I thought of asking you .”

Bu Fanshuang pondered for a long time, and suddenly said: "I heard from my father that when he was young, he met a soul cultivator who claimed to be a man from Ningluo Palace. But he went to look for this Ningluo Palace later, but he couldn't find it."

Ling Rangjin's eyes lit up: "It's easy to have a name. I can let me use the name of Mianyue Valley to tell the world that people in Mianyue Valley need soul cultivation to save their lives. If you are interested, you can come here for a while."

Bu Fanshuang sneered: "What kind of friend is so caring?"

Ling Rangjin immediately smiled and said, "I already have a family, I can't bear to see his family ruined."

Bu Fanshuang shrugged: "Why are you guilty? You are so busy. But since this sect doesn't like to show their faces, it may not be able to come to see you."

"It's okay." Ling Rangjin said softly, "Do your best and obey the destiny."

There was no movement for a few days after Mianyuegu's invitation was sent out. Seeing the coming of the Three Realms Conference, Bian Chenwu and Feng Qiongye sent back the list of sects participating in the fair.

Before Ling Rangjin could read it, Bu Fanshuang opened it first, took a casual look, saw Gu Shan listed, and planned to throw it back on the desk, but he accidentally glanced at it, and suddenly saw three words.

"Ah Jin." Bu Fanshuang whispered, "Your friend seems to be saved."

Ling Rangjin raised his eyes, reached out to take the list, and there was a new ink mark at the bottom of the Zhengdao side, writing three words: Ningluo Palace.

Immediately afterwards, someone reported outside the door that someone from Mianyue Valley wanted to see the owner of the valley.Ling Rang listened carefully to the disciple of Sleeping Moon Valley and said: "There is a sect called Ningluo Palace that is good at the method of soul cultivation, but there are some affairs in the sect that are difficult to get out of, and they will come to Xianmeng starting from the Three Realms Market. And attached A bottle of elixir is said to keep patients safe until the start of the Three Realms Fair." The author has something to say: The next chapter is the Three Realms Fair!It was very lively, cannon fodder from all walks of life came out to act as demons, and the demon king would also confess during this period, and after that, demons and ghosts appeared one after another. The most intense plot point of this article is coming soon【×

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