How many times the group portrait is spring

In the great victory of Yuyao in Southern Xinjiang, Ning Qing's old illness relapsed, and Wan Daomeng decided to replace Nan Siyuan as the leader of Southern Xinjiang.

"You will suffer retribution." Ning Qing was in sight, and the peaceful southern border land, which had no vitality, did not know whether the spring rain in the coming year would stimulate the recovery of all things.

"Let's wait for the reincarnation of heaven to reappear before we say such things." Nan Siyuan stepped aside, "What you should prepare now, Fellow Daoist Ning, is to go back to Xuantianzong to express our condolences for us, or to congratulate us on our great victory. Daojun Rongxie is honored as the throne."

Ning Qing twitched the corners of his lips, and there was no smile in his eyes. The most terrifying thing about the monster's complaint is not the pain that penetrates to the marrow and bones, but the empathy for the screams of thousands of monsters, and there is nothing he can do.

This twisted resentment tormented Ning Qing into a daze, and even if there were Taoist scriptures to resist, Ning Qing would not be able to interrogate her with demonic sentences.

Before leaving, Ning Qing bowed his hands and said: "Zhelan has nothing to ask for when he leaves, but I hope Nan Daochang and Master remember that the heaven and the earth coexist, and all things are one."

This is, teach him the truth of their Taoism.Nan Siyuan just smiled but did not answer, "Please, fellow Daoist Ning."

Ning Qing left alone, with a long white ribbon wrapped around his hair, and when the wind blew up, he didn't know who he was mourning for.

The wind and cold in the southern region pierced the bones, and the monsters' resentment was like a mantra, and they followed each other like a shadow. Under the boundless illusion, it was a raging fire raging in the southern border, and thousands of monsters wailed.

This is not a real fire, but a demon-burning spiritual fire formed by the talisman formation. Ning Qing was in the fire, and the fire could not hurt him at all. Do you want to treat my demon clan like this...?!"

"Ask yourself, we have never harmed the human race." The flower branches curled up and withered under the fire, reproducing the scene of their death over and over again.

Ning Qing's eyes turned red suddenly, the fire burned to his sleeve, and was driven away by the invisible You Lan.

What he felt was the pain and unwillingness under the heavy resentment, they were born in the world for thousands of years, but burned with the raging fire but only for a moment, there is no trace of these weak monsters in the world.

Perhaps the only thing that could prove their existence was the resentment that Ning Qing felt.

Ning Qing didn't believe in Nan Siyuan, so Nan Siyuan suppressed the resentment for him and didn't drive away.

Now, as long as Ning Qing calms down, she often feels overwhelmed by resentment.

"It's really ridiculous, what is good and evil." Ning Qing coughed up blood, and the fire was extinguished on the ground where his blood was stained, and new crops sprouted. They were nourished by the spiritual blood, and the resentment was extinguished, and everything was born.

Ning Qing wiped away the bloodstains on her lips, stroked the withered plants with her fingertips, and the flame-ridden purgatory of the monster clan came to a stillness at this moment.

Boundless purgatory is just an illusion created by resentment, but after Ning Qing's fingertips stroked this moment, they felt the long-lost and familiar breath of the ancient water god Xihe.

It is boundless vitality and gentleness. All things originate from water, from the ancient water god, and Wanchuan Yunshui moistens all things.

There is also the spiritual power of the same wood to stimulate vitality, and gently soothe the evil and resentment born of their resentment.

Ning Qing sank in the illusion, but in reality he was still unconscious. Lin Wuduan, who returned to the sect together with Ning Qing, nodded Ning Qing's eyebrows, and sighed softly: "If you don't understand the demon's grievances, Junior Brother Zhelan I'm afraid I'm going to fall into nightmare forever."

A moment after Lin Wuduan finished speaking, light blue water lines suddenly appeared between Ning Qing's eyebrows. It was an extremely shallow and extremely elegant imprint of the ancient times. It only appeared for a moment, and Ning Qing fell limp.

"Water-type spiritual power? What's going on..." Lin Wuduan frowned, and helped Ning Qing to sit up by his shoulders, and the dazzling water lines disappeared between Ning Qing's eyebrows, as if Lin Wuduan had misread it. .

In the illusion, Ning Qing got rid of the boundless demon grievances. When the fire of karma dissipated, he saw a pool of clear dew, and his eyes were full of fresh lotus.

Farther away, there is an immortal standing quietly on the jade steps, with clouds and cranes on his sleeves, and his loose hair is smudged like ink, without unnecessary embellishments, he is the unparalleled immortal in this world.

Ning Qing could see all of this very clearly, except for the blurred outline of that person's face, which Ning Qing couldn't see clearly.

He seems to have been watching him quietly for thousands of years. Even if the time turns and the world turns upside down, the man just stands there quietly, and Ning Qing also watches quietly, looking at all kinds of scenery in the world through those emerald-like eyes. .

Even though they can't meet each other, they can't be touched, Ning Qing still feels full of joy, from the inside out, full of enthusiasm, extremely happy.

The lotus in the pond bloomed and then withered, and one day, the man leaned over and held a Qinglian flower. He finally remembered his name—Shuihui Jun.

"Going back...?!" When Ning Qing woke up with a start, Lin Wuduan was standing on the boat with his back facing him and his hands behind his back.

"Junior brother?" Lin Wuduan turned his head when he heard the sound, and saw cold sweat on Ning Qing's forehead. He knew to trace back to this person, but when Ning Qing's accident happened that year, he was not in the sect. Never thought that Ning Qing still misses that person to this day .

"It's nothing..." Ning Qing reached out and pressed his forehead, he couldn't remember what he saw in the illusion, it wasn't boundless karma, it was like a lotus plant, elegant and pure.

"By the way, senior brother, how far are we from the Zongjing?"

"It's not far away." Lin Wuduan looked at the sea of ​​clouds quietly, he calculated that they would probably miss the day when Master Tianquan was buried, but it was always right to wear white to express condolences.

In fact, Lin Wuduan wanted to ask Ning Qing about the demon grievance, how he eradicated it on his own, but Ning Qing just woke up, and his face didn't look very good, so he couldn't ask.

As for the Xuantian Sect, it was still plain, and the blood-splattered suzerain's clothes were as clean as ever, but Jing Rong didn't want to see it again for a short time. Whenever he saw it, he would always think of Mo Lingyun lying in a pool of blood look like.

The blood-stained mountain flower was the last thing Mo Lingyun handed him before he collapsed.

But Xuantianzong had a new funeral, and Jing Rong's succession ceremony was also postponed, Jing Rong thought, if Mo Lingyun could get better before his succession ceremony, he would make him public.

He, Mo Lingyun, is the only apprentice of Jing Rong in his life.

But I don't know when the rumor started, one person said that Jing Rong had accepted a disciple who was too old and weak and still practicing Qi, and more people spread it.

"Think twice, Daoist, after all, you are the leader of this cultivation world..."

"I accept apprentices, but I still need other people's consent." Naturally, Jing Rong couldn't agree to their wishes. Now that he has obtained the Xuantian Stone, he only needs to reshape the spiritual root for Mo Lingyun.

"Lingyun..." Mo Lingyun, who was warmly protecting the treasure, looked good. Jing Rong pushed the blood-colored Xuantian Stone into Mo Lingyun's mouth, and slowly took Mo Lingyun's hand.

"Master is with you. When you wake up, I will teach you all the exercises, so that no one can say no to you."

"If you like delicious food, we will go together and never leave you alone again."

Every day and night that Mo Lingyun waited for him in Lingxiao Palace, Mo Lingyun always had eyes full of joy when he returned. This time, Jing Rong didn't want Mo Lingyun to do this again, and waited silently.

Jing Rong didn't want to see the loss in Mo Lingyun's eyes anymore, and he didn't want to see Mo Lingyun collapsed in front of his eyes but he was helpless.

The spiritual power from the same source slowly moved towards Mo Lingyun when their fingers were interlocked. With the harmony of Xuantian Stone, Mo Lingyun no longer had difficulty receiving the spiritual power from Jing Rong.

Jing Rong could feel that Mo Lingyun's cold fingers were gradually warming up, his eyelashes trembled, and the words he wanted to say stopped. what is...

It wasn't until those clear eyes opened again that they were full of him, that Jing Rong realized that there was no need to say anything, as long as he was in front of his eyes, it was enough.

"Master..." Mo Lingyun's voice was weak, and he reached out to touch Jing Rong's cheek, "Are you real...?"

"It's true..." Jing Rong's eyes were reddish, he didn't dare to move, and allowed Mo Lingyun to move.

"...that's great." Mo Lingyun tilted his head to meet Jing Rong's gaze, "It seems like we haven't seen each other for a long time, so long that I don't dare to distinguish between the real and the fake."

Jing Rong didn't know where Mo Lingyun's memory stopped, but he lived so well, it was enough for Jing Rong.

The two looked at each other, speechless for a while, Mo Lingyun still touched the stone under his tongue, and reached out to take the object in his mouth, "This is..."

"Xuantian Stone." Jing Rong's expression remained unchanged, "After a few days, when you feel better, I will reshape your meridians."

Mo Lingyun slowly retracted his fist and then released it. He showed a very shallow smile towards Jing Rong, and said cautiously: "It's so beautiful, can you put it here first?"

"Of course." Jing Rong didn't hesitate much, the Xuantian Stone has the effect of restoring vitality, and putting it on Mo Lingyun's body is indeed more conducive to Mo Lingyun's recuperation.

Mo Lingyun took the Xuantian Stone and got up with Jing Rongli, "Master, I want to go for a walk."

Xuantianzong was still in the mourning period, and even the cloak had been changed to a plain color. Mo Lingyun wore thick clothes according to Jing Rongyi. His fingertips touched the wound on his abdomen an inch away, and he turned his head to look at it, still worried His appearance.

"I'm fine." Mo Lingyun smiled very lightly, his complexion was a little pale, and this smile added some blood to himself.

The Xuantian Sect was still cold in early spring, and the snow that covered it had no tendency to melt. Besides, the disciples of the Xuantian Sect were all dressed in plain white during the funeral. Looking around, it was really a vast expanse of whiteness.

The two stood in the snow for a long time, until the moon came out, and Mo Lingyun asked: "Master, don't you have to go to work?"

Jing Rong has always been very busy, and Mo Lingyun took the initiative to fight for most of their time together, like now, Jing Rong is with him, and no other disciples call Jing Rong away, which is really strange.

"I want to spend more time with you." Jing Rong pursed her lips, her tone lower.

"You mean, at least at this moment, can you see me as the only one in your eyes?" Mo Lingyun held Jing Rong's hand, no longer the usual temptation that only dared to grab the sleeve.

"...I don't know." Jing Rong didn't move.

"Then, at least for now, Master can only look at me." Mo Lingyun caressed Jing Rong's cheek, and suddenly lowered his head when Jing Rong was caught off guard.

Jing Rong's pupils shrank, it was the temperature coming from his lips, different from Yunfu Chuanxia Duqi, this kiss was so focused and gentle that he couldn't exert any strength to push him away.

Jing Rong's eyelashes trembled, he closed his eyes unconsciously, and silently indulged this, too presumptuous kiss.