How many times the group portrait is spring

Mo Lingyun has made progress in his practice, he is now a monk who has started practicing Qi training, but Jing Rong has never told him what kind of spiritual root he is, and Mo Lingyun himself can't figure out what kind of spiritual root he is.

This spiritual root is divided into the five elements of gold, wood, water, fire, earth, and the mutated one is wind, thunder and ice. As for the heavenly root, it is the legendary spiritual root.

In ancient times, there were many well-known human powers with Zhongtian spiritual roots, such as Lingjun Leshen and Boyang Patriarch.

However, since the battle of the gods, the heaven and the earth have been divided, and the spiritual energy has become thinner day by day. The heavenly spiritual root has long been a legend. Both spiritual roots are considered geniuses, and those with a single spiritual root are geniuses among geniuses.

And Jing Rong is the root of the heavenly spirit.

Tianlinggen Mo Lingyun didn't dare to think about it anymore, but he felt that no matter how bad he was, he was a double-spiritual root, right?Why didn't the master tell him?

Mo Lingyun's practice gradually got on the right track. His first new year since he joined Xuantianzong also came under the rustling winter snow, and the forest was full of jitters. The trick, there is already a bit of youthful sharpness between the eyebrows and eyes.

In this forest, each person has a sword, and its own brilliance flows on the blade.

The pines and cypresses that covered the snow were further up, and the two monks stood on the swords and watched Mo Lingyun practice the sword from a distance.

Ning Qing was dressed much more than Jing Rong. He was wearing an outer shirt and a cloak, and was holding a hand warmer in his arms. Most of his black hair was loose, and it slid down a lot along his fair neck, but his lips were so pale. It's still a bit lighter, with a bit of weakness.

"Nephew Ling Yun is indeed a rare talent." Ning Qing began.

"It was this talent that I valued at the beginning." Jing Rong stared at Mo Lingyun who didn't notice in the forest. He was not a philanthropist, but accepting Mo Lingyun as an apprentice was more pleasant than he thought.

"Brother, you don't have to worry too much." Ning Qing was also looking at Mo Lingyun, "Although the head of the sect is coming out soon, but the master nephew Ling Yun is so outstanding, the head will definitely recognize it."

Jing Rong didn't answer. His junior brother had a very strong ability to read people's hearts. Many times, before he said anything, Ning Qing could almost understand what he meant, and kept silent when he had to talk.With Ning Qing's temperament, he is extremely friendly to a taciturn person like him.

"Not to mention his outstanding talent in swordsmanship, his spiritual root alone is enough for the head to recognize this disciple." Ning Qing's voice softened a little, and he could see that Jing Rong valued this apprentice very much, not only because of his gifted spiritual root , as well as the master-student relationship and eye-catching relationship that have gotten along with each other.

Jing Rong turned his head and glanced at Ning Qing. He clasped the man's wrist and passed a bit of spiritual energy. He didn't answer directly, but said lightly: "Don't run down the mountain."

Ning Qing just smiled and didn't answer.

The warmth spread from the wrist Jing Rong touched to the whole body, dispelling some of the chill that Ning Qing couldn't suppress.

Ordinary people can't see his sickness from his appearance and behavior, only he himself knows how difficult it is when the attack occurs.

When the two brothers left together, Mo Lingyun, who had just finished practicing the last sword, glanced at the sky unintentionally. The sky is blue, and when the snow is about to come, it turns gray again, and when the snow falls, it will be reflected again. white.

What an interesting celestial phenomenon.

On New Year's Eve, Mo Lingyun made red bean stuffed Lantern Festival and brought Jing Rong to watch the new year in Lingxiao Palace. He was dressed in red and held a bowl of red bean stuffed Lantern Festival. It was very festive.

Jing Rong didn't mean to change into new clothes. He stood outside the hall with Mo Lingyun watching Luoxue at the New Year's Eve. He didn't quite understand why Mo Lingyun was so happy, but his apprentice liked it, so he just wanted to be with him.

When he turned his head, he saw a smirking face, and Mo Lingyun said with joy: "Although this year's New Year's is not very lively, but with Master accompanying me, I feel that it is already complete."

Mo Lingyun laughed out his little canine teeth, and his eyes were also sparkling.

Jing Rong has never celebrated Chinese New Year. For him, every day is the same. He still has hundreds or thousands of ordinary days to spend, but at this moment, seeing Mo Lingyun so happy, unconsciously, He was also somewhat infected.

"What will you do after the end of the year?"

"Visiting relatives and friends, but I don't have one, so this can be omitted." Mo Lingyun ate Lantern Festival and counted his New Year activities for Jing Rong, "I will also pray for a better New Year, after all, the new year is over It's spring, spring comes and everything recovers, isn't that great?"

"Yeah." Jing Rong listened quietly, Mo Lingyun caught off guard and fed him a Yuanxiao, Jing Rong stared at the chubby Yuanxiao close at hand, and then heard Mo Lingyun say carelessly: "Master, eat it!" Lantern Festival? It’s delicious, and we always have a bowl of it on New Year’s Eve.”

Mo Lingyun's smile was bright, and the meaning in his words was simple and pure. Jing Rong swallowed the Lantern Festival with his mouth open, and asked again: "Do you eat Lantern Festival only during Chinese New Year?"

"No, I have to eat during the Lantern Festival."

"Lantern Festival?"

"Just a few days! Master, do you have a favorite flavor? I'll prepare it for you."

"...nothing." Jing Rong was very early, and he couldn't remember much of the world's flavors, but the Lantern Festival that Ling Yun fed him just now was sweet.

Mo Lingyun thought that he would stay on Lingxiao Peak for a long time, and that his seventeen years of life against the wind would be a turning point from now on, but God's will tricks people, he didn't even finish the Lantern Festival with Jing Rong.

Taoist Tianquan, the suzerain of Xuantianzong, left the customs.

It was an old man with a white beard, and he fixed Mo Lingyun with just one look. He put his two fingers together with a light halo, and swiped from Mo Lingyun's wrist to his elbow.

Mo Lingyun was a little nervous, but seeing the calm expression on the side of the scene, Mo Lingyun felt relieved for a while, until Taoist Tianquan said, "It's the Tianlinggen."

God... Heavenly Spiritual Root? !Are you talking about him?Or Jingrong?Mo Lingyun was a little confused. In this confusion, he heard Taoist Tianquan add a second sentence: "But he is a body with broken meridians, Hanxiu. Even if you take him as a disciple, it will not have any effect."

A body with broken innate meridians?He had heard from Uncle Ning that the meridians of a cultivator with a body with broken meridians are like a bamboo basket. If he can't bear much aura, the world will overflow. With such a physique, he can't become a cultivator at all, and he can't even build a foundation. .

If the dignified Daoist Yuanying's disciple is a body with broken meridians, if it is spread, people will not be able to make people laugh.

Mo Lingyun was speechless, and only listened to his master, Jing Rong's master Tianquan Taoist, who continued to say: "This congenital meridian is broken, and there has never been a way to solve it since ancient times. Hanxiu, you should stop the damage in time. good."

Taoist Tianquan had been talking to Jing Rong from the beginning to the end, and he didn't even look at Mo Lingyun, obviously he didn't intend to recognize this disciple; he was afraid that as long as Jing Rong agreed, he would find a reason to announce it to the world. Drive Mo Lingyun out of the school.

Jing Rong didn't look at him, and didn't reply to Taoist Tianquan, until Taoist Tianquan urged: "Hanxiu, if you can't make a decision..."

Almost subconsciously, Jing Rong shielded the person behind him. He didn't look at Mo Lingyun or Taoist Tianquan, he just cupped his hands and said: "Master, please allow Tuer to think about it."

Jing Rong took Mo Lingyun back to Lingxiao Hall. The two of them were silent all the way. They were still relatively silent after entering the hall. Mo Lingyun saw the perpetual calendar on the wall. The two words became more and more prominent.

Mo Lingyun pursed his lips, and said in a low voice: "Master, today is the fifteenth day. People down the mountain like to call it the Lantern Festival. It is a good time for reunion."

"Maybe you can't pass it? But I used to like this festival very much. I remember that the owner of the porridge shop would give warm porridge and Lantern Festival at this time, so I like this day very much." Mo Lingyun pursed her lips tightly. There was a slight arc, and he suddenly raised his eyes to look at Jing Rong and said, "But I don't seem to like it very much now."

"Ling Yun..."

There was no smile in the always smiling eyes, just now the curve was like Jingrong's illusion, he saw Mo Lingyun as before, he unconsciously grabbed the corner of his clothes, and saw Mo Lingyun lost his sight, very lightly, even Take a minute and asked cautiously: "Master, do you still want me?"

"...I want you." Jing Rong held Mo Lingyun's hand on his sleeve, only then did he realize that Mo Lingyun's fingers were cold, and he didn't know what he was thinking about along the way.

"Even if I have no room for improvement in my practice?" Mo Lingyun, who was always in high spirits, seemed to have lost his self-willed confidence, and cautiously asked for Jing Rong's guarantee.

"Yes, you are my Jing Rong's apprentice." Jing Rong lifted Mo Lingyun's hair that was hanging down his cheeks, and after a long pause, he said, "Go to Changchuan Ze to get something for Master."

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"Hanxiu?! You are so confused!" Taoist Tianquan, who was late to see Jing Rong standing alone in the Lingxiao Hall, was almost pissed off by his closed disciple. What are people doing when they become a sect? !

Jing Rong didn't look at him, but whispered: "He is my apprentice."

"But he is useless! You have taken up your disciple's quota for nothing, and now you are doing such stupid things!"

Jing Rong's complexion was a little pale, but he still stood upright. He closed his eyes and sighed: "Ling Yun is my apprentice who has been crowned and sealed to worship three respects. He has suffered enough. Protecting him With a clear conscience."

"you……!"

"Master, are you being too impatient this time?" Jing Rong asked his doubts. With his master's character, he wouldn't be in a hurry to take in an apprentice with broken meridians. People were kicked out of the sect, but Taoist Tianquan's previous performance was indeed a little impatient.

"...I'm not afraid that you don't know people well." Taoist Tianquan seemed to have been poked into a sore spot, and his voice lowered unconsciously, "I'm just an orphan in the mountains, so it's not worth your trouble."

"Is it just like that? Master." Jing Rong is not sociable, but it doesn't mean he can't tell the truth from what others say. Taoist Tianquan obviously has something to hide from him.

"Yes." Taoist Tianquan didn't want to continue this topic, so he picked a Buyuan Pill from the storage space and threw it at Jing Rong, and said, "Go to retreat as a teacher and practice hard. From now on, without the permission of the teacher, you Do not leave the Xuantianzong Mountain Gate."

"Yes, Master." Jing Rong bowed his hands in response.

He has always listened to his master, but this time, he made a paper figurine with the soul division technique to accompany Mo Lingyun down the mountain.

It's not wrong for the master to punish him, after all, if other monks find out about the splitting of the soul, it may cause another disturbance.