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"Senior brother, why was he banned by the head of the sect?" Ning Qing twirled a black piece and landed it on the chessboard. Only a few people knew that Jing Rong was banned, and he was one of those few people.

"I made some mistakes." Jing Rong replied calmly, the chess game was deadlocked, and his white pieces didn't fit anywhere.

"Because nephew Lingyun was put down the mountain to practice without permission?"

"That's it."

The two were talking while playing chess, mostly about Mo Lingyun's experience.

Ning Qing lamented that Jing Rong let his apprentice go down the mountain alone at ease. Jing Rong still didn't say that he left Mo Lingyun with a soul-dividing paper figurine. Both he and Mo Lingyun needed time for such a thing to happen. slowly.

As for Mo Lingyun, he was thousands of miles away from Xuantianzong.

In addition to the blue bull that he was traveling with, he also brought a young master in a jade robe and bamboo hat, and the two of them walked towards the edge of the northern border.

The young man was tall and tall, and upon closer inspection, he was almost [-]% similar to Jing Rong's figure, but he was wearing a bamboo hat, so no one could see his face.

Mo Lingyun led the cow, humming an unknown tune, and walked southward step by step. He had calculated that with Brother Niu on his way, he would be able to leave the northern border and reach the edge of the southern border after walking for two days.

"Master, you sit on the back of the bull, shall I lead the cow and walk together?" Mo Lingyun asked the young man in the bamboo hat while feeding the green cow, the young man was silent, and Fang replied: "I am just a strand of soul , you won’t get tired, you’d better sit by yourself.”

This sub-soul paper figurine has Jingrong's Yuanying Dzogchen cultivation base, and is also connected with the body's spiritual consciousness. When you open the bamboo hat, you will find that he looks exactly like Jing Rong; Jing Rong can't go down the mountain to accompany him through thousands Shan, specially made this paper figure for him, it is said that it can block a fatal injury for Mo Lingyun.

"But you are the master, I don't want you to get hurt." Mo Lingyun turned his head to look at him, "I also don't want the master to leave me."

As Jing Rong said, his double will dissipate after blocking a fatal injury.

It is said that they are paper figurines, but in fact the difference between them and Jing Rong's deity is that they are slower to respond. After all, they are one body connected by spirit and soul, and Jing Rong can feel every move of the separate soul.

Mo Lingyun likes to be called Shizun, and when he cooks, he subconsciously makes two servings, and he said that he really can't eat.

As for the reason why 'Jing Rong' wears a hat, he is too eye-catching, and his recognition is too high. If other monks mistakenly think that Jing Rong is traveling down the mountain or that there are two Jing Rong in this world, then the matter will be serious. It's not easy to deal with.

He accompanied him through many uninhabited places, and when he reached the boundary marker on the border between the north and the south, he was also blocked by the river.

Mo Lingyun patted Qingniu's back and whispered: "Brother Niu, you've worked hard all the way, you can go back."

When the green bull left with its tail wagging, Mo Lingyun couldn't help muttering: "Brother Niu won't be caught as a bison while walking on the road and roasted beef, right?"

"...No." Daojun, who was far away from Xuantianzong and had just meditated, trembled his fingertips, and responded to the stupid words of the disciple who was thousands of miles away.

The mounts domesticated by their sect have spirits, how could they be caught by ordinary people to make roast beef...

"That's good, that's good." Mo Lingyun, who didn't know that he had just talked to Jing Rong himself, was still asking the boatman by the river to borrow a bamboo raft. It was getting late, and no boatman was willing to cross the river.

Mo Lingyun lit a fire and stared at the fire for a while, Jing Rongan beside him quietly accompanied him.

"How about grilling fish?" Mo Lingyun muttered, but without getting a response from Jing Rong, he suddenly turned his head and lifted the corner of the bamboo hat.

"Master?"

When the two people's eyes met, Jing Rong's eyes flashed with surprise, he subconsciously wanted to push back the bamboo hat, and then stopped his movements to respond to Mo Lingyun's words: "It's all right."

Mo Lingyun was able to survive in the wild. He said he wanted to grill fish, so he quickly found bait and made a simple fishing rod. He sat cross-legged by the river and waited for the fish to take the bait.

Jing Rong on one side looked at the jumping flames. Although he was not afraid of water and fire, he was a paper man after all. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sit a little further away.

Mo Lingyun took out a dead branch to pick up the flame, and his eyes fell on Jing Rong, separated by a layer of bamboo hat and tulle, which made Jing Rong feel that the two people's eyes were facing each other thousands of miles away.

Mo Lingyun asked him: "Master, when I cross the river tomorrow, I will completely leave the northern boundary. Will you miss me?"

"...I've always been by your side." Jing Rong lifted the gauze, and looked up at Mo Lingyun, "This soul is me, I'm right here, Lingyun don't worry."

"That's great." Mo Lingyun hugged him, and put most of his weight on Jing Rong's shoulders. During this short period of time, the two were silent.

Regarding the matter of Mo Lingyun's congenital meridians being broken, Jing Rong was under pressure, but Mo Lingyun was not worried. He was the person involved and also the first victim to bear the brunt.

He was born an orphan, and he lived alone in a small southern town. During the 17 years he lived alone, the monk's power was as far away as the legendary figure, and occasionally fighting with some wise beasts was his life. The most exciting thing in the world.

Meeting Jingrong was like his dying dream.

The demonic wolves attacked their village, which was full of mortals. Mo Lingyun was young and strong, and even after being chased by the hordes of demonic wolves to several hills, his strength was exhausted.

Am I dying?Mo Lingyun asked himself silently in his heart, he wanted to take another look at this clear world, and saw the legendary monks descending like gods with a single sword.

He never expected to become a monk, but he never thought that one day he would become a disciple of the first sect, not just an ordinary disciple, but a direct disciple of the young sect master.

In the beginning, there were gossips, saying that he had passed the best age for cultivation, and that he was not worthy to be the disciple of Daojun Yuanying. Even though Mo Lingyun was optimistic by nature, he couldn't help feeling a little guilty.

Jing Rong was born in a superior position, and always disdained to explain too much, just looked at him and said: "Why bother with others, call me Master."

Fortunately, most people are friendly to him, such as Uncle Ning and Uncle Yun.

He had practiced in Xuantianzong for more than half a year, and he thought that everything had come to an end, and even silently set the day when he and Jing Rong first met as his own birthday.

In such a dream, Xuantian Sect Master, his ancestor, told him a good news and a bad news, he is the same as the master, only exists in the legend of the root of the sky, but he is the innate meridian Broken body, no matter how good the spiritual root is, it will not help.

Mo Lingyun only felt a dull pain in his heart, and a feeling of bitterness in his heart, as if this kind of thing is his real life trajectory, the world is impermanent, and he may not have a day when all hardships come to an end.

But Jingrong told him that he was his apprentice of Jingrong, and he wanted him.

At that moment, Mo Lingyun really wanted to cry, or to give his master a hug, but he didn't dare, Jing Rong is a fairy in the sky, and he, what is he, a little loach trying to get in touch with a real dragon.

Jing Ronghua's paper figurine is exactly the same as his real deity, but there are still gaps in reality, for example, he is slower, less alienated than the real deity, or more gentle.

It was only tonight that Mo Lingyun had the courage to give him a hug, and the anguish in his heart seemed to be relieved in a hug.

After crossing the river, we arrived at the border area in the south. There are always some gray areas mixed with fish and dragons in the border area. Fortunately, here is the junction of the north and the south. There are many monks coming and going, and the local snakes are not so presumptuous.

Mo Lingyun took Jingrong to find an inn in this small border town to stay. He put his luggage away, sat down on a stool, rubbed his hands and said to Jingrong: "Master, why have I felt that my back has been so hairy since I entered the city?" of?"

"Someone is following you."

"Following me?" Mo Lingyun stared, looked around and felt his scalp tingling, he asked Jing Rong in a low voice: "Where is it?"

Jing Rong raised a finger and pointed to the beam, and asked, "Do you want to listen?"

"...Will eavesdropping kill you?"

"It's just some low-level casual cultivators, it's fine."

Mo Lingyun, who was guaranteed by Jing Rong, decided decisively: "Listen!"

On the roof, the four burly men squatting sneakily on the beams are also considering whether to attack Mo Lingyun, a new traveler. After all, they have always made a living by robbing passing travelers. The foundation was just established, which gave them great confidence, and now they dare to attack some monks who don't seem too strong.

For example, Mo Lingyun.

"This kid looks like a qi trainer, so he should be able to do it." The second child in the robbery team said in a low voice.

"But the person next to him is not easy to mess with at first glance." The third child answered.

"Fourth, what do you think?" The only one among the four who established the foundation stroked his beard representing wisdom.

"This person's cultivation level is unfathomable. If he is a golden elixir, we will get into trouble." The fourth child is thin and small, with a wicked look, and he is very suitable for a military advisor of this small organization. image.

"Golden Core?!" The boss of the group of four twitched his eyebrows and beard. The strongest monk in their border town is the early-stage Golden Core monk sent by the Daoist League. Just as he was about to open his business today, he ran into a golden core who was passing by. Friar Dan?

"Walk, walk, don't rob, don't rob." The four discussed in a heated manner, and decided to run away after the fourth child said that there might be a golden pill. After talking, they packed up their equipment and left the room sneakily. beam.

Mo Lingyun, who was almost 'robbed' but not robbed, listened to the whole process, and was unconsciously silent. He always felt that it was weird, he was the one who was going to be robbed, but why did he feel that he was an empty person the whole time.

Holding the pottery teacup, he tapped on the bumpy tabletop, and asked Jing Rong softly, "Master, can I beat them?"

"I can beat it."

"I want to eliminate harm for the people." Mo Lingyun spoke righteously, but there was no light of righteousness ringing around him.

That night, the four evils in the border town were beaten up, and they wrote "Don't do evil again" in large characters, with people and characters hanging on the city wall.

Mo, who did good deeds without leaving his name, admired his masterpiece again before leaving the city, and asked Jing Rong: "Master, did I do the right thing?"

"Naughty." Jing Rong was noncommittal.