Master is also running away from marriage today

Mu Ling was taken aback.

Xiao Qingge lost her memories of the past, and was imprisoned in the tunnel by evil cultivators. Mu Ling can be sure that there is no such spell in Qingyimen...

Sure enough, Mu Ling heard Lin Qingge say softly: "At the bottom of the blood pool in the tunnel, similar spells were engraved around it..."

Mu Ling was startled: The evil cultivators in the Donglin Tunnel had the idea of ​​renewing their lives by transferring the lives of those victimized women to the evil cultivators. way of doing……

Mu Ling cast her eyes on the Xuanyu bed in front of her.

There was a ruby ​​bowl next to Xuanyu's bed. Mu Ling thought it was natural ruby ​​at first, but when he looked carefully, there were red threads lingering in the jade bowl. The red threads in this bowl were obviously soaked in blood!

The high-end practice in the cultivation world is for the powerful to nourish the body with the blood of their hearts all the year round, which can reverse the blood vessels and nourish the soul.

However, even if you have a golden body, you still have to endure excruciating pain to take your heart's blood, which is not something ordinary people can bear.

According to the portraits in the bamboo house, Mu Ling can be sure that Zhao Linglong has never forgotten her husband in her life, so the identity of Zhao Linglong's body that has been nurtured by her heart and soul is clearly revealed, but it is rumored that Zhao Linglong's husband has already lost her soul. Zhao Linglong might not be able to call her husband back even if she did everything she could.

Mu Ling sighed lowly, put the jade bowl back beside the bed, and led Lin Qingge out of the cave.

The formation changed again, and the scene changed. Mu Ling found herself and Lin Qingge in the world:

There was a lot of traffic and crowds. On the arch bridge of the Lantern Festival, Mu Ling and Lin Qingge saw two children holding hands.

——That was the young Zhao Linglong and her future husband.

Mu Ling knew the man's name——Yan Rufeng.

It was a long and tumultuous life.

In the first half, just as Mu Ling knew, the young couple who were childhood sweethearts in the water town were about to get married, because Zhao Linglong's blood of the Phoenix Flame that broke out as an adult attracted all parties to covet, Yan Rufeng was killed by a cultivator to protect Zhao Linglong, and the pregnant Zhao Linglong hugged The husband's body fell into the cliff—

When she was born again, Zhao Linglong became a Mahayana monk, and no one dared to bully her like before.

Zhao Linglong was so magnificent that countless monks bowed down under her pomegranate skirt, but Zhao Linglong devoted herself to running the school and raising her daughter, and never became a Taoist couple with anyone.

When the Qingyi Sect had become established and her daughter was pregnant, Zhao Linglong started to build a new tomb for herself, and fled to the Houshan cemetery, ignoring her daughter and the sect's persuasion, on the grounds that her old wounds had not healed and she was about to die soon.

Yan Rufeng's body was placed in the Houshan cemetery.

For so many years, Zhao Linglong has been nurturing Yan Rufeng's body with all her heart and soul, raising nightmare beasts to pretend to be Yan Rufeng's appearance by her side, and even learning a remote soul-calling technique in an attempt to revive Yan Rufeng.

Unexpectedly, Yan Rufeng came back to life.

Those were the happiest days in Zhao Linglong's life. She and the revived Yan Rufeng lived in the bamboo building, not caring about world affairs, just like a couple of gods and gods.

It's a pity that the happy days were extremely short. A few months later, Zhao Linglong gradually discovered something strange: Although the resurrected Yan Rufeng tried his best to pretend to be the same as before, but his occasional actions, familiarity with the techniques of the world of cultivating immortals... many details revealed ——The soul summoned by Zhao Linglong was not Yan Rufeng.

However, that soul was carrying Yan Rufeng's skin, and Zhao Linglong was reluctant to destroy "Yan Rufeng". During the fight, she was injured by the fake Yan Rufeng and fled. Zhao Linglong was disheartened and lost her will to live. The nightmare beast took away its heart and liver.

……

There was a sharp pain in his arm, and Mu Ling woke up suddenly, only to realize that he had returned to the cemetery unknowingly.

——I was reaching out to touch a certain tombstone, and that tombstone was one of the death gates of the formation, once it got involved, even the god Da Luo would be strangled!

"You are so ruthless!" Mu Ling withdrew her hand with lingering fear, looking at the row of teeth marks on her arm: "Xiao Qingge is so powerful, it saved my life."

Maybe it's because children's minds are clear and they don't think as much as adults do, so it's not easy to fall into these illusions.

Looking back now, Mu Ling doesn't know when she became enlightened, but she can only feel in her heart that Zhao Linglong is worthy of being a Mahayana monk, and all the designs are hard to guard against.

Lin Qingge didn't speak, but looked behind Mu Ling.

The appearance of the black tower behind him has changed, and its area is more than several times larger than before.

Mu Ling and Lin Qingge stepped into it again. This time, the black tower was no longer empty. The first floor was filled with countless magical treasures and spiritual weapons, the second floor was piled up with mountains of spiritual stones, and the third floor was a study room with bookshelves. There are countless books on exercises on the bed, and there is a picture on the wall of the study "Linglong dice and red beans, love you so much that you don't know it".

Mu Ling saw this word in the illusion.

This was written by the fake Yan Rufeng to Zhao Linglong after waking up. Zhao Linglong also found something strange in this writing: Yan Rufeng's handwriting after waking up was different from the original one.

Maybe Zhao Linglong forgot to take down this picture.

Mu Ling knew that the things in the three-story black tower were the Qingyimen's reserve treasure house, and if there was a crisis after the Qingyimen, they could rely on the things in these three floors to tide over the difficulties.

Mu Ling didn't move at all, and led Lin Qingge up to the fourth floor.

The fourth floor is not as bright as the first three floors. The door is closed tightly, and a light shines faintly on the door. When the light shines on it, Mu Ling finds that she can't move for a while!

As if consciously, the lights shot up and down Lin Qingge and Mu Ling's bodies, and finally seemed to get a satisfactory answer, and the door on the fourth floor slowly opened——

There is only a stone table inside the door.

There was a spirit sword on the stone table. At first glance, the blade was covered with dust, and it seemed to have been abandoned for many years. When someone came in, the blade suddenly emitted a dazzling light and began to vibrate——

A piece of jade was placed next to the spirit sword. As soon as Mu Ling's hand touched it, a female voice came out of the jade:

"Since you have passed the Jianxin lamp at the door, it means that you have not taken anything in the tower. Either it is a descendant of my Qingyimen who entered by mistake, or the picture is too big to be satisfied by my Qingyimen. No matter what you are Man, since I came here, I naturally know the past between Yan Rufeng and me. I awakened the demon by a single thought, and the fake Yan Rufeng is very ambitious. After I escape, I fear that the three worlds will change..."

This is Zhao Linglong's suicide note, which explains Zhao Linglong's guess about the fake Yan Rufeng: The fake Yan Rufeng has a very high level of cultivation, maybe even higher than Zhao Linglong, and his purpose of pretending to be Yan Rufeng is probably for Zhao Linglong's Huangyan bloodline...

Zhao Linglong begged those who read the letter to kill the fake Yan Rufeng if they had the chance. At the same time, in return, she offered a way to tame her spirit sword. This sword was accidentally obtained by Zhao Linglong in a secret place. Even someone as powerful as Linglong could not fully exert the maximum effect of this spirit sword during her lifetime.

"Drop blood on the blade of the Spiritual Sword. If the Spiritual Sword is sincerely convinced, it will naturally recognize you as the master; but if you are a person with evil ways and evil intentions, the Spiritual Sword will fight back—"

After saying this, Yu Jue shattered into powder.

Lin Qingge's eyes fell on the spirit sword at the side, and he took a step back without any trace.

And as if sensing Lin Qingge's sight, the humming sound of the jade sword became more and more obvious, only a 'dang' sound was heard, the sword came out of the scabbard, and stabbed straight at Lin Qingge!

Anyway, I also learned some sword skills these days, Lin Qingge dodged in embarrassment, but the next moment, the spirit sword changed its angle again, and chased towards Lin Qingge——

Mu Ling subconsciously chased after him to block the sword technique, and couldn't figure out why the spirit sword would attack Lin Qingge!

Anyone in this world could be a demon cultivator, only Lin Qingge couldn't. After all, Lin Qingge was the No. 1 Immortal Dao that killed the Demon King in the future!

And if the intention is not correct...

"Master!" Lin Qingge dodged another attack from the spirit sword in embarrassment: "I just secretly memorized the inscription in that cave, do you think it was because of this that the spirit sword came to attack me?"

Lin Qingge lowered his eyes: "I'm afraid that when I recover my memory, my family members will be gone, maybe I can help them survive—"

Lin Qingge had known for a long time that Mu Ling cared about family affection. Sure enough, after listening to Lin Qingge's words, Mu Ling no longer doubted it. After lightly reprimanding Lin Qingge for being "confused", she worked hard to help Lin Qingge evade the spirit sword's pursuit.

Lin Qingge breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, he dealt with Lingjian awkwardly, but his eyes looking at Lingjian became more stubborn!

Originally, it wasn't that he had to have this spirit sword, but now Lin Qingge's heart was inexplicably aroused with hostility - he must get this spirit sword!

The spirit sword seemed to sense Lin Qingge's emotions, and attacked more and more frantically.

The master and apprentice retreated again and again, and they returned to the library on the third floor. Mu Ling accidentally touched the words hanging on the wall, and a burst of intense light burst out!

The next moment, Mu Ling realized that he had actually arrived at the back mountain pass of Qingyi Gate.

Mu Ling didn't expect that Zhao Linglong had a glimmer of life back then, and the key to getting out of the battle was actually in that picture!Not to mention that I actually stayed in the back mountain for half a year!

It was already daytime when we went out, and the disciples could be seen lining up from a distance—it was the martial arts competition ceremony of the new disciples in the sect.

Spirit Sword followed closely, as if he was going to cut Lin Qingge under the sword!

The spirit sword is an ancient artifact, and it attacks with a peculiar rhythm, which is the sword intent that stretches through the ages——

Lin Qingge looked at the trajectory of the spirit sword, and felt something in his heart. Suddenly, there was a sharp pain in his body, and his hands and feet were choked...

The five kinds of weak spiritual powers in the body gathered together and slowly merged into the original strange power in the body, gradually showing the momentum of a river rushing to wash away the meridians, and the lotus seeds swallowed by Lin Qingge at the dantian began to flicker slightly——

Even Lin Qingge, who had always been steady, had lost his color at this time—he advanced at such a critical moment!

Other people's epiphanies have to pick a blissful place to meditate. Lin Qingge never thought that his own advancement would come at such a critical moment of life and death...

As soon as the movement was slow, Lin Qingge could only dodge the vital points of his body with difficulty, and watched the sword stabbing towards him!

That was a scene that Lin Qingge would never forget throughout his life.

Unexpectedly, Mu Ling was originally surprised because of the sudden appearance of the battle, and it was too late to cast a spell at this time. Seeing that the sword seemed to be bent on killing Lin Qingge, Mu Lingxin stood in front of Lin Qingge——

Lingjian didn't expect Mu Ling to appear suddenly, as if he didn't want to hurt the innocent, the tip of the sword deflected abruptly, and nailed into Mu Ling's right shoulder!

Just a little bit away from the heart!

The sword body buzzed, as if it was extremely unwilling to attack again. The next moment, a hand stretched out from the slope, grasped the blade firmly, and pulled the sword straight out!

"Qingge! You..."

Mu Ling saw Lin Qingge's advancement, but what was even more surprising was Lin Qingge's expression: Lin Qingge looked down at the sword in her hand, her hands were dripping with blood, her expression seemed indifferent, but there was a hint of madness in her eyes. The sword is like looking at a dead object.

Involuntarily, Mu Ling shuddered.

"It hurt you!"

Lin Qingge couldn't tell what it was like in his heart, but when Mu Ling's blood splashed on his face, Lin Qingge only felt a surge of hostility rushing straight to the top of his head!

The spirit sword trembled crazily, and the aura of the demon cultivator in Lin Qingge's body made it extremely repulsive, but the monstrous killing intent on her body actually suppressed it!

The spirit sword has killed countless cultivators, and I have never seen such a vicious demon cultivator!

It felt the darkness of Lin Qingge's sea of ​​consciousness. She was destined to be a ruthless person who would make life miserable...

But at this time, after Mu Ling blocked the sword, a little light suddenly appeared in the darkness in Lin Qingge's mind, like fireflies lighting up the stars...

Spirit Sword was a little hesitant: this light is extremely weak but it does exist, and Lin Qingge's blood...

The trembling spirit sword finally stopped buzzing, and a blood mole slowly formed between Lin Qingge's eyebrows, making Lin Qingge's somewhat indifferent face extremely dusty, this is a sign that the spirit sword recognizes its master!

"Fortunately you're all right!"

Seeing Lin Qingge's expression return to his usual appearance, Mu Ling also heaved a sigh of relief.

At that moment, Mu Ling actually had doubts in her heart. Lin Qingge's expression made people feel scared from the bottom of her heart, but now that the spirit sword has chosen her, I think it's all my own worries...

Lin Qingge silently looked at the wound on Mu Ling's shoulder. Even though he knew that the wound was not deep, he always felt that the wound was an eyesore.

At this time, Zhao Yunshi and others also sensed the movement in the back mountain, and rushed over quickly.

Looking at Mu Ling who was being questioned in the center by the crowd, Lin Qingge lowered his head, silently picked up his sword, and walked up to the competition stage with his spine straight!

I'm still too weak, and I need this fool master to protect me every time.

Throw in a peach and return it to Qiongyao.

Lin Qingge didn't think she was a good person, but if the other party was her foolish master, she would be willing to follow this ancient etiquette.

This is the most exciting contest between new disciples in the history of Qingyi Sect!

That disciple of Qingbo Peak who entered the Tao with miscellaneous spiritual roots and was not favored by anyone, who was once humble like a maggot and allowed to be bullied by others, is like a dusty pearl that has finally brushed off the dust and burst into dazzling light!

Ten battles and ten victories!No one could survive a hundred tricks under Lin Qingge's hands. The new disciples were horrified to find that in only one year, Lin Qingge had already established his foundation!

The martial arts competition, which was supposed to last for half a month, ended on the first day. On the second morning, facing the rising sun, Lin Qingge knocked down his final opponent, Huang Meng, from the stage. The little girl in white clothes stood alone on the stage with her sword in her hand. It was originally a high-spirited moment However, Lin Qingge's expression was the same as usual - it seemed silent and humble, but in fact, nothing could be seen, but when he looked at Mu Ling on the high platform, a gleam of warmth subconsciously infiltrated the cold eyes.

"I won!"

Mu Ling didn't look at her.Mu Ling turned her head and glanced at Zhao Yunshi who had a complicated expression, and laughed out loud!

"This is just the beginning!" Mu Ling turned her head to meet Lin Qingge's eyes, looked at the little girl with a celestial appearance, and sighed in a low voice: "The era that belongs to Lin Qingge has just begun!"