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, the formation was widely spread among Ling's disciples, and it seemed to become a status symbol.

Ling Mo was busy with affairs, and Wang Ji spent most of his time in Linxu Mountain.

At that time, Wang Ji had just dabbled in Ling's spells, and every time she came to Shenling, she asked Ling Mo to teach her new spells, and then went back to stabilize the mountain guard formation in Guanghan City.As time passed, the husband and wife missed Ling Chu's growth just like this.

Ling Chu was raised in the house of gentlemen in Shenling City, and grew up day by day. He was taken care of by Wang Ji's servant Wang Guanjia. He was sent to Wanfa Pavilion to study every day, and then to Pojuan Pavilion to study in the middle and evening classes. Elders accompany and teach.

This son was born of the two most powerful men in the world. He is extremely talented and his learning speed is astounding.At the age of three, Ling Chu could use spells, at the age of five he could form formations, and at the age of seven he could make a paper puppet to help carry things and deliver food.

Ling Chu's vitality has been extremely strong since he was born, and as he grows older, the elders of Shenling City have expressed extremely high expectations.

However, Ling Chu's status was too high, and he was cast with a heavy political color at a young age, which made him very uncomfortable in Shenling City.

No one to be near, no one to talk to.Sometimes he watched Steward Wang who took care of him busy coming and going, and he even had the illusion of being isolated from the world.

Young and carefree, even more unconscious.He often looked at the turrets of Shenling City outside the high wall of Junziju.He would think, what else is there beyond the turret?Ling's disciples patrolling on the turret, what else can they see there?

A seven-year-old child is self-closing and practicing daily, and it is inevitable that he will be withdrawn after a long time.During a visit by Wang Ji, he finally realized that his son seemed too quiet.

After discussing with Ling Mo, Wang Ji decided to send a nephew of the Wang family to accompany Ling Chu for a while, so Wang Qian was brought to Shenling City.

Wang Qian is one year younger than Ling Chu, but he is a child.His elder brother Wang Shen was very worried about this unlucky boy making trouble when he was seeing him off, and it turned out that he was right.

Wang Qian's talent is also good, but it's all used for playing wild.He came to Ling Chu's Gentleman's Residence, brought a lot of novelties, and talked to Ling Chu about things outside the high wall.He was young, but he was born with a naughty spirit.

The six-year-old brat went up to the tree to dig out the bird's nest, touched the koi in the late afternoon, and played pranks on the disciples of the Ling family. What he played was called Shunliu. The autistic boy Ling Chu's autism formation was instantly cured.

The two children got mixed up within a few days, and they didn't take classes well during the day, so they were thinking about where to go wild.In less than two months, the teachers of the Ling family filed a lot of lawsuits.

But Ling Mo Wang Ji was busy with his affairs, half a year had already passed by the time he knew about these things.At that moment, Ling Chu and Wang Qian learned a rebellious aura.Wang Ji was furious, but he had nothing to do with the little baby Wang Qian, so he ordered Wang Qian to go back to Linxu Mountain.

Before leaving, Wang Qian cried and bid farewell to her good brother: "Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooette

Ling Chu nodded and said: "If one day I go out from this Shenling City, I will definitely visit you."

Wang Qian said again: "You are the son of the Patriarch, you must be very powerful in the future, help me find a beautiful wife in the future, I want to give birth to a baby who is as handsome as me!"

Wang Ji was very helpless when he heard it from the sidelines, thinking that this kid was only six years old and he was thinking about these things, what kind of things did his brother Wang Shen usually teach.

Ling Chu heard the good brother's wish, and replied seriously: "I will definitely find you the most beautiful daughter-in-law. From now on, your baby will be my baby. You have to call me uncle, and I will treat him well."

When Wang Qian heard this, she was so moved that she cried so much that she was dragged away by Wang Ji.

Little did he know that this word became a prophecy, many years later, Ling Chu found the first beauty of the Ling family to marry Wang Qian, and after Wang Qian died, Ling Chu did indeed train Wang Zaixing to become a talent.

At that time, in the child's heart, parting was just that they could no longer play together every day, the fun disappeared, and Ling Chu's life returned to monotony and boring.But he already knew that the world was not just so boring, so he wanted to go out and have a look.

Ling Chu started to make some small things by himself, such as moving dogs and flying birds.He let the bird fly out of Shenling City, and the puppet collided with Shenling's powerful barrier, and was wiped out.

Ling Chu used illusion to transform himself into a young man during the evening class of the Ling disciples, mingled among them, eavesdropped on their conversations, ate the same meals as them, and then slipped out quietly.

This was his lonely hobby, and it was also the only benefit of learning the spell formation that he knew at the time.

Suddenly one day, a direct disciple of the Ling family died in his own room, without any trace of murder, obviously insane.

Wanfa Pavilion didn't want the matter to make a big fuss, and settled it hastily on the grounds that the progress of the practice was too fast.

In the following month, two more disciples of the Ling family died suddenly one after another. This caused panic among the people in Shenling City, and Wanfa Pavilion formally intervened in the investigation.

Another month, there were rumors that the spells and formations were incompatible, and the forced fusion led to madness.

Ling Mo wanted to suppress these scattered remarks, it really seemed that someone deliberately set the pace, and could always use tricky angles to make things difficult to suppress.

Some of the elders of the Ling family were not optimistic about making friends, and they added fuel to the fire, putting the already fragile relationship on the line.

Such rumors and rumors have been floating in the Ling family's territory for a month, and they have been spread in all sorts of strange ways. Someone outside set up a situation secretly, and there was Shen Ling's resistance to the Wang family inside. The disciples of the territory to maintain a stable status quo.

On the day Wang Ji left Shenling with his disciples, Ling Chu stood in front of the Hall of No Names and watched his mother leave with a blank expression.

There is unwillingness and anger in her eyes, and there is also the forbearance of the superior when he is wronged and begged for perfection.

This is such a beautiful and powerful female cultivator. She can make the royal family tens of thousands of battles with one order, but she still chooses to cooperate with her husband to gamble on a future that may be out of reach.

But the young Ling Chu didn't understand this, he only knew that his parents didn't see him at this moment, they were standing too high and looking too far away, so it was hard for them to notice the son beside the hall.

In the days that followed, news of the deaths of Ling's disciples came one after another. Because the formations were promoted too much before, no matter what the cause of death was, they were eventually labeled as incompatible with the formations.

Ling Mo was busy investigating this conspiracy all day long, or guiding correct public opinion, completely ignoring Ling Chu.And Ling Chu was also forbidden to enter Wanfa Pavilion to practice, and he was arranged to be in the ordinary classroom of direct disciples to be with them.

A seven-year-old boy came to Wanjuange's classroom with a gloomy expression. He saw the fear and suspicion towards him in the eyes of his classmates.

Ling Chu ignored them and went straight to the first row to take a seat.After all, he is the only son of the Patriarch of the Ling family, and no one can do anything to him.

The cruelty among children is always naive and unintentional. The classmates' comments in their spare time and rejection of Ling Chu are like sand in the eyes, which makes people extremely uncomfortable.

And the teacher who taught the class was also arranged by Wanfa Pavilion. He came with aversion to Ling Chu, didn't pay attention to teaching, and reported his bad things to Wanfa Pavilion every day.

As soon as Ling Chu came to the classroom, he was bored. He set fire to the gossiper's desk, making the puppet dolls so noisy that the class could not go on.

The teacher who taught the class immediately went to make a report, but Ling Chu's status was too high, and Wanfa Pavilion did not dare to punish Ling Chu after all. , making Ling Chu even more depressed.

Over time, Ling Chu gradually rejected everything from the Ling family and the Wang family. He couldn't feel warmth here, only endless loneliness and isolation.

Ling Chu started to look like a little hooligan. He behaved surlyly, caused trouble everywhere, stopped practicing any spells and formations, and tried every means to get revenge on anyone who made him feel uncomfortable.

He started to become a little devil in the mouth of Ling's disciples, he had no choice but to grit his teeth with hatred.

No one dared to tell Ling Mo all this. Ling Mo and Wang Ji cooperated remotely and worked hard. For five years, they quelled the internal problems of the two great families of cultivators and settled the people who were secretly inserted by other factions. .

When the relationship between Ling's and Wang's was restored and even closer, Ling Mo finally remembered that he hadn't seen his child for a long time.

But at this time, the conflict between Ling Chu and the people around him became more and more intensified, and it became irreconcilable.

Ling Mo went to visit Ling Chu in mid-summer, and he heard from the housekeeper Wang who greeted him at the door that Ling Chu was already 12 years old, and he suddenly felt that time flies, and the rush is like a white horse.

After Ling Mo couldn't wait to enter the gentleman's residence, he saw the strange boy resting on the tree, squinting at him with indescribable hatred in his eyes.

"Master Ling, when will you let me out?"

This sentence was like a blow to the head, which shocked Ling Mo very much.In his impression of Ling Chu, he was still a well-behaved child with extraordinary talent, and he really couldn't connect with the crazy boy in front of him.

Seeing that he didn't answer, the boy was too lazy to say one more sentence.

There were puppet dogs barking in the yard, and there were traces of damage on the door. The young man looked up at the turret of Shenling City, sneered, and also had longing.

Ling Mo stood on the spot for a long time, before leaving alone.

Master Ling thoroughly investigated Ling Chu's life in the past five years, wailed, and fell on the long collapse of the Wuming Hall in pain.

For the first time in so many years, he was worried and sad for his children, and he seemed so powerless.

After all, too much was missed.

Ling Mo summoned Wang Ji immediately, and then issued an order to punish the teacher in charge of the Pojuan Pavilion for negligence of duty, clear him out of Shenling, and severely clean up the style of study in Shenling City.

After five years, Wang Ji finally entered the Wuming Hall again.

The two heads of the family were anxiously discussing the child's education, and finally the child's mother decided to have a good talk with her son.

Wang Ji deliberately changed into gentle clothes, and went to Junziju with the cakes he made himself.

But Ling Chu didn't buy it at all, and only asked her back and forth: "When will you let me go?"

In his busy schedule, Wang Ji went to Junziju for ten consecutive days, and finally gave up.

So Ling Mo and Wang Ji decided to ease the conflict first, and built Zuifeng Residence on Qiyang Mountain not far from Shenling, so that Ling Chu could leave Shenling City first.

There were also voices of opposition from Wanfa Pavilion to this move, but this time was different from the past, Ling Mo had put down the chaos, and carried out strict measures.

Wang Ji decorated Zuifeng's residence with his own mastery of formations, and he was relieved to let Ling Chu move in.

When Ling Chu left Shenling, he said to Wang Ji: "Patriarch Wang, I will not come back to Junziju. Throw away everything inside."

After speaking, he left without looking back.

As soon as Ling Chu arrived at Zuifeng's house, he destroyed all Wang Jibu's formations and sealed up all the things Ling Mo left him.

He regards this residence as a foothold, and always thinks about leaving in the future.

"The young dragon has been imprisoned for too long and has been bullied by the water snake. It has turned into a ferocious wild dragon." Steward Wang said with a sigh. "However, the young master has stayed here for four years, and he is much more peaceful than when he came here."

The 16-year-old boy was leaning on the window sill, holding the sake that Zhao Rongan left in the house, and was looking at the late autumn moon.A cold light cast on his face, full of coldness and negativity.

There was a wind blowing, and the fallen maple leaves floated to Zhao Rongan's shoulders. He picked them up and felt the veins of the red maple carefully. He said, everything will be fine...

This sentence has no beginning and no end, Steward Wang didn't quite understand it, but seeing Zhao Rong'an watching the leaves fall, he left him alone and went to take care of the house.

Zhao Rongan raised his head and looked up at Ling Chu on the pavilion from the maple forest in the courtyard, his eyes were full of distress.

Everything will be alright, whatever it is, will make him alright...

46. Uninvited customers

In the early morning, busy people began to work, Qiyang Town gradually woke up, only Wanxiang Garden was still immersed in sleepiness.

Ling Chu sat on a big tree branch outside the garden, gnawing on a paw.These claws were marinated by Ling Zezhi last night, and they were so delicious that Ling Chu couldn't resist bringing one out.

There was a girl in the garden holding her waist to fetch water for washing. While scooping it up, she cursed last night's benefactor for not being a good friend.

This is the woman that Ling Chu thought Wanxiangyuan had robbed the women of the people by force, and even let dogs bite the bodyguards in the garden for her.

Ling Chu likes to go around Qiyang Town when he has nothing to do. After knowing that this girl is here, he changed his real name, and now he is called Zhu Mengxi.

Zhu Mengxi, Dreaming Xi, really is a good name that is as real as it is illusory.Many of the guests who came to Wanxiangyuan for the first time named her because of this good name. This girl is good-looking, and she is more coquettish than when she first entered Wanxiangyuan four years ago.

In addition, Zhu Mengxi is willing to endure hardships when she enters Wanxiang Garden, and has learned a whole body of dancing skills. Over the years, she has gained a bit of fame, and she seems to be competing with the old courtesans in the garden.Although she is not worthy of a girl in the open, and does not come out of the court, the girls in the garden are also beginning to be afraid of Zhu Mengxi's ability.

After Zhu Mengxi finished washing, when she looked up, she saw Ling Chu gnawed her paws and threw the bone into the yard. Immediately, her eyebrows turned upside down and she scolded directly: "You little rascal, you don't learn well, you come here early in the morning to do it again!" What a moth, if you don't find a girl, don't send silver beads, and make trouble, it's really bad luck for this bone to be thrown in front of me!"

Zhu Mengxi always sees Ling Chu appearing in the town, thinking that he is a little rogue who knows a little bit of magic, and is used to wandering, so he is bored and has nothing good to say.

Seeing that Zhu Mengxi was in a panic, Ling Chu was overjoyed, and replied, "My bones are made by gods. It's a blessing to throw them here. Where did the regret come from!"

Zhu Mengxi poohed him, rolled his eyes and went into the room.

Seeing Zhu Mengxi like this, Ling Chu laughed like a two hundred and five.

"Master Ling, it's time to go back." Someone called him behind him, it was Zhao Rong'an who came back from the purchase.

Ling Chu jumped off the tree and ran over, took the bag from Zhao Rongan's hand, and asked, "What did you buy today?"

Zhao Rongan recalled in detail, reporting to Ling Chu one by one, most of them were daily necessities and an ink ingot.

Ever since Yu Fenglin heard Steward Wang talk about Ling Chu's old affairs that day, Zhao Rong'an never mentioned letting Ling Chu learn the fairy arts of the Wang family and the Ling family again.

Zhao Rong'an has a strong personality, he improves the technique according to what he has learned, and self-studies in a short period of time. When he communicates with Ling Chu, what he teaches and teaches is completely his own perception, and there are very few traces of other schools.

Ling Chu was extremely intelligent, and he could appreciate Zhao Rongan's good intentions after several visits, so he gradually no longer objected to learning some spell formations, which lasted three years.

After a long time, Ling Chu realized that Zhao Rong'an's cultivation was untouchable, and he gradually developed admiration for him.It's just that the only son of the Ling family has always been proud, and he still calls him a servant, but his behavior is still gradually changing.

When Zhao Rongan was doing things, Ling Chu would be by the side to chat with him, and when he went down the mountain to buy, Ling Chu would follow along to help.

What an awkward child, Zhao Rongan looked at the people around him, the 19-year-old boy was already a head taller than himself.

Time flies so fast, he has grown up, and the passage of time on Ling Chu's body is even more noticeable than the long thousands of years in the snowy field.

Zhao Rong'an sighed with emotion, and said with a smile: "Xiao Hong packed a stone pound yesterday, and I asked Da Zhuang to grind sesame seeds. Let's make gnocchi tomorrow."

Holding the bag in his arms, Ling Chu took out pancakes to eat, and said "yes" casually.

The two walked hand in hand and returned from Qiyang Town along the mountain road. The morning market was just over here, and the rising sun was warming up, which was a gentle season.

After returning to Zuifeng's residence, he just entered the door, and before he had time to put the things in his hands away, Steward Wang rushed over in a hurry, looking very anxious.

Butler Wang said to Ling Chu: "Patriarch Wang sent Mr. Wang Shen here, and he will wait for you in the main hall of the main building."

Ling Chu's complexion turned bad immediately, and he asked, "What are you here for? Why isn't his younger brother Wang Qian here? I'm afraid he's coming to deliver a message to Patriarch Wang again. See you soon."

As soon as Wang Shen's name came out, Zhao Rong'an suddenly felt kind, and couldn't help asking: "Steward Wang, Wang Shen and I are old acquaintances, can I go and see him?"

Before Steward Wang could reply, Ling Chu hurriedly asked, "You know him? When did it happen?"

"It's the Shenling City that Wang Shen recommended me to go to."

Ling Chu squinted his eyes and thought for a while, then let go and said, "That's fine, let's go see him together."

Steward Wang was overjoyed, and hurriedly took the things he bought back, and asked Ling Chu to go see Wang Shen immediately.

Steward Wang was personally arranged by Wang Ji to take care of Ling Chu. He is a person who has seen the big world, and he is always measured in situations. Zhao Rongan has never seen him so eager, and he is afraid that something big will happen.

Sure enough, as soon as he entered the lobby of the main building, Wang Shen walked up in two or three steps.

He was dressed simply, with a haggard face, and he didn't even have the energy to pay attention to why Zhao Rongan appeared here, and said solemnly to Ling Chu: "My lord, please activate the defensive formation set up by the Patriarch here, and you must not leave in the near future Drunken Maple Residence, in recent months, huge cracks of dead energy have been discovered in many places in the cultivation world, even in the range of Guanghan and Shenling."

Zhao Rongan's heart was shaken when he heard the crack of death.But Ling Chu had only heard about it briefly, and didn't know much about it, so he said indifferently: "What big things can happen to this."

Seeing that Ling Chu didn't care, Wang Shen stomped his feet anxiously: "Oh, my lord, you don't know the severity of this crack of death air. The ground is cracked, and there are everywhere in the fields and ravines. The breath of death is coming out of the cracks. The dead air erodes living things, and they are slowly stripped of their vitality when they touch them. The Patriarch has ordered all the disciples of the Wang family to seal the dead air cracks within the range, but there are too many of them, and even huge cracks have appeared in the past two days.

Qiyang Mountain is close to Shenling City, and it is blessed by the breath of Shenling. It has not appeared yet, but a small gap has been discovered on the outskirts of Shenling City. No one can guarantee the safety of this place. Please pay attention to it. "

Wang Shen spoke sincerely, his eyes were bloodshot, as if he hadn't rested for many days.

Zhao Rong'an knew how difficult it was for ordinary cultivators to deal with this dead energy crack, so he pulled Wang Shen's arm and sent his breath over to dispel his fatigue.

Wang Shen's body fatigue miraculously eased, he blinked, and then freed his brain, realized how unreasonable Zhao Rongan's existence was, and immediately asked in confusion: "Why are you here?"

Ling Chu inadvertently pulled Zhao Rongan's hand back, frowned and said, "This is my servant Ling Zezhi, so it should be here."

Wang Shen immediately said pleasantly, "It turns out that your name is Ling Zezhi, and you refused to tell me before."

Ling Chu said angrily: "You are not allowed to call him Ling Zezhi!"

Wang Shen looked puzzled, and Zhao Rong'an realized that this was Ling Chu's desire for monopoly. This was the name Ling Chu gave, and no one else was allowed to call it.

Zhao Rong'an sighed, changed the subject and said, "Master Ling, the cracks in the dead air are unusual, and we really need to be prepared."

Ling Chu didn't know if Wang Shen was exaggerating, but Ling Chu knew Zhao Rong'an's ability, and immediately realized that the dead air crack was indeed very powerful.

But Ling Chu had a hurdle in his heart, he just didn't want to use the defensive formation left by Wang Ji, and in the entanglement of going back and forth, he frowned.

Zhao Rongan knew that he was not happy in his heart, and he was unwilling to force it, so he could only calm down and said: "Brother Wang Shen, we know, we will pay attention, thank you for coming to remind, come to the wing room to rest first."

Wang Shen wanted to persuade him again, but he knew that Ling Chu was notoriously stubborn, and he couldn't make any sense with a few words.

Now I can only count on the unfathomable Ling Zezhi to protect Ling Chu, so he said helplessly: "Brother Zezhi, I know your ability. Your son's life is important, and I hope you will take good care of him. It is said that there are also some people in the north. There are a lot of dead air cracks, my friends at Tianmen Mountain have asked me for help, and I have to rush there immediately."

Zhao Rong'an knew Wang Shen's difficulties, so he responded immediately.

Ling Chu snorted coldly and said, "I don't need my servant to protect me, I have to protect him no matter what."

Hearing this, Wang Shen didn't know what to say, so he bowed deeply to Ling Chu and Zhao Rong'an, bid farewell and left.

47. Mortals and Immortals

After Wang Shen left, Zhao Rongan fell into deep thought.He realized that during the four years he had been in Zuifeng Residence, the outside world had undergone tremendous changes.

He had stayed here for too long, had such a leisurely life, that he almost didn't remember the purpose of coming here from the north.How can we forget the mortal beings corroded by the dead energy, how can we stop the pace of repairing the cracks in the dead energy.

During these three years of study, Ling Chu has already been able to skillfully mobilize his energy.Although he was unwilling to learn the orthodox techniques of the Ling family, some common techniques he adapted were enough for him to protect himself.

The defense formation of Drunken Maple House is extremely exquisite, it was laid by Wang Ji himself, and it is the culmination of hundreds of years of Wang family's profound meaning, no matter what, he must be persuaded to resume operation.

In the end, an emergency teleportation formation was left in Zuifeng's residence, even if it was thousands of miles away, he could return for help.

Let's set off again after the arrangement here is complete.Go on a journey to find the source of the dead air fissures and see what can be done to eradicate them.

Zhao Rongan had all sorts of plans in his mind, but outsiders seemed to be in a daze.

Seeing Zhao Rongan standing by the maple tree with a broom, Ling Chu frowned and walked over to put his shoulders on his shoulders, asking, "What's wrong with you, what are you thinking?"

Zhao Rong'an came back to his senses in shock, seeing that it was Ling Chu, he replied by a strange error: "Master Ling, I have to go."

Ling Chu's expression changed drastically, and he hurriedly asked, "Where are you going?"

"Go elsewhere and repair the dead air gap in the cultivation world."

These words were awe-inspiring, but Ling Chu listened to them with amused expression: "I know you have extraordinary abilities, but don't you think that you are talking too much about something that even Patriarch Wang is afraid of?"

Zhao Rongan spent these years in Zuifeng Residence, although he got along with Ling Chu day and night, there were few places where he needed to use magic skills, so Ling Chu always thought that his little teacher Ling Zezhi was just an ordinary person with a relatively high level of cultivation. monk.

No matter how high Ling Zezhi's cultivation level is, it is impossible to surpass the great powers in the world of cultivating immortals.Both Shen Ling and Lin Xu are waiting for the disaster, what can Ling Zezhi do, Ling Chu thinks so.

Zhao Rongan knew Ling Chu well, and knew what he was thinking.Since we got along so far, Zhao Rong'an didn't want to hide anything from him, and it was time to say goodbye.

Before finishing the sake this morning, Zhao Rongan took Ling Chu into the gazebo and sat down, pouring wine for him, and talking about it.

"I was originally in the extremely cold place in the extreme north. I am not from the world of cultivating immortals. I came here because of the crack in the dead air..."

In Zhao Rong'an's story, there are scenery never seen before, and the betrayal and trampling that ordinary people cannot bear. He said it lightly, but Ling Chu couldn't believe it.

This kind of experience is unheard of, but Zhao Rongan's behavior style has always been honest and rigorous, and he will never deceive Ling Chu.

Zhao Rongan talked about where he came from, how he entered Shenling by chance, talked about the Hall of No Names, talked about meeting Ling Mo and Wang Ji, and finally mentioned the mysterious man of Shenling who passed away a few years ago-Uncle Zhao.

"I was famous when I studied under Uncle Zhao. My name is Zhao Rong'an. Prosperity and wealth mean a safe life."

Zhao Rongan recalled his mentor with admiration and reluctance, and that nostalgia was moving.

"Then I will call you Ling Zezhi, why did you agree?"

Zhao Rongan said with a smile: "The name is just a title. I name myself and you name me. There is no difference."

"What about your white fox, did you give it a name?" Ling Chu said with a smile, teasingly.

Zhao Rong'an thought about it carefully, and said: "He has my life protection, so he will not be harmed. If I see him again someday, I will call him Zhao Shoucai. I found that people in the world of cultivating immortals really like money."

"Hahaha, what a Zhao Shoucai." Ling Chu smiled from ear to ear, but then thought of a question: "Zhizhi, you said you have existed for a thousand years, have you been like this for 1000 years?"

Zhao Rongan touched his face unconsciously, and said uncertainly: "It should be, I rarely looked at my face before, but the feeling of touching it is similar."

Ling Chu laughed and said: "Then according to what you said, the heaven and the earth are pregnant. If you continue like this, will you not live forever? Or, as the world of cultivating immortals said, you are in the state of becoming an immortal."

Those who are capable in the world of cultivating immortals are all cultivating immortals, and those with long life spans can reach two to three hundred years old. However, since ancient times, no one has truly reached the realm of immortality. .

Zhao Rongan was lucky, if there were souls around him, let him guide him to come and go, he said: "I don't understand your way of cultivating immortals, and I can't feel your so-called cold, hunger and pain.

What you think of as the breath of life is in my body, which interacts with the surrounding life. Sometimes I feel that I am more like a carrier than a living thing like you.

But I can think, I can learn, and I feel like I have a soul..."

This entanglement fell into a paradox, Zhao Rongan was puzzled and couldn't extricate himself.

There are still unanswerable questions about the body of a god. How can mortals reach the realm of infinite enlightenment with their knowledge?Hearing Zhao Rong'an's self-narration, Ling Chu couldn't help smiling brightly, as if he had realized something.

"Actually, I don't think you need to worry about this. If you and I are here now, that's fine. According to this, you should be able to exist for a long time. Then when I grow old and die in the future, can't you give me the end?"

Ling Chu thought out of his mind, and when he said a word, there was a bit of philosophy and a bit of humor.

Zhao Rongan has seen many lives from birth to death, and seen many differences and hardships in the world, but he never thought that he was born differently from Ling Chu, and the difference in life expectancy is also huge. One day, he will watch Ling Chu leave this world , living and scattered in the world, and can no longer be traced.

Zhao Rongan's mood became heavy, and he realized that he had a feeling almost sad.

"You came to say goodbye to me because you are going to repair the dead air gap elsewhere. I haven't left here for a long time, and I want to follow along."

Zhao Rongan shook his head and refused: "No, the place I'm going to is too dangerous."

"Wang Shen said that even if there has appeared near Shenling, there is no guarantee that Qiyang will not appear."

"Drunken Maple House has Patriarch Wang Ji's defensive formation, and I will also leave a teleportation formation here."

Ling Chu took a deep breath and said, "Do you know what I hate most about them?"

They were referring to Ling Mo and Wang Ji, Zhao Rong'an heard it, but didn't know how to answer.

Ling Chu went on talking on his own: "They let me come to this world, but they trapped me, Shenling City, Drunken Maple Residence, they are like a cage to me.

Steward Wang is very kind to me, but he is a disciple of the Wang family after all. He sends letters to Wang Ji every day and obeys the orders of the Patriarch. The farthest place I can go is Qiyang Town.

There was a time when I gave up, no matter the technique or formation, even if I learned it, so what?I bear their reputation, walk the established path, and cannot control life and death for myself.

Their love with me is too meager, far less than their responsibilities and things to chase.I know you are someone they can't control, so I hope you can take me out, even if I die outside, I want to see the real world. "

When Ling Chu said these words, he wasn't very angry or sad, or even resigned to his fate. He was just explaining an ordinary matter.

Zhao Rongan had never seen Ling Chu like this before, and he realized that his knowledge of Ling Chu was still too superficial.This boy was growing at an unexpected speed, gradually becoming profound and rational.

"Okay, I'll take you there, I won't let you have anything to do." Zhao Rongan promised.

Ling Chu secretly made a victory sign in his heart, and thanked him calmly on the surface.

"But Patriarch Wang Ji's defensive formation must be activated. Its radiation range can reach Qiyang Town, and the residents will be guaranteed."

"...All right." Ling Chu had no choice but to agree.

Steward Wang was very excited when he heard that Ling Chu agreed to use the formation, and almost turned around in the hall.He took the tools and immediately ran out to repair the damaged formation.

Steward Wang has dealt with this formation all the year round, and the repair speed is extremely fast. That night, the residents of Qiyang Town saw a dazzling white light rushing into the sky. house.

Only then did people realize that this was the residence of a cultivator.

Then there was an afterimage of streamer flashing from Zui Feng's residence, indistinctly, he heard Butler Wang's heart-piercing shouts.

"Master! Come back!!!!"

48. Mountain and River Crack

Zhao Rong'an dragged Ling Chu across the mountains and rivers of the world, the clouds changed under their feet, and the birds flew sideways by themselves.Zhao Rongan sensed the direction of the nearest dead air crack, and quickly approached there.

From a distance, Ling Chu could see the gray mist covering the mountain depression ahead, and as he approached there, the flow of life and energy in his body seemed to be hindered.

It got closer again, and the gray gradually darkened, showing black.Ling Chu felt more and more uncomfortable, and even felt indirectly suffocated.

Feeling that the people around him were not in the right state, Zhao Rong'an immediately slowed down, passed the breath of life, and protected Ling Chu with the breath of life barrier.

"Are you feeling better?"

Ling Chu breathed a sigh of relief and nodded.

"Why don't I let you here, the crack is not too big, I'll come back soon after I finish it." Zhao Rongan suggested.

Ling Chu shook his head and insisted: "I want to see what the dead air crack is."

That being the case, Zhao Rong'an waved his hand as a screen, forming a barrier of breath to protect Ling Chu.

As soon as this obstacle fell, Ling Chu immediately felt his whole body soaked in the warm ocean of life and breath, which was extremely comfortable. He looked at the dead air outside, like another world, and Ling Chu immediately had a new understanding of Zhao Rongan's ability.

"We have to hurry, it's expanding." Zhao Rong'an looked heavy, pulled Ling Chu past Ling Chu and flew into the center of the black mist.

Ling Chu only saw the thick fog, and the surrounding environment was so dark that he couldn't see clearly. In the mountain depression, more than ten feet of stone crevices were cracked, and black air burst out from the crevices. The nearby birds disappeared, and the vegetation withered and died, giving off a gloomy and cold atmosphere.

The two landed on the edge of the mountain depression, the black air rushed out, sprayed on the outer barrier of Ling Chu's body, turned around abruptly and went to another place, which shows how solid and powerful the barrier of life is.

Zhao Rong'an didn't dare to delay, and drew Sheng Qi to sew the cracks in the dead air. When the dead air met Zhao Rong'an's Sheng Qi, it was like a mouse running away when it saw a cat.

Zhao Rong'an didn't give a chance, and drew out countless streams of life energy to bind back the fleeing death energy, and pressed them into the cracks of death energy.

He has done this kind of thing countless times, immersed in it, so absorbed that he forgot the passage of time.

Ling Chu had never seen such a weird and thrilling scene, nor had he seen such a serious Zhao Rongan.

In Ling Chu's impression, Ling Zezhi, the domestic servant, was always casual and indifferent, and he didn't seem to be surprised at all. Nothing seemed to arouse his emotions of sadness and joy. This was the reason why Ling Chu left him in the first place. He was really curious. what kind of person.

But now, Zhao Rongan is facing the crack of death, as if facing his lifelong enemy, just as he himself said: Zhao Rongan came to this world for this reason.

Ling Chu was very close to Zhao Rong'an, but he could only watch helplessly, the sun set and the moon rose, the dead energy in the cracks was decreasing, they were pushed back, and could no longer wreak havoc.

Ling Chu watched the mountain reappear in full view from the mist, saw birds hovering, and looked back at the former residence hastily.The blood in his whole body was about to boil, he wanted to do something, but he clearly realized that he was too small.

For the first time, Ling Chu felt unwilling, and this feeling of powerlessness made him very sad.

Another day later, the dead breath was completely suppressed, and only Zhao Rongan's surging breath of life remained in the entire mountain depression.It is the joy of new life that the dead grass and trees show signs of recovery.

The barriers around Ling Chu were removed, and he returned to the human world.

"When I came here, I saw a village around, and there was a signal for help from Ling's disciples in the village. Let's go and see if we can help." Zhao Rongan said.

"...Okay." Ling Chu didn't really want to get in touch with Ling's disciples, but the situation was special, and he didn't reject it very much.

The two walked against the wind, and fell over the mountain in a few breaths.

The fields in front of the village have long since withered, and all the crops have died. A dead dog lay on the gravel road. The dog froze by the side of the road, and it looked like it had been dead for some time.

A flag was planted at the entrance of the village, and Ling's family was painted on it.