Su Bian Cultivation World

Before sending Han Qianling into the holy mountain, the two first found a suitable place for Luo Jiujiang to settle down.

Although there is no clear and logical human-like thinking in the holy mountain, the most basic form instinct of love, anger, likes and dislikes still exists.According to Han Qianling himself, during the tens of thousands of years he was trapped in the belly of the holy mountain, it was because of his ability to resonate with the holy mountain that he was able to clearly understand every corner of the holy land without leaving home.

"Now that you are so close to her, it will be more convenient if she wants to see you." Han Qianling half folded her arms and asserted, "It can't be like this."

Although Han Qianling didn't have any intention of blaming Luo Jiujiang, and his attitude didn't look like he would turn against the Holy Mountain because of such a trivial matter, Luo Jiujiang still had a strange illusion: it seemed that he had suddenly It was such a disaster.

…Speaking of what Shengshan likes about him, it’s his unique insights into food, his handsome and unrestrained appearance, the simple color scheme of his body like a rock, or his firm and firm body muscle?

Luo Jiujiang shamelessly picked out all his advantages from head to toe and praised him in his heart. When he finally boasted the position of his dantian, Luo Jiujiang suddenly woke up.

There is also a small world hidden in his dantian.

In the process of frequent sparring with strange beasts in the past six months, the chaos in his dantian was gradually wiped away by him like flowing water eroding stones.What can make Shengshan feel kind and fond is probably the new small world in his dantian, and the breath of Daoyuan.

When Luo Jiujiang was thinking about it in his heart, Han Qianling had already brought him to a cave covered by vines.This is a low mountain very close to the holy mountain. Half of the mountain wall is perpendicular to the stream, as if it has been cut by an axe, and it is extremely steep.There are some purple radishes growing here and there on the mountain wall, and the clusters at the entrance of the cave happen to cover the cave tightly, making it look quite beautiful.

"There must be an antidote within seven steps of a snake's infestation. Putting it here on the holy mountain, the reason is similar." Han Qianling casually lifted the rare hanging vines on the mountain wall, "The holy mountain is born with gods." Consciousness, cannot penetrate this plant."

After a short pause, a tacit smile gradually appeared on Han Qianling's face: "But... my spiritual sense can penetrate it."

Luo Jiujiang and Han Qianling looked at each other and couldn't help laughing.

"Since you knew you would miss me so much, why don't you just let me go with you?"

Thinking about the environment inside the holy mountain, Han Qianling smiled slightly, but his voice was still as gentle and gentle as before: "I did it on purpose, and this time I'll let you try the feeling of waiting outside."

"Well, so you have this idea." Luo Jiujiang didn't point it out, but deliberately dragged out his tone along with his words, "It's just what I want, I also thought about how to find a coconut ball and put you in the It’s stuffed in there for a year and a half.”

"After that year and a half?"

"Afterwards? After cultivating the Nascent Soul, release it. At this time, it will be cooked just right, fragrant, tender and tender. I can do whatever I want... and then I can start eating from the lips."

When he said this, Luo Jiujiang's voice was tainted with two or three points of ambiguous tone.

Han Qianling's black pupils showed a ray of blue again, he stared deeply at Luo Jiujiang for a moment, and said hoarsely: "Now you can also eat from your lips."

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Han Qianling walked into the heart of the holy mountain alone.

If others are lucky enough to come here, they will be surprised by the scenery in the depths of the holy mountain: there are winding paths leading to secluded places, countless stalactites hang down from the top of the dome-shaped cave, and the center of the cave is a pool of bright blue In the pool water, the cold and mysterious light shone on the milky white walls, reflecting Han Qianling's face indifferently and mysteriously.

The road from the cave outside to the lake is a rippling slope. Hanqianling climbs down the steps from top to bottom, and the corner of the robe sweeps the moist and white ground from time to time.The distance of this section of the road is not short, but Han Qianling has been walking all the way, the speed and distance of each step have always maintained a stable rhythm, neither can he be seen to be anxious for this, nor does it appear that he is resisting.

But no matter how long the road is, there will always be a moment when it comes to an end, Han Qianling finally stood still in front of the Tan Youlan pool.

He lifted the corner of his robe, bent down to scoop up a handful of water casually, let them slip through his fingers, and said unhurriedly: "It's really a familiar place... It's been a long time, mother."

In response to this sentence, another boulder fell from the heart of the holy mountain.

The corners of Han Qianling's lips were slightly curved, but there was no smile in his eyes.He reached out to catch the stone, but instead of throwing it aside as he did when he was outside with Luo Jiujiang before, he shook his arm, and the whole stone, the size of two people hugging each other, was wrapped in the sound of piercing wind and full of spiritual power , and smashed hard towards the mountain wall in front of Han Qianling!

The boulder hit the mountain wall with a dull bang, breaking seven or eight fist-thin stalactite pillars hanging upside down from the cave roof along the way. The white jade-like mountain wall was smashed and debris flew around, and a circular gap like a spider web crack was formed by the collision.

Han Qianling withdrew his hand, first brushed off a little dust on the cuffs when he was holding the stone, and waited for the stone to slide down from the mountain wall and flicked it twice before he said leisurely: "Mother, I have grown big."

It is big enough to have the ability to fight back, and it is no longer the weak soul of the past. It can only be suppressed and imprisoned without any resistance.

The heart of the holy mountain was empty, and Han Qianling's moderate voice aroused an echo, but other than that, there was no movement on the holy mountain, not even the slightest wave or ripple in the deep pool in the center. ripple.

It's like a mother who is at a loss when her son suddenly turns his back and finds that the old tricks don't work.

"However, those stones you threw down before can only smash away a few flimsy debris on my soul, just like my counterattack can't hurt the root at all in your opinion."

Han Qianling took off his knee-length boots on the shore, carefully put the heels of the two boots together, and arranged them neatly.As if chatting normally, he discussed with Shengshan in a casual tone: "Since neither of us can do anything to each other, let's live in peace with each other, mother."

"I'll leave when I get what I want, and I won't keep you too long."

When he said this, his face was slightly gloomy, and the last trace of false smile was completely restrained. Under the reflection of the dark blue light of the pool, his expression was somewhat unpredictable.

If there were outsiders here, they would be surprised by Han Qianling's attitude.

Palace Master Han of Shenxue Palace, although he looked cold occasionally, he was always courteous.Even though he has omitted a lot of unnecessary etiquette in Suzaku Realm compared to when he was in the human gathering place, in the eyes of the monster race, he is still an old-fashioned representative who pays attention to red tape.

...Even if the Five Color Pavilion Master wanted to propose marriage to him in public, Han Qianling had never spoken in such an indifferent tone.

If we put the time further back, going back to the ten years when he was in Seven Islands, the scene in front of him would be even more puzzling—even though Han Qianling had survived those years under Chen's insults and beatings, In [-], when she was alone with Chen Shi, she was still polite and courteous, and Chen Shi didn't even have any blood relationship with him.

Such a Han Qianling would be so indifferent to his own mother.

... But looking at it from another angle, it's not that Han Qianling tore off all his painted skins from the Holy Mountain.

He has hatred for all the creatures in the world except Luo Jiujiang, which has been accumulated for many years, but only for the Holy Mountain, he may have emotions that he has not even realized, and the resentment is greater than the hatred.

Perhaps from the deepest point of his heart, although Han Qianling would never admit it, he does have a desire for the position of "mother".

Only care will cause resentment.

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After everything is ready, Han Qianling will no longer talk to the Holy Mountain.Barefoot, he walked step by step into the cold secluded lake water.

The Holy Mountain Lingquan is also different from other places. There is no silt at the bottom of the lake, only the white stone with a texture as cold as cold jade.Even if the Nascent Soul cultivator stepped on it, he would feel a chill that could not be resisted by some kind of aura rising from the soles of his feet along the meridians of his feet. on regular rugs.

When the pool water reached Han Qianling's waist, the hem of his clothes fluttered slowly, shaking like ripples in the pool water. If one looked down at the cold pool from top to bottom, one could see that Han Qianling was surrounded by a dark flower. Clusters of blue flowers.

Han Qianling quietly dived into the depths of the cold pool, his figure was as nimble as a swimming fish.The blue water covered his figure, as if he had merged with the water.

The closer to the underwater place, the dimmer the light should be, but this Lingquan pool seems to be an exception. Every time Han Qianling dives a little further, the light at the bottom of the lake will become brighter.

After diving several tens of feet deep, Han Qianling finally reached the bottom of the cold pool.

The white stone bottom of the cold pool is scattered with many bright fragments. The light is so beautiful and charming that at first glance it is almost mistaken for a star lost in the world. The light is dazzling but also cold. In, but only feel kind.

Those little bits and pieces were once a part of him.

Han Qianling approached those fragments, remembering how in order to escape from the Holy Land, how he realized that the arrival of the Chen family broke the balance between himself and the Holy Mountain, and after realizing that the force of suppression was slightly loosened, he followed his own evil thoughts almost desperately. Go in the direction of flow, and plunge into Chen's dantian.

At that moment, in order to get rid of the fate of the past ten thousand years, he almost ran away desperately. He gave up the small pieces of soul that he could have taken away, and the drop of dao source that he could have taken away. The evil thought that the Dao source merged into one.

Now thinking of himself at that time, Han Qianling seemed like a lifetime away.

I still have such moments of gaffes that I can't wait for.

Thinking of this, Han Qianling smiled slightly.

Everything he wanted, or the only thing he wanted, was already owned by him at this time.

He won't be in such a hurry anymore.