The No. 1 Sword Cultivator in History [Transmigration Book]

"someone is coming!"

Qingliu Dalang moved his ears, and then said to Lingran: "Honey, I don't have enough spiritual power now, so it's better to be a snake for the time being."

Lingran glanced at Qingliu Dalang, who was dressed in red, and smiled sideways. "what ever!"

Qingliu Dalang opened his mouth, as if he wanted to comfort him a few more words, but there were sudden movements in the wild wind.

This time, the sound of horseshoes was like a rainstorm, and even Lingran heard it.

When Wei Wangtai galloped up to Lingran, only Lingran in white was left in the night, bowing his head in thought.There were bloodstains in the pit at his feet, and there were two headless corpses lying there.

Wei Wangtai dismounted quickly, rushed to Lingran, and sneered when he saw this. "Little monk, you are so vicious!"

"To each other," Lingran sneered. "It's not as good as King Wei and Lord Cui."

Wei Wangtai held a whip in his hand, and said with a sneer, "I didn't save you!"

Lingran also smiled at him, her voice was colder than his. "My lord, your pills are designed to restrain spiritual power, right?"

"I was discovered by you!" Wei Wangtai didn't refute, but smiled with crooked eyes, and there was no smile in his obsidian-like eyes, which were cold. "I can't help it. Although I really want to keep you so that I can do business with my father, but Ah Yu..."

"The relationship between the prince and Lord Cui is really chilling!" Lingran sneered.

"You look down on me?" Wei Wangtai raised his eyebrows with a smile.

Lingran originally thought that he would turn into anger from embarrassment, but who knew that this guy would go on to say the next sentence, "Hehe, actually Gu also looks down on me."

Surprised, Ling Ran took a serious look at Wei Wangtai.

Wei Wangtai still had a cold smile on his lips, his brows were indifferent. "But Ah Yu was not like this when he was a child. At that time, he was picked to be the proton, and he was accompanied by Gu..."

"At that time, Gu didn't have the splendor he has now. A Yu didn't have the power he has now."

Standing in the deserted tomb, Wei Wangtai talked about the old things with Lingran who escaped by chance, his expression was very peaceful.Under the moonlight, even the sneer on her lips gradually faded, and her brows and eyes were gentle.

"At that time, Ah Yu made an agreement with Gu that if the Cui family didn't redeem him in the future, he would be a companion with Gu and grow old together."

It sounds like a covenant of childhood sweethearts.It's just that the two of them were standing by the death pit, their hands were stained with blood, it would be inappropriate to talk about such a young love story.

Lingran just wanted to interrupt, but Wei Wangtai's voice changed abruptly, and he said angrily: "Everything happened on New Year's Eve! He was named Wei King alone, and then he also became the shepherd of Yongzhou Mansion. The Minister of Dali Temple. But when he stays alone, he gets farther and farther away."

"My lord, you don't need to talk about these things. Let me listen to the little monk." Lingran clapped her hands indifferently. "Right now, little monk, I only care about one thing. The matter of the Zhongfu has been settled, and I still need to work for the prince to walk around. Take the little monk and me into the palace to face the saint, and finish this errand."

The wind rustled.

There was a cool smile on Lingran's lips, interrupting Wei Wangtai's hesitation to speak. "I'm not interested in knowing about you and that devil, little monk."

"Why is Ah Yu such a devil?" Wei Wangtai retorted.

"Hehe, this method! This devilish energy!" Ling Ran fixedly stared at Wei Wangtai's eyes. "Look at the bloodstains on my body, little monk, and this!"

He threw the universe bag into Wei Wangtai's hands.

"The stuff here are all resentful ghosts captured from Zhong's family! The chaos in Chang'an City also originated from this. But Cui Yu, after taking the Qiankun Sack, only wanted to let the tiger go back to the mountain. He is so Behavior is not a demon, is it still a person?!"

Wei Wangtai remained silent for a while, holding the Qiankun bag in his hand and said, "You and Gu go back to the mansion first. In a few days, go to the palace to face the saint, and we'll talk about this case after finishing this case."

"Not interested!" Lingran scoffed coldly. "Little monk, I naturally want to go back to the temple! I have to recuperate!"

Wei Wangtai was about to say something, but Lingran was blocked by one sentence.

"Going back to the palace with you, I'm afraid I'll die!"

Wei Wangtai was silent.

Lingran stepped up and staggered past him, the blood on his body dripping along the white clothes and falling into the black soil.

Wei Wangtai said abruptly, "Do you think there is something wrong with A Yu?"

"Is there a problem? It's a big problem!"

Lingran turned her back to him and sneered without looking back.

"If you really still have a bit of humanity, then open your eyes and take a closer look. Is what you are thinking about a person or a demon? Should you kill it or keep it? Go home and hug and kiss!"

After all, he didn't care about Wei Wangtai any more, he took a mouthful of the remaining aura, and the white clothes moved away without the wind in an instant.

Lingran breathed a sigh of relief and rushed back to Dong'an Temple desperately.Xiao Qiniang still stayed in Zhongfu, only the old pine tree and a tree of small peach blossoms were sleeping soundly outside the temple.

Seeing him come back, Lao Song was startled, just opened one eye from the brown tree trunk, and saw Lingran fell straight to the ground with a plop.

The old pine jumped out of the tree in a hurry.With a bang, an old man with a short stature and long eyebrows hanging down to his belly appeared in the light blue smoke.

He helped Lingran up from the ground, gasped for air, but couldn't wake up after pushing, so he could only carry Lingran on his back and walked along the corridor to the abode at the back with difficulty.

The old monk Mingxi heard the movement, struggled to sit up from the bed, and saw the sound of wind and rain outside Xiaoxuan's window, and the raindrops the size of soybeans suddenly fell down, and Lao Song passed under the window with a blood-stained spirit on his back. .

"What's up with him?"

Mingxi hurriedly called to stop Lao Song.

Lao Song looked up to see him, a little embarrassed. "The old monk is back, I haven't come to pay a visit yet..."

"Not busy, not busy!" Ming Xi hurriedly waved his hands. "What happened to the little monk?"

"Maybe someone hurt you." Lao Song frowned. "The devil's energy penetrates into the bone at this wound, I'm afraid I ran into a demon."

Mingxi gasped. "Since that's the case, quickly help him to the old monk's room! You can't cure him."

After hearing this, Lao Song carried Lingran to the old monk's room in Mingxi according to his words.Mingxi moved to the inside of the bed to make a space.As soon as Lao Song put Lingran down, the blood instantly soaked the mattress.

Lingran's complexion was like gold paper, his eyes were closed tightly, and his eyelashes were trembling uneasily.Big drops of cold sweat dripped from his forehead.The most frightening thing was that there was hardly an inch of intact skin on his body, his clothes were torn, and traces of devilish energy were hidden in the bloody mess.

As soon as Mingxi covered his fingertips, he was eroded by the devilish energy.

"Sure enough!" Mingxi gasped, forced through layers of devilish energy, and pressed his hand on Lingran's heart vein.

"What should I do? Old monk, I don't have enough spiritual power now."

Lao Song was silent for a while and said, "There are Lao Liu and the others. I'll wait and see, maybe I can relieve him."

"Okay! Go and get someone to come!" Ming Xi paused, and then said, "The more the better, the sooner the better. It's best to be a mountain spirit, who is as pure as you. If it's already there Practicing in the human world may damage the spiritual root of this little monk."

"Okay!" Lao Song responded immediately, and went to call friends.

At about the third quarter of Yin time, more than a dozen mountain spirits and wood monsters gathered in the old monk Mingxi.All the spirits and monsters surrounded Lingran in groups.Lingran was still lying there, with cyan, white, and red auras intertwined, converging into spiritual threads, enveloping Lingran's whole body.

Lingran felt extremely comfortable in this aura package, and felt very painful at other times.The spiritual roots that had been torn apart by Cui Yu were slowly recovering inch by inch, but Wei Wangtai somehow infiltrated the flesh and blood in the dungeon. Every inch of flesh and blood recovered, not only did not improve, but rotted instead.

"It's bad, this little monk seems to have been poisoned!" Ming Xi frowned, his expression becoming more and more sad.He gasped for a long time before saying, "This poison is the poison of the emperor's family in the world. I am afraid that only the palace has the medicine."

"What medicine?"

The black snake on Lingran's ring finger moved.In the next moment, Lingran disappeared from the fingertips, and a human figure appeared in the room out of thin air.

Qingliu Dalang grabbed Mingxi's sleeve with one hand, and said anxiously: "How could he be poisoned?"

The first time Mingxi saw Qingliu Dalang's body, he was startled at that time, his lips trembled for a long time before he said in a trembling voice: "Yes, it's the poison in the world. I can only help him recover his spiritual root, but this detoxification You have to find the prescription from the palace."

"What do you need to look for?" Qingliu Dalang said coldly.

"There must be emperor dragon blood." Ming Xi frowned. "Then look for the poisoner and learn the formula of this medicine."

"Is it poisonous poison?" Qingliu Dalang frowned.

"No, it's better than that." Mingxi smiled wryly. "If a mortal is poisoned by this poison, he will definitely die within three breaths. The little monk has survived for a long time because of his spiritual body. It's just that the poison will damage his body and body, and he still needs to find a few. Flavored medicine..."

After Mingxi finished speaking, he tremblingly grabbed Qingliu Dalang's hand, silently wrote a few words in his palm, and then whispered in his ear, "Remember, be sure to take three more drops of the emperor's blood, so... ...The little monk can be as good as ever."

"Emperor Dragon Blood?" Qingliu Dalang laughed coldly. "Compared with real dragon blood, which one is better?"

"You..." Mingxi's face became even more terrified, this time his lips trembled for ten breaths before he said, "Respect, reverence, is it true?"

"Yes!" Qingliu Dalang cut off in one gulp. "If it's my blood, is it better for him?"

"That's natural, that's natural!" Ming Xi lowered his head.

The spirits and monsters beside them knelt on the ground and trembled, not daring to speak at all.

"Okay! After I find the antidote formula, I will heal him later. Protect his spirit root for now!"

After Qingliu Dalang finished speaking, he pushed open the small window, whizzed, and disappeared without a trace in the night in an instant.