173 Past

Wang Fan talked about the interesting things in the past and said that his mouth was dry.

Hongxiu listened pleasantly and urged him to go on. He only picked up things that had nothing to do with practice and said it again. Finally, he said, "I accidentally killed Wang Sen of Feiyumen. Sister Bailili gave me an opportunity, so under her care, I entered our Lingxiao Pavilion, so I always said that Sister Baili is right. I will recreate it together."

"No wonder when you heard that Fang Tian was going to marry Bai Lili, you taught him a hard lesson. It turned out to be a reward!" Hongxiu was so smart that he immediately thought of what he had done and couldn't help laughing. Finally, he said with emotion, "You are not an ungrateful person after all."

"I don't know how my senior sister used to live?" Wang Fan rubbed his teeth and whispered that I even said that I had to pee in my pants when I was a child. I could always say something about you. Unexpectedly, Hongxiu heard this, but he was silent.

Wang Fan was secretly disappointed, and at the same time felt that he was too honest: "If I had known this, I should have hidden the harmful things I did when I was naked. This is terrible, and I won't be held by her in the future!"

He was thinking about it, but Hongxiu opened his mouth unexpectedly.

"I was not as happy as you when I was a child." Her voice was low and seemed to be a little sad: "Actually, my surname is Ling, Ling Xiaoge's Ling, or Ling Yuntian's Ling. As a disciple of Ling Xiaoge, you should have heard some rumors. Indeed, I am the illegitimate daughter of the Jindan monk, but not the elders, but Ling, the head. Yuntian."

After saying that, she showed a wry smile: "Otherwise, Lin Qinglang will not let a beautiful woman like Xiao Mei. No matter how indifferent I am to him, I always follow me shamelessly. It's not greedy for Ling Yuntian's power. These authentic villains make me tired of it."

Wang Fan was a little surprised, but then he regained his normal color. He even nodded with sympathet and sighed.

"Don't you want to please me? My father is a mid-term monk of Jindan, and he is the head of Lingxiao Pavilion. His power is unparalleled. When Hongxiu spoke, he always looked at him and saw his surprise flashed by, and then it was a pity, with a trace of sympathy, as if he were the daughter of the head, which was a very sad thing.

"To please you?" Wang Fan shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Maybe my senior sister hasn't figured out the relationship between us. The reason why I'm hiding here in embarrassment is that Ling Zhangmen is his biological daughter. Do you think I should please you or hate you, or even kill you to avenge the sea of blood?"

Hongxiu was stunned, then giggled, and even finally burst out of breath. If she hadn't been afraid of exposure, her laughter would have broken through the sky.

"Wang Fan, Wang Fan, you dare to say this. Do you really want to leave Lingxiao Pavilion?" She was extremely smart. From Wang Fan's seemingly helpless complaints, she heard a strong dissatisfaction, and then Wang Fan's consciousness was determined to break with Lingxiao Pavilion.

"Yes, if I get out of here alive, I won't go back again. Doesn't Ling Zhangmen want me to die? Isn't he afraid that I will disturb the balance of power of the sect? Why do I have to kill myself!"

"I'm his daughter. Aren't you afraid I'll tell him? You should know that he seems amiable, but in fact he is by no means a broad-minded master, especially for a 'cultivation genius' like you. If he can't get your loyalty, he would rather destroy it!" Hongxiu narrowed her eyes and said viciously.

Wang Fan's heart beat suddenly, but he turned to laugh: "I believe that Ling Yuntian is such a person, but I don't believe that you are also such a person." Then he said with certainty, "You won't tell him, never!"

Hongxiu seemed to be relieved and curled up her hair: "Are you so sure?"

"Of course, you call him Ling Yuntian. I should have heard it correctly!"

From the beginning, he noticed this detail and guessed the relationship between Hongxiu and Ling Yuntian. Even if they were not disgusted with each other, it was full of discord. Moreover, he thought of this task and used them as bait to attract the attention of the special envoy of Taiyimen. There was a young master in the Star Hall and a Jindan monk in Feiyumen. How could Ling Xiaoge have no high-level blood relatives? At this time, he suddenly understood that the man was obviously Hongxiu, "The illegitimate daughter of the head is really enough."

So he concluded that Hongxiu would not have feelings for this father, let alone inform him.

In fact, even if his judgment is wrong, he is not worried, because he has secretly prepared the magic mirror.

After being attacked by the old ginseng, his body changed a lot. Even if he has wiped out the old ginseng gen and controls all parts of his body, he still feels that some places are not his own. He knows that those places are the areas where the essence of ginseng is greatly integrated. Only after a long period of retreat can he really make it Master, but at this time, he is at a critical moment of running for his life. He has no intention to completely absorb the essence of ginseng, so he can only let it go first.

Nevertheless, the benefits he gained are still huge.

First of all, the divine consciousness has increased multiple, which makes his cultivation more sensitive although although his cultivation has not increased significantly, so he is clear about every trace of movement of red sleeves, and another advantage of the increase in divine consciousness is that he can vaguely call the magic mirror, at least without taking so much effort to forcibly pull it out with spiritual power. "Is this the difference between the blood deed and the divine deed?" He felt that he had a clue.

In addition, while he wiped out the original spirit of the old ginseng, there were inexplicably more strange decisions in his mind. At first, he was anxious to escape and didn't have time to think about it. At this time, after thinking about it carefully, he found that there were two secrets: escape and entanglement.

It can be seen from the name that the art of escape is the spell of walking in the land, just like flying in the air.

But what needs to be explained is that in fact, for monks, no matter what kind of spiritual root is, even if it is a pure earth spiritual root, it has cultivated a very pure earth spiritual power. When choosing the mode of travel, they will also choose imperial air flight. One imperial air flight is the dream of every monk, and no one wants to drill underground if they have nothing to do; the other is earth. Earth and earth spiritual power are not the same thing, just as water and water spiritual power are completely different.

Therefore, as a very precious spell, escape is still more eye-catching, and because it is very difficult to practice, with the decrease in the number of practitioners, it has been lost as early as more than 100,000 years ago. What people know now is only the remnants unearthed from the monk's grave, which further increases its preciousness. Degree.

And what he knows about the escape technique from the old ginseng is also different from that practiced by the monks. The escape technique of the old ginseng is a talent and a natural power. It is not learned from where, just like the mouse's son can make a hole, but if you ask it the secret of hole, it will definitely meditate for a long time and can't say why.

As for the entangling technique, he has seen Lao Shen exert it. It is so powerful that he can't resist, which is also a rare secret skill.

With this series of self-defense secrets and killer maces, he is naturally not afraid of red sleeves turning his face and ruthlessly, and now the two are quite dependent on each other. No matter who they are, they will not do it easily.

"You listened carefully." Hongxiu smiled relaxedly: "Ling Yuntian and I are just a father and daughter by blood. In fact, he doesn't like me, and I don't like him. When he saw that my qualifications were superior, he forcibly took me into Lingxiao Pavilion. But when I had the opportunity to return to my hometown, it was already different. How to say, I hate him and grateful. He hated him for separating me from my mother, and thanked him for taking me on a fantastic and colorful life path.

When she said this, Wang Fan was really relaxed and happy. She secretly said that she even said such a secret thing, and now she finally won't suffer a loss.

Hongxiu didn't know that he had such an unbearable idea, but still said, "In fact, it's a good thing to leave the sect. If you still stay there, even if Ling Yuntian doesn't deal with you, other elders from the inner door will not let you go. Do you know Chen Lin?"

"Chen Lin?" Wang Fan was stunned and thought about it carefully for a moment, but he had no clue. He had to shake his head and deny it and said, "It seems that I have heard the name a long time ago, but it has been so long that I almost forgot it."

"It doesn't matter if you can't remember it." Hongxiu was not surprised at all: "Maybe he didn't want you to remember that your dragon-killing blade should be given by him, right?"

"Cut the dragon blade?" Wang Fan's heart beat and he was shocked.