Chapter 21 Linjiang Xian

There is a white figure standing on the deepest rooftop of the Dong'e School. He put his hands behind his back and looked at the distant sky. Although he was surrounded by the bleakness of late autumn, he made the whole dark world light up.

I only saw the back, and Mu Qing's admiration came to life.

seemed to feel someone coming. He turned around with a smile on his face, but the smile did not enter his eyes. Did you bring the token?

"The High Priest!" Mu Qing lowered his head and hugged his fist and said, "I'm a disciple of the Mu family. This time, I was ordered by Mu Xiangyun, the master, to invite the high priest to Jin'an Mu's house. I'm afraid my life will be saved in a second!"

Mu family... A contemplative expression appeared on Linjiang Xian's face. Mu Qing saw it, quickly took out the token from his arms and carefully handed it over. Linjiang Xian took over the token, and the meditation in his eyes was heavier. After a long time, he smiled and said, "Okay, I'll go with you."

Hearing the affirmative reply, Mu Qing's expression was greatly relaxed. He took a deep breath. Originally, he was really afraid that the high priest of Linjiangxian would not give face.

As soon as they said they would leave, neither of them did delay any longer and turned around and walked out.

*

The autumn afternoon is full of dark clouds, leaving the sky and the earth without a trace of sunshine. Mo Zun stood in front of the desk, holding a brush and quietly practicing handwriting. A muffled thunder sounded in the air. A cold wind broke through the window and entered, rolled up the white paper on the desk and blew it to the ground.

Tong Lingruo came from a distance with a light blue umbrella. When he walked to the door, he closed the umbrella, shook the water stains on it, and put it next to the door. As soon as she entered the door, she saw white paper all over the ground. She did not make a sound and just bent down to sort out the paper on the ground. Mo Zangyou seemed to have not seen her come in. He still practiced the calligraphy by himself. Tong Lingruo folded the white paper neatly, got up and put it on his left hand side and pressed it with a pen.

The thunder was louder. Tong Lingruo looked out of the window, afraid it would rain heavily. So he went to the window and closed the window. I haven't seen such heavy rain for a long time.

"Oh?" Zang You unexpectedly received a sentence, as if he wanted to hear her afterword.

"The place where I live rarely rains. I remember the last time I saw it was when I was ten years old. My stepmother took my sister and me to incense. On the way back, it rained heavily." Tong Lingruo lit the candle as she spoke, then stood in front of the desk, picked up the inkstone on the table and gently put it in the ink plate.

"At that time, when I saw that there was no one on the street, I suddenly felt that the world was so quiet. That feeling was super comfortable." With that, he raised his eyes and hid. His face was cast a layer of fire by the candlelight, and his thin eyebrows were also stained with a little orange.

Finally finished the last word, Zang You put down his brush and said, "I also like rain." After saying that, he closed his eyes.

Tong Lingruo still held the inkstone in her right hand. After she saw the master's movements, she also closed her eyes. For a while, there was only the sound of rain left in the world, and no noise could be heard.

I really like this quiet... Tong Lingruo is fascinated by it. It turns out that Master also likes rainy days like himself.

Zangyou slowly opened his eyes and saw Tong Lingruo still listening to the rain outside the window with his eyes closed. His calm eyes did not change. He looked down at the calligraphy he wrote--

is scattered from the west of the pavilion, floating and often hates floating.

The smoke is getting heavier and heavier.

Light clouds and lonely geese are far away, and the cold sun is red.

Where is the boat painting tonight? The tide is flat and the moon is hazy.

The wine wakes up Jingnai Chao Nong.

The remnant lamp is a lonely pillow dream, and the light wave is five times more wind.

"Hand." Looking up again, Zang You wanted to see how Tong Lingruo's internal practice was going. Tong Lingruo slowly opened his eyes, put down the inkstone in his hand, and stretched out his hand.

The three fingers of Tibetan swimming were gently put on her wrist and felt an airflow swimming in her body. He looked at Tong Lingruo: "That's good." It has reached the third floor. In less than a month since I came back, I have made great progress.

"Thank you for your praise." Tong Lingruo withdrew his right hand and lowered his eyes.

"Do you know the first magic doctor of Cang Wu Continent?" You walked around the desk to the coffee table, opened a cup and picked up the teapot to fill it.

"I know." Tong Lingruo turned around and looked towards Tibet. The chief priest of the Dong'e faction is amazing, and no one in the whole world will know.

"Would you like to marry him?" Zangyou blew a breath into the cup, turned his head slightly, and looked at Tong Lingruo's eyes.

Open, joke... "Master? ......”

"Hmm?" Without a response, Zang You asked again.

"He... he can't. He will like me." Tong Lingruo sighed. How could a legendary immortal like the high priest like her, the daughter of the devil?

"There is no man who can't be seduced, only women who can't be seduced." Zangyou picked up another teacup on the table, filled it, turned to Tong Lingruo, and handed the cup over: "Ruoer, this is your value."

The value of chess pieces. Tong Lingruo took the teacup handed over by his master and smiled bitterly in his heart. Less than a month after the last time she killed her stepmother in public, her heart completely calmed down. Scold her. Blame her. She is cowardly and wants to live. She knew that she had no choice from now on. She had to do what the master asked her to do. Who made her greedy for the world and dared not die.

No, she has died, but she fell into the magic road after she died. She lowered her head and took a sip of tea. Tong Lingruo buried all her fears in her heart. As long as the master didn't let her die, she didn't even have the right to die.

"Will he... hinder the master?"

"Well, I will."

"So...if I kill him, won't it be fine?" Why do you have to marry him?

"I don't want him to die." Zang You patiently explained, "I want him to lose his reputation and fall from the fairy road to the devil's road." After taking the woman in the demon world, what face does he have in the fairy world?

So it's like this... It's the use of emotions... Tong Lingruo took another sip of tea, and his tone was full of helplessness: "Master, you think too much about me." Will Lord Linjiang love a woman like her?

"People have seven emotions and six desires." The demon turned around and walked slowly towards the door.

"Do you have master?" Tong Lingruo asked without thinking about it.

"Should I have it?" The demon master turned his head slightly and looked at the doorbar.

"I... I don't know..." Tong Lingruo suddenly felt embarrassed. She lowered her head and drank tea again and buried her face between her hands.

"This kind of thing..." Zang You looked outside the door where the rain had not weakened at all and said lightly, "Everything is there."

"Isn't that... Master... also be seduced by some skillful woman?" After asking, Tong Lingruo immediately wanted to bite off her tongue - how could she ask this question! - However, there was a clear voice in her heart to tell her that she wanted to know!

Tibe is still looking at the rainstorm outside the door, with no emotion in his eyes. Just when Tong Lingruo, who had been waiting for a long time, thought that he would not answer this question, he suddenly said, "Maybe."

There was a thunderstorm in the sky, lightning staggered, and the dark light shone into the depths of the pupils of the Tibetan tour. It was almost time. He turned to look at Tong Lingruo and said, "Tomorrow, I will take you to a place."

A dungeon full of rotten meat in the air.

*

Linjiang Xian sat by the bed and quietly felt the pulse of the meat with his fingers. His originally closed eyes suddenly opened, and he suddenly looked at the meat--

Such a pulse... He gradually tightened his pupil - shield!

However, I don't know which character of the night clan this little teenager who enters the "shield" state will be. His thoughts kept changing when sitting in **. Several people in the night clan are quite good. Of course, the most well-known thing is Ye Langjun - that guy has always seen the dragon. He can't conclude that he has entered the state of "shield" because he hasn't heard from him for a long time.

At this time, the meat has been burning for several days and nights in a row, and the whole body is frighteningly hot. If ordinary people had burned like this, I'm afraid they would have died long ago. Linjiangxian stood up and went to the table to write a few medicines to help him sleep, ready to give it to the Mu family.

In fact, there is no need for treatment in the case of meat. In a few days, he will enter another state. At that time, his mana will increase rapidly, but it is still far from the days when he successfully walked to the "shield". This medicine can just make him a little more comfortable.

The people of the Mu family thanked him for getting it from the pharmacy. Lin Jiangxian probably asked about the meat and didn't want to stay any longer. The first thing he has to do now is to go to Kongshan to find the wandering immortals and discuss this matter with him.

If this person is known by the demon world, the consequences will be unimaginable.

Mu Xiangyun stood aside and saw Linjiang Xian who was about to walk out of the gate. Finally, he couldn't help calling: "The High Priest..."

Lin Jiangxian stopped, but did not look back.

"You...I..." Mu Xiangyun seemed to want to say something to him, but he couldn't say anything else.

"Oh." Linjiang Xian suddenly smiled and did not stop. The white clothes floated away, drawing everyone's sight.

"From now on, everything in the Mu family has nothing to do with me."

The blood stained the sunset in the sky. The teenager stared at every person blocked in front of him fiercely, and a tear cut out of his eyes and fell to the ground, fragmented.

"I hate you." After saying this, he hugged his dying mother in his arms and turned around and jumped into the abyss.

The roaring wind cut through his delicate skin. He said to himself that from today on, you will no longer be a member of the Mu family - even if you die, don't be a member of the Mu family.

More than a dozen ghost exorcists on the edge of the cliff also looked at the scene in front of them. Mu Xiangyun, who was only 6 years old, stood in the crowd, with a shocked look on his young face. He looked at the empty cliff top in a daze, and there was only one voice in his heart that kept echoing--

Brother Xiangzhu...