Chapter 23 Killing Training 2

The first ray of sunlight in the early morning sprinkled on the ** person's face through the window. Tong Lingruo's eyelashes trembled slightly, slowly opened his eyes, and the next second he covered his eyes with the back of his hand.

She fought all night in the dark room with only candles, so that she was not used to the light given by the sun and gently covered her eyes. She couldn't remember how she came back. All the memories in my mind, in addition to swinging a sword, still swinging a sword. After that, I didn't know anything...

"Wake up?" The Tibetan swimist who had just entered the house looked at ** and asked softly.

"Well, Master, how long have I slept?"

"One day and one night." Zangyou walked to the bed and handed her the white paper rolled up in his hand: "Take a break during this period and practice your handwriting. Just practice this word."

Tong Lingruo supported his body with his elbow, took it with both hands, and nodded to him: "Yes, Master."

Zang You glanced at her, turned to the coffee table and filled her with water. "I have asked someone to cook light food for you, and I will bring it to you later." With that, he handed the water to her mouth: "When you practice your handwriting, we have to go back to the underground dark room again."

After taking the water handed by the demon master, Tong Lingruo buried her head in a sip. As soon as she woke up, her mouth was dry. Now she took a mouthful of water and felt very sweet and refreshing. "Do you want to do it again?"

"No need." Zang You waited for her to finish drinking the water in the cup and took it over: "This time you have something else to do."

After drinking the water, Tong Lingruo felt very tired. She lay down again and said, "The apprentice will take good care of himself as soon as possible."

The teacup was buckled on the table, and Zangyou turned around and slightly corrected: "It's mainly words."

He was stunned for a moment. Tong Lingruo closed his eyes and bent the corners of his mouth slightly: "Yes, Master." After that, there was a long silence. Tong Lingruo could no longer say happy or sad, and there was no curiosity about future training. Whatever it is, it will come. And all she has to do is to work hard.

Try your best to change yourself.

Change that timid, kind and sentimental self.

The sun rises and sets, and the stars and moon shift. This is already the seventh day.

Tong Lingruo stood in the room, and there were many pieces of white paper on the table, but he could not write words that could satisfy the master. The words given to her by the master that day were exactly what the master had practiced by himself. Although Tong Lingruo didn't know why the master asked her to practice, what else could she do but do what the master told her to do?

"I am scattered to the west of the pavilion, and I often hate floating..." Tong Lingruo held a brush in his hand, and his eyes were not focused. The words are very beautiful, but she finds that she can't write the artistic conception of the words. Just as she was still in a daze, she came in and saw that she didn't say much, but went straight to the desk.

He picked up a thick roll of white paper on the table and roughly turned over: "Did you practice these all this morning?"

"Yes." Tong Lingruo put down his brush and seemed to be waiting to listen to the master's opinion.

"Didn't you understand the meaning of the word?" Zang You put down the white paper, looked at Tong Lingruo's eyes, and asked.

The meaning of the word... is not difficult to understand... "I..." Tong Lingruo stopped when he wanted to speak.

"It was my negligence." Zang You suddenly interrupted her and said, "Everyone can understand the superficial meaning of the word. The point is the soul."

"soul?" Tong Lingruo asked, and she was still full of doubts about the master asking her to practice calligraphy: "Why must I practice it well?" As an apprentice of the Demon Lord, doesn't she just need to practice killing?

The demon did not answer, but walked to her and picked up the brush she had just used. With his left hand, he gently spread out a piece of white paper, and the brush stroked leisurely, and saw three words presented on the white paper very handsomely--

"Lin...Jiang...Xian?" Tong Lingruo muttered.

"How can the person who wants to be his wife not come into his heart?" Mo Zun put down his brush, turned around and walked out: "Have a good experience. This word was written by Linjiang Xian."

His eyes were stunned. Tong Lingruo slowly lowered his eyelids and whispered, "Yes, Master."

*

Linjiang Xian walked all the way to the empty mountain. It could have been used to fly, but I'm afraid it was too conspicuous in the sky, so that some people would know that he had something important to find the old seniors of Sanyouxian.

It's just that the "some people" he felt in his heart have quietly followed him.

Garo was afraid that he would find out and deliberately kept a very long distance. Obviously, it was a tracking behavior, but he was leisurely like playing in the mountains and rivers.

How strange is the scene of riding a small donkey that he didn't know where he snatched from, with a dog's tail grass in his mouth, and a big red coat covering the little donkey. He didn't care about the eyes of pedestrians along the way. His black boots wobbed and kept a good distance from Linjiang Xian without delay.

The two people were walking on their own across a long distance, but suddenly stopped at the same time.

Linjiang Xian, who was walking in the mountains, suddenly turned his head and there was nothing behind him. His expression slowly became serious.

Gallo, who was far away from him, also stopped the donkey. He looked at the empty mountain forest in front of him and sighed in his heart: Hey... it was found...

Sure enough, he is too eye-catching...

The wind blows gently, blowing and looking at the mountains and forests with only Gallo...

...It's really too eye-catching.

*

It is scattered to the west of the pavilion, and it often hates to float.

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.

With the last period, Tong Lingruo put down his brush, picked up the white paper that had just written the words, and walked slowly around the table in the room. While looking, reading and thinking. She never stopped walking, and the thoughts in her mind never stopped. But she can only see the voices of tourists now.

"Otherwise... go and ask the master?" She stopped, thought for a moment, and shook her head to veto: "Let's watch it for a while."

I don't know when he stood outside the door and saw the scene in the room. The corners of his lips gently raised and soon fell down - I thought Ruo'er would experience it. After all, she and Linjiang Xian were lovers in their previous lives, but it's a pity...

"There are some things, I'd better tell Ruo'er." Zang You walked into the room, interrupted the person who was thinking hard, and said, "I think if you tell Ruoer something about the past of Linjiang Xian, Ruo'er may understand."

"Master." Tong Lingruo saluted him.

"Linjiang Xian, the first magic doctor of Cang Wu Continent, has entered the immortal way from humanity and is respected by the world of Cang Wu Continent. However, many people don't know that he was from the Mu family..."

His name is Mu Xiangzhu.

I am nine years old.

His father is a senior exorcist of the Mu family, and so is his mother.

Until one day, his father was framed as a demon spy. The head of the Mu family listened to the traitor and ordered their family to betray the master. His father resisted dozens of Mu family masters for him and his mother, and his mother ran desperately to the unknown front with him.

Finally reached the end.

What was waiting for them was the abyss. The people of the Mu family quickly caught up with him, and his mother said to him with tears in her eyes, "Son, your father is a great hero." His mother pulled out the sword around his waist and rushed forward to fight with them. The young Mu Xiangzhu stood aside and could only watch his mother being injured by the sword and stabbed by the same door.

The sky was full of flying sand. He stared at his besieged mother, and his heart became cold little by little.

The mother finally fell down. She spit out blood and pleaded with her brothers and sisters who grew up together in her last breath to leave a way to live for the child.

No one could answer her. She propped up and came to Mu Xiangzhu's side. "Good boy, you have to live well..." There was no strength to fall down. Mu Xiangzhu knelt on the ground, barely raised his mother's head and neck, and put it in his arms.

Father and mother were killed by them! Mu Xiangzhu's heart was trembling fiercely, and he didn't want it! He won't stay here anymore! He doesn't want to be a member of the Mu family!

The sun is like blood.

He glared at everyone present and finally turned around and jumped off the cliff without hesitation.

......

"He was only nine years old. When he appeared in front of the crowd again, he was already the high priest of the Dong'e sect. Over the years. Who will know what has happened?"

There is actually such a story... Tong Lingruo sighed softly: "From a nine-year-old orphan, to the high priest of Dong'e, to Cang Wu's first magic doctor, and finally practicing to become an immortal..." It's really incredible...

"It's a rare talent." The Tibetan tour also praised him. Not a few people could survive the hard work during this period.

Tong Lingruo opened the white paper in her hand again and savored it carefully. When she looked at it with emotion, she found that she seemed to be able to feel its soul.

"Loneliness, bitterness, hazyness, stubbornness... are all combined... It's not just the self-pity of Tianya people..." All the ups and downs are that he came step by step, and a strange feeling suddenly rose in Tong Lingruo's heart - a little pain?

"Write it again." Seeing that the disciple really felt his feelings, he ordered that he believed that he would pass this time.

Tong Lingruo nodded, walked slowly back to the table, and put on the undyed white paper again. The brush described it in detail: "I scattered away from the west of the pavilion, and I often hate floating..."

Zangyou stood beside her and watched her complete the words word word by word. Her eyes were like the desert in the dark night, lonely and depressed.

"Not bad." When Tong Lingruo drew the last stroke, he praised lightly.

Tong Lingruo was greatly relieved to hear the affirmation of his master. You know, this word, which was written for seven days and seven nights, has finally been affirmed. I think so too." She looked at it again, and there was a faint beauty in Qingyi, and the feelings between the lines were restrained but strong, which was really suitable for expressing this word.

"However, Linjiang Xian is also quite bold. He dares to write his heart in words and spread it out to the public." The more people stand on high, the more people should not be able to figure it out to benefit themselves, right? For example, Master, such as the demon king she has never seen before, and the legendary Ye Langjun.

"The whole world is nothing, and no more than three people can understand it." Zang You turned around and reminded Tong Lingruo that she had not understood it for seven days.

"If you say so..." Tong Lingruo said boldly again, "Master and the other two people who can guess should be friends?"

Zangyou stood quietly by the window. He looked at the scenery outside, and no one could understand what he was thinking. If they are all in the same position, it's okay."

It's a pity that the three of them have different positions and are destined not to be friends.

It proves that life is alive, and it is difficult to find a confidant. Especially standing at the highest peak and enjoying the small mountains.

"Have a good rest tonight. Tomorrow, we will go to the underground secret room again." After lobbying, he turned around and left the room.

Tong Lingruo walked to the door and looked at the back of the master's departure, with a faint sadness in his eyes - I don't know what it will be to welcome her tomorrow...