Chapter 169 Decision

Gong Yunxiu raised her wrist, and countless substantial lines appeared between her fingers. With her enchanting dance, she disappeared into the boulder layer by layer.

Because she moved too fast, her body has blurred into a faint virtual shadow and surrounded the boulder, pulling out a circle of vague remnants around the boulder in an instant. It is faintly visible that the hazy figure is shaking in it, but it is difficult to see it. After a short breath, her figure condensed back into a clear image and strode back. Behind her, more than a dozen statues with different postures are slowly dissipating.

When she came to Yue Ling, a cold wind blew, swinging pieces of beautiful peach petals. The little girl suddenly opened her eyes and saw Gong Yunxiu's smiling face. After that, the towering boulder in the distance raised pink and white dust in the wind, circle after circle, and scattered. Within a few seconds of her gaze, the huge stone a few meters high was blown away by the breeze and turned into a large area of scattered powder. When the wind stopped, the ground was covered with a layer of white powder, and the boulders had completely disappeared in place, leaving only a flat land.

Under Yue Ling's tongue-tied eyes, Gong Yunxiu's hand gently brushed his sleeve and said slowly, "It is a beautiful martial art skill, as soft as water, killing silently, leaving no trace. Outside, there is the dance posture of the immortals, and inside there is the power of Rasha. For us women, there are no more unique skills than this. Linger, what do you think?

"I..." Yue Ling's face showed a struggling look. She looked at Qin Yan and then at Gong Yunxiu, until her eyes fell on the plain hand that brushed her sleeves. That is the most beautiful hand she has ever seen, with a perfect line outline, slender and tender, with a faint white halo, and even the texture at the joints is beautiful, just like a jade carving. The little girl lowered her head and quietly glanced at her dirty little hand. Finally, she made up her mind and raised her head and said firmly, "I want to learn Sister Gong's unique skills!"

The corners of Gong Yunxiu's mouth are slightly bent, and the smile on his face is like the beginning of spring flowers. She took Yue Ling's little hand and smiled, "Linger, you will not regret this choice when you recall today in the future."

Qin Yan held the corners of his mouth when he heard the words, showing a disdainful sneer. However, after hearing Yue Ling make this decision, he felt a sigh of relief in his heart. No matter how deep this emotion is hidden, it can't hide it from his own soul. At this moment, a deep confusion flashed in his eyes.

Why do I have such a despicable idea... Mr. and Mrs. Yue are kind to me. How can I regard Linger as... a burden? Am I really a ruthless person? In the final analysis, this pretentiousness is just to find an excuse. I can't wait to get rid of this burden and practice at ease to pursue my so-called way...

My real soul is so selfish and shameless... Haha, it seems that I am not wronged to carry the name of this great disciple of the devil!

"Linger, congratulations, you have found a good master!" Qin Yan bent down and touched the little girl's head. The corners of his lips were wider, and his difficult smile was full of irony, but it was aimed at himself.

Look! What's on your mind and what's coming out of your mouth? Isn't that complex called "righteousness" exactly what you have identified? If it weren't for accidental repentance, I'm afraid you would even deceive yourself! Haha, the so-called hypocrites in the world are much stronger than you!

However, no matter what, you should at least have the courage to look directly at yourself.

He was fascinated and suddenly heard Yue Ling's delicate voice sound softly: "Brother, why are you sad? Are you angry with the creatures?"

Qin Yan was stunned and immediately smiled and said, "How can it be? I'm happy for you! In the future, you should practice well and listen to Sister Gong. Your brother will come to see you.

He reached out and touched Yue Ling's cheek, gently brushed it, and stared at the little girl's young face. The sense of guilt in his heart became heavier and heavier.

"I'll go first." He slowly put down his hand, looked up at Gong Yunxiu and said, "Sister Gong, please take good care of her."

Gong Yunxiu met his eyes, with a complex look in his eyes, and nodded silently.

"Well, goodbye." After saying goodbye, he turned around and strode away.

It's time to practice swordsmanship.

Since you have recovered a little spiritual power, you should seize the time to restore the cultivation of imperial art to a perfect state, and then take advantage of your feelings of several battles at the foot of the mountain to break through the seventh level in one fell swoop!

It is impeccable. It is said that if you reach your level, you can enter the threshold of the master level. What would it feel like? I'm really looking forward to it!

Having this, Qin Yan's heart was full of excitement, and the gray depression in his chest swept away. He couldn't help speeding up his pace, drifting across the mountain path like a wisp of smoke, and plunged into the cave.

The cold stone room still retains the lingering fragrance brought by Song Qingsha in the morning, which wraps around the tip of the nose and gradually penetrates into the throat and sinks into the body. The fragrance is mixed with a little aphrodisiac, which brings a little disturbance to meditation. However, as long as it is not the extreme environment of Wusheng Pavilion, for Qin Yan, the obstruction of this aphrodisiac fragrance is not even troublesome. As soon as he closed his eyes, he left only a wisp of consciousness to monitor the outside world, and other thoughts quickly sank, reflecting the situation of the meridians in his body clearly.

He controlled the spiritual power in the body with his divine consciousness, carefully avoided the marks on the heart, passed through the eight orifices, flowed through the limbs and bones, infiltrated through the spiritual platform, and cycled endlessly.

Although this spiritual power is only as small as a stream for the time being, and you can see the bottom at a glance, it is also as pure and clear as a stream without any impurities. This is the real power that belongs to himself. Every wisp of spiritual power marks his soul on the spiritual platform and is completely controlled by him. Watching this small stream gradually grow, the faint joy is the root of his persistence in self-effort.

Just silently repeating the cycle of week after week, and time flows gently beside itself. After all, the imperial art is not as good as Han Xuegong, and the recovery speed is much slower. After about half a day, his spiritual power only increased a little, but he gradually felt a little tired.

In terms, since returning to the magic door, he has involuntarily experienced a series of thrilling struggles and has not had a good sleep. Now I can finally relax a little and return to the right path of cultivation. Maybe I should sleep peacefully for a night, which is a compensation for my tragic fate!

Thinking of this, he got up, cleaned up a little, changed his clothes, and lay back on the stone**. Once completely relaxed, I felt that my eyelids were heavy and could no longer support them, so I closed my eyes and fell asleep.