"What's the explanation?"
After hearing this, Qingyun asked in confusion.
"The so-called Qilin tooth, as the name suggests, comes from Qilin, one of the overlords of heaven and earth in the last era. It was transformed from his teeth, and the Qilin tooth instinctively inherited its ability to eat everything. Of course, after tens of millions of years, it It is no longer possible to have the ability of Kirin in its heyday, it is equivalent to a magic weapon that filters out impurities."
The voice seemed a little reluctant to mention this past event, but after a pause, it finally confided:
"I am an ancient true spirit, but I am not comparable to those garbage weapon spirits. So as long as they don't want to, they can't forcefully recognize me as their master, and they don't have the ability to conclude a contract with me. On the contrary, as long as I am willing, anyone can borrow it from me. Strength improves cultivation."
When talking about Qilin, one of the overlords of heaven and earth, the voice of the true spirit was obviously delayed for a moment, and then it sneered again, as if mocking those who had obtained Qilin teeth in the past, and said:
"As for what you said about confusing people's hearts? Haha, if you think about it carefully, in these eternity, not only the so-called benevolent people have obtained the Qilin Tooth, right? And among those sanctimonious hypocrites, there is no guarantee that not one or two have practiced the so-called Evil skills, right?"
Speaking of this, it was obviously scornful of some people and said:
"In fact, many of them just feel that they no longer need to pretend after getting the Kirin Teeth. You know, the taste of taking away a person's Taoist foundation and then refining it through the Kirin Teeth is something that no one can stand if they have tasted it once. Some people don’t even want their wives, hehehe.”
Hearing this, Qingyun was speechless, but also somewhat enlightened.
Because the communication was through consciousness, he didn't know what the real spirit in his mind looked like, but he could still feel its contempt and ridicule, and he couldn't help but say:
"I see, it's really unfair that you took the blame for someone else!"
The old voice smiled frivolously, which made Qingyun feel very discordant:
"Haha, it doesn't matter. It's been so many years and I've long been used to it. Strictly speaking, those who have used Qilin Teeth are like eating my excrement. Although the spiritual energy I will excrete has become pure I have learned a lot of pure things, but they have been absorbed and digested by me. Thinking about it makes me happy, including you! Hahaha."
Qingyun was so angry at this guy's words that he almost staggered. Even though he felt disgusted, he really couldn't refute it. He had eaten everything, so what else could he do?
However, although he didn't know how to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth fed back by Qilin's teeth, nor did he know how other monks used it, he still felt his stomach churn when he thought of the word excrement, so he quickly interrupted. Open the topic and ask:
"Let's not talk about this anymore. By the way, how did you get into my body? I remember you just said a little blood essence or something."
"It's not your father's fault. In order to seal the spiritual pressure of Qilin Ya, Yi Qing sealed it with the resin of the old tree demon and used his own Yuanling True Fire to sacrifice it. Qilin Ya has gone through countless Years of wind and rain have made it no longer as hard and sharp as it used to be. In addition, the old demon's resin has some skills. After repeated tossing, it has become really fragile. It makes me feel bad, but I..."
At this point, the voice stopped for some reason, changed the subject, and said:
"Later, you met that vicious and thin monk. Although he was only in the early stage of concentration, he was still a middle-level monk. Oh no, he should be called a high-level monk now. His palm hit your chest, and the force penetrated directly through it. Heart and lungs, it’s not uncommon to crush Qilin’s teeth.”
To Qingyun, this so-called true spirit always seemed a little weird whenever it mentioned Qilin Ya, which made him think deeply about it.
It would take a break every time it spoke, feeling as weak as a tuberculosis ghost. After a while, it continued:
"As I said just now, after the Qilin tooth was broken, the essence and blood inside dropped on your body to form the red mark, and it was through the essence and blood that I entered your body."
After a pause, Zhenling's voice suddenly turned from tired to a bit cold and ruthless, as if he was indifferent to all existence, and said with disdain and arrogance:
"To tell you the truth, when I first entered your body, I planned to seize you, and I also tried to seize you. Even just now, I was making a last ditch effort. You can hate me, but if I were you , I can only blame the ants in this vast world, and all creatures are self-deception. Just like now, I failed to merge my soul with you, and I don’t hate you."
In fact, it does not expect Qingyun to understand. If you think about it from his perspective, if you were asked to understand the murderer who tried to kill you, I believe no one would do so.
However, surprisingly, Qingyun did not criticize his actions, but said with some understanding:
"I can understand, I understand the desire to survive very well. It seems that you have been trapped in Qilin's fangs for a long time. In the years when you were by my side, I believe you also saw how I felt worse than death countless times. , I really understand that kind of persistence from death to life."
Then, he smiled lightly and said openly:
"So I don't blame you, it's just that now that we are dependent on each other, don't think about killing me in the future. You should quickly think about how to live safely!"
"Thanks…"
This time it took a long time. After a long, long time, the true spirit suddenly said "thank you" softly with gratitude, and then fell silent again.
"I will find out the truth first and take revenge, and then when I am able, I will find a way to separate our souls and find you a suitable body. As for the rest, just take it one step at a time!"
Qingyun seemed a little dejected when he heard its tone, and changed the topic. However, it never thought at this time that this young man would forgive it so magnanimously, or that it could no longer be described as forgiveness, and the four "depending on each other" This word, like a sharp sword, pierced into its heart.
It thought of the past, when it was still galloping around the world, but no living being could depend on it. There is no so-called companionship or bloodline continuation for true spirits in their form, because they are the favor of heaven and earth, and they are the only ones who dominate.
If there is a so-called dependence on each other, it must be the Tianlong who has been fighting with it for an entire era, right?
But now, where is Tianlong? I'm afraid there won't even be a handful of loess left, right?
Qingyun was not in a hurry to urge Zhen Ling. His thoughts also seemed to go back to Zeng Jin's past, to the time when his father put on that lovely pendant for him for an unknown number of times, and to the time when his mother was full of love. In the warm embrace, I returned to Liangren Village, Yiren Mountain, and those four seasons, one after another.
The Four Seasons where he woke up after only one night's sleep.
The two of them, no, both of them were silent for a long time.
I don’t know how long it took, but the seemingly weak true spirit in my mind gradually converged on its memories that had wandered through time, and continued to speak quietly:
"Most of the time I spent in Qilinya, I used deep sleep to recover and accumulate soul power in order to break through the confinement. I don't know much about the things in the world, but I still know a little about your body's condition. . Apart from the blood feud, I believe this is the biggest doubt in your life."
Zhenling sorted out her thoughts, eliminated useless memories, and then said:
"Your mother was fighting with others when she was pregnant with you. She was either plotted against or defeated, and was struck by the ice sword energy that others had successfully cultivated. No, this can no longer be called sword energy, but should be called sword energy. Ice Sword Intention, because this cold energy clearly had the power of artistic conception at that time. Presumably the person who hurt your mother was an accomplished swordsman. As for why they did it, and why your mother acted like that If you are a monk in the Wind Control Realm and a warrior in the Spirit Realm, you can only explore these things by yourself in the future."
"You're saying that my mother was injured when she was pregnant, so this damn cold has been in my body, causing me to suffer for seventeen years? There are such vicious people in the world who can kill people without a nod. ?Why did he harm our family like this?"
Qingyun's eyes flashed sharply, and he asked angrily, but Zhenling said very rationally:
"Not entirely, because your mother's fight with others when she was pregnant with Liujia disturbed the fetal energy, which caused your innate soul to be damaged, and thus you were unable to absorb spiritual energy from the world since you were born. But at most, this only makes you unable to It's just cultivation, it can't affect your life as a mortal, at most it will be short-lived."
"Then why..."
"Listen to me, the bad thing is that the cold is extremely biting, and when any female cultivator is pregnant, her internal cultivation will have no effect on the fetus in her belly. This is the law of heaven, and no one is immune, so although she It forces the coldness out of your body, but is helpless to do anything to you. This is why the coldness takes root in your heart like a tarsal maggot, killing your vitality all the time."
Qingyun has a smart mind and can make sense at a glance, saying:
"What you mean is that I can't absorb the spiritual energy, and my vitality is wasted. As a result, the cold poison attacks me at every turn, making it difficult to survive?"
Zhenling replied with some appreciation:
"You are right. The vitality of mortals can only be compensated by the spiritual energy of heaven and earth entering the body on its own, and it is impossible to recover as quickly as a monk. Moreover, spiritual power can be transported, but the spiritual energy of heaven and earth cannot be given by others, except for the limited innate in the world. Lingbao can only absorb it by itself and replenish it with elixirs, but mortals can't afford elixirs that are too overbearing."
Qingyun nodded and thought:
"It seems that the decoction my father asked me to drink is also the same. That person is really vicious. He not only harmed me, but also indirectly harmed my father and mother."
"I don't know who they had an enmity with back then, but in the vast world, the person who hurt you must have an enmity with them? Do you have an enmity with that Chen Quan'er?"
Qingyun was speechless.
