In the previous conversation between the two of them, Qingyun learned that he had already stepped into the door of the world of cultivation. The reason was the result of the fusion of this mysterious true spirit with his soul.
He could truly feel that the Kirin essence and blood had completely seeped into his limbs and bones from his chest, and the blood line imprinted on his eyebrows was the best proof of the fusion of soul and true spirit.
It turned out that Qingyun's soul was defective, which caused his body to be unable to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. No matter how talented he was, he was unable to do anything about it.
But the appearance of the true spirit happened to solve this problem, and brought him back to life. He was able to truly meet the legendary cultivators, and even had the opportunity to find out the truth with his own hands and kill the real murderer. How could he not be happy?
He had long imagined that a wind-controlling monk as powerful as a thunder river could easily travel across the nine continents, and that the whole world would be in awe of him. He had been fascinated by it for a long time, but now that he heard the true spirit speaking so solemnly, Qingyun could not help but frown.
All kinds of changes are really a bit difficult for him, a mid-way monk who came from Yehu Zen. Except for Yao Mengxun's brief introduction to some common sense in the world of cultivation, he knows nothing about this familiar but distinct world.
Since the Kirin essence and blood have been integrated into the body, the inexplicable throbbing and uneasiness in the blood have turned into an instinct, and there seems to be a faint feeling of being rejected by the world.
It was okay when Zhenling didn't speak. Whenever the two of them communicated, he would feel a vague uncomfortable feeling of hairiness all over his body, as if he was being targeted by a snake or scorpion.
As if he resonated with Qingyun's feeling, Zhenling spoke at the right time:
"Boy, your feelings are very sharp. If there are some, I can't say more to you now. It's not because you are weak or anything, but these words themselves involve some of the secrets and laws of the entire world. Forcibly speaking If you say anything, you will be counterattacked by the power of heaven."
"good."
Qingyun nodded and said, he is not the kind of person who likes to get to the bottom of things, not to mention he knows that the true spirit and himself are already grasshoppers in the same boat, and it has no reason to harm him. The true spirit continued:
"But don't be afraid, as long as I don't appear to control your body for a long time, everything will be fine."
Qingyun nodded in his heart when he heard the words. During the break of the real spirit, he carefully felt the changes in his body.
Since then, he has completely understood why he became so smart and sensitive after waking up. This must be the best proof that he has entered into practice.
And with the complete fusion of souls, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth pouring into his body all the time around him, suddenly gave him a feeling of relief that he had never experienced before.
Every pore on the body seemed to be breathing in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and it was as if the whole body was soaked in warm spring water. Could it be that this is how monks breathe out the spiritual energy of heaven and earth?
Qingyun silently asked himself, but this was very different from what he heard from Lei Jiang and Yao Mengxun that monks need to meditate to communicate with heaven and earth in order to absorb spiritual energy.
He had an intuition that if he meditated quietly, the speed of absorbing spiritual energy might be increased several times! It's like he has turned into a unicorn tooth!
But while he was excited, it also sounded a wake-up call for him.
Qingyun has always been thoughtful and cautious. Since Zhenling warned that his path of cultivation may be different from others, he must not let the secrets out casually. If this terrifying cultivation speed were noticed by others, God knows whether those old monsters would capture him and imprison him, or cut him into pieces for research.
There is also what the true spirit said about caring about demons.
He actually knows that his hatred is deeply rooted. If this obsession is not eradicated, he will never have a moment of peace in his life. But how easy is revenge? The plan for now is only half a step, and as for asking him to let go of his hatred, that is simply nonsense.
From this point of view, it is better to find a way to sneak into a righteous sect first to see if he can practice immortal magic. After all, based on Yan Liangshan's last words and what he knows now, the abominable murderer is most likely to come from the Three Days and Four Sects .
Although he was seriously injured once by the villains of the Immortal Sword Sect, Qingyun still wanted to see Uncle Yichen if he had the chance.
It's not that he wants to rely on the power of the Immortal Sword Sect, or that Qingyun has a good impression of his uncle whom he has never met. The key is that Yi Chen is the relative mentioned in his father's last words after all, and if he directly joins the Demon Sect, I'm afraid that he will... If his revenge is not avenged, he will be slapped with a sword by those evil-minded immortals in the middle of the journey.
Zhenling looked at Qingyun Jian's brows furrowed, looking like he was thinking hard. He thought that because of what he said, he was distracted and gave up on practice. He was deeply afraid that he wanted to find an old forest in the mountains to escape to the world, so he quickly joked:
"By the way, kid, I didn't expect you to have such a strong obsession with Yao Mengxun. When I competed with you for the priority of the soul, I already had the upper hand. Unexpectedly, because of the scarf that little girl left for you, it turned out that Your willpower suddenly increased, and you immediately suppressed me and fell into a deep sleep, and my success was about to fail."
Qingyun's heart moved when he heard this, and asked curiously:
"Why?"
"Why else? Of course you are a romantic boy! I said that you are not very young, but you have incurred a lot of debts. Young man, don't blame me for not reminding you, and that Yan Nanzhi, by the way, also There is that white fox demon, they are all waiting for you, beauty is a disaster!"
Qingyun Jun blushed and said quickly:
"What are you talking about? Nazhi, I only regard her as my sister. Besides, her life or death is uncertain, of course I have to go find her! As for Alian, she is just a fox. I can't get along with a fox!"
Zhenling laughed when he heard this and continued to joke:
"Haha, she is not an ordinary fox. She is a half-demon. One day she will turn into a human and come to you! By the way, there is also the voluptuous Xiao Luoyi just now. This woman is truly stunning in the world. Look at her. His eyes seem to be quite attracted to you, what do you think, do you want to take him home as your wife?"
Hearing this, Qingyun almost cursed and spat:
"Bah, who are you talking about? It has to be that thief woman? It doesn't matter how beautiful she is, she is just a little taller. Look at how ruthless she is. She must be the murderous female devil! Let me Marry her unless I die!”
This bit of teasing made Qingyun's heavy mind suddenly lighten up a lot, and he couldn't help but ask again:
"By the way, you have always claimed to be a true spirit. What exactly is a true spirit?"
After listening to Qingyun's news, the voice became obviously silent and suddenly became less interested.
Although their souls are now integrated into one, Qingyun does not fully know what it is thinking, and has no memory of its past. However, he could still feel the deep-seated loneliness and melancholy that was coloring his emotions like thick ink. Qingyun said apologetically:
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked. I just want to know your name, otherwise I wouldn't know how to call you. I can't just call you you, you, you, right?"
It seemed as if the fog had been lifted from the memories of millions of years ago, and the course was turned around. Although the voice of the true spirit was calm, the calmness was full of turbulent undercurrents, surging like a whirlpool:
"Actually, you can guess it without me telling you, right?"
Qingyun's eyes suddenly condensed when he heard this. Naturally, he had already vaguely guessed the identity of this true spirit. However, after some things were confirmed, people would fall into an inexplicable silence.
This kind of speechlessness is a kind of instinctive self-denial in people's search for the truth. On a deeper level, it is a manifestation of lack of confidence, or fear of the unknown.
Seeing that Qingyun didn't reply, Zhenling said to himself:
"Some things you know too early will greatly hinder your own development. Even once you know it, the sky will kill you. Do you believe it? Because this is the rule, the law of heaven!"
Zhenling was a little sarcastic and bitter, and then said:
"The so-called true spirit is difficult to explain. Just imagine it as a race with only one person. Only when I die will the next unicorn be born, so I will not have descendants. I am born and raised by nature. Maybe this is also The will of heaven and earth restricts us, and our clan has always been arrogant, so most likely no one will leave any mixed-race legacy."
"alone."
Qingyun said silently, and the real spirit smiled indifferently and said:
"Haha, before the last era, I was one of the overlords of heaven and earth. I was defeated and died in the final battle with another overlord at that time, Tianlong, who was also my biggest enemy in life. A drop of my blood essence was stored in my body due to the battle at that time. And in a broken tooth, there is a little bit of true spirit that is immortal, and by condensing the virtual body with essence and blood, the broken tooth can be made into a treasure weapon, and the remaining soul can be used as a weapon spirit to survive.
"I see."
"Strictly speaking, I am not completely dead, so there will be no more Qilin born in the world. Of course, no true spirit will be born again in this era."
It smiled, its smile full of indescribable complexity, and continued:
"The most ridiculous thing is that the one who saved me was Tianlong, who I had been fighting with for my whole life. Because it was contaminated with the essence and blood of Tianlong, the rich power of essence and blood formed an extremely powerful seal on the broken tooth, completely suppressing my remaining power. Soul, but I have never escaped the catastrophe with this, and I have been breathing to this day. And after I escaped from the trap, that is, after killing the two young monks, the remaining fragments of their souls told me that now, not to mention Tianlong, even myself , those are all myths that have not appeared in millions of years!”
At this time, Qingyun became a listener. He didn't know what he should say or how to comfort him. He could only nod his head in agreement. He was afraid that if he said one more word, he would touch the sensitive nerves of Zhenling.
Because let alone myself, for those monks, Qilin or Tianlong are myths that they have been familiar with since childhood.
After restraining all kinds of emotions such as melancholy, loneliness, complex sighs, etc., this true spirit seemed to have become that unscrupulous, arrogant and domineering look again, and said:
"I am considered dead in the past, no, I am already dead. If I die, I will die. Now I am just a trace of my remaining soul. You can call me whatever you want. My name is just a codename anyway. Then There was no name at that time. Our existence is to uphold the destiny of heaven and earth, but if we do things that go against heaven, we will naturally not have a good end, not to mention that everyone who remembers me is dead and there is no trace left. "
