Although Qingyun snorted with hatred, he felt extremely disappointed in his heart. He didn't know how he regained his life, but the feeling of being killed once was very bad.
Now recalling Chen Ping's palm that was like the power of heaven, Qingyun still feels a dull pain in his chest and a chill down his spine even now.
He was in pain, not because of the physical torture caused by that heartbreaking palm, but because of his own sense of powerlessness and frustration.
He wants to become stronger, wants to find out the truth behind the destruction of Liangren Village, and wants to take revenge on all those who have hurt his relatives and friends, but how can he become stronger? Practice?
He heard Lei Jiang vaguely mention that he was unable to practice.
But in Qingyun's heart, the seed of hatred that he had buried deeply because of the massacre of Liangren Village and the tragic death of his father had already sprouted quietly without even realizing it.
The intertwining of hatred and humility can make a person extreme or cowardly. Fortunately, Qingyun is restrained but not introverted, and he is persistent but not stubborn.
Once he identifies his goal, he will go all the way and go on without hesitation. His strength is already so weak. If he no longer has persistence in his heart, how can he get revenge?
He just lowered his head, gritted his teeth, and silently walked towards the room carrying the basin. But when he lowered his head, the copper basin in his hand fell to the ground with a clang, and water splashed everywhere.
On the other side of the room, Wan Guliu carried the chattering Wan Congfang like a little chicken and returned to his bedroom in a flash.
He first gently put the little girl on the chair in the room, then made a silent gesture and closed the door.
Seeing that her father was so careful, Wan Congfang understood what was going on and waited for Lao Wan's next words without saying a word. After closing the door, Lao Wan turned around and said quietly to his daughter:
"Fang'er, I'm afraid this guy's origin is not simple."
When Wan Congfang heard this, she looked at her father with some suspicion. She felt that ever since she picked up this boy, her father had always been a bit nagging, so she quickly sat upright and asked in confusion:
"What's the origin, dad? Isn't he just a mortal?"
Lao Wan frowned, as if he was sorting out his thoughts, and after a while he said:
"Yesterday when he was sleeping, I checked his pulse. There was no spiritual energy fluctuation in this kid's body. There is no doubt that he is a mortal. But just now I checked his pulse again. Guess what?"
Wan Congfang asked curiously:
"What?"
"In the early stage of spiritual guidance, although he is the weakest and the weakest kind of little monk who has just started, he is actually the early stage of spiritual guidance."
Wan Congfang was a little confused, scratched his head and said:
"Dad, what on earth do you want to say? Tell me quickly. I'm so anxious!"
Lao Wan's face was filled with the words "hate iron but not steel". He didn't understand why his daughter didn't like to use her brain so much. He said angrily:
"Can't you use your brain more? No wonder you haven't broken through to the Hundred Meridians Realm yet, hey!"
Seeing that Wan Congfang seemed to be shouting again, Lao Wan quickly covered her mouth and whispered:
"Every monk, whether on weekdays, sleeping, or meditating, will have spiritual power in his body. This is also the fundamental difference between monks and mortals. But this kid was still a mortal yesterday. How could he be able to do it today after just sleeping like this? In one fell swoop, he brought the spirit into his body and stepped into the gate of immortality? Without the guidance of exercises and the assistance of seniors, could he be the legendary innate Taoist body, able to combine the body with the Tao, and the spiritual energy come naturally?"
Lao Wan's words really made Wan Congfang feel a little depressed, and her throat seemed to be blocked for a while. She didn't know if it was because of jealousy. Then Lao Wan said again:
"Don't forget my dear daughter. When dad and I found him yesterday, that place clearly had the spiritual energy fluctuations of high-level monks. Do you understand what high-level monks are? Let me tell you one more thing. He was lying there. The place, several feet around was completely burned by a stream of true energy that was as hot as fire, and not a single blade of grass grew! Even the aura of heaven and earth seemed to have been vacuumed, and he was the only one sleeping there peacefully!"
Not to mention, looking back now, Lao Wan seemed to be a little scared suddenly. Looking at his daughter's surprised look, Wan Guliu continued to whisper:
"Silly girl, you heard what I just said. He was robbed in Yaoguang City. We don't know if what he said is true, but if these words are true, then combined with his words, he can survive the high-level monks' fight unharmed. The circumstances of his survival, his origins and his intention to go to Yaoguang City are worth pondering."
It has to be said that Wanguliu's meticulous thoughts and the depth of the city cannot be underestimated.
Although Wan Congfang doesn't like to use her brain, she is not stupid either. She turned her eyes around and asked:
"Dad, are you saying that he is a master of the Immortal Sword Sect?"
Wan Guliu smiled happily when he heard his daughter's answer and said:
"It's very possible. If you think about it, he was robbed by others or by high-level monks. Things that can be favored by high-level monks must be good things, and how can someone survive under the hands of high-level monks? A mortal?"
After saying that, Lao Wan's eyes flashed, he glanced thoughtfully in the direction of the room where Qingyun lived, and said no more.
There were some things he didn't want to tell his daughter.
He was not sure about Qingyun's origin, after all, asking too detailed questions would arouse suspicion.
It is unknown whether those who wanted to kill him did it deliberately or were motivated by wealth. How could those who dared to commit murder blatantly in Yaoguang City and most likely used a teleportation array to teleport people away openly? Will it be an ordinary person?
What a rare thing is the teleportation array? The queues for casual cultivators sometimes have to wait for several months, and there are no third-rate sects.
As huge as the Immortal Sword Sect, its disciples may have some privileges if they want to use it, but they must also pay a large amount of spiritual stones to activate it. The person who can use it at will without inspection must at least be an inner disciple of the Immortal Sword Sect, right? It is very likely that they are core disciples or elders.
So no matter what the intentions of these people were, Lao Wan thought that he could never afford to offend them, but if he was asked to let go of this great opportunity to join the Immortal Sword Sect, he was a little reluctant to do so.
That was the largest sect among the thousands of sects in Yuezhou, a giant among the four sects in the Three Days! If Fang'er could get through the door, not to mention rising to prominence, she would at least be better than the declining sect in her own family.
He doesn't have to be wary of those libertines from other sects outside the town who are well-educated all day long, not to mention that there are other powerful enemies who are eyeing him. As for Fang'er's little thoughts...
Just when he was thinking about how to properly deal with Qingyun, there was a sudden sound of metal falling to the ground in the courtyard, followed by Qingyun's incredible exclamation:
"No, no! This is impossible!"
Qingyun never imagined that after escaping from death, his appearance would change. How could he not be scared to death!
Kneeling on the ground, he didn't notice at all that his robe had been soaked by the well water on the ground. He put his hands on the ground and stared at the strange face on the water with horrified eyes. Is this still me? Is this still the same Qingyun from before?
In terms of appearance, his face did change slightly at this time, but it was by no means unrecognizable. He was still as handsome and handsome as before.
But it seems that the eyebrows have become slightly thinner than before, giving people a sense of coldness and determination. It is not just the eyebrows, but also other things. In short, I can't say what has changed. If I have to say, it is the temperament. If Yao Mengxun is here Here, she will definitely be surprised.
In the past, Qingyun gave people the impression of elegance, gentleness and kindness, as gentle as a daughter, like a talented man who spends all his time in the world, writing lyrics and composing music for beauties.
Now Di Qingyun is still elegant, but there is a chill and coldness in this elegance, like a sword wielding the wisdom of all the bones in the world.
Of course, Qingyun doesn't have this kind of character, it's just because of his new appearance. He stared blankly at the unfamiliar yet familiar faces, and after a while he noticed something strange.
His hair actually grew several inches overnight and was almost waist-length, and even fine hair grew on his chin. This shocked him and made him dumbfounded.
After a while, Lao Wan and Xiao Wan also trotted over and saw Qingyun kneeling on the ground with soaked clothes and a look of distraught. Lao Wan thought that his old illness had relapsed, so he quickly asked:
"What's wrong, Qingyun, are you feeling unwell somewhere? Tell me quickly."
Wan Congfang also looked at Qingyun anxiously, and did not dare to step forward to help him for fear of hurting his muscles and bones.
Qingyun now felt his ears were ringing and his head was spinning. If a person's appearance changed overnight, no one would be able to bear it. He stared blankly at Wan Guliu squatting in front of him, and said blankly:
"Is there a mirror?"
Lao Wan was stunned and subconsciously continued:
"What do you want a mirror for?"
Wan Congfang, who was next to him, paid no attention to it and ran back to his room. He took out the bronze mirror commonly used for dressing at his daughter's house and carefully handed it to Qingyun.
Qingyun took the bronze mirror, rubbed his eyes hard again, looked at himself in the mirror carefully, sometimes pinched his mouth, sometimes patted his cheeks, after a long while, he took a deep breath.
He asked Lao Wan innocently:
"Uncle Wan, what do you think of my appearance now?"
Lao Wan was startled again and replied casually:
"Ah? He's quite handsome!"
Hearing Lao Wan's answer, Qingyun plopped down on the ground, shaking his head and smiling bitterly.
Yes, the father and daughter had only met him for the first day, so how could they know what he looked like before?
It's good now, not only is there nothing left in his body, but his appearance has also changed, as if he has become a completely different person, and his past self has been removed from the world.
When Lao Wan saw Qingyun looking like he was hanging himself, Lao Wan couldn't help but ask again:
"What's wrong with you, Qingyun? If you feel uncomfortable, please tell me!"
In fact, what he wanted to ask was:
"You didn't fall on your head yesterday, did you?"
Gradually, Qingyun finally recovered from his absence. A closer look revealed that although his appearance had changed a little, there was no fundamental change. Only some details such as his eyebrows were different from before.
Fortunately, he has not become ugly. On the contrary, he is much tougher than before, and he has more masculinity that a man should have. In addition to losing weight, at least he is not always said to look like a little girl.
