For several days, Ye Ling locked himself in the room, constantly consolidating the foundation of the first three realms, and exploring the fourth level of forging the state of mind.
According to what is said in the practice, the stronger and deeper the foundation of the fourth level of innateness is, the faster and longer the path will be in the future.
Wu Qing would knock on the door a few days ago, but after Ye Ling told him that he was thinking of ways to practice, he stopped bothering him. He just delivered the meals to the door in person every day, then turned around and left.
Then, Baili Hanran gave Wu Qing a Taoist foundation-building technique called "Qingxuan Jing". Like Ye Ling's technique, it was suitable for the cultivation of the fourth level of innateness.
Wu Qing was surprised and happy, and wanted to tell Ye Ling immediately.
"Second brother, the Sixth Prince gave me a technique. Come and take a look. We can practice together. It's better than trying to figure it out on your own." Wu Qing said excitedly at the door.
Ye Ling raised his eyebrows and wondered why this Baili Hanran was so kind to us. He lowered his status to make friends with us and gave away his skills. Could it be that he is another man like the man in white?
While thinking about it, Ye Ling got out of bed and opened the door, and saw Wu Qing with a face full of joy.
"Second brother, look, this is the technique that the Sixth Prince gave to me."
Ye Ling took a book from Wu Qing, with the words "Qingxuan Jing" written on the cover. Ye Ling opened it and read it carefully, and found that this book was very different from his own. Although this book This Qingxuan Sutra is also of the highest quality, but there is still a big gap compared to the one in my sea of consciousness.
Seeing Wu Qing's face full of smiles, Ye Lingxin said that she didn't know whether what happened to her was a blessing or a curse, and she must not drag Wu Qing into it.
Therefore, Ye Ling said: "We should thank the Sixth Prince for this, so that we can practice well and break through the fourth level of innateness as soon as possible. But we should let the elder brother take a look first, so as to know whether this sutra is suitable for our cultivation."
Wu Qing nodded and said, "That's right, let's go find Big Brother."
So, the two of them took the exercises to Xu Zheng's room, and Xu Zheng happened to be sitting in the room drinking.
"Xiao Liu gave it to me? Let me take a look. Well, this is the innate skill of the Qingxuan Sect of Taoism. It is quite good and suitable for the third child to practice. But the second child should not use this." As he said, Xu Zheng picked up from the wall. He randomly picked out a book from the bookshelf, handed it to Ye Ling and said, "Second brother, just use this to practice."
Ye Ling took it very puzzled and was about to look through it when he was interrupted by Xu Zheng: "Read it when you go back. Don't be in a hurry. If you don't have anything to do, go back first. I'm going to sleep for a while."
With that said, Xu Zheng fell on the bed, and soon he began to snore.
Ye Ling and Wu Qing smiled helplessly at each other and quietly exited the room.
As the door closed, Xu Zheng suddenly opened his eyes, sighed softly, and stared straight at the roof, not knowing what he was thinking.
Ye Ling and Wu Qing chatted casually for a few words before returning to their rooms.
Ye Ling sat on the bed and opened the book given by Xu Zheng, only to find that there was no word.
"This..." Ye Ling continued to rummage until the last page read: "Good luck and misfortune are unpredictable. There is nothing you can do, so you can take care of yourself."
Ye Ling stared at these twelve words and remained silent for a long time...
The night is getting darker, and the flying boat is still sailing forward. Yunlan Town is located to the west of the hinterland of the Daqian Dynasty, while the Imperial City is located along the eastern border. The Taizu of the Daqian Dynasty left a legacy that "the emperor guards the gate of the country, and the king dies in the country." Therefore, the imperial city was located near the border. In addition, the territory of the Daqian Dynasty was vast, so even if we traveled day and night by flying boat, it would take more than ten days to arrive.
That night, Ye Ling did not continue practicing, but walked on the deck with Wu Qing. Ye Ling knows very well that everything must be done in a balanced manner, and spiritual practice is more about chance and insight. It is not good to be too nervous and strive for success.
"Second brother, that skill is really good. I have only practiced it for a few days, and the sea of consciousness has opened up. It is probably not far from reaching the realm of consciousness." Wu Qing said very happily. In the original impression, those immortals who could fly into the sky and escape from the earth were around him, and he was about to be like them. It could be said that Wu Qing was excited all the time now.
Ye Ling smiled, and suddenly a raindrop fell from the sky and hit Ye Ling's face.
"Is it raining? Let's go back." Ye Ling wiped the raindrops on his face casually, "This-this is..."
Ye Ling looked at the rain on his hands with astonishment. This was not ordinary rain, but a red color like blood.
As he spoke, blood rain poured down from the sky, and the sky and the earth instantly turned red. The night and the blood rain intertwined with each other, making it dark, ferocious, and terrifying.
At this moment, two old men in red robes quickly flashed out of the cabin, one on the left and the other on the right, with fighting spirit rising around them and murderous intent filling the air. Immediately afterwards, a horn sounded from the observation deck, and the flying boat stopped moving forward. Teams of soldiers rushed out and formed a formation on the deck.
Baili Changkong, dressed in a green shirt, walked quickly onto the deck and came between the two old men. Baili Hanran also followed out and walked to Ye Ling and Wu Qing's side.
Baili Changkong sneered and said: "Boundless rain of blood, Lord Mo Xun, what a picture of rain falling at night. I wonder what Mr. Mo has to say."
Ye Ling looked for the sound and saw a person in the distance ahead, wearing a blood-colored robe, holding a red umbrella, floating in the air.
"Boundless Rain of Blood, Lord Mo Xun. This person's name is Mo Xun. He is a killer of the underworld. It is said that he has never missed a reward below the Immortal Realm." Baili Hanran explained.
Wu Qing asked: "Then he is here for us?"
"I don't know, I'm afraid it's either my imperial brother or Uncle Xu."
"Brother!" Wu Qing and Ye Ling exclaimed: "Does my eldest brother have any enemies?"
"The common man is not guilty, but he is guilty of carrying the jade. I don't know how many people are unwilling to let the Dazhu Kingdom return to the dynasty. I'm afraid it's those people who are willing to commit evil. I'm afraid there will be a fierce battle this time."
While speaking, Mo Xun gently moved away the red umbrella that was covering his face, revealing an unparalleledly handsome face. The red pupils are cold and ruthless, and one look at them can make people fearful.
"On a good night, I invite you all to enjoy this breathtaking scenery."
Before he finished speaking, all the soldiers on the flying boat had red eyes and struggled on the ground with painful expressions.
Ye Ling also suddenly felt a surge in his mind. The scene in front of him changed, and a bloody battlefield appeared. Smoke filled the air, corpses lay everywhere, soldiers were killing each other everywhere, and the screams were endless and breathtaking.
Suddenly, Ye Ling saw Wu Qing running towards him in horror with blood on his face. There were several soldiers chasing him behind, waving machetes.
"Third brother!" Before Ye Ling could finish his words, he only heard a "swish" sound beside his ears, and an arrow flew from behind, piercing the sky and piercing Wu Qing's chest, leaving a bright red streak. Wu Qing laughed miserably and slowly fell to the ground.
"No--"
Ye Ling ran forward desperately, trying to get to Wu Qing, but couldn't get out of the place. He watched the soldiers chasing Wu Qing approaching Wu Qing with a cruel smile.
"Ah--" Ye Ling let out a long and shrill scream, and tears couldn't stop flowing.
"Buzz--"
The skill in Ye Ling's sea of consciousness suddenly emitted a dazzling wave of light. Immediately afterwards, an unparalleled lightsaber suddenly appeared in front of Ye Ling's eyes and slashed into the air. The surrounding scene was instantly shattered and turned into nothingness along with the lightsaber.
When he opened his eyes again, the blood rain was still falling all over the sky. He was still on the flying boat, with his third brother Wu Qing and sixth prince Baili Hanran standing next to him.
Wu Qing asked with concern: "Second brother, are you okay?"
"He must be fine. Such a loud voice made my ears almost go deaf." Baili Hanran rubbed his ears and said angrily first.
Ye Ling nodded to Wu Qing, indicating that he was fine. He glanced at the soldier who was bleeding from his seven orifices and died tragically in the distance, and thought to himself: "Probably some kind of skill that Mo Xun used to cause people to hallucinate and then die tragically. I had already been attacked just now, but fortunately the man in white left behind The skill saved him at the critical moment, otherwise he might not have died tragically in the illusion like those soldiers. But..." Ye Ling turned to look at the other two people, "The sixth prince kept rubbing his hands with a halo. His jade pendant, that jade pendant is probably a treasure and protects him well. But why is the third brother not affected?"
While Ye Ling was puzzled, in the distance in the sky, an old man in red robe next to Baili Changkong had already made contact with Mo Xun.
The red-robed old man's spiritual energy vibrated around his body, and he held out a spear. As he waved it, a raging fire was born out of thin air, with the power to burn the sky and boil the sea, and burned towards Mo Xun.
Mo Xun smiled coldly, and the blood rain in the sky instantly gathered into a water shield, blocking the front of him. Even if the fire burns, it cannot break through the barrier.
The red-robed old man pointed his gun at Mo Xun, moved forward quickly, and shot through the air.
"Whoosh -" The water shield broke through the sea of fire and turned into raindrops again, but it sputtered towards the red-robed old man like a steel needle, as fast as thunder and airtight.
The red-robed old man moved the spear horizontally in his hand, and quickly rotated with his hand as the center to create a wall of fire. He did not retreat but advanced, blocking all the incoming raindrops.
When he got close, the old man swung the spear in his hand. A half-moon-shaped fire knife slashed through the water shield protecting Mo Xun. Immediately afterwards, the spiritual energy all over the old man's body gathered in the palm of his hand, and he struck out a palm with his backhand. The energy of fire was swirling, and it was extremely fierce, hitting Mo Xun's right shoulder.
However, the moment it hit "Mo Xun", the figure of "Mo Xun" gradually blurred and turned into a puddle of rainwater, scattering in all directions.
The next moment, Mo Xunxuan appeared not far behind the old man in red robe, and said with a smile: "The blood rain is boundless, Jun Mo Xun. If you come to look for you, you will definitely die."
The old man in red robe stared closely at Mo Xun, who was holding a red umbrella with a casual look on his face, but a chill came out of nowhere in his heart.
"That's the case, let me teach you!"
