There was a hint of fish belly white in the sky, and a ray of light fell on the wilderness, revealing the appearance of Old Master Ling and Ling Yongjia.
As soon as Mr. Ling fell down, he coughed heartbreakingly, and finally vomited a mouthful of blood.
"Father!" Ling Yongjia was frightened and had a bad feeling in her heart.
In the past few days, Mrs. Ling had been suffering from an old injury, and this time he used his true energy to escape.
"Medicine..." Mrs. Ling squeezed out one word.
Ling Yongjia hurriedly took out the pills she had with her and gave them to him.
Mrs. Ling took medicine and luck resolved the problem, finally relieving herself.
"Father, how are you?" Ling Yongjia asked with concern.
"I can't die for the time being." Old Master Ling mocked, "I didn't expect that at this age, I would have to experience the panic of a bereaved dog. It's really unpredictable."
Ling Yongjia felt very sad: "It's all the fault of that boy in Yun Gao... Wait, is it really Yun Gao?"
Doubts arose in her heart and she said, "Even if my father leaves a few days later, there is no need for him to take action, right? Could it be..."
"You want to say, could it be Bu Fei's fault?" Mrs. Ling continued.
Ling Yongjia nodded: "Father, I think this matter is strangely tight. From the beginning to the end, we were not given any time to breathe, as if we were forced to take this step. Also, the person who did it just now was a demon cultivator, Yun Gao's subordinate Where did the demon cultivator come from? It’s Bu Fei’s fiancée..."
What she said made sense. Old Mrs. Ling thought for a moment, but then shook his head: "No, just because he is a demon cultivator, it cannot be Bu Fei. Everything we can think of, others can think of. After checking, it is easy. We found waves of demonic energy at the scene. If it was sent by Bu Fei, wouldn't that make people suspicious of him?"
Ling Yongjia was right. Those two demonic cultivators appeared in plain sight, didn't they tell the world that the person who robbed and killed Mr. Ling was related to the demonic cultivators? People in the world who are related to demon cultivators can immediately think of Ling Bufei.
Mr. Ling became more and more disappointed: "Yun Gao is so cruel! He doesn't even trust his grandfather, but just a few days later, he wants to silence him and frame Bu Fei. Well, he kills two birds with one stone, very good!" "
At this point, he coughed violently again.
Ling Yongjia's face showed anger: "This is unreasonable! This kid is so inhumane!"
"It seems that the demon soul in him has become very serious." Mr. Ling finally stopped and said, "Although he was selfish in the past, he was not so ruthless. He may have been affected by the demon soul."
After saying that, he was shocked: "He has a Nascent Soul Demon Cultivator under his command. Could it be that he has become a demon?"
The expressions of the father and daughter changed drastically. Thinking about it carefully, it was not impossible.
If they are truly possessed, then they can no longer take any chances.
Just as he was thinking about it, there was a slight fluctuation in the sky. Mr. Ling hurriedly took out his magic weapon and wrapped the two people together: "Let's go!"
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The days passed both slowly and quickly. In the blink of an eye, Bai Mengjin stayed in Xuanbing Prison for a month.
This month has been the biggest change in Xuanbing Prison in thousands of years.
In just thirty days, she and Song Zhiyi were the only ones detained here. The other cells were also quite empty. Some were taken away by her because they were looking for trouble, and some were killed by Ye Mei who took the opportunity to expand her power.
"This girl..." Elder Huashen smiled bitterly in the small pavilion on the cliff, "She is so capable of making trouble. I used to say that the young master is a good person, how can she be as good as her!"
The Nascent Soul guard asked: "Uncle Master, how about we warn her? If she continues to eat, it will be a bit outrageous."
Elder Huashen thought for a while and replied: "Let's take a look. Song Zhiyi is almost done. She is busy with something, so she shouldn't make any more trouble."
In Xuanbing Prison, Ling Bufei, whom Bai Mengjin brought to visit the prison, stood at the door of Song Zhiyi for a long time.
"Okay!" She finally straightened up and completely released the restraint.
Ling Bufei was overjoyed and opened the door and called, "Uncle Song!"
After this month of recuperation, Song Zhiyi's spirits improved a lot and he returned to his usual elegant demeanor.
"Resolved?" He looked at the two people outside the door in surprise.
Bai Mengjin nodded and threw the imitation token over: "Uncle Master can come and go freely from now on."
Song Zhiyi took the token and looked at it carefully for a while, and was very sad: "Since Senior Nephew Bai came here, to me, this Black Ice Prison is no different from the cave. It doesn't matter whether you can enter or not."
"It's good if Uncle Master thinks so." Ling Bufei said in a brisk tone, "Aside from not being able to practice, there is nothing wrong with this Xuanbing Prison. You have worked hard over the years, so it is good to take this time to recuperate, right?"
Song Zhiyi nodded slowly. The last time he wrote to Lin Baiyu, his mind was made up. In the past, he was angry for himself and worried that his apprentice would not be doing well outside, which made him feel depressed. The most important thing for a person is this breath. If you bite it, you can live a normal life. If you can't bite it, you will quickly become decadent.
Bai Mengjin smiled: "However, you won't be able to stay here for long. We are preparing to close the net outside."
"So fast?" Song Zhiyi was surprised. Ling Yungao was the sect leader after all. He thought that this battle would last at least a few years.
Ling Bufei geared up and said, "Yes, everything is ready, the only thing left is you, Uncle Master."
Song Zhiyi nodded lightly: "What can I do?"
Bai Mengjin and Ling Bufei looked at each other and said, "We need Uncle Master's memory of that day."
Song Zhiyi frowned: "But I can't remember."
"I have a way. I won't be hurt like searching for souls, but it will inevitably read my uncle's memory, so I need your consent." Bai Mengjin asked, "Are you willing?"
Song Zhiyi thought thoughtfully: "Is it your dream-entering technique? It's a bit similar to searching for souls."
"Yes. It can't detect everything like soul searching, but it does less harm to the soul."
Song Zhiyi replied happily: "Okay, I don't have any secrets that I can't tell others."
Bai Mengjin sighed in his heart. When she was a demon in her previous life, she knew that there were many people in the famous orthodox sect who had hidden thoughts, but there were indeed noble and noble people who were truly glorious. The former is like Ling Yun Gao, and the latter is like Song Zhiyi.
"Then let's get started!" She stretched out her hand, "My cultivation level is not as good as my uncle's, so you have to take the initiative to let go of Consciousness Sea's defenses."
Song Zhiyi immediately sat cross-legged and fell into a deep state of mind.
Bai Mengjin raised his hand to hold the back of his heart, and slowly explored it with his consciousness.
The situation in her mind suddenly changed, and her consciousness shuttled through the layers of fog. Song Zhiyi's scattered memories unfolded in front of her eyes, including how she practiced swords as a child, and how she slayed demons later...
After clearing the fog, Bai Mengjin searched carefully and finally found what he wanted in each picture.
That day in Taiyi Hall was as sunny and sunny as usual.
The elder who was on duty with Song Zhiyi received the summons talisman, apologized to him, and left with a curse...
