Mu Ling's voice suddenly stopped, and she turned around to follow the sound, only to see a young man wearing a thin Taoist robe standing on the snow, with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes.
"it's me."
The person who came was none other than Lin Jingzhe. He originally wanted to find Xiao Wu Shaan for a while, but unexpectedly he ended up here inexplicably.
At first he thought that the person kneeling on the grave was not a human being, but then he realized something was wrong, so he looked closer and found that the person who was complaining about his sins was actually the senior sister.
I don’t know if I was listening too engrossed, or if the cold wind at the tomb was too cold, I forgot my luck to keep out the cold, let the cold air enter my body, I couldn’t hold it in, and I shivered.
"Did you hear clearly what I just said?" Senior Sister said with a frosty face and a voice as cold as ice.
"Yes, ah no." Lin Jingzhe quickly explained: "The wind was too loud and I couldn't hear clearly."
"Then do you want to listen to it again?"
"Hey, me?" Li Jingzhe came to his senses and waved his hands quickly: "I don't want to hear it, I don't want to hear it."
After saying that, he quickly kicked off his feet and prepared to escape.
"stop!"
Mu Ling stood up and shouted coldly: "Since you heard my self-complaint, I will spare you."
Before he finished speaking, Lin Jingzhe saw a black light slicing towards his neck.
Black light?
Lin Jingzhe suddenly remembered that three years ago, when he secretly followed his senior brother and entered the forbidden area of the back mountain, he discovered the duel between the fireball and the black light in the sky at the back mountain cemetery.
Could it be that the black light is the black light at this time?
Lin Jingzhe hurriedly pressed his fingers to activate his spiritual power.
Smart and successful.
Water archery!
More than a dozen water arrows rushed into the shooting black light.
Perhaps it was a weather problem, but the condensed water arrows turned into dozens of ice arrows. The ice arrows were naturally harder than water arrows.
"Ping ping ping pong."
However, the ice arrow couldn't withstand it for even half a second, and was chopped into pieces by the black light. It slowed down slightly and slashed towards Lin Jingzhe's neck.
Lin Jingzhe was startled, secretly making a gesture, and when he quickly retreated, he saw him raise his hand and clap, and a fireball as big as a jade plate hit the black light.
"boom."
Wu Guang chopped off the fireball again and cut it against Lin Jingzhe's shoulder.
"Tear!"
Wu Guang cut open the Taoist robe on his shoulders, but did not cut through the flesh on his body.
"Meat cultivator?"
The black light returned to Mu Ling's hand, like a short black scimitar.
"Did you almost kill me?" Lin Jingzhe pulled out the stainless steel sword from his waist and prepared to use the "Sword of Attendance".
Sixth level of Qi training?
Mu Lingruo stared at the boy in front of her with interest. She hadn't seen him for half a year. The boy who was at the fourth level of Qi training at the time was now at the sixth level of Qi training.
"You want to fight me to the death?" Mu Ling stared at the stainless steel sword in his hand and exclaimed: "This sword is a little different."
"Why not? If you want to kill me, why can't I fight with you?"
"does it worth?"
"It's definitely not worth it, but you just had murderous intentions towards me."
"Who asked you to eavesdrop on my confession?" Mu Ling touched the black scimitar and said quietly.
"I didn't mean it."
"Who knows if you did it on purpose." Mu Ling half-smiled, "Have you figured out how to compensate me?"
"Are you kidding me? You want to kill me and you want me to compensate you?"
"Oh, it's okay if you don't want to make it up to me." Mu Ling said, "I'll just ask you a few questions. If you answer them, just pretend that nothing happened tonight."
"hehe."
"why are you laughing?"
"It's nothing, just ask." Lin Jingzhe held the green steel sword and made a gesture of invitation.
"Let me ask you, are you a meat cultivator?"
"no."
"No?" Mu Ling paused and then asked, "Sword cultivator?"
"No."
"Then how did you reach the sixth level of Qi training so quickly?"
"No comment."
"Is this all you can do?"
"No comment."
"How come you are so incompetent?" Mu Ling rolled her eyes, and naturally no one could see it.
"Okay, you've asked all the questions. I can go."
"Hold on."
"You still want to keep me?" Lin Jingzhe asked.
"Don't you really know that any male disciple who reaches the seventh level of Qi training in your sect will suddenly die suddenly?"
"Know."
"Then why are you so anxious to improve your cultivation?" Mu Ling asked.
"There are not many male disciples in the sect." Lin Jingzhe paused for a while and added: "In less than a year, I have been inexplicably promoted from the fourth position to the second nine."
"It hasn't even been a year, and we've lost so many disciples again?" Mu Ling was stunned for a while and said, "Then the old witch may have started to draw lots from the bottom of the cauldron."
"I want to get to the old witch before she reacts, win the first prize every three years, and win the prize."
"For that middle-grade treasure?"
"So be it."
"Then do you believe the cakes painted by the old witch?" Mu Ling sneered: "Have you ever seen him cash out a reward for any senior brother?"
"So what?" Lin Jingzhe said, "The scimitar in your hand should be a middle-grade treasure."
"Yes." Mu Ling didn't hide it.
"That's fine."
"What do you want to tell me?" Mu Ling suddenly remembered something and asked, "How do you want me to help you?"
Lin Jingzhe thought for a while and finally made up his mind and said: "If I really die, I would like you to help me take care of my friend. Even if he dies too, please leave him an epitaph."
"That's it?" Mu Ling was stunned, "You are just like that little guy named Dongzhi, you only think about others until you die."
"They are my relatives." Lin Jingzhe said without hesitation.
"Okay." Mu Ling said, "If you all die, the master will definitely move away. It is not difficult to leave an epitaph."
After Mu Ling finished speaking, she saw her take out a piece of toilet paper that had been folded from her arms, threw it over, and said, "There is a blood-drawing technique in it. Maybe you can use it."
"The art of drawing blood? Is it the self-destruction spell?"
"It's not a self-destruction spell. It just forcibly burns Qi and blood to increase cultivation. But it can also be forced to reach the limit and self-destruct the dantian."
"This technique is a bit unbelievable."
"It doesn't matter if it goes against the will of heaven. It's no use being trapped here." Mu Ling laughed at herself.
"Haha, that's not necessarily the case." After Lin Jingzhe finished speaking, he turned around and left without looking back.
Mu Ling didn't stop him, she just thought about the meaning of his last words.
After the conversation just now, Lin Jingzhe was very clear about the position of the senior sister. Even if he knew all her secrets now, he would not kill him, but he still had to guard against it because he was not sure whether she was there. Acting on occasion.
He hurried all the way back to Qianshan. He stopped chatting with Xiao Wu and couldn't wait to lie down on the bed, touched the mirror, closed his eyes and fell asleep.
After several studies, he found that as long as he separated a little spiritual consciousness into the mirror, he could quickly enter the dreamland.
In dreams, in the mirror world.
"There are indeed some problems with this Blood Drawing Technique." Lin Xiyao said: "There are at least a few problems. Your senior sister should have received an incomplete Blood Drawing Technique."
"Can I practice?"
"You make your own choice, I can't give you any advice." Lin Xiyao said, "But I still remind you that practicing this technique can make people easily agitated."
"Agitated blood?"
"Um."
"I still think I can practice as long as I can. After all, I have multiple trump cards to prepare for unexpected events."
"It's up to you." Lin Xiyao said lightly.
"By the way, girl, do you have any body skills suitable for me to practice here?"
"Are you addicted to picking hair out of me?"
"Don't dare."
"Hmph, there's nothing you dare not do." Lin Xiyao snorted and threw a jade tube over.
"This is the Flying Cloud Step. If you practice it to the extreme, you can climb to the sky on foot, jump across the sea, fly on the wind, or travel across the universe."
"So powerful?" Lin Jingzhe was immediately delighted.
"It's just useless." Lin Xiyao continued to attack: "What can be done with sword control, what's so powerful about it."
"Then I want to learn the art of sword control."
"You haven't reached the foundation building stage yet, so you can't learn."
"Fine."
"Are you really planning to face your master directly?"
"Well, I've been thinking about it for a long time. Even if I try to escape now, I can't escape death. Why not just choose to face it."
"Okay, you decide for yourself."
"Girl, are you worried about me?"
"Haha, why am I worried about you? What does your life and death have to do with me?"
"But the girl gave me the secret book of Kung Fu without asking for anything in return and guided me in my cultivation. I am grateful, but I have nothing in return."
"I don't like hearing this." Lin Xiyao interrupted him.
"How about I take the girl as my master."
"Don't." Lin Xiyao said, "I'm also afraid that one day someone will sharpen his knife and unload his donkey like today, killing his master and abandoning his path."
"The girl is different from that old witch."
"hehe......"
Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, another two months have passed.
There is still half a month left before the three-year competition.
Lin Jingzhe had already broken through the seventh level of Qi training a month ago, but he used the breath gathering technique to deliberately suppress his strength at the fifth level of Qi training.
This breath-containing technique was naturally obtained from Miss Lin. Miss Lin was like an endless treasure that could never be dug out.
In the past two months, he had only practiced and slept, because after the spiritual field was covered with snow, it was not suitable for planting spiritual grass.
Just wait until early spring arrives and the snow melts before planting can begin.
His spiritual stones had long since been exhausted, but before they were exhausted, he also bought two cheap spells at his master's school, named "Rocket Technique" and "Wind Control Technique."
Although "Wind Control Technique" and "Feiyun Step" are somewhat similar, one is a simplified version and the other is a traditional version.
The reason why he learned and practiced these two skills was to cover up the fact that he had practiced other skills. After all, the skills he was currently practicing could not be displayed, otherwise he would not be able to achieve an effect that would catch people off guard.
Xiao Wu came to see him. Unlike usual, Xiao Wu looked very haggard. He must have practiced the method of raising the sun and raising yang, which caused too much yang energy consumption.
Although Lin Jingzhe wanted to remind him, he didn't want to alert him and waste all his previous efforts.
During this period of time, he had to hide and keep a low profile.
After this period of time, he caught her off guard with a thunderous force.
Although these actions are undoubtedly no different from sending death, he thinks it is worth it, at least to fight for the people he cares about.
Even if the victory does not belong to you, at least you have worked hard and never given up, and it is already worth it.
