Just a moment of dazzle and memory.
Lingchu raised his eyes and looked at the door at the end of the corridor. A vow made decades ago might be fulfilled today.
Taking a deep breath, Lingchu raised his hand and pushed open the closed door.
There was a long lamp burning in the house, a faint fragrance lingered, and the soft candlelight illuminated the entire room.
On the snow-white wall, a tall portrait hangs high. The woman in the painting is wearing a light purple gauze dress like smoke, with a blood-colored bead hanging between her eyebrows, her eyes are looking forward faintly, and her hands are bent. A snow-white whisk hung from his elbow.
The facial features are the same as before, but the expression is completely different.
The woman in purple in my memory back then had a smile on her face that was as bright as a peach or a plum.
The woman in purple clothes in Jin Xi's portrait has a face full of indifference, as cold as winter snow.
The room was very quiet, so quiet that Lingchu could even hear his own breathing, shallow exhalations and inhalations, mixed with the faint fragrance flowing into his nose.
Looking at the woman in the portrait in front of him, Lingchu stared at it for a long time before slowly lowering his gaze to the spiritual throne under the portrait.
The spiritual status of the founder of the sect is also unique.
It is carved from a single piece of white jade. A faint aura lingers on the white jade, and it is written in vermilion Juanxiu font.
The first generation leader of Wuwangzhai, Zi Ling.
Lingchu's eyes paused for a few breaths on the word Zi Ling, and she was finally convinced that she had indeed found Senior Zi Ling.
The hundred-year agreement may come to an end today.
Instead of rushing to take out the wooden box given by Lord Shangguang, Lingchu respectfully picked up a stick of incense from the table in front of him, lit it with the candlelight of the evergreen lamp, and released a wisp of green incense. Smoke rose.
"Junior...Yu Ling met senior Zi Ling for the first time."
Lingchu paused for a moment, and finally gave his real name.
After performing the junior salute, Lingchu took a step forward and inserted the incense into the incense burner, then took a step back and looked at the portrait.
"Senior Zi Ling, I was entrusted by Senior Shangguang to search for the whereabouts of my senior. I came here accidentally and learned the whereabouts of Wuwanzhai and senior, so I came here specifically to look for traces of my senior," Lingchu glanced at Passing the incense burner in front of me, the incense burning inside was not Yunling incense, but Lingchu still said, "The first time I saw senior Shanggang Guang, this junior was more than fifty years ago. At that time, senior Shanggang Guang was already It is a remnant soul, guarding a cave, repaying it with courtesy, and in exchange for a vow from the younger generation, traces of the senior will be found within a hundred years."
Lingchu did not deliberately conceal it, but she still concealed a lot of information in her words. She guessed that Master Qingshui would not be so arrogant in the Patriarch Hall, and eavesdropping might not be possible.
However, it was necessary to be on guard against others, so Lingchu subconsciously concealed the incident in Donglu and did not mention other matters.
There was still silence in the room. The remaining ashes from the incense burnt fell into the ashes of the incense burner. It was obviously a very light sound, but in this room, it was surprisingly loud.
Lingchu looked at the woman in the painting in front of him. Everything was very quiet, as if there was no remnant soul or spiritual consciousness left in this portrait or this spiritual tablet.
Time passed bit by bit, and Lingchu stood quietly for half an hour, and then slowly took out a wooden box from the storage bracelet.
The wooden box is smooth on all sides and warm to the touch. There are no gaps on it, as if it were formed naturally. The complex patterns carved on it also seem to be naturally formed, covering the entire wooden box.
Putting the wooden box on the table in front of him, Lingchu's clear and soft voice slowly sounded in the room.
"Senior Zi Ling, Senior Shanggang asked me to tell you something," Lingchu paused here for a moment before continuing, "Ten miles of green mountains, thousands of lights, the Milky Way in the sky, and the stars on the ground, I promised you We will stay together for a long time and travel around the world together. I broke this promise first."
Having said this, Lingchu's eyes were as bright as stars, and he looked directly at the portrait in front of him, "You were not wrong about what happened back then, it was me who was wrong."
With the previous affectionate words, there was no fluctuation in the portrait in front of me. Until the last half of the sentence appeared, the calm portrait in front of me showed a faint fluctuation for the first time.
The woman in the purple gauze skirt looked into the distance with eyes that seemed to be absent. She moved slowly, as if she had retracted her gaze from the distance and fell in front of her.
Lingchu was not sure if his consciousness was wrong, but that vague sight always lingered beside him.
"Senior Zi Ling, please show up and see me! I have something to ask of you!" Lingchu gritted her teeth. She was betting that the portrait in front of her contained the consciousness or remnant soul left by Senior Zi Ling.
Just like the original Lord Shangguang.
Maintaining the posture of bowing and saluting, Lingchu did not receive any response, and the posture of saluting never changed.
One breath, two breaths, three breaths.
One moment, two moments, three moments.
After half an hour had passed, a very light sigh suddenly came from Lingchu's ears.
Lingchu's lowered eyes were as bright as stars in an instant. He suddenly raised his head and saw that the scene in front of him changed in an instant.
The originally bright room turned pitch black in the blink of an eye, as if it had sunk into the boundless deep sea.
Only the silence remained the same as before.
In the darkness, Lingchu felt a gaze falling on him, and the faint pressure of Nascent Soul was overwhelming.
There was no deliberate pressure or restraint, the pressure just enveloped Lingchu.
The spiritual power in Lingchu's body slowly circulated under this pressure, struggling to resist the suffocation and pressure brought by this pressure.
"Senior Zi Ling..." Lingchu spoke slowly, his voice a little hoarse and his speech a little slow.
"Put this wooden box away. His formation skills are impressive, but it is impossible to return to the Eastern Continent through the teleportation formation on this wooden box," a cold voice sounded in the darkness. , without the slightest emotion, "If you want to go back to the Eastern Continent, then go through the Thunderstorm Sea."
After saying that, the Nascent Soul pressure and the ink-like darkness receded like a tide, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye.
In the blink of an eye again, Lingchu had returned to the Patriarch Hall.
The purple-clothed woman in the portrait in front of her looked towards the distant place again, and silence once again swept the entire room.
It seemed as if everything just now was just Lingchu's illusion.
Lingchu wanted to ask what the thunderstorm sea was and how to cross the thunderstorm sea, but when his eyes touched the portrait, he swallowed all the questions.
After putting away the wooden box, Lingchu respectfully gave another junior salute to the portrait.
"Thank you, senior."
After saying that, he raised his eyes to look at the portrait, and finally turned around and left.
"Why be persistent."
The moment he stepped out of the Patriarch Hall, Lingchu paused slightly, lowered his eyelashes slightly, raised them again, stretched out his hand to catch a snow-white pear petal, and smiled slightly.
