"Ayun, are you really not going with me?"
At the entrance of the Dala tribe's village, Zhong Wen stared at Gan Muyun's charming face and asked softly.
Not far behind them, Ye Qinglian and Jiang Yushi were whispering. They didn't know what they were talking about. The relationship between the two women seemed to have become much closer without even realizing it.
"No, I want to stay and bury my clan members." Gan Muyun's eyes were like autumn water, and his expression was firm, as if he had made some determination. "When things are over here, I have to return to the sect to return my life to the master."
"Need help?" Zhong Wen asked with concern.
"No need, these are my people." Gan Muyun looked at the scattered corpses on the ground, a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes, "I should be responsible..."
The words stopped abruptly midway through.
Her beautiful eyes widened, her little cherry mouth opened slightly, and she stared blankly at the scene in front of her.
Zhong Wen followed her line of sight and saw among the corpses on the ground, a tall and strong body suddenly jumped up and staggered towards the two of them, seemingly unable to even stand. , but the speed is extremely fast and flexible, and the movements are vaguely similar to the "zombie" Zhong Wen saw in the movie in his previous life.
"Duolong?" After seeing this person's appearance clearly, Gan Muyun's expression turned from surprise to joy. He only knew that Duolong was not dead, so he couldn't help but say hello.
"Nonsense! Leave quickly!" Zhong Wen, with a straight face, shouted sternly at "Duolong".
Gan Muyun beside him couldn't help but startled when he yelled like this. He turned to glance at him and found that Zhong Wen, who was always laughing and joking, had an unusually serious expression.
She couldn't figure out why Zhong Wen was so angry. She looked back with a blank look on her face, only to see "Duolong" who was walking fast and stumbling suddenly trembled, and then fell to the ground with a "plop". He fell to pieces and never moved an inch.
"Duolong!" Gan Muyun was horrified, moved his lotus feet in a hurry, rushed to Duolong's side, and turned him over to check.
But at this time, Duolong's eyes were empty, his body was stiff, and there was no life in his body. He was the same as when he was hit by Tianxuan's pupil before, with no signs of recovery at all.
"Zhong Wen, what's going on?"
The pain of gaining and losing was even more unbearable for her. She couldn't help but turned around and asked Zhong Wen anxiously, "Can Duolong be saved?"
"Ayun, Duolong can be considered dead." Zhong Wen sighed and replied in a low tone, "His soul has been shattered, and only this body is left, which is still half-dead. Even if it is not completely dead, it is still alive." It’s not even Duolong himself.”
"Then just now..." Gan Muyun asked.
"He stood up just now because his body was taken over by a passing ghost." Zhong Wen explained patiently, "Now that ghost has been driven away by me."
"But..." Gan Muyun refused to give up.
"Ayun, if his body will be occupied by other ghosts, doesn't it mean that Duolong's soul no longer exists?" Zhong Wen's voice was very soft, but the words he spoke were like thunderbolts in the clear sky, breaking Gan Muyun's heart. , very worried.
His remarks are, of course, pure nonsense and nonsense.
In fact, deep down in Zhong Wen's heart at this moment, besides being shocked, he was still shocked.
It turns out that the so-called "lonely ghost" is a white light person condensed from his own great path.
"Zhongwen No. 2" had nothing to do, wandering around randomly without attracting anyone's attention. Unexpectedly, when passing by Duolong's body, he seemed to suddenly feel a fatal attraction and involuntarily got in. This body has no soul and no owner.
What is even more unexpected is that "Zhongwen No. 2" can actually "control" the body to walk upright, achieving an effect similar to "seizing the body."
This is fantasy!
Unexpectedly discovering another ability of "Zhong Wen No. 2", Zhong Wen's mind was quickly thinking about how to use this new skill to win unexpectedly in the battle, and he would not pay for his life.
"Zhong Wen, can you promise me something?" After staring at Duo Long's body for a long time, Gan Muyun suddenly turned around and looked into Zhong Wen's eyes without blinking.
"As long as I can do it." Zhong Wen replied.
"I will definitely defeat Tianxuan with my own hands and avenge my father and the others." Gan Muyun gritted his teeth and said slowly word by word, "When the time comes, I hope to let him die under the 'Xuantian Mirror'."
"Okay!" Zhong Wen slowly stretched out his right hand, his little finger bent into a hook shape, and placed it in front of Gan Muyun, "It's a deal!"
Gan Muyun looked at him blankly.
"This is a custom in my hometown." Zhong Wen explained with a smile, "Two people hook their little fingers together to represent commitment."
Gan Muyun nodded slightly, and also stretched out his slender little finger, which was as clear as jade, and hooked it with Zhong Wen's finger.
"Ayun, take care!"
After a long time, the two people's fingers slowly separated. Zhong Wen gently patted Gan Muyun's shoulder, then turned around and floated away, holding Ye Jiang and the two girls in the air, and soon disappeared from sight. outside.
"The same to you!"
Gan Muyun quietly stared at the direction Zhong Wen was leaving, murmuring softly in his mouth. Until he could no longer see the three figures clearly, he reached into his arms, took out a crystal clear light golden bead, and slowly put it between his lips. , swallow into the abdomen.
Not long after, a vast and majestic aura emanated from her body, filling the entire village, causing the surrounding branches to sway slightly and grass blades to fly.
This aura is powerful yet gentle, just like the beautiful flower of the Dara tribe, resolute and kind.
Her lips parted slightly, and she let out a clear and resonant hawk's chirping sound. Her soft voice filled the sky and reached the sky.
Almost at the same time, bursts of screeching sounds of birds of prey echoed across the mountains. Immediately, countless birds appeared in the sky, including eagles, eagles, kites, vultures, harriers, ospreys, falcons, and owls, all densely packed. There were different types of spiritual birds. As if they had been discussed in advance, they flew to the top of Gan Muyun's head, then waved their wings and stopped moving forward.
Gan Mu Yunlian's feet touched the ground, and her delicate body jumped up. Without relying on A Xue's power, she stood alone in the air.
A group of spiritual birds made all kinds of strange and high-pitched sounds from their mouths, spinning, leaping, and circling around her, like stars holding the moon and birds paying homage to the phoenix.
At this moment, Gan Muyun was like a high and mighty queen, accepting the worship of thousands of her subjects.
She said nothing, looking into the distance, her pure and beautiful eyes radiating an extremely determined light.
…
"You mean, the three masters of the 'Dark Temple' have all advanced to the Holy Path and killed the 'Sage of Heavenly Sword'?" Nangong Ling stared into Coral's eyes and asked softly, "And all of this... Did the soul of the 'Sage of Heavenly Sword' tell you?"
After being repeated by Nangong Ling, Hualu immediately felt that this rhetoric sounded very ridiculous, and no one with normal intelligence would believe it.
"Senior Sister, the soul of an old man with a white beard really came into my body just now." In a hurry, her voice rose a bit, "He also said that the 'Wen Dao Academy' was summoning the rest of the The five saints met and asked me to quickly pass the news to the 'Hearing the Dao Saint', otherwise the entire cultivation world will be in disaster!"
Nangong Ling's eyes flashed with light, his expression was gloomy and uncertain, but he just remained silent.
"Grandpa Whitebeard also taught me a lot of spiritual power and cultivation tips!" Coral thought she didn't want to believe it, so she hurriedly added, "It was said that I was rewarded for passing on the message."
If ordinary people heard these words, they would probably laugh at her for being whimsical and daydreaming.
But how can Nangong Ling be an ordinary person? She thought for a moment and suddenly asked: "Why is the cultivation of a saint so amazing? Even if it is just the inheritance of a residual soul, it will be of great benefit to you, Coral, what kind of cultivation are you now? "
"Okay, it seems...Spirit Master?"
Coral released its own aura somewhat uncertainly, and a mysterious and overbearing aura swept across all directions instantly, as if countless strong winds and tornadoes were blowing by. The branches and leaves in the forest were flying around, birds and beasts were scattered, and screams came and went, making it lively. extraordinary.
"It is indeed the Spirit Master!" Nangong Ling's expression relaxed, and he pursed his lips and smiled, "Congratulations, Junior Sister Huan, from now on, you can be regarded as stepping into the ranks of the world's top masters."
"Is it true? Am I already in the spiritual realm?" Coral's eyes showed ecstasy, and she shouted excitedly, "Sister, are you willing to believe me?"
After receiving the inheritance from the "Sage of Heavenly Sword", Coral knew that his cultivation had greatly improved, but his mind was still in a trance, and he still couldn't believe that he had reached the legendary realm of spiritual master.
In her concept, the Lingzun bosses are all powerful figures who can raise their hands to make mountains roar, and stamp their feet to cause the earth to collapse. They are just like the former Master Song Hai, who firmly controlled all the major forces in the Eighteen Peaks of Liangshan with the power of one person. , follow the law as you say, no one dares to disobey.
If he hadn't been so hotheaded and confused that he went to join the rebellion in the imperial capital, the entire Liangshan realm would still be under the high-pressure rule of Venerable Song Hai to this day.
At this time, it was confirmed from Nangong Ling's mouth that she really had the spiritual cultivation level. While Coral was excited and ecstatic, she couldn't help but feel a sense of unreality, like a dream.
"You have never dealt with people in the Holy Land. I am afraid you have never even heard of the three masters of the Dark Temple and the Heavenly Sword Saint. But now you can tell this series of information, as well as this A spiritual master's cultivation cannot be faked." Nangong Ling analyzed clearly and logically, "Why don't I believe it? But if I want to go to the 'Wen Dao Academy' to deliver the message, I have to temporarily stop looking for Qiqi, so I feel a little hesitant. That’s all.”
"How about... Senior Sister, you continue to chase Senior Sister Liu, and I go to deliver a message to the 'Saint Wen Dao' alone?" Coral thought hard for a long time before suggesting.
"Silly girl, how can you see a saint whenever you want?" Nangong Ling smiled and shook his head, "Besides, if I don't follow, you might not even know where the Wen Dao Academy is."
"Then, what should we do?" Coral asked anxiously.
"I'm confused too." Nangong Ling pondered for a moment, and suddenly his eyes lit up, "You just said that the major saints will meet at the 'Wendao Academy'? So, I'm afraid the saint from 'Siduoya' is not at home either, so With Qiqi's current cultivation level, even if there is a conflict, as long as the saint is not around, she can definitely protect herself."
"That……"
"Speaking of our Qingfeng Mountain and the 'Dark Temple', we really have some troubles. If they are allowed to dominate the cultivation world, it will definitely not be a good thing for the 'Piaohua Palace'." Nangong's spiritual eyes flashed with determination. "This is a serious matter, let's leave for the 'Wen Dao Academy' immediately!"
"yes!"
Two beautiful figures soared into the sky and headed straight to the southeast. Coral's steps were light and his body was elegant. It was clearly his first flight, but there was no sense of sluggishness.
Is this the inheritance of saints?
Nangong Ling looked at the nimble movements of his junior sister and couldn't help but secretly admired and marveled.
…
With the return of "Princess Bixiao", Prince Li's Mansion, which was originally quiet and lonely, once again glowed with vitality.
The servants in the mansion could clearly feel that the smiles on the faces of Prince Li and Princess Li gradually returned to their previous smiles, and they seemed to be much more energetic when dealing with the dignitaries of the imperial capital.
However, another uninvited guest also came into the sight of everyone in the mansion.
This person is a young man of about 27 or 28 years old. His appearance can be considered handsome, but his expression is always stiff and expressionless, which makes people unconsciously feel alienated.
The coarse cloth clothes on his body and the rusty iron sword at his waist further indicated that this person was not from a noble family.
It was such a man who looked like a country bumpkin and could easily be mistaken for a servant of the mansion, but he caused an uproar not long after he appeared.
Just because "Princess Bixiao" Li Xuefei actually called her "husband" in a public occasion.
Who is Li Xuefei?
A noble princess, a peerless beauty, the goddess in the hearts of countless unmarried men in the imperial capital!
This call made many young talents in the imperial capital break their hearts, break their hearts, beat their chests and stamp their feet, and get drunk to drown their sorrows.
Countless dignitaries in the imperial capital inquired about the identity of this "county horse", but the result surprised everyone.
This young man named "Feng", this "junior horse" who was personally recognized by the princess, turned out to be exactly the same as he appeared. He was really not from a noble family, but a fisherman.
There were even some meddlesome people who spread the rumors. It was said that when the princess called out the word "husband" to the fisherman, the old prince's face became extremely ugly and he was about to get angry and storm off.
As a result, various rumors about Feng spread throughout the streets and alleys in a short period of time, becoming the subject of everyone's laughter after dinner.
A treacherous and cunning fisherman, with his sharp tongue and smooth words, won the heart of "Princess Bixiao" and became the princess's servant. This is a more popular version.
Some people with dirty thoughts speculated that the reason why the fisherman was able to embrace the beauty was because of his "extraordinary talent". He crossed the bed and made the young princess know the taste of her food, and she could not leave him for a moment.
For a time, Feng's name became a household name in the imperial capital, and his influence was comparable to that of a traffic star.
Later, the rumors gradually changed in nature, and no one knew who spread the word. It was said that the old prince hated this treacherous and cunning fisherman and wished he could kill him quickly, but he could not bear to go against his daughter's wishes. He was heartbroken and tossed and turned every day. , even most of his hair is white.
If any young talent can compete with the fisherman and make the princess wake up, he will definitely be appreciated by Prince Li, marry Bai Fumei, become CEO, and reach the pinnacle of life.
Human beings are creatures that always like to regard what they are willing to hear as "truth."
As a result, a long queue suddenly formed in front of Prince Li's Mansion. Feng's challengers were like crucian carp crossing the river, and there was an endless stream.
Of course, these people couldn't find a fisherman to play music, chess, calligraphy and painting. Even if Feng could afford to lose, they would have no shame to win.
But don’t you, a fisherman, have an iron sword on your waist? After all, he must have practiced swordsmanship, so there is no reason to refuse the martial arts competition.
Furthermore, this is a world where cultivators are respected. If a man cannot even protect his woman, what qualifications does he have to marry the beautiful "Princess Bixiao"?
At this moment, the young man standing in front of Feng had a shining golden sword and fluttering white clothes. His pretty face was full of arrogance, and the contempt in his eyes was not concealed at all.
This challenger is Zhang Heng, the second son of the Zhang family in the imperial capital.
Speaking of the Zhang family, it was not considered a wealthy family. The former family member, Zhang Shichao, once served as the general of the Tiger Guard and was responsible for guarding the east gate of the imperial capital. However, during the rebellion of the Xiao family, he was killed by Dugu Shang with a single sword, leaving no trace of his body. .
Although Emperor Li Jiuye also gave symbolic rewards and compensation after quelling the rebellion, the Zhang family, which had lost its pillar, was still in a state of collapse, and could almost be regarded as a complete decline.
Therefore, for Zhang Heng, if he can marry the princess, it will definitely be the best opportunity for the entire Zhang family to leap over the dragon gate and regain their glory.
"You are not worthy of the princess." He slowly raised the golden knife in his hand and looked at the common man in front of him with disdain, "Even if she deceives her trust temporarily, it is impossible to keep it, so why stay shamelessly? "
"Yeah." Feng didn't answer, just responded lightly.
"I advise you to admit defeat now and take the initiative to leave the palace." Zhang Heng continued, "At least you can avoid the pain of your flesh and blood."
"Yeah." Feng still cherished words like gold and had no intention of communicating with him.
"Don't think I'm scaring you. How can a pariah like you understand my determination to revive the family?" Zhang Heng continued to press, "In order to marry the princess, I even gave up my first wife and two children. They were all sent to a foreign country, so I will never show mercy in this battle."
"Are you going to fight or not?" Feng finally became impatient, "There are still many people queuing up behind me."
"Since you don't know what's good, don't blame me for being rude!"
Zhang Heng didn't expect that his sincere words would be ignored by a fisherman. He couldn't help but get angry and shouted angrily. He kicked off his feet and jumped up high. The golden knife in his hand reflected brilliantly under the sunlight. Guanghui struck Feng head-on.
