Qingjing stayed in the black bamboo forest for a long time, and naturally had a lot of exchanges with the black bamboo spirit. But whenever he mentioned his own affairs, the Black Bamboo Spirit always hesitated and tried every means to find opportunities to hide it. Fortunately, Qingjing was not the one to get to the bottom of things. Since the former did not want to say more, Qingjing simply used his cultivation Kill time.
Although this scene seemed harmonious, Qingjing didn't know about the Black Bamboo Essence for a long time before this. This started when Qingjing just came to the Black Bamboo Forest!
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Although Qingjing looks rough on the outside, his mind is very delicate, and the job of grinding ink is not easy, so he is naturally more careful. However, once you have been doing anything for a long time, you will take it lightly, and the same goes for studying ink...
It had been several months since Qingjing entered the black bamboo forest to study ink at this time. The rumored strange black bamboo forest not only did not have the threat as imagined, but was extremely peaceful. The pure, vigilant and nervous mood finally became lazy, and I just looked forward to the days that started over and over again. It was also because of his negligence that when he cut the black bamboo, he accidentally got a cut on the back of his hand!
Taiyi Pavilion is not a place where swords and guns are wielded, and there are naturally few physical injuries. However, Taiyi Pavilion requires disciples to have a tough character, and they will not care even if they are injured. Qingjing simply wiped the wound and ignored it after seeing that the bleeding had stopped...
Lu Hanjiang was very dissatisfied with Qingjing's killing of the twelve disciples of Jianxingju that day, but since Qingxu was here and it was indeed his disciple's fault, he really couldn't make things more difficult. However, he tossed and turned in the future and always felt that Qingxu had selfish motives. He might have secretly released Qingjing to see the black bamboo forest, and also came here to set up a ban. Once Qingjing stepped out of the black bamboo forest, he would let himself know that this I felt a lot more relieved.
Although Qingjing was dissatisfied, after all, he had said it first. In order not to cause trouble to Taiyi Pavilion, after persuading Qingxu with good words, he finally completely cut off his thoughts of leaving.
On this day, he carried the bamboo ink he had researched to the entrance of the Black Bamboo Forest. He planned to call the patrolling disciples to chat through the ban as usual to relieve his boredom, but along the way he always felt that the back of his hands was itching unbearably, so he turned around and returned early. Black Bamboo Forest went to rest.
Although he said he wanted to rest, the itching on the back of his hand kept him tossing and turning, so he planned to get up and go to the stream on the other side of the black bamboo forest to clean himself.
At first he could bear this kind of itching, but now that he had just walked out of the door, he finally couldn't help but scratch it with his hands. But when his fingers just touched the back of his hand, he suddenly felt a sharp pain that almost made him feel uncomfortable. He fainted!
Qingjing gasped and looked at the back of her hand, only to see a bunch of black hair growing out of the original wound! He tried to stretch his fingers and pull, but he only felt that the black velvet seemed to be connected to the bone marrow. The slightest pull would cause him to die in pain!
Qingjing had seen several corpses in the forest, and those corpses were obviously old for many years, with only rotten skeletons remaining. Moreover, their remaining skeletons are also very rotten, and will break into several pieces even if they are touched lightly!
It was said that it was completely broken, but that was not the case. There was an unknown black flocculent hair stuck between the two bones, like a lotus root being cut off, and that kind of hair was exactly the same as the one growing on my hand!
Thinking of this, Qingjing couldn't help but feel chills all over his body. He also thought of the strange rumors about the black bamboo forest. Could it be that these disciples died tragically because of this kind of thing?
Qing Jing has a tenacious character, so naturally he doesn’t want to die in vain! Although he had the forbidden blood ink technique, he didn't know if he could compete with this black velvet. He simply took out his knife and cut off the black velvet on his hand to fundamentally solve the problem!
Unfortunately, he still underestimated the pain. As soon as the knife in his hand touched him, his eyes went black and he fainted completely...
I don't know how long it took, but he saw a black shadow rushing towards him in the haze. He woke up instantly, jumped up and hit him in front of him! But his fist hit nothing, and he fell to the ground.
Qing Jing was sober from the pain, and then he realized that he was still lying in the bamboo house. His thoughts moved and he looked at his hand. Although there was still a black bamboo cut on the back of his hand, there was no trace of black velvet, just like before. Everything is like a dream.
Qingjing had a delicate mind and naturally did not dare to jump to conclusions. He touched his chest and found that there was only a scabbard left in his arms. His expression darkened and he took a few steps outside the house. Sure enough, he found his own knife on the ground at the door. Knife.
Now that things have happened, the hazy things in my mind should not be false. Is it possible that there are other people in this black bamboo forest? He was injured and fainted, but the man did not take advantage of the danger, but instead revived him. He must not be a bad person. In that case, why did he deliberately hide himself? And I had been in the black bamboo forest for so long, why didn't I notice any trace of this person?
If he didn't have this kind of thought, Qingjing would have lived a relatively relaxed life here. Ever since he knew there were other people here, he had been having trouble sleeping and eating. He always felt like there was a pair of eyes staring at him in the dark.
However, since the injury healed, he suddenly felt some subtle changes taking place in his body, as if he had some kind of connection with the black bamboo, and this practice gradually became stronger over time...
Suddenly one day, the blood and ink forbidden art in his body suddenly became restless, and countless black hairs appeared on his body... When he woke up again, he found that his limbs were weak and collapsed in the bamboo house. Since that day, This situation happens from time to time. Although Qingjing is puzzled, there is nothing he can do about it...
Purity is named after me, but I actually love to be clean. I wash myself thoroughly before going to bed every night. But after the strange behavior that day, when I woke up the next day, not only were my limbs tired, but also covered with mud, like a naughty child rolling and splashing on the ground.
One day, Qingjing once again completed the task of grinding ink ahead of schedule, and because he had been feeling exhausted recently, he just lazily spent the day and slept happily by the stream. As a result, it was difficult to fall asleep when he returned to the bamboo house at night.
While he was squinting his eyes and thinking wildly, he suddenly heard a rustling sound in his ears. He was also excited in his heart, and he opened his eyes a crack without saying a word.
Because the bamboo house is dark and humid, it is customary to light a candle in the house when sleeping at night. Although the light from the candle was weak, it was enough to illuminate the room, but at this time, the bamboo house in front of Qingjing was completely dark!
This bamboo house is built with black bamboo, so it’s understandable that the color is dark. But its inner wall had long been polished and polished, and no matter how dim it was, there should at least be some candlelight reflections, but at this time, the inner wall seemed to have completely swallowed up the candlelight, and no trace of its existence could be felt at all.
Qingjing moved his eyes away from the candlelight. After a while, he finally adapted to the dark environment. When he looked at the wall again, he found that the black on the wall was slowly squirming, slowly gathering in front of him. A black figure, although the figure cannot be seen, but its body shape is exactly the same as mine!
Qingjing never believed in ghosts and gods, and he was very courageous. Without saying a word, he jumped up and pinned this thing under his body! But as soon as he took action, he regretted it for a while. He only felt the furry feeling in his hands that made him feel chilled all over!
Although this figure seemed to be controlled by Qingjing, it only lasted for a moment. Before Qingjing could react, it receded instantly like the tide...
Although the contact was only for a moment, how could he forget the pure black velvet that caused itching all over his body? He couldn't sleep again that night, staring with his eyes on guard against the coming of this thing again.
Perhaps because he saw Qing Jing's defense, the furry thing never moved again for several days. Even so, Qingjing still didn't dare to sleep easily, so that later on her eyes were dark and her expression was depressed. She yawned constantly when she was studying ink. She often sat by the stream and didn't know what she was doing...
On this day, Qingjing changed from his normal state and fell asleep when he came back. It didn't take long for him to start snoring.
Sure enough, in the middle of the night, the figure finally couldn't hold it anymore and became ready to move again. It tested several times in a row, and finally couldn't wait to stand beside Qingjing!
Seeing this black shadow, he was about to reach out and touch Qingjing. The latter opened his eyes and shouted loudly. His fingers directly pinched out a few bamboo slices ground into thin paper from under his body and stuck them directly on the black shadow. On the shadow's body!
This dark shadow has been acting in secret, and Qingjing also guessed that it was responsible for his exhaustion of energy! However, this guy acts cautiously and disappears instantly if there is any disturbance. Naturally, he cannot just stand there and wait for him to make a talisman out of thin air.
Since he did not have convenient paper at hand and was afraid of arousing suspicion if he called his disciples to bring it, he could only cut bamboo pieces by the lake as the base of the talisman, hoping that this would have an unexpected effect. Unexpectedly, it did work!
Seeing that he was discovered, Heiying wanted to retreat directly, but found that he could not move at all. He was extremely anxious... Seeing that Qingjing was about to attack him, he screamed indiscriminately, hoping that he had saved Qingjing. For the sake of life, let yourself go...
Qingjing was stunned when he heard the words. He didn't expect that the thing that saved him was actually this thing. However, he looked left and right, but he didn't know what it was, so he started asking questions with this guy, and then he knew about this black shadow. It's called the Black Bamboo Essence, and the hair on his body is a poisonous wadding produced by the Black Bamboo.
This Black Bamboo Essence said that he had no ill intentions, but accidentally discovered that the pure body had neutralized part of the Black Bamboo poison! And I was able to control Qing Jing's body for a short time through this black bamboo poisonous catkins, so I went out to have fun at night when Qing Jing was sleeping soundly. I didn't expect that because of my negligence, I would still be discovered.
Qingjing had a depressed look on his face when he heard this. It seemed that the Black Bamboo Essence had controlled him before he was injured and returned to the house, and he had never noticed it.
Seeing Qingjing's face turn black, the Black Bamboo Essence quickly explained that when he controlled Qingjing, he had to cover his whole body with black fluff, so there was no need to worry about anyone discovering his true face.
No wonder Qingjing often heard from the disciples of Taiyi Pavilion recently about the black-haired monster appearing in the black bamboo forest. He thought it was the black shadow that went out to cause trouble, so he hurriedly made preparations for it, but he didn't expect that it was the black bamboo spirit that controlled him. Ghost, fortunately no disciple discovered that this black-haired monster was his business, otherwise it would be really embarrassing and hard to explain...
Now that the misunderstanding has been resolved, Qingjing unveiled the talisman and made a three-chapter agreement with the black bamboo spirit. Without your own consent, you must never let yourself become this black-haired monster again! The black shadow's head drooped upon hearing this, but he agreed honestly...
One person, one spirit, although it is not the first time we meet, it is the first time we know each other...
