Yuwen Haosheng was stunned. The moment he let go of the long sword, he felt that his whole body was restrained by a domineering aura. His whole body was as heavy as a thousand pounds and he could not move. He could only watch the long sword flying towards him.
In vain, the long sword stopped less than an inch away from Yuwen Haosheng's eyebrows, and the spiritual power surging on the sword made his clothes tremble. The speed was so fast and the spiritual power was so powerful that it stunned several people in an instant and made them forget their words.
"You are no match for me." Chang Ling repeated this sentence. As he collected his spiritual power, the sword suddenly relaxed and fell in front of Yuwen Haosheng with a clatter.
As the aura that restrained him disappeared, Yuwen Haosheng staggered backward and almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, Xia Wei quickly stepped forward to support him.
On the snowy ground, the sword blade flashed a cold light in the cold air, reflecting Yu Wen Haosheng's somewhat stunned face, and unknowingly a layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He knew that his cultivation level was not as good as Chang Ling's, but he never thought that the gap between him and him was so huge, that it was even said to be insurmountable.
Yuwen Haosheng came to his senses, glanced at Chang Ling with hostility, and then bent down to pick up the long sword on the ground. Chang Ling also felt that he was too aggressive, so he reached out to give him a hand, but he didn't appreciate it.
"My cultivation level is not as good as yours." Yuwen Haosheng glanced at Chang Ling again, his eyes still filled with a bit of arrogance: "But in other respects, you may not be my opponent."
"When I first met you, I was grateful for the kindness of drawing the sword. Today, I have no intention of competing with you for victory." Chang Ling still held his hand and pulled him up with all his strength.
The warm touch spread to the palm of his hand, which also made Yuwen Haosheng very surprised, but he did not show any more signs and directly shook off Chang Ling's hand.
Chang Ling smiled and did not get angry, but slowly withdrew his hand.
This is Chang Ling, who has been influenced by Yuntian's thoughts of helping the world since childhood, and has always maintained the principle of humility with others. It is not that there is no fighting, but there is no fighting. A humble gentleman, as gentle as jade, must also have the capacity to encompass all things.
But Lan Sheng could not tolerate others "bullying" Chang Ling, so he cursed Yu Wen Haosheng: "Are we familiar with each other? Even if you are better than Chang Ling in everything, I will not go down the mountain with you..." He He grabbed Chang Ling's arm and started scolding people relentlessly. In the end, Chang Ling stopped him to save his face.
Chang Ling had an indescribable feeling towards this "love rival" who repeatedly made rude remarks. He didn't know whether it was boredom or appreciation for his informal character.
After this episode, the atmosphere among everyone became a little depressed. After everyone said goodbye to each other, Yuwen Haosheng and Xia Wei prepared to get up and go down the mountain overnight.
"You have to leave in a hurry, and I have nothing to give you. Just consider this bag of green lotus fruits as dry food for you on the way!" Before Yu Wen Haosheng left, Lan Sheng handed him a bag of fruits wrapped in oil paper. He didn't forget to bulge his cheeks before handing it out.
"Senior sister gave this to me, so you should eat sparingly." Lan Sheng puffed out his cheeks and said vaguely. As she spoke, she took out another green lotus fruit from the oil paper bag and stuffed it into her mouth, and finally handed it over to Yuwen Haosheng reluctantly.
Yuwen Haosheng took the green lotus fruit, glanced into the oil paper bag, then looked at Lan Sheng, and nodded slightly towards her. His lips trembled, but in the end he didn't say any words of farewell. He just said "take care", and then turned around and went down the mountain with Xia Wei.
After sending Yu Wen Haosheng away, Lan Sheng stretched out. He had had enough of being annoyed by him, and suddenly felt a lot more relaxed. She gently licked her oil-stained lips with the tip of her tongue. The fragrance of fruits still remained on them. She was quite reluctant to part with those green lotus fruits. The fried fruits were very delicious.
Immediately afterwards, she grabbed Chang Ling's arm with her big oil-stained hand, and said coquettishly: "Senior sister, there are still a lot of green lotus fruits there. I want some more to eat." She said that her eyes were still wet. Forget the thief and spin around in a circle.
"Junior sister said, I still have a lot over there. If you want to eat, just grab it." Zhuling came from behind, she touched Lan Sheng's head and said with a smile, making Lan Sheng's eyes sparkle. Fortunately, Chang Ling held her back, otherwise she would have left a few oily fingerprints on Zhuling's arms.
Lan Sheng glared at Chang Ling with disdain. Seeing Chang Ling staring at his wrinkled sleeves, he said dissatisfiedly: "I will wash your clothes for you!
"She patted her chest solemnly, and then a clear oil handprint appeared on her chest.
The three of them chatted and laughed all the way back to the Rising Sun Palace. Immortal Yunxu was not here and there was no one to control them. The atmosphere in the Rising Sun Palace became much more lively.
In the early morning of the next day, when the sky was still foggy, a flexible black figure flashed into Chang Ling's room, pinched Chang Ling's nose and face, and forcibly pulled him out of his sleep.
"Lan Sheng?" Chang Ling opened his eyes dimly and saw Lan Sheng's extremely "exquisite" painted face.
Lan Sheng nodded quickly under Chang Ling's amazed gaze. She got up early in the morning, tossing around with all the spices and gouache she could find, and finally made herself look completely different.
"Play with me!" In the darkness, Lan Sheng held Chang Ling's hand and looked at Chang Ling with wide eyes.
Chang Ling sighed, he was already being tormented by Lan Sheng, and it was impossible to continue sleeping, so he put on his clothes and got up to wash up. Lan Sheng lit a fire in the kitchen and started preparing breakfast.
In fact, with her current cultivation level, she can already cut off three meals a day, but she still maintains the habit of eating three meals a day. Delicious meals always make her feel happy physically and mentally.
Under the influence of the fire, bursts of white gas overflowed from the side of the pot lid within a short while. In just a moment, several side dishes and a small pot of porridge were placed on the table. In the past two years, Lan Sheng has learned good cooking skills from Zhuling.
After washing up, Chang Ling also came to help Lan Sheng, washing vegetables and watching the fire. After a while of busy work, Lan Sheng brought out the last side dish and trotted all the way to ask Zhuling to eat.
In front of Zhuling's room, Lan Sheng knocked on the door several times, but never received a response. She pushed the door gently and found that it was locked from the inside. She had to call her senior sister a few more times, but still got no response.
After waiting for a long time, just when Lan Sheng was about to give up, Zhu Ling's slightly weak voice came from the room: "I'm suffering from some cold, so I won't get up to eat. You can eat."
Hearing that Zhuling was unwell, Lan Sheng inquired about her condition with concern and wanted to bring her some food into the house, but Zhuling said she had no appetite and only said she wanted to continue to rest. She couldn't help coughing several times while talking. . Seeing this, Lan Sheng had no choice but to return to the kitchen first.
In the kitchen, Chang Ling had already served porridge for them. After learning that Zhu Ling was infected with the cold, he brought some food and went to Zhu Ling's room with Lan Sheng. Chang Ling knocked on the door and called Zhuling several times to express that he had brought some food for her. After a while, the door opened with a creak.
Zhu Ling was leaning on the door frame, her complexion was gray and she looked like she was suffering from the cold, and her thin body looked even weaker. She took the food from Chang Ling and thanked her, while Chang Ling asked her about her physical condition. The weather has been very cold recently, so I had to ask her to get more rest.
After the door was closed, the two of them returned to the kitchen, but Chang Ling still frowned, and after a long time he sighed.
People who cultivate immortality have different physiques from ordinary people and are generally not afraid of wind and cold. Could it be that he was infected by monsters in the Demon Prison? It's just that he didn't feel any evil spirit, and Zhuling's symptoms looked like a cold. After thinking about it, Chang Ling still felt uneasy, so he decided to go to the Medical Immortal Pavilion to grab some medicine to treat colds.
Because he was worried about Zhuling's health, Lan Sheng had no appetite. Looking at the table full of dishes, he just took a few mouthfuls of porridge. Seeing that Chang Ling was going to the Medical Immortal Pavilion, he also put down his bowls and chopsticks and prepared to go together.
At this time, the snow had just begun to fall, but the sky was foggy, with just a little light shining through. The two tightened their cloaks and went out. They didn't say anything along the way, and their footsteps meandered to the entrance of the Medical Immortal Hall.
Since the war with the demons began, the Medical Immortal Pavilion has become less deserted than before. Every day, many disciples injured in the battle with the demons lie in the pavilion. The moans one after another also imply the tragedy of the war.
The two of them stepped into the Medical Immortal Pavilion, but could not find Medical Immortal Cheng. They must have gone down the mountain for medical consultation. At this time, there were only a few doctor-looking people in the hall, wandering among the beds, busy taking care of these injured disciples, and no one even noticed Chang Ling's presence.
After waiting for a long time, Chang Ling found an opportunity to catch up with a disciple who was making medicine and expressed his intention to come. The disciple got to know the general situation with Chang Ling. He grabbed several medicinal materials from the Baiyan cabinet and packed several medicine bags in different proportions for Chang Ling. After explaining the usage and dosage, he did not hesitate for a moment. After a break, he was busy cooking medicine again.
Chang Ling didn't bother him much after getting the medicine package. He thanked the disciple and went straight back to the Rising Sun Palace with Lan Sheng. On the way back to the palace, the two happened to meet Du Ce who was rushing to the Tianyun Palace. Several people also He stopped and exchanged a few words.
"Junior Brother Chang Ling, is anyone injured?" Du Ce noticed that Chang Ling was holding a medicine bag in his hand, so he asked.
Chang Ling shook his head slightly and told Du Ce the general situation. Hearing that Zhuling was infected with the cold, Du Ce immediately decided to go back to the Rising Sun Palace with Chang Ling to visit Zhuling. Du Ce quickly urged Chang Ling to hurry up because he had something important to do and was afraid of missing the moment.
On the way, Du Ce told Chang Ling the latest situation about being trapped in the Demon Prison. He turned back to Chang Ling with a hint of joking: "Junior brother Chang Ling, now you have really become the sinner of the entire Yuntian."
The eldest disciple of Yunxu Master forced his way into the Demon Prison in order to save a flower demon who was good at creating illusions, causing the sky to shake. However, Tianzun felt that he was talented and intelligent, so he took the punishment lightly and waited for the Immortal Yunxu to return to the mountain to give him the punishment.
This news has spread quickly, and it caused an uproar as soon as the rumor came out. The disciples also had different opinions. Some said that Chang Ling was trying to seize demon pills, refine demons and hunt for treasures, and some said that Chang Ling was trapped in love and had an affair with a flower demon and had a child. ,etc……
Lan Sheng was annoyed and kept cursing at the rumors. Chang Ling and Du Ce looked at each other and smiled tacitly. He was not surprised by these rumors.
There are all kinds of monsters imprisoned in the Demon Prison, but there are indeed no flower demons who are good at creating illusions. All these rumors are the result of Du Ce's hand and the result of the joint planning between Chang Ling and him. The purpose is to confuse the public and avoid outside speculation. If someone discovers that the Bone Soul Bell is in Yuntian, Yuntian will definitely become the target of public criticism.
