Han Ling looked at the beam of purple light, and his eyes opened wider and wider. Excitement and fear surged into his heart at the same time, as if it was the first time he heard about "wonderful skills" from Zheng Yu.
Wang Xun's internal energy was like a surging current, pouring into the stone with great force. This small stone absorbed all her internal energy.
Not only that - Han Ling looked at Wang Xun's hand hidden behind the purple gauze - Wang Xun pushed the glowing stone and gently moved his hand back, causing the stone to spin several times in the air. Hanging steadily in the air. Wherever Wang Xun walked, the stone followed her closely, hanging just behind her shoulder.
This was not the result of Wang Xun using his internal power to control it. Han Ling secretly speculated that if Wang Xun used his internal power, the purple light in the stone would instantly dim. But in nearly a moment, the purple light only dimmed a layer.
It can store internal energy with very low loss, and it can also float behind him. This can suppress his internal energy and prevent Han Ling from going crazy again, which is exactly what Han Ling wants. However, this stone is so magical that it must not be an extraordinary thing.
When Han Ling thought about this, he knelt down on the ground without hesitation and bowed his hands to Wang Xun reverently.
"This thing is really magical. Han Ling does not want to take away the love of the original poster, but is willing to exchange all his wealth for it."
Wang Xun glanced at him and chuckled.
"Take it," Wang Xun drained away his inner strength, threw the stone to Han Ling, and said with a smile, "This is just an ordinary rock on Mengling. What I want to teach you is much more than that."
As she spoke, she threw one end of the shawl and the stone to Han Ling and said, "Take it, close your eyes."
Han Ling held the stone in his hand and closed his eyes as told.
He smelled a fragrant wind passing by him, and the silk ribbon in his hand trembled slightly. Wang Xun seemed to be standing on the edge of the eaves, and raised a hand slowly.
Han Ling didn't know why. He groped for Wang Xun's location in the darkness. When Fang turned around, he froze on the spot.
In the pitch-black, visionless darkness, little bits of fluorescence rose up from nowhere. These weak fluorescent lights spiraled up, gradually gathered, and gradually concentrated in one location.
Han Ling followed the trajectory of the fluorescent lights and saw that the sky was full of fireflies. After chasing them for a while, they all invariably settled in one place——
Wang Xun's side.
The fireflies outlined Wang Xun's figure, lingered on Wang Xun's fingertips and clothes for a moment, and then involuntarily gathered in her palm.
The fireflies everywhere became fainter and fainter, but Wang Xun's hand gradually lit up, almost lighting up the darkness in front of Han Ling's eyes. Han Ling was horrified. Just as he was thinking, a voice came from his ear: "Han Ling, open your eyes."
He opened his eyes as he was told, and the shawl in his hand was taken away by Wang Xun, and the world in front of him gradually brightened.
He lowered his head and saw Wang Xun raising a hand and smiling.
She holds a ball of purple fire in her hand, which is bright and warm, and is the embodiment of inner power. Han Ling had never felt such inner strength before, so he couldn't help but get closer.
Then, he suddenly realized that this was the internal power of "Wang Xun".
It was not generated by Wang Xun himself, but through an indescribable method, he gathered the surrounding spiritual energy and condensed his own internal power from the outside to the inside.
Compared with Han Ling's "plundering", this method is much slower, but it is continuous.
What's more, the internal power obtained through this method will not be incompatible with himself. Loosely speaking, this is Han Ling's internal power: Han Ling is generated, Han Ling is absorbed, and Han Ling is used.
But Han Ling hesitated.
If there really was such a technique in the world that could enable people without internal strength to gain internal strength so easily, who in the world would be bullied? Who will be oppressed?
Han Ling stood in front of Wang Xun, one step away from the technique he expected, but he hesitated.
Wang Xun saw his concerns, threw the flame into the stone, and asked, "Why are you hesitating?"
Han Ling said: "I don't believe that there is no price for such a skill."
Wang Xun smiled and said: "There is a price, do you have any choice?"
Han Ling was silent for a while and said, "I'm not afraid of paying the price, but I want to know what the price is."
Wang Xun's smile did not diminish, but there was a touch of melancholy between his eyebrows.
"Han Ling, sometimes it's easier to be happy if you don't know anything."
Han Ling looked into Wang Xun's eyes and smiled softly.
"Master, knowing nothing is more terrifying than death. Han Ling is not afraid of being ruined, but he is afraid that on a 'happy' day, unknown liquidation will suddenly fall on me."
"Han Ling lost almost everything, but there are still people who cannot be lost and things that cannot be forgotten. For these people and things, there is something I cannot sacrifice."
Wang Xun put away the smile on his face, but his eyes did not stay on Han Ling, but looked past Han Ling and landed in the empty space behind him. Her eyes were not focused, but she seemed to take in everything.
"Xiaoyu, you have found a reliable partner."
Han Ling coughed lightly to cover up his embarrassment. Before he could say anything, he heard Zheng Yu's soft voice.
"Sister Fu, Mr. Han has passed all the tests now, right?"
Han Ling was a little surprised. He believed that Zheng Yu could do everything, but "everything" definitely did not include "rocking a wheelchair and climbing to the roof."
Wang Xun couldn't help laughing when he saw him looking around.
"Xiaoyu, when did you wake up?"
She turned to look at the moon, and Han Ling followed her.
But he saw half of Zheng Yu's body reflected in the cold and bright full moon. Zheng Yu's every frown and smile could be seen clearly. If it weren't for the faint silvery color of Zheng Yu in the moonlight, Han Ling would have almost suspected that the person in front of him was the real Zheng Yu.
He remembered a sentence at an inappropriate time: the moon under the sea is the moon in the sky, and the person in front of him is the sweetheart.
Zheng Yu, who was standing in the moonlight, gently raised a hand, pushed one side of his hair tied with a red string behind his ear, and smiled gently. She was too far away, and only Wang and Han could see her. It was really suspicious that it was a trance dream.
"Sister Fu, how many times can I see 'under the moon' in my life? I can't miss this beautiful scenery."
Wang Xun raised his hand and pretended to blow her brains out: "I'm just a poor talker."
Zheng Yu tilted his head, pretending to avoid Wang Xun's "teaching". She raised a pair of gray-blue glowing eyes, and her moonlight gaze fell gently on Han Ling.
"Mr. Han," Zheng Yu's voice was also soft, "don't blame me for not telling you this secret method before. This secret method is called 'Candle Shadow Shakes Red', and only two sisters like me in the world know it."
This candle shadow shakes red, which is a not-so-famous brand name. It is also a long-lost poison in the world. It is famous for "irritating the heart and shortening the life span". Unfortunately, poisons in today's world are all regarded as evil arts. The Hundred Poison Sect has long lost its prosperity in the past, and "the shadow of a candle shakes red" has become a "wonder medicine" in story books.
When it comes to the name of the Ci brand, Han Ling has memorized many songs of "Candle Shadow Shakes Red", but at this time, he only remembers one:
The story about Shangque is: "The two towers are in the middle of the sky, and the Phoenix Tower is cold in spring. Last year, I visited Chen on the night of the Yuan Dynasty and served at the Yaochi banquet. The bead curtains in the Jade Palace were all rolled up. They surrounded the immortals and the Penghu Langyuan. Deep in the five clouds, there were thousands of people. In the candlelight, uncover the Tencel tube.”
Whether it's the luxury of the Jade Palace, the beauty of the bead curtains, or the dazzling lights of thousands of candles, how prosperous and powerful it is? Surrounded by silk and bamboo, gold bottles and jade plates, what a happy and prosperous era it is? But everyone knows that the candles will eventually burn out, and the banquet in the Yaochi will be nothing more than an illusion.
But Xiaque is much sadder. "The passing years are like a fleeting change of stars and frost. Who weeps tonight, my lonely minister, and looks back to Chang'an far away. But the worldly connection is not broken. I am melancholy, and my dream is short. Full of deep hatred, I light the cold lanterns and sound the return geese a few times."
In a nutshell, it is nothing more than waking up from a big dream, feeling a little sad, and seeing the vast white land fall and feel really clean.
Han Ling had some thoughts in his mind and bowed to Wang Xun again seriously: "Master, please tell me."
Wang Xun turned her head. Under the moonlight, her face was somewhat unclear, but the smile on her lips could be vaguely discerned.
"Mr. Han has probably heard of the medicine 'Shake the Red with the Candle Shadow'. This 'Shake the Red with the Candle Shadow' is the intention to reduce your life span. If you practice this magical skill, your life span will be cut in half. "
After hearing this, Han Ling's heart was so excited that he almost lost his balance.
He was only twenty-two years old, and he still had seven years of his life spent in a cage. Now that life has just improved, do we have to spend half of our life to change the future?
If your life span is exhausted, what future will there be?
But if he doesn't practice and has no strength, how can he talk about avenging his family?
Do you want to snatch, rob, or hurt people who are defenseless against him like before?
Under the moonlight, Han Ling lowered his head, his face uncertain. Zheng Yu looked at him and said softly: "Han Ling, you don't need to torture yourself or force yourself. You just need to make a choice that you won't regret. I will be by your side."
Her voice was very soft, but Han Ling felt as if a big stone had fallen to the ground, rolled down the cliff, and shattered into pieces.
"Master," Han Ling raised his head and dropped his knees to the ground, but his back was straight, "Han Ling is willing to join the master's door and practice 'Candle Shadow Shakes Red'. Han Ling will never give up and will never regret it."
After he said this, his heart felt lighter, but he couldn't help but want to shed tears. Han Ling hurriedly lowered his head, and a drop of tear "crackled" fell on the glazed tiles, followed by a heavy rain.
Wang Xun stood in front of him and stroked his hair naturally: "Okay."
At the beginning of his training, Han Ling was very surprised by Wang Xun's martial arts foundation.
For the first time, he met a person who already had a considerable reputation in the world, but had almost no basis for what could be called a "martial arts foundation."
But when Wang Xun guided his practice, he always hit the mark. Such smart people have obviously set foot in the martial arts world, but why have they never practiced the most basic martial arts?
At the end of the training one day, Han Ling couldn't help but ask this question: "The poster is so intelligent in this world, why didn't he practice martial arts when he was young?"
Wang Xun glanced at him and said with a smile: "Your curiosity is really strong."
She picked up the tea bowl and took a sip, and said leisurely: "When I was young, my father... Mr. Fu, Mr. Fu, did not allow me to learn martial arts. One sentence he always kept on his lips was: 'Once you enter the martial arts world, you will be able to learn martial arts. I can't get rid of those entanglements in my life'
"...It's a pity, it's a pity that I finally disobeyed his instructions and entered the world."
She turned her head and handed another cup of tea on the table to Han Ling: "Why do you look like this?"
Han Ling took the tea with some embarrassment - he didn't realize until this moment that the "Great Hero Fu Gong" Zheng Yu referred to was Wang Xun's master.
After half a month, their relationship unknowingly became much closer. Maybe it was Han Ling's courage to give up half his life that touched Wang Xun, or maybe it was the "partnership" Zheng Yu said that made Wang Xun look at him differently.
In short, the relationship between the three of them has become more harmonious these days.
Han Ling's academic journey was very smooth, or rather too smooth. Wang Xun never corrected his posture. At most, he used a folding fan to tap his hands and feet. However, Han Ling was able to figure it out. In half a month, he had mastered the "Candle Shadow Shakes Red" mentality. Law.
Although the amount of spiritual power that could be gathered at present was quite scarce, Han Ling was still very happy.
The sun is shining brightly outside the window, and birds are jumping around and chirping on the green leaves. Han Ling looked at it, feeling fascinated. Before we knew it, it was already August.
The fire is flowing in July, and the clothes are handed down in September. The weather in August has already been autumn for a month, but the lingering power of summer has not dissipated yet.
All in all, they have been living in Clarion City for nearly two months.
Han Ling looked at the scenery outside the window for a while, then turned his head and said: "Master, the sky is clear and the air is refreshing. It's a good time to go on a long trip in autumn."
Wang Xun glanced at him and sighed.
"Han Ling, Han Ling," she closed the folding fan in her hand and hit Han Ling's head hard, "What is there that you can't say directly?"
"I know I can't keep you, and I won't force you to stay here. But you, oh, how can you let me relax?"
Han Ling didn't know why and clasped his fingers in confusion.
Wang Xun opened the folding fan again and leaned on the beauty's couch. Her cloud-like bun hangs down, and the curled three thousand green hair falls layer by layer on her white shoulders, like a crow perched on the white snow, so beautiful that it makes you breathless.
She twirled a strand of hair on her temples and said:
"Do you think I really can't see that you and Xiaoyu are not a couple? Xiaoyu was afraid that I would treat you badly, so she just told such a lie. She is not afraid that I will expose it and confront her. It's better for you. As long as you know this, it will be right for you. It is advantageous for you, even if you knock out your teeth, you will still have to swallow it.
"Han Ling, I have heard Xiao Yu tell you about you. I can also feel the hatred in your heart. I will not advise you to let go of your hatred. Hatred can only last long, and I can't let go of many things myself. But you should Understand that most things do not need to be carried by one person, nor do they need to be faced by one person.
"Your deliberate alienation will disappoint those who have been by your side."
Han Ling was silent for a moment, clasped his fists and said, "Sister Wang Xun, I have always been grateful for your great kindness in my heart, and I am willing to listen to your teachings. Han Ling understands what my sister said. What my sister hopes for is not what Han Ling wants. Can’t do it.”
This was the first time he called Wang Xun's name, and it was also the first time he had a heart-to-heart relationship with her.
"But Ling is not worthy of being compared with Zheng Yu. Zheng Yu is magnanimous and powerful, with a gentle temperament. No matter who he is, his heart will break for her. But Ling is just a useless person. Without Zheng Yu, there would be no Han Ling today.
"Sister, Ling didn't mean to alienate anyone. It's just that all Ling can do is not involve the people around him."
