Song Qian Yu Feijian came to Maoshan. Maoshan is not big in scale, with steps leading directly to the Taoist temple on the top of the mountain.
A Taoist boy is cleaning the fallen leaves on the steps. The winter solstice is coming soon. These fallen leaves are the prelude to winter and prepare for the arrival of spring. He raised his head to wipe his sweat, and suddenly found a flying sword parked in the air in the distance, with a young man in green standing on it. The Taoist boy thought he was a senior in the mountains and was about to salute, but when he thought about it carefully, he found that when he went out, he would either ride a crane or a green ox. Some lonely masters also liked to ride a mule.
However, seeing that the other party looked dignified, I thought he was a decent person, so I planned to pick up the broom and go back to report it to the master. However, the corner of his clothes was grabbed by this person, and Song Qian suddenly appeared behind Tao Tong at some point.
"Hey, call your senior brother or master to come out. I have something to ask them." Song Qian said casually.
The Taoist boy nodded tremblingly and hurriedly ran back to the mountain gate. Even the broom in his arms was thrown aside and no one cared about him. Song Qian shook his head, kicked up the broom, and used magic to hold it in place so that it would not fall over.
Two quarters of an hour later, Song Qian was so idle that he began to sweep up the remaining fallen leaves with a broom. Dust returns to dust, soil returns to soil, and when old fallen leaves are spread on the soil near the roots of trees, they will be transformed into new nutrients.
The Taoist boy jumped down the stairs two steps at a time and replied to Song Qian respectfully: "I'm sorry, Master is not available, and he is also very sorry. I hope you can find another master."
Song Qian was silent, stood on the flying sword, paused for a while, as if he had made some determination and flew to Shushan.
At this time, the three people in the inn were running around anxiously, seeing that the appointed time had passed. Ning Qu, in particular, stayed by Jing Yu's side, not taking a break all day and night, with red and swollen eyes and mumbling to himself.
Chen Xueyun slammed the table and went out angrily. He thought that he could not delay it any longer and had to rent a carriage and rush to Baoqi County today to find a better doctor and try to stabilize Jing Yu's injury. Jing Yu's torso was almost completely black, the blood vessels in his limbs were visibly black, his lips were purple, and his face was pale.
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Jing Yu's consciousness drifted through the long night and came to a place that exuded warm light. Although he couldn't see clearly, he could feel that there were memories stored here that had been dusty for many years.
Several memory fragments flew towards him, and a picture appeared in front of Jing Yu's eyes, like a revolving lantern.
"This is..." he blurted out.
In front of him was a handsome young man, about twelve or thirteen years old, with bright eyes, who was practicing swordplay somewhere. The sword's light was like a shadow, surrounded by silver-white gas, and then it thrust forward and shattered a huge boulder.
Jing Yu was very reluctant to admit that this boy with bright eyes was him, but this was the message that his subconscious seemed to instill in him.
"Why do I know swordsmanship? Can't I practice?" Jing Yu kept his doubts and went to look at the next picture.
This time he was not a boy, but a child, with still bright eyes. Jing Yu was confused, where did these dead fish eyes come from? Could it be that they were brought with him when he traveled through time in his previous life?
The child seemed to be leaning on a person, eating candy in his mouth. The person's face was blurry. The more Jing Yu tried to see clearly, the more painful his scalp became, and it felt like a needle stuck in his back. He turned his head, no longer looking at that picture, and turned his attention to other pictures.
The last scene was when he was twenty years old and came to the capital for the first time. At this time, Jing Yu did not expect that he would be snatched away by an alien from the next week. He was just wandering around the capital aimlessly, maybe To make a living, maybe just to go into town.
The scene was interrupted, and more questions kept popping up in Jing Yu's mind. He sat down cross-legged and began to think.
Chen Xueyun borrowed a carriage at a post station, and the three of them took Jing Yu to Baoqi County.
At the same time, Song Qian was on his way to Shushan. He took a deep look in the direction of Baoqi County. He was afraid that it would be difficult to see them again when he returned to the mountain this time.
Baoqi County is located at the southwest end of Qingzhou. It is the largest city on the edge of Qingzhou, and various Jianghu forces have established their bases here. It was not that Song Qian had never thought of this place before he ordered a few people to do so. This is the largest city that is close to Shushan.
Chen Xueyun did not follow the two of them to find the inn, but rushed to the hospital, holding the money bag in her hand. This was their last expense.
Jing Yu was placed on a dry and comfortable bed. Due to financial constraints, only one room was opened. Qiao Xu planned to make a bed on the floor at night, but Ning Qu still refused to sleep. She could hold on for a few more days.
On the way to the medical center, Chen Xueyun was stopped by an old Taoist who was meditating on the roadside. The old Taoist stared straight at the money bag and said bluntly: "That little friend, you might as well give the money to the poor Taoist. Maybe the poor Taoist can help." Let me tell you a fortune."
"No, this is my friend's life-saving money. How can I give it to you, a charlatan?" Chen Xueyun guarded the money bag vigilantly.
"Oh? Your friend, think about it, poor Taoist... Alas, he will die soon!" The Taoist priest looked sad, "It is sad to die young."
Chen Xueyun's anger suddenly rose. He pointed at the old Taoist's nose and cursed: "Fuck you, Shen Shen Nao Dao thought you were so capable. My friend is just in a coma and will not die!"
"Haha, young people, please don't get angry. This poor Taoist is just making a rough guess. If your friend's evil spirit invades so deeply, if he can still survive, he is a destined person." The old Taoist priest stroked his beard and said with a smile.
"How do you know that his evil spirit has entered his body?" Chen Xueyun put down her guard, approached the Taoist priest, and squatted on the roadside.
The Taoist priest didn't look at Chen Xueyun, and just played with the small piece of wood in his hand: "What's the saying? The eyes are the windows of the soul. Of course, a poor Taoist sees with his eyes. In the direction you came from, there is an inn, where The black energy is very strong.”
Chen Xueyun no longer looked down upon this veteran, and immediately knelt down on her knees: "Please save him, senior!"
"Get up, I'm a poor Taoist who won't accept this courtesy. You're not my disciple, so why should you kneel down?"
"Senior, how much money do you need? I am short of money. If you are willing, you can follow us back to the capital to get it." Chen Xueyun did not get up.
The old Taoist priest held his chin in his hand: "I won't accept any money today, so I will save my merits. You lead the way, I have some methods to cure evil spirits."
Chen Xueyun's eyes were filled with silent joy, and he took the old Taoist priest to the inn where he was temporarily staying.
When he saw Jing Yu unconscious on the bed, the old man smiled confidently: "It's not difficult, a few hours will be enough."
Qiao Xu leaned into Chen Xueyun's ear: "What did you find? Isn't this a very common charlatan? Did you read it and read it into the dog's belly?"
Chen Xueyun quickly explained: "This old man is very powerful. He told me that he can see the evil spirit in Jing Yu's body with his eyes. He can treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor. Bring him back and try it. Anyway, there is no charge."
The Taoist priest first used the true energy to enter Jing Yu's body, discharge the turbid energy in the meridians, and guide the evil energy in the body to gather in one place. He fumbled in his pocket again, took out a gourd, beat it up and down, poured out a pill, showed a distressed expression, and fed the pill into Jing Yu's mouth.
"This little kid's meridians are very strange. Compared with ordinary people, they are inverted. Fortunately, he can still insist on practicing with ordinary methods. Who of you is really energetic? Help him guide his energy for three hours. I have a map of meridians here. , use it in reverse to ensure that the medicinal properties of the elixir are exerted before the evil spirit spreads. Pindao can only solve 80% of the evil spirit in his body, but this is enough, and let him practice and resolve the rest." The old Taoist priest pulled out a diagram of the human body structure. Without waiting for everyone to thank him, he disappeared into thin air.
The three of them were relieved. Now Jing Yu was finally saved. They didn't know what the situation was like with Song Qian.
Shushan is one of the top immortal cultivating sects in the entire Da Lindu. It was originally built on a hilltop. Later, after research by generations of leaders, Shushan is now located two hundred feet in the air. Half of the mountain is suspended, and there are suspension bridges connecting each hilltop.
Sitting in the main hall of the main peak of Shu Mountain were four elders and a leader. The leader looked serious and was discussing matters with the elders, but was interrupted by a disciple in a hurry.
"Report to the leader, Senior Brother Song is kneeling at the mountain gate, saying that he is begging the leader to take action to save his friend." The disciple bowed.
The leader of Shushan looked displeased and asked the elders to stay here while he went back.
By the time the leader saw Song Qian, the latter had already knelt outside the door for a stick of incense: "Evil disciple! Why did you come to be my master?"
"Master, I have a friend who was attacked by evil spirits, and the evil spirit entered his body. He is in danger. I beg you to help!" Song Qian's usually cool and unrestrained image has now become humble.
"My teacher only knows that you came down the mountain to find your family, get rid of inner demons, and improve your cultivation. I never thought that you are now obsessed with having fun with your friends and forgetting about your goals. Do you take Shushan seriously? ! Do you take me as your master seriously! Do you know that many of the elder’s true disciples, including your junior brother, are about to pass through the heavenly tribulation. You have practiced for twenty years and are still in the realm of heavenly tribulation. You let I am very disappointed!" The leader scolded.
"I know my mistake, but my friend is really dangerous. He is the only one who can help me find my sister. Master, please take action! I swear, as long as I find my sister, I will live up to Master's trust!" Song Qian said sincerely said.
The headmaster nodded: "Okay, have I ever taught you to use sweet words to deceive people's minds? I'm thinking of your talent and intelligence, so I won't deprive you of your title of disciple. Come! Take Song Qian to the meditation room! Fly him The sword is sealed and returned to the sword tomb in the back mountain!"
"Master! Master! Disciple, please help me just this once!" Song Qian looked excited and kept kowtowing.
"It has fallen into the devil's path and is hopeless." The leader said disappointedly.
I don't know how many hours had passed, but Jing Yu's consciousness began to gather, and there was severe pain in his eyeballs. He first felt the light, and then struggled to open his eyes and saw Ning Qu sleeping soundly next to him. She breathed steadily and said vaguely: "Don't go, don't go."
Jing Yu felt the flow of Qi in his body. It seemed that it was Qiao Xu's skill because he was very domineering. Then there was a picture on the table with the structure of human meridians printed on it. Jing Yu studied it curiously.
The wooden door was pushed open quietly, making a creaking sound. Chen Xueyun was stunned for a moment, then tears filled her eyes and she wiped her tears with her sleeves. He held his breath and was about to speak when Jing Yu on the bed made a gesture of silencing and pointed with his finger at the two people sleeping on the floor and beside him.
So Chen Xueyun took out a pen and wrote on the paper, "You were rescued by an old Taoist priest. The origin of the old man is unknown. He must be a master. He pointed out the problem of your meridians, which is contrary to ordinary people, so you need to use relative methods. Gather energy and practice.”
Jing Yu recalled that he seemed to have the ability to practice when he was twelve or thirteen years old, and his swordsmanship obviously required the guidance of true energy. But why can't I practice in the future? Is this because I traveled through time?
"In order to save you, Song Qian first went to Maoshan and then to Shushan, but he never returned. It is already the sixth day after you fell into coma. We came to Qingzhou from Yangzhou the next day. This is Baoqi County. He was supposed to Came here yesterday." Chen Xueyun continued writing.
Jing Yu felt a little sleepy, so he closed his eyes and continued to sleep.
Chen Xueyun stopped writing, relaxed her tense nerves, lay down on the table, and fell asleep.
Song Qian was locked up in a meditation room and forced to practice. The demons in his heart kept attacking him. In his dream, he saw his sister being killed with a knife, and blood was flowing everywhere. The sister closed her eyes in pain, and at the last moment of her life, she weakly The voice uttered two words that made Song Qian uneasy - brother.
"Why, why, I couldn't protect you!" Song Qian cried.
Jing Yu woke up drowsily at noon and felt the warm breath. He turned around and saw Ning Qu who was sleeping soundly. This startled Jing Yu. Yesterday she was sleeping next to the bed, so why did she run to the bed now. Qiao Xu and Chen Xueyun seemed to have gone out together, and Ning Qu and Jing Yu were the only ones in the house. However, Jing Yu couldn't accept suddenly sleeping with a girl for the time being, so he quietly got out of bed and wanted to go downstairs to eat a bowl of noodles.
Ningqu grabbed the corner of Jing Yu's clothes and said confusedly: "Don't move, I don't want you to get hurt again."
Jing Yu had no choice but to shrink back into bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. He stopped talking and looked at Ning Qu, who fell asleep again.
"Is it really necessary for humans and demons to target each other? Is it my idea that is wrong or everyone else's idea? Ningqu is also a demon, but she is not bad in nature. The imperial court sent me to Lin'an probably to kill her. Why bother? What? The stagnant water in Lin'an has almost been drained out now. In the end, the problem lies with those monsters who tried to invade the Central Plains and used Ningqu's inner flaws to retaliate against Lin'an. I couldn't bear to think about it when the capital's plan was exposed. What are the demon clan going to do to destroy other areas?" Jing Yu said to himself.
At this time Ningqu said: "Thank you for accepting me. I just want to use more spells to help them. I found that when I saw everyone looking happy, I felt happy too. So what you said that day Do you still take it seriously?”
Jing Yu exhaled a breath: "I will take care of your problem. I will solve it for you when I return to the capital. The Dragon King Temple in Lin'an may have been demolished, but what I said that day still stands. They don't believe you. I believe it. It's not just me. As long as it's Everyone in the Dingming Division believes in you. So what if you are not a dragon? You can call the wind and rain, and that is enough. So what if there are no gods in the world? Which of the dynasty changes in history are not driven by tiny humans? All things in nature are Everyone has their own role, don’t deny yourself in a hurry, if you can’t even look down on yourself, how can you get others to accept you.”
He paused for a while and then said: "Actually, I am also very lonely. Don't look at me with a bunch of people around me. Every time late at night, I feel deeply sad. I have no previous memories. I don't know that I Where I come from, I don’t know where I’m going. In a place with surging undercurrents like the capital, if you’re not even sure of your own position, you may be swallowed up by the tide soon. Let the demon join the demon elimination agency, and it will be good for you It's a bit unfair. I think Ding Mingji will be attacked by a wave of public opinion. You have to be mentally prepared. The human world will never be as simple as imagined. On the contrary, I quite like dealing with demons. Maybe I have never seen them before. Because of that." Jing Yu stood up and thought to himself, feeling that he was either drawing a pie or on the way to draw a pie.
Ningqu admired the tall figure in front of her. This human being who was close to her life opened his heart to her, and at the same time opened the door to her heart, giving her an unprecedented sense of security.
Outside the wooden door stood Qiao Xu and Chen Xueyun, who had just returned. They leaned against the threshold and heard all the conversations in the room, covering their mouths and snickering. Just when he was about to open the door for a surprise attack, the wooden door was opened, and Qiao Xu faced a pair of dead fish eyes.
"Hey, we're all sleeping in the same bed, why didn't you do something?" Qiao Xu joked.
Jing Yu looked contemptuous: "How can a young lady like you say such vulgar words? I am handsome and upright, how can I attack a woman casually?"
"I still believe in Brother Jing's character." Chen Xueyun put her hand on Jing Yu's left shoulder.
"Okay, okay, let's get down to business. Song Qian's whereabouts are unknown. The top priority is to find him. Baoqi County is very close to Shushan, right? Get on the road quickly and don't keep him waiting." Jing Yu stepped out of the wooden door and stretched out his hand Stretch. (To be continued)
