Ling'erxin said, why don't you say you are stupid?
Master, who has she ever served so arrogantly? And isn’t the god she talks about the master of the Shangguan family, Shangguan Longtu?
Master, she killed countless people in her life, so it was difficult for her to become a Buddha in the end, but this old man Shangguan Longtu saved countless people, and accumulated so much evil virtue, I am afraid that he may become an immortal in the future...
"Then senior sister, you can just see him. Why are you looking for me?" Ling'er stopped. She didn't like this old man either.
Because I heard from my brother that this old man was ruthless and selfless, and he enforced family laws very strictly. Just because his grandson Shangguan Wuji secretly sold a wild ginseng, he chopped off one of his hands!
Wow! How cruel!
Tiger poison doesn't mean it doesn't eat seeds, okay?
How many troubles have I caused? All of them are more serious than stealing ginseng, but my brother will never lay a finger on me!
How many times have you made your master angry? In the end, it was just two spanks with a whisk. Although the whisk made a whining sound, the spanking did not hurt at all...
Fortunately, I am a disciple of the Emei Sect, not his Shangguan family, otherwise no matter how many hands I have, I won't be able to cut him off.
Impossible.
"It's Mr. Shangguan who asked to see you. Really, little junior sister, that old man is so majestic that I even trembled a little while chatting with him. I didn't dare to look into his eyes. You might as well accompany me." Qinghui
whispered.
"Master is also majestic. Why aren't you afraid?" Ling'er said reluctantly.
"It's different... Anyway, I can't tell clearly. You'll know a bird when you see him. Let's go quickly, don't keep the old man waiting." Qinghui pulled Ling'er and quickened the pace.
When the two came to the hall, they saw a white-haired old man standing motionless in front of Master Ciyun's portrait, his body straight and straight, like a javelin.
There was also a boy of fourteen or fifteen years old standing next to him. When he saw Ling'er, he nodded and smiled, looking innocent and harmless to humans and animals.
The young man was wearing a black gown, but it didn't fit well. The sleeves were too long, covering his hands.
I have long heard that the Shangguan family lives a frugal life, but they are not so frugal, right? These are the leftover clothes worn by the eldest child, right?
"This is a place that connects the universe in dreams, and you can escape from Zen to achieve true success; here are heroes in the world, who have ascended to heaven without ever learning Buddhism." The old man said without looking back, "Whose handwriting is this? He wrote down the whole life of an old friend!"
"Qing Ling, a junior disciple of Emei Sect, pays homage to Mr. Shangguan!" Ling'er said crisply.
"Well, you are Ling'er." The old man turned around and was slightly surprised when he saw Ling'er's appearance. Why is she really a little girl?
"Old man, are you healthy!" Ling'er gestured to bow down.
"That's all, no need to be polite." The old man waved his hand slightly and lifted Ling'er up with a gentle force.
He is the legendary Shangguan Longtu. He has white hair and a red face. He should be seventy years old, but he only looks like he is fifty.
He has a clear face, bright eyes, and looks really majestic.
"Old man, you summoned the juniors to come here, but do you have any instructions?" Ling'er means that if you are fine, I will go first.
"Please, Master Qinghui, please find a quiet place and let's chat." Shangguan Longtu was very polite to Qinghui, because although Qinghui is a junior and young, she is already the leader of the Emei Sect.
He is considered equal to him.
"Oh, this is my grandson Shangguan Wuji. Wuji, I have met your sister Ling'er." Shangguan Longtu introduced the two of them.
"Sister Ling'er, I've heard of you for a long time, but I didn't expect you to be so good-looking at such a young age." Shangguan Wuji bowed deeply to Ling'er and smiled with white teeth.
"Are you Wuji?" Ling'er was surprised. She didn't expect that Shangguan Wuji was so young. She thought she was an adult... What about his palm?
"Sister Ling'er, do you still know me?" Shangguan Wuji loves to laugh and won't talk if he doesn't laugh.
"Of course I know, your hand..." Ling'er looked at his long sleeves and thought to herself, no wonder his sleeves were so long. They were supposed to cover his disability, but he didn't know whether his left or right hand was broken?
"I was naughty when I was a child, and my hand was injured and amputated." Shangguan Qiji stretched out his left arm, and it turned out that he only had a bare wrist. It turned out that he had lost his left hand.
"Does it hurt?" Ling'er went over and took his arm, caressing it gently, feeling sad for him.
"It hurt when it was first broken, but it no longer hurts now." Shangguan Wuji said with a smile.
"You can follow me to Yanyun County later and ask my brother to help you and see if I can help you with a hand." Ling'er felt that her brother Xiao Chen was omnipotent!
"No." Shangguan Wuji smiled and said, "I have an extra hand, one is enough."
I don’t know what he means by this? Are you still afraid that your second grandfather won’t agree? Then he is too cruel.
"Ling'er, have you mastered the Emei Flying Sword?" Shangguan Longtu interrupted the chat between the two.
"It doesn't count as a master, I just know how to do it a little bit," Ling'er said.
"No way!" Qinghui said loudly, "Little junior sister, you must have mastered it, otherwise you can teach me? There is also that rusty sword that no one can pull out, but Ling'er, you pulled it out with just one move.
Everyone witnessed it with their own eyes, and you almost killed Nangong Liuzi!"
There were three black lines on Ling'er's forehead, and she thought to herself, Senior Sister, Senior Sister, can't you just say a few words less?
"Oh?" Shangguan Longtu's face instantly darkened, and his tone became stern, "Nangong Liuzi made an unintentional mistake, but it won't lead to death!"
"Yes, that's why I didn't kill them." Ling'er was angry in her heart, but convinced on her lips. It's just for the sake of fat brother that I, Ling'er, will give you a few points, otherwise I will ignore you!
"Well, it's good if you can control your anger." Shangguan Longtu nodded, his tone slowed down, "Ling'er, I am your master's old friend, and I am just here to give you a few words of advice. Don't blame me for being troublesome. Emei Flying Sword
It is the most powerful killing weapon in the world. If you cannot control the murderous intention in your heart, the consequences will be disastrous."
"Don't worry, old man, I won't kill people randomly." Ling'er said.
"Well, I don't think you can either. Master Ciyun is so accomplished in martial arts, but she never mastered flying swords in her whole life. Maybe it's because she killed too much in her life... so God didn't teach her how to master it.
"Shangguan Longtu said, "It's just because all powerful martial arts mental methods contain demonic nature. If the demonic nature is present, it will eventually be a disaster!"
"Old man, I don't understand what you are saying!" Ling'er said to her heart, "Do I look like a little devil? No way, I am so kind and cute."
"Is it because you don't understand, or does your inner demon not understand?" Shangguan Longtu suddenly waved his sleeves, and a gust of wind hit Ling'er's face, making her instantly feel suffocated and out of breath!
Subconsciously, he tapped his toes and quickly backed away, all the way out of the hall.
"Ha, your little girl is so good at Qinggong!" Shangguan Longtu waved his sleeves at Qinghui, and the long sword hanging on Qinghui's waist came out of its sheath and fell into his hand.