"You tested me all the way, tested me one after another, and then found me such a bodyguard... guard, are you afraid that I will be bored? Master Jingyuan's whereabouts are still unknown. You have a deep relationship with him, so it must be difficult to wait for news.
"
"Hey! Smart!" Qingchi turned around and took out a yellowed booklet and handed it to Wang Li. He immediately stood up and said, "Since you know it well, I won't beat around the bush. As long as you don't do it intentionally on your way home,
There is basically no danger if you go the wrong way. I am really worried about Jingyuan. I am very satisfied with your boy's performance. With this cat, the danger is even smaller. You don't have to worry about encountering special powerful enemies. I'm here
You have some means left on you to protect your life."
Wang Li also stood up and bowed: "Thank you, Master, for your care! But I still have a question."
"Tell me."
"Master, if your disciple just chose to kill her, what would you do?"
"The poor monk will take back the sword art, wash away all your memories of the sword art, and then throw you back." After Qingchi finished speaking, he sighed, "The poor monk has long said that this world is a sea of suffering. But the sea of suffering.
It may not be impossible to produce pure flowers. If you don’t distinguish between right and wrong, and make rash judgments without knowing what is true, then no matter how good and high your ambitions are, it will only make the world continue to be chaotic, and it will be difficult to find peace. In this way,
If a poor monk teaches you sword skills again, wouldn't he be helping the emperor to do evil?"
When Wang Li heard this, he looked astonished, but in fact, he had already expected this.
Qingchi, an old monk who has become a monk on the way, is obviously different from other monks in Bailong Temple. At least Master Jingyuan has been a monk since he was a child, and he does not have as many ideas and tricks as Qingchi.
"In addition, according to the poor monk, you can directly enter the Qi Refining Realm after exercising for at least a hundred days. Don't slack off in practicing sword techniques by then, otherwise if you are slow today, you may achieve nothing in the future. This is the difference,
I don’t know when we’ll see each other next time, and maybe we’ll never see each other again. If you have the intention to be a guest at Bailong Temple again in the future, just stop by and see the poor monk.”
"Master..."
"Okay, stop talking nonsense and take care of yourself! Let the poor monk go!" After saying this, his figure suddenly turned into a ball of golden light and fled away, disappearing from the end of the field of vision in the blink of an eye.
Wang Li looked quietly into the distance, feeling a little sad in his heart.
From this moment on, there are no obvious traces of Bailong Temple on his body except for the lotus growing step by step.
To say freedom may be a bit too much, after all, apart from the stipulated rules and regulations, Bailong Temple, Jingyuan and Qingchi no longer deliberately restrict or restrict him.
However, in front of them, Wang Li still restrained himself and even acted out.
After all, they are elders and strong men, and any actions they take will have a great impact on his future.
More appropriately.
Leaving Bailong Temple means that he no longer has to worry about being a monk and can start a life of his own.
Qingchi's departure now means that he does not need to bear any burden now and can make his own decisions according to his heart.
Come back.
He saw the cat demon staring at him with burning eyes.
However, due to the demon's spell, the cat demon cannot be disadvantageous to him, or even have any thoughts, otherwise there will be immediate backlash.
Therefore, the king carp was not worried or afraid.
He turned around and looked around the ruined temple and the roof full of holes, and said, "Can you repair a house?"
The cat demon is very aware of his current situation. First, he was repeatedly attacked by the people he believed he could entrust, and then he was oppressed by the old monk Qingchi and dared not move. Now, because of the demon spirit curse, his life and death are controlled by Wang Li.
Moreover, maybe the old monk was hiding around and observing secretly at this time, and she didn't have the idea or strength to jump back.
So, she sniffed, wiped her eyes, shook her head and said bluntly: "No. But I have my own place to live."
Wang Li's eyes lit up: "Is it far?"
The cat demon shook his head: "Not far, more than twenty miles."
"Walk!"
Wang Li stood up with his sword in hand and walked out of the ruined temple first.
He doesn't have any good impressions of high-risk buildings in the mountains like ruined temples, because all kinds of inexplicable accidents and troubles always happen in such places. Isn't that what cat demons and scholars are like?
The cat demon was stunned for a moment, then quickened her pace and followed closely. She didn't want to stay in the ruined temple any longer, as it would only remind her of the dirty things she had done before.
However, when following Wang Li, she would inevitably look in a daze and even look blank from time to time.
This is normal. The demonic spell bound her and Wang Li tightly together, and it seemed impossible to think about freedom in the future.
She looked at Wang Li's back and frowned. She heard from the old monk that this young man could complete the physical training in just a hundred days. Such a monk could be considered a genius. Even at such a young age, he kills people without blinking an eye. I don't know if it's okay.
Easy to get along with.
If I had known today, I shouldn't have lost my temper and hurried down the mountain as soon as I transformed.
The cat demon felt a little regretful, but then he couldn't help but think of the scholar, so he couldn't help but grit his teeth like an angry kitten.
"what's your name?"
Wang Li suddenly spoke, and the cat demon was stunned.
"Ling Yue'er."
"Ling Yue'er? Did you choose the name yourself?"
"Well, I live in Lingyun Mountain, so I decided to give my last name Ling. I named Yue'er myself after I opened Lingzhi."
"Where are your parents?"
"I haven't seen it before. I have lived alone since I was a child."
"You should have pretty good talent."
"My bloodline seems to be okay."
"What race are you?"
"Civets are a race that has given birth to a demon king."
"Demon King? What realm?"
"I don't know, maybe he's like an immortal from the human race, right?"
Chatting along the way, Wang Li learned a lot of previously unknown information from the cat demon Ling Yue'er.
The inheritance of the demon clan is different from that of the human race. They obviously have more advantages in this aspect. Using blood as the carrier of inheritance can at least ensure that future generations will not be lost to all living beings because they have no way to practice.
Ling Yue'er only lived as an ordinary kitten for less than half a year. After awakening and receiving the method of racial inheritance, she immediately began to practice. Her bloodline talent is indeed good. In just a hundred years, she established a Taoist foundation and transformed into a human form.
Comparing the life span of a civet cat with that of a human race, she is actually smaller than a king carp now, and is roughly equivalent to a twelve-year-old human lolita.
Of course, the practical significance of this comparison is not great.
Otherwise, she would not have gone down the mountain to find the scholar.
Her understanding of scholars came from the story novels she had peeked at after carefully descending the mountain. She always felt that those stories were very beautiful and desirable. Although most of them had sad endings, there was always a demon who felt that she could
It's the special one.
Wang Li also suspected that those who wrote the stories deliberately used them to lure those young and ignorant little monsters, but this was unlikely. Because most scholars usually had no power to restrain themselves, doing so would most likely result in more losses than gains.
If this is a ploy, the scholar should be replaced by a Taoist priest or other practitioner.
For example, let's say a movie called Flowers of Thousand Bones is released.
Typical human and non-human, mixed with the taboos of master and disciple, wouldn't it excite those little banshees even more? This chapter has been completed!