Sanbo said that if you don't want Lingxi to be sad, it's best to hide everything that happened in the Demon Killing Pond deep in your heart.
The fewer people who know about it, the lighter my mental burden will be, and the easier it will be for me to capture soul blood in the future.
I think what Sanbo said is quite reasonable, so after returning to Kyoto, I didn't dare to go to Lingxi.
First, I can't accept the reality, and second, I don't know how to face her.
I just want to help her secretly, and then go to Daomen, Xuanmen, Buddhism, Yunzong, and Ziwei to show off my talents.
Whether I can successfully steal soul blood, I don't know.
But obviously, I don't have much time left.
After all the calculations, there are only three months and twenty days left.
But I never expected that Ji Xuanqing would write to Lingxi. As soon as I landed in Kunlun, he sent someone to follow me.
Look at this situation, what should be said and what should not be said should be clearly explained by Master Ji.
The master feels sorry for his apprentice, but he "betrayed" my third uncle and me in a blink of an eye. What can I say?
Fortunately, this way, my originally anxious and fearful mood became calmer.
Because of Lingxi's words "As long as it's you, you're my Suning", my heart felt warm and full of emotion.
She walked in front, her steps brisk, and her mood obviously happy.
I followed behind, my eyes falling on her, and I didn't want to move even half an inch.
Until the mountainside, Lingxi stopped.
In front, there are six old men sitting cross-legged on the ground.
Four men and two women, all dressed in elegant white robes, with silver hair like snow.
Lingxi looked at them and his breathing became rapid.
She clasped her hands and didn't look back, choosing to move on.
The six people did not stop Lingxi, and their cold eyes were all fixed on me.
It was silent and the atmosphere was strange.
After a long time, the long-haired old man holding a jade flute took the lead and said, "We are the ones who keep the Tao."
"According to the rules of the Six Meridians of China, what you did has crossed the line."
"When it comes to the luck training among the younger generations, the masters of each lineage are not allowed to show up to intervene. The elders under the sect can only assist from the side."
"You can't kill Junior Brother Shishi. At least, it won't be your turn to kill him."
"Whether it is Bai Nanxian who is poisoned by a strange poison or Li Muzi who has become an abandoned son of Buddhism, you need to give an explanation for this matter."
"I'll give it to the six meridians, and I'll give it to those who keep the Tao."
The long-haired old man said expressionlessly: "Even someone as strong as Su Xinglan would not dare to break the six-meridian agreement for no reason."
"And you are too conceited."
I put down my shoulder bag and replied with a sneer: "On the trip to the Miao border, the eight elders of the Buddhist and Yun sects joined forces to intercept and kill Kunlun. Where were you when Young Master Lingxi almost died?"
The long-haired old man said indifferently: "Don't blame me if you don't know. This is within the rules."
"If you can do it like them without being noticed and not caught by the law-abiding people, that's your skill."
"It's a pity that you are so arrogant that you blatantly kill people in Kyoto. This is not a wilderness, and we are not blind."
He turned the jade flute over, put his left hand behind his back, then stood up proudly and said: "Your identity is very mysterious. There are only a handful of people in China who have this level of cultivation."
"There is a widespread rumor that you are Ziwei's Xiao Xiuyan. When I saw you today, the rumors were disproven."
"So......"
He chuckled lightly and said with suspicion: "Who are you?"
"Old man Le, why bother talking nonsense with him? After trapping him and tearing off the human skin mask on his face, you will naturally know who he is." A sleepy and lean old man yawned and said: "Mother-in-law, mother-in-law,
Why don't you let me sleep with the old monster and play with him first?"
I thought, "Sleep Monster, isn't this Xie Xiaomao's master?"
I heard from Pei Chuan that there are several old monsters in China who have never left the world, and they have all entered the so-called Sixteenth and a Half Levels of Martial Arts.
He wholeheartedly pursues the way of heaven and dreams of breaking through the shackles and becoming an immortal.
