At this time, the woman with a panicked look on her face and holding herself delicately seemed to be far different from the stubborn figure eight years ago.
He even felt anxious for a moment.
Why does Tang Ling...seem to be somewhat similar to her previous life?
"Lin Ping, protect me." Tang Ling's voice sounded in his chest again.
Song Nan unconsciously got goose bumps all over his body, and suddenly felt that the woman in front of him was extremely strange, as if she had the face of Tang Ling, but she actually had a different soul inside.
Just like he is now disguised as Lin Ping.
As for why Song Nan cast a spell to disguise himself as Lin Ping, the matter begins eight years ago.
Eight years ago, Song Nan left the Lingxian Sect and went down the mountain for trials. The first place he went to was the Ghost Clan Continent.
At this time in his previous life, he was still in retreat at the Lingxian Sect. When he came out after the retreat, the weapon refining competition had already ended five years ago.
But what happened during the weapon refining competition has been circulated for five years.
I still remember the regret in Lu Qingfeng’s tone when he told him this.
"Your forger has been depressed for five years, and his good disciple Wei Zhiming died tragically at Zhenchao Pass!"
Wei Zhiming has a D-level low-level spiritual root, but in his previous life, he was accepted as an elder disciple by the elder of Lingxian Sect's Weapon Sect, Tie Mo.
And Wei Zhiming lived up to the expectations of forging ink. With his talent in weapon refining and hard training, he won a place as a disciple of the Lingxian Sect to participate in the century-old weapon refining competition.
However, during this weapon refining competition, a large number of people possessed by monsters suddenly appeared out of nowhere. These monsters were extremely resentful and powerful, and almost killed all the people in Zhenchao Pass.
Blood flowed into the river at Zhenchao Pass, dyeing the turbulent sea water in front of the city gate red.
Wei Zhiming was also possessed.
And the one who possessed him was the leader of that group of monsters.
So later, he was killed by the disciples of various sects.
Because there were so many people taking action, when the disciples of the Lingxian Sect claimed the body, they almost didn't recognize it - the body was so bloody that it was impossible to identify the human being.
After investigation, it was learned that these monsters were all Nangong family spirits who had escaped from Fengdu.
They had been imprisoned in Fengdu for nearly a thousand years and had been silent for nearly a thousand years, but they suddenly rebelled for unknown reasons.
No one will know anymore.
Because the riot was stopped, it was thanks to Tang Ling's timely notification to Lu Qingfeng, who brought several town elders to help, that they were able to drive out all the monsters.
All the spirits of the Nangong family were wiped out in this riot, and no one was left.
That would mean that one’s soul would be scattered, and one would never be able to die again.
A few years later, he went down the mountain to practice and was in need of a weapon. When he was passing through the Fengdu continent, he thought of the famous ghost market in the human world. He went there on a whim and met a man who had been reluctant to enter reincarnation.
Spirit.
The streets of Fengdu Ghost City are full of wandering spirits. These wandering spirits cannot see the light of day. Therefore, the ghost market is also shrouded in barriers, blocking the sunlight and can only be illuminated by lights.
Various lanterns of different styles and colors are hung on the roadside, on trees, in front of shops, and the long street is brightly lit, reflecting a dazzling glass above the dark boundary.
There are various vendors and shops on both sides of the street, vying to sell and bargaining with customers from all over the world.
Although it is a ghost market, it is full of human life.
Later, he wandered through many famous mountains, rivers and human landscapes: he visited the green mountains and green waters of the Wansen Continent, high gorges and flat lakes; he saw the underwater world of the South China Sea Continent, and the paradise surrounded by the blue sea... But none of them were as good as what he came to on a whim.
The little ghost city left a deep impression on him.
After many years, Song Nan can no longer remember whether it was the scenery at that time that made him remember it so deeply, or the spirit at that time.
The spirit was encountered in a remote place with few people.
Song Nan spent half a day picking out weapons. He was dazzled by the sight, but never found anything he liked. Until he saw a stall under an old willow tree, illuminated by a lonely green lamp. At first, he just thought it was secluded here and wanted to take a rest.<
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The stall owner was slumped in boredom on a worn-out rocking chair that looked quite old. As he slowly rocked, the rocking chair made a rhythmic "squeaking" sound.
The stall owner's face was covered with a book. When Song Nan's footsteps stopped in front of the stall, the book fell to the ground with a "clack", revealing an old face that seemed to be older than the rocking chair.<
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The two dull eyes on the face suddenly became bright and shiny after seeing Song Nan's appearance clearly, as if they had been cast by magic.
"This little friend is so handsome!"
Song Nan was still young at that time, and because he had been in seclusion for many years, he had very few interactions with people. He had already seen how some senior sisters and sisters of the Lingxian Sect were "crazy" about his appearance, so he praised others for his appearance.
I was extremely sensitive to such words, so I habitually turned cold and took half a step back.
"I feel friendly when I see your appearance. We are destined to be together, will you accept me as your teacher?" Na Ling's eyes fell on Song Nan's feet who took a half step back and sat up straight.
"I'm just here to pick out a handy weapon." Song Nan felt baffled, then became wary again, and suddenly didn't want to stay here anymore.
"You have the foresight to choose my booth!" Na Ling had already stood up and began to proudly introduce his weapons.
"Look at this knife, this sword, these hidden weapons... Just tell me what you want. Although our stall is small, we have everything you want. Even if you don't have it, I can make it for you. I guarantee your satisfaction!"
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"Can you make it?"
Only then did Song Nan become a little interested.
"What a joke, how else do you think this stall full of weapons came from?" Na Ling sneered.
The stall is indeed not big, just a square piece of rag spread on the ground, and various weapons are placed haphazardly on the stall.
Song Nan casually picked up a long sword, unsheathed it, and with a clear sword clang, the bright sword light burst out uncontrollably, illuminating Song Nan's dark eyes.
He gestured twice almost impatiently and found that the sword body had smooth lines and although it was light, the blade was extremely sharp and could easily pierce the boulders on the roadside.
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"Good sword!" Sheathing the sword, Song Nan had already planned to buy this sword.
"Good swordsmanship!"
The spirit followed him and said.
"This sword is so light but extremely sharp. What material is it made of?" Song Nan said.
The spirit's eyes suddenly dimmed, and he opened his mouth and spit out three words, "Human soul."
Song Nan's hand holding the sword tightened.
Na Ling then laughed again and patted Song Nan's tense shoulder, "Just a joke, just a joke, why are you so nervous?"
Song Nan looked at him speechlessly, feeling that there was something wrong with this spirit, or there was something wrong with it.
"What I mean is that this sword was forged with all my hard work during my lifetime. After it was forged, I was gone and turned into a lonely soul. I put so much effort into this sword. If I say it was forged with my soul, it doesn't matter.
Isn’t that an exaggeration?”
"Did you die trying to forge this sword?" Song Nan frowned.
"That's not true."
"..."
"But it is true that I died not long after the sword was forged." Na Ling said again, "Stop talking about this, which weapon did you choose?"
"How can I sell this sword?" Song Nan raised the sword in his hand.
This makes him very easy to use.
"The weapons in my stall are only sold to those who are destined." Na Ling said, "I don't want your money, but there is one condition."
"What conditions?"
"How many days do you plan to stay in Fengdu?"
"Choose a suitable weapon and leave." Song Nan glanced at the sword in his hand, "Maybe we'll leave tomorrow, maybe we'll leave later."
"You really think highly of me." Na Ling instantly understood what he meant, which meant that the weapon he chose was probably this sword.
"Young man, when you go to a place, don't be so purposeful." Na Ling stretched out his arm in a very familiar manner, trying to wrap his arms around Song Nan's shoulders, but Song Nan turned aside to avoid it.
"What are your requirements?" Song Nan said with a straight tone and a cold face.
"Young people are old." Na Ling muttered dissatisfiedly, then put on a smile again, "Can you be my apprentice?"
"I already have a master." Song Nan said.
"Oh? Which one?"
Song Nan didn't reply and looked at him coldly.
Na Ling put away his smiling face and said, "Why are you so defensive? Okay, I won't accept you as a disciple, but the condition is that you stay in Fengdu for a few more days and treat me to a few big meals!"
When he was wandering in the past, he had seen all kinds of weird people, but he still couldn't figure out what the spirit in front of him was thinking.
"Okay."
If you can't think of it, just don't think about it. I'm sorry that he can't do anything to himself.
Song Nan, who had just come down from the mountain, thought of this.