When I got closer, I found that the faint light was actually a small ball. I wonder if it was an illusion. The ball seemed to tremble slightly, as if it was disturbed.
Tang Ling stopped in time, not daring to get too close. She subconsciously held her breath and stood a few steps away from the ball, watching.
Unexpectedly, the trembling of the ball became more and more obvious, as if it had been greatly stimulated, and it vibrated violently like a motor. In Tang Ling's horrified eyes, it "swooshed" into Tang Ling's forehead.<
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Tang Ling closed her eyes with an "ah" sound, and then opened them again. What she saw was a carved hollow bed board covered with a flowing blue gauze curtain.
"Miss! You finally woke up!"
The gauze curtain was opened from the outside, and Yao Yao rushed to Tang Ling's bedside with tears on her face, "Miss, you have been in a coma for a full month!"
The eyes that had just woken up were a little confused, and when they finally focused on Yao Yao, Tang Ling finally regained consciousness.
She thought of the sword that struck her, and covered her chest reflexively.
"Miss, your injury has recovered." Yao Yao saw Tang Ling's movements and guessed what she was thinking. Like pouring beans into a bamboo tube, he recounted what happened after she was stabbed that day.
It turned out that the senior brother named Song Nan went crazy while practicing martial arts, and he lost control and injured Tang Ling.
This alarmed several elders who were still sitting at the main entrance to supervise the disciple recruitment meeting.
"First, the headmaster and Elder Lu came in person, and then they called the elders of the Dan Sect, but there was no way. Because Senior Brother Song was too ruthless and went straight to the fatal point to get it, and Miss, you are a mortal who has not practiced at all, you are no better than
You have a monk's physique, but you were hit by a monk's sword. At that time, no one could save you, and when you almost gave up, your injury healed on its own!"
It was clear that he was helpless and helpless one moment, but when he went to check the injury the next moment, the fatal wound on Tang Ling's chest healed spontaneously.
Yao Yao recalled the expressions of the three elders at that time.
Lu Qingfeng, Elder Lu's face was somewhat solemn.
But the headmaster and the elders of the Dan Sect subconsciously looked at Lu Qingfeng first.
After staying here for a month, the news about the young lady coming in through the back door has spread widely. Now that Yao Yao thinks about it, she feels that the expressions on the two elders' faces when they looked at Elder Lu were clearly one of surprise and understanding.
Are you wondering about the young lady's resilience, and why do you understand why Elder Lu would accept a girl with the lowest spiritual roots as his disciple?
However, Elder Lu must not know this at all, because she has been with the young lady since she was a child, and has had many encounters with her, and has never found that she has such a physique.
"Miss, do you know why this is?"
Tang Ling's face was full of doubts, but he suddenly remembered the bright light he saw before he opened his eyes.
"A month ago?"
Tang Ling murmured to himself, "So I walked through that darkness for a month?"
No, maybe I have been looking at that bright light for a month.
Isn’t it said that there is a big difference in time between dreams and reality?
Could it be that the darkness and the ball that shot into his forehead were just dreams he had when he was in a coma?
But...what is this amazing resilience?
Is it related to the ball?
Regardless of whether it’s related or not, it’s good to survive.
Tang Ling thought that although her life was not very successful, she would never want to give up her life in vain.
Afterwards, the leader who came after hearing the news took the elders of the Dan Sect to check Tang Ling's injuries. After confirming that Tang Ling had recovered, he gave some instructions and gave him another bottle of wound medicine before leaving.
"Good guy, Elder Lu is so proud."
After the two left, Tang Ling took the wound medicine and thought about the leader he had just seen. He was just like the one in the TV series, with a long white beard and a face full of righteousness and compassion.
Coupled with the caring in his words and deeds, Tang Ling couldn't help but think of his grandfather.
It’s just that the Danzong elder looks young.
He was obviously a doctor and assistant, but he looked like a sick man who would collapse in the wind.
When checking her injuries, her slender wrists were dangling in her sleeves, and her expressionless face had sunken cheeks, which looked particularly scary.
"I have inquired about it. The elders of the town sect of the Lingxian sect have the highest status, followed by the head of the sect, followed by the sect elders, and finally the coaching elders of each sect."
Yao Yao told Tang Ling all the treasures of news he had heard in the sect this month.
"The coaching elder is responsible for teaching disciples, the five sect elders are in charge of the five sects, and the master is in charge of the entire sect. The town sect elders do not have any chores on weekdays. They only need to come forward when the sect is in need. It can be said that each cultivator
The elders of the sect are all bet-level beings. Unless there are some relatively large-scale activities, they are almost never seen in the sect on weekdays."
It seems that she really has a very big and strong backer.
"Why didn't Elder Lu come?"
"Miss, you should call me Master now." Yao Yao said with a smile, "The elders of the town sect usually use the resources provided by the sect to practice in seclusion. After all, their strength is also the confidence of the sect. Elder Lu sees that you are helpless
After that, I went into seclusion. Before I went into seclusion, I asked...Senior Brother Song to take good care of you."
Tang Ling was shocked.
"Which Senior Brother Song? The one who stabbed me through both sides?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of striding footsteps came from outside the door.
The footsteps stopped in front of the door.
The two people hurriedly looked around, and the sunlight in front of the door was blocked by a tall figure.
Long white robe, peach wood hairpin.
The jade-faced boy's eyes flickered, like a sharp sword flashing with cold light, piercing straight towards him.
Tang Ling exclaimed and shrank into the bed.
Yao Yao hurriedly comforted her.
"Don't be afraid, Miss. Elder Lu has placed a restraint on Senior Brother Song. He can't hurt you."
"Then, then...then what is he here for?"
Tang Ling's ears rang with Yao Yao's words just now, "The senior brother named Song Nan went crazy because of his martial arts practice, and he couldn't control himself and injured the young lady..."
Fart.
She was close enough to see clearly.
Although it was only for a moment, the way the young man looked at him when he stabbed him clearly contained indescribable hatred.
Just like now, is this look the way normal people look at girls?
Could it be the hatred between the original owner of this body and the young man?
She has no memory of the original owner at all!
Song Nan, who was standing in front of the door, looked at the trembling and obviously frightened girl in the bed, with an extremely complicated expression on his face.
A month ago, he woke up from the Lingxian Sect's room and found that he was reborn at the age of seventeen.
In his previous life, he was the most talented and fastest cultivator in the world of cultivation.
Cultivation in the world of immortality is divided into ten major stages from the first to the tenth stage of immortal cultivation. Each stage is divided into three stages: front, middle and last.
Each stage of cultivation reaches the critical point of the next stage, also known as the period of Dzogchen.
The further back you go, the higher the level and the more difficult it is to advance.
Generally speaking, monks who have reached the late tenth stage of Dzogchen will attract thunder tribulations and directly challenge them.
Most ascended monks in the immortal world cannot cultivate to the tenth level until they are more than three thousand years old, and then it takes at least several thousand years to reach the stage of Dzogchen, causing thunder tribulation.
Those who are gifted may be in the minority even when they are two thousand years old.
When Song Nan was a thousand years old, he entered the threshold of the late tenth stage.
If nothing unexpected happens, it won't be long before he successfully reaches the Great Consummation and ascends smoothly after experiencing the thunder tribulation.
Perhaps God saw that most of his life for a thousand years was too smooth, and gave him a disaster at the end.
Tang Ling, his fellow disciple who both studied under Elder Lu Qingfeng, has a Grade A medium spiritual root and is among the best among the monks in the cultivation world.
When he was nearly a thousand years old, Tang Ling successfully broke through the seventh level of Dzogchen and stepped into the eighth level.
Tang Ling was a very high-profile person. He held a large-scale celebration banquet for himself and invited all his relatives and friends, including himself.
At the celebration banquet, she was like a proud peacock, asking him to become a Taoist couple for cultivation for the first time in a thousand years.
Song Nan refused.
His experience of wandering as a child made it difficult for him to get close to anyone.
He has never liked anyone, let alone the arrogant and domineering Tang Ling.
But this time Tang Ling became angry from shame.
"Why! I'm obviously almost catching up with you! The most qualified woman in the world of cultivation to cultivate with you is me!"
Song Nan didn't say much, turned around and left.
But when he turned around, Song Nan was suddenly hit hard in the back.
The moment he fell to the ground, Song Nan still didn't understand what happened.
In his increasingly blurry vision, Tang Ling bent down and lifted his chin with his hand.
"Mr. Song, you never know how much I have sacrificed for this broken spirit root and for my cultivation! You forced me to do this."
Tang Ling drugged the food.
Song Nan felt a pain like tearing his body in a daze.
The pain lasted for a long time, and during the pain, he thought many times that he would not be able to hold on any longer.
When he finally calmed down, Song Nan woke up and found that his cultivation had faded and the spiritual roots in his body were completely useless.
Once your spiritual roots are destroyed, you will no longer be able to practice unless you practice demon cultivation.
However, immortals and demons are incompatible from generation to generation, and cultivating demons means becoming the enemy of the entire world.
He didn't know what happened, but he was sure it had something to do with Tang Ling.
But it is absolutely impossible for him to kill his enemy with his own hands.
From that day on, Song Nan returned to the days when he was a street kid.
When his defeated generals and competitors learned that his spiritual roots had been destroyed, they came one after another to humiliate and ridicule him.
Those female nuns who were rejected by him looked at him from admiration to disgust, and some even proposed to treat him as their male favorite...
Once I fell into despair, the previous thousand years of cultivation seemed to be just a prosperous dream.
Until the end, Song Nan, who had suffered so much humiliation and torture, finally died of scars in a deserted place.
So when he woke up, he heard that his enemy from the previous life had arrived at the back door of Lingxian Sect.
When he saw the figure jumping out of the carriage, he couldn't control his anger and stabbed him with a sword.
I never thought that she would survive the disaster and actually survive.
Song Nan couldn't help but hold the hilt of the sword at his waist.