Strangely, he thought about it later and felt that something was not right.
The Tang Ling he met in the fantasy world was completely different from the one in reality. Yuan Yulang vaguely felt that it was the demon in his heart, but the one who saved him on the edge of the cliff... was clearly exactly the same as the one in front of him.
Talking the same way is not flattering.
Tang Ling snorted coldly.
This guy just cleared her out so casually that he hasn’t even settled the account yet!
But then she suddenly remembered that the reason why she was able to enter his fantasy world, and the snake-like human-faced beast she saw at that time, might all be related to the black cat in her body.
If the black cat is really one of the four great monsters, Dream Eater, no one must know about it.
And the fact that she ran into Yuan Yulang's fantasy world due to the black cat must not be known to anyone.
The difficult thing is that Yuan Yulang has obviously identified himself, staring at her with surprise and confusion, and then turned to a hint of shame.
"You, you, you...you are not allowed to tell others what happened in my fantasy!"
Tang Ling's mind turned and he followed his words and said, "Then what happened to me in your illusion cannot be told to others!"
"Deal!"
After Yuan Yulang responded, he felt confused. It was just that he was afraid of being embarrassed. Why didn't Tang Ling want others to know, and how did she get in?
"I don't know how I got in, but I scolded your master and grandfather there, so it's not good for others to know."
Tang Ling said again, seeing the suspicion in Yuan Yulang's expression disappear, he was extremely happy in his heart.
What a scolding! What a wonderful scolding!
Just thinking of Yuan Yulang's predicament in the illusion, Tang Ling couldn't help but said: "Zhengxian Sect... is actually not bad, why come to Lingxian Sect?"
She inquired that the Immortal Fighting Sect, headed by Yuan Yulang's grandfather Yuan Zheng, was one of the best cultivation sects in Qingcang Continent, and was by no means the kind of sect that Zhao Baoshan said at the beginning was not worthy of the title.
And the comprehensive strength of Qingcang Continent is the first among the six continents.
Why go all the way to another continent if you don’t use this great relationship resource?
"Because the Lingxian Sect has the highest promotion rate in the past hundred years." Yuan Yulang lowered his head and said.
Therefore, it is still for better cultivation.
Tang Ling remembered that in the illusion, among the faces that represented Yuan Yulang's inner demon, the faces of Lingxian Sect disciples and Yan Zhen.
But no matter where he is, these have become a cocoon wrapping Yuan Yulang, binding him firmly.
So tired.
Tang Ling wanted to say something to persuade him, but Yuan Yulang then raised his head, with a little warm light shining in his eyes.
"Also because Qingyun Continent is the place where my father stayed, and I want to come and see it."
Look at the place where this father and mother met, look at the place where the casual cultivator whose mother was deceived by my grandfather said he grew up, and also want to see if I can... meet them here.
Tang Ling was silent for a moment, "Does it look good?"
"Nothing." Yuan Yulang snorted.
I have been practicing in the mountains this year, what kind of ghost can I watch?
Hearing this arrogant snort, Tang Ling smiled.
"In the evening, Yao Yao, senior brother and I will cook a New Year's Eve dinner to keep the New Year's Eve together. I called Junior Sister Qingcheng. It will be more lively when there are more people."
Hearing this, Yuan Yulang blushed.
"Look... let's see how I feel!"
"Okay."
The winter days are short, and the last ray of light in the east is extinguished in the clouds, but the towns and villages at the foot of the mountain gradually light up their lights. Standing on the mountain, they look like bright starlight, continuous and continuous.
Every light is a home.
In comparison, the mountains are much deserted.
Most of the new disciples of the Lingxian Sect have returned to their hometowns. The courtyards on the main peak are dark, but the scene in the Ancient Banyan Courtyard is completely opposite.
"Miss! Quick, quick, add water, add water!"
The time scheduled with Fu Qingcheng and others was approaching, and the New Year's Eve dinner had not yet been prepared. Tang Ling and Yao Yao were busy working in a hurry. It was Song Nan who came to turn the tide and one person cooked several dishes before they were finished. p>
Not to mention, Song Nan's cooking skills were as good as Yao Yao's. Tang Ling secretly ate several bites and didn't stop talking until Fu Qingcheng arrived.
Different from the past, Fu Qingcheng changed into a pink dress, a lotus-colored cloak, and wore a silver hairpin given by Tang Ling in her hair. She looked extremely delicate.
It's just that she hasn't spoken much since she came in. After hearing Tang Ling say that Yuan Yulang might come again, she sat quietly in the corner and waited, which was completely different from usual times.
Tang Ling thought about it and suddenly realized that she didn't seem to like Song Nan that much.
Wherever Song Nan went, she stood up and stayed away, as if she didn't want to get close to him.
What happened between Fu Qingcheng and Song Nan behind her back?
Tang Ling clearly remembered that a few months ago she was shyly surrounding Song Nan and calling her senior?
Tang Ling tried to break the ice, but Song Nan was also a man who didn't like to talk, especially when there was a woman around him.
After several attempts to no avail, the atmosphere in the yard became awkward.
Just as I was about to sit still, there was a commotion in the distance outside the yard.
"Senior sister! We are here to enjoy the meal!"
"Senior Sister Tang! Why did you only invite Xiaoyu and not us? Does it mean anything to us, Xiaoyu?"
"Go, go, go! You are the only one who is smart!"
Yuan Yulang's furious voice sounded. As soon as Tang Ling and Yao Yao stood up, a group of familiar disciples crowded in outside the courtyard.
Tang Ling took a look and saw that most of them were the disciples who had been treated by her during the assessment, as well as the two people in "F3". The words they just said were teasing Yuan Yulang.
"You...haven't gone home?"
Tang Ling said blankly.
"My home is too far away and it would be too troublesome to go back!"
"Hey! I have to look at my father and mother's face when I go back. It's hard to get out, so I don't want to go back!"
"I'm single and don't need to go back!"
Only then did Tang Ling realize that many of these disciples were also cultivators at home, so they were not as quick to return to their homeland as ordinary disciples from ordinary families.
The remaining two people in "F3" originally wanted to invite Yuan Yulang down the mountain to play, but they heard that he was coming to the ancient banyan courtyard for New Year's Eve dinner, so the news spread from ten to ten.
The disciples of Lingxianzhu all want to come and have fun.
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"Senior sister! Thank you for helping me reattach my leg, otherwise I would be a lame now!"
"Sister, can you teach me your method of fighting poison with poison? It's quite effective!"
"Go, go, go! Why should I tell you about other people's craftsmanship?"
"That's right, why don't you call me senior sister, call me master!"
"Get out of here, grandma! Talk to your senior sister! Have you talked to me?"
The ancient banyan courtyard was buzzing with people, and the original awkward atmosphere was instantly broken, and it was as lively as going to a market.
Tang Ling looked at the sincere gratitude and joy in everyone's eyes, and suddenly remembered what Song Nan had said.
"Things and people are constantly changing, and no one can make a final conclusion until the end."
Sure enough.
At least in the eyes of the people in front of me, the name "GuRongyuan Tang Ling" should change a bit.
More people will change their minds in the future.
Definitely.
Tang Ling subconsciously looked for Song Nan, but found that he was already busy with Yao Yao in the kitchen.
Yes, when there are more people, there won’t be enough food.
"One person is responsible for adding a dish. If you don't cook it, you won't be able to eat it!"
Tang Ling cleared his throat and shouted.
"Okay!"
"Okay!"
There was a lively response in the ancient banyan courtyard.
That night, everyone cooked. Of course, there were only a few edible dishes, most of which were dark dishes. However, the whole process of tasting dark dishes was also very interesting. Seeing the poisoned expressions on some people's faces, everyone laughed.
Laugh.
This group of teenage men and women gathered together to eat, drink, chat, and stay together until the New Year. Only then were they satisfied, arms around each other, and staggering away.
The next day, Tang Ling, dominated by habit, endured a headache and got up early, but did not see the figure in black who was leaning under the tree waiting for him every day. When he knocked on the door of the next door, no one answered.
She returned to the tree and stood for a long time, then cheered up again and started running.
Rhythmic footsteps sounded in the silent Lingxian Mountains.
The mountains shrouded in morning mist are silent, and they know it.
This time.
and for many years to come.
There will only be the sound of one person’s footsteps.
*
Early morning.
The sky is bright and clear.
There are only a few stars.
There were many pedestrians on the road, except for a beggar, shivering and rummaging through the garbage on the roadside.
The sound of horse hoofbeats sounded behind.
The beggar slowly turned around and saw a figure in black sitting on a horse in the dim morning light, with a black hat on his head and a sword on his back.
You knight.
Just like myself, I wander around the world and feel at home everywhere.
He was stooped and came forward to beg with his rice bowl in hand.
"Good Samaritan, please give me some food."
I received a piece of silver in the rice bowl.
The beggar's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but talk a lot as he was grateful.
"Sir, not far ahead is the border of Fengdu. The people there... are not normal. You should be careful."
"Youxiaer" nodded, whipped his horse whip, and urged the horse forward.
The beggar kept the money and felt happy.
It’s time to buy a winter coat, a warm winter coat.
On the quiet road, the beggar's leisurely and joyful singing rang out for a moment.
"...I would like to be a wandering child, walking through the mountains and rivers of this world, not envying mandarin ducks or immortals, and not looking towards the human world from the immortal mountains~~"