Chapter 076 The Goddess's Daughter Was Captured by Hei Xiuwei
Yun Lingyuan raised her eyes and looked at the black coffin.
For example, why is the black coffin there? Who is inside the black coffin? She still has a lot of questions, and she hasn't even had a good chat with Leshan to ask them.
Bi Ling Space was a huge place, and there seemed to be many barriers and places. As the master of Bi Ling, she couldn't go there, and she didn't find a chance to ask Leshan properly.
It seemed that there were always more urgent things of this kind or other that occupied her curiosity about Bi Ling and Leshan.
Yun Lingyuan learned from Yang Yuxi's memory that Feng Lingleshan was her mother's master.
Now, mother's master calls her master.
This relationship is really messed up.
Haha, thinking of her face when she lectured Leshan and forced Leshan to kneel down and call her master, she wanted to slap herself in the face.
Leshan knew this a long time ago. She knew clearly, but she never used her mother to oppress her.
Perhaps it was because she thought that she was a person from time travel and that she was not the real Feng Lingxiao'er. However, she didn't know when she started to regard herself as Feng Lingxiao'er. This name and herself are both.
It's blended into this body of flesh and blood, and it's hard to tell the difference.
Now, no one needs to remind her, as long as she remembers that she is the goddess's surviving daughter and shoulders the responsibility of restoring the goddess's palace, she will be filled with enthusiasm.
Yun Lingyuan sat on the ground and imagined the Bilingqin.
It was a guqin glowing with jasper. She stroked it tenderly with pity, and couldn't help but think of the scene when Zi Huo demonstrated the Requiem for her in front of the bookcase.
She suddenly realized that Zi Huo had unknowingly occupied a good place in her heart, to the point where she would miss him even if she saw him. She chuckled helplessly and shook her head, actually having the guts to take advantage of herself.
The feeling of method.
At this moment, I don’t know if Zi Huoping is safe, and I really can’t do it if I don’t want to.
With the magical power of Bi Ling, he stretched out his hand to play the piano, and the requiem song was still so incredibly skillful. He poured out the song and echoed melodiously in the small room.
The requiem was played one after another for about half an hour. Leshan woke up from the bed and asked in surprise, "Master, this is your song?"
After finishing the piece of music in her hand, Yun Lingyuan stopped the lingering sound and said, "This piece is called Requiem for Soul. It was taught by a friend. He said it is a piece of music that can warm the soul. I wonder if it will be useful to you?"
Feng Lingli Leshan nodded and walked over. The state of her soul could be seen at a glance. It became much clearer. Leshan almost said in a grateful tone that she could not help but kneel down with excitement, "This song is of great benefit to me. It is better than
After being protected by the Bi Ling Sacred Tree, I feel that my soul is very good, so I would like to thank the master."
Leshan bowed slightly and bowed. Yun Lingyuan was almost frightened and quickly put aside Qin and knelt down, "Master!"
"Master, you are my mother's master and my master. How can you still call me master? Lingyuan was wrong. Lingyuan is really rebellious. I shouldn't have said that to you all the time.
Please forgive me."
Leshan was startled, then pulled Yun Lingyuan up and said softly
"The master is the master. If you can be my master, it makes sense. You don't have to stick to your mother's generation. I have been restrained by Bi Ling since I was imprisoned here by the previous master two hundred years ago. I have been under the control of Bi Ling for more than 40 years.
He came into the world from Biling Space many years ago, and also
I was ordered by my master to train a new generation of spirit-sealing goddesses for her in the Wanling Continent. In the final analysis, I was just completing the task assigned by my master, but I almost made a mistake and accepted a disciple that I shouldn't have accepted.
Fortunately, your mother lived up to her trust."
"Master..."
As soon as Yun Lingyuan called out this honorific title, Leshan frowned, her almond-shaped eyes and nose became colder, and she interrupted her by saying, "Just call me Leshan."
"But……"
Feng Lingleshan said, "I was already a weapon spirit when my former master accepted your mother as his disciple. I am afraid that you will come after the former master to complete what the previous master has not done. I cannot disobey the master.
The matter of Master is over now, don’t mention it again.”
Yun Lingyuan thought for a moment, "Then don't call me master. If you do that again, I will be really rebellious."
Leshan nodded lightly and did not argue with the matter. Yun Lingyuan quickly put forward her request and said, "I also hope to learn some skills from you. After all, you are my mother's master. You can not only train my mother to become a goddess, but also
You must be able to help me, right? Yesterday you said that I need to exercise my body. How should I do it? Can you give me some guidance?"
"I will do my best to help."
With Leshan's promise, Yun Lingyuan felt a little comforted, and returned to the Peony Wing to rest in the middle of the night. Zi Huo was still not back the next morning, and her worry increased a little, so she stayed in the wing to worry, so she simply
Enter Biling Space and learn something from Leshan.
Unexpectedly, when Leshan saw her, she said with a solemn and cold face, "Go out, your heart is not here."
"..."
indeed.
It's been two days and Zi Huo hasn't come back yet. Yun Lingyuan is already restless, full of worries that she can't hide.
"You must escape unscathed and return safely...even if...it doesn't matter if you make me wait a little longer."
She spoke sensibly, wearing Zi Huan's favorite light green skirt and Bi Ling wiping her forehead, looking forward and looking forward to it, feeling like she was fried.
Yun Lingyuan had been in a bad mood for the past two days, and she didn't even notice that the lobby of Zuixianglou, which was usually half full, was actually full today. She sat alone at a remote table and waited for Ouyang.
Mu ate together, originally just wanting to be quiet, but unexpectedly, the sound coming from the table still reached his ears clearly.
The voice was a bit surprised, "Do you know? It turns out that the daughter of the goddess is not dead!!"
The word 'daughter of the goddess' was too sensitive. Yun Lingyuan immediately became vigilant and looked towards the table. She saw a group of monks in mixed colors. They were chatting at the dinner table and no one paid any attention to her.
The man continued, "It's really tragic. This girl must have been hiding in Tibet for more than ten years and managed to save her life. Then she was caught by the black repair guards and taken into the black arena as soon as she saw the light."
The Black Arena is an underground martial arts arena for martial arts in the Wanling Continent. There are many desperadoes, many desperate monks, or regular spiritual masters who may devote themselves to spiritual stones, spiritual weapons, and spiritual objects.
Go in to kill your family and your life. This is a big arena, and all lives are lost. It is a secret place and illegal in nature, so it is named the Black Arena.
The black cultivators are the spiritual guards in the black arena. They are all monks. In terms of spiritual power, they are even better than the monks from the glamorous sects outside.
Yun Lingyuan then thought of a fantasy river three miles away from Dongyou City. The six thousand miles of the fantasy river had been enchanted with illusions. The entire river was the entrance to the Black Arena, and spiritual stones were usually thrown into the river.
Naturally, there are guards to guide them. If they enter by force, I'm sorry, the illusion is not fake. Whether you can survive in the illusion is one thing. Whether you can break it after surviving is another matter. If you break it, can you enter the black arena?