Under the scrutiny of the elders of the master's sect, Ling Yunpo organized his sentences slightly, and then recounted what he saw in his dream.
When he said, "The sword light penetrated his chest, and he fell rapidly downwards, as if he was submerged in water," he was finally interrupted by the unbearable Headmaster Yujing:
"So? Has he revealed the whereabouts of the Taiyin Suming Sword?"
"No." Ling Yunpo shook his head and said, "I woke up immediately."
As a result, everyone could not hide their disappointment. The ancestor of the Guan family turned around and asked:
"Can you dream again?"
"One hexagram does not mean two things." Jian Buyan refused with a smile.
"Why is this?" Headmaster Yujing asked with a frown, "Will there be backlash? Or is it not accurate the second time?"
"It can be calculated." Jian Buyan still smiled, "It's accurate, but it will be misleading."
Everyone was silent.
The most frightening thing about arithmetic is that it is "accurate but misleading". This is much scarier than "inaccurate".
Wrong conclusions that appear to be correct are more difficult to guard against than completely wrong conclusions.
The seniors went to discuss the follow-up action plan, and Ling Yunpo came to An Zhisu and asked with concern:
"Sister, are you okay?"
"It's okay." An Zhisu stopped talking.
When she replaced Yin Xiaojing in the dream, she could feel the heart-rending pain in the other person's heart, as well as the regret that she was born a monster.
Of course, sympathizing with Yin Xiaojing is completely politically incorrect in today's Shushan, so she didn't dare to say it out loud, but kept it secretly in her heart.
The ancestors of the Guan family, Headmaster Yujing and others discussed collectively for a while, and finally decided that since there was no way out, they would use the blanket search method again.
The so-called carpet search meant that Ling Yunpo kept the sword bone resonating and walked up and down the entire Tianmen Peak, trying to lure out the Taiyin Suming Sword that might be hidden in a corner.
The search operation took a full five hours, almost paralyzing Ling Yunpo, and finally it was announced that nothing was found.
He and Senior Sister An returned to Qingluo Peak exhausted, while Ling Yunpo was not in the mood to talk and planned to go back to his room to rest.
Taking a few steps forward, he saw An Zhisu standing in the shadows, seemingly crying.
Ling Yunpo:???
No, is senior sister so emotional? After watching a short movie, she becomes so absorbed that she can’t extricate herself?
"Senior sister?"
"I'm fine." An Zhisu obviously didn't mean what he said.
After getting along for so long, Ling Yunpo also figured out the temperament of his senior sister, so he pretended not to know and said:
"Then let's go back and rest first."
Seeing that his junior brother did not ask any questions, An Zhisu had no choice but to take the initiative and asked:
"Junior brother, when I fell into a dream today, after taking the place of Yin Xiaojing, I always felt..."
"Do you feel some sympathy for her?" Ling Yunpo asked tentatively.
"Yeah." An Zhisu nodded.
"It's normal for Senior Sister to think so." Ling Yunpo said seductively, "But Senior Sister, you are not Yin Xiaojing, but An Zhisu."
"Think about it, if we have a junior brother and junior sister in Qingluo Peak, the master has put a lot of effort into them. Now suddenly it is discovered that the junior sister is a demon, and the junior brother wants to take her to escape, and he also wants to take away our Qingluo Peak's important treasure.
…”
"Then I will stop them and plead with Master on their behalf." An Zhisu said without hesitation.
Ling Yun snorted and then remembered that his senior sister's temper was so unreasonable that she could only change her words again:
"Then let's switch to junior brothers and sisters from other peaks. Now one of them is a demon, and the other one wants to take her to elope, and also wants to take away our Qingluo Peak's precious treasure. What should you do?"
"Why did the junior brothers and sisters from other peaks take away the important treasure of our Qingluo Peak?" An Zhisu asked doubtfully at first, and then became angry again, "Of course they killed them!"
"That's right." Ling Yunpo sighed and said, "Different identities and positions determine that we will have completely different attitudes when facing the same thing."
"If senior sister was in Yin Xiaojing's position, and it was difficult to balance racial justice with her husband and children, she would naturally feel extremely pitiful."
"But senior sister is not Yin Xiaojing, but An Zhisu. She is not Ouyang Zhao's wife, but my Ling Yunpo's... Well, senior sister, so it's better to consider it from the perspective of a Shushan disciple."
"That's it." An Zhisu smiled softly, "Junior brother, don't worry, I won't worry about this anymore."
After helping his senior sister to clear up her heart, Ling Yunpo said goodbye and went back.
An Zhisu returned to the room, looked at the moonlight outside the window, and suddenly sighed again.
Everyone only cares about the whereabouts of Taiyin Suming Sword and where Ouyang Zhao hid the sword, but has anyone ever considered Yin Xiaojing?
Only Ouyang Zhao was really in a dilemma between his race and his wife, while Yin Xiaojing had already made the decision to betray the demon clan and had no intention of returning to the Eastern Emperor Realm with the Taiyin Suming Sword.
In the end, Ouyang Zhao died in battle at the realm gate, and Yin Xiaojing returned to the East Emperor Realm. But without the Taiyin Suming Sword in hand, she failed to live up to the expectations of the demon clan. How will she spend the rest of her life?
Thinking of this, An Zhisu felt a little chilly.
She is not a sentimental character, but because of the dreamlike effect of the yellow beam pillow and the same environment where everyone is surrounded by enemies, she has a great resonance with the gloomy scene in ancient times.
Ouyang Zhao and Yin Xiaojing in ancient times are definitely no longer alive today. But if one day, the Qing sect in Shushan wants to kill my junior brother with great righteousness, what should I do?
If...it is the master who wants to kill my junior brother, what should I do?
When An Zhisu thought of such a dilemma, he couldn't sleep and couldn't even enter samadhi.
In the early morning of the next day, Ling Yunpo woke up from his trance, and went through several great cycles according to the "Tai Shang Hunyuan True Record" to complete today's homework of transforming the mansion.
After a monk reaches the Huafu level, what he has to do every day is to breathe in and refine Qi and use true energy to infiltrate the Zifu in his Dantian.
To be honest, it's very boring.
When practicing at the Qi refining level, you can see that the sea of Qi in the Dantian continues to grow with the practice of practice;
During the marrow-washing stage of practice, you can see that the turbid air in the marrow cavity is continuously removed as the true energy washes away.
Both can produce corresponding changes and give the monks a clear sense of accomplishment.
But the Huafu level is different. The monks only infiltrate the Zifu with true energy in a mechanical way day after day, and the transformation is almost negligible.
After finishing morning classes, Ling Yunpo picked up the broom and went to the Taoist temple door to sweep the floor.
Not long after the sweep, Lin Duanshan and Guan Shanyue were seen descending from the sky with sword lights.
"Why are you sweeping the floor again?" Guan Shanyue asked in confusion.
"Let's get down to business first." Lin Duanshan interrupted her, "Ling Yun Po, the miasma in the Hundred Thousand Mountains is about to dissipate."
"Oh." Ling Yunpo responded listlessly.
Shiwandashan is a large area of mountainous terrain located in the south of Shushan Mountain. There are countless monsters, spiritual herbs, and ancient ruins... However, out of the 365 days in the year, more than 350 days were poisoned.
Shrouded in miasma, not only the spiritual consciousness cannot spread, but long-term inhalation will also damage the physical foundation of the monks.
Donghuang Road is located in Yulong Mountain among the 100,000 mountains. Its method of channeling miasma is a secret that is not passed down by the sect. It has been coveted by the Qing sect in Shushan for a long time, but it was also blocked by the miasma and could not invade.
However, during the coldest two weeks of winter each year, which are the least hot days in southern Xinjiang, the miasma that envelopes the Shiwan Mountains will slowly dissipate.
At this time, the Shushan Sword Immortals would form a group and go south to compete with the Donghuang Dao monks for various resources, and they would always return with a full load.
But what does that have to do with me?
Ling Yunpo continued sweeping the floor when he heard Guan Shanyue say:
"As a reward for participating in the sword hunting activity yesterday, my ancestor won two places for you at Qingluo Peak."
Ling Yunpo was slightly startled when he heard this and raised his eyebrows.