Shrouding the Sky: The Empress Against the Immortals

Ling Song wandered alone in the wilderness for several days.

Blackberry, prickly pear, wild strawberry, snakeberry, raspberry...

These low shrubs and wild fruits are her main food.

Occasionally, one or two wild sweet potatoes and yams can be found in the wasteland, which is regarded as an improvement in food.

Thousands of miles of fertile fields, there are many things to eat.

Wild persimmons and kiwis can be seen everywhere, but none of these have anything to do with Ling Song.

At only six years old, she did not dare to climb trees to pick these things, and she did not have the strength to climb trees.

It is worth mentioning that she has encountered some very strange flowers and plants these days.

Among them was a bluegrass with green leaves and purple flowers that Ling Song remembered deeply.

The fragrance of that bluegrass can linger far away, and she feels refreshed just by smelling it, and the fatigue all over her body is much less.

Ling Song, who had learned some cultivation knowledge from his elder brother, guessed that it might be a spiritual herb, but the year is not yet known.

However, she didn't dare to get close to pick it easily, but could only move away quickly.

In the wilderness, most of these good things already have owners, either ferocious beasts or spirited monsters.

A little girl like her might not be enough to put a gap between her teeth if she rushed over rashly.

Even with such caution, she encountered danger several times.

Going to drink water by the pond, a small blue snake that was about the same color as the aquatic plants jumped out and almost bit her.

I wanted to go to the wasteland to look for wild vegetables, but I accidentally ran into a few wild dogs biting a single wild boar.The ferocious fangs and blood-dripping cheek hair made her face turn pale with fright, and she almost turned around and ran away in a panic.

On this wilderness plain, Ling Song wandered along the direction of the rising sun for several days, and finally came across a populated village.

Ling Song originally wanted to go to the village to ask for some food.

Eating wild fruits and vegetables every day, she was already starving.

It's a pity that before entering the village, several children playing in the village saw her and surrounded her.

"Look, here comes a little tabby cat!"

"She's still carrying a broken bag."

"Should be an orphan?"

"It's tattered, it must be a little beggar."

"I don't know. I haven't seen her. Does any of you know her?"

A group of half-grown children chattered and were very curious about Ling Song, pointing around her.

Wandering in the wilderness for several days, in order to avoid danger, Ling Song fell down countless times. The clothes on his body were already scratched by thorns, and his whole body was covered with dust and mud.

The face is also dirty, only a pair of eyes are still clear and clear.

Suddenly surrounded by so many children, feeling their ridicule, Ling Song pursed his lips, lowered his head slightly without saying a word, and prepared to walk away from them.

But in the next second, a tall and strong little boy stopped in front of her.

"Hey, don't go there!"

That boy is a full head taller than Ling Song.

He opened his hands, looked down at Ling Song condescendingly, and asked loudly, "Tell me, what's your name? What are you doing in our village? Do you want to go in and steal something?"

"I'm not a thief, I don't know how to steal!" Ling Song frowned, dissatisfied with the other party's slander, and explained seriously.

"You say it's not right?"

The boy was unreasonable, "You are dressed in such rags and dirt, you must be a beggar. When you are hungry, who knows if you will steal things?"

"That's right, little beggar, hurry up, we don't welcome you here." Another child stood up and echoed.

"A small beggar!"

"A small beggar!"

A few naughty little ones even started singing loudly, sticking out their tongues and making faces around her.

Ling Song bowed his head and stood there, tears rolling in his eyes.

She felt extremely wronged.

However, there is no way to justify the title "Little Beggar".

Ling Song held back his tears, turned around silently, and wanted to leave.

"Go away and don't come to us again. You must be a broom star if you lose your relatives at such a young age!" A group of children laughed from behind.

Ling Song suddenly turned around: "I have relatives, my brother just went to a far away place to practice!"

She roared like an angry cub.

"It's a lie, you are a beggar at such a young age, you must have no relatives." The tall boy who blocked the way before had a playful smile and didn't believe Ling Song's words at all.

"I said, I have relatives! I have a brother!!"

Ling Song clenched his hands tightly, his eyes full of anger.

She obviously has a brother, and his brother is so kind to her, why do these people say that she has no relatives?

"She's lying. It's a good thing we didn't let her into the village, otherwise she would definitely steal." A seven-year-old round-faced girl pointed at Ling Song.

"That's right, she must have no relatives."

"Her brother must be dead..."

A few children obviously don't know what it means to accumulate virtue with their mouths, and they just say what comes to mind.

The sentence "Brother must be dead" undoubtedly touched Ling Song's backlash.

Ling Song, who never quarreled with others and was always sensible and obedient, took the lead this time.

She picked up a stone on the ground and smashed it on the head of one of the children with a bang—

"My brother is not dead!!" Ling Song roared, his eyes were red.

"Wow……"

The child broke his head on the spot, sat down on the ground, covered his head and cried loudly.

Several other children were taken aback.

"She dared to hit us, and we hit her too!" Several young boys came towards Ling Song ferociously.

Ling Song picked up another stone and threw it at it. When the other party subconsciously hid his head to avoid it, he turned and ran away.

"Hurry up, don't let her run away!"

A group of seven, eight and ten-year-old children became angry with embarrassment, and chased after Ling Song.

Ling Song naturally knew that he couldn't run away from these people.

So after running not far, she burrowed into a field of reeds.

The reeds taller than a person grow densely. After Ling Song's small figure got in, he saw the leaves of the reeds shaking a few times, and then he disappeared.

The boys chasing after him got into it, but they didn't dare to chase too deep. They were worried about getting lost, so they could only give up.

In fact, they didn't know that Ling Song didn't run very far into the reed field at all.

Because she hasn't eaten for too long, she doesn't have much energy to run long distances.

As soon as she got into the reed field for a distance of seven or eight feet, she lay down on the spot, stained her body with a layer of black mud, and then quietly crawled to the side to avoid the traces left when she came in.

In this way, under the cover of the surrounding reeds, he narrowly avoided those children.

When the children turned and left, Ling Song held back his temper and stayed for another cup of tea, before sneaking out from the reed field lightly.

She looked towards the village with her head and confirmed that those annoying guys were no longer at the entrance of the village, so she went out with confidence.

Ling Song has no intention of entering the village anymore, at least she doesn't want to enter the village in front of her.

While it was still early, Ling Song stroked his rumbling belly, swallowed hard, turned and left in another direction.

Bypassing the lush reed field, a small light green river appeared in front of Ling Song's eyes.

She trotted forward, put the small bundle of clean clothes at her feet, knelt down and scooped up the river water and began to wash her face.

In autumn, the river is not too cold.

A faint coolness came from his hands and face, irritating Ling Song's skin slightly flushed.

After simple cleaning, you can see a yellow and thin face reflected in the clear water surface of the aquatic plants.

Looking at the dirty self in the water, Ling Song thought of the dangers he had encountered these days, the stares and disdain he received just now... one by one, he couldn't help feeling sad.

"Ugh..."

She squatted by the river, took out the bronze ring left by her brother from her arms, and sobbed and wiped away her tears.

"Brother, I miss you so much..." The sore throat made Ling Song's voice hoarse, and only she could hear her voice.

She has never missed her brother so much like now.

It would be great if my brother was by my side.

In that case, no one would bully her, nor let her starve and wander around like she is now.

"Is this the golden bean drop?"

Just when Ling Song was weeping sadly, a voice suddenly came from beside him.

"You who threw stones at people just now are not as weak as you are now. I still prefer that fierce girl who dared to resist just now."

The sudden words almost startled Ling Song.

She raised her teary face and looked in the direction of the sound, and saw a white-haired old man sitting cross-legged on a stone pier not far away by the river!
He was wearing coarse black clothes, with a brown bamboo hat slung behind his back, and he was fishing with a long bamboo pole.

Where did this man come from?

Surprised, Ling Song widened his eyes.

She didn't even notice that there was someone here just now!
"Grandpa, you... how do you know what happened just now?" Ling Song stood up with a small burden, feeling vigilant.

"Tianxing has its own way, and it is not changed by external objects. I can know something because you have done something." The old man sat on the stone pier with disheveled hair, motionless.There is a strange dao rhyme in the dark, which seems to make him merge with the whole stone pier.

If he hadn't spoken, it would be easy for people to ignore his existence.

This is no ordinary person!

Although he only stayed in Yuhua Shenchao with his elder brother for a few months, Ling Song learned a lot.

She knew that it was impossible for mortals to have such a Tao rhyme that was almost one with heaven and earth.

Ling Song became more and more vigilant, and even faintly took half a step back.

"You seem to be afraid of me?" the old man asked calmly.

He didn't even look this way, but he could accurately capture the thoughts in Ling Song's mind.

Ling Song's face was tense, but there was a hint of shock in his eyes.

She didn't speak, but the old man asked again: "When those children accidentally mentioned your brother, you acted very angry. It can be seen that he seems to be very kind to you, why are you willing to leave you alone? Where to practice?"

"Don't talk about my brother!"

Ling Song finally spoke, like a tigress, his bright eyes became sharper, but he was defending his brother: "He was taken away by someone, he didn't leave me on purpose!"

"Then why don't you go to him?" asked the old man.

"I want to go, but I can't."

Ling Song squeezed the bronze ring in his hand, couldn't help wiping his tears again, and said: "My brother is an immortal golden body, and the people of Yuhua Shenchao opened a very big door in the sky, and my brother It was taken.

Because my cultivation aptitude is very poor, they didn't let me follow them. "

As soon as these words came out, the fishing rod in the old man's hand shook slightly, but it was not the fish biting the hook.

The old man seemed to be a little restless.

Ling Song didn't notice this scene, but after a while, the old man suddenly sighed: "Alas... the ancestors have already left, there is no hope, and a group of idiots are still obsessed with it.

Such a whimsical, vain attempt to achieve immortality through foreign objects will eventually lead to disaster. "

Ling Song couldn't understand what the other party was saying at all, and looked very dazed.

However, the old man obviously didn't want to discuss these matters with her in depth, but changed the subject and asked, "Do you want to practice?"

"miss you!"

Ling Song nodded without hesitation, but was filled with disappointment in an instant.

"But my aptitude is very poor. I have learned a lot of cultivation things with my brother, but I have never been able to sense my wheel of life, and I can't take the most critical step."

"Cultivation is a process of fighting against the sky and people, fighting in the world of mortals, and constantly surpassing oneself. Aptitude and root are not the most important thing, what matters is whether you have the invincible heart."

The old man turned his head to look at Ling Song, but on his wrinkled old face, there was a pair of eyes that were as bright as magic lamps, piercing with radiance.

"I can teach you if you want," he said.

"Really? Grandpa, can you really teach me how to practice?" Ling Song's eyes suddenly brightened.

She was very disturbed and looked at each other expectantly.

Eyes full of longing and tension.

"It's easy to cultivate, but you have to think clearly. Once you embark on this path, it doesn't mean you can keep going. This is a road that is full of dangers.

In the future, maybe you won't even have the time to squat by the river and wipe your tears alone like today. "

Although the voice of the white-haired old man was old, it had a special appeal.

"Grandpa, I'm not afraid, I want to practice, and I want to wait for my brother to come back!" Ling Song clenched her fists tightly, she didn't want to get to the bottom of why this old man appeared here, and why he was willing to teach her how to practice.

She only knew that if she missed this time, she might not have another chance.

The people in Yuhua Shenchao said that she has poor aptitude and is a waste in cultivation, only the old man in front of her is willing to teach her.

"Well, come here." The old man called Ling Song to his side.

Ling Song heard the words, and quickly went to the side of the big stone pier.

But before she could speak, the old man handed her the bamboo basket used to hold the fish: "Take it, come with me."

Ling Song subconsciously took it, but saw that the bamboo basket was empty without a single fish.

The old man stood up tremblingly from the big stone pier, and at the same time he lifted the long green bamboo pole from the river surface. Ling Song took a closer look, his face became more and more surprised.

There is only fishing line at the end of the bamboo pole, but no hook!

"Grandpa, it's no wonder you didn't catch any fish. Fishing requires a hook and bait." Ling Song frowned and reminded earnestly.

"Hehehe..."

The old man smiled cheerfully, "How do you know that I caught fish in the river?"

He dragged the fishing rod and climbed down from the big stone pier with hands and feet.Looking at that action, he seemed to be an old man in his dying years and with inconvenient legs and feet, which was completely inconsistent with the detached and high-spirited temperament when he spoke.

Ling Song couldn't help feeling a little suspicious, he couldn't be cheated, could he?