Shrouding the Sky: The Empress Against the Immortals

Facts have proved that Ling Song asked too many questions, so the old man didn't seem to want to answer her.

"Master, you clearly agreed to let me ask." Ling Song wrinkled his nose and said.

"I only told you to ask, but I didn't say that I must answer." The old man laughed, as if he was very happy to see the little girl slumped.

Isn't this just being helpless...

Ling Song pouted.

No matter how smart she was, she couldn't match the old man's rich experience, and she easily felt the dangers in the adult world.

Fortunately, Gongyang Yongming didn't refuse to answer all of them, but selectively answered some of Ling Song's doubts.

He said: "The profound method I cultivate is indeed not the ancient Taiyin scriptures. I don't want to pass it on to you. It's not because I cherish it. It's just because it involves a powerful inheritance. I don't want you to get into trouble because of it."

"What inheritance?"

"It's not yet time for you to know."

"..."

Ling Song suddenly discovered the most annoying thing in his life: that is, when someone speaks at a critical moment, they don't have the following!

However, depression belongs to depression.

Since the old man is unwilling to say more, she will not continue to ask the bottom line in a foolish manner.

After a while, the old and the young filled their stomachs. As usual, Ling Song was in charge of cleaning up the dishes.

It's getting late.

When the sky was full of stars, Ling Song moved out a small wooden pier from the thatched hut, came to the old man and sat down next to him.

"Boog...Boog..."

Zigui's clear cry came from the forest behind the house, and it was empty and deep.

In front of the house, two figures sat against the wall, looking up at the vast Milky Way on the dome.

The stars are shining brightly, and the silver light is like a waterfall.

Holding his chin, Ling Song tilted his head slightly and leaned against the armrest of the old man's bamboo rocking chair.Looking at the boundless starry sky with clear eyes, a touch of longing appeared on his small face.

"Old Master Goat, when do you think my brother will come back? A year has passed." She muttered.

"Never forget, there will be echoes. You will always come back, maybe tomorrow, or maybe, you will wait for a long, long, long time." The old man said calmly.

"Can I go to the altar to have a look tomorrow?" Ling Song raised his head and asked.

She hoped that the old man would allow her to take a look at the place where her brother had left.

Now she can control the rainbow to fly to the sky, the journey that used to take ten days and half a month to complete, now only takes about a quarter of an hour to get there.

It has been more than a year, and the last moment before waking up countless times is the picture of her brother returning from afar and reappearing on the five-color altar to meet her.

"Let me send you a few words for the teacher."

"Huh?" Ling Song's eyes brightened slightly, showing a little curiosity.

Gongyang Yongming raised his right hand, his index finger and middle finger were close together, his fingertips spit out the glow, and he drew a dragon and a snake in the void:

"Don't...jun...and...look..."

Every time he writes a character, Ling Song reads out a word, and finally it is complete.

"Don't look at the moon in the sky, don't you know that there is no one in other lands?
When the old age is long, it is due to the reunion day. "

Under the blessing of the old man's divine power, the four sentences were clearly imprinted in the void.

After reading it, Ling Song already understood Gongyang Yongming's meaning.

This is to warn her not to worry, saying that she is still so young, the future will last forever, the days to come will be long, and the fate will naturally have a reunion.

"I don't want a bright future, I just want my brother to come back." Ling Song rubbed the tip of his nose, lowered his head and pouted, muttering softly.

Seeing that she was unmoved, the old man couldn't help shaking his head and sighing, seemingly helpless.

Sometimes it is difficult for him to understand why a six or seven-year-old doll is so attached to her elder brother?
He looked at the little man with his head bowed beside him, and there was a bit of complexity in his cloudy eyes.

Perhaps this is the price of being too smart.

Deep love will not last, and wisdom will be hurt.

Excessive intelligence caused Ling Song to understand these things early at an age when he should be carefree and don't know what emotions are.

He also carried a heavy burden early on.

……

The next day.

After all, Ling Song listened to the old man's words and did not sneak to the altar.

Anyway, this low mountain is not too far from the five-color altar.The surrounding terrain is flat, as long as there is any movement on the five-color altar, for example, when the huge eight-diagram star gate reappears, you can definitely see it here on the short mountain.

When Ling Su left a year ago, everyone in the nearby villages had witnessed the huge space portal.

It's just that the people in the village don't know what it is.

When Ling Song occasionally went to play with his peers in the small village under the short mountain, he heard those children mention this matter.

……

Time is like water.

In a blink of an eye, another month has passed.

In the early morning of this day, Ling Song had just climbed onto the roof, and when he was about to practice in the morning glow, he suddenly saw Gongyang Yongming coming out of the thatched hut.He picked up the slender blue bamboo pole leaning against the eaves, and walked down the mountain with the bamboo pole in his other hand.

"Master, are you going fishing again?"

In the past month, the old man went fishing by the small river almost every day.

It's a pity that every time I go there empty-handed, I come back empty-handed.

Not to mention fish, I haven't even caught a bastard.

"It's the last time. After fishing this last rod, life will be complete." The old man said with his back to her, and went down the mountain without looking back.

Seeing this, Ling Song curled his lips lightly and didn't say anything else.

In order to explain the essentials of the ancient scriptures to her before, Gongyang Yongming hadn't been to the river for a whole year, and now he returned with empty hands today and never tired of doing it, probably to make up for himself.

It's like a person who is hungry and always wants to eat more.

Ling Song closed his eyes, calmed down, and practiced peacefully.

The profound method of the ancient Taiyin Jinglun Haijuan was circulating in her body, and the surrounding temperature dropped rapidly, and soon, the thatch on the roof began to condense into ice crystals.

That is the result of the manifestation of the power of the sun.

But very little, just a thin trace like a mist.

Every strand of this most original thing in the world contains terrifying power.Ling Song has practiced Taoism for more than a year, but he can barely condense such a trace of Taiyin power from the divine power in his body.

You can see how difficult it is.

And to practice the Taiyin ancient scriptures to perfection, you need to refine all the supernatural powers of the five secret realms in your body into the power of Taiyin.

The further back, the more majestic the divine power possessed by the monk.

It will be more difficult to refine all of them into the power of Taiyin.

This is a road with almost no end in sight.

But Ling Song was very calm and not in a hurry.

Because she never thought of going to the end of this road at all, for her, practice can only be regarded as a tool to pass the time, or in other words, it is for her brother to not have to be separated from her brother when he returns from afar in the future.

It's that simple.

……

The red sun quietly sank behind the distant mountains.

To Ling Song's surprise, Gongyang Yongming came back from the river very late today.

It's almost over the moon.

Probably because he had been fishing by the river all day, he was a little tired. The old man didn't look well, and he was extremely tired.

The speed of speaking is much slower than usual.

The next day, Ling Song found that Gongyang Yongming got up earlier than himself, carrying a hoe, digging slowly in the small bamboo forest behind the hut.