Dijun's black moonlight is back

Wen Jingchan looked at Song Qing, his brows furrowed slightly, and the emotions in his eyes were very complicated.

It's like sympathy, but also like heartache.

Ling Yu couldn't learn anything and could only look at Ku Liu coldly.

"Song Qinglin's fate is very hard," Ling Yu said, "You are different from him."

Kuliu didn't know what Lingyu's meaningless words meant. Could it be that she wanted to say that her fate was bad?
She smiled bitterly: "My life is not good, I know."

Lingyu stuffed the candy into Kuliu's hand. After struggling with the matter in her heart for a long time, she finally made a decision.

"I saved Song Qinglin, and God will ask him for a price," Lingyu said, "but his fate is tough enough, so maybe he won't die violently."

She stood up and looked down at the bitter willow.

This girl's life was too thin, and Ling Yu couldn't tell. She could live for half a month, but how long she would live if he rescued her.

Besides, her death in quicksand didn't look tragic.

If she rashly interferes with the destiny of a mortal, her death will be unpredictable.

Kuliu reacted for a while after hearing this, and finally realized that the person standing in front of her was not an ordinary person.

"Who are you?" Kuliu asked, "Can you save me?"

"No, that's not right," she reacted again, "You said that Heaven will demand a price, but what about you? If you save others, won't you pay a price?"

Everyone's destiny is determined, and changing it at will will backfire on you.

This is also the reason why there are endless wars in the world, but no monks are ever seen participating.

Things that are determined by destiny cannot be messed up by human power.

Ling Yu seemed to be thinking about her words seriously, but in fact, he was just thinking about how he could come up with the idea of ​​​​intervening to save her.

The time she has been walking in the world is not short. If it is said to be Song Qinglin's Magatama, it is because of Wen Jingchan's eyes.

Then the devil sent Kuliu, what was she trying to do?
For the first time, Lingyu felt that she didn't even understand herself.

"I just ask you," Ling Yu said, "Do you want to die in Huangshaling, or come with me?"

Kuliu looked back at the people gathered around the broken copper pot by the fire.

She was only six years old when she fled. It was these people who took her on the road, and she was alive today.

The escape at the beginning was not as difficult as it is now. At that time, the war had just begun, and you could still ask for some food when passing by populated areas.

You can also find wild fruits and vegetables in the woods in the mountains.

Later, step by step, we got to where we are today, and the ugliness of people's hearts was slowly revealed.

You can't take the main road, and there are barren lands everywhere that have been destroyed by the war.

Even she herself, in order to have a mouthful of food to survive, completely ignored human ethics.

"Can you only save me?" Kuliu asked.

Ling Yu corrected her: "Maybe if you follow me today, your body will be exposed in the wilderness tomorrow, which doesn't count as saving you."

"As for them," Lingyu looked towards the crowd, "don't forget that you are a clay Buddha crossing the river."

Kuliu opened her clenched fists, and inside were two candies that were about to melt with her body temperature.

She placed the candy on a rock and took one last look back at the group.

Looking back like this again, it's just that her expression and eyes are far different from Song Qinglin's mother.

Lingyu waved his sleeves and took Kuliu to the bank of Dishui River before she could react at all.

This is the boundary of Qingzhou, and across the river you can still see mountains of corpses on the other side.

When Ku Liu saw it from a distance, she felt a nauseating feeling in her chest. She fell to her knees and vomited.

Ling Yu stood beside her and didn't pay attention to how long she had vomited. He only felt that she was about to vomit out all her internal organs.Her destiny has been changed, and it is impossible to find out what her future fortune will be for a while.

Maybe you can live a hundred years and die peacefully, or maybe you die tomorrow.

Bitter Willow finally finished vomiting, and she turned over and leaned against a dead tree by the water.

"There is the Dishui River in Qingzhou, and the war is not yet here," Lingyu said, "but in a month the people will be in dire straits."

Ling Yu didn't know where to point her, and she might really have to walk alone.

"Can I ask you a question?" Kuliu finally spoke after her breath stabilized.

Ling Yu looked at her intently, and the lack of denial meant approval.

"What's your name?" Kuliu asked, "Also, are you a practitioner? Which sect do you study under?"

Ling Yu's first reaction was, isn't there a question? How many are there?

Then he realized her intention: "You also want to practice?"

Kuliu is different from Song Qinglin. She really has no talent for cultivation. She has no spiritual roots and immortal bones in her body. She is completely human.

But when she asked, Ling Yu had some other ideas.

Kuliu's life is too short. Compared with Song Qinglin, the slightest change can kill her and she will never be reincarnated.

If she was adopted as Shaohao's chief disciple, she didn't believe that Li Feng would dare to harvest Kuliu's soul, let alone that the judge would dare to sentence her not to reincarnation.

"Do you want to worship me as your teacher?" Lingyu asked her.

Kuliu was stunned. She felt that the person in front of her seemed to have changed instantly.

Even though the clothes she wore were in tatters, she still exuded the majesty of a high-ranking person.

Ling Yu kept looking down at her. His posture was not the arrogance of a powerful official, but a feeling that she couldn't explain.

It made her feel that such a person was born to be worshiped and worshiped.

"I was born in the land of nothingness, do not belong to the six realms, and do not enter reincarnation," Lingyu said. "If you worship me, Heaven will give you some respect."

Ling Yu remembered again that Ku Liu had just asked her name and sect.

"My name is Yansheng," Lingyu said, "I don't have a sect, master..."

She hesitated for a moment, and then slowly said under Kuliu's gaze: "No."

Kuliu's reaction was faster than Lingyu expected. She immediately knelt down and kowtowed three times.

"Master!" Kuliu bowed to her.

"I won't teach you," Lingyu said, "nor will I take you with me."

Kuliu nodded: "I know."

Of course she understands that a mortal like herself is not worthy of being a real disciple in front of her. She most likely does this just to save her own life by borrowing a bigger name.

This act was the ultimate act of benevolence and righteousness.

Lingyu changed into clean clothes with a snap of his fingers, and by the way, Kuliu also changed into his own clothes.

She is much taller than Kuliu, making her look like a child wearing adult clothes.

Lingyu gave her a bottle of the elixir that strengthened the muscles and meridians from Qingcheng Mountain, and gave her some broken silver.

This is the most she can do. How long Kuliu will live depends on fate. She still has to find the bones of the captive cow, so there is no time to delay.

"Master!" Kuliu called Lingyu before she left, "Can we meet again?"

Ling Yu didn't know what her fate would be in the future, so he could only tell the truth: "We will meet again before our fate is over."

"However," Ling Yu looked back at her, "it's better not to encounter him."