Dijun's black moonlight is back

Chapter 13

On the first day after receiving the envelope, Ling Yu took Tong Yan for a stroll in Mingjing Mountain.

To be exact, Ling Yu was wandering around, and Tong Yan followed her like a little tail.

"What is this?" Tong Yan asked.

In front of Ling Yu was a field of flowers and plants, surrounded by the nursery into neat squares.

"Medicine." Ling Yu replied.

The disciples of Mingjing Mountain would occasionally go down the mountain to practice, and many of them would come back with injuries, and these medicines were planted for them.

Sometimes there are some ordinary people who kneel and kowtow three times and come outside the mountain gate to ask the mountain gods for medicine.

Ling Yu once wanted to escape, but was trapped on the steps by the heavy rain, so she had to hide from the rain on the nearby tree.

But outside the mountain gate, there was a haggard figure, kowtowing and climbing the mountain step by step in the rain.

That person's figure was very thin, with a yellow and thin complexion, but there was still a glimmer of hope in those eyes.

It's like the only light in the dark night.

Ling Yu watched him climb all the way to the mountain gate from the tree, he seemed to be relieved, but also more determined, so he knelt down heavily.

It was raining heavily, and the sound of the raindrops hitting the stone slab was as loud as the drumbeat before the battle, but she could clearly hear the cry of that person.

"I beg the immortal to give me medicine to save my wife and daughter!"

Every time he yelled, he kowtowed heavily, and within a moment his forehead was bleeding.

It's just that the rain was too heavy, and the blood stained the slate and was washed away immediately.

These mortals regard Mingjing Mountain as the last straw in the dead end of Yaoshi Wangzhi.

Usually the weather is fine, and someone will respond soon.

But the rain was so heavy that day that classes were suspended, and it was unlikely that anyone would come anytime soon.

People who cultivate immortals also have their own things to do, and they don't concentrate on saving lives and healing wounds all the time.

Except for the little crow on the tree who just wanted to run, no one knew that he kowtowed his head in front of the mountain gate for three full days.

It wasn't until the rain stopped and the sky became a bridge that he was discovered by the disciples cleaning the mountain gate and the heavenly steps.

She didn't know what happened afterwards, because she was captured by Wen Jingchan who found her.

But she knew that there are many medical immortals in Xinglinwu, and they are not only studying longevity every day.

"So many medicines." Tong Yan sighed.

Ling Yu walked forward, Tong Yan followed closely behind.

"What is that?" Ling Yu asked again.

A thin, straight waterfall cascaded down the cliff and crashed into the pool below.

If you look carefully, you will find many weapons stuck under the pool.

The water is clear, but you can't see the bottom at all.

I don't know how many swords there are under it.

"Po Nian Pond," Ling Yu said, "The waterfall is called Fei Liu."

Tong Yan felt that there was a sword at her feet that she seemed to be able to grab with her hand, so she picked up the hem of her clothes and squatted down to take a look.

She did catch it, but when she wanted to take out the water, the tangible hilt in her hand turned into an invisible stream of water and escaped from between her fingers.

"Ah? Why?" Tong Yan raised his head and asked Ling Yu.

"You haven't started yet." Ling Yu said.

"Oh, okay." Tong Yan wiped his hands on his clothes, stood up and followed Ling Yu to continue walking.

"After you get started," Ling Yu said, "your master will naturally bring you to get the weapons that are in your hand."

Tong Yan seemed to understand: "Is it a natal weapon?"

"Good idea." Ling Yu said.

"How did the natal weapon come from?" Tong Yan asked her.

"Cultivated from your spiritual root." Ling Yu said.

"Can't it be repaired?" Tong Yan asked.

"Then there is none." Ling Yu wanted to laugh a little, "Did you expect the sky to drop it for you?"

Tong Yan groped for himself: "Then where is my spiritual root?"

"Where is your spiritual root?"

Where is my spiritual root?
Ling Yu lowered his eyes and did not answer.

It has been about 2000 years since her spirit root left her.

When this matter is told, everyone may find it quite ridiculous.

There is no spiritual root, but she has killed many gods with her natal weapon, the Evil Spirit Sword.

Even the immortal was very surprised to find out that it was all in vain, trying to draw out her spiritual root with a formation.

How could someone without a spiritual root be able to cultivate a natal weapon.

"Ling Yu," Tong Yan grabbed her palm, "Did you hear me?"

The girl's palm was soft and warm, like silk, Ling Yu looked back into her eyes.

"I haven't," she said.

Tong Yan was taken aback, how could it be possible.

But thinking about it again, Lingyu's bodhi branch didn't change color, so she should be telling the truth.

But without spiritual roots, how could she take the road of cultivating immortals?

It's like a person without a mouth saying that he wants to learn to play the flute, so can he use his nostrils?

But then again, it's not impossible.

Or, there is another way.

Take other people's spiritual roots.

Seeing that Tong Yan's expression has changed several times, it was incredulous at first, then a little wanting to laugh, and finally turned into surprise with panic.

"Don't even think about it," Ling Yu said, "I've never done things like that. Stealing people's spiritual roots is too out of the question."

Chatting with Ling Yu all the way, Tong Yan didn't realize that he came to a high cliff.

There is a flat hinterland at the bottom of the cliff, surrounded by green forests, it should be very quiet and peaceful, but today it is a bit lively.

It is a trial of defense and attack.

It turns out that Ling Yu's ultimate purpose is to come here to watch the excitement.

Above the hinterland, there is a high platform for immortal leaders. They sit on the highest platform and watch their disciples compete.

On both sides of the high platform, there are rankings under Yunxia and Yun Dingmen.

Some people go up, some people go down.

The two sides fought fiercely, and the red and green lights soaring into the sky intertwined.

"It's a good thing I didn't go." Tong Yan sighed.

This scene is too big, everyone wants to compete for the rankings, and they all use their housekeeping skills.

A half-assed person like her can only make a fool of herself if she goes there.

"You don't think," Ling Yu said, "subduing a spirit beast is easier than what they are doing now?"

"Isn't it?" Tong Yan asked.

Ling Yu froze for a moment, then turned to look elsewhere: "Probably so."

Although she had made plans a long time ago, she never expected that the little princess would think of things so simply.

"Then when are we going to catch spirit beasts?" Tong Yan asked, "We can't keep wandering around like this."

"The night after tomorrow." Ling Yu said.

"The day after tomorrow!" Tong Yan was shocked when he heard the words, "At night?!"

"Ling Yu, do you still remember that we are required to hand in the spirit beast within three days at the latest? We will go there the night after tomorrow, is it really in time?"

"It's not us, it's me." Ling Yu said.

Tong Yan was stunned, it turned out that Ling Yu didn't intend to bring her with her.

But it doesn't matter, she sees if there is any way to catch the spirit beast, it's not impossible.

Tong Yan is a good person everywhere, especially when he writes on his face directly.

Ling Yu was really too lazy to explain, but seeing her thinking about it, she couldn't help but explain.

"What are you thinking?" Ling Yu said, "You wait for me in the courtyard, don't go anywhere."

"Ling Yu!" Tong Yan hugged her arm happily, "You are such a good person!"

(End of this chapter)