Dijun's black moonlight is back

Chapter 42 Going Down the Mountain
Tong Yan was a little surprised: "Is it just a sword? What kind of sword? It can allow so many people to climb mountains."

She had never heard of this kind of treasure in Mingjing Mountain.

Compared with Wuxiangyuan's sword, Mingjing Mountain is more famous for its spiritual veins, nourished by the spiritual veins, people here practice much faster.

Ling Yu didn't know what was so special about her sword, but she couldn't find a suitable natal weapon, so she made one herself.

Why do these people want everything?

"Perhaps the stolen things are more useful." Ling Yu's tone was flat, but the lines between the lines were full of yin and yang.

After all, the demon race is also a population from ancient times to the present, they can't even make a sword, and they want to steal other people's, Ling Yu feels a little contemptuous.

"Lingyu, there is Wuxiangyuan in Mingjing Mountain dedicated to storing this sword," Tong Yan said thoughtfully, "Others have also tried their best to steal it, does it mean that if someone can take this sword as their natal weapon, their cultivation will definitely increase?"

"If virtue doesn't match, there will be disaster." Ling Yu said, "Haven't you heard of it?"

"I didn't say I was going to get it," Tong Yan giggled, "I just asked, curious."

"No," Ling Yu remembered how he was dragged upward by the sword, "Those who are not strong enough to pick it up, it's good not to be bitten by it, and they want to improve their cultivation."

Tong Yan thinks it makes sense, but there is another question: "Then who can pick it up?"

"Probably, shaking the sky and shaking the earth," Ling Yu said, "Turning the heavens and the earth upside down, both gods and demons are afraid."

This is her back then.

At that time, she stood with her wings raised in the Great Desolation Lake, and the Sky-Bending Stone also obeyed her orders and came towards her.

Chang Xi's sun fire has to be used by her obediently.

Even if she put the evil spirit sword on Tianzun's neck, no one dared to act rashly.

Now when I describe it with Tong Yan, it seems as far away as tens of thousands of years have passed.

"So the owner of the sword is so powerful!" Tong Yan was fascinated.

Ling Yu thinks her appearance is a bit funny, maybe people always think in a positive way when it comes to unknown things.

She had never seen Shaohao killing people without blinking an eye, killing gods like chickens, so she was able to speak out the words of praise.

"She is not a good person." Ling Yu reminded her.

"Have you seen her?" Tong Yan asked.

Of course Ling Yu couldn't say that she had seen it before, but she didn't want to talk nonsense anymore, she had done enough verbal karma today, so she chose to remain silent.

"Look," Tong Yan was a little proud, "You haven't seen her before, why do you say she's not a good person."

Ling Yu wanted to refute, telling her that the owner of the Evil Spirit Sword had killed the Sanqing Region, but Tong Yan had never been to the Sanqing Region, so there was no way to prove it.

Or tell her that the person holding the sword split the Mingjing Mountain, destroyed the spiritual veins, and slaughtered all the disciples in the mountain.

But this is not credible, because Mingjing Mountain is here, and the spiritual vein is also in good condition.

Disciples are also passed down from generation to generation, and the fire continues.

She, a villain, has no trace of evil in this world?
"Okay." Ling Yu compromised.

"Go and ask me something." Ling Yu changed the subject, "How do you choose the disciples who go down the mountain to find someone, I want to go too."

Tong Yan didn't expect Ling Yu to care about this: "Why do you suddenly want to help this?"

There are indeed many new disciples who have disappeared recently, and several immortal elders organized people to search nearby by following their breaths.

Immortal Elder Yunxia even personally took people down the mountain to investigate, but no news has come back yet.

She thought that Ling Yu didn't care about the affairs in the mountains, but she didn't expect that she would take the initiative to mention it.

"Share the master's worries." Ling Yu recreated her oral karma.

"Master planned to go down the mountain a long time ago," Tong Yan confessed truthfully, "but you haven't woken up, and he just guarded you and didn't go to heal your wounds, so this matter was delayed."

"Ling Yu, Master is really kind to us."

She didn't know why Tong Yan added the following sentence without beginning and end, Ling Yu probably didn't say anything bad about Wen Jingchan in front of her.

"I know." Ling Yu replied.

She said this sincerely, no matter what she said, Wen Jingchan was very kind to her from the beginning to the end.

But if it's about the mind, then she doesn't know what Wen Jingchan is thinking.

When she met this little fairy thousands of years ago, she probably believed that there were people in the world who would be nice to others for no reason.

Now she only believes that everyone must have a plan in everything they do, even she is no exception.

"Look," Tong Yan flipped his palm up and turned out a folding fan, "Master gave it to me."

The handle of the folding fan was like black iron, and looked a little heavy, but Tong Yan's slender arms shook it open with a slight force.

On the pure white fan page, there are intricate patterns drawn with gold thread, and a fiery red tassel hangs from the tail of the fan.

"Zhenjun came to me that day and gave me this fan," Tong Yan handed it to her for her to take a closer look, "he also took something that looked like a copper bell, and planned to give it to you."

Ling Yu didn't take it over, but looked down carefully.

"Didn't he teach you how to use it?" Ling Yu asked her.

Tong Yan shook his head, Wen Jingchan did not teach.

Ling Yu grabbed Tong Yan's wrist, but didn't directly touch the folding fan: "Straighten your hand, pour spiritual power into it from the sea of ​​divine consciousness."

"Oh, good." Tong Yan straightened his arms obediently, and followed Ling Yu's instructions strictly.

The golden lines drawn on the fan seemed to come to life, growing towards the fan handle, and all the lines began to shine.

Ling Yu grabbed her wrist and shook it, the golden light flickered like a crape myrtle sky fire.

Tong Yan's eyes widened in disbelief, she didn't know that the folding fan was used in this way, after holding it for so many days, she just fanned it.

"The wind comes from the dragon, the cloud comes from the tiger, and the three lights come out of the water," Ling Yu read, "You have summoned the gods, and obey my orders."

The folding fan shone brightly in Tong Yan's hand, she involuntarily closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, she found that the fan had changed.

The fan bones are like ice, the fan surface is like water, and the golden pattern is outlined.

If you look closely, there seems to be water waves flowing.

"If you take something good, don't let it recognize its owner," Ling Yu let go of his hand and said, "Use it well."

Ji Meng circled Tong Yan's arm, and said lazily: "I told you earlier, if she doesn't believe it, she will believe you."

Ling Yu ignored him, thinking about how to talk to Wen Jingchan about going down the mountain tomorrow.

She just left him alone, and she didn't know what to say to get over it.

"Where's your bell?" Tong Yan asked her.

This reminded her, and it was a reason to go to him.

"Not for me." Ling Yu said.

"Ah? But the master said it was for you that day," Tong Yan remembered clearly, "He planned to let me pass it on, but after thinking about it, he said it would be better to give it to you personally."

"Could it be that he forgot?"

Ling Yu remembered that when she came back with Chun Shan laughing, Wen Jingchan seemed to be hesitant to speak, so it was because of this matter.

"He hasn't forgotten," Ling Yu said, "I'll ask him for it tomorrow."

(End of this chapter)