Dijun's black moonlight is back

Chapter 50

"I don't know." Wen Jingchan said.

He really doesn't know, he only knows that the two bells can sense each other, so as to trace the wearer's whereabouts.

After getting the pair of bells, he didn't hear them ringing, thinking that this thing just wouldn't ring.

"Where did you come from?" Ling Yu held it up and looked at it.

The bell is quite beautiful, a little delicate, but it is not out of place when it is worn by people who walk in the rivers and lakes.

It was obtained by Wen Jingchan when he subdued a snake demon that had plagued the local area for 800 years in Baiyue River. The snake demon was also stolen from the tomb.

It thought it looked good, so it hung at the entrance of his cave, one left and one right for decoration, and he didn't tell Wen Jingchan what it was for.

Knowing that it can sense the position of the wearer was figured out by Wen Jingchan himself later.

"From traveling." Wen Jingchan replied.

It was obtained from traveling again, Ling Yu didn't bother to ask, and continued to study it.

Magical artifacts all have memories, and no matter how long the previous owner died, there will be remnants on the magical artifacts.

She used a few wisps of spiritual power to probe into it, but found nothing.

This bell, except for the two small characters engraved on the inner wall, has nothing left.

"Guanqing?" Lingyu asked, "Is that its name?"

Wen Jingchan didn't know his origin, but he did call the pair of bells Guanqing Yin.

He only gave Ling Yu one of them, and if she looked more carefully, she would find the bell in her hand, and the green characters were thicker than the Guan characters.

And the one in his hand is slightly thicker.

In addition to being able to track and locate, Qingziyin can also be used as a magic weapon for body protection, and can be transformed into a weapon form according to the owner's needs.

Wen Jingchan didn't have many references to Guanzi in his hand, and he could only interact with Qingziyin, and he hadn't discovered anything else.

"In the future, if you have a magic weapon that is more handy," Wen Jingchan said, "Guanqing will guide you to keep it for decoration."

Ling Yu didn't look any further, and put it back on her waist.

She was dressed in light blue again, and the bell was pinned there, it was really pretty.

Wen Jingchan is very kind to his apprentice, Lingyu has no doubts about this, and the things he gives are naturally not ordinary things.

Ling Yu is not someone who cares much about appearance, but this time she turned around in front of the bronze mirror rarely, looking at herself in the mirror.

She really looked like a fairy disciple, and she affirmed her acting skills in her heart.

No one would have thought that she planned to go to the heavens to slaughter the gods when she looked at her unrestrained appearance.

Ling Yu was very satisfied.

Wen Jingchan didn't stay in her room too much, but went back to her own room to meditate quietly.

That coccyx pin did damage his foundations.

When Ling Yu lied to him, in fact, he also felt that something was wrong, but he didn't want to expose her.

It is of course impossible not to use spiritual power, but he is also willing to mess around with her.

He entered the sea of ​​his own consciousness, stood on the vast water surface and looked up at the sky.

It has been very peaceful here, and for more than 1000 years, there has been no obvious change except for continuous expansion.

During these years of cultivating the Tao, he didn't even survive many kalpas.

It stands to reason that one realm per calamity, and one can break through realms only after continuous calamities.

Wen Jingchan has cultivated all the way to the realm that is only half a step away from reaching the sky, without any difficulties and obstacles. Sometimes he himself feels that it is a bit too smooth.

But he also knew that he could not avoid the catastrophe of ascending to immortality.

Although he didn't know what kind of threshold it would be, and he didn't know whether he could cross it smoothly and set foot on the 33rd heaven.

He heard the real Shuci lament that there was once a proud son of heaven in Jinsha Relics, who had practiced for thousands of years and was about to ascend through the thunder calamity.

But the Golden Crow, who was born to be born, was smashed to pieces, and then became a mortal, and died on the mountain where she was born and raised.

His tone was full of regret.

Ordinary people always go through a lot of tribulations on the journey of immortality, and they have to accept various tests from the gods before they can be qualified to enter the Sanqing Realm.

People like that one are really only half a step away.

If the gods are merciful, she should be the immortal monarch in charge at this moment, and in a few thousand years, she should become a god and live the same life as the heaven and the earth.

How can such a person not make those who hear it feel sorry.

In the future, Wen Jingchan may be able to ascend to immortality, and maybe, like her, she will become the protagonist of a story that others admire.

He was meditating in the sea of ​​consciousness, when suddenly there was the sound of tiles touching above his head.

Someone was walking on the eaves above him.

Wen Jingchan didn't think much, opened his eyes and immediately appeared on the eaves.

Seeing Ling Yu lying on the tiles, he was a little surprised, originally he thought it was someone who approached deliberately.

It was night now, and there was a full moon hanging high in the sky, followed by a bright star. Besides, there was not even a cloud in the sky.

The sky was already empty, and this situation made it even more lonely.

Ling Yu was looking at Wen Jingchan who suddenly appeared, before anyone of them could speak, a firework exploded in the sky.

Immediately afterwards, fireworks were set off in the streets and alleys, which was more lively than the festivals.

There are people beating gongs to clear the way for the procession behind them, and the group is blowing and beating as they walk, and there are seven or eight-year-old children carrying baskets and throwing copper coins.

Further back, there were eight people carrying a chariot with a child-like porcelain placed on it.On its face, it also specially painted two groups of blush.

The fireworks in the sky continued to explode, and the whole team was rendered red and green in the night.

They should be celebrating some happy event, but they always give people a paradoxical feeling.

It's not like Ling Yu has never seen someone throwing money while walking like this, with someone playing and singing in front, and someone carrying things behind.

She had seen too much at the funeral.

Living in the human world for more than 1000 years, there will be [-] times if not a hundred times.

But how can anyone set off fireworks at a funeral? Is it good to celebrate death?
Ling Yu sat up early, resting her chin on one of her bent legs, looking down condescendingly at the people who followed the team to pick up money downstairs.

Could it be that there are other rules in Xiangfu Town?

"Go down and have a look." Ling Yu didn't think much, got up and flew directly from the roof.

She fell into a dark alley and waited for the team to approach before mingling with the money pickers.

Wen Jingchan came with her at some point, even though she didn't know what she was doing, she also picked up money with everyone.

"I heard that Li Fu has been instructed by an expert," someone in the crowd commented, "His grandson has a bright future, and he may be an official in Zhongshu."

This blessing was cut off after Liu Xu's death.

Both Ling Yu and Wen Jingchan listened silently, without interrupting their discussion.

"That's not true," someone echoed, "Otherwise Li Yuanwai would hold a full moon and spread blessings to everyone in the town."

"Although you won't be able to eat a banquet, it's always good to pick up some copper coins."

"If he succeeds in his studies in the future and goes to high school in one fell swoop, we can also benefit from it."

(End of this chapter)