Dijun's black moonlight is back

Chapter 6

Ling Yu was only one step away from dying of anger.

She doesn't like this little fairy, she doesn't like everyone and everything on Mingjing Mountain.

If she hadn't been able to fly far, she would have slipped away long ago.

Especially this Wen Jing Zen, like a male mother.

And long-winded, and too many things.

I always love to imagine that Ling Yu likes him very much.

She really couldn't understand, she rolled her eyes at him and pecked at him again, how could he feel that she liked him very much.

As soon as Ling Yu turned her head, the two white flowers on top of her head swayed. Wen Jingchan saw it, and even laughed.

He thought his little crow was very cute.

"Could it be that the white flowers are happy?" Wen Jingchan is very good at deceiving himself, "The red flowers are angry?"

Top level understanding.

Ling Yu was really speechless.

This little fairy is really evil, the blood between his eyebrows has not stopped yet, and he doesn't even think about the direction that this bird is annoying him.

Ling Yu really couldn't bear his stupid and excited eyes, spread his wings and touched the tip of the feather with his head.

She thought, if this little fairy is smart, then he can understand that she is pointing to the center of her eyebrows with her wings.

"Are you sleepy?" Wen Jingchan said.

He has observed many times before that when Ling Yu sleeps, he always likes to open his wings and get his head into the wing nest.

It looks very cute.

In fact, his senior brothers and sisters did not understand.

Immortal Yunhe also raises spirit beasts, but what he raises is a small deer with a snow-white body and beautiful antlers.

It is important to be very dear.

The disciples in Mingjing Mountain also like to look at it with food, and it will be good when it gets a bargain.

For example, arching the palm of a person, rubbing the back of a person's hand.

As for Ling Yu, I have never seen her talk to anyone anyway.

Senior sister Xinghun thought that her junior brother had a special liking for birds, and once wanted to give him two divine bird eggs.

She told Wen Jingchan that the chick hatched from these two eggs was much prettier than Lingyu.

Although Mingjing Mountain does not discriminate, Xinghun always feels that everyone raises exotic animals, and his junior brother raises a crow.

It would be very embarrassing for outsiders to see it.

She gave Wen Jingchan a painting, pointed to the divine bird on the painting and said, "If you can hatch, it will look even better than this."

The sacred bird in the painting is called Xuanyi, with a long tail and streamer, and the color of its body will change with the mood of the four seasons.

The feathers on the top of the head are like an open fan, full of elegance.

The feathers on the wings are also very beautiful. If a human ascetic finds one by chance, he can even wear it as a seal.

Compared to relatives, Ling Yu is no match for that deer.

It's more beautiful than Lingyu, but it's not as good as those two eggs.

But Wen Jingchan was very concerned about him picking up this little crow.

His master Shuci Zhenren just shook his head and smiled at this, saying let him go, the chance in the world is wonderful.

But this worldly chance, it seems that today may kill him.

The light spots overflowing between Wen Jingchan's eyebrows not only did not decrease, but became more fierce.

In the end, he was the one who asked Ling Yu if he was sleepy, and in the end he fell headfirst on the stone table.

Ling Yu jumped up and scratched his hair with his claws, but Wen Jingchan didn't respond.

It’s over.

The detached aura lingers around him, although it won't dissipate for a while, but if no one cares about him, he will die here.

It's strange to say that there are always two or three people from the same sect passing by outside the courtyard of Wen Jingchan, but today there are none.

Ling Yu glanced at the small wild flowers scattered on the table, she felt that Wen Jingchan was actually not bad.

Just bad luck.

Since he passed out, don't blame her for running away in the chaos.

Ling Yu is a person with relatively strong mobility, so he spread his wings and took off immediately.

It's a pity that she only flew five steps away before falling from the sky.

She fell headlong into the grass, and it took a lot of effort to get up and stand still.

Really convinced.

She has no body, and her spiritual consciousness is extremely weak.

Can only fly five steps.

Ling Yu smelled a scent of medicine, she looked closely at the grass around her, and found that it was all the medicine planted by Wen Jing Zen.

Before that, Wen Jingchan had put a mat in the bamboo basket where she slept, and it smelled like herbs.

Originally, Ling Yu thought it was the medicinal herb he went to Xinglinwu to beg for, but he didn't expect that this fool planted it himself.

A little touching, but not much.

Ling Yu kicked away the vine leaves around her paws, and jumped out from the grass.

She saw the light around Xiao Xianguan dissipating little by little, speechless and angry, Ling Yu jumped out the door with a white flower on her head.

Wen Jingchan likes to be pure, or she is a little afraid of being too close to people.

So I lived on the hillside farthest from the main hall of Mingjing Mountain.

Ling Yu is a little crow that can't fly very far. She wants to go to the main hall to find someone to save this person, and she doesn't know how long it will take to fly and jump.

She really wanted to swear.

In the past, with a single thought, you can travel thousands of miles.

There is no place in this world that she cannot reach with her eyes open and closed.

Now I want to jump up and down on the stone road, looking forward to meeting someone by chance.

I only save you once.

Ling Yu thought in her heart while jumping.

It's not because I value you more, it's because your injury came from me, and I don't want to kill anyone.

At this time, she seemed to have forgotten that before her death, she was a big monster who killed people without blinking an eye.

She held the sword that had followed her for thousands of years, and as the wind passed by, countless seekers who had practiced hard for thousands of years died.

People cursed her to die.

The god who came to kill her in Jiuchongtian also looked sideways at her.

Like disgust, like hatred.

But she doesn't care.

There are very few things or people in the world that can make Ling Yu in the past and present be so anxious.

In her eyes, life and death are just a key to the endless cycle. If you die today, you can live tomorrow.

At worst, it hurts.

But it would be too ridiculous for this little fairy to die because he pecked it.

From the place where Wen Jing Zen lives, it is not too complicated to find any of his senior brothers and sisters.

Ling Yu felt that it would be better if he did a good deed every day to save lives and heal the wounded.

But usually the mountains and plains are full of people's clear mountains, but today there is no one.

She managed to find a small courtyard, but there was no one there.

The unfinished homework on the table is still there.

Ling Yu suddenly thought of a place.

There is a rootless Bodhi tree on the top of Mingjing Mountain, and the whole mountain is also famous for the Bodhi tree.

There is a square platform in front of the tree, which is called Mingjing platform.

It is said that when there are any major discussions, or the real person in charge gives a class, it is at the Mingjing Terrace.

There is no one everywhere today, it is very likely that the real Shuci has left the customs and is teaching at the Mingjing Terrace.

Whether Ling Yu's guess is right or wrong, she can't care so much.

If she delays any longer, Wen Jingchan will only have a dead end.

The road to Mingjingtai is long.

Thousands of heavenly steps, a thousand ways of practice.

She couldn't fly, so she could only go up step by step.

Ling Yu glanced back at Wen Jingchan's residence, and went to Mingjing Terrace without looking back.

(End of this chapter)