Dijun's black moonlight is back

Chapter 62 Rainy Night
When Ling Yu returned to the room, the water stains on his hands were still wet.

She didn't get the words out of Mozun's mouth, and she didn't know the use of his evil spirit sword, so she didn't know how much bargaining chip she could have to talk to him about breaking the formation.

If she wanted to cooperate with the inside and the outside to break the mountain guard formation, she had to know how credible this person was.

As soon as Ling Yu rolled her eyes, she ran over and knocked on Wen Jingchan's door: "Is Master asleep?"

Immediately there was the sound of someone walking in the room, but he did not answer Ling Yu in a hurry, but came out to open the door after a while.

He was very neatly dressed, and he didn't look like he was going to rest after dark.

"I'm a little hungry," Ling Yu said, "Let's eat small seafood wontons."

She didn't ask Wen Jingchan whether to go, anyway, if she asked him, she probably asked her if she wanted to go, she might as well decide for him directly.

Xiangfu Town is a small town where people travel from south to north, and there are many vendors selling food at night on weekdays, so that these travelers can have a mouthful of hot food when they pass by.

On the way back, Ling Yu saw the place selling small wontons, and she thought it was pretty good.

After ordering two bowls of wontons, it began to rain inexplicably.

The customers on the street hurriedly finished the rest of the bowl, put their bags on their backs and rushed to the next resting place with their heads covered.

Originally, there were two or threes sitting on the stalls of the guests, but suddenly there were only two masters and apprentices who moved to the grass pavilion to hide from the rain.

The rain came quickly and heavily, and Ling Yu didn't understand why these people didn't hide from the rain, but speeded up their journey.

Standing in the grass pavilion, she stretched out her toes a little, and was hit by raindrops as big as beans.

Wen Jingchan took out a cloak out of nowhere and put it on Ling Yu's shoulders: "Come in and sit, it's raining and cold."

She tied her cloak in a knot and sat opposite Wen Jingchan.

This body is indeed a bit weak, it gets cold when the wind blows, and gets hot when exposed to the sun.

"Master, the people from Ao Zhuhai are arresting our disciples with such great fanfare," Ling Yu finally asked him, "Is it just to get the seal and steal the sword?"

Wen Jingchan didn't hide from her, and nodded: "Yes."

"They killed so many of us," Ling Yu said, "Haven't you thought about seeking justice?"

Wen Jingchan can only save the people on the Reincarnation Vine who are still alive, and he is helpless for those who have died.

"How?" Wen Jingchan asked her.

That's right, this little fairy is very kind, it's not realistic to ask him to retaliate with an eye for an eye.

Ling Yu thought carefully for him, and then offered a move: "Luo Mozun came to get the sword, and then captured and killed him, and the dragons in the sea will have no leader, so naturally no one will harm the disciple again."

"Or," Ling Yu said, "It's fine for the real king to kill him like Ao Zhuhai."

"He and I have to decide the outcome," Wen Jingchan said after thinking carefully, "Maybe he wins."

Ling Yu thought it was right, Wen Jingchan was only over 700 years old, and the demon king who didn't know the details was the king of the clan no matter what.

"Then let them do whatever they want?" Ling Yu asked.

"Realist Pardon and Immortal Yunxia have already set up another enchantment around Wuxiang Yuan," Wen Jingchan said, "No one can enter except me."

"What exactly does the Demon Lord want that sword for?" Ling Yu finally asked the question he wanted to ask in a detour.

"I also heard that there is a pillar of heaven in Aozhuhai, which cut off the magic vein they rely on for cultivation." Wen Jingchan said.

"Tianzhu seems to have the purpose of distinguishing and removing turbidity. Over the years, they have been encroaching on the territory they inhabit."

Demons are different from people cultivating immortals. If we distinguish the spiritual power of heaven and earth, there is also a distinction between turbidity and turbidity.

The clear air enters the three clears, and the turbid air coils on the ground.

Aozhuhai is a place full of turbid air, so it will be occupied by demons and multiply for generations.

If the Tiantian pillar can really remove the turbid qi, and it happened to be inserted on the magic vein, it would really want to cut off their family's retreat.

Who is so wicked.

"So he stole the sword," Ling Yu understood a little bit, "in order to cut off the Tianzhu?"

Sure enough, these things still have to be asked Wen Jingchan.

"I'm just guessing," Wen Jingchan said, "and there is no real evidence."

"Master, his intention doesn't sound like a bad thing," Ling Yu asked, "Why didn't you give it to him?"

According to her understanding, Wen Jingchan is such a compassionate person, if he knew that Mozun only wanted to save his people, he probably wouldn't stick to the Evil Spirit Sword.

"Wuxiangyuan has a true god array," Wen Jingchan said, "If the array is broken, there may be drastic changes in the mountain environment."

Although Wen Jingchan is merciful, it is not because of his compassion, he is willing to sacrifice himself to save others.

He knew in his heart that Mingjing Mountain could not make mistakes, and the Ao Zhuhai far away in the sky was not within his control.

What's more, Tianzhu suddenly appeared in Aozhuhai, and no one can be sure that Wuxiangyuan's sword can cut it off.

It is impossible for him to take the risk of Mingjing Mountain for such an uncertain thing.

The small wontons for two people were finally served, and the mist of food in the night rain made people feel extremely warm.

Ling Yu took out a spoon from his hand and put it in Wen Jingchan's bowl very naturally.

She picked up a wonton herself, blew it and put it in her mouth.

She already knew what she should ask and what she wanted to ask, and she could talk about the rest when she woke up tomorrow.

Wen Jingchan is actually not hungry, but is willing to accompany her out.

The heavy rain outside the grass pavilion was getting heavier and heavier. After the owner of the wonton seller told the two to put the bowls by the stove, he also put on his coir raincoat and went home.

For a moment, only the two of them were left in the whole street, together with the noisy sound of rain outside the pavilion.

Two bowls of wontons were steaming, and a person sat in a dignified posture, eating slowly, bite by bite.

The other poured it into her mouth like drinking porridge. Maybe she didn't look like eating, but the person opposite her looked down at her with a smile.

Xuan Ji looked at two people in the distance from a watchtower, with a flame burning in his chest.

It's anger, it's jealousy.

The necklace that Ling Yu had grabbed was still hanging on his chest, every movement of the pendant made his restlessness worse.

He could hardly pretend anymore.

Originally, he wanted to learn how a man in the world approaches his sweetheart, and slowly figured it out.

But this Wuyang Zhenjun walked too close to her, and there was no sense of proportion between a master and an apprentice.

Especially the way he looks at Ling Yu now, Xuan Ji is also a man, he knows exactly what this true gentleman is thinking.

Ling Yu was still wearing his clothes, eating and drinking unconsciously under his gaze.

He didn't want to look any further, but appeared in a woman's room.

She looked haggard, with a very devastated face, and she was stunned for a long time when she saw Xuanji coming, before she knelt down: "Mozun."

Xuan Ji looked at the 3000 taels of silver in her room, probably knowing what she was sad about.

"I want someone alone," Xuan Ji picked up a piece of silver, "In exchange, Liu Chang will die in prison tonight."

(End of this chapter)