Dijun's black moonlight is back

Ling Yu and Wen Jingchan returned to the room with the wishful wine, and the two of them thought about their own things along the way, without saying a word.

In fact, it was only a few days since I went down the mountain, but Ling Yu always felt that these days were different from her previous ones.

As for what was different, she couldn't tell.

The crescent moon hung high in the sky, and someone knocked on the tile above Wen Jingchan's head: "Master, do you want to drink?"

He didn't expect her to run to the top of the building again, but this also seemed to be her way of doing things.

Wen Jingchan appeared beside her and sat on the roof with her.

It was already night in Xiangfu Town, and the streets were quiet, except for the occasional jackdaws flying in the sky.

Ling Yu poured a glass of wine for Wen Jingchan, then hugged her knees and raised her head to look at the moon.

Immortal Palace Guanghan is too similar to her original home.

"Master," Ling Yu looked at the moon and asked Wen Jingchan without turning his head, "If you don't cultivate immortality, what will you do?"

"Are you asking if I fail to cross the tribulation?" Wen Jingchan said hesitantly: "But I haven't made up my mind yet, so I don't know how to answer."

"No," Ling Yu said, "I'm asking what would you do if you don't cultivate immortality."

Wen Jingchan didn't quite understand it. Aren't these two questions the same thing?

"Then let me tell you first," Ling Yu said, "I want to build a tall tower, where the cold comes and the summer goes, and I only care about the scenery without using my brain."

She suddenly turned her head to look at Wen Jingchan. She didn't know whether it was because the moonlight was too cold, which made her eyes feel a little cold, or she was so dissociated from the world from the beginning to the end.

"What about you?" Ling Yu asked, "Is there anything you can't ask for?"

Wen Jingchan looked at her for a long time, and finally moved his gaze away.

What she didn't know was that every time this kind of eye contact was like a confrontation between two armies to him.

Every time he evaded, it was a defeat.

He lowered his eyes and said lightly, "No."

Ling Yu knew that he was not lying.

Wuyang Zhenjun is the proud son of heaven, an earth immortal who is half a step away from the gate of heaven at the age of [-].

After one catastrophe, he can become a fairy and a god.

Such a person naturally has nothing in his heart that he can't ask for.

After hearing the answer, she smiled, took her glass of wishful wine and drank it down.

The spirits entered her throat, and she felt a rush of heat burning her heart and lungs.

She was supposed to cross the sky and the earth, ride the wind, and be invincible, but now she looks like this.

Wen Jingchan looked at her without saying a word.

He wanted to say something to explain why he had nothing to ask for, and he rehearsed the words countless times in his heart, but he still couldn't say it in the end.

Where should we start?

Wen Jingchan just wanted to say that what he wanted in his heart but couldn't get it was right in front of him.

The fate is deep and shallow, he picked up Lingyu in Lishuixi, and took her as a disciple in Luliu Bieyuan.

It took him 30 years to convince himself to reunite with her after a thousand years.

It would be great if he could become a god, this is his recent greed.

Before he practiced, although he knew that he would one day become an immortal, he never looked forward to it.

Now he always feels that he seems to have greed in his heart, and from time to time he wants to overcome the calamity and ascend as soon as possible.

At that time, he can take her to immortality.

He couldn't say these words, and he didn't know how to say them.

There is always something between him and Ling Yu.

For example, at this moment, she was sitting beside him, looking up at the moon, but he didn't know what she was thinking.

She said so many words, Wen Jingchan still couldn't figure out her thoughts.

"Don't you drink?" Ling Yu asked him.

Seeing that Wen Jingchan didn't respond, she made a trick in her hand and threw it into his wine glass.

"When did you learn the Liuyao technique?" Wen Jingchan was a little surprised.

She would feel drowsy just reading those books, but she could use them easily.

"In order to predict my own future," Ling Yu said, "No matter how much you resist, you have to learn."

Ling Yu picked up the wine glass and handed it to Wen Jingchan.

In this wine, there is a divination by her.

"The apprentice has little talent and learning, so this hexagram may or may not be successful," Ling Yu said, "but if it succeeds, the master will be able to see a future event."

"With the blessing of this wishful wine, it is probably a good thing."

She has reached her limit. If Wen Jingchan doesn't take the bait to drink again, she doesn't know how to lie to him.

I can only pray that he sleeps more tonight and gives her a chance to slip away.

He didn't move for a long time, Ling Yu felt that there was nothing to do, and when he was about to stop, he took it.

Before Ling Yu could say anything more, he gulped it down.

He seems to be in a hurry?
Ling Yu was a little uncertain, but she thought about it, maybe she was just thinking too much.

After drinking, Wen Jingchan disappeared from the roof.

Ling Yu clicked her tongue in her heart, she didn't know who she learned from, and left without even saying hello.

What would he be dreaming about?

Ling Yu looked up at the moon, and couldn't help guessing his upcoming dream.

She barely learned the six-yao technique, and she had only half-knowledge for tens of thousands of years in her previous life and present life.

She was serious about giving him this hexagram today, but her ability is limited.

"Good dream," Ling Yu said to the moon, "Master."

Wen Jingchan's thoughts are very chaotic, and she can fall asleep with a stick of incense on weekdays, but tonight she can't sleep.

The spirit feather in the illusion is more murderous than the demon king who started the war between gods and demons tens of thousands of years ago.

Although he didn't ask Ling Yu, he kept thinking why.

There is also Ling Yu's blood, when he was bandaged when he was burned, it made him feel extremely painful.

This time, there was an array to cover up the five senses, but the piercing pain did not subside at all.

More than 1000 years ago in Wuxiangyuan, when he saved her with his spiritual root, he was also in pain.

There's no way this could be a coincidence.

Wen Jing suddenly remembered something, he touched the magic seal between his eyebrows, it was left after Ling Yu pecked him.

So far there is no sign of fading.

He has never seen similar records in any books and classics, nor has he heard of similar situations.

In these years, he has also been to the mortal world to practice, slaying demons and eliminating countless demons, and has seen many natural poisons.

Some of the poisons he was poisoned were to kill him, and some were to cripple him.

When touching Ling Yu's blood, if it is poison, it is also a very special poison.

I don't want to hurt him, and I don't want to destroy him.

Just want to make him hurt.

Every inch of skin, every inch of bone, even his fairy bones and spiritual roots, were in pain beyond the limits of what ordinary people could bear.

A guess flashed through Wen Jingchan's mind. He wanted to catch that flash of light, but was entangled by the oncoming sleepiness.

His thoughts became more and more chaotic, and he seemed to hear someone wishing him a good dream vaguely.

The sound was far and near, like a feather falling from the sky.

When it fell on his mind, it made him a little overwhelmed.