Dijun's black moonlight is back

Chapter 8 Cardiac Remodeling
Ling Yu felt that her world view was about to be destroyed.

She has lived for thousands of years, and there is no time when she is more angry than now.

Why?
Why did she die in real life, leaving only a remnant soul alive.

And this Mingjing Mountain, which should have disappeared from the world a long time ago, is still standing here.

After the death of a bodhi child, there will be people like Master Yunhe and Immortal Master of Forgiveness.

A group of apprentices died, and there were people like Liuyue Xinghun behind them.

The spirit veins destroyed by the evil spirit sword can actually regenerate.

Why? !

Then everything she did in her previous life was like a dream.

After waking up from the dream, these hypocritical people are still passing on the torch.

Mingjing Mountain is still a fairy gate that will not fall.

There are still countless people enshrining it, worshiping it, and praising it.

Ridiculous, how ridiculous.

The only thing that has changed seems to be Ling Yu.

Her real body died, and she was reborn with a remnant soul, but she was too weak to take off.

Even if he is unwilling, he doesn't know where the road of revenge should start.

Extremely angry, Ling Yu calmed down instead.

There is nothing she can do now.

I still have to look forward to Wen Jingchan taking herself to the Mingjingtai every day, and using the spiritual vein that should have been cut off to reshape my heart vein.

I don't know when will be the next time I turn into a human body.

"Ling Yu," Wen Jingchan noticed that she was a little depressed, "You seem a little unhappy."

He looked at the top of her head: "Why didn't it bloom?"

fuck off.

Ling Yu was very annoyed.

"Don't worry," Wen Jingchan said, "Master asked me to take you to the spiritual veins to nourish when I have free time in the future."

"Maybe in a few days you will be able to fly like other birds."

Wen Jingchan hugged Lingyu and walked through the mountains.

Along the way, there are gurgling water and birds and beasts competing for cries.

The sun shines through the tall tree crowns and shines on the mossy stone road.

Occasionally, there will be a few small courtyards, which are the residences of Wen Jing Chan and his sisters.

Everything is so quiet and beautiful.

"Look," Wen Jingchan suddenly stopped, pointing to a small pool of water, "I picked you up here."

Lishui Creek is really just a small stream. In the place Wen Jingchan pointed out, because of the flat terrain and piled up rocks, a square-inch pool of water was formed.

At that time, Ling Yu was at the edge of the pool, washed by the slowly flowing stream.

Her wings had no strength in the first place, and they couldn't fly when they got wet, so they could only struggle back and forth in the pool.

If Wen Jingchan hadn't picked her up, her fate would have been hard to say.

"You and I are destined." Wen Jingchan said.

Ling Yu: ...

Pull it down quickly, I don’t want to have a fate with anyone who has a fate with you from Mingjing Mountain.

After getting along with each other these days, Ling Yu found out that this kid actually doesn't know anyone very well.

He is the youngest apprentice in the sect, and he is also the personal heir of Shu Ci Daoist.

Ling Yu could tell that his brothers and sisters liked him very much.

But he just doesn't like to get too close to people.

For this reason, I also specially found a residence farthest from the place where the class was held in Mingjing Mountain.

He is not afraid of trouble, he starts an hour earlier than others every day, just in time to catch up with class.

If she hadn't stopped talking when facing Ling Yu, she would have suspected that the child was autistic.

Wen Jingchan didn't know how Lingyu evaluated him in his heart, so he hugged her and continued walking back after speaking.

He always felt very uncomfortable in crowded places.

Only when he is alone with Ling Yu can he feel peaceful in his heart.

Fortunately, his Lingyu also values ​​him very much.

Thousands of heavenly steps, a thousand ways of practice.

She was a little bird that couldn't fly very far, afraid that she would die, so she insisted on climbing up.

Wen Jingchan was very proud in his heart, he was very happy to be valued so much.

While he was happy, he was also worried.

Birds and beasts don't live long in the first place, and Ling Yu is full of problems, he doesn't know where to start to heal them.

It has been less than three years since he became a teacher, and what he has learned is really too limited.

The herbal supplements at home are all for Ling Yu to use indiscriminately, and use whatever is valuable.

As for the effect, he didn't see much anyway.

Although he didn't feel bad for using Ling Yu, but it was useless.

Especially Ling Yu can't speak, if she finds something useful for her food, she can't tell him.

I can only take her to the Mingjing Terrace every day from now on, to see what fortune she can gain over time.

"Little Lingyu, little Lingyu," Wen Jingchan said, "You should live longer, I want you to accompany me for a long time."

When Ling Yu heard this, she couldn't help laughing.

Live longer?I can boil you to death, do you believe it or not?
A mortal is only a hundred years old, even if he cultivates immortality and fails to attain the Tao, he will have another two or three hundred years to live.

Although she doesn't have a real body now, as long as the evil spirit sword in Mingjing Mountain is not refined, she can live forever.

Live forever.

If this little fairy is so talented and accidentally becomes a fairy, he can live for thousands of years.

That also has to die in front of her.

I am a big monster born from nothingness, you want to live past me?
Your patriarch Bodhizi was killed by me.

Wen Jingchan was completely unaware of these small calculations in Ling Yu's mind, and only thought that she was nestling in his arms obediently, listening to his nagging.

It's strange to say that when getting along with Ling Yu, he always has endless things to say.

Sometimes it works.

But most of the time it's useless crap.

Wen Jingchan walked back to her small courtyard, opened the door and saw the ashlar table with colorful wild flowers on it.

He put Ling Yu back into the nest, and sat on the side watching her silently.

Birds don't see as many emotions as humans do.

Greed, hatred, ignorance and resentment, sorrow, joy, anger and sorrow.

Even so, he still likes to watch Ling Yu.

It's like if you miss a glance, you will regret it forever.

It seems that the previous life has not seen enough, so they parted in a hurry.

Ling Yu also looked at the scar between his eyebrows, feeling somewhat guilty in her heart.

Well, come back later for revenge, not to kill you.

She felt sorry for him in her heart.

Unknowingly, Wen Jingchan reached out and touched the top of her head: "So cute."

No, you still have to kill.

Ling Yu thought.

It must be killed, kill all of you people from Mingjing Mountain.

"Starting tomorrow," Wen Jingchan said, "I will take you to the Mingjing Terrace every day."

"I am on the road of seeking immortality and asking questions. The years are long, and one day I will restore you to your original state."

Ling Yu scoffed, and recovered?
If it is really the same as before, I am afraid that this little fairy will become the biggest sinner in the world.

If she could find her real body and spirit, and restore her original cultivation, the first thing she would do would be to annihilate the entire sect of Mingjing Mountain.

Then he cut off the mountain range, stepped on the Tongtian Road, and killed all the way to the Sanqing God Realm.

Go and see if the sanctimonious immortal has fulfilled his wish and sat on the position of the deity.

If there is, it's best.

Kill him easily.

She wants the Sanqing to have no true gods, and all the immortals will perish.

(End of this chapter)