Dijun's black moonlight is back

The woman turned a deaf ear to Ling Yu's words again, and said to herself: "You should go back, Yan Sheng."

As soon as she finished speaking, a white light flashed in front of Ling Yu's eyes, and then she woke up.

Ling Yu felt that she seemed to be driven out of her dream by that woman.

She didn't answer any of Ling Yu's questions, and disappeared immediately after saying what she wanted to say.

Could it be that he became angry from embarrassment?
It shouldn't be possible, she looks heartless, not like a god who gets angry just because of a few words.

Ling Yu lay down on the bed, her eyes swept over the beams, her body was a little sore, probably because she had just fused her spiritual roots.

It's strange to say, isn't she on Jiange Mountain, why did she come to this place?

The furnishings of this house still look familiar.

Lingyu sat up after lying down enough, opened the door and walked around in the courtyard.

Isn't this where the disciples of Qingcheng Mountain live?How did she come here?

There was a clay pot in front of Ling Yu, and a mountain rose was planted in it. Its root system extended from the cracks in the pot, grew along the stone railing, and finally penetrated into the soil.

After 300 years, this mountain rose that was left unattended knew to find its own way out.

Ling Yu snapped the clay pot and cast a spell to plant it in the soil.

She was the one who brought back this rose plant, planted it in a clay pot and put it on her window sill.

Now she can't water and fertilize it every day, only let it return to the earth.

When Tang Yuan came in with breakfast, he happened to see Ling Yu planting roses.

"Lingyu, you really woke up," Tang Yuan said, "My master said that if you wake up, you will go to Tianmen Pass."

He put the things in his hand on the table, and added a few words: "By the way, my master is the real Xiyan you mentioned."

Of course Lingyu knew, but she didn't know what Master Xiyan was looking for her for.

And Wen Jingchan disappeared anyway.

When she woke up, she thought of a lot of excuses, preparing to face Wen Jingchan's interrogation.

In all fairness, there are so many things along the way, no matter how Wen Jing Chan is, there should be 1 questions in my mind.

It was probably because he was busy with something before, but now that he is free, it stands to reason that he should be able to ask.

Tang Yuan saw Ling Yu looking around in the yard, so he had to urge her: "Come over for dinner, you have been sleeping since noon yesterday, aren't you hungry?"

Ling Yu was not too polite, walked over and sat down and started eating.

The people on Mount Qingcheng are very simple and unpretentious, and they eat only things that grow in the mountains.

These are not so delicious, just pursue a full meal.

Tang Yuan was afraid that she would taste bad, so he specially served her a plate of appetizing sour radish.

He sat across from Ling Yu, watching her finish all her food like the autumn wind sweeping the fallen leaves.

"I didn't expect to see each other again so soon," Tang Yuan held his chin with his hand and looked at Ling Yu, "I thought it would take hundreds or thousands of years."

Ling Yu raised her head and looked into his eyes. These words made her almost think that the person in front of her was Tang Yuan in her previous life.

But after seeing the pure joy in his eyes, Ling Yu knew it was not.

"I went to Tianmen to close it." Ling Yu said.

After she finished speaking, she got up and went out, Tang Yuan had no choice but to catch up: "You are here for the first time, do you know where it is, I will show you the way."

Ling Yu thought how could she not know that Tianmen Pass was the place where Fushuang used to retreat.

But she didn't say it out of her mouth, but let Tang Yuan walk in front of her.

She has always been dissatisfied with the road in Qingcheng Mountain, which is steep and narrow.

Fushuang once said that this was done deliberately by the immortal heads of various sects, and that the way up the mountain is actually the same as the way to ascend the immortal.

Steep and narrow.

There are many ascetics in the world, and it is not easy to cultivate diligently, and it is not easy to survive the catastrophe.

In the end, it is really a minority among the few who can really become immortals and gods.

Ling Yu never judged these things in front of Fu Shuang, she actually disagreed in her heart.

There are many things that the spirit world doesn't have. If you can have the abundant spiritual energy and the exotic flowers and plants growing everywhere in the 33rd heaven, it is not difficult to cultivate immortals.

It's a pity that there are too few people who have been there, and people think that walking this road should endure hardships and stand hard work.

Tang Yuan enthusiastically introduced Mount Qingcheng to Ling Yu, as if he didn't just come here yesterday.

Ling Yu was also very cooperative, listening to him silently along the way.

She suddenly saw a small pendant on Tang Yuan's waist, and reached out to grab it off.

Tang Yuan turned to look at her: "Ling Yu, do you like this?"

He scratched his head in embarrassment: "It stands to reason that if you like it, I should give it to you, but this is my apprenticeship ceremony, so..."

Ling Yu ignored Tang Yuan, but stroked its surface with his thumb.

The silver pendant turned into an umbrella in an instant, Ling Yu looked down at it, and did not speak for a long time.

Blade Moon Umbrella.

She opened the umbrella and found that the crack back then was gone.

"What's the use of me?" Ling Yu finally answered Tang Yuan's words.

She put away the umbrella, turned it back into a pendant and handed it to Tang Yuan.

Tang Yuan didn't expect this thing to have such a change, and couldn't help sighing: "Wow, how could it be an umbrella."

"It's a magic weapon," Ling Yu said, "if you practice properly in the future, you can accept it as a magic weapon of your own destiny."

"Isn't the natal artifact cultivated by yourself?" Tang Yuan asked.

"If you have the ability, you can practice it yourself," Ling Yu replied, "otherwise, you can just harvest it, but many people can't."

"Why can't you accept it?" Tang Yuan asked.

Ling Yu was also quite patient, and answered him: "The qualifications for cultivation are not enough, and the magic weapon of natal life is also a spiritual weapon with choices, and will not follow a master with no future."

"Then how do you know it will recognize me?" Tang Yuan asked again.

Ling Yu looked into Tang Yuan's eyes: "Because I can tell fortunes."

This is half true and half false. She can indeed tell fortunes, such as the fortune telling for Wen Jingchan.

But it's really not possible, because she doesn't know what she has calculated for him.

Tang Yuan believed it was true: "Ling Yu, you are really amazing."

"Chun Shan smiled, Guan Qing Yin." Ling Yu read.

A knife and a sword melted out in response to the sound, floating in front of the two of them.

Ling Yu jumped on the long sword transformed by Qing Ziyin, and pulled Tang Yuan to stand on Chun Shanxiao from the air: "I will teach you to be more powerful."

Tang Yuan had never learned this before, and his body began to sway when he stood up.

Ling Yu stood with his hands behind his back on the sword: "Look forward, don't be afraid."

The two flew over the mountain forest, and some beginners looked up one after another.

The scenery at the foot of the mountain was beautiful and magnificent, Tang Yuan couldn't help shouting, he had never been so happy since he was born.

With the gate of heaven closing in front of him, Ling Yu jumped off the sword and stood on a rock.

She turned around and cast a spell, summoning Chun Shanxiao to withdraw the knife after landing smoothly.

Tang Yuan still had some thoughts: "When will I be like you?"

Ling Yu walked towards the stone gate and said without looking back, "Maybe it's tomorrow."