Dijun's black moonlight is back

Master Xiyan's inner demons were completely eliminated. After the incident, Ben Wen Jingchan planned to return to Mingjing Mountain.

But several real people from Taiyi Sect knew that he was coming, and they all came to ask him to stay and teach for a few days.

Ling Yu took Tai Yizong's Zhenge Golden Pill, and Wen Jingchan couldn't refuse, so he could only agree to give lectures in Qingcheng Mountain for three days.

As soon as the news came out, all the ascetics in the Jinsha Remains ran to Mount Qingcheng.

Mount Qingcheng is right in the market, and the formation guarding the mountain doesn't really restrict others from going up the mountain.

When Wen Jingchan was in Mingjing Mountain before, many people who wanted to see him were stopped at the foot of the mountain by unreasonable formations.

In the past few days, having the opportunity to meet him in Qingcheng Mountain and listen to his guidance on how to cultivate is a rare opportunity for many people.

Especially since there is no threshold for this opportunity.

On the first day, Lingyu went to the dojo outside Tianmenguan to observe, but she didn't even see a hair on Wen Jingchan's head.

The practitioners surrounded the steps so tightly that Ling Yu didn't even see the floor tiles of the ashram.

Looking over at a glance, it is full of black and black heads.

Ling Yu didn't like to join in the fun, so she went down the mountain to buy some paper money and joss sticks, and went to Jiange Mountain to visit the grave.

Bewitched by the illusion before, even Fushuang's tomb was fake.

This time she found the real tomb, but the sight in front of her surprised her.

It looks like people offer incense and clean it all year round. Even Tang Yuan's tomb without an inscription is full of incense.

After Ling Yu finished everything and scattered the flower seeds around, he sat down against Fu Shuang's tombstone.

Just like how they sat together in those days.

Lingyu's fingertips lit up, she pointed at the void in front of her, and drew a scribbled image of her real body.

"Senior sister, do you know," Ling Yu said to the real body, but it was Fu Shuang who yelled, "I have been to Si Ming Xingjun's mansion."

"I have clearly changed your fate, and cut off the relationship between you and me."

"Why did you still meet?"

Lingyu blew a breath on the real body portrait she drew, and the big demon with wings, dragon claws, and snake tail was blown away in the wind.

"Is it because of the spirit root?"

"I've got it back. Don't meet me again in the future, okay?"

Her voice was so soft that it could drown out the rustling of the surrounding leaves.

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a gentle breeze, and a green bamboo leaf was brought over by the wind and stopped on Fu Shuang's tombstone.

Lingyu said goodbye to Qingruo for thousands of years, and the encounter in this life was beyond her expectation.

She guessed that it should be because Qingruo's soul is no longer incomplete, and the spirit root attracted the two to meet.

Now that the property has been returned to its original owner, the rest of the lives should be rotated according to what Ling Yu did in Si Ming Xingjun's mansion.

They will never meet again.

Ling Yu put a piece of glutinous rice cake on Fushuang's tribute box, which Fushuang always said she liked to eat.

In fact, she is not quite sure whether she loves it or not, maybe she is just not too bored, maybe she really likes it very much.

A stream of mortal breath was caught in the wind, and Ling Yu's ears moved, catching this strangeness.

Immediately, a long transparent needle condensed at a very high speed flew towards the direction of the breath.

The man was skilled enough to escape the blow by jumping onto the tree trunk.

Ling Yu appeared behind him, hanging in the air and looking at him indifferently, beside her were several long needles ready to go.

Li Wangshu turned back in a panic: "Don't, don't, I didn't eavesdrop on purpose!"

Ling Yu stood with his hands behind his back, looking at him from top to bottom.

He was also carrying a bamboo basket in his hand, very similar to Ling Yu's, with a few sticky paper money in it.

"Is it you who have been worshiping?" Ling Yu asked.

Li Wangshu picked up the bamboo basket: "You mean this? Yes, it's me."

Ling Yu didn't say any more, and returned to the tombstone in a flash. He wanted to ask him how much he had heard, and considered whether to kill him to silence him.

Seeing that he had been paying homage and sweeping the grave, Lingyu didn't ask any questions and just pretended that he didn't know this person was here.

Unexpectedly, Li Wangshu chased after her and stood in front of the tomb with her.

"Is this your relative or friend?" Li Wangshu asked.

Ling Yu ignored him, it was already very tolerant not to kill him.

"After I entered the school, Master Xiyan told me that there are my senior brothers and sisters here," Li Wangshu said, "The two of them are geniuses that are rare in a thousand years."

"The real person said that I need to pay more respects, and the senior brothers and sisters will show me the way."

Ling Yu glanced at Li Wangshu. He seemed to have just started training. He only had a hundred years of cultivation. He didn't know the depth of the opportunity for the time being.

However, if Daoist Xiyan can tell him this, it is estimated that there is something special about him.

"Fortunately, Zhenjun worked with you to get rid of the earth dragon," Li Wangshu said. "I'm worried about the graves of the two of them, but they can't be moved without permission from relatives and friends."

"Don't move." Ling Yu said.

Fu Shuang chose this place for herself. She said she would sleep here forever when she was alive.

"The earth dragon has been removed," Li Wangshu said, "Of course it won't move."

He paused for a moment and suddenly added: "Fellow Taoist is not as close to me as I was when I was with your master."

Hearing this, Ling Yu turned to look at Li Wangshu.

Her eyes were cold and heavy, Li Wangshu felt that when he looked at her, it was like leaning forward to look at an ancient well of unknown depth, always feeling a little uncomfortable.

He couldn't help but lean back slightly, Ling Yu saw it, and remembered that he didn't have the same reaction when he heard Wen Jingchan's account ban.

"You are not afraid, Zhenjun Wuyang," Ling Yu said, "Are you afraid of me?"

Although she felt that it was reasonable for people in the world to be afraid of Shaohao.

But now she is just a little apprentice, this person is not afraid of Wuyang Zhenjun, who has half-stepped to the immortal, but is afraid of himself, which is really weird.

"What's so scary about the True Monarch? He walks the path of cultivating the Tao with a righteous body and mind. He is a role model for me in this life." Li Wangshu said.

OK, that means I'm not right.

Ling Yu didn't want to say more to him. Since she had finished sweeping the tomb, she turned around and went down the mountain.

In fact, she could fly back to Qingcheng Mountain, but she didn't know if she would come here again in the future.

She has walked the path countless times, and she wants to walk again.

Li Wangshu also followed her, knowing that she didn't want to talk more and kept talking.

"Fellow Taoist, I see that you have just cultivated," Li Wangshu said, "it doesn't look like you have just been taught by the True Lord for less than a year."

He seemed to want to continue, Ling Yu took out a golden pill from his bosom and gave it to him: "As a reward for your yearly worship and sweeping, in the future you can come as often as you want, and forget it if you don't want to."

"Also, don't follow me."

Li Wangshu held this golden pill with a new character written on it, his eyes almost fell out.

He didn't know how Ling Yu got it. This golden elixir was refined by Laojun's tripod of Taiyi Sect. It took 1000 years to refine such a piece.

According to his status, Li Wangshu is an inner sect disciple, so he didn't even have the chance to meet this golden elixir.

Ling Yu actually gave it to someone else casually.