Dijun's black moonlight is back

There was a weak spiritual power rushing through his meridians. Wen Jingchan had been at Tianmen Pass these past few days, probably hoping to use the power of his spiritual veins to resolve it.

But today it has obviously become more serious.

Ling Yu remembered that this was the spiritual power that turned into a blade and cut Wen Jingchan on the day he absorbed his spiritual roots.

He had never been able to resolve it or pull it out.

Logically speaking, this is absolutely impossible. He is the only true king in the world for thousands of years. How could he be so embarrassed by a little spiritual power?

Just this little bit kept cutting his meridians in his body and ruining his practice.

Today it is a bit more rampant, probably because Lingyu used the sky fire to temper himself, and it also strengthened.

Ling Yu tried to lure it out, but it was in vain. While it was driven back and forth by Wen Jingchan's power, it was pulled outward by Ling Yu.

The final result is that it can't find its own direction and doesn't know where it's going, so it can only crash in even more confusion.

"Master," Ling Yu tried to wake up Wen Jingchan, "Master, wake up."

There were beads of sweat on Wen Jingchan's forehead, and he must be in some pain.

He didn't respond to Ling Yu, but just tightened his eyebrows when the spiritual power charged wildly.

Ling Yu held his face and placed his forehead on his seal.

Wen Jingchan's sea of ​​consciousness is very beautiful, the water is clear and the sea is dotted with feasts, and there are colorful rays of light on the sky that are reflected on the water.

A piece of spiritual power like a flying feather shuttles through the stars, and wherever it passes, the stars will be hit by it and shake twice.

Ling Yu flew over, trying to grab that bit of spiritual power.

After all, this is not her sea of ​​consciousness. She has a lot of inconvenience in moving. She is afraid of running into this one and hurting that one. She really can't catch up with it.

Ling Yu simply stopped and formed a seal in his hand.

She didn't know if she could be recalled, but she could only treat him like a dead horse.

"The soul is immortal, and the flesh and blood can return," Lingyu thought, "see my true spirit and gather my mortal body."

This is a spell that restores her true body and flesh. I don’t know if it will be useful for the remaining fragments of spiritual power.

Seeing that it was still fleeing indiscriminately, Ling Yu felt that he had failed, and was about to continue chasing it, but found that it turned around and flew towards Ling Yu.

The external force disappeared, and the stars in the sky finally stabilized.

Ling Yu flew to Wen Jingchan's side. He was floating in the sea of ​​consciousness with his eyes closed, and he should be unconscious at the moment.

These stars are very important to ascetics. If anything happens to ordinary people, their cultivation may disappear.

Fortunately, Wen Jingchan seemed to be fine.

Ling Yu turned around and looked at him again, then left his sea of ​​consciousness.

Wen Jingchan's pulse became much more stable, and with Qingcheng Mountain's spiritual veins at his side, Ling Yu felt that he should be able to recover soon.

She had forgotten what she had come here to do with such enthusiasm. Now that the spiritual power in Wen Jingchan's body had been recovered, Ling Yu planned to leave.

Just as he was about to leave, Wen Jingchan opened his eyes and woke up.

He put a hand on his chest and realized that the power that could not be suppressed or resolved was gone.

When he looked up, he happened to see Ling Yu's back.

"Lingyu." He called her.

He had seen the back of her leaving many times before, but this time, he kept her by mistake.

Ling Yu stopped and turned around.

The seal between her eyebrows became brighter, and she must have been to the Star Reaching Tower.

Lingyu noticed that Wen Jingchan was looking at his seal, and subconsciously reached out to touch it: "What's wrong?" "My hair is wet." Wen Jingchan said.

He didn't actually mean to say this, but this was what came out of his mouth, and even he couldn't explain the reason.

Lingyu was stunned for a moment, then touched his temples and found that he was indeed sweating.

It must have been the sweat from the pain in the Star Reaching Tower just now. She came in a hurry and didn't clean it up.

But her mouth was also very fast, and the words jumped out before her mind had time to think about it.

"You're not the same yet." Ling Yu said.

A drop of sweat slipped from Wen Jingchan's forehead and fell down his chin into his collar.

Both of them are suffering today, and neither of them is having an easy time.

Wen Jingchan lowered his head and smiled, stood up and walked to Ling Yu's side: "Let's go, it's time to have dinner."

Ling Yu followed him and walked out of Tianmen Pass.

The two of them walked one behind the other on the narrow and winding mountain road. Occasionally, some disciples who came to listen to lectures would pay homage to Wen Jingchan.

The wind blew across Ling Yu's cheeks, making the sweaty areas feel cool.

"Tomorrow is the last day of lectures," Wen Jingchan said, "How many days do you want to stay in Qingcheng Mountain, or go back to Mingjing Mountain first?"

What he said was that he had other plans, and Ling Yu decided where to go.

"Aren't you going back?" Ling Yu asked.

"I'm going to go to Mount Bangala," Wen Jingchan replied, "and ask Taoist Kuye some questions."

Lingyu had never heard of this person, but Bangalashan knew something about it. She saw it in "Illustrations of Mountains and Seas":
Going westward against the river, the dark waves cross the cross-current and arrive at the border of Zhenzhou, where there are peaks reaching into the sky.

Its ridges are as green and black as beasts, crawling across the wilderness, and their mountain blades are like knives, splitting the sky.

The mountains are covered with snow, competing with the sun for brilliance, and there are few clouds and rains all year round, and the sound of wind whistling sounds like mountain ghosts crying.

Wherever it winds, the prince Roubi paints a fan to cover up the smile of the goddess, defeats the brave general with his saber, and suppresses thousands of resentful spirits.

It is the highest snow-capped mountain among the mountains in the west, and it is also a place where ordinary ascetics dare not set foot easily.

"What are you asking about?" Ling Yu was a little curious.

How could there be a Taoist in such an uninhabited land, and why did Wen Jingchan need to make a special trip there?

"If I can solve the doubts in my heart," Wen Jingchan looked at her sideways, "I'll tell you when I get back, okay?"

Ling Yu groaned in her heart, he said so, of course she couldn't ask more.

She also has many secrets that she has not been honest with, so she is not qualified to let Wen Jingchan know everything.

"However," Wen Jingchan suddenly stopped and turned to face Ling Yu, "If you want to know what I asked, you must also tell me one thing."

"What's the matter?" Lingyu asked.

She looked at Wen Jingchan defensively, but there was only a spring breeze-like smile in his eyes.

The sun was setting just right at the moment, and the light shone on Wen Jingchan's eyebrows and nose, and the corners of his lips that were half-smiling were slightly raised. Lingyu had to admit that he was indeed very good-looking.

"Don't be nervous." Wen Jingchan said.

Ling Yu thought to herself, who knows what you are going to ask, how could she not be nervous if you ask something about the real body.

But then I thought about it, Wen Jingchan probably didn't know anything about this, and wasn't afraid that he would ask about it.

Wen Jingchan looked into her eyes, as if he wanted to see through her: "What I want to ask, I already have the answer in my heart, I just want to hear what you say."

Ling Yu:?
Are you sure this will make people less nervous?