Magic Cultivation Survival Guide

Chapter 39 [041] Shame
Thanks for the reward of 'drawing the knife to wash the wisdom'~~
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There was a hint of paleness in the east, and the light of Venus gradually dimmed. Jin Ling stood at the door of the private school and looked into the distance.

"Jin Ling."

Jin Ling looked back, and saw that Leng Qingqiu was wearing a fiery red wedding dress, with pieces of double lotus flowers embroidered on the skirt, symbolizing the unswerving love between her and Du Heng until death.

This is the only time in Leng Qingqiu's life that she wears a red dress. Her black hair is disheveled, and the tear stains on her face can be seen faintly. I feel sorry for her.Getting married is originally a happy event, but it ends in a trivial matter.

Jin Ling took out the extremely yin wood that had been prepared and the bone slips that recorded the "Ghost Controlling Art" and handed them to Leng Qingqiu, "I will guard, don't worry!"

Leng Qingqiu's hand holding Ji Yinmu trembled a little, and she walked towards the inner hall with flickering candlelight step by step, but Du Heng finally persuaded her, but she didn't want to pretend to be someone else, she wanted to draw Du Heng's soul out by herself.

Jin Ling jumped onto the roof and put all his attention on guard. She probably understood the cause and effect of this incident.

Du Heng came from the Southern Wilderness, offended an ancient tribe and fled all the way after being poisoned. Three years ago, he fled to Xize and met Leng Qingqiu and rescued her. Leng Qingqiu has been looking for Du Heng all these years, until she entered the Red Leaf Valley. Only then did Du Heng's whereabouts finally become known.

The last time Jin Ling saw Leng Qingqiu at the gate of the mountain, she was looking for Du Heng, and later they fell in love, but each had their own difficulties and kept them from the other. Although they both had doubts in their hearts, they agreed tacitly without asking.

It wasn't until Du Heng knew that his life was near but he was reluctant to leave Leng Qingqiu, and met Jin Ling by chance, that he saw hope.

A living soul can retain part of the memory, so he has to abandon his body and let Leng Qingqiu sacrifice him to become a ghost soldier. If Leng Qingqiu is alive, he will be alive. If Leng Qingqiu is strong, he will have the hope of reshaping his dharma body. If Leng Qingqiu dies, He will also disappear.

Jin Ling smiled helplessly, this could be regarded as another situation of sharing life and death together.

The sun is rising, the fog is thinning, the rooster is crowing, the smoke is rising, and the quiet town is gradually becoming noisy.

'Squeak - ah -'

The door was slowly opened, and Jin Ling jumped down from the roof. When he saw Leng Qingqiu coming out, he gasped, her three-foot black hair turned white overnight.

At this moment, Leng Qingqiu was dressed in white with white hair, the red bead between his eyebrows disappeared without a trace, and his whole body exuded a cold aura of not being close to strangers. Seeing Jin Ling, Leng Qingqiu's eyes suddenly burst into murderous intent, and the white silk around his waist flicked He said to Jin Ling, "Let's make a move!"

Jin Ling was taken aback for a moment, and anger rushed to his forehead. Is this turning his face and denying others? !She didn't bother arguing with this woman who lost her mind, so she sacrificed the ghost amulet and said, "Hit me, I, Jin Ling, have never been afraid of anyone!"

The white silk was like a snake, spitting out a message and entangled Jin Ling. Jin Ling summoned the little ghosts and turned into a black satin and bumped into them head-on. One black and one white intertwined in the air. The icy breath on the white silk froze the little ghosts, but those little ghosts It's not easy to bully, with countless sharp claws tearing at the white silk, you advance and retreat evenly.

Seeing that the white silk was entangled, Leng Qingqiu's white hair was windless, and he waved his hands slowly, and ice pear flowers emerged in the place he passed, the cold air was overwhelming but the fragrance was overwhelming.

It's Meixiang again! !Jin Ling looked serious, took out three bone nails and attacked Leng Qingqiu in three directions at the same time.

Leng Qingqiu raised her eyelids slightly, and the three icy pear blossoms hit the bone nail and burst, the icy mist was catalyzed by the morning light, and the fragrance became more intense.

Jin Ling had no choice but to hold his breath for the unattainable fragrance. The roulette turned, and the three ghost soldiers scrambled out of the mirror, screaming and killing Leng Qingqiu.

Leng Qingqiu has a ghostly figure, wandering among the ice pear blossoms, the pear blossoms are flying like a swarm of bees, defending and attacking in groups, the three pawns are blocked by the pear blossoms and cannot get close to Leng Qingqiu's body, and the pear blossoms also have the effect of freezing, every time Exploding in front of the ghost pawns will slow down the attack speed of the ghost pawns, but those ghost pawns did not back down, and the battle between the two fell into a stalemate for a while.

At this time, Leng Qingqiu was beaded with fine beads of sweat. Originally, she thought that she could beat Jin Ling to death with only [-]% of her strength, but she never expected that she would be so tenacious. Being entangled by those little ghosts made her have to deal with it with all her strength and dare not be distracted. If this continues, she can only see who can last longer.

Every time ice pear blossoms burst, the cold fragrance in the air becomes stronger, and even if you hold your breath, the fragrance will seep into the body from the skin.

Different from Qi Xuan'er's sweet and fiery fragrance, the cold and autumn fragrance enters the body, making people feel like falling into an ice cellar, feeling that every joint of the body has become extremely hard. Under the scorching sun, Jin Ling's mouth When the white mist came out, the movement of Yin Qi was hindered, and gradually he couldn't even use spells.

Although Leng Qingqiu was entangled to death by himself and could only defend but not attack, but she must be the one who suffers from such a stalemate. Her cultivation is close to the fifth level of Qi Condensation, and the total amount of Yin Qi in her body is not even a star.

Jin Ling only thought for a moment before decisively deciding to break the deadlock.

With a wave of his hand, many little ghosts were recalled. Leng Qingqiu dodged a ghost soldier's sharp claws and manipulated the white silk to roll towards Jin Ling. The flowers are all broken.

"bang bang bang"

The crackling sound was mixed with the little devil's screams one after another. Surprise flashed across Leng Qingqiu's unchanging face. Without Binglihua's obstruction, the three ghost soldiers surrounded him, ghost fire bombs and Yinfeng blades attacked from both sides, and Leng Qingqiu gritted his teeth. The phantom step was pushed to the extreme, and the body shot high into the sky like a sharp sword to avoid the attack.

"Jingla——" With a sound, the white silk wrapping towards Jin Ling was cut open by the subduing pestle. Under the blessing of 'Qing Ling', Jin Ling was like a goshawk, fighting with Leng Qingqiu with the subduing pestle in his hand.

Every time Binglihua was urged, there would be little ghosts attacking and smashing it to pieces. One person and three ghosts did not give Leng Qingqiu a chance to breathe at all, and gradually forced Leng Qingqiu to lose the wind by gang fights.

Spiritual consciousness resisted the Meixiang that penetrated his body, Jin Ling's control over the little ghost was gradually failing, and the yin energy in his body was gradually exhausted, the battle with Leng Qingqiu was too long, if only the ghost was there...

At this moment, Leng Qingqiu withdrew his hand suddenly, took back the white silk wrapped around his waist, stood far away on the roof, looked into the distance with a lonely expression, and said softly: "You are fine."

"What do you mean?" Jin Ling held the magic subduing pestle with a puzzled expression on his face.

"You have never used Tianxiang medicine, and you have never used dance to practice, right?" Leng Qingqiu finished speaking and did not wait for Jin Ling to answer, he spread his arms and danced slowly, and the dancer was "Tianxiang Meiwu".

"Before the dance, the spirit rises first." Leng Qingqiu, in white clothes and white hair, dances lightly and gracefully, moving with the wind, the cold fragrance hits, blossoming pear blossoms flicker all over Leng Qingqiu, Jin Ling only feels that Leng Qingqiu has become one of them One, for a while, I only saw white pear blossoms all over the sky, fluttering like goose feathers and heavy snow.

"God moves at will, and charm is born by God!" Leng Qingqiu's momentum suddenly changed, and his dancing posture accelerated accordingly. The white clothes, but no longer the cold and arrogant air before, replaced by a heart-pounding warmth.

"The shape of flattery, care about it, the function of flattery, in the heart!" Leng Qingqiu slowly stopped dancing and looked at Jin Ling and said, "There are thousands of flattery in the world, and how many kinds you can comprehend are all in yourself. When you first entered the valley, your master was like this Teach me, maybe it will help you break through."

It was only at this time that Jin Ling suddenly realized that he was speechless. Leng Qingqiu didn't want to turn his back on her face, but wanted to find out about her and give her some advice. It's just that she has such a temperament, so it's hard to avoid being misunderstood.

(End of this chapter)