In the wooden hall, the gray-haired Zhu Ding was sitting in an old-fashioned wooden chair, and the restrictions on sound and magic around him had been activated.
Ning Xiaoling, Yan Yuan, Ming Lang and three other male disciples sat around the old man and talked about what happened in Linggu that day and night.
"Did the tan snake in the White Snake Valley escape?" Although Zhu Ding had a guess, he was still slightly surprised when he heard the truth.
Ning Xiaoling nodded and said: "When I happened to pass by the White Snake God Valley, I heard a movement coming from inside. I must have escaped for a long time by then and have been waiting for an opportunity."
Zhu Ding wrinkled his old eyelids and recalled some past events, saying: "That seal was set by the previous master. Logically speaking, it shouldn't be loosened... Could it be that it has been in disrepair for a long time?"
"Master?" Ning Xiaoling asked: "Is the master the Wood Spirit Eye mentioned by the feathered snake?"
"Mu Lingtong?" Zhu Ding frowned and said, "Did that snake mention this name?"
"Yeah!" Ning Xiaoling nodded vigorously.
Zhu Ding asked: "Did it say anything else?"
"It also said..." Ning Xiaoling hesitated for a while, concealing the last words, and only said: "It also said that Lord Ming might return."
Zhu Ding did not find it strange and said: "Gods are immortal."
"The wood spirit pupil..." Ning Xiaoling wanted to continue asking.
Zhu Ding explained: "Mu Lingtong is not our founder, but she is also a member of that generation, but she died a long time ago. It is said that she went deep into the netherworld alone and never came back. There should be no bones left. As for the master... he has disappeared without a trace since the founding of the mountain, and only his portrait remains in the main hall of the sect."
Ning Xiaoling nodded.
Zhu Ding looked at the others and said, "What about you? When did the White Snake Temple rise from the ground?"
Everyone began to discuss and check the time. According to estimates, the birth of the White Snake Temple happened one hour after Ning Xiaoling encountered a battle in the White Snake Valley.
As for the origin of the feathered snake, what Zhu Ding said is similar to what was recorded in the White Snake Temple: "All white snakes are traitors. They divided the authority of the underworld king, gnawed the remains of the underworld king, and then escaped into the world. In every corner of the world, they were killed again by other people who coveted the power of Lord Hades in the subsequent catastrophes. The White Snake Temple was originally meant to record this period of history and imprison betrayers."
Zhu Ding sighed as he spoke: "We didn't think carefully about the White Snake God Valley. It was so long ago that even I can't remember it clearly. Fortunately, there was no danger."
Ning Xiaoling thought about Feathered Serpent's last words and asked carefully: "Uncle, where is Tianzang's burial place?"
This is not a secret, and Zhu Ding did not hide it, saying: "The Split God Valley where Luoshu Tower is located is a large wasteland of ruins. Luoshu Tower is in the center of the Split God Valley. Of course, where Tianzang's bones are buried, I’m afraid only the owner of Luoshu Tower knows the specific location.”
"Then..." Ning Xiaoling asked hesitantly: "Then how can a great god like Tianzang be resurrected?"
Zhu Ding smiled and said: "How could I, an old man who has already begun to wait for death, know this?"
Ning Xiaoling nodded lightly and asked further: "Were Tianzang and Mingjun unrelenting enemies in ancient times?"
Zhu Ding said: "Xiao Ling, if you are interested in this period of history, I can ask the owner of the Lingshu Museum to tell you slowly. Of course, the most authentic history is still in the hands of the four sacred towers. When the building is truly opened, the historical scenes will be restored on the ruins, lifelike... That is the real wonder of Middle-earth."
Ning Xiaoling waved her hand and said, "No, I'm just asking casually."
Zhu Ding also replied casually: "Of course Tianzang and Mingjun are undying enemies. It is said that the Great God Xuanze was implicated by them in the first place."
Ning Xiaoling did not ask any more secrets.
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They checked the things in Linggu again.
Zhu Ding listened to the last battle and looked at Ning Xiaoling with a more friendly look, as if he was looking at his closed disciple.
"Senior Sister Xiaoling was very brave at that time. The big snake just opened its mouth and lunged at it. Senior Sister Xiaoling directly penetrated its upper jaw with a spear, and then cut off its wings without changing her expression as if she was being judged. Arms, head..." Yan Yuan said extremely excitedly.
Ning Xiaoling sounded a little scared, thinking that she was obviously her senior brother's cute little junior sister, when did she become so cruel
Shen Tu must have polluted himself...
Zhu Ding asked after thinking of Shen Tu.
His expression also became much more serious.
This is what he really cares about.
The other disciples saw Master Uncle's gaze and walked out one after another. Soon, there were only two people, an old man and a young man, left in the wooden hall.
"Tell me about your origins..." The old man leaned on the back of the chair, holding the handles of the chair with both hands, and spoke in a homely manner.
Listening to these words, Ning Xiaoling felt a hint of danger.
She roughly recounted what happened three years ago.
"This is the reason why I entered Ziting." Ning Xiaoling finished.
"Five demon foxes?" The old man spoke slowly and said, "Your life experience is a legend of twists and turns."
Ning Xiaoling said helplessly: "I also want to live a stable life."
Zhu Ding looked into her eyes and made sure that her previous story was not a lie. Then he slowly spoke and continued to ask: "What about this sword? It has never been pulled out since the establishment of You Pavilion. Why did you admit it?" Are you the master?"
Ning Xiaoling said innocently: "Such a magical weapon has its own thoughts. How do I know what it is thinking?"
Zhu Ding did not agree with this explanation, but he vaguely guessed the reason—it should be the general of You Pavilion who recognized the matter.
He did not continue to ask, but just said: "The White Snake escaping from the canyon is not a big deal unless someone is actually killed, but Shentu is of great importance... Xiaoling, if there are other details, you'd better not hide anything."
Ning Xiaoling said: "Whatever uncle wants to know, I will tell you the truth."
Zhu Ding asked: "You are learning the Taoism of Netherworld just to resurrect your senior brother?"
Ning Xiaoling nodded gently.
The old man looked at her with pity, not knowing whether to break her delusion. He hesitated for a moment, but finally said nothing.
Ning Xiaoling lowered her head, pretending not to see his eyes, calmed down, and whispered: "I relied on Shen Tu's guidance to find those spiritual treasures. Does this count as cheating? Will I be cheated?" Didn’t you confiscate the spiritual treasure?”
The old man said: "These are your opportunities. Our sect emphasizes destiny and destiny, so of course we won't be unable to find more than twenty spiritual treasures."
Ning Xiaoling said again with unfounded worries: "By the way, uncle, monsters like the feathered snake are still coveting the inheritance of Lord Hades. If the ruins of Hades are opened, will something happen..."
Zhu Ding said: "Don't worry, the ruins of Hades have been sealed for a long time. Only the ancestors know how to open it, and even the previous sect masters have not been able to inherit it."
"Isn't it permanently lost?" Ning Xiaoling felt relieved.
"Maybe the ancestor is still alive... In short, this is not something you should worry about." Zhu Ding smiled and said: "But from now on, you will also be a celebrity in the sect. According to the rules, the sect will agree to your arbitrary request. Of course, it can’t be too much.”
Ning Xiaoling said without hesitation: "I want to raise a cat."
"Isn't such a simple request too wasteful?" The old man felt that it was not worth it.
Ning Xiaoling said: "That's it."
Zhu Ding said: "It's okay, the wild cat is in the dark, maybe it's a sign."
Ning Xiaoling wanted to say something else, but a finger suddenly touched her forehead.
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Caught off guard.
The blood in his body suddenly surged like a yellow spring, like a wild beast trying to break free from its cage.
Ning Xiaoling wanted to resist, but the old man had already retracted his finger.
Zhu Ding took out a strand of spiritual energy from her forehead, poured it into a brocade bag, and then handed it to Ning Xiaoling's hand, saying: "You are born to be extraordinary, and you may encounter her again in the future. There are many strange things, if there is another crisis, just open this bag of tips and my uncle will rush over as soon as possible."
Ning Xiaoling held the brocade bag with both hands and said, "Thank you, uncle."
Zhu Ding said: "Okay, I will go to Linggu personally. If I find anything else, I will tell you. Go back first. Don't tell others about what happened in Linggu for the time being."
Ning Xiaoling was relieved, turned around and left with the kit.
She returned to her room immediately.
Although her injuries have recovered, the bloody clothes still stick to her skin, which is very uncomfortable.
Ning Xiaoling boiled a pot of hot water and poured it into the barrel.
The fog is rising.
The girl slowly peeled off the blood-stained white dress from her body.
The blood skirt fell to the ground, like residual red accumulation.
She walked through the mist, gently raised her slender legs, clasped her toes slightly, touched the water with her toes to test the temperature, then submerged her little feet, and then her whole body sank into the water.
The blood stained on the body rippled in the hot water.
The long hair covered with blood and dust also spread out in the water.
On the fragrant and white skin, the condensed water drops slid along the soft curves, outlining her appearance.
Ning Xiaoling felt an unprecedented sense of calm.
This kind of calmness is like a corpse sitting at the bottom of a well looking up at the unchanging night sky.
She stretched out her hand, slowly picked up a cup of water, and sprinkled it on her arm. Her eyes followed the water between her fingers, which was pure and calm.
The dust is washed away and the dirt is pulled out.
She was afraid that the scar would be too soft, so she didn't stay too long. She walked out amidst the sound of water, dried her body with a fluffy blanket, and then put on a white singlet.
She walked past the half-length mirror on the wall, hesitated for a while, and finally turned around and looked at herself in the mirror for the first time in a long time.
Ning Xiaoling was untied and her skirt was not on at the moment, her cheeks were flushed with heat, and her wet hair was hanging on her shoulders.
She hadn't looked in the mirror for a long, long time.
So she suddenly felt that she looked strange in the mirror.
From calmness to mountains and rivers, from flawless snow to luxuriant grass, she is growing up gradually, but in the meantime, the past person has passed away.
"Senior brother, please wait for me." Ning Xiaoling looked at herself in the mirror and said seriously.
She took a deep breath, tied up her clothes, put on her skirt, and walked out the door carrying Shen Tu with a wooden sheath on her back.
This is her in the Purple Garden realm, brand new.
The news that she won the Linggu competition has not really spread yet. After all, it will take time to redo the publicity wooden sign.
Ning Xiaoling took the lead in telling Yu Jin that cats could be legally raised.
Yu Jin was heartless and never realized that Ning Xiaoling had won the first prize. She was very happy about raising a cat openly, just because after the white cat recovered from its injury, its hair was long and smooth, and it looked majestic like a little cat. The lion won Yu Jin's heart.
She quickly took Ning Xiaoling to fetch Diting near the wooden hall.
King Fish looks a lot fatter.
After Yu Jin left temporarily, Ning Xiaoling knelt down, picked it up by the back of its neck, and said seriously: "Listen, you are not an ordinary cat, right?"
"Meow." The Fish King was stunned for a moment and then called out.
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(Thank you to the helmsman who gave the reward. Thank you to the book friends for their support late at night.)