"Amitabha, it is here..."
Master Xuanzhi looked sad, chanted the Buddha's name, and told Ling Yun that the Zen room where the two of them were staying was exactly where Master Xuanming lived.
Ling Yun's eyes were serious, he let go of his powerful divine sense, instantly enveloped the entire room, and then came to a simple bed with a sway, put his hands together, and bowed three times to the empty bed.
Ling Yun looked solemn and extremely serious, as if Master Xuan Ming was sitting on that empty bed.
"Thank you Master for saving your life!" Ling Yun said silently in his heart.
Although Qin Qiuyue had already discovered Ling Yun when Master Xuan Ming arrived, but if Master Xuan Ming hadn't appeared, maybe with Sikong Tu's martial arts realm, if he didn't get entangled with Qingniao, he would have found himself and killed him a long time ago. Maybe even Qin Qiuyue, who just happened to go up the mountain, would suffer.
Therefore, Ling Yun is grateful from the bottom of his heart for what Master Xuanming did.
"I don't know which hidden sect the two masters come from?"
After Ling Yun paid homage to Master Xuanming, he turned around and asked Master Xuanzhi.
Master Xuanzhi chanted the Buddha's name: "Amitabha Buddha, my old monk and senior brother are all from the northern mountain Hengshan, Xuankong Temple."
Ling Yun nodded, and said sincerely: "Master Xuan Ming's life-saving grace, Ling Yun will definitely repay in the future!"
Master Xuanzhi shook his head slightly and said: "Little benefactor Lingyun, there is a saying in Buddhism, saving one's life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. Senior brother saved you at the right time. You were a baby at the time. If you were an old monk, the old monk is also obliged to do so. Today Telling you this is mainly to fulfill a wish of my senior brother, as for repaying, then there is no need... "
Ling Yun didn't speak any more, just smiled slightly.
"I don't know if Master knows, the rock where my aunt Qingniao fought with Sikong Tu? I want to go and have a look..."
"The old monk knows, please follow me..."
The two left the meditation room where Master Xuanming lived. Ling Yun used sound transmission to enter the secret and called out Murong Feixue. The two followed Master Xuanzhi and walked all the way to the outside of Lingjue Temple.
After leaving the mountain gate of Lingjue Temple and heading east along a rugged mountain road, Master Xuanzhi quickly led the two of them to a place with a cliff. The place has not been developed, there is no guardrail on the cliff, and even few tourists Dare to come here.
Ling Yun came to the side of the cliff and stood with his hands behind his back. In front of his eyes, the scene of the blue bird and Sikong Tu risking their lives to protect him, and finally died together, the scene of the battle in his eyes changed.
The cliff juts out of the mountain, with an area of only nine meters, and there is a cliff outside the cliff. Ling Yun can fully imagine that Qingniao is forced to the corner of the cliff, there is no way to escape, and she has to find a way to hold back Sikong Tu's life and death fight.
"Aunt Qingniao, if you are alive, I, Ling Yun, will definitely find you and repay your life-saving grace; if you are unfortunately killed, I, Ling Yun, swear that I will kill the Demon Sect and everyone related to Sikong Tu to avenge you! "
Ling Yun swore silently in his heart, turned around and came to Murong Feixue, bowed to Master Xuanzhi and said: "Master, from now on, as long as the Xuankong Temple and Master are useful, Ling Yun will be useful, whether it is money, people, or Anything, as long as Ling Yun can do it, he will definitely go through fire and water, and he will not hesitate!"
Master Xuanzhi clasped his hands together and saluted: "Amitabha, the little benefactor is too serious..."
Ling Yun continued: "Master Xuanzhi, I still have something important to do today, so I won't bother you any more, and I will say goodbye to you now."
Master Xuanzhi smiled and said: "Little benefactor, please..."
Murong Feixue also thanked Master Xuanzhi, and accompanied Ling Yun to leave Lingjue Temple and go down the mountain.
On the way back, Murong Feixue knew that Ling Yun was in a bad mood, so she didn't let him drive anymore, but drove herself, letting Ling Yun sit in the co-pilot.
"Ling Yun, I really didn't expect that you were..." Murong Feixue spoke halfway, and then swallowed the last half of the sentence.
"I was picked up..." Ling Yun smiled lightly, and then said it, he didn't care about it.
"Sister Murong, there is something I want to tell you now, but you must keep it a secret for me."
Ling Yun thought for a while, then smiled and said to Murong Feixue.
When Murong Feixue saw that Ling Yun was willing to share the secret with her, she was secretly happy, she glanced at Ling Yun with big eyes and said, "What secret?"
Ling Yun smiled and said: "Sister Murong, the Ling family in the capital, have you heard of it?"
"I've heard of it, didn't that Zhu Yongwang already said it?" Murong Feixue was stunned for a moment, as if she had thought of something.
Ling Yun chuckled and said, "Yes, I am a descendant of the Ling family! My father is Ling Xiao from the Ling family in the capital!"
squeak!
Murong Feixue slammed on the brakes and stopped the car. With an unconcealable shock on his face, he said in shock, "What?!"
Murong Feixue doesn't know martial arts, and neither does Murong Wenshi, but, with the status of the Murong family, they are already able to know some things about the seven major families in the capital.
"You, are you really from the Ling family?!" Murong Feixue repeated in disbelief, with a shocking voice.
Ling Yun nodded and said with a smile: "Why, is my sister going back on her promise to me?"
"No, it's just that I heard that the Ling family was murdered so badly back then, and it's gone downhill by now... Then you, you..."
Obviously, Murong Feixue was worried about Ling Yun.
Ling Yun chuckled and said, "Sister Murong, don't worry, just watch patiently. Sooner or later, I will let the Ling family rise again and stand on the top of the big Chinese family!"
Ling Yun's voice was still calm and indifferent, but Murong Feixue could feel the confidence and arrogance emanating from Ling Yun, which made her heart skip a beat.
"I believe you, but you must be careful..."
Murong Feixue stepped on the accelerator again and continued to drive. After a pause, she said again: "Ling Yun, are you leaving Qingshui this time to go to the capital?"
Ling Yun nodded and said: "Yes, a month ago, my father and my uncle both disappeared, and their whereabouts are still unknown. Now that the college entrance examination is over, I have to rush to the capital as soon as possible to find out their whereabouts..."
Ling Yun thought of Cao Shanshan again, and he suddenly felt a heavy burden on his shoulders.
Lu Rover quickly returned to Qingshui City, and returned to Tianxi Pavilion in the antique market, Murong Feixue returned to Tianxi Pavilion to deal with matters, and Ling Yun drove back to No. 1 Villa.
At this time, the sun was about to set. Ling Yun parked the car and flew to the side of the seven Yaocao. Sure enough, there were three more boxes of spiritual liquid, which were just full. Ling Yun put away the spiritual liquid and put down five more boxes of similar size. Jade bottle.
Whether it is a jade box or a jade bottle, they are all carved out of imperial green jadeite, with a small spirit-gathering array engraved on it to collect the spirit liquid inside, so that no spirit energy will overflow.
"It seems that the seven obsidian grass will be mature at noon tomorrow. This time, we should be able to collect five bottles of spiritual liquid, a total of twenty bottles, which is probably enough!"
Ling Yun stared at the seventh yellow spot on the blade of the Echinacea, which became clearer and clearer, and said confidently.
As soon as the seven obsidian grass matures, Ling Yun will conduct a real retreat, practice the Divine Martial Chunyang Immortal Art, and break through the ninth level of body training in one fell swoop.
Next, Ling Yun gave Tie Xiaohu some pointers, told him Wanli Shenxingbu's lightness kungfu mentality, and taught him acupuncture points and some fighting moves, allowing him to practice on his own with the help of the aura of Villa No. 1.
After dinner, Ling Yun drove to the hot spring villa in Fuhua Manor, and taught Lin Menghan the ice master. Lin Menghan practiced the Wuji Xuanbing Jue. She has excellent aptitude and has reached the peak of the ninth floor of Houtian at this time.
Of course, Ling Yun taught it carefully, and after she performed it perfectly, Ling Yun told Lin Menghan that she would start a retreat tomorrow, so that she could practice with peace of mind and not bother herself.
That night, Ling Yun didn't stop, he came to Nancui Bieyuan, taught Yao Rou the Huangquan Earth Emperor Kungfu, and also told her to practice with peace of mind, and to care as little as possible about the secular clinic in the future.
"Ling Yun, you... you want to leave Qingshui?" Seeing that Ling Yun was so eager to teach her martial arts, Yao Rou immediately guessed that Ling Yun was going to leave. She couldn't help but ask.
Ling Yun nodded: "Tomorrow I will conduct a retreat, which will take about nine to twelve days. After the retreat is over, I will leave Qingshui for a while."
"After you go out, you must be careful in everything. Don't worry about Qingshui, I will definitely take care of it for you!" Yao Rou is definitely a good wife.
Ling Yun patted Yao Rou's shoulder gently, and said with a smile: "Rou'er, don't worry, I have already arranged the matter of Qingshui. You are now in the middle of the eighth floor of Houtian, and the most important thing for you in the future It's just cultivation, and strive to break through the innate realm as soon as possible, so that it can help me a lot in the future, understand?"
Yao Rou nodded meekly, she suddenly blushed, and hesitated to speak.
Ling Yun was a little surprised, knowing that Yao Rou had something to say: "What does Rou'er want to say?"
"I dare not say..."
(end of this chapter)