Eighty-third bowl of soup (6)
"… What’s wrong with you?"
Cheng Jiuzhou heard Linglong's question, but did not answer. He looked at her with red eyes, and asked, "What are you going to do?"
"What?"
"What are you going to do about such a thing?" He asked again. "Send me in too, or pretend nothing happened?"
Linglong didn't know what he was talking about at all: "What do you mean?"
Cheng Jiuzhou held her hand firmly in the palm of his backhand, "Shh - don't talk."
After speaking, he dragged Linglong to hide behind the pillar in the center of the hall. This is the blind spot of the entire hall, and the underground light is too dim, so you can't find it if you don't look carefully. Linglong originally wanted to ask a few more questions, because she was really confused, but Cheng Jiuzhou didn't let her speak, so she had no choice but to suppress her curiosity and see what he was going to do first.
It is impossible to know the time from here, but Cheng Jiuzhou stared at the beam of light in the center of the hall. As time passed, the light gradually shifted to the center of the hall. He said in a low voice, "Here we come."
coming? What's coming? Linglong didn't understand anymore.
Then came the heavy door opening sound, and the footsteps were steady, Linglong poked her head to look, but unfortunately there were too many balls hanging on the hall, it was impossible to see who that person was at all. It can only be judged from the shoes and robes that it should be an elder in the sect. Therefore, only the elders would wear boots embroidered with dragon patterns, and the boots of ordinary disciples would be embroidered with auspicious clouds.
Speaking of which, what exactly is this place, why is it completely absent from Ruoshui's memory? Linglong narrowed her eyes slightly and wanted to look more carefully, but unfortunately she was still unclear. At this time, the footsteps were getting closer, closer, and accompanied by a low grunt. The little hand in the palm was already sweating and even trembling. Linglong lowered her head to look, and found that Cheng Jiuzhou's eyes were even redder - only this time it was not from tears, but from anger.
She probably also knows who this elder is, presumably Cheng Jiuzhou's master in his previous life, Elder Wuji of Tiandaozong. This elder is a well-known good man in the Zongli. He is always smiling and good-natured on weekdays. Ruoshui has always respected him very much. He has no pretensions at all and treats the lowest disciples equally. He is respected, which is why the killing of Elder Wuji by Cheng Jiuzhou will arouse public outrage, and Ruoshui wants to chase him down.
In the entire sect, apart from Master Master, only Elder Wuji treated her best. How could she not hate that such an elder was killed by the demon cultivator who betrayed the sect
But... Linglong felt that things went beyond her own memories. Was it because she was too weak that she couldn't get all the memories of the deceased after devouring the soul? Impossible... how weak that is!
If it's not his own problem, it must be something Ruoshui doesn't know about.
She shook Cheng Jiuzhou's hand comfortingly and smiled at him. Cheng Jiuzhou felt relieved when he saw her smile - he naturally knew that Linglong and Wuji had a good relationship, and he had planned for the worst from the beginning. Now that she can still smile at him, he is already flattered.
Linglong could hear clearly that Master Wuji had been chanting: "... why are you not familiar... why are you not familiar... this one... this one is not familiar... oh, this one is still unfamiliar..."
His voice was as gentle and loving as ever, but in this gloomy hall and the sound of children crying, it seemed extraordinarily eerie and creepy.
What is cooked and raw... not food...
The sound of ripe and ripe was getting closer and closer, and finally stopped in front of them. With the light and angle, they can clearly see the real Wuji, but the other party cannot see them. At this moment, both of them held their breath unconsciously, for fear of being discovered by the other party. Cheng Jiuzhou is only a seven-year-old child now, let alone Linglong. When she is strong, she can naturally live every day. It is a pity that she did not find precious love in the previous few worlds. After returning to Guixu Dragon Palace, she fell asleep again. It's been a long time, and now it's very weak.
This is the price of her freedom.
She can disregard other people's wishes and don't care about other people's emotions, but she will be trapped by her own hunger after all.
The place where the real Wuji stopped last is the place he chose. The selected ball fell to the ground, and he took the child out of it, and then walked back. Because it is impossible for him to think that there is another person in this world who knows his secret besides himself.
After the door was closed, Linglong came out from the corner: "...what's going on, Master Wuji and these children..."
"Can't you see it?" Cheng Jiuzhou mocked. "These are furnace cauldrons."
Then he added another sentence: "Inferior quality stove."
"What?"
"Wuji should have died a long time ago. It's a pity that he is afraid of death, but the time limit has come, so he can only force him to stay. These children are the objects he absorbs life. Otherwise, why do you think he is still alive without breaking through for tens of thousands of years in the transformation stage?" ? If the previous cultivators in the stage of transforming gods could not advance, they would have died at most a few thousand years, but he lived for more than 10,000 years, don’t you think it’s strange?”
Some people may find it strange, but the real Wuji is so enthusiastic and friendly. Everyone who has come into contact with him is full of praise for him, and I have never heard anyone say anything bad about him. It's just... Linglong frowned, "You mean he sucked the lives of these children?"
Linglong is not a kind and compassionate person, she doesn't care who is alive and who is dead, but she also has things that don't please her—for example, what Cheng Jiuzhou said about the actions of the real Wuji, really makes people angry.
Cheng Jiuzhou didn't speak, but the meaning was already obvious.
"What are you going to do, Eldest Sister? No one will believe you even if you tell it? No one will believe that Master Wuji would do such an outrageous thing. Then what are you going to do?" Cheng Jiuzhou said every word asked. "Ordinary furnaces are different from Chunyang furnaces. If you give me to him, he won't need to suck so many children, and he can even break through to become a god in one fell swoop and become a higher existence."
After he finished speaking, Linglong didn't reply for a while. Cheng Jiuzhou's heart became cold little by little while waiting. He smiled slightly, thinking that he still lost in the end.
In the next second, Linglong smiled and said: "Yes, it's really the best choice to give you to him. After all, besides wanting to live, Uncle Wuji is really a good person."
Cheng Jiuzhou thought to himself: Look, right? I told you that she would definitely do this.
But I don't know why, but my heart is still terribly uncomfortable.
"...but I just don't want to do what you say, what can you do to me?"
… What
Linglong's magnified pretty face suddenly appeared in front of him, and she leaned very close to him, with a sly smile: "I don't want to help you, nor do I like you, it's just that he doesn't like you. I can't beat him." Yes, but you can think of other ways."
"What method?" Cheng Jiuzhou asked eagerly.
Linglong raised her eyebrows: "It's impossible for you to tell the world about his evil deeds. The reputation of Tiandaozong must be taken into account. Once such things are spread, the reputation of Tiandaozong will be damaged, and even more Many people with evil intentions know this method of life extension. Even if they don’t know the exact process, they will try it on innocent people, so the matter of Master Wuji must not be revealed.”
"Then what to do?"
"It's very simple, come here, I'll tell you..."
Linglong murmured a few words in Cheng Jiuzhou's ear, and then saw his eyes widening and widening—in fact, Linglong was selfish, and she was really hungry. A soul like Wuji, after eating Talking is better than nothing, anyway, there will be no stomach troubles, and something to eat is better than nothing. The most important thing is that it doesn't matter if you eat such a worthless soul, it will not conflict with the way of heaven, let alone disturb the order.
They went out quietly along the secret path, and went all the way, and when they reached the exit, they found that they were at the peak of Wuji.
Master Wuji is famous for being gentle and loving, but he never accepts disciples. In his own words, all the disciples he had accepted died young, and he mourned in his heart, so he no longer accepted disciples. But Cheng Jiuzhou knew that this was all nonsense, he would not mourn for his disciple who died, and even the reason why his disciple died was because he accidentally discovered the method of life extension and used it as an experiment on his disciple.
In fact, it's best for the disciples to start, but if one is accepted and the other is killed, anyone will doubt themselves, right? It's better to use this as a cover-up and capture the child to be raised. It's convenient and safe, and it can win a good reputation with deep affection. Why not do it
Ruoshui had this place in her memory, so Linglong recognized it at a glance. They could have left immediately, but she still wanted to see.
Cheng Jiuzhou took her outside Wuji's alchemy room. He had seen it before, she didn't want to see it again, Linglong stood on tiptoe to look over, her brows furrowed: anyone with a discerning eye can know what happened before Danfang. At this moment, Wuji was holding a yuan handkerchief in his hand, and the handkerchief was covered with blood, then he walked to the front of the alchemy furnace, mixed it with other medicinal materials, and gently pushed it in. As for the child who had already passed out, he didn't care at all.
Linglong squinted her eyes, thinking: It's really annoying.
She didn't alarm Wuji, but slowly lowered her body and took Cheng Jiuzhou away.
Of course you can't go head-to-head with Wuji, even she can't beat this old guy, right? So I had to think of other ways, and it had to be quick and effective, otherwise, one day later, it would make her unhappy one day. It's better to get rid of this kind of thing that is an eyesore, so as to save her from being annoyed.
It's already painful to worry about being hungry every day, but why worry about this old guy? Linglong really didn't want to.