Yan Ling stayed in the imperial capital for a full seven years. She was trained as a little demon girl. The name of demon girl in the demon sect is not a demon girl, but a saint. These saints need to have special physiques, beautiful appearance, and the ability to cultivate. Xi Mo teaches special skills.
Seven years ago, she was only eleven or twelve years old. She appeared in the Fireworks Willow Alley of the Imperial Capital. She was unfamiliar with everything and full of curiosity. She was so depressed that she couldn't breathe. She was so depressed that she felt like she was going to become a demon. She thought She wanted to escape, so she became an undercover agent for the Demon Sect, and then came to the prosperous and prosperous city, where she learned music, chess, calligraphy and painting, and also secretly gained the foundation of the Demonic Cultivation Technique.
But she is not the best saint, nor is she the worst. She is neither above nor below, has never been in the limelight, and will not be entrusted with important tasks. She is just an ordinary little demon sect girl.
The story that follows is very cliche,
A righteous girl who went undercover from the demon sect met the prince who was hiding his identity on the streets of the imperial capital.
How we met, I have somewhat forgotten.
Maybe it was a heavy rain in midsummer, and the two of them went to take shelter.
Maybe the street took a fancy to a bunch of candied haws at the same time and reached out to pick it up.
Maybe she was injured while performing the mission of the Demon Cult and was hunted down, and he just happened to hide her.
In short, we just got to know each other.
The witch and the prince were both still young, both were weak, both lived repressed lives, and neither had many friends. They became familiar with each other after going back and forth. This acquaintance lasted three years. Three years later, the two rolled on the bed and were framed. , this is the end of the story.
Yan Ling's thoughts turned around.
She thought about her old friend. The royal family was indeed like a dragon and a phoenix. After not seeing him for three years, he had actually transformed from an ordinary handsome boy into a legend in the imperial capital and even in the North - Prince Shenwu.
How could life be like the first time we met? After three years of not seeing each other, you are no longer your king. Three years ago, she could act like a sister and give you a few words of advice and care. However, three years later, she is no longer as insignificant as she is. The depth of winter is bone-chilling, just like the passing of time in the world. Is it because my heart is changeable, or have we never met before? Everything is just a dream, like dew or lightning.
"He is Prince Shenwu."
Some disciples recalled it and said in a very sure tone.
Yan Ling said coldly: "Do you think I'm easy to bully, so you talk nonsense?!"
As she spoke, the cold air escaped from her body.
She knew well that the more she argued, the darker she got, so she didn't explain.
All the disciples fell silent.
However, a female disciple suddenly said: "Yan Ling, you are truly a witch who has been in the Demon Cult. You tell lies at the drop of a hat, and you don't even start the story. When he fought against General Nangong, Daxia Zhao and I were in the distance. I’ve seen it, but I couldn’t remember it at first, but now it’s becoming clearer and clearer that he is Prince Shenwu.”
Yan Ling snorted coldly, but stopped answering.
The female disciple mocked: "Prince Shenwu has inherited the Leiyin Temple, but he is cruel and unkind, and his deviant behavior is known to everyone in the north. He appears here, what is he going to do? Senior Sister Yan, you have to have someone to protect your lover. Is there a limit?”
Yan Ling sighed softly, "If he is really the Shenwu Prince and crushing us to death is like crushing ants to death, how can I protect him?"
When she said this, another disciple became reluctant, "Senior Sister Yan, I heard that Prince Shenwu just obtained the ancient inheritance of Leiyin Temple for the first time. He was able to deal with General Nangong's 30,000-strong army, mostly because of the magical weapons. And if the magic weapon is used up, his trump card is gone, and his strength will be much weaker. How great is a person like him who relies entirely on inheritance? How can he say that we are like ants to him? "
"Yes, our Qingya Villa's Master Shenjian is the real genius. In my heart, Master Shenjian is much better than this prince who relies on initiation."
The disciples started arguing.
Lu Feng, the leader of Qingya Villa, listened quietly, thinking about the causes and consequences, and some details. He was an old man after all. His expression moved a few times, and suddenly said: "Take off all your coats, put on new clothes, and immediately Return to the entrance of Mount Sumeru, this opportunity... is no longer available!"
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Da da da…
Slight footsteps sounded among the mountains and forests.
Two figures, one behind the other, were flying very fast on the winding mountain road paved by the morning light.
The one in front is Xia Ji, and the one slightly behind is a beautiful nun. She is wearing a white monk's robe, her long hair is wrapped in a hood, and her two white fox tails are straightened in the wind.
Even in a state of high-speed movement, this person and the fox can still talk calmly and calmly, without getting angry or boiling. If divided by strength, Huixin has also reached the Dharma Realm, and is the two-tailed Dharma Realm of the fox demon clan. The strength is Not weak.
Hui Xin said: "Although Mount Xumi has many exits, unless you go far away, there are only two nearby exits.
The first one in the north has been sealed by the Tiger Clan.
The second one is at the foot of Leiyin Temple, where there are many warriors fighting against the monks in the temple.
Once those people learn that His Highness is in alliance with us, given their character, they will definitely speak nonsense, distort the facts, and confuse right and wrong, which will be very detrimental to His Highness.
Therefore, we must rush to the mountain pass in advance, expel those people, and then seal the intersection to prevent the warriors in this mountain from escaping.
It takes five days to get from here to that entrance. Your Highness and I hurried there. Although it is fast, it cannot be guaranteed to be foolproof.
But there is the hidden Northland Eagle Clan to the east here. With the speed of His Highness and me, it only takes half a day to reach there.
If we sit on the harpy and head west from the Sky Road, we can cross these undulating mountains and reach the entrance of Mount Sumeru in less than a day. This is the safest way. "
There was still some time to go to the Eagle Clan from here, so Xia Ji waved behind him.
With a few flashes of wisdom, he followed Xia Ji and walked alongside him.
Xia Ji asked: "Huixin, I want to ask you something."
The beautiful nun said hurriedly: "Your Highness, there is no need to be polite. Although I call you Your Highness, in fact, I consider myself a disciple. Please tell me directly."
"In this world, strength and power, who is strong and who is weak?"
Huixin thought for a moment and immediately understood what this person was asking.
He was asking about the power system of this world.
What I'm asking about is the layout of power in this world.
No matter how great his wisdom is, His Highness has never lived as long as he has for more than five hundred years.
The beautiful nun calmed down her thoughts and spoke eloquently.
"It is said that in the Middle Ages thousands of years ago, the division of power was very simple.
The first realm to the fourth realm are the fourth level of acquired body training.
It is easy to break the bones and muscles, warm the acupoints and meridians, crack stone tablets, and draw a strong bow.
But these four realms are mainly for innate preparation;
Then the fifth to eighth realms are the fourth level of innate qi training.
At this time, the true energy is generated in the orifices, flows through the meridians, and connects them one by one.
Flying flowers and picking leaves can also hurt people, and every plant and tree can be used as a soldier;
Returning to the ultimate meaning is the ninth realm, which is also the highest realm. At this time, the true energy has bloomed, the life soul has stabilized, and the understanding of "meaning" has become the pursuit of many strong people. "
Xia Ji listened quietly, and Huixin indeed knew more than a human general who only lived for a few decades.
The beautiful nun paused and continued.
“But when the modern era reached five hundred years, the first great change in power came.
Xuan Gong was born,
changed everything,
When people practice ordinary martial arts to the ninth level, they are still talking about strength. Even if they reach perfection in the ninth level, they can only condense some ethereal shadows.
However, after practicing Xuan Gong to the ninth level, you can condense the Dharma. The Dharma seems to be real, not a shadow at all, and the power of the Dharma is even more powerful.
Therefore, those that can condense the Dharma and those that cannot condense are completely two major levels.
In the more than a hundred years since then, major forces have competed for Xuan Gong, but things have calmed down a lot since then.
According to the classification of the Middle Ages, Dharma is equivalent to the tenth realm.
This realm requires even more effort than the first to ninth realms. In addition, it requires enough spirit to promote Xuan Gong to reach the ninth level.
The Xuan Gong itself is also very rare. "