"I have many brothers, but I rarely have such a long conversation." Jing Lin looked at Cang Ji, like a child seeing honey.
"I have many brothers, but this one is the only one who is so close." Cang Ji saw Jinglin's fair fingers touching his hand. Those fingers were slender and beautiful, like porcelain and jade, always tempting people to hold them. Play with the palm of your hand. His little pity was out of control, and when he looked at Jing Lin again, he cherished him even more, feeling that he was young.
He is really small.
Cang Ji thought.
He is many years younger than me, many times younger than me. I can hold him in the palm of my hand, I can hold him in my arms, and I can even leave him all the vital points in my chest and abdomen for him to show these childishness recklessly under my hard armor and scales.
Jing Lin felt that Cang Ji was unusually hot, so he couldn't help but restrain his face a little, and said, "At this moment, when the autumn rain is coming, my brother is recovering from a minor illness and is not easy to catch cold."
Cang Ji's ape-armed wolf waist, showing the scar on the back of the shoulder when the back is dressed. Jinglin's eyes moved, and he saw that the scar was not a sword, but a human scratch. Jing Lin suspected that he had made a mistake, so he leaned over a little, and saw that the injury was really caught in the flickering firelight.
"Have you had a dispute with anyone in the past few days?" Jing Lin asked.
Cang Ji was pulling on his shirt, blocking the traces. He was wearing a belt, looked back at Jing Lin, and laughed suddenly from his lips.
"This injury is too early, keep it."
Jing Lin turned around and was inconvenient to ask again.
Cang Ji said, "Are you curious?"
Jinglin grabbed the inner layer of his sleeve and nodded slightly invisibly.
Cang Ji quickly put on his clothes, crouched down and beckoned to Jing Lin. Jing Lin leaned over, Cang Ji leaned over and said, "This is..." He suddenly changed the subject again, "Forget it, I'll tell you when you're older."
After all, he ignored Jing Lin's eyes, lay down on his pillow and closed his eyes to rest. Jing Lin stayed for a while, and then looked at Cang Ji, it was as if he was asleep. Stone crawled out of Cang Ji's chest, sat cross-legged on his chest, resting his head with one hand, and Heidou looked at him melancholy.
Jinglin's pillow was raining, and the fire was extinguished, only the sound of Cang Ji's breathing remained. Jinglin gradually calmed down, his chest and throat swirled in the virtual realm, and the Linghai went down silently. He has already cultivated to the front of the realm, and with one more step, he will be able to enter the realm. From now on, it is not a problem to be able to control the wind and wave his sleeves. It's just that the door has not been opened, which has trapped him here for a long time.
While contemplating, an unfamiliar aura suddenly swept up under the Linghai Sea, scattered in the Linghai Sea, and even Jinglin couldn't find it. This breath was vaguely powerful, and when he swam, it was like listening to a dragon's roar, and it kept wrapping around his lower abdomen. Jing Lin went in detail and found that his spiritual sea was damaged at some point. After the breath was nourished, the defect was smoothed out, and he didn't notice it at all.
Jing Lin suddenly opened his eyes and put his palms on his abdomen. Linghai was calm and unwavering, as if nothing had happened. The more Jing Lin thought about it, the worse it became. When did he receive such help from others? He didn't even remember at all. The breath was scattered and gathered, gathered and scattered, and it had been fused together in his body. It was not only thick and powerful, but also extremely hot, making the "hum" sound of the pharynx spring vibrate. Jing Lin suddenly felt that the time to cross the border was near, but he couldn't open the opportunity anyway.
Jinglin sat for a night, until the clouds outside the cave were drizzling, and when the light inside the cave was also slightly bright, he was relieved and stood up. Cang Ji woke up early, and was returning from outside with the still sleeping stone, pocketed a few persimmons, and gave it to Jing Lin to eat. The two of them didn't stay much, and went straight to Xuanyang City along the mountain road.
Xuanyang City is backed by the mountains and faces the Xijiang River. Jiutianmen built three heavy gates here, and engraved the talismans on the four walls of the city wall, making the city indestructible, and has never been invaded by the sea of blood and demons. Before the seven towns and two cities were broken, it was still called the hinterland of the south, but now Jinglin came on horseback, and saw that the people in the city had moved to the north with their families and their mouths. The original prosperous estuary was completely abandoned, and the boats of Lincui Biju were abandoned on the river surface. The waterway had been blocked by the sea of blood, and the boat was absolutely useless.
There is also a Lingtian Pagoda in this city, under which there is a great monster Shuran. Shu Ran used to be a Buddhist beast in the south. He lived in the mud of lotus ponds all year round, and his sound could mobilize the waters of the world. Later, when Dongjun stepped into the realm of the Brahma altar, his fierceness alarmed Shuran and appeared in the world. He destroyed his original mind, abandoned the sound of Buddha, and ran out to do evil, causing floods in the south. The first thing Dongjun did when he returned to the right path was to kick him into Xuanyang City, and smashed out of the tower town so that he could not move for a hundred years.
After Jinglin entered the city, he went straight to Lingtian Pagoda, and he was relieved when he saw that the tower was strong and the seal was intact.
Cang Ji looked around the Lingtian Tower on horseback and said, "This seal pattern is rare, is it also painted by Dongjun?"
"Dongjun is impatient with pen and ink, this is what my father drew." Jing Lin saw that the color of the cinnabar was as new, and said, "The iron hook that presses the tower is forged by Lanhai, and it can't be broken easily."
"What is the origin of Jiutianjun?" Cang Ji touched the cinnabar, "There are many different opinions about his affairs, and it is difficult to tell whether it is true or false."
"My father was born in Nanjinhai, and his childhood is too long to be pursued. It's just that after my father's cultivation base entered the realm, he crossed the sword with his sword. Seeing a lot of suffering, he decided to specialize in the way of heaven. When the sea of blood poured in, he founded Jiutianmen, and then widely recruited disciples, it is not easy to build this grand scene." Jinglin paused and said, "My father is strict, but he is disciplined and lenient, and many things are set by example. When Taodi worshipped under the door, there was a famine in the east. , my father sent me to deliver food overnight, and I banned banquets and banquets in the courtyard, so far I have been vegetarian."
"This is very admirable." Cang Ji answered and asked again, "In recent years, I have rarely seen Jiutianjun going out, how is your health?"
"Sometimes there are ailments, most of which are caused by melancholy." Jinglin dismounted from the horse, led the horse along the street, and said, "But my father has been cultivating hard for several years, and now it is difficult to know the situation. In recent years, it has become more and more powerful, and I used to be able to I can see through a little bit, but I can't spy even half a point now."
Cang Ji's heart sank a little, and he smiled again: "Jiutianjun can't help the sea of blood with such a cultivation base, it can be seen that the situation has gradually entered a desperate situation."
"Things haven't gotten that bad yet." Jing Lin said, "Canglong will be the key."
"But what if Jiutianjun not only refuses, but also kills Canglong?" Cang Ji said, "The friction in the north is getting deeper, and I think both sides have endured it for a long time."
Jinglin took a few steps and said, "Even if Canglong doesn't form an alliance with us, he didn't do anything bad in the end, and repairing the channel to lead the sea is also concerned with the common people. My father doesn't do it for convenience, how could he kill him."
Cang Ji said leisurely: "I can't tell."
Jinglin said: "If there is such a day, I will not let him die. His life is in the world, and only he can break through the sea of blood. No matter what, he cannot die."
"If you keep him to this point, it will definitely arouse suspicions from your brothers and censure from your father. You don't know him and you have never met him. Even if you are willing to help, you must be cautious." Cang Ji said solemnly, "Jinglin, the bad guy in this world. There are good people around, and there are very few people in the same way, so it is not worth risking your life for this. Besides, this Cang Di... This person is suspicious, cunning and evil, and is extremely vigilant. If you see him one day, maybe He still hates it so much. He may not be grateful to Dade for his life for this. Why bother?"
Jinglin's reins have been taken away by Cang Ji, and he tied the horse to the post together. Seeing this, Jing Lin slowly followed behind Cang Ji, hesitatingly said, "... He's not that bad..."
"Hey." Cang Ji washed his hands at the water jar in front of the inn, and said without looking up, "It's not that you said he was very arrogant, and that he also had wives and concubines in groups that were annoying."
Jing Lin followed suit and said, "... Rumors cannot be taken seriously."
"Then you still hate him." Cang Ji dripped water between his fingers, and let the stone take out the handkerchief from his sleeve to help him wipe it, and said, "I don't like this person either."
"Why?"
"Because I heard that he was very handsome." Cang Ji said.
Jing Lin said, "Quite handsome?"
Cang Ji touched his face and said to Jing Lin, "You're more handsome than me, so I can't stand it anymore."
Jinglin said: "The skins are all illusory. He was originally a dragon, and you are different."
"Since you have transformed into a human being, you are in beauty and ugliness. Everyone is beautiful. It's like I look at you." Cang Ji tilted his head slightly, looked at Jing Lin a little closer, and frowned slightly.
Jing Lin said, "Huh?"
"I see you," Cang Ji suddenly raised Jing Lin's chin and said intently, "Well... we Jing Lin..."
Jing Lin looked at him quietly.
Cang Ji's throat slipped lightly, and said, "...it's very fatal."
"Is it so scary? Although I have noticed it in the past, no one has spoken to me bluntly." Jing Lin rubbed the back of his hand against his cheek and said, "Once when I was catching a demon, I projected my face into the water and showed my face, crying to the convenience. More than that, he said that he would never run away again. I suspected that she was committing fraudulently, but I didn’t expect her to follow me. Now that I think about it, I should be afraid.”
Cang Ji said, "Have you never looked in the mirror?"
Jinglin said: "The skin is the same in the world, and it's not me in the mirror."
Cang Ji asked again: "Then who do you think looks good, Dongjun?"
"Dongjun is very good-looking when he is a person." Jing Lin said after a delay, "You are also very good-looking."
After saying that, he broke free from Cang Ji's hand and turned around to enter the curtain. Cang Ji stayed where he was, still touching his face, thinking that this face could be called "Zhou Zheng" at best, how could it compare to his original appearance? I also thought that Jing Lin must be comforting himself. Jing Lin doesn't even think he is beautiful, so how can he know what beauty and ugliness is
Cang Ji stood at the door for a long time, disturbed by his words, and when he turned around, he took another picture of the water altar, and then stepped into the door and squeezed behind Jinglin to go upstairs.
Jinglin will patrol the city at night to strengthen the magic charms for the four walls. There are only fifty guards in Xuanyang City, but all of them are experts in Linghai, and they greeted Jinglin before going out. When Jing Lin left, he saw that the candle next door had been extinguished. He expected Cang Ji to go to sleep, so he went downstairs.
The disciples of the Nine Heavens Sect waited for a long time, and when they saw the white robe flashing out, they were all overjoyed and their hearts settled. They are familiar with the name of Lord Linsong, and they have been fascinated by the Yanquan sword for a long time. It is not easy to see Jinglin once, and now they come up together and compete to lead the way for Jinglin.
One of them was quite mature, and he bowed respectfully to Jing Lin, then followed Jing Lin's side and said, "Xiaojun came here, but what are the orders from the door?"
Jinglin said: "I haven't been titled yet. The name 'Jun Shang' collided with my father. It's inappropriate. Let's call it by name. There is no order in the door, I'll take a look."
The disciples on the left and right did not dare to respond, and only said: "How dare you make trouble in front of Yanquan Sword, please come here, Seventh Young Master."
The autumn night was cold, and the wind picked up again. The vegetation in the city was bleak, and the leaves were rustling. There was a layer of withered yellow on the ground, and there was a slight noise when stepping on it. Some of the houses passing by had already gone to the empty building, the door was swayed from side to side by the wind, and there was a cry of "squeak, squeak".
Jing Lin asked, "How many people have left in the city?"
The disciple replied, "Most of it has been scattered. Ever since the news that the seven towns and two cities have been broken, people in the city have been panicked. Some people dragged their families away that day. Many people don't want girls, they leave them on the road, and the little girls secretly I touched the ground and came back. The Yangletang in the city is now full, and we are gradually running out of food, and I am afraid that we can’t afford it. Fortunately, I received an order yesterday, and these unwanted children will all be delivered to the door in a few days. , and was raised by the private school in your upper courtyard."
When Jinglin left, he had never heard Li Rong mention the private school, and it was inconvenient to talk about it now, only nodding counted as knowing.
The walls of Xuanyang City are solid, and when Jinglin touches the wall, he feels the completeness of the talisman. The spiritual talisman gradually emerged, and a faint glow glowed in the night. Immediately above Xuanyang City, intertwined spiritual threads appeared, and the Lingtian Tower was tightly covered in the way of gathering in all directions.
In this silent night, if someone with better hearing ability holds their breath and can hear the slow and long sound of sleep under the tower, that is Shuran.
Jinglin walked along the wall, and the azure glow floated around him, and along with his footsteps, a azure band along the wall would be spread out. Jing Lin pinched the art with one hand, and saw that the blue light suddenly sank, did not enter the soil, followed by the rumbling of the high wall, and it grew several inches upward.
Jing Lin took a few steps back, looked up, and asked, "Is there no one on the wall to guard the city tonight?"
"The situation is critical, I dare not rest." The disciple also looked around after answering, frowning in confusion, "Why are they silent..."
Jing Lin was already standing up, he went up to the city wall, and when he saw the guard was facing away, he took a few steps closer. Just between these few steps, the atmosphere on the wall was turned upside down, and without waiting for the guards to look back, Jing Lin took the lead in drawing his sword.
The sword energy swept straight, and the head immediately rolled to the ground. However, he saw no blood dripping from the broken neck, crawled out of a pocket-sized face, and his long arms protruded like smoke. It was actually a greedy demon.
Jing Lin stepped down a little, and the weapon placed against the wall suddenly turned up, and the night wind pushed him wildly by his side, and the sharp blade smashed into the air and threw it everywhere. The guards cut their heads and straightened up, and rushed towards Jinglin in the sound of greedy chewing.
Yanquan swept around like a awn, spinning around Jinglin. Jing Lin turned over to grasp the sword, and saw that the black hair swayed with him, and the black fog around him dissipated. I don't know when, except for the wind, there was no sound at night.
In the midst of this dead silence, Jing Lin looked back and heard a sudden "dong" sound from the Lingtian Tower. He held his sword and stepped into the air, and saw Lingtian Tower shake violently, and the buildings around him collapsed upon hearing the sound.
"Not good!" The disciple under the wall screamed, "Seventh Young Master! Shuran is about to break the seal!"
Before he could finish his words, he was torn to shreds in the wind. Then, seeing the Lingtian Tower slumped, the repressive spell "thorn" snapped, and a terrifying claw protruded.
Jing Lin stepped on the top of the tower and turned his palms to photograph the Qingmang Talisman. The talisman slammed down, Shuran shrank her claws in pain, and then jumped like thunder, arching the tower with her backstab, and howling.
At night, the bright moon has entered the clouds, and before you know it, it is already a bloody mist. The sound of the waves of the sea of blood gradually subsided and became clear, slapping on the side of Jing Lin's ear. The foot is already unstable, and the entire Lingtian Tower is collapsing.
Jing Lin flipped down with his sword, and the blood mist burst out in an instant. Shu Ran seemed to be aware of the murderous intention, and probed his head from the top of the tower. Jing Lin avoided and kicked Shu Ran, rolling and jumping again.
The wind in his ears made ghosts cry and wolf howls, and a stinging pain suddenly appeared in Jinglin's back. Before he could move, he felt a stirring in his chest, and the Linghai rolled with the huge waves. The five senses were suddenly cut off.
The "door" that had been inaccessible for a long time actually opened at this critical moment.
Jing Lin stayed in place, Shu Ran squinted his neck, rushed over, and bit him down—
The blood mist suddenly turned wildly, and the giant teeth were stuck with a "click". I saw one arm sticking into Shuran's mouth. The next moment, Shuran suddenly jumped up, and was then knocked against the giant wall by this arm. Cobweb cracks were smashed out of the wall with a "bang", and Shu Ran couldn't roll back, and was hit in the abdomen. He immediately choked out white foam and turned into a human body. Who would have guessed that before his eyes were opened, someone had already lifted his hair. Before he could spit out the foam in his mouth, he was slapped to the ground!
The ground cracked, and Shu Ran was hit with a bloody head. His arms trembled, his face pressed against the rubble, and blood was everywhere.
"Emperor, Emperor..." Shu Ran's voice was like a mosquito, trembling as he said, "... spare me... spare my life!"
Cang Ji didn't say a word, he lifted his head and slammed it down again!