"It was you who sent Lan Feiyu to Li Moqing."
"What do you want to say?"
"If one day, Lan Feiyu offends you," Gu Pinglin paused, "I hope you will let him go this time."
"Oh?" Duan Qingming said, "Okay."
He agreed readily, without showing any surprise. Gu Pinglin glanced at him and then looked away.
In the previous life, Lan Feiyu was killed by Li Moqing because he helped him deal with him. Although Lan Feiyu had committed great evil and defected to the evil sect Wanfamen, this person still remembered the kindness of Li Moqing's education and asked him not to forget his promise before he died. For this reason alone, he should be given a chance.
As soon as the two of them walked into the inn, they happened to meet the Han Ying Twin Swords. Gu Pinglin paused, but they seemed not to know Gu Pinglin and the others. They didn't even look at them and turned to go upstairs.
Gu Pinglin's eyes moved slightly.
Duan Qingming smiled and said, "Forget it, let's go back to the room."
He was just speaking casually, but many people were looking at him strangely and some were whispering.
Gu Pinglin naturally didn't care about these things. He raised his chin slightly and walked upstairs without changing his expression.
It was still early, so the two returned to the room and each took a powerful pill. Gu Pinglin closed his eyes and meditated, while Duan Qingming did not mention anything about the spirit stone milk and Lan Feiyu. He continued to lie on the bed, reading a book leisurely.
There is no street outside the window, and the room is very quiet, with only the occasional rustling sound of turning pages.
Duan Qingming was very well behaved today and did not disturb Gu Pinglin. Gu Pinglin soon entered into a state of meditation. Time passed unknowingly, and by the time he finished his meditation, it was already dusk.
The wind blew in through the window, filling the bed with the fragrance of osmanthus flowers.
The person next to him still maintained his original posture, holding a book in his hand with a focused look on his face.
Gu Pinglin pursed his lips slightly. Ever since he formed the external elixir and entered the Qi Transformation Stage, his cultivation had been going quite smoothly. However, his progress had suddenly slowed down recently, and it was even more difficult when he reached the critical point. This was clearly related to his mental disorder.
Enemies from the previous life, obsessions in this life, but what can one do when things turn out like this
If you don't get rid of the obsession, it will sooner or later become an obstacle on your path.
"Why are you sighing?" Duan Qingming asked without taking his eyes off the book.
Sure enough, he wasn't just reading. Gu Pinglin smiled and said, "You said I was sighing. How do you know?"
Duan Qingming then raised his eyes: "Oh, you didn't?"
"Of course--" Gu Pinglin drew out his voice, and suddenly, like lightning, he reached out to touch his pulse.
Duan Qingming also reacted quickly, throwing the book out to block, and at the same time jumped off the bed, saying, "A sneak attack is not a good habit."
Gu Pinglin had already flashed and was waiting there, slapping him on the chest with his palm.
Unable to use his internal energy, Duan Qingming was naturally no match for Gu Pinglin. He also roughly guessed Gu Pinglin's intention, so he simply gave up dodging. After being hit by a palm, he immediately spat out blood.
Seeing this, Gu Pinglin put away his palms, stood in front of him with his hands behind his back, and said slowly: "Keep pretending."
"You're really capable of doing this," Duan Qingming sighed, raising his hand to wipe the blood from his lips, "It seems I can't pretend anymore, I'm ashamed."
Gu Pinglin said with a half-smile: "No, you can pretend to be this way with just a few guesses. I should admire you."
"Well," Duan Qingming said with a smile, "How dare I? It's too much of a compliment."
Gu Pinglin's face suddenly darkened, he approached him and said sternly: "Duan Qingming, you know what you are doing!"
After resting for a few days, the injury not only did not improve, but worsened. How could this be explained by the abnormal internal energy
"Of course I know." Duan Qingming ignored his anger, turned around and took off his bloodstained robe, and said nonchalantly, "I just tried to modify the technique."
"Just trying to modify the technique?" Gu Pinglin repeated with gritted teeth. What is the technique? It is the foundation of cultivation, how important it is! No one dares to modify the technique without authorization, because if you are not careful, your cultivation will be completely scattered and your Dao meridians will be destroyed. He dared to do such a crazy thing, it was simply audacious!
Duan Qingming put on a clean outer robe, turned sideways and looked at Gu Pinglin with a smile, and casually threw the dirty outer robe to him: "Okay, you can see it all, I'm fine, why are you so nervous, wash my clothes first."
Gu Pinglin waved away his robe and glared at him for a while, feeling powerless.
That's right, if he wasn't bold and reckless, he wouldn't be Duan Qingming. In his previous life, he dared to create the Bu Tian Jue based on the Xuanming School's skills, and he must have experienced the same risks, but now he is using the Lingxin School's skills! The school's skills and swordsmanship are matched. Since he knows the difference between Gu Ying's swordsmanship and Lingxin's swordsmanship, he will understand the risks. The Lingxin School's skills are completely contrary to the principles of the Bu Tian Jue. If he wants to create the Bu Tian Jue based on the Lingxin School's skills, there is a 90% chance of failure. He is not afraid of becoming a useless person!
"I have long suspected that the Lingxin Sect's skills are not bad, how could you have lost your internal energy?" Gu Pinglin sneered, "It is indeed the result of modifying the skills without authorization. In the past few days, you have continued to try under my eyes, no wonder you refused to let me feel your pulse."
"Isn't this what you wanted?"
"Um?"
"What have you been expecting? What have you been testing?" Duan Qingming faced him, his thin lips still curled in a smile, but the red shadow at the end of his eyes began to become more gorgeous, and his eyes were bright and a little bewitching. "You have already seen that the Lingxin School's skills are not enough to match Gu Ying's swordsmanship. Aren't you expecting, Gu Xiaojiu?"
He lowered his head slightly and approached Gu Pinglin, his voice also tinged with charm: "I don't have the skills you expect yet, but you know that sooner or later I will find such a skill, right?"
Gu Pinglin said calmly, "That's just your guess. You know better than me whether modifying the Lingxin Sect's skills can achieve your goal. It's reckless to take risks based on guesses alone. It's even more stupid to do something that you know is impossible. I advise you that even if there is such a skill, you'd better make sure you won't become a cripple before you find it."
Eyes met.
"The characteristics of Xuanming Sect's skills match Guying's swordsmanship, so I should join Xuanming Sect."
"You still have a chance."
"So, if I don't join Xuanming Sect, I won't have the chance to find a suitable technique?"
Gu Pinglin did not answer.
Duan Qingming looked at him for a long while and sneered: "How ridiculous! Do you think you can control me with just a technique? All techniques in the world are created by people. If you can create a top-notch technique, why can't I?"
Gu Pinglin was stunned.
He did modify the Lingxin School's martial arts, but he only made it a first-class martial arts. The Creation Technique was a divine martial arts left by the ancestor Baichuan. He practiced it based on his memories from his previous life, but he misunderstood it.
Gu Pinglin didn't know what to say for a moment, and after a while he said, "That was not created by me."
Duan Qingming nodded: "Yes, how could you create such a brilliant technique?"
Gu Pinglin secretly clenched his fists and sneered: "I can't, and you may not be able to do it either. If you still want to try, just tell me as soon as possible. It will be cheaper for me to destroy you myself."
"Now that this road has been proven to be a dead end, do you think I would be stupid enough to continue?" Duan Qingming raised his hand and pulled his ponytail. "Are you concerned about me, or are you worried that I will destroy myself and fail to become the opponent you expect?"
The distance was too close, and the warm breath brushed against his face. Gu Pinglin felt a little uncomfortable, and said calmly: "Of course it's the latter."
"Oh?" Duan Qingming let go of his hair, "That's right."
Gu Pinglin raised his eyebrows slightly.
Duan Qingming raised his face and smiled, "You have shown so many flaws on purpose. I really want to know what it is that you don't want me to know, and what do you know? Alas, it's a pity that you have exposed me before I could even find out. I can't pretend any longer."
The corner of Gu Pinglin's mouth twitched.
The fact that he was still trying to create the Bu Tian Jue showed that he really didn't remember anything from his past life. It turned out that he had been lying to me before.
The sky is high in autumn and the wind begins to get chilly, but the inn business is still booming. This small town is not far from Hai City and has many guests coming and going, so it is very lively all year round.
The lobby downstairs was very spacious, with a dozen tables. Many people were sitting at the tables, chatting and laughing. The topics were nothing more than the interesting things that had happened recently in the world of cultivation or the treasures in the sea market.
When the atmosphere was getting lively, two young monks walked into the inn side by side.
Everyone's eyes immediately lit up.
One of them was handsome, with a purple gold crown tied up in a high ponytail, thick side bangs arched in a beautiful arc, covering the left eyebrow, making the heroic big eyes look sharp and deep, and the oval face was inadvertently modified to perfection. The heavy black cloak pressed down the bright purple clothes, covering the slightly thin figure, reducing some of the beauty, looking more than calm, and difficult to approach.
The other man was relatively tall, a handsome young man, with a ribbon tied in his hair, slanted eyebrows like thick ink, narrow eyes with affection, and lips that seemed to be raised but not raised, as if he was always smiling, which made people feel friendly at first sight. He was wearing a snow-white straight-collared wide robe, a snow-white inner garment, and snow-white short boots. His outfit was simple and elegant, as if he was not stained with a single speck of dust.
Two outstanding men, so eye-catching.
"Young Master Duan!" A female cultivator stood up and greeted the white-robed cultivator with surprise.
The two people were Gu Pinglin and Duan Qingming. The matter with Li Moqing was settled, so the two set out to return to Lingxin Sect the next day. After making sure that Duan Qingming didn't remember anything, Gu Pinglin secretly breathed a sigh of relief. On the way, he received news that Bu Shuihan had successfully passed the tribulation and formed an external elixir, so Gu Pinglin slowed down his journey, giving Duan Qingming the opportunity to recuperate. The two of them walked for a month before they arrived at this small town.
Duan Qingming stopped, looked at the female cultivator and said with a smile: "Junior Sister Zhang, how are you?"
"Young Master Duan Liu remembered me, so of course it was my TOEFL score. That's all right." The female cultivator walked over gracefully with a playful look on her charming face.
Gu Pinglin had already recognized her. This woman was Zhang Lian from the Liudao Sect. They had fought the Hook Snake together in the Misty Wilderness. After not seeing her for all these years, she had become more graceful and charming, with a more mature and seductive charm than before.
Duan Qingming asked, "Why is Junior Sister Zhang here?"
"I'm ordered by my master to go to Hai City to buy something," Zhang Lian smiled and turned to Gu Pinglin, "Is this Junior Brother Gu?"
Gu Pinglin cupped his hands: "Senior Sister Zhang."
"You are more handsome than when you were a child, and look more and more like my brother." Zhang Lian pointed at his face, quite playful, "I said we looked alike at the beginning, will you admit your mistake, Mr. Duan Liu?"
Duan Qingming looked at her, then at Gu Pinglin: "It's a pity that Junior Brother Gu is not a woman."
"Oh, you are deliberately trying to piss off Junior Brother Gu." Zhang Lian laughed so hard that her body shook.
Gu Pinglin clenched his fists under his sleeves again and said calmly: "Brother Duan, it's rare for you to meet Sister Zhang. You two can chat about the past. I have something to do first, so excuse me." He bowed to Zhang Lian and walked out.