Intense white light poured from above, shaking the people inside unable to open their eyes. Only at this time did the child realize that they were underground.
The child had just been attracted by the iron cage with all his attention, so he didn't notice that there were torches burning on both sides of the wall, and the air was dull, obviously not circulating.
The child has been underground for a long time, and when encountering sunlight, he instinctively covers his eyes. From between his fingers, the child saw a white shadow fall like a giant. The guards in the dungeon seemed to be facing the enemy, and they pulled out their weapons one after another. These people had big arms and round waists, and their weapons were black and heavy, while the white-robed immortal was tall and thin, and even his sword was slender. The guard danced a half-human-height large saber vigorously, and swung it down with a whistling sound, and everyone in the iron cage broke into a cold sweat.
The two weapons collided, creating an extremely strong visual impact. Compared with the guard's heavy sword, Ling Qingxiao's sword was thinner and thinner like a piece of paper, but it was such a seemingly weak blade that effortlessly cut off the guard's big sword.
The child was surprised, and so was the guard on the opposite side. He looked at Qi Shushua's broken mouth and couldn't believe his eyes: "You... Who are you?"
What kind of sword is this, it is too evil. Cutting iron and breaking gold, the hardness is amazing, but it has unparalleled flexibility. Is this some ancient magic soldier
However, the guard's question did not wait for an answer, and Ling Qingxiao had already wiped his neck when he asked the question. Ling Qingxiao walked all the way into a no-man's land, and quickly caught up with the demon wearing a mask. At this time, the demons behind were still standing there, and after a while, they smashed to the ground one by one.
Their throats had been cut by the cold blade, and the wound was so thin that not even blood came out.
The child stared blankly at this scene, the guard fell to the ground, his eyes widened, as if he would not rest until he died. The child's eyes were facing the guard, and his expression was dull, as if he was completely unconscious.
He remembered the scene when his parents died. At that time, his parents' eyes were like this.
In the nightmare of being unable to move, the boy's eyes were suddenly covered with a coolness, and the bloody and terrifying scene in front of him was replaced by the fragrance of Yan Yu and flowers. The child suddenly came back to his senses and found that there was a fairy in white beside him at some point. The fairy smiled at him and said, "Blood scenes are not suitable for children, so don't watch them if you don't want to watch them."
The people in the iron cage shivered when they saw Luo Han, not knowing whether Luo Han was an enemy or a friend. Luo Han sighed deeply when he saw that these people were so frightened. As soon as she raised her hand, all the iron bars turned into fine iron powder, and the shackles that bound these hostages also turned into dust.
Luo Han said: "You are safe. The obstacles outside have been cleaned up by us, and you can go home."
The people in the iron cage couldn't believe it. At first, no one acted. Later, they didn't know who was leading the charge. Suddenly, everyone dispersed in a hurry and ran out one after another. The child was stumbled by the crowd, and had to shrink to the wall and hug himself tightly.
The footsteps were chaotic, but the battle situation on the other side was not affected in the slightest. The masked man's cultivation is not low, but no matter how high he is, he will never be higher than Demon Lord Gong Jin. Soon, he will be subdued by Ling Qingxiao.
Luo Han came over from behind and asked, "Who are you? What are you doing in the fairyland secretly?"
The masked man snorted coldly and did not make a sound, obviously not cooperating. Luo Han regretted and sighed: "Are you really not going to tell me? After a while, it's not as easy to talk as I am."
The masked man was still dismissive, looking like he didn't get in. Luo Han took a step back and said, "Since you insist, that's fine."
Luo Han gave the space to Ling Qingxiao. Ling Qingxiao didn't ask the masked man, but directly condensed the spiritual energy in the palm of his hand and covered it on the demonic sky spirit cover to extract his thoughts.
The masked demons were shocked, their eyes staring like copper bells. Luo Han sighed: "I told you to be frank with me. If you don't listen, you have to challenge him."
Ling Qingxiao had experienced too many interrogations of prisoners of war in the five hundred years of Middle Ages.
The masked man's status in the demon world seems to be not low. In his vision, he crossed the Yellow Sand Gobi all the way and stopped in front of a huge black city. On the tall arch, three ancient characters "Lei Lie City" appeared.
"Lei Liecheng..." Luo Han murmured in a low voice, "Is he actually from King Lei Lie?"
That's not all, after the masked man walked into the city gate, he walked all the way to a courtyard. All the decorations in the courtyard were dark. The masked man waited in the courtyard for a while. Soon after, another person wearing a mask came in.
The masked man got up and saluted, "Sir, I have brought the goods."
The other party stretched out his hand and asked, "Where's the stuff?"
The masked man hurriedly presented a black gourd. This gourd was exactly the same as the kid just now. It was dark all over, and there were red lines on the spout, like bloodstains. The other party took it, weighed it in the palm of his hand, and said, "Okay, I understand. The next batch of goods is in a hurry, you hurry up and collect it. This time, you don't have to be limited to those with high cultivation and talent. There is no quality. Just use the amount to make it up, as long as you have spiritual roots."
The masked man hurriedly responded, respectfully sending him away. After the other party left, the masked man waited in place again, and after the time was completely staggered, he put on his cloak and went out.
After that, there were a lot of irrelevant pictures. Ling Qingxiao quickly replayed his memory, and roughly saw that the masked man had smuggled into the heaven again, and explained the tasks to his subordinates.
It seemed that it was not just Jiuren City who were poisoned by these people, there were several other cities as well.
Later, the masked man went to the dungeon, and was smashed by Luo Han and Ling Qingxiao. They already knew that Ling Qingxiao erased the picture and killed the masked man with a sword.
From start to finish, he didn't even bother to ask. During the war, every minute and every second was human life, and there was no time for them to waste their words. The first time the prisoners did not say anything, the second time they directly extracted their memories. Who has the patience to fight psychological warfare and torture with the demon prisoners war.
The masked man died in the same way as everyone else. There was a thin line of blood on his neck, and he didn't even bleed much. Ling Qingxiao pinched his fingers, and a cluster of blue flames fell from his fingertips to the masked man's body, surrounding the body in a moment.
The corpses of the masked man and other demons turned into demonic energy under the devour of the spirit fire, and were then engulfed by the spirit fire, without even a trace of them escaping. In an instant, the ground became clean, and if there were still traces of fighting on the walls, it would almost make people suspect that nothing happened just now.
Ling Qingxiao's series of operations were smooth, familiar and natural, so fast that Luo Han didn't even respond. She was dumbfounded and asked, "Why are you so skilled?"
"The more you do, the more you get used to it."
Ling Qingxiao said it lightly, but only those who have experienced it will know how much blood is contained in this sentence. Luo Han felt sad when he thought that he was not by his side for five hundred years in the Middle Ages. Ling Qingxiao had already taken back the spirit fire and said, "It really is the hands and feet of King Lei Lie. Although the dungeon has been destroyed, it cannot be taken lightly. They still have strongholds in other cities, and most of them will make a comeback."
Luo Han nodded and said, "These things are not something we can solve. We need Tiangong's help. Let's destroy other strongholds first, and then write to Tiangong after returning to Zhongshan."
Ling Qingxiao also thought so, the two of them took their swords and walked out. When they passed the corner, Luo Han found that there were still people who had not left. Luo Han recognized that it was the boy who bought flowers, and it seemed to be called... Xiaotong.
Luo Han knew that this child had been traumatized in childhood and could not speak freely. Luo Han lowered his voice and asked, "Why haven't you left yet?"
Xiaotong shook his head, looked at Luo Han and Ling Qingxiao, and nodded again. Although he didn't say a word, Luo Han somehow understood what he meant.
He was thanking them for saving him.
Luo Han remembered that Xiaotong's grandmother was still seriously ill, the family was old and weak, and Xiaotong was still like this, how will he make a living in the future? Luo Han sighed and said, "This is what we should do, you don't have to thank us. Go home quickly, your grandmother is waiting for you."
The boy nodded, ran two steps out, stopped suddenly, and looked back at Ling Qingxiao longingly. He mustered up his courage, pointed at Ling Qingxiao's sword with his finger, and then looked at Ling Qingxiao eagerly.
Ling Qingxiao could see the meaning of Xiaotong. In the Middle Ages, there were orphans like children everywhere. I didn't expect that in a peaceful and prosperous world, there were still many places where the sun could not shine.
Ling Qingxiao thought of a person and touched her heart. He took out a token from his body and held it in front of the boy with his spiritual power: "Zhong Shan has a regular meeting of disciples in the lower realm, and the time and place are written on the token. If you can walk over and pass the assessment, you will be able to With the team coming to the Sixteenth Heaven, enter Zhongshan to learn the four arts of swordsmanship. Only when you become stronger can you control your own destiny and find medicine for your grandmother."
The child stared blankly at the simple and solemn token in front of him, as if he could not believe that such a good thing happened to him. After a long time, the boy tentatively took the white wooden token.
Ling Qingxiao was reminded by Xiaotong. He remembered that when he picked up Ozawa, Ozawa was not a few years older than Xiaotong. Unfortunately, they were never seen again.
Ling Qingxiao had a lot of pity for the little boy because of this, but no matter how much he missed the old days, he would not directly admit the little boy to the door. Ling Qingxiao is now the head of Zhong Shan's family. He wants to accept his disciples, but it's just a matter of words, but he won't do it. Even if it is a chance, you have to work hard by yourself. Opportunities are always reserved for those who are prepared.
If you want to change your destiny, you must first change yourself. Ling Qingxiao said: "Zhongshan's recruiting competition is not easy, and Zhongshan does not accept dumb people."
Xiaotong's eyes widened, Ling Qingxiao knew that this was cruel, but she chose to cut open the unhappy reality and presented it to Xiaotong coldly: "If you want to enter Zhongshan, you can only overcome your own psychological shadow. You can't Don't speak for the rest of your life, unless you want to live this kind of life at the mercy of others for the rest of your life."
"I hope I can see you in the Sixteenth Heaven."
After Ling Qingxiao finished speaking, she turned around and left without providing the child with any elixir or exercises. Luo Han sighed in his heart, said cheers to the little boy, and quickly followed.
Ling Qingxiao has the most kind heart and the strongest shell. Needless to say he was cruel to a child, because he was even more cruel to himself.
Luo Han caught up with Ling Qingxiao, and the two quickly returned to the ground and stood in the sun again. There was no one else around, and Luo Han asked: "Since I can't bear it, why don't I tell him more? He has never been in contact with these things, and he doesn't know how dangerous it is to rush on the road. Besides, since the psychological shadow is called a shadow, it is because it is impossible to resist."
Ling Qingxiao shook his head and said firmly: "This is his own heart disease, and he can only rely on him to get out of it. If he doesn't pull himself out of his parents' shadow, no one will be able to get over him."
Ling Qingxiao's words were indifferent, but Luo Han knew that he was talking about himself. Ling Qingxiao, like Xiaotong, was deeply affected by the shadow of childhood, so that she had to cut her tail to protect herself. Xiaotong cut off his language ability, and Ling Qingxiao cut off all joy.
He no longer enjoys any recreational activities, he devotes all his time to training, studying, and practicing swords. So for a long time, he stopped laughing.
Luo Han walked quietly with him. After a while, he asked softly, "What about now? Has he come out yet?"
Ling Qingxiao glanced back at her, with a clear smile in her eyes: "I have to ask Xiaotong, how do I know? However, I think he can. When he really breaks away from other people's opinions, he is strong enough to face his own light and light. Dark, longing and mean, he was able to break free from the bondage he once had."
There was a smile on Luo Han's mouth. Ling Qingxiao was able to say this, which showed that he really looked away. He used to have a tense relationship with his family and had a deliberate sense of alienation from Ling Xianhong and Su Yifang. He seems to be tough and decisive, but in fact, it means that he still cares about his parents.
In the Middle Ages, he met many elders in another era and got the guidance of truly powerful elders. Before he knew it, he no longer depended on the approval of his parents.
When Ling Qingxiao first returned to the Tiangong, she also had a fluke in her heart and had a final fantasy about Ling Chongyu and Su Yifang. He expected his parents to be tolerant and loving towards him, and he even made a certain compromise in advance, but in the end, he was disappointed.
He fully realized that if he doesn't love, he doesn't love, and in the hearts of his family, he can't compare to Ling Zhongyu. Even if he made himself meet the expectations of the world, he would not be able to attract the attention of his parents.
The wound was festering and the pus was about to be plucked out. Ling Qingxiao personally removed his last weakness, and also cut off the road of reconciliation between him and his parents.
In this lifetime, Ling Xianhong, Su Yifang and Bai Lingluan will never forgive him again. That's good, he won't have the chance to compromise, be weak, or anything like that.
Luo Han felt a sigh that Ling Qingxiao in the original plot had never experienced Xi'er Mihai, the Middle Ages War, and the withdrawal family. The extremes, fragility, and madness of his character were largely preserved until he became the Emperor of Heaven and the pinnacle of power in the Six Realms.
The more people who haven't been loved, the more afraid of losing the only warmth, so later in the plot, he will be so tolerant of Yunmenghan. Because apart from Yunmenghan, he has no one else. Even if Yun Menghan violated his bottom line repeatedly, he was willing to forgive her again and again.
And now Ling Qingxiao, his heart is stronger than later generations, and his sense of security is fuller. He has been recognized by his elders such as Su Zongshi, Rong Cheng, Xi Heng, etc., and he has also received the support of Ye Zinan, Zou Jibai and other partners. If he was placed in the same situation, Ling Qingxiao would definitely not tolerate Yunmenghan.
He will throw Yunmenghan out immediately.
This is a good thing, Luo Han told herself that she is not without progress, she at least changed the big devil's view of the world. Although the current Ling Qingxiao is a little more scheming, unpredictable, and the blackening value fluctuates, at least, it is better than the indifferent and rock-like appearance of later generations.
Luo Han found that her goals were getting lower and lower. At first, she thought about saving the world and changing the big devil. Later, she felt that Ling Qingxiao should not be blackened. Now, as long as it is better than the worst situation, she is satisfied.
humble.
After Ling Qingxiao and Luo Han left the dungeon, they did not go back to Jiuren City, but went directly to another city. In addition to Jiuren City, many people are under threat of being kidnapped. According to the masked man's memory, Luo Han and Ling Qingxiao went all the way to destroy them, destroying more than half of the Demon Clan stronghold. The remaining very few were reported to the Heavenly Palace by Ling Qingxiao because they were too far away or too detoured, and handed over to the local court for resolution.
After they finished their task, they hurried to Zhongshan without stopping. Although they destroyed the stronghold of the demon clan, they did not know what King Lei Lie did to kidnap the immortal clan at the bottom. What the hell is in Lei Lie City, who the masked man gave the blood gourd containing the immortal clan, and what it will be used for afterwards, it is all a fog.
Every day of delay could cost a life. Luo Han and Ling Qingxiao did not dare to be careless. After getting on the flying boat, they rushed to Zhongshan at full speed.
The return trip was different from the time she came. When she first came out, Luo Han was curious about the scenery on both sides, and from time to time she got off the flying boat to see the scenery. Now that the freshness has dissipated, she stayed in the room all day, wishing that she would fall to the ground as soon as she opened her eyes.
There were only Luo Han and Ling Qingxiao on the flying boat. Luo Han was too lazy to look at the scenery along the way. If he wanted to talk to someone, he could only go to Ling Qingxiao. When Luo Han came over, Ling Qingxiao was writing something, and when she saw her, she said lightly, "You're here."
Luo Han sat at the desk, she had nothing to do, so she could only hold her chin and watch Ling Qingxiao write. She looked at it for a while and couldn't help but ask, "What are you writing?"
"Documents for the Tianshu Academy." Ling Qingxiao explained, "This matter involves a wide range of issues, and the Tianshu Academy needs to see enough evidence to take action. Just as there is nothing on the road, I will sort out the ins and outs of the whole thing in the future. Zhong Shan's assignments for the new year can also be scheduled."
When I meet a boss like Ling Qingxiao, I don't know if it's a blessing or a curse. Ling Qingxiao has been away from Zhongshan for more than half a year. The daily, ten-day and monthly tasks of Zhongshan's institutions have never been cut off. From top to bottom, every day is clearly arranged. Now that Ling Qingxiao is still on the road, she has already started planning for the new year.
Terrible. Luo Han sighed: "Fortunately, I am neither your student nor your subordinate."
Ling Qingxiao lowered his head to write, the sky light from the clouds reflected on him, holy like a god statue. This picture looks so solemn, it can be immediately framed and used as a promotional album for Tiangong. However, the person in the portrait suddenly asked, "Then what do you want to do?"
Luo Han blinked and kicked the ball back with a smile: "It depends on what position is missing next to you."
Luo Han felt right, she could only use straight balls for Ling Qingxiao. The bolder she said, the more embarrassed Ling Qingxiao was to take it. If you play word games with him, with Ling Qingxiao's patience, you can keep asking until you collapse.
Ling Qingxiao was really speechless, Luo Hanzhi was satisfied, she saw the pen beside Ling Qingxiao, and suddenly remembered something: "By the way, what's the matter with your spirit fire?"
Luo Han had wanted to ask about this for a long time, but before there was someone around or it was not safe, she never found the right time to ask. Now that the flying boat is silent, there is no need to worry about the conversation being heard by others, Luo Han immediately asked.
Ling Qingxiao's fingertips flicked slightly, and a cluster of blue flames appeared at his fingertips: "You mean it?"
"Yes." Luo Han asked, "I remember that your spirit fire wasn't this color before, and it didn't seem to be that big. Why did it suddenly change?"
After the cultivation base reaches a certain level, the monk can release his spiritual fire. Like Ling Qingxiao's cold attribute, his spirit fire is a cold, blue fire with no temperature. Luo Han had seen Ling Qingxiao's Linghuo before. At that time, Linghuo was not like this, and it was also very friendly. It was like now, just looking at it, there was coercion.
Ling Qingxiao took back the spirit fire and wrote lightly: "I encountered several unusual terrains when I was marching in the Middle Ages. When I was looking for a way out, I absorbed the heaven and earth fire inside, about twice."
Luo Han was stunned, Ling Qingxiao's words were light, but the backside was very thrilling. There are also grades between fire and fire. Spirit fire is the most common fire in the immortal world, and heaven and earth fire is the highest-level fire. The different fires of heaven and earth were born in the blessed land of the heavens and the earth.
The strange fires of heaven and earth are very hard to find, and the strange fires of the Middle Ages, if you pick one out, are miracles and legends. Ling Qingxiao devoured two... No wonder his spirit fire was so ferocious.
Since there are levels between fires, they can devour each other. The rule of nature has always been that the strong prey on the weak. There is no doubt about the power of the different fires of heaven and earth. Ling Qingxiao was able to successfully subdue them and internalize them into his own spiritual fire. The opportunity is quite profound.
Ling Qingxiao's fortune has always been that great danger is accompanied by great luck. But any opportunity comes with risk, and conquering the world may sound simple, but at the time, the situation was uncertain how dangerous it was. Luo Han was not by Ling Qingxiao's side at that time, in case of a business trip... Luo Han didn't dare to think about it any longer.
With such a big opportunity, others must be envious when they hear it, but Luo Han only feels sad when he hears it. Luo Han asked, "Was it dangerous at the time?"
Ling Qingxiao didn't expect that when she heard the strange fire, the first thing she asked was not how to subdue it, but whether it was dangerous or not. Ling Qingxiao withdrew his gaze and said lightly, "It's not dangerous, it's all over."
"That must be very dangerous." Luo Han sighed, "If only I were by your side at the time."
Ling Qingxiao was stunned, and smiled softly after a while: "It's not too late. It's enough for you to be by my side now."
Luo Han shook his head, seemingly disapproving. However, it is useless to entangle the things that have passed. Luo Han put aside this unpleasant topic and said: "I won't in the future. If there is any danger in the future, no matter where I am, even if I travel through mountains and rivers and wear stars and moons, I will definitely come back to you. around."
This promise was too general and too absolute. Ling Qingxiao's rationality made him not believe it, but his emotions couldn't refuse. Poison and candy are sweet, and once you try, you can't stop. Are these words of Luo Han real sugar or fake poison
Ling Qingxiao didn't want to think about it.
Ling Qingxiao and Luo Han quietly went out in July, and when they came back, it was already February of the second year. It rained in early spring, and the stone steps of Zhongshan were washed clean. It was originally a vibrant spring scene, but in front of the mountain gate, two men and horses secretly holding swords ruined all the beautiful scenery.
The people outside the mountain gate became impatient, and shouted loudly: "You little white faces from the fairy way are really ink marks, get out of the way, we want to see Ling Qingxiao."
"Presumptuous!" Zhong Shan's sword-wielding disciple shouted angrily, "How can you call the name of the head of the family taboo? Zhong Shan, as the mainstay of the righteous path, is ashamed to let you demons get started."
The person who delivered the letter also had a cold face and said, "Our original intention is to announce good news, so don't be ignorant. I heard that the Zhongshan Patriarch is very famous in the fairy world, why don't we dare to come forward when we see it?"
The disciples were extremely angry. The leading disciple was about to draw his sword, but was suddenly held down by an invisible force, and the sword was pushed back into the sheath. The disciple was startled and suspicious. He looked up subconsciously. At this time, a figure slowly walked towards the back of the mountain road.
"What's the matter with me?"
"Patriarch!" The disciples shouted excitedly, and the emissary of the demon race also showed a wary look when he saw the person: "Ling Qingxiao?"
"It's me." Ling Qingxiao came from the cold rain and fog in the early spring. He walked up the steps, and the breath around him seemed to be cleaner than the outside rain. Ling Qingxiao didn't look at the demon messenger, but kept paying attention to the woman beside her: "Be careful."
Luo Han responded and slowly walked up the steps with her skirt in hand. The demons came to block in front of the gate. Ling Qingxiao's road was blocked, so he had to stop and asked, "I'm Ling Qingxiao. What's the matter?"
The emissaries of the demon race looked at each other, and the leader took a half step forward and took out something from their sleeves: "We are honored to send us to send invitations to the owner of Zhongshan. After March, Lei Liecheng will host the wedding event, there is an invitation Patriarch Ling is present."
Ling Qingxiao glanced at the name on the invitation, and her expression became obviously cold. He flicked his sleeves and directly crossed the demons' messengers, without even looking at them at all: "The way is different and it is not for each other. Zhongshan and the demons are clearly separated, and they have never communicated. King Xie Leilie is kind and will not go."
Ling Qingxiao refused too bluntly, and the emissary of the demon race was embarrassed and said again, "Is the master of the Ling family really not going to the wedding of the elder brother and the younger sister?"
Luo Han knew the plot and was not surprised at the moment. Ling Qingxiao was obviously stunned for a moment, then turned around quickly: "Whose wedding is he marrying?"