Sure enough, Wuchangkong led him into the Tiandou Cemetery. The greenery he saw from outside the wall was all inside the cemetery. Big trees are arranged neatly, and among the trees are tombstones.
Wu Chang's white clothes fluttered, and when he walked in here, he seemed like a ghost.
It was Tang Wulin's first visit to this kind of place, and he looked around from time to time. There were very few people in the cemetery, and he could only occasionally see people worshiping.
Wuchangkong seemed to have entered another state, leading him to the innermost tombstone in the cemetery before stopping.
The tombstone is tall, with only a few simple words on it, the tomb of Longbing.
Dragon Ice? who is this It looks like a woman's name.
"Wait for me a while." Wuchangkong turned to Tang Wulin and said, his voice was no longer cold, but gentle.
"Yes." Tang Wulin stood aside.
Wuchangkong had an extra piece of white cloth in his hand, and walked to the tombstone, and began to wipe it carefully. His movements were very gentle, as if he was touching something extremely precious.
The tombstone wasn't dirty at all, just a layer of topsoil. After he cleaned it, it quickly became as white as jade. It was only then that Tang Wulin noticed that this tombstone itself was whiter than the other tombstones, and when the dust was wiped off, there was a faint glow.
Wuchangkong's eyes were always gentle, and even the previous melancholy and sadness disappeared. At the corner of his mouth, there was even a faint smile that Tang Wulin had never seen before.
He didn't speak, just wiped it quietly, and the whole person seemed to have entered a strange state.
Tang Wulin wanted to go up to help, but he didn't know why, he just didn't dare to go forward, for fear of disturbing Wuchangkong's state, he felt a little depressed in his heart, and even felt breathless.
It took Wuchangkong a full hour to clean a tombstone before it was considered complete. After wiping, he returned to the tombstone and looked at it with a gentle smile on his face. That smile, like a spring breeze blowing on his face, made the surroundings seem to become warm and harmonious.
"You like white, so I'm wearing white."
"You said you like to see me smile, then my smile will only bloom for you."
"Bing'er, in another world, are you okay?"
Wuchangkong said softly, his hand gently stroked the word Long Bing on the tombstone, there were no tears, only a smile.
It was already evening when we left the cemetery.
Wuchangkong returned to the coldness again, and Tang Wulin didn't dare to ask, but just followed Teacher Wu. That Long Bing should be a relative of Teacher Wu, right? Or the kind of lover Xie Xie mentioned
Wuchangkong didn't explain anything to him, but just led him back to Tiandou City.
The lights in Tiandou City were brilliant, bustling people were passing through the streets, and various shops had already opened in the streets and alleys. Selling and trading various items.
Wuchangkong seemed to have returned to normal, but in Tang Wulin's mind, the image of Teacher Wu had changed slightly.
Teacher Wu is not a completely cold person! He said that his smile was only for that person.
"What do you want to eat tonight?" Wuchangkong turned to Tang Wulin and asked.
"Me? Anything is fine!" Tang Wulin replied.
Wu Changkong said: "Then let's go eat noodles. Very delicious noodles."
It was rare for him to describe a food, and Tang Wulin couldn't help being curious.
It was indeed delicious noodles. When Tang Wulin ate the tenth bowl, it was already the tenth time he praised it. The noodles are very chewy, the soup is very delicious, accompanied by meatballs and vegetables, it looks simple, but it is delicious.
Wuchangkong himself only ate one bowl, and he ate noodles one by one. To Tang Wulin's surprise, he saw tenderness again in his eyes. Although there was no smile, with Wu Changkong's handsomeness, his gentle eyes seemed to melt all the women who came in and out of this small noodle restaurant.
From time to time, someone even came over and wanted to strike up a conversation.
Wuchangkong's answer was very simple. He just looked at Tang Wulin on the opposite side and said calmly, "This is my son."
son, son...
In fact, Tang Wulin and Wuchangkong didn't look alike. Tang Wulin's eyes were very big and piercing. No matter how you looked at them, he was a super handsome young lady. On the other hand, Wuchangkong's eyes were relatively narrow and elongated, with a handsome appearance and a cool demeanor.
However, just like a group of beauties all have a similar feeling at first glance, no one really questioned the relationship between their "father and son" when they just glanced at them.
son? Tang Wulin didn't object either, but the way he looked at Wuchangkong changed. He could feel that today's Teacher Wu was completely different from the usual coldness.
After practicing with Wuchangkong for half a year, he found more and more that Teacher Wu's heart was not as cold as he showed. On the contrary, under his cold appearance, there seemed to be very strong emotions.
When I went to the cemetery with him today, Tang Wulin was a little scared at first, but after seeing Wuchangkong's various actions, he felt only sympathy.
He must have lost his most important person.
In this way, a strange scene appeared in the noodle shop. A young man had empty bowls piled up in front of him. Opposite him, there was only a bowl of noodles in front of a young man. He was eating one by one, as if savoring the noodles. Like the most delicious food in the world.
It's an odd combination that easily catches the eye.
"Let's go." After eating a bowl of noodles, Wuchangkong took Tang Wulin back to the hotel.
"Meditate, I will get up early tomorrow morning." Wuchangkong simply washed up, then sat on his bed and began to meditate.
Tang Wulin walked to the window lightly, and looked out through the window. It was getting late, but Tiandou City was still brightly lit. This city gave Tang Wulin a good feeling, unlike Donghai City. There are different cities full of high-rise buildings everywhere. This place is full of historical precipitation and has a strong human touch.
Tang Wulin was still young, so of course he didn't understand that this was the feeling caused by the human environment, and it was the feeling brought to him by the precipitation of history.
The sky outside had just turned from dark to dark blue when Tang Wulin was awakened from meditation by Wuchangkong.
The obvious effect of Xuantian Kungfu was indeed much stronger than before. Tang Wulin clearly felt that his soul power had been significantly improved. After the previous deep meditation, his whole body seemed to be a little different. It was a harmonious feeling, as if the strength and soul power had merged into one, and the abruptness brought by the original blood also disappeared.
Tang Wulin faintly felt that although his strength had not increased significantly, his physical endurance should be stronger.
"Come on!" Wuchangkong pushed open the window and waved to Tang Wulin.
Tang Wulin hurried to his side, and Wuchangkong grabbed his arm. Tang Wulin felt a gust of breeze blowing against his face. The next moment, they were on the roof of the hotel.
Wuchangkong stood behind Tang Wulin, wrapping his hands around his head, with his tail fingers on his chin, his thumbs on his temples, and the other three pairs of fingers on the acupuncture points on his face.
"Feel the movement of the soul power driven by me, and I will take you to practice Ziji Magic Eyes later. Breathe in and out according to the Xuantian Kungfu method, and look to the east. Every morning, before the sun rises, there will be a touch of fish belly in the distance. When it appears, it will be accompanied by a trace of purple energy. Our Tangmen's unique purple magic pupil absorbs this purple energy to improve our eyesight. At the same time, this method of absorbing is the method of cultivating spiritual power .have you understood?"
"Understood." There was no problem with Tang Wulin's comprehension.
The soft and somewhat cool soul power slowly poured into the acupuncture points on Tang Wulin's face from Wuchangkong's fingers like strands of silk. Tang Wulin immediately felt that his entire face felt refreshed, as if using One Wang Qingquan has been washed, and it is indescribably comfortable. Especially his eyes, under the infiltration of these cool air currents, he obviously felt his eyesight strengthened, and everything in the distance became clearer.
He silently remembered the direction in which Wuchangkong's soul power was moving on his cheeks.
"Gather your own soul power and follow my guidance. The breathing of Xuantian Kungfu remains unchanged," Wu Changkong reminded.
Tang Wulin hurriedly followed his advice.
Driven by Wuchangkong, the entry became very familiar. Soon, Tang Wulin himself could control the soul power to operate in the way of Ziji magic pupil.
At this moment, a fish-belly white color quietly emerged from the distant sky, and at the same time, the purple color that Tang Wulin had never noticed before disappeared in a flash.
Suddenly, he felt that the purple color seemed to magnify in his eyes, and then, a warm feeling filled his eyes. Tears subconsciously flowed out, but they didn't drip. Instead, they revolved around the eye sockets driven by the soul power, soaking the eyes, feeling indescribably comfortable, and the little bit of warmth was also sucked into the eyes. Blend into the small acupuncture points around the fundus of the eye.