Cultivation

Chapter 52 The Shadow

"That..." Yue Chenxi elongated her tone on purpose, with an expression that I know but I don't want to say unless you beg me.

"Don't say you don't know, just the gossip you got out of with the old monkey, you won't stop asking about these things." Zhang Linggu didn't believe that Yue Shenxi was free to do predation for Qing'er.

Yue Shenxi enjoyed Zhang Linggu's eyes when he was concentrating on looking at him: "That devil has almost grown into a big appetite and tricky, and that ghost mother is now its puppet, and it will be a big disaster to raise such an evil nature. "

He leaned over again and put his hand on the stone at Zhang Linggu's feet: "I was still thinking yesterday that there should be a vision of the stars changing color, the sun and the moon darkening when the demon is reborn, but I was hit by you in Prison Dragon Ridge. If he loses his identity, he will become a demon? Don't you think it's too hasty?"

"Everyone in Prison Dragon Ridge was shocked and injured. Countless landslides and ground cracks are not enough momentum? Shall I buy some firecrackers for him and set them off around Devil Nightmare Mountain?" Zhang Linggu sat cross-legged: "What's going on in the Black Demon Palace? ? Is he up there? Are there any other monsters? Where are the one hundred thousand Yin soldiers he mentioned earlier?"

A bunch of questions were thrown at Yue Chenxi's head, and he could only answer one by one: "The monsters who came to congratulate are all camping below, and there are only him and Qing'er up there, I haven't seen the one hundred thousand Yin soldiers you mentioned , but he is not in the Dark Demon Palace right now, I don't know where he went, before leaving, let me take good care of Qing'er."

He stretched his fingers around Zhang Linggu's hanging hairband: "Brother, what else do you want to know, I will tell you everything."

No matter how serious the topic is, Yue Chenxi can turn it into an ambiguous meaning.

Zhang Linggu unceremoniously stretched out his hand and tapped Yue Chenxi on the head: "Speak the business."

Unconvinced, Yue Chenxi tugged at the hairband, and slid out of the water before Zhang Linggu hit him again, his eyes were full of unwillingness and stubbornness: "What's so good about him? A piece of wood only knows how to practice swords, what do you like?" He what?"

He accentuated his tone viciously: "He just keeps you cold, hangs you, hangs a carrot in front of you, a silly donkey, and makes you beg for nothing to post it, but you get nothing."

"I'm happy, but you don't care." Zhang Linggu said with a bit of irony: "What is there for you to remember? You were thrown under the altar as soon as you were born, and the things your mother did to me, if it weren't for you I have already strangled you a hundred times because of the blood contract, why do you like me?"

Yue Shen Xihong leaned over with eyes wide open, and stretched out his hand to pull Zhang Linggu into the pool in a fit of anger, his arms tightly wrapped around Zhang Linggu's neck: "You are mine, and you are born together with a blood bond." To die together, don't even try to get rid of me in this life."

Zhang Linggu stretched out his hand to pinch Yue Chenxi's nose, making Yue Chenxi unable to hold his breath and had to let him go: "We are connected by a blood bond, so I am the elder brother and you are the younger brother. I know that you were brought back by him to be punished." Take it easy, don't worry, when I kill him, I'll let you whip his corpse and smoke for fun."

"How can it be so easy to kill him?" Yue Chenxi looked at Zhang Linggu with mournful eyes, and said with a moaning voice, "You are a hard-hearted man, and Fengyulou is heartless, you two are a perfect match. "

"Then wish my master and I a long life." Zhang Linggu ignored Yue Chenxi's temper: "Do you know where the tortoise shell he stole from Qianshan is?"

"It's hung around Qing'er's neck, and it's used to suppress the evil spirit in her stomach, so that the ghost mother won't be troubled by the ghost." Yue Chenxi lowered her voice and said, "I heard from Qing'er that the devil seems to be His heir, his mother was killed before he was born, he went to dig a grave and raised him, he is very evil, don't go up there, I'm afraid you will never return."

It was really tricky to swallow a demon cultivator who seemed to have a high level of cultivation just now, but Zhang Linggu had a reason to go up.

"If you don't kill him now, you won't be able to kill him until he is born." Zhang Linggu said to Yue Chenxi: "Go to the camp, let as many people see you as possible. I'll go up and explore the way."

Before Yue Chenxi could answer, he saw Zhang Linggu sinking into the water, he snorted and stood up from the water, pulled the animal skin from the stone, wrapped it around his waist, and walked towards the nearest fire go.

A demon cultivator smelling of alcohol came over, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, he was about to grab Yue Shenxi's waist: "Beauty."

Yue Chenxi had a cold face: "Get lost."

Zhang Linggu followed the secret passage to the Dark Demon Palace. The secret passage opened under a tree in the garden. The deserted garden dimmed the jewels. He carefully looked left and right before coming out.

Walking along Yu Yuanzhou's memory, his purpose is very clear, which is the study room of the previous demon king's bedroom, where there are records of the previous demon kings, some exercises, and the most important thing is that he and the master of the Qingmu altar used to pretend The blueprint for the Immortal Slaying Formation designed by the ghost Taoist.

Walking in the silent palace under the moonlight, the only sound is the sound of his own footsteps, this feels very strange... It seems that he has walked through this vast palace in the quiet mist on such a moonlit night countless times... …

The person who did this is not him, that is... Yu Yuanzhou...

Pushing open the study door, the lights in the room sensed someone coming in and turned on by themselves. The arrangement of the lamps and the scattered papers on the desk seemed like the owner had just left...

There was messy handwriting on a piece of paper on the table, and the tip of the writing pen fell off the paper, revealing the chaotic thoughts: "The wind blows over the slanting clouds outside the mountains, and the boat covered with water asks for the way home."

Every word and every word hides regret, if everything is at the price of never seeing him again, is it worth it?

Zhang Linggu sat down on the chair, sighed in his heart, reached out and took a roll of unframed drawing paper from the shelf and hid it in his sleeve. He was about to leave, but after hesitating, he bent down and reached out to the bottom of the shelf to grope. After a while, he finally took out a piece of drawing paper from the crack, on which was a picture of two men playing chess across the table.

This is just the most common way Yu Yuanzhou got along with him in Qianshan and Fengyulou back then, but it is the place he will never go back to.

In the painting, there is only one figure of Yu Yuanzhou's back, but it is the young Feng Yulou's handsome eyebrows, revealing his pure temperament.

Yue Chenxi scolded him for being hanged by Fengyu Building, but he was so willing.

Just when Zhang Linggu was carefully stuffing the drawing paper back into the gap, he heard a "ah~~" behind him, and the door of the study was pushed open...

Before Zhang Linggu turned his head, the sword in his hand was out of its sheath. The candlelight in the room was blown into chaos by the sudden wind. There is a gloomy darkness in it.

A cloud of black mist emerged from Qing'er's body and wrapped itself around Zhang Linggu. Seeing the power of the black mist, Zhang Linggu refused to take it head-on, and hurriedly ran out from the side against the threshold, passing by Qing'er. At the time, I still didn't forget to reach out and tear off the tortoise shell hanging around her neck. The thing has already been taken, so there is no need to keep it for a long time.

The black mist fell on the ground and turned into a figure, and he chased after him unwillingly, running like Zhang Linggu.

Zhang Linggu leaped onto the roof and ran down the mountain between the ridges of the roof. When he turned his head and saw the shadow that was chasing him, he cried out in his heart. It was difficult for a demon cultivator who is good at swordsmanship to perform in front of this kind of ghost art.

no solution anymore.

Zhang Linggu had no choice but to lead the chasing shadow directly to the waterfall, where he deliberately landed in the tent pile: "Help, help!"

As soon as the ghost shadow landed, it felt the breath of a large amount of food rushing towards its face, making it overwhelmed. It didn't care to distinguish the breath of Zhang Linggu for a moment, and directly wrapped itself around a big demon cultivator next to it and started eating.

Yue Chenxi watched all this with cold eyes, took advantage of the chaos when it returned to its original body, picked up Zhang Linggu and flew directly outside the Devil's Nightmare Mountain, dropped Zhang Linggu in a very noble and glamorous way, and went back to clean up the mess.

Zhang Linggu drove the sword light to the green wood altar.

The Green Wood Altar is in a valley outside a small town, and the trees are very lush, but Zhang Linggu walked around the mountain several times, but he couldn't find the gate of the Green Wood Altar.

It can be seen that the master of the Green Wood Altar either moved the entire Green Wood Altar, or used some kind of cover-up.

Zhang Linggu was not discouraged if he couldn't find the location of the Qingmu altar, if he was allowed to find out the old background of the Qingmu altar master so easily, then he would be sorry for the Qingmu altar master's hard work for many years.

After thinking about it, he went to the capital.

It is said that Qingmu altar master had led one hundred thousand Yin soldiers to attack the capital, but was beaten back by an expert, so there may be records in the world, if he can find this expert, it will surely be twice the result with half the effort.

Only when Zhang Linggu arrived in the capital did he feel like he was being caught blind. Shangguan Li and Guo Sixian grew up in the capital, and they were sent to the capital before, but now that they were killed by Yuan Qi, he didn’t know whether they were alive or dead, so he came to the capital rashly. I don't know who to go to first.

Zhang Linggu stood on the top of the city tower, facing the rising sun and looking at the bustling city unfolding in front of him like a picture scroll: "Why don't you just grab an official and knock him out and pretend to be him? By the way, I remember Guo Sixian's Dad belongs to the Qin Tianjian, so I'll go to the Qin Tianjian to try my luck."

After asking someone for a long time, he couldn't quite understand the local accent, so that he couldn't find where Qin Tianjian was after walking around the street for a long time.

Just when Zhang Linggu was spinning dizzily, a person quietly walked past him: "Follow me, three steps away, don't look back."