Duan Qingya's spiritual root was indeed alienated. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Wind, thunder, and ice themselves are all alienated twin or multi-spirit roots. It's just that normally the alien spirit roots are all innate. There are very few such things like Duan Qingya, so few that everyone has only read one or two from the travelogue codex.

The old ancestor of the Duan family carefully probed Duan Qingya's spiritual root, and finally put his heart into his stomach, and there was a smile in his eyes.

There was a sudden joy on Hutian Peak. They weren't happy because of Duan Qingya's spiritual root alienation. Yuan Ying's cultivation in exchange for an alienated spiritual root, no matter how much you think about it, it's not worth it. But people are often like this, when things get bad to the point, and then there is a little bit of luck, the change will seem extraordinarily beautiful.

For a while, whether it was the Duan family monk who rushed to hear the news or the deacon disciple sent by the sect to Hu Tianfeng, they were all full of smiles.

In a sound of joy, Duan Qingya's voice was raised in an absent state: "Big brother, I will move to your side tomorrow." ”

Duan Qing'an, who was ordered, was stunned for a moment, and asked inexplicably: "Why do you want to move if you live well?" ”

Duan Qingya's face was taken for granted, "With my current cultivation, I can't monopolize a peak. ”

Duan Qing'an held his forehead, this feeling of powerlessness has not been felt for hundreds of years. In front of me is the young Duan Qingya, the Duan Qingya who is not stingy, and the Duan Qingya where a intestine reaches the ground.

While Duan Qing'an was rubbing his forehead, a deacon disciple had already stepped forward to bow and said, "Zhenyuan True Monarch has damaged his cultivation because he is guarding the realm seal and guarding the safety of all beings in the Middle Yuan. No matter what the true monarch becomes, the true monarch will always be the true monarch. It is the hero in the hearts of my disciples, and the hero of the entire Zhongyuan Continent. ”

The deacon's face was full of sincerity, and his words were full of excitement and frustration.

Immediately, another deacon disciple stepped forward and said, "Hutian Peak is where Zhenyuan Zhenjun's cave is located, and it will never be changed. Unless the true monarch chooses another cave. ”

"It's time to move out."

As soon as the words fell, there was no sound in the room. followed the prestige, but it was the ancestor of the Duan family who saw the voice.

What does that mean?

Inviting Zhenyuan Zhenjun to leave Hutianfeng is inconsistent with both affection and reason. What exactly does the ancestor of the Duan family mean?

Soon the ancestor of the Duan family spoke out to solve everyone's doubts, "Fifteen Lang has fallen, and now I, the old man, are also dying, and someone in Qingya must be re-taught." ”

What the ancestor of the Duan family said was the fifteenth Lang Dao number flushing, who was Duan Qingya's distant uncle, and was his mentor. Most of the Duan family members present knew about it.

Duan Qingya has now re-cultivated, and he has lost a long memory. It is indeed necessary to choose a teacher to teach. It's just a matter of who to choose, but that's a bit tricky.

To choose a master for Duan Qingya, qualifications and cultivation are actually not very important. The important thing is to be able to detain Duan Qingya.

Duan Qing'an sighed slightly, where in this world to find another fifteenth uncle. When he raised his eyes, he saw that the ancestor of the Duan family seemed to be successful, so he asked, "Father has already chosen someone?" ”

The ancestor of the Duan family did already have a candidate. When he saw Duan Qingya's helpless look towards Su Jinge at the mountain gate, he had the idea of finding a female master for Duan Qingya. Looking at Fuguang, from seniority and cultivation to high to low, the first one is Ning Xin Zhenjun.

Thinking about it, because of Duan Qingya's friendship with Chonghua Zhenjun, Ning Xin Zhenjun also grew up watching Duan Qingya since he was a child. Ning Xin Zhenjun knows Duan Qingya to some extent, and Duan Qingya has always respected Ning Xin Zhenjun. It is Ning Xin Zhenjun's character, and Duan Qingya, who is too strong and heroic,...... It's just wonderful!

It's really a good fit.

The more the Duan family ancestor thought about it, the more he felt that it was appropriate, so he patted his thigh and immediately got up, "I'll go to Lingshui Peak." Disperse yourselves. - Xiaoge, can you go back? ”

Su Jinge saw that Duan Qingya was fine, and he still had a lot of things to do, so he nodded, and said goodbye to Duan Qingya and went to Lingshui Peak with the ancestor of the Duan family.

Along the way, seeing the Duan family ancestor's eyebrows fluttering, he also knew what he was going to do.

Duan Qingya's cultivation was only damaged because of the protection of the realm enchantment, and the Duan family ancestor would not be rejected if he asked anyone at this moment. The outcome of the trip was foreseeable.

When he reached Lingshui Peak, looking at the back of the Duan family ancestor who went straight to the peak, Su Jinge suddenly shuddered.

Ning Xin Zhenjun and Duan Qingya as masters and apprentices?!

It's hard to imagine!

At this time, the sunset has completely sunk below the horizon, and the stars are brightening one by one.

Su Jinge's footsteps turned and he went up to Xiaojing Peak again.

Generally speaking, once the apprentice has formed a golden pill and opened up another mountain, when he goes to the master's peak, he needs to pull the ban just like others. At the beginning, Chonghua Zhenjun said that the courtyard in the pear forest was kept for her, and Bento really kept it for her. The prohibition on Xiaojing Peak has always set restrictions on her, and now she still comes and goes freely.

There was a faint sound of the piano in the pear forest, and it was even more ethereal by the sound of the waterfall.

The population on Xiaojing Peak is limited, and it will not be Xiao Tao and Snow Jade who play the piano. Su Jinge followed the sound of the piano and found Chonghua Zhenjun.

The white-clothed monk sat under an old tree, with a lyre made of paulownia wood on his lap. The autumn wind passes through the forest, the clothes are fluttering, and the black hair dances lightly.

Su Jinge had never seen Chonghua Zhenjun caressing the qin, and his posture was still so beautiful that he didn't dare to breathe. It's just that for some reason, the song "Youth Tour" with a spring flow was popped up by him with a sparse and desolate taste.

At the end of the song, Chonghua Zhenjun gently rested his hands on the body of the piano, and slightly turned to the leader to look at the little apprentice standing not far away with inquiry.

The bright moon broke through the clouds, dimming the starlight.

Another gust of wind blew, the leaves fell, and the yellow pears swayed on the branches.

"The disciple wants to go to the Western Wilderness with Wuwei Zhenren the day after tomorrow."

Chonghua Zhenjun smiled slightly, as if he was not surprised by her decision. "Why are you still like a child, you have to report to Master when you go out."

Su Jinge was stunned for a moment, and then remembered that since she formed the Jindan and opened up another mountain, she was already a high-level monk who could take charge on her own. When you go out to travel, you can make your own decisions about big and small things, and you don't have to report to your master for instructions.

Chonghua Zhenjun did not continue the topic, but changed his voice and said, "Your current situation is not the same as your physical cultivation. ”

"I know. But you can't just hide in the door and do nothing. Even if it can't match the monks of the same level, it won't even be able to defeat Zhuji and Ning Yuan. ”

Chonghua Zhenjun was wiping the fingertips of the strings, and the paulownia wood qin emitted a low trill. Can such a thing be blue without discipline?

But Su Jinge's words ,...... No problem.

Chonghua Zhenjun raised his head and watched through the sparse branches and leaves as a few wisps of clouds drifted away above the sky, the bright moon was shining, and the stars were dotted.

Chonghua Zhenjun sighed slightly, "Since it is the day after tomorrow, let's go back and prepare early." ”

Su Jinge saluted in response, turned around and walked under the Little Mirror Peak. The mountain wind gradually became stronger, blowing the robes and fluttering. The face that hung on his chest made a small cracking sound as the robe shook.

Listening to the sound getting farther and farther away, until it disappeared, Chonghua Zhenjun hooked his fingers again and plucked the strings.

Being a teacher turns out to be such a feeling, the more the apprentice grows up, the deeper the attachment in his heart.

Many years ago, also in this pear forest, Tianying Zhenjun's words sounded in memory through time:

"I know it's not an easy request. -- Now that you are also a disciple, you should understand that I am not trying to persecute you. ”

He didn't expect that Tianying Zhenjun, who had always been so strong, would throw off his clothes and kneel straight down after saying this.

After so many years, Tianying Zhenjun's expression at that time always flashed in front of his eyes from time to time. That look shocked him even more than that kneeling.

She was six years old when she picked up Su Jinge, and the time she spent teaching and accompanying her was also short. And Ling Du was still in his infancy when he was carried back to Fuguang by Tianying Zhenjun, from Ling Du's first sentence, the first step was all taught by Tianying Zhenjun himself.

Ling Du was the best of their generation's disciples.

Su Jinge was already like this for him, not to mention Tianying Zhenjun, who had devoted all his efforts to Ling Du.

Chonghua Zhenjun was suddenly relieved.

What was relieved was only the kneeling of Tianying Zhenjun that day, not the sword that Ling Du stabbed in the back back then.

Ling Du, who was proud and self-conscious when he was young, and Ling Du, who was rigorous in his demeanor,......。 The young man who would turn his back to hide the smile on his face, would silently block the knife for him with his back, and would brave the scolding of Tianying Zhenjun to cut wood and chop the piano for him, I don't know when he slowly disappeared and never saw him again.

He would stab that sword, naturally, not because he was jealous of his appearance.

What is it for, exactly?

He had thought about it for so long, but he couldn't guess the real reason. It was precisely because of guessing that he never pursued revenge. Back then, even if Tianying Zhenjun didn't come to beg him, he didn't think he would swing the eighty-one whips with all his might.

Some people will eventually become unrecognizable in the torrent of time.

Some things are not simply judged by black and white, right and wrong.

The sound of the piano is murmuring, and the moonlit night is quiet and cold.

Su Jinge pinched the sweet pears he picked from Xiaojing Peak and returned to Baiguo Peak.

From Xiaojing Peak to Baiguo Peak, the pear was just finished. Throwing away the pear pit, Su Jinge roughly sorted out his bags.

As soon as the matter was done, there was time to hold the pair of giant hammers given by Chu Yingluo in his hands.

This is a pair of dark gold four-edged short hammers, with a minimalist shape and weighing more than 1,000 catties. The hammer handle is engraved with the word "Wanjun".

The hammer is a weapon that concentrates its power on the head of the weapon and uses its own gravity to hammer the enemy. Therefore, the use of such weapons is necessary and necessary. Judging from the shape of the hammer, it doesn't look like Chu Yingluo refined it herself, but I don't know if she can get along with it. It's hard for anyone to dance this weight, but it feels as light as a wicker among Su Jin singers. Regardless of shabu-shabu, dragging, hanging, smashing, beating, rushing, cloud, and cover, they are all light and swift like flying, and their dexterity is abnormal.

For the rest of the day and night, Su Jinge was concentrating on getting acquainted with the pair of giant hammers. From time to time, a piece of fruit was shaken off by a huge smash. Huang Liu came out to forage for food, and he was smashed with a bag full of cold. He rubbed his head and turned his head to see Su Jinge sweating and dancing a pair of giant hammers in the forest not far away.

After looking at it for a moment, he only said "oh ah", and then lazily turned around and shrank back into the tree hole.