Back in the room, it was just dawn, and Bai Qijun's soul was already waiting inside.

Ling Lang didn't immediately return to his body, he left a trace of soul thought to maintain the operation of the seven spirits and blood, as long as there was no huge external force "harassment", it was no big problem.

It was rare for Bai Qijun to not wear a battle uniform, but to change into ordinary casual clothes with a short robe and a small crown, Shi Shiran stood there, not like a famous killing god in China, but like an extremely ordinary middle-aged man on the ancient street.

Guan Gong's holy soul hugged his fists and saluted, and Bai Qijun's soul smiled in return, so peaceful that you can't imagine it at all, it is such a man in front of you, more than ten days ago, talking and laughing and fighting with the sky, waving his hand to destroy hundreds of thousands.

"What's going on?" Bai Qijun asked the spirit.

"You have to be trapped in the world for ten years. "Guan Gong's holy soul didn't hide it, and it was straightforward.

"Oh, it's a bit unexpected by Bai, it's just that it's not a painful condition?" Bai Qijun didn't say the word "punishment", to his extent, waiting for the "verdict" and accepting other people's conditions is the biggest punishment.

Guan Gong's holy soul stopped talking again, and hugged his fists again, probably the same "martial artist", everything is silent.

Bai Qijun turned to look at Ling Lang, shook his head and chuckled, "It's still not strong enough." After saying that, it was gone.

Guan Gong Holy Soul also glanced at him, but there was no expression on his face, and he still didn't speak, brushing the two-foot-long hair, and then hid his figure.

Lying on the bed, looking at the top of the tent, Ling Lang suddenly felt that this day, as he saw in front of him, firmly covered the people inside. The indescribable depression looks quite high and far away, but more often than not, it is just the haze in the sky, which makes people feel unspeakably unhappy.

At the beginning, Guan Gong's holy soul chose to cover up and restrain for himself, and even had a conflict with others in Xian Tai Temple, and had to "deliberately" curry favor with the other party. At that time, for Guan Gong's Holy Soul, it must have been unhappy.

Now that the soul of the army is white, and for his own sake, he chooses to be trapped in the land of the soul lotus, and he can't get out for ten years, just for the promise of his life. Otherwise, it is estimated that even if he dies again, he would rather have his soul and body disappear and his Dao seed destroyed, and he will not accept such unhappiness.

Two looks, one sentence, made Ling Lang just make up his mind to practice well, and he was a little shaken.

When he was a child, he felt that Ling Jinrui, who was two years older than him, was tall and strong, and he always bullied himself, which was his most hated and biggest "enemy"; after being a little older, the thirteenth cousin snatched his pair of lark chicks, and he couldn't resist it, and he thought that when he grew up in the future, he would revenge this "revenge"; and even Hou Yingjie, who made him have no courage to call that string of numbers after all, was indescribably disgusting. Later dragon group, then later dragon soul. It doesn't seem to be what I like, but because of the helplessness of reality, I can't resist. Plus the current earth, and the high heavens.

A mountain is still a mountain high, which is to exhort people not to be proud, but to know how to be respectful and humble. This is clearly to tell people that there are people outside the world, and there is a heaven outside the sky, and ordinary people should be willing to be dust?

Ling Lang had no hatred for this world, although he was only a little disappointed in its insincerity, and in order not to get hurt, he simply resisted. This is how he used to perceive and deal with the world, and then as time went on, he slowly changed his point and learned to compromise - try to smile at people. Others have done a good job, and try to praise them with a few kind words. The little things that you can do, if you can help, you can help them.

If you talk about hate, in fact, Ling Lang has hatred for himself, or resentment. The mother would sometimes joke that it was his precious eldest son who was in trouble for her husband's life. He believed in his fate, so even if it wasn't what he wanted to do, he always felt that it was true. How many times had he woken up in a dream, sad. I have to try my best to make up for it and do more, but in the end, it is still tiring and tiring "things". With great guilt, but seeing that she was not capable, her mother was old. The younger siblings are also slowly growing up and independent day by day, and the grandparents' health is getting worse and worse. But even their nagging still feels impatient from time to time.

Is this also true of other people's lives? Although there are certainly more bitter ones, are they also so unpleasant? Even the father, the ancestral ghost, the man who respects the king and is not afraid of the slaughter of heaven and earth, and the martial saint who still dares to break the waves and cut the waves in the midst of the army.

Everything is like a quagmire, and it is not happy.

Ling Lang kept his eyes open, thinking like this until dawn.

When the soul body is cultivated to the four realms, and when you see a lot, you will ask yourself, and it is easiest for the heavens and demons to meet each other, and the six senses will be in the same direction. If you want to go further, you must defeat the Heavenly Demon, but there are so many Daigo empowerments in the world, and the Golden Immortal Buddha cannot kill the Heavenly Demon. So most people can't take this step in their lifetime.

But no matter how awkward it is, how distressed and upset. Life has to go on, and life has to be lived.

In two days, the new semester will begin. Before coming back, Elder Tian asked him if he wanted to continue to go home and become a teacher, or stay in the Dragon Soul, and he chose the former without hesitation. At that time, there was a trace of disappointment on Elder Tian's face, and at this time, he also had a trace of regret in his heart.

The eighth day of the first lunar month is an auspicious day, and the yellow calendar notes: good travel, good sacrifice. In the evening, the eldest sister and the third sister will return to the provincial capital to work. The mother prepared all kinds of offerings of fresh fruits, flesh, gold leaf, clothes and paper early, and took her five children to the old house to worship her ancestors. He also framed a black-and-white photograph of his father and hung it on the wall next to the altar. Three years have passed, but the mother is afraid that she will not be at home, and the children are still young, so they will forget the routine worship, so it is better not to hang it at all.

First facing the ancestral tablet, the five children followed their mother to recite some sacrifices, and then it was a prayer, wishing that it would be smooth and full of gold and jade. Then there is the portrait of my father, but my mother is not allowed to worship it. The eldest sister takes the lead, but it is as simple as blessing the old man with good health, the young man with smooth work and academic progress. I probably feel that my father often says that he is not doing well below, and the children don't want him to bless this and that, it's too tiring.

Ling Lang's wish is actually simpler, he wants fellow relatives to be safe and healthy.

Although he didn't know if the promise of the king of Yama would be fulfilled, whether the ancestors, his father, and the second uncle would be better in the future, and thinking of the wisp of his father's soul on the lotus petal of his soul, he felt that it was the greatest satisfaction to be able to have a peaceful soul and a healthy life.

The life that followed was almost back to the way it was before, teaching, going home, chatting with my mother, picking a few handfuls of old tea leaves, and doing home visits. I really hope that this small mountain town has passed for a hundred years, and it has only been ten days outside.

Ling Lang didn't have to go to the Dragon Group anymore. Yan Group told him that there was nothing left for him to teach him, but if he needed something that the Dragon Group had, such as books, he could call and talk about it. Ling Lang wasn't too surprised. He spent a day wandering around the dragon group that day, and when he finally left, he said to Xu Xudong if he could give him a uniform in the future, a set of spring clothes and a set of winter clothes.

Then when he waved his hand to the car, Commissioner Xu, the "life counselor" with a smile on his face, said loudly: "Yes, I will send it to you personally." ”

Being a teacher actually has a lot of vacation and leisure time, and he doesn't have to report to the Dragon Group, so Ling Lang has more time, but in fact, he is even busier, and he is busy using more time to cultivate his soul body. Bai Qijun's sentence "It's not strong enough" deeply pierced the heart of this young man who was already a young man and pretended to be strong.

You can't turn back time, you can't do it all over again. Then try to look forward as much as possible, and if you do it, it may not be useful, but if you don't do it, you will feel uneasy.

Ling Lang also asked Guan Gong Holy Soul if he could receive all the surrounding mountain spirits into the Soul Mountain, so that the Soul Mountain could be more solid and condensed and improve his cultivation. But Guan Gong's holy soul told him not to, because the powerful mountain spirits and righteous gods were all sealed by heaven and compiled in the case records, which would also be regarded as a provocation. Moreover, the river god and mountain spirit of one side actually suppresses the luck of one party, and how much he collects will directly affect the local area, and there will be more mountain spirits and wild monsters who will come out to harm people. As for collecting those spirits in the barren mountains and mountains that are weaker, although there is no hindrance, it is of little use in the calculation, and I am afraid that the gains will outweigh the losses in the future.

In desperation, Ling Lang could only count the time every day, do what he should do, and hide to do that cultivation homework.

I haven't been to the Dragon Group for about a month. That afternoon, at the door of Ling Lang's classroom, an "uninvited guest" came.

Ling Lang finished some of the textbook content, and asked the students below to review and understand it by themselves, and then he flipped through the lesson plan casually, until he heard someone calling his name outside, and when he looked up, he saw a familiar tall figure.

Kong Qingyan: Why is she here? Is there any mission for the Dragon Group? No, even if he can't make a phone call, it should be the "Rock" driver or Xu Xudong who came to pick him up, could it be that something happened to the Dragon Group?

Wheat-colored skin, not long or short just enough to cover the hair of the ears, ordinary face, that little freckles, it still feels like the first time we met, and it hasn't changed at all.

"Why are you here?" Ling Lang asked very unproductively.

"Why, if you don't go, don't let me come?" the girl asked with a smirk.

The afternoon sun, shining on that smile, is like a sunflower blooming in May.