Kong Qingyan and Ling Lang went to Nanxiang Ancient Town, Qibao Old Street, and several famous places where the magic capital is famous, and they also deliberately walked around the pedestrian street, and after helping Ling Lang pick out a few clothes, they rarely left Chongming Island. This woman who is beautiful knows very well what Ling Lang is going to do, but she wisely chooses not to be a drag on him as much as possible, but to spend more time and work hard to improve herself.

Everyone wants a peaceful and stable life, but if you can't ask for it, then accept it calmly and still be willing to eat it.

Several days passed, Ling Lang was like an ascetic during the day, measuring the prosperous and ancient city of the Demon Capital with a pair of feet, and at night he used his soul body to control the dragon and travel to the dragon, like a patrol and guardian, inspecting the radius of Chongming Island, occasionally alarming some mountain god land, Ling Lang just smiled slightly and waved his hand.

In the afternoon of this day, the weather was very hot, Ling Lang came to Sheshan, planning to see the Xixin Spring and the cliff carvings on it, which were shaded by green trees and cool and pleasant. Walking on the mountain path, there are few tourists around. It's rare to enjoy this solitary leisure time. Suddenly, I was shocked, and when I looked up, I saw a weasel in the grass in front of me, with a lotus leaf on top of its head, and its front paws erect, standing on the side of the road like a human.

The mountains and fields have seen a lot, Ling Lang naturally knows what this is, and he dares to be "Wong Tai Sin" to ask for the seal.

The spirit is transformed into a form, and what is most lacking is luck. Lingshan beautiful water strange wood, often poets compose poems and engrave words to preach, fame, naturally form a reputation, or get sacrifices, heaven and earth perception, or get feng shui treasure nourishment, it is relatively easy to condense into a spirit. And because the animals are the most controlled, the blessed land of the cave is basically divided up by the power, running for food every day, there is nowhere to live, but cultivation is the most difficult.

Therefore, snakes, foxes, hedgehogs, weasels and other spiritual creatures will run out to ask for titles after a certain number of years, to put it bluntly, they will ask for ideas and get luck. Of course, they are also divided into people, basically looking for some supernatural physiques, or good people, such as matchmakers, road and bridge builders or children who are not stained with dirt, of course, if it is some blessed power, it is the best, but then you have to consider whether you will be directly detained and used as a forbidden plaything in the hands of others.

The weasel looked at Ling Lang for a while, and wanted to open his mouth several times, but then seemed hesitant. People in the world say that when they encounter something blocking the way to ask for closure, it is very evil, who meets who is unlucky, especially weasels, extremely resentful, and vindictive, if you accidentally offend them, it will definitely make people's chickens and dogs restless.

In fact, on the other hand, it is even more prudent for spiritual creatures to "ask for seals" from passers-by, saying: "Do you think I look like a human?" or "What do you think I look like?" is equivalent to handing over one's future path of cultivation to the other party. If you say that it resembles a human, its path will be improved, and its transformation will be hopeful, but if you say that it is not like it, or if you curse it, it will be wasted, and it will be cultivated for hundreds or even hundreds of years. And how can you not be resentful?

And this creature can't be said casually, the title of the seal is even more particular, it depends on whether you can afford it, and whether the other party can afford it, otherwise the spiritual thing will also be scattered and practiced, and the person who is titled will also suffer from disaster. Therefore, ordinary people don't want to encounter such a bad thing.

Ling Lang was no longer a fledgling new bird, although he didn't know why the little thing in front of him was staring at him, but seeing the nondescript lotus leaf on the top of the weasel's head, he thought it was quite interesting, so he took the initiative to ask, "What do you want to ask?" ”

That weasel is also a wise root, seeing Ling Lang so calm, he immediately thought that the other party should be an understanding person, originally just wanted to ask: "What do you think I look like?" After thinking about it, he simply made a ruthless heart, one of the two human words that took a hundred years to cultivate: "What do you think I look like?" blurted out.

"Haha, I look at you, but you don't look like a person, but like the god of Sheshan. Sealed. The first half of Ling Lang's sentence frightened the "Wong Tai Sin", and he thought that he was not a person, and he suffered today's catastrophe. And the last half of the sentence was so frightened that it almost jumped up, daring to directly step over the human form and become a god, and it was a god, is it child's play?

As soon as Ling Lang said a word, a trace of ethereal green smoke flew out of his body, curling around the body of the "Wong Tai Sin", and then submerged into its body. Suddenly, there was a gust of yin wind blowing in the mountain road, and then the vitality was boiling and rolling, and the surrounding trees and flowers were gently swaying and bowing their heads, and there were a few phantoms in the distance, bowing their hands to each other in the distance.

Although it is not as good as the emperor Zen sealing the mountains and mountains, but the power of the five realms and sealing a small Sheshan can still be done. And that night, Honda Tadashi blew up his soul body, Ling Lang's lotus platform still contained a part of his power, and it happened to be in a full state again, and the remaining trace simply "borrowed flowers to offer Buddha", and achieved today's little thing that is fateful.

That "Wong Tai Sin" only knew that he had met a noble person at this time, and he was overjoyed, and as soon as the faint white smoke passed, he turned into a little old man wearing a small shirt and a small hat, and couldn't stop bowing to Ling Lang.

"Haha, you don't need to say much, let's go and practice steadily by yourself first, I still have to walk around. After doing something that only exists in legends and allusions, Ling Lang was also a little proud, his mood was much better, and he didn't want to listen to the compliments, so he waved his hand to let the "Wong Tai Sin" leave. The "Wong Tai Sin" also knew that the top priority was to find a quiet place to stabilize his share of the good fortune, so he bowed his hand again, and then turned back into the body of a beast and walked away in the grass.

In addition, for a period of time, he didn't encounter anything special, so Ling Lang also went to find the Demon Dragon Group to inquire about the situation, but he couldn't get any useful information. I went to Dragon Soul according to the address again, and happened to meet Mr. Lin, who told him that since the vision happened on Chongming Island that night, several foreign forces have become much quieter, and there has been no abnormal information from various sects.

There was no other way, Ling Lang had no choice but to continue to walk in the corners of the Demon Capital, and the time spent in the Demon Capital was increasing, he was determined to be a "Holy", so he didn't even care about the old city god temple, and it was rare to take the initiative to patronize it.

Although he was a little helpless, Ling Lang was not very anxious, it was best to be fine, he could be stable, why bother? If he met that black-clothed ninja, it would be best to solve it, otherwise he would definitely prefer to stay on Chongming Island, watching the birds in the morning and bathing in the sunset in the evening, instead of running every day to breathe the exhaust fumes of the cars all over the city.

Unconsciously came to the Bund again, Ling Lang planned to take a rest first, he felt that these days, like looking for a needle in a haystack, there was no landing, and the effect was far inferior to his "black body" - trouble automatically came to the door.

Leaning on the embankment by the river, looking at the Huangpu River, Ling Lang was thinking about something inconsequential, when suddenly a familiar voice came from beside him: "Ling Lang, is it really you?"

Ling Lang turned his head, and what greeted his eyelids were two still familiar faces - the round face was red, no longer with pigtails, a short pear blossom hair, and a light pale yellow, which looked clean and neat, but his expression did not look very happy.

Next to Gao Hong, there was Peng Xueqing, who was tall, beautiful and elegant, looking at herself with a smile, with the same long hair and white dress, but she didn't carry a drawing board anymore, and the two signature dimples seemed to still make people want to get drunk at a glance. It was she who recognized Ling Lang at a glance just now and asked loudly.

It's been a few years since I saw each other, and even the message call is limited to the three of them who greet each other on a holiday basis, and at first glance, it's still a little exciting.

After the old classmates said goodbye, Ling Lang learned that Gao Hong actually became an editor in a magazine in the magic capital, and after Peng Xueqing graduated from Wuhan University, he went to the Hangcheng Academy of Fine Arts to study, this Ling Lang knew a little.

When asked about Ling Lang's situation, Ling Lang remembered the letter of appointment given to him by the Long Group, so he said that he had come to the magic capital to exchange and study, and Gao Hong and Peng Xueqing also knew about him as a teacher, so they didn't ask too much.

During the conversation, Ling Lang felt that Peng Xueqing was far more cheerful than before, and occasionally made small jokes or something. She said that she came to the magic capital this time purely to accompany Gao Hong, and Gao Hong has not been in a good mood recently because of work and emotional matters, so she only thought about coming to the Bund today to take a walk and relax.

Unsatisfactory work, this is an inevitable situation for most people, and this kind of thing, others can probably only comfort a few words that are not nutritious. As for the feelings, Ling Lang couldn't interject anymore, but he couldn't help but think of Hou Yingjie.