Repairing the soul mountain and polishing the physical body, in addition to the surrounding vitality and aura surging over like a tide, it is more of Ling Lang's own will, which attracts the unnamed mystical induction in the Heavenly Dao, and directly builds a bridge between heaven and earth to provide infusion, otherwise such a crazy absorption act, and no spirit gathering array, I am afraid that the life essence of the surrounding miles will have to be emptied.

Cultivation and cultivation are all about stealing vitality, cultivating supernatural powers, and taking a transcendent path, and then vainly seeking the other side, proving that the mixed element is immortal. Cultivators, to put it bluntly, are just a group of "thieves" between heaven and earth.

Of course, there is also a way for "thieves", in the eyes of heaven, there is no difference between good and evil, in the rules, conforming to nature is good, and creating chaos is evil. The way of heaven binds all worlds with saints, and saints monitor heaven and earth with great power, and if you have appropriate contributions, you will be given the rewards you deserve. Natural selection, behind the four words, there are countless battles and cruelty and blood. But the judgment of the Heavenly Dao has never been the kind of moral high ground in people's eyes. The worldly "good and evil" are forcibly distinguished by man, and the moral theory is also for self-discipline, in order to settle disputes, so as not to bring about self-destruction. The anger of man and God is often nothing more than the wishful thinking of the world.

Guan Gong did not deliberately cover up all this encountered tonight, so it caused such a strong abnormal quiet, which naturally attracted the attention of many relevant people, and there were already some unknown breaths peeking around from a distance, seeing that they did not intend to approach, Guan Gong did not pay attention to it.

After the soul body was almost recovered, Ling Lang did not further continue to focus on tempering the physical body, and Kong Qingyan was still lying on the ground.

After receiving the soul mountain and the soul body returning, Ling Lang carried Kong Qingyan back to the house, and after placing it, he walked outside the small building again, just now, he had already felt a wisp of goodwill coming from the thought, and guessed that it might be someone from the dragon soul's side. Although I don't know what happened in the middle of Kong Qingyan's return to Chongming Island, with the help of the dragon soul, this should not be wrong. Therefore, in public and private, you have to see each other.

After a while, Mr. Lin, who looked ordinary, more like a kind businessman, walked over and took the initiative to nod to Ling Lang first. Although he couldn't completely see through Ling Lang's specific cultivation, all kinds of visions, with Mr. Lin's eyes, could also guess that the other party might not be under him.

Out of the desire to protect, I don't want Ling Lang to become the first bird, although the dragon group tried their best to help hide it, and even created a fake resume, but the opponent's dragon soul with eyes to the sky can still understand seven or eight points, and there are people who are fueling the troubles.

In the past, if you were only a genius of the Four Realms, no matter how amazing you were, you would only have to exclaim a few times, and in the eyes of some of the core high-level leaders of the Dragon Soul, there was no need to pay too much attention to it. After all, Ling Lang can be said to have no background, and the background of the clan is almost a blank. Without the protection of our ancestors and the support of our clans, we may fall at any time and lose sight of everyone.

But once you step into the five realms accessible to heaven and man, it will be very different. Even if the physical body can't escape the collapse and decay in the end, the soul body can already get rid of the ranks of the yin souls, but it is no longer under the control of heaven and earth, and it is free to be the scattered immortal, at ease, and live with heaven and earth. Such a character, maybe after a hundred years, when the closest relatives go and the old man is red, he will often begin to pursue the immortal detachment, and it is precisely because of the lack of blood and family ties that he has lost many scruples and is unrestrained, and no one wants to provoke easily. Otherwise, if you are in a hurry, he will fight for your life, and he can make a noble family decline or even disappear in minutes.

You must know that as strong as a dragon's soul, not all powerful birds.

Mr. Lin introduced his identity and origin, and also explained some things about the two Dragon Soul members who rushed to help. Ling Lang thanked him, a little gloomy, just to protect his two so-called "Tianjiao", he had to pay the price of one death and one disability, which was too heavy for him, although in the other party's concept, he might think that this was the way it should be, but Ling Lang would not take it for granted. No one's life is worthless, although standing on the side of the beneficiary, it is inevitable to be hypocritical to think like this.

The exchange is not deep, and Ling Lang does not have many words. Mr. Lin also roughly told Ling Lang about some of the things he had explained to Liu Hui before, and then called two members of the Dragon Soul, picked up his colleagues on the ground, and wanted to leave.

After the two of them walked away, Ling Lang suddenly asked out loud, "Mr. Lin, the mission that the Dragon Group said is probably to kill each other like tonight, right?"

Mr. Lin didn't look back, only nodded and said, "Yes." Then he disappeared into the darkness that had not yet dawned.

There is no specific task, the crisis is around, and this is a game of chess that even the city dragon group has no way of knowing. Specifying to participate by himself may be someone with ulterior intentions, and it is not Ling Lang's wish, but the price paid by the dragon soul tonight let Ling Lang know that people have to choose a position after all. And often, there is no way back.

The human being, even the spirit body, is divided into three parts: the id, the ego, and the superego. The ego is instinct and desire, i.e., the "pleasure principle", the ego is the constraint and repression, i.e., the "reality principle", and the superego directs the ego, restricts the id, and follows the "ideal principle".

The saint seeks a balance between the three "I's", or no self. In fact, most of the sages pursue the ego and the superego, and what the world presents in life is the ego and part of the superego. If the self is not restricted, there will be disputes, and the slaughter of the city by Rizhao State at the beginning is the embodiment of the extreme expansion of the self collective. In the eyes of the Chinese people, it is naturally a hatred that is not shared with the sky, but in the eyes of the Rizhao people, it is worshiped as a heroic deed.

Ling Lang rarely thinks about these problems of "small self" and "big self". But he now knows that when he appeared in the Big Buddha Ancient Temple and Yunshan Wanglongju that day, he had already set his position and had been named a "rising star" in China. For this, Ling Lang had no way to deny it, and he didn't plan to run away, because after all, he really had the blood of the Chinese nation in his body.

Ling Lang thought of Tian Moran again, this centenarian, with no descendants and estranged relatives, but he did not blindly pursue transcendent things, he said that he was unwilling and couldn't let go, and he once gave him a great touch. In addition, these people like Dragon Soul are willing to die and give up their lives for the faith in their hearts and the so-called national "hope", and there are many of them, and they will never be lacking. Although they still can't understand what kind of sentiment makes them so persistent and go forward one after another, it is just like the blood left by the martyrs on Zhongshan Mountain, which does not hinder their admiration.

After a night of running around, Ling Lang had not fully recovered from the trauma he suffered, but he did not let go of his thoughts and ran back to the house to rest. Standing outside the small building, motionless, looking at the first line of light in the sky, jumping out of the horizon, and then, shining on the earth.

Some people work at sunrise, and after sunset, there are likewise all things awake. It seems to be a law, but it seems to be just helpless.

Kong Qingyan had already woken up, and she kept looking at Ling Lang's back through the window, but she didn't come out to disturb him. It was not the first time she had encountered the separation of life and death, although she could not let go of it like brushing away a speck of dust on her clothes, but it was actually much stronger than Ling Lang's ability to bear it, and of course she could understand the chaos and complexity in his heart at this time.

"Let's go back, I cooked breakfast. Waiting for the sunlight to become dazzling, Kong Qingyan walked over from behind, hugged Ling Lang gently, put her face on his back, and said softly.

Ling Lang held her hand, turned around, and said with a smile, "Okay." It just so happened that I was hungry too. ”

It's just a joke. Thinking too much is not necessarily transparent, and it will also be terrifying. Then simply stop thinking about it, if you can cherish the good days, of course, you have to live them well.

Breakfast is just a pot of white porridge, two slices of baked bread, a plate of radish dried beans, and a plate of rape, not to mention how rich and exquisite, but with the people you love around, there is a lot of fun, salted fish and cabbage can also be called delicious.

"Swallow, from today onwards, I may often go around the Demon Metropolis City. If you want to have a place you want to go, I will accompany you, if you feel tired, or feel that there is nothing you want to go, I will let Wu Anjun or Zhang Huanhou stay. If there is anything you don't understand in your practice, you can ask them more. Halfway through breakfast, Ling Lang put down the dishes and chopsticks, looked at Kong Qingyan, and said such a decision.

Kong Qingyan raised her head, looked at him with a smile, nodded and replied, "Okay." "A face that is not outstanding, perhaps because of happiness and satisfaction, the wheat-colored face has increased a little bit of complexion, and it really has a more fox flavor.