Sure enough, Wu Changkong took him into the Tiandou Cemetery, and the greenery he saw from outside the wall earlier was all inside the cemetery. The big trees are neatly arranged, and between the trees, there are tombstones.

The dancing leader's blank clothes are fluttering, and when he walks here, his whole person seems to be like a ghost.

It was the first time for Tang Wulin to come to this kind of place, and he looked around from time to time, there were very few people in the cemetery, and he could only occasionally see people worshipping.

Wu Changkong seemed to have entered another state, and led him to a tombstone in the innermost part of the cemetery before stopping.

The tombstone is tall, with only a few simple words on it, Tomb of Dragon Ice.

Long Bing: Who is this? It looks like a woman's name.

"Wait for me for a moment. Wu Changkong turned his head to Tang Wulin and said, his voice was no longer cold, only gentle.

"Yes. Tang Wulin stood aside.

The dancer had an extra white cloth in his empty hand, then walked over to the tombstone and began to wipe it carefully, his movements were very gentle, as if he were touching something very dear.

The tombstone was not dirty, only a layer of floating soil, and under his cleaning, it soon became as white as jade. Tang Wulin noticed that the tombstone itself was whiter than other tombstones, wiping off the floating soil, faintly fluorescent.

Wu Changkong's eyes were always very gentle, and even the previous melancholy and sadness disappeared. At the corners of his mouth, there was even a faint smile that Tang Wulin had never seen.

He didn't speak, just wiped it quietly, and the whole person seemed to enter a strange state.

Tang Wulin wanted to go up to help, but he didn't know why, he just didn't dare to step forward, for fear of disturbing Wu Changkong's state, he felt a little depressed in his heart, and even had a feeling of being out of breath.

A tombstone. It took an hour for the dancer to wipe empty. After wiping it, he returned to the tombstone, looking at it with a gentle smile on his face. The smile like a spring breeze makes the surroundings seem to become warm.

"You like white. So I wore white. ”

"You say you like to see me laugh, then my smile blooms just for you. ”

"Bing'er, in another world, are you okay?"

Wu Changkong said softly, his hand gently stroked the word Long Bing on the tombstone, there were no tears, only a smile.

By the time I left the cemetery, it was already evening.

The dancing sky was cold again. Tang Wulin didn't dare to ask, just followed the dance teacher. That Long Bing should be the dance teacher's relative, right? Or is it the kind of lover that Xie Mi said?

Wu Changkong didn't explain a word to him, but just took him back to Heaven Dou City.

The lights in Heaven Dou City are brilliant, the bustling flow of people is passing through the streets, and all kinds of shops have already opened on the streets and alleys. We buy, sell, and trade a variety of items.

Wu Changkong seems to have returned to normal, but in Tang Wulin's heart. The image of the dance teacher has changed slightly.

Teacher Dance isn't a completely cold person! he said, his smile was only for that person.

"What do you want to eat at night?" Wu Changkong turned his head to Tang Wulin and asked.

"I'm okay with anything!" replied Tang Wulin.

Wu Changkong said: "Then let's go eat noodles." Particularly delicious noodles. ”

It's rare to see him describe a food. Tang Wulin couldn't help but be a little curious.

It is indeed a very delicious noodle, and when Tang Wulin ate the tenth bowl, it was already the tenth time he praised it. The noodles are gluten, the soup is delicious, and it looks very simple with meatballs and vegetables. But it's delicious.

Wu Changkong only ate one bowl by himself, and he ate the noodles one by one. To Tang Wulin's surprise, in his eyes, he saw gentleness again. Although there is no smile, it is handsome with dancing in the sky. His gentle eyes seemed to melt all the women who came in and out of this small noodle shop.

Even from time to time, someone came over and wanted to strike up a conversation.

Wu Changkong's answer was very simple, he just looked at Tang Wulin opposite, and said lightly: "This is my son." ”

Son, son......

Actually, Tang Wulin and Wu Changkong don't look alike, Tang Wulin's eyes are very big, blazing, no matter how you look at it, she is a super handsome little Zhengtai. And Wu Changkong's eyes are relatively narrow, handsome, and his temperament is cold.

However, just like a group of beauties have a sense of similarity at a glance, when they just glance at it, no one really questions the relationship between their "father and son".

Son, Tang Wulin didn't object, but just looked at Wu Changkong's eyes and changed. He could feel that today's dance teacher was completely different from the cold on weekdays.

After practicing with Wu Changkong for half a year, he found more and more that the dance teacher was not as cold as he showed in his heart, on the contrary, under his cold appearance, there seemed to be very strong emotions.

When I went to the cemetery with him today, at first, Tang Wulin was still a little scared, but after watching Wu Changkong's various actions, he only had sympathy in his heart.

He must have lost his most important person.

In this way, there is a strange scene in the noodle shop, a young man with empty bowls in front of him, and a young man with only one bowl of noodles in front of him, and he eats them one by one, as if he is savoring the most delicious food in the world.

It's a strange combination that easily catches the eye.

"Let's go. Eating a bowl of noodles, Wu Changkong took Tang Wulin back to the hotel.

"Meditate, I'll wake up early tomorrow morning. Wu Changkong washed up briefly, then sat down on his bed and began to meditate.

Tang Wulin walked lightly to the window, looking out through the window, it was getting late, but Tiandou City was still brightly lit, this city gave Tang Wulin a very good feeling, unlike Donghai City, which is full of high-rise buildings, it is full of historical precipitation, and it has a strong human touch.

Tang Wulin is still young, of course he doesn't understand, this is the feeling caused by the human environment, and it is the feeling brought to him by historical precipitation.

The sky outside had just turned from dark to dark blue, and Tang Wulin was awakened from meditation by Wu Changkong.

The obvious effect of Xuantian Gong was indeed much stronger than the original, and Tang Wulin clearly felt that his soul power had been significantly improved. After the previous deep meditation, his whole person seemed to become a little different. It was a feeling of harmony, as if the power and soul power were fused together, and the abruptness brought by the original bloodline disappeared.

Tang Wulin faintly felt that although his strength had not increased significantly, his body's endurance should be stronger.

"Come!" Wu Changkong pushed open the window and beckoned to Tang Wulin.

Tang Wulin hurriedly walked to his side, Wu Changkong grabbed his arm, Tang Wulin only felt a gust of breeze blowing on his face, and the next moment, they had already come to the roof of the hotel.

Wu Changkong stood behind Tang Wulin, his hands around his head, the tail fingers of both hands on his chin, his thumb on his temple, and the other three pairs of fingers on the acupuncture points on his face.

"Feel the soul power I drive, and I'll take you to start cultivating the Purple Pole Demon Pupil later. Breathe in the Xuantian Gong way and look to the east. Every morning, before the sun rises, there will be a touch of fish belly white in the east in the distance, and when it appears, it will be accompanied by a trace of purple qi. Do you understand?"

"Understood. "There is no problem with Tang Wulin's comprehension.

The soft and somewhat cool soul power slowly poured into Tang Wulin's facial acupuncture points from Wu Changkong's fingers, and Tang Wulin suddenly felt that his entire face had a refreshing feeling, as if it had been washed with a pool of clear spring, which was indescribably comfortable. Especially his eyes, under these cool air currents, he clearly felt that his eyesight increased, and everything in the distance became clear.

He silently remembered the direction in which the Dancing Chief's Empty Soul Power was running on his cheeks.

"Gather your own soul power and follow my guidance. Xuantian Gong's breathing remained unchanged. Wu Changkong reminded.

Tang Wulin hurriedly did as he was told.

Driven by Wu Changkong, the entry became very familiar, and soon, Tang Wulin himself could already control his soul power to operate in the manner of the Purple Pole Demon Pupil.

At this moment, in the distance, a touch of fish belly white quietly emerged, and at the same time, the purple meaning that Tang Wulin had never noticed before flashed away.

Suddenly, he felt that purple intent seemed to magnify in his eyes, and then, a warm feeling filled his eyes. Tears flowed subconsciously, but they did not drip, but rotated around the eye circles under the drive of soul power, infiltrating the eyes, indescribably comfortable, that little bit of warmth, was also inhaled into the eyes, and integrated into the small acupuncture points around the eyes. (To be continued.) )