The policy of rebuilding the castle has been promulgated, and it will be proved by time. Of course, in recent months, Ling Zihuan may not be able to leave Jiling City for half a step. With his cultivation, he may be able to suppress those restless civilians and civil servants, but once he leaves Jiling City, what he has done now may be in vain. Even if you want to leave, you can't rush to the moment.

Early in the morning, Ling Zihuan went to Yuan Peng's room, it was the red sun rising, and seeing that the dead fat man was still sleeping, he didn't think much about it, and directly lifted the quilt and woke him up.

As a monk and martial artist, he knows that the plan of the day lies in the morning, and the best time to practice is early in the morning, but this thing is still sleeping soundly, thinking about it, it should be the recent days to treat the wounded who came out of the underground prison, and his body is a little tired, but just now, he suddenly remembered something, and wanted to ask the fat man for help.

"Why ......?"

The fat man curled up lazily, opened his hazy sleepy eyes, glanced at Ling Zihuan indignantly, and buried his head in the sheets.

"Come on, I want you to do something. ”

The fat man sat up helplessly, and glanced at Ling Zihuan, he had used medical techniques frequently in the past few days, and his true qi was a little depleted, and he didn't even give him a good night's sleep, he was really aggrieved and indignant in his heart.

"What's the matter?" the fat man muttered, his voice so low that he didn't even seem to have the strength to speak.

Ling Zihuan first saw the fat man's sleeping appearance, and at this moment, looking at this aggrieved and helpless face, he felt that it was really cute and a little funny, and he couldn't help but have some smiles on his face.

He smiled and said, "Recently, I have been busy rebuilding Jiling Castle, and I forgot about something. You should also remember that in the old city lord's dying entrustment, he said that I should take good care of his daughter, Mo Xiaoqian. Now that there is no demonic spirit left in the city, it is time for her to come back. ”

"You're not going to let me pick her up, are you?"

"I really can't leave, and in Jiling City, you are the only monk besides me, I'm afraid that something will go wrong on the way, I want you to take fifty sergeants to go, and Yiwenchen will follow, what do you think?"

"Don't go!" the fat man's attitude was decisive.

Ling Zihuan looked at the fat man and said, "This is a good errand, I heard that Mo Xiaoqian was born beautiful, seeing that you are handsome and chic, and greet you in person, maybe it will be love at first sight for you!"

As soon as Ling Zihuan finished speaking, the fat man's heart moved, and he put on his clothes and shoes in three or two clicks, the gloom on his face suddenly dissipated, and he said with a smile: "I don't need those fifty sergeants, and I don't need any Wenchen, I can go to Wulong Town alone." ”

"But Wulong Town is not far from the East China Sea, I'm afraid of ......"

"It's okay, you're still not worried about me, are you?"

"Okay, you haven't seen Mo Xiaoqian, let's take a minister. I remember that the old city lord said that she was in a floating inn in Oolong Town, twenty miles east of the city......"

"Well, I wrote it down!" said the fat man, and walked out of the room.

......

There was nothing to do in the early morning, Ling Zihuan found a secluded place where no one was around, and wanted to breathe in his true anger a little.

He used the True Qi Running Method to run several large and small Zhoutian, exhaling the True Qi into the dantian, and inhaling the True Qi into the brain along the Du Mai. The breath is dense and dense, and if there is no breath, the breathing behaves more naturally.

Immediately afterwards, his whole body was full of clear energy, and the red light on his face faintly appeared, it was the spirit of pure and halal qi that rushed into his mind, stimulating the nerves, making his spirit invigorated and his mind quick.

After that, he ran the "Thousand Birds" method several times to strengthen his memory. When he was running Chidori, his limbs glowed with silver, and although there was no thunder or lightning, the sound of electricity could be faintly heard.

Ling Zihuan observed the direction of the true breath in his body, and did not let go of any subtle changes. The flow of true breath, the meridians that slowly flow throughout the body, are by no means like ordinary rivers and streams, which can be seen and touched.

If you dissect the monk's body, you will not find the essence of the true breath in his body, but the operation of the true qi is indeed there.

The flow of true breath is actually the change induction of the "qi machine", that is, the "celestial and human induction" that the human body and the vitality of heaven and earth are carried out all the time, and this subtle feeling, interspersed between the meridians and flesh of the human body, is endless, endless, resulting in the induction of "flow".

And a monk of great wisdom must not be deceived by this superficial phenomenon, but should look through this complex appearance to see the subtleties in it.

Now, Ling Zihuan has refined his body sevenfold, and his cultivation of the "Nine Heavens Thunder Mantra" has reached the ultimate realm "Thousand Birds", and all he senses in his body is the lively and flowing true breath, but his heart can never calm down, and after cultivating for a while, he begins to think crankily, and sometimes an inexplicable smile escapes from the corner of his mouth.

He was cunning and thoughtful, and that was not a problem. However, during the cultivation process, the most taboo is to be distracted, he has many eyes and eyes, and there are many distractions, so his mind is scattered, and he can't be condensed as one, how can he feel that in the vast world, that point seems to be clear and not clear, and there seems to be a mystery that there is?

This situation rarely happened before, and even if it did, it would be easy to spend more time, but in recent days, he has been a little delusional and distraught.

Just now, when Ling Zihuan's concept changed and his mood changed, there was such a "spirit seed", or it could be said to be a "demon seed", just like that, from the endless void, he was sensed by the spirit and poured directly into the young man's spiritual aura!

Is it evil, he can't tell it, he just feels that his heart moves, and all kinds of emotions surge, and then the corners of his mouth pull, a little self-deprecating, what if it is evil?

There are some things he has to do, and the road under his feet is where he begins!

While thinking about it, he felt the changes in his body's true breath, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He suddenly found that after cultivating his body refining to the realm of sevenfold bravery, the condensation qi seemed to be more handy, and the control method was much faster than before. It seems that the Body Refining Realm and the Qi Condensation Realm are closely inseparable!

The flesh is tempered to a certain extent, the muscles and flesh are tight, the bones are thick, and the meridians are relaxed, which is more conducive to the cultivation of the Qi Condensation Realm.

It's just that the change in mentality makes him feel that something is not quite right!

Is something about to happen?

Still is?

......

In fact, although it was only a few days since he took over as the city lord of Jiling City, Ling Zihuan's mentality has already changed considerably......

Even he felt it!

Yes, in Xuanqing Sect, he Ling Zihuan is just a mediocre disciple, even if his mother is the great benefactor of Xuanqing Sect, the heroine of the human race, the saint daughter of the spirit clan, and his father is the most authoritative elder in the sect back then, Wu Ye!

However, compared with an excellent disciple with extraordinary talents like Qiu Qinhan in the sect, the difference is not just a star and a half, and it is normal to be looked down upon by people and called by the elders. During those four years, it was not very difficult to have Master and his brothers by my side.

Looking back now, I feel that those days can only hone people's will, and they can't go on for a long time!

Because, from the moment he left Xuanqing Sect, he wanted to really be a strong man who was not afraid of heaven and earth!

With the succession of the power of this city, in the entire Jiling City, he is still a monk of the Xuanqing Sect, but in the eyes of the commoners and ministers, he has a hope of being guarded by ten thousand people.

Therefore, the burden on him is getting heavier and heavier!

He doesn't want to be a mortal, he doesn't want to be an ant in the eyes of others, he wants to step on the top of this heaven and earth, like Yuxizi, like his mother Moli, or even like Jiuying, it doesn't matter!

He only needs such a height!

Therefore, he must work hard! He must become stronger! He must become extremely strong! He must try all the means that make him stronger, and he has this condition and this belief!

Sooner or later, one day, he will be like those monks who are truly free to walk in the sky, above the void, looking down on the rest of his life, all within the palm of his fingers!

This is him, Ling Zihuan, a monk with a strange background, naked desires and rhapsodies.

Fortunately, he is the kind of person who can work hard and struggle step by step for this kind of desire and rhapsody.

Let's start now!

From the moment he took over the power of Jiling Castle!

A few people are jealous and dissatisfied with him, and more people and ministers are like stars holding the moon to him, and countless people want to live with his snort.

He knew that up and down the court, there were endless poisonous schemes, and today's friends would become enemies of life and death tomorrow. However, he didn't care, he had absolute self-confidence - in Jiling City, from the ministers of internal strength to the people in the city, no one could threaten him.

It feels so good to look down on it!

It doesn't really matter whether you maintain your majesty or not with the guarantee of absolute strength, but if you are using it to win the awe or fear of others, why not?

Unconsciously, there was a subtle change in his attitude towards others. Especially at the moment of the reconstruction of Jiling Castle, it is also necessary to maintain appropriate reserve and reasonable indifference.

Thinking about it, he stood up, walked around a corner, and overlooked the moat from a high place, and had not noticed anything before, but when he saw it today, he felt that the river was surging and quite magnificent.

When he looked away, he saw a small beggar begging for food by the side of the street, and an old beggar beside him, who was sleeping in a ragged corner, dying, and did not know if he was dead.

Although the grain in the city treasury was distributed according to a fixed pattern, there were still starvation and fell to the ground, either because their grain was taken away by the strong or by officials for personal gain.

In the past, he lamented the shortness and mediocrity of the lives of ordinary people, like ants, but now he is condescending, looking from a distance, just what he thought at the time, if he stretches out his hand now, five fingers together, he can probably put these crowd buildings into his palm!

Do those monks who are at ease and flying in the sky think the same way when they look down on all living beings in the world under the long blue sky?

Looking at the nine-o'clock smoke in Shenzhou, a cup of seawater is poured!

Only those who are high in the blue sky and brave the wind can have such feelings!

Inadvertently, the heroic feelings in his chest were almost overflowing. He was a good little monk, but he also longed for immortality and eternal life!

He can fly in the air with a sword, thousands of miles in an instant, he can also eat and drink dew, and he can not eat fireworks, and he can also raise his palms suspiciously repeatedly, turning the sea and moving mountains!

When a man looks at an ant, it is nothing but an inferior thing, but how can a monk look at a man like this?

Let the well frog imagine the vastness of the sea, or call it rhapsody, and let the giant kun think about the life of the well frog, how is it not absurd?

Ridiculous, ridiculous!

In a trance, the hint of mocking smile on his lips became extremely clear. Maybe even he didn't notice it, but this smile was so similar to the Demon King Nine Infants!

The moat, like a river, gradually lowered in this laughter, and finally became silent.

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