…… Ling Shouyi, did he also foresee that he was about to stand on the opposite side of him?

In view of the embarrassing and cold situation between her and Ling Shouyi just now, Xia Lianyi wisely did not touch Ling Shouyi's moldy head again, and returned to the room alone to confine him down.

Lang Huan has him to take care of her, and she is very relieved.

And Ling Shouyi didn't take the initiative to appear in front of her again for some reason.

She meditates in the house in her free time, like a temporary high school junior, facing the upcoming civil strife in Xianmen, she can learn a little more.

When it was Dabi's turn for her, Xia Forsythia went to participate in Dabi.

In this way, the chances of meeting Ling Shouyi are almost a handful.

There are not many Huadan monks, and I don't know if it's because she has a sense of crisis during this time, the small universe is booming and burning, and after another round of competition, she has successfully ranked among the top ten as originally planned.

But by the eighth, she had no chance of moving one place.

There's no way, this is purely a gap in strength, even if she fights to death these days, it's useless.

Just like Lu Yongnian and Ling Shouyi.

The gap is so stark, non-human and non-volitional changeable, so desperate.

What's more, after entering the top ten finals, only she and Bai Ji'an were two loose cultivators, and the rest were all children of the family, and they were far better than the two of them with various magic weapons.

Among them, the vast majority of them also have the sword pills refined for them by the division commander.

The sword pill is faster, comes and goes freely, and is also sharper and stronger than the air sword, and it is placed in the ancestral aperture on weekdays to be warmed, and it is polished day by day with the nature of the true spirit of Yuanming, and as the days go by, it can also change various forms.

She didn't have a sword pill by her side, so she naturally lagged behind others a lot.

Losing to others, being unwilling is indeed a bit unwilling, but in the original book, this was originally Bai Ji'an's highlight, related to his recognition of Danyang Sect, Xia Forsythia was a little entangled, and soon let go of this matter and concentrated on refining his sword pill.

Her goal is in the civil war in the Xianmen, and she has never won the championship in the sect, so she must not mistake the focus because of the gains and losses of the victory.

Yes, because of her place in the top ten of Dabi, she successfully obtained Chonghua Yusha and a bunch of other magic weapons as a consolation prize, and was finally able to start refining her own sword pills.

As for the blood of Kaifeng, she didn't have a clue for a long time, so she could only wait for the sword pill to be formed before making another plan.

Chapter 94

The sword pill sacrifice is not trivial, and the disciples of the family often have the master to perform the sacrifice on their behalf, or to support them on the side.

Xia Lianqiao considered her own situation, she was a casual cultivator, and this path was obviously impassable, so she could only turn to her peers for help.

Lang Huan was seriously injured and unconscious, and Lao Bai shouldered the heavy responsibility of winning the championship......

Ling Shouyi was undoubtedly the most suitable candidate, he was a sword cultivator, and he had a sword pill earlier than his peers.

Given some inexplicable reason......

She was also very hesitant and heavy in her heart, and she didn't really want to disturb him. Maybe a few days apart would be good for both her and Ling Shouyi.

After thinking about it, Xia Lianqiao could only find Jiang Yuyu to help.

Jiang Yuyu's realm of the Ming Dao realm was eliminated faster than her, and now she is idly picking her feet. Hearing her ask for help, she immediately agreed without thinking, and even called a group of fellow brothers and sisters to help.

This matter, Xia Lianqiao did not alarm Bai Ling and the others, and it was all carried out silently without the knowledge of the two, but they were afraid that the two would be distracted after they knew about it.

The rain was pouring down.

For several days, the light rain in Yunfu Mountain continued, looking from afar, the green mountains of Cuidai were like melting between the sky and water, the water was pervasive, the water was far away, and the mountains were empty.

It is also a Taoist sect, and there is no shortage of Taoist offerings in Yunfu Mountain.

The floor tiles of the main hall are washed with water, and the coolness is penetrating.

The green light in front of the hall is like a bean, and the incense is like a star.

Ling Shouyi refilled the lamp oil, raised his eyes and looked at the huge statue of Sanqing in front of him, then quietly turned around and walked out of the hall.

Looking at the mountains in the distance, I saw the clouds floating up and surging slowly.

Rain dripped down the corrugated.

Ling Shouyi couldn't help but return to the dispute a few days ago.

This kind of weather makes him think about a lot of things, a lot of the past.

He also happens to have a lot of time to reminisce about the past.

A few days ago, he had a conversation with Bai Ji'an, and he took the initiative to give up the quota of the sect and entrust Li Langhuan's life to him.

However, this is only temporary.

If Bai Ji'an can't get the first place in the big competition, if Sima Yuanxuan doesn't keep his promise, he will make a move at that time.

He didn't have much attachment to victory or defeat, Lang Huan's injuries tended to stabilize, and after he put down the matter at hand, Ling Shouyi's mood calmed down, and there was only a vacancy that was extremely calm.

Ling Shouyi felt confused.

He unconsciously thought of Xia Lianqiao, Li Langhuan, and Qu Cangfeng who was far away in Xianmen.

Qu Cangfeng once said that he never knew how to get along with people normally.

Ling Shouyi can't deny this.

When he was in Xianmen, he could sense that Li Langhuan was afraid of him and she was afraid of him, so he stayed away from her. Now in the lower realm, only when Li Langhuan is unconscious and seriously injured, can he express some concerns that were difficult to express in the past.

No one had taught him how to deal with an intimate relationship.

It's slightly better when he's with Xia Forsythia, and some lingering love words are all from his heart.

But now, in his capriciousness, he has finally pushed Xia Forsythia farther and farther.

He never knew how to put away the stubborn spikes on his body.

The closer he got to Xia Forsythia, the more his obnoxious nature was revealed, and his ugly true face, like a demon who was forever greedy for warmth and light, desperately trying to draw any bit of love from her. If she turned her gaze even a little away, he would be suspicious.

Never trust, never satisfied.

The stubborn spikes on his body still inevitably stabbed her, hurting himself as well as hurting others, he was the evil ghost under the mire, dragging her into the mire little by little.

Ling Shouyi thought quietly.

Desperately drawing comfort from others, absorbing pitiful love and warmth, in a vain attempt to monopolize all one's mind and attention.

After all, they will be rejected by others.

Eighteen years ago.

Inside the Temple of the Heavens.

This is a large hall located in the thirty-three heavenly palaces of Xianmen and the seventy-two treasure halls.

The hall is as cold and clean as a snow cave.

In the center of the main hall, a boy of about seven or eight years old is meditating with his eyes down, he is born with a lovely jade snow, his back is straight, the corners of his lips are pursed with a stubborn arc, and his long eyelashes are like snow lotus.

Obviously at the age of being coquettish in the arms of his parents, this childlike temperament is full of coldness like snow, and a touch of melancholy and loneliness.

The people in the Xianmen were born with Su Hui, and the little Ling Shouyi at that time was not born for a long time, and he was ignorant and knew how to break out of the dragon egg, and he landed for a long time.

Black hair and snow skin, red lips and white teeth, eyes like two crystal clear jade beads, ignorant expression, appearance and mind are only seven or eight years old.

At that time, the newborn little Ling Shouyi knew that he was the grandson of the Emperor of Heaven.

He was told that he was born different, and that he was the only immortal who could drive the Tiangang Divine Sword at such a young age.

The Tiangang Divine Sword can kill the sin immortals, but because the evil qi is too heavy, no one can use it.

He was born to take charge of the immortal sect and deter the immortals.

He can't live up to the blood flowing in his body, he must work hard and work hard to excel among his peers, so as not to fall into the prestige of the Heavenly Emperor.

Even if he had never met the titular grandfather.

Therefore, the little Ling Shouyi didn't need any rest, he just kept cultivating, constantly cultivating.

The Duxiao Hall is really amazingly big, he is inevitably lonely when he cultivates alone, and every time he arrives, Xiao Ling Shouyi will piece together his grandfather's appearance, personality, and tone of voice from his mouth little by little.

Imagine that one day, when he is good enough, he will be able to stand in front of his grandfather in the open.

Grandfather must have looked at him with joy and joy at that time.

So this cold loneliness is not so difficult.

The little Ling Shouyi sat day and night, engrossed, serious, and sat alone in the hall with his eyes closed.

Sink your mind and meditate over and over again to turn on the qi.

He thought that this life might not change much, ten years from now, a hundred years from now, a thousand years from now, every day after 48,000 years.

He even thought that everyone in this world was like this, everyone was so lonely, lonely, lonely and lonely.

Until that day, the little fairy servant suddenly broke into his life.

The appearance of the little immortal servant suddenly broke his boring and lonely daily life, and Xiao Ling Shouyi felt happy, helpless and uneasy.

He knew that he was in a high position, and he knew that he was withdrawn. He didn't know how to get along with his new friend.

The little fairy attendant took him to know a lot of little fairy children of their same age.

They all have cheerful personalities, lively and love to laugh. In contrast, he was silent and clumsy. Only quietly, blinking, looking at them quietly, full of envy.

Sometimes, they will also take the initiative to call him to speak.

Whenever this happens, Xiao Ling Shouyi stiffens nervously, his tongue is straight, but the words he can say are cold and disgusting. Several times, whenever he spoke, everyone stopped talking, and the lively atmosphere suddenly became cold because he was unfamiliar.

He cherished this relationship so much that it made everyone feel uncomfortable.

The more he wanted to show his true heart, the more everyone would be frightened by him.

His sincerity became a burden for them that made them feel embarrassed.

So, Xiao Ling Shouyi learned to shut up and learn to watch quietly.

Even though he knew that they were actually annoyed with him, Xiao Ling Shouyi still pretended not to realize it and followed behind them with a dead face.

He cherishes this relationship too much, but he clearly realizes that his friend will leave him sooner or later.

But he still wanted to give it a try.