Everyone sighed.

This young man is none other than the young Jiang Ying.

More than ten years have passed, and he has also become a peerless teenager.

Chang Ling lifted Jiang Ying's collar with a cold face, hid his figure with his divine sense, and ran out a long way at once.

It took several more circles around the city before flashing into her dwellings.

Jiang Ying's face turned red, and a pair of slightly widened apricot eyes already had a little water.

Although he only tells some stories to show some talents in the flower building of this Hundred Flowers City, he has an understanding of the land of fireworks in the old days......

Could it be that he was robbed by a powerful monk who admired him?

He had to delay as much time as possible and see if he could leave any markers and wait for someone else to save him.

Thinking of this, there was a little more smile on his face, he raised his eyes and looked at Chang Ling fixedly.

His eyes are so good that they don't need to speak, they can evoke infinite reverie and pity.

At this glance, his smile froze on his face.

He blinked in disbelief, and even raised his hand to rub his eyes red.

After a long time, he said a little dryly: "Sister." ”

Chang Ling sighed softly, took a few steps forward, and raised his hand to rub the young man's soft hair.

"How can you do such a dangerous thing. Chang Ling organized his language and asked a little seriously.

Outside, even in the Hundred Flowers City, which is thousands of miles away, arranging the Yuanhua Gate is still an extremely dangerous thing.

Most of the monks who barely managed to pick up a life from the Nine Heavens Demon Punishment Array that day also accepted Yuanhuamen's compensation and promised never to reveal the matter.

Chang Ling only talked about her experience when Jiang Ying asked, when she was extremely depressed and her mood was extremely fragile.

Always on the verge of life and death, her spirit seems to be on the verge of collapse at any moment.

Even sometimes, she thought viciously that she had to bear all this to be inseparable from Jiang Ying, and she could at least make Jiang Ying feel more uncomfortable through her own words.

He owes her.

But she didn't think that more than ten years later, the young man still remembered this incident with red eyes, and told it in a low tone.

Those righteous path sects cherish feathers the most, if they heard that a Condensing Divine Realm monk had poked out such a 'heaven-shattering secret'......

Maybe Jiang Ying can still leave a complete set of bones, it depends on what the 'accident' he buried is.

"Sister. Jiang Ying's eyes were still red, and he called in a low voice with a little choked up.

His eyes were a little distracted.

He didn't know how to speak.

After Chang Ling left, his grandfather finally couldn't support it anymore, and he couldn't open his eyes after calling 'little baby' with his last strength.

After a short break, Yuanhuamen once again put pressure on the monks and their families who had participated in the Nine Heavens Demon Punishment Array, and after Chang Ling left, all the pressure suddenly fell on him who had not been able to successfully advance to the Condensing God Realm at that time.

At first, it was a seemingly endless lecture, and the Jiang family thug who had been driven out of the door by Chang Ling was rudely accusing him, and they were all forcing him to tell Chang Ling's identity and origin.

Even his sister, who had unlimited potential in Yuanhuamen, looked at him with disappointment.

It hurts so much.

Those criminal laws and accusations hurt too much.

Most of the time, he could only cry and say he didn't know.

Not a quibble, not a deliberate concealment, he gave in.

He really doesn't know.

Fu Ning, an ordinary name, was as common as her cultivation in the vast Tianxuan Continent.

As time went by, there were too many things in Yuanhuamen, and he finally had a chance to leave there, but he was scarred and penniless.

And then ......

He jerked.

The whole body couldn't help but tremble.

He used to be a noble son of a family, how could he travel thousands of miles to come to Taizhou, and how could he be committed to Hualou?

He didn't dare to touch that dusty memory.

He could only raise his head and look at Chang Ling fixedly.

He was not in a position to resent her, but his suffering seemed to have begun with her.

He could only say faintly: "Sister, don't leave me." ”

After saying this, he quietly raised his eyes to look at Chang Ling, and then said in a somewhat incoherent voice: "I am already a cultivator of the Condensation Realm, and I will not be a burden to my sister." ”

Chang Ling also looked at him in the same way, and could only sigh silently.

Alone, oppressed and humiliated by the powerful, and uprooted from his homeland......

This story is too familiar to Chang Ling.

It's just that the little girl seemed to be luckier back then.

And the only thing she could do now seemed to be to take out a large handful of spirit stones from her arms and stuff them into Jiang Ying's hands.

"Sister, are you going to leave me again? Jiang Ying looked at Chang Ling with a pair of dark eyes.

Chang Ling's heart trembled, and he had to explain: "The place I'm about to go to is very dangerous, you can't follow me now, cultivate well first." ”

"Ah, my sister just doesn't want me anymore. Haha, my sister doesn't want me. Jiang Ying laughed a few times, tears sliding down his delicate cheeks little by little.

Then he stood up, his eyes devoid of any sparkle, he waved his long sleeves, raised his voice and began to hum a gentle tune.

How many years ago was that?

The old sticky hands kept sliding over his body, and the disgusting sound seemed to linger in his ears forever.

He learned to write obscene words, learned to grovel, and learned to ......

"Jiang Ying! Jiang Ying!"

A somewhat hurried call pulled him back from his muddy past, and he barely regained some clarity.

Chang Ling in front of him was looking at him with a worried face.

"Sister. He could only read it out loud.

He didn't know how rude and selfish his behavior was, Chang Ling was dragged down by his Jiang family back then, so he had to suffer so many years of torture and hardship.

Obviously, he swore at that time that he would repay his sister well in the future, why did he speak again now.

Jiang Ying's mental state is not normal.

If it were in the mortal world, it would have been diagnosed as madness.

After the monk condensed the divine soul, except for the damage of the divine soul, it was almost impossible for such a disease to appear.

Chang Ling did a cursory inspection, Jiang Ying had already entered the Condensing Realm, and there seemed to be no problem with the Divine Soul.

That......

Maybe it was because the original condensation of the soul was not complete, and something went wrong in the subsequent recovery and correction process.

Reason told Chang Ling that she was now treating Jiang Ying with benevolence and righteousness.

Her life and death should not be borne by her.

But she never seemed to be a sane person.

Jiang Ying, who is so beautiful and weak, stays in this Hundred Flowers City......

She does not deny that everyone in all walks of life has the right to choose their own state and life, but only if it is voluntary.

Just looking at Jiang Ying's current state, even if he was forced to do so, he was afraid that he would not be able to struggle.

Maybe it's a good choice to bring him to Cangzhou.

Those sword cultivators in Cangzhou are all straight, even if they are cold, they disdain all kinds of dirty methods.

Jiang Ying is still so young, maybe he can worship a master with a good talent, and maybe he can also achieve great achievements in kendo in the future.

Chang Ling sighed softly, she wasn't going to continue to find a reason for herself to take Jiang Ying away.

From the moment she decided to hide her figure and drag Jiang Ying away from the high platform, in fact, didn't this decision have already been made?

Chang Ling fiddled with the spirit grass in the storage artifact, selected a few items, pulled out a small point, mixed them together and stuffed them into Jiang Ying's mouth.

Although Jiang Ying did not have any irreversible damage on his body, his whole body was too weak.

Most of the medicinal properties of those spirit herbs in Chang Ling's hands he couldn't bear.

Chang Ling relied on his shallow pharmacology and constantly questioned Luoyue and Ah Bi, so he could barely concoct some medicines.

After Jiang Ying swallowed it obediently, her eyes gradually became confused.

He was so tired that he needed a long, restful night's sleep.

Chang Ling helped him to the soft couch and covered the quilt.

She didn't open her mouth to ask Jiang Ying about his past.

The past is too tragic, and every retelling seems to tear open his wound entirely, and every time the old wound recurs.

Even if there is no intersection, Chang Ling will still lend a hand when he sees a person who is struggling in misery.

There is so much suffering in the world, and there is so little she can do.

But you can't stop acting at all because your ability is too small.

After placing Jiang Ying, Chang Ling stood in front of the window, looking at the lights of the thousands of homes that belonged to the Hundred Flowers City from afar.

............

In the following days, Jiang Ying was too well-behaved, except for being with Chang Ling at every moment of his sobriety.

That sister, it is impossible for Chang Ling, who is called, not to be moved.

After handing over a sum of spirit stones to the teleportation circle, Chang Ling and Jiang Ying finally embarked on the 'road' to Cangzhou.

Standing in the middle of the bright and vivid formation runes, Chang Ling also felt very novel.

There were not many monks who rode the teleportation array, and the crystalline spirit stones filled it in, and the entire circle suddenly burst into bright light, and Chang Ling only felt dizzy for a while,

It seems that the whole body is scattered.

The twisting and sharp pain didn't know how long it lasted, and only Jiang Ying, who had been clutching her sleeves tightly, could provide her with a little sense of realism.

When I opened my eyes again, I was already a 'desolation' that was different from the entire Taizhou.

When you first go to other states, it's natural to be unaccustomed.

It seems that in other states, there is no such thing as beauty, as long as the building is tall, and the monk only needs to wear the simplest robes.

Chang Ling and Jiang Ying, who were dressed in gorgeous colored silk, attracted a lot of attention as soon as they walked out.

Adults and children passing by all regard them as negative examples.

Chang Ling had to slightly exude a bit of coercion that belonged to the Jindan Realm, and barely made these discussions quieter.

One of the things she hates most about these righteous monks is that they always claim to be orthodox and constantly criticize others from the vantage point.

And he sees his so-called teaching as a gift.

Chang Ling pulled Jiang Ying tightly, constantly looking for a way forward through divine sense.

After being promoted to the Jindan realm, after many years of penance, Chang Ling's divine soul has also improved a lot.

The range that can be radiated has reached more than ten miles.

Farther away, there will be a faint sense of the breath of life.

There is no longer a need for a map, just a walk from a place where the color of life is strong in the sense of consciousness.

The city where Cangzhou's cultivators are located is completely different from Taizhou.

The simplicity of the buildings is all sharp.

Most of the monks who walked on the road had long swords behind them.

It's not that the whole people are cultivating swords.

Many of the Dharma cultivation formations in Cangzhou also use the long sword as their own magic weapon.

Fighting the sword is not just a handsome patent for sword cultivation.

Unlike other sects, the Canglan Sword Sect, as the head of the sword path of the Tianxuan Continent, was not established in a prosperous city.

Even its mountain gate is an extremely remote place in the whole Cangzhou.

As long as you can avoid it, it's hard to run into it.

Chang Ling first took Jiang Ying to the nearby Xiuzhen City, Cangyuan City.

couldn't screw Jiang Ying again, so he had to take him through the streets together.

The best place to find out the news is on the black market.

Chang Ling asked the location of the black market with a spirit stone quite generously, but this time he used magic to forcibly lock Jiang Ying in the post station, dressed up in disguise, and sneaked in.

Jiang Ying, who was fixed on the bed, looked at the meridians of his stiff limbs, and seemed to fall into that lengthy suffocating dream again.

At that time, was he pinned to the bed without any resistance......

Cold sweat kept sliding down the corners of his forehead, and he had to comfort himself over and over again.

At this time, it was Chang Ling who fixed himself, the one who always saved himself from fire and water.

She's just there to protect herself.

She'll be back soon......

............

Chang Ling, who didn't know anything about all this, was already sitting in the dark room, whispering about the relevant information of the person opposite.

Most of them are about the Canglan Sword Sect.

Although the Canglan Sword Sect had previously strangled the Earth-Sky Beast in Yanzhou as the main force, those Yuanying Realm elders were more or less injured, and most of them were now in retreat.

It is estimated that there are no Yuan Infant Realm monks who will swagger above Cangzhou.

Then, the Canglan Sword Sect was holding a sword conference recently.

Like the spell exchange conference held by Yuanhuamen every few years, this sword conference is a grand event for sword cultivation exchanges and discussion of sword moves in the world.

Regardless of your cultivation or background, as long as you have a dedication and love for kendo, you can participate.

Moreover, the final winner can not only get the rich rewards provided by the Canglan Sword Sect, but also enjoy a series of conveniences from the Canglan Sword Sect.

For example, become an inner disciple and gain some kendo exercises......

Of course, this last bit of good is almost non-existent, after all, in every sword conference, the final winner is from the Canglan Sword Sect.

Everyone is also convinced.

The first school of kendo is not said in vain.

Being able to catch up with this sword conference, Chang Ling was a little enthusiastic for a while.

In most of the battles she has experienced between life and death, her perception of kendo can only hope for a flash of inspiration.