She sat upright on the bed and began to work with spiritual power in her body.

After ascending to the Jindan realm, she hadn't had a chance to carefully investigate her own situation.

What surprised her the most was not the improvement of her soul and spiritual power, but the sword scripture in her mind, which finally turned to the Jindan chapter.

In the beginning, it was still a method of splitting the soul.

In the Jindan realm, it is necessary to reach sixteen soul divisions.

The current Chang Ling has a split soul fused with the Abyss Sacrifice Sword, and there are only two split souls left that are still free.

I have to divide my soul three times.

The Jin Dan chapter of the Sword Sutra actually involves the part of tempering the sword heart.

Chang Ling has been immersed in kendo for all these years, and he has gone from being a beginner in sword intent to being able to condense sword qi, and even with the improvement of cultivation and state of mind, the sword qi has become very sharp.

On the way of the sword, the more advanced ones are the sword heart and sword bone.

Maybe a sword cultivator can successfully condense sword qi through years of hard training and understanding, but not everyone can condense into a sword heart and temper a sword bone.

Even in the Canglan Sword Sect, the vast majority of the true disciples of the Jindan Realm did not have a sword heart.

The sword heart is not like the sword qi is an attack that can be turned into a substance, but after the state of mind reaches a certain level, it goes one step further on top of the Great Dao comprehension.

The role of the sword heart is multifaceted for a sword cultivator, and the sword moves, sword formations, and even the natal spirit sword will be qualitatively changed by condensing the sword heart.

For this kind of state of mind, it is naturally not as visible and tangible as spiritual power cultivation.

Before seeing the Jin Dan chapter of the Sword Sutra, Chang Ling didn't know that the sword heart could also be tempered.

Even in the entire Tianxuan Continent, it was tacitly assumed that it required great chance and epiphany to condense into a sword heart.

It's to see if God rewards food or not.

As a monk who walked against the sky, Chang Ling was quite uncomfortable with this kind of thing that could not control his own destiny.

The monk chose to embark on the path of immortality and went through a lot of hardships, isn't it just to control the power to change his life and even control his own destiny.

Chang Ling doesn't want this sense of powerlessness.

She no longer placed her fate on the mercy of others.

Chang Ling took a deep breath, and his gaze at the Sword Sutra became a little more eager.

She must hurry up and cultivate, be promoted to the Yuan Infant Realm and enter the Heavenly Mystery Realm with the Falling Moon, and obtain the next part of the Sword Sutra as soon as possible.

The first step in tempering Kenshin is to ask yourself.

As if in the last dark space when suffering from the thunder, the voice kept asking questions.

Chang Ling needs to keep asking himself about kendo.

The first question is very simple, what is a sword.

Chang Ling looked at the Yuan Sacrifice Sword standing beside him, and subconsciously wanted to speak, but when it came to his mouth, he swallowed it all.

What is a sword.

The sword is a sharp weapon.

And then what?

What the sword meant to her.

After all these years, Chang Ling rarely recalls the scenes of his childhood.

One is because it is really a little painful, and the other is because the illusion brought about by karma has to be displayed in front of her from time to time.

She's getting a little tired of it.

What was it like to hold the sword in your hand at first?

It should have been in the Canglan Sword Sect's academy, the elder was demonstrating the sword moves to the inner disciples, and she could only shrink in the corner and watch them use their spiritual power to wield the long sword.

The elder took pity on her and gave her a wooden, non-lethal sword.

Her tiny hand gripped the hilt of her sword tightly, as if grasping ......

It's like grasping your own fate.

She seized the power to fight against fate and against all things in the world.

She has seized power over her destiny and future.

This is the embodiment of her ideals, her ambitions, and the glory of her life.

Weak and powerless, she clenched the sword in her hand.

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

After a while, Chang Ling lowered his head and laughed softly.

She didn't answer.

Any statement seemed to make the meaning of the sword shallow to her.

Thinking about it now, being able to join the Canglan Sword Sect and be able to hold the long sword at the beginning was really a great luck in her life.

She wants to control her power in order to rebel against fate, but at this time, she can't help but thank her fate.

Chang Ling gently stroked the Earth Abyss Sacrifice Sword beside her, and the sharp long sword cut her fingers.

Bloodstreams gushed out, but before she could feel the pain, the wound had healed quickly.

Although the demonic qi was quenched out of the body by the heavenly thunder, its improvement of the body still remained in Chang Ling's body, coupled with the large amount of spiritual grass she had swallowed over the years, the impurity toxins remaining in the body were quenched out by the heavenly thunder, and the residual medicinal properties were also thoroughly refined after this quenching.

Her current body, both in terms of endurance and healing ability, was extremely terrifying.

The movements in Chang Ling's hands did not stop, but the wisps of blood were all absorbed by the Yuan Sacrifice Sword.

After fusing Chang Ling's split soul, the Yuan Sacrifice Sword could even be said to be Chang Ling's other body, absorbing some of her blood at this time, and the entire sword body trembled with some excitement.

After the first question was asked, Chang Ling continued to look down.

Some questions are too ordinary, Chang Ling seems to be thinking about it all the time, and he never seems to have seriously thought about it.

Looking at the questions one by one, Chang Ling's complexion was constantly changing.

Some questions can be easily answered by her, and she can only be silent when she talks about it, while others are vague, and the answers are clearly on her lips, but she can only be silent.

Over the years of practice, in all aspects, even especially the way of the sword, Chang Ling is vaguely proud.

She is indeed proud of her capital.

may be the only cultivator in this world who cultivates the sword meridians, her sword qi is sharp, not limited by the meridian points and acupoints, and the operation of the aura, she can use all kinds of sword moves, and she can also use the three-talent sword formation, and with the continuous division of the soul of the gods, she is destined to be able to use more complex and mysterious sword formations in the future.

On this road, she had gone far beyond the average monk.

But the farther you go, the more you can see your own shortcomings and shallowness.

And the realization of a spiritual path is not something that can be achieved by simply practicing retreat.

Just as a monk who practices the Ruthless Path often needs to escape into the red dust and experience the various forms of sentient beings before he can let go of everything and become enlightened.

Chang Ling's unanswerable questions are precisely due to a lack of experience.

These things are not simply said.

Chang Ling was silent for a long time after reading the dense question of asking the heart.

It seems that once the questions are thrown out bluntly, they keep flashing in front of her, and she can't help but keep asking herself.

Even faintly breeds suspicion.

Chang Ling scratched his hair a little irritably.

"Chang Ling, go and see Mrs. Rong, something is not quite right with her. Luoyue's anxious voice dragged Chang Ling out of his chaotic contemplation.

Chang Ling's divine sense was more or less affected by the change in his thoughts, but the falling moon was still monitoring the situation outside.

With the increase in getting along with Chang Ling and the continuous improvement of Chang Ling's realm, his care for Chang Ling is also constantly improving.

Mrs. Rong's unusual movements naturally can't hide from him.

Hearing this, Chang Ling hurriedly got up and ran out, and his gestures were undisguiseably flustered.

Mrs. Yung lives in the room next to hers.

She slammed the door and walked in, and found Mrs. Rong lying on the bed with a hideous face, and it was difficult to hide the gloom between her eyebrows.

She was actually infected by demonic energy.

Chang Ling stepped forward a little helplessly, and his divine sense probed her situation.

She had been in Yanzhou for too long, and she had seen too many demon spirits, and almost instantly, she understood Mrs. Rong's current situation.

It's hopeless.

Soon the last of her sanity will be gone, and she will become a monster dominated by demonic energy.

At this time, the only and best way is to kill her immediately, before she is completely demonized.

Chang Ling's hand holding the Yuan Sacrifice Sword couldn't help but tremble slightly.

Mrs. Ming Ming Rong is a stranger to her, and even as Gu Jingnian's mother, she is Gu Siyu's enemy, and she is also the easiest person to recognize her identity.

After all, only mothers are most familiar with their children.

But......

Chang Ling could only attribute everything to the fact that because of the stripping of demonic energy, she was more emotional and soft-hearted than before.

And all the things in this world are telling her that soft-heartedness is unacceptable.

Just when she was stunned, Mrs. Rong on the bed had already sat up suddenly, her hands scribbling in the air.

The skin and faintly visible blood vessels have gradually been covered in gray.

There is no time to hesitate.

As soon as Chang Ling raised his hand, the Yuan Sacrifice Sword in his hand pierced into Mrs. Rong's heart with incomparable precision.

Her body has not yet been completely demonized, and the flesh on her body is still soft and fresh.

A sword stabbed into it, and blood gushed out.

Chang Ling didn't dodge, her robe and long hair were stained a lot.

As if seeing her sadness, Luo Yue whispered in her ear: "There is no way, she was originally a person who was not fully spiritual, and she stayed on the front line with a relatively strong demonic aura for so long, and demonization is inevitable, and it is not your fault." ”

You don't have to feel sorry for it.

The second half of the sentence was swallowed back by him.

He has never been able to understand Chang Ling's 'sense of morality', but now he can no longer calmly say the words of criticism or 'correction', because he can't judge which of the two of them is more correct.

"She went to the front line to pick up her children, and she must have loved her children very much. ”

To be able to see her child come back, she should be satisfied, she should be relieved.

Chang Ling watched fixedly as the gray mist on the cheeks of the person in front of him gradually dissipated, revealing that charming face.

Her long-hazy eyes were also a little clearer.

Mrs. Rong's clear and bright eyes stared at Chang Ling tightly.

Inside is palpable softness and greed.

She also knew very well that this might be the last time in her life when she could see the face of her child.

Soon, her eyelids gradually closed, the vitality on her face gradually faded, and the whole person quickly aged and dried up.

At the last moment of those beautiful eyes, she said softly: "Thank you, I know you are not Ah Nian." ”

Chang Ling was stunned for a moment, looking at the blackened bones in front of him, he could only be silent.

She was grateful, thanking Chang Ling for allowing her to see her child at the last moment of her life.

But as a mother, even if she was crazy and stupid and was infected by demonic energy, she also clearly understood that the person in front of her was not her child, and she didn't know when, her child would have died a long time ago.

Obviously, when this person is gentle and helps herself, she should be sober and desperate to understand that this person in front of her is definitely not her child.

She wasn't the kid who always spoke coldly and angrily at her.

How good, this person replaced her child, making her feel the warmth and care she had not felt for a long time, but how sad, her Ah Nian no longer knew where to be buried.

After a long time, Chang Ling turned around and took out the most gorgeous robe from the wardrobe, gently wrapped the charred black skeleton in front of him, and there were many delicate jewelry in the makeup on the table next to him.

Chang Ling picked some and reluctantly helped her bring them.

Then he picked up the skeleton and came to the courtyard, and the Yuan Sacrifice Sword quickly dug a deep pit, and soon, the skeleton was completely buried.

Mrs. Yung died.

Chang Ling bent down and carefully polished a wooden plaque, carving the tombstone word by word.

She didn't even know the woman's specific name, only that she was called Madame Rong.

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

After a long while, Chang Ling reluctantly got up.

Walk towards the most magnificent and conspicuous building of the Gu family.

Walking and walking, he bumped into Gu Siyu head-on on the road.

"Gu Jingnian, what's wrong with you?" he easily discovered his friend's loss.

Chang Ling said a little dryly: "Mrs. Rong is gone. ”

Gu Siyu was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously thought that Mrs. Rong was deliberately killed by Chang Ling.

After all, she is now holding Gu Jingnian's identity, just waiting for Mrs. Rong's burden to disappear, she can leave the family and go out openly, and at that time, she will definitely be able to get out with Chang Ling's ability.

So he nodded slowly: "I will report this matter to the family, you should leave the Gu family now, well, this is the sound transmission jade pendant, you can use this thing to contact me in the future." ”

As he spoke, he handed Chang Ling a piece of exquisite jade pendant from his waist.

Chang Ling raised his hand to accept it, and continued to ask softly: "Do you know Mrs. Rong's name? She is dead, as a son, I should erect a monument for her." ”

Gu Siyu also said softly: "Rong Qing." ”

In the past, the eldest lady of the Rong family in Yanzhou married a childhood sweetheart man in the best years, but then the family changed dramatically and was involved in the disputes of the Gu family.

In this life, fate is uneventful.

In fact, the death of Mrs. Rong and the departure of Gu Jingnian were very good things for Gu Siyu, even if he felt the mood of his friend, he still couldn't empathize.

The vast majority of the time, soft-heartedness towards the enemy is cruelty to oneself.

Gu Siyu could only pat Chang Ling on the shoulder.