Soon after Mawa left, Changshan walked in with another bowl of medicine.

Thinking of the bitterness in his mouth just now, Chang Ling hurriedly waved his hand and said, "I have already drunk the decoction given by my master just now, so I shouldn't need it." ”

Chang Shan shook his head: "The medicine that Uncle Zhenhe boiled was only to treat your skin injuries, and your soul was also damaged a lot. ”

"Soul damage?" Chang Ling asked rather puzzled.

She and Yin Che are both in the open pulse realm, how can she hurt her soul in the fight?

Chang Shan explained: "It was you who didn't know how to hurt your own soul, and at the end of the competition that day, you didn't know what secret method was used, and the strength of the whole person suddenly increased a lot." ”

"Chang Ling, I don't know where you got the secret method, but the progress of cultivation comes little by little, these things are still sideways after all, and they will only affect your foundation, so remember to avoid using them as much as possible in the future. Chang Shan's tone became a little more serious.

Chang Ling nodded stunnedly, what kind of secret method?

She asked tentatively, "Senior sister, what happened to the result of the competition?"

Chang Shan's eyebrows were a little happy, and she said: "Wang Yi against the disciples of the Yuanhua Sect, and you against the disciples of the Nine Yin Sect, these two tough battles were unexpectedly won, this time the results of the sect are the best in hundreds of years, on the side of the Open Pulse Realm, the sect ranks fourth." ”

Fourth place is that there are seven places that can enter the secret realm...... Wait, she won?

Chang Ling's pupils shrank, she actually won against that vicious teenager?

"The secret realm will open in a month's time, and you can avoid entering it on the grounds of healing. Chang Shan continued.

Why didn't they support her to enter the secret realm one by one, how dangerous was it?

Chang Shan didn't say much to her, pointed to the decoction on the side, turned around and left.

Chang Ling was left to sit there alone, his face unsightly tight.

"Falling moon?" she called rather coldly.

She shouted several times, and after a long time, she still did not receive any answer.

She still knew about her own situation, and she had never practiced any secret methods at all.

Then the only possible variable is the falling moon, and she feels a slight chill down her spine beyond the joy of the falling moon helping her win the game.

At that time, she had already lost consciousness, and the so-called secret method should be that the falling moon was controlling her body......

There are many descriptions of 'seizure' in the stories of Zhiwei, where the mighty person uses magic weapons or secret methods to keep the spirit alive and enter the body of the minor monk, erase his soul and then occupy the body.

Since knowing Luoyue, he is the only one by his side in the most difficult time, and he continues to give her advice on the way of cultivation, for her, Luoyue is also a teacher and friend, and she really doesn't want to speculate on him with any malice.

Forget it, wait for him to reply. Chang Ling rubbed her forehead, and now when she thought about it a little, there would be a heart-piercing pain in her mind, and she hurriedly took the bowl of medicine and drank it in a big gulp.

The next realm of the Open Pulse Realm was contemplation, and she didn't want to let her soul be damaged in the slightest.

After repairing in this room for a long time, Chang Ling was leaning on the courtyard lazily basking in the sun on this day, and the head of the house took Gu Yunxi to walk towards her against the light.