One bed, three people, how to sleep?

Looking at Su Yue and Murong Mengyue's strange eyes, Ling Yue was very helpless and waved his hand. ζ>

"You go to my room and sleep in the bed, and I'll go to the next door to make a bunk. ”

Murong Mengyue smiled and said, "I thought you were going to squeeze together?"

Ling Yue shook his head and said helplessly, "You think too much." ”

......

Late at night, Ling Yue leaned against the corner of the wall and crossed his knees to concentrate and began to cultivate.

There was no Spirit Gathering Array here, and the aura had become much thinner, but Ling Yue did not slack off because of this.

It has only been a short time since he broke through the sixth layer of the Martial Realm, and it will take some time to break through the seventh layer of the Martial Realm.

The dots of spiritual energy converged towards Ling Yue, and then poured into his body, wandering around the limbs and bones, and finally condensed into spiritual power in the dantian.

Suddenly, Ling Yue's closed eyes opened suddenly, and then he looked at the corner with a frown.

This room used to belong to the former mother, and all that was left inside were the relics of the previous one.

And in the corner of the wall there was a table, I don't know what was placed on it, it was covered by a white cloth, and the white cloth was covered with dust, and it looked like no one had touched it for a long time.

Just now, Ling Yue vaguely felt a trace of spiritual power fluctuation, and the source was something covered by a white cloth.

Ling Yue got up to take a look, but was attracted by the slight footsteps outside the door.

The spiritual sense was instantly released, probing the situation outside the door.

What are you doing when you don't sleep at night? Ling Yue was puzzled.

Click!

Murong Mengyue pushed open the door of the room, walked in, looked at Ling Yue and said, "You also feel the fluctuation of spiritual power?"

Ling Yue raised his eyebrows, this Murong Mengyue could actually sense spiritual power fluctuations?

"Do you know psychic powers?"

Murong Mengyue smiled charmingly, clasped her hands to her chest, and said proudly, "Do I know that spiritual power is very rare?"

"Are you a Qi Practitioner?" Ling Yue asked.

It can be inferred from those ancient martial artists who fought with them that the true qi is an existence that is nearly a hundred times diluted by the spiritual energy, although they know the spiritual power, but they don't know how to condense it.

Therefore, after the deputy hall master of the Skull Bone Gate knew that Ling Yue was a "Qi Practitioner", he tried his best to also want to go down to Ling Yue in order to obtain the Qi Cultivation Method.

At this time, Murong Mengyue could actually feel the fluctuation of spiritual power, which meant that she might be a qi practitioner with spiritual power.

"Qi practitioner? can be said to be! or it can be said to be not!" Murong Mengyue said ambiguously.

Ling Yue looked Murong Mengyue up and down, from the latter, Ling Yue did not feel any fluctuations in spiritual power or true qi, just like ordinary people.

He had encountered this situation, and that was on Qin Yunlan, who was wearing a snow cloud spirit jade at that time, so she blocked Ling Yue's exploration.

But now Murong Mengyue is not wearing anything similar to a magic weapon, and the only thing on her body is her loose nightdress.

Retracted his gaze and looked at the white cloth on the table in the corner.

Coming to the table, Ling Yue stretched out his hand to lift the white cloth, and a crimson guqin came into view.

It was a lyre, and the wooden body of the piano Ling Yue couldn't see it, but he recognized the strings.

Jiaolong tendon!

Yes, the strings are made of dragon tendons.

500 years of Ceratosaurus, 500 years of Ceratosaurus, 500 years of Jiaolong, Jiaolong 1,000 years of Ying Dragon.

The weakest dragons are all the strength of the pinnacle of foundation building, the dragon clan is all treasures, scales can be made into armor, dragon claws and dragon horns can be made into magic weapons, and dragon blood can be quenched.

The guqin in front of him is obviously a spiritual weapon, and the grade is not low.

Looking at the guqin, Ling Yue's eyes narrowed, the alchemy furnace was enough to surprise him, he didn't expect to find a spiritual weapon in his own house.

Above the magic weapon is the spiritual weapon, and there is also the immortal weapon, the immortal emperor weapon.

Looking at the guqin, he finally shook his head.

This guqin has been broken, the spirit of the instrument has been destroyed, and now it is at most a high-level magic weapon.

The reason why a spiritual weapon is called a spiritual weapon is because it produces self-awareness, is no longer a dead thing, and can communicate with the owner's mind.

Stroking the guqin, a trace of spiritual power came from the guqin.

Ling Yue's eyes drooped slightly, and he fell into contemplation, there was a spiritual weapon, which meant that there were cultivators, or qi cultivators.

But why is it in my own home? The memory of the predecessor did not have this qin, either it was erased by someone else, or the guqin was just placed here not long ago.

However, looking at the dust on the white cloth, it should have been put for a long time, so the answer is obvious, the memory of the predecessor has been strung and altered.

Turning his gaze to the pile of debris next to him, he didn't hesitate to go up and rummage through it.

In the middle of the sound, Ling Yue took out a twenty-centimeter-long rectangular box from the pile of debris.

"Is this ......?" Murong Mengyue asked curiously as she looked at the box in Ling Yue's hand from the side.

Ling Yue didn't answer Murong Mengyue's words, and slowly opened the box, but as soon as he opened a crack, Ling Yue suddenly closed the box again, and then squinted his eyes and placed them at eye level.

"What's wrong?" Murong Mengyue asked without understanding why Ling Yue didn't open it.

Ling Yue smiled bitterly and turned the box over, and there was a line of small words at the bottom of the box.

"My son Ling Yue or daughter-in-law will open it personally!"

Murong Mengyue pursed her lips, very unwilling, now her heart was itching, and she really wanted to see what was in the box.

However, this is obviously a secret left by Ling Yue's mother to Ling Yue, and he is indeed not suitable for snooping.

"This should be for Su Yue!" Ling Yue had already checked with his spiritual sense just now, and the things inside were obviously for women.

"That's nothing to do with me! I went to sleep. Murong Mengyue said.

Murong Mengyue walked out of the room, Ling Yue looked at the guqin again, in the lower right corner of the body, there was a carved Qingluan, and two words were written in ancient script next to it.

Remnant Song!

This should be the name of this guqin, but what surprised Ling Yue was not this name, but a broken sword hidden in the body.

Ling Yue's spiritual sense detected that there was a broken sword in the guqin, and at the moment of spiritual sense exploration, the broken sword emitted a weak spiritual power to block the spiritual sense, making it impossible for the spiritual sense to detect.

The corners of Ling Yue's mouth rose slightly, he understood, the guqin was a scabbard to put it bluntly, and what really mattered was the broken sword in the body.

Reaching out and touching the body, the spiritual power slowly poured into it, and at the same time, the body began to tremble.

Halfway through, Ling Yue withdrew his palm and smiled.

He knew the details of this broken sword, the sword was called Longlin, and it was originally a high-grade spiritual weapon sword, but it was broken by its owner and sealed into another spiritual weapon.

The machine spirit of the broken sword was also split in two, and this part of the machine spirit had to start sleeping.

Ling Yue tried to awaken the sword spirit just now, but failed.

Dragon Scale Sword!

Ling Yue smiled, feeling that this world had become interesting for the first time.

Looking at the box he was holding in his left hand, Ling Yue smiled even more.

"It seems that your mother is not an ordinary person! Your death should be related to her, and the clue was cut off from the yellow smoke, but I didn't expect this to appear again.

Since I have taken over your body, I have to avenge you. ”

(End of chapter)