Night.

Chang'an City, which should have been calm, once again had an extra night tour figure in the sky, but unlike the previous flower picker who made Chang'an noisy, this outsider was obviously more unscrupulous, and in only a few ups and downs, he had jumped into the heavily guarded imperial city.

Searching for a remote corner, the figure finally stopped, and in the faint moonlight, the thin face was already a little undisguised contemplation.

When he first arrived in Chang'an that day, Tang Ling had already seen that the identity of the old man who often appeared in the three absolute residences was extraordinary, and after talking with Du Jin during the day, he not only knew that the old man was Xuanzong Li Longji, who is now in charge of the Tang Dynasty, but also learned that one of his favorite concubines had given birth to a baby girl with a congenital soul defect that year. In order to ensure that the baby girl could grow up smoothly, Li Longji immediately asked Dujin to accept her as an apprentice and introduce her to the path of cultivation.

This baby girl is Li Longji's daughter who left home at a young age and has been there for 30 years. Because she has practiced in the immortal world for many years, and she seems to have a unique talent for the immortal exercises, in just a few decades, she is now a half-human and half-immortal martial arts.

Therefore, after learning this news, Tang Lingdang made an appointment with Du Jin and met in the palace tonight, he wanted to meet the daughter of the Li family, who might be one of the four bodies.

"The soul is congenitally disabled, and the immortal path is practiced with a mortal body...... I didn't expect that after more than a thousand years of fruitless searching, I would get such a big harvest in this short period of time. I didn't expect that the last immortal body could actually appear in the bloodline of the Li family. Recalling the similarities between the Li family's bloodline and the Nine Heavens and the Divine Body, Tang Ling muttered to herself, and her words were full of indescribable playfulness. Then one palm was facing upward, and a faint yellow light oozed from the palm. In the thick of the night, it flickered slowly, as if to make a signpost to guide someone who was going to the appointment.

The yellow light flickered on and off, just for a while, and I saw two figures, one after the other, coming to the vicinity, and the one walking in front was Du Jin, who had talked to Tang Lingpan during the day.

Dujin came to Tang Ling, and no matter what the person accompanying him thought, he knelt down directly to Tang Ling, and said respectfully: "The little people of the immortal clan Dujin have seen the sage. ”

"Hmm. ”

Scattering the yellow light in his hand, Tang Ling's answer was unusually calm.

The look of surprise on his face that followed Watatsu was a young woman, and when he saw that Watarzu would actually make such a big salute to the young man in front of him, the look of surprise on his face could not be concealed, and he asked, "Master, is this ......?"

Watsu kept his kneeling posture unchanged, and commanded the woman: "Ling'er, this is one of the sages who created all things in heaven and earth, and the members of our six clans can all be called his descendants, so come and pay your respects." ”

"Your name is Ling'er?" Hearing Du Jin call this woman like this, Tang Ling couldn't help but look at her a few more times.

According to what Watsu said before, the woman in front of him should be Li Longji's daughter who has been away from home for thirty years and has just returned to the mortal world. Perhaps because of being a cultivator, her voice and appearance looked like she was only in her early twenties, and under the reflection of the moonlight, another face exactly like Yun'er appeared in front of him.

Facing Tang Ling, the woman obviously didn't feel the same pressure as Du Jin, and there was only politeness in her words: "Exactly." When I first worshiped the master, the master said that I was born with a broken soul, so I named it 'Yanling', hoping that I could extend the life of my soul through cultivation. ”

"If I guess correctly, you should be the daughter born to Li Longji and Concubine Wu Hui, the fairy princess who is rumored to have died in infancy, right?" Tang Ling stared at the face in front of him and opened his mouth to guess Yan Ling's life experience.

Although his past was revealed by Tang Ling's words, Yan Ling did not have any displeasure, but continued to answer calmly: "Shangxian is already the name of the little woman in the past, and now it is only Yan Ling who is talking to the Sage. ”

Princess Shangxian, born in the early years of the Kaiyuan Dynasty, is the twenty-eighth daughter of Li Longji, legend has it that she "died early" in infancy, and there were wonders such as "auspicious phoenix Ruihong" on the spiritual seat. Therefore, Zhang Jiuling, the prime minister at that time, once advised Li Longji and recorded this auspicious end in the epic. Unexpectedly, in tonight's meeting, she actually appeared in front of Tang Ling under the name of "Yanling". With the help of the reflection of the moonlight, Tang Ling carefully looked at the woman in front of her, and an evaluation had blurted out unconsciously: "I didn't expect the princess who was rumored to have died young, and now it actually reappears, ...... interesting."

Du Jin hurriedly explained: "Back then, Xiaomin had a one-sided relationship with Yan Ling's biological mother, Concubine Wu Hui, and they talked about it, because they couldn't bear to die young, so they brought Yan Soul back to the fairy world, reshaped her body, and taught her how to practice, but unfortunately, after many years, the symptoms of Yan Soul's mutilation have not been cured......

"I'll take a look. ”

Tang Ling groaned, and then his spiritual perception had already opened, probing into Yan Ling's body, carefully probing his meridians and souls. In a few moments, he had come up with a natural answer.

Then, I saw him spread out with one palm, and the origin qi of the six clans reappeared, with these six colors representing the heavens and the earth, Tang Ling took a step forward towards Yan Ling.

It was just a simple gesture, and the humility on Wataratsu's face was immediately replaced by horror.

"You seem to have ever encountered something like this?"

Dujin's panic did not escape Tang Ling's perception. He had shown the same action in front of Du Jin before, but except for surprise, Du Jin had no other reaction, and now this frightened look had made Tang Ling faintly notice something abnormal.

Keeping an eye on the six origins in Tang Ling's hands, after confirming that the scene he imagined in his heart would not appear, Wataru nodded and admitted with palpitations.

"It seems that you know that Yan Ling will unconsciously absorb the origin of the six clans. Feeling the restlessness of the origin in his hands, Tang Ling told this fact on behalf of Dujin.

Watsu nodded again.

"And you know what happens if the source in her body is out of balance. ”

Tang Ling reasoned like this, although Du Jin hesitated, but finally admitted: "Xiaomin has witnessed it with his own eyes. ”

This answer was a bit unexpected to Tang Ling. Earlier, when I walked with Yun'er, for fear that the physique that absorbed the origin of other races would have any adverse effect on Yun'er, Tang Ling would always wash the origin in her body regularly and regularly; Jiutian was a long-term escape from the world, except for the human mind qi in Xiao Jing's body, except for being hunted down by a group of sages in Yangzhou that day, there was little chance to absorb the origin of other races; I didn't expect such a thing to happen in Yan Ling's body now! Thinking of the fact that Du Jin had mistaken himself for the Heng clan, Tang Ling frowned slightly: "Is this related to the Heng clan?"

"Exactly. In the face of Tang Ling, Du Jin did not hide it.

With five fingers and a close, Tang Ling had withdrawn the six origins in his palm: "Tell me the beginning and end of the matter, and there must be no mistakes." ”