Looking at the physical body in front of him, which was exactly the same as himself, Ji Lingsheng was a little ridiculous, and at the same time determined that he was only a soul body now, and his physical body should have been kept in the cave for five years, no wonder there were so many things wrong.

Cultivators can use the magic power of separating the soul body when they reach the realm of transformation, and Ji Lingsheng, who has probably learned two or three tricks about cultivation, has only occasionally heard it from Qingyunzi's mouth, and he was quite fascinated at first, but then this thought faded with time, and when he saw it today, the freshness was much less.

The difference between the out-of-body soul and the body is actually not very big, but seeing the other self with his own eyes, Ji Lingsheng, who has grown insight, still feels very strange for the first time.

Ji Lingsheng avoided the elixir of the formation, walked in front of the body, and placed it in the cave for five years, the clothes and hair were already full of dust, and the corners of the clothes had rotted in the soil, Ji Lingsheng stretched out his hand and probed, there was no breathing and no heartbeat, but when the soul and the body were close, there would be an inexplicable attraction.

Ji Lingsheng, who was in the body of the soul, understood at the moment that this was the bond and attraction between the soul and the body, and the closer he got to it, the stronger it became, but he didn't feel anything when he was far away.

Even if it is a soul, Ji Lingsheng can touch things, but to touch this body as if there is nothing, the palm that is still white penetrates straight through the body that is sitting upright, Ji Lingsheng leans forward again, his fingertips pass through the body, Ji Lingsheng frowned, and he was still wondering how to return to the soul in his heart, at this time, the body that was originally shrouded in darkness suddenly flashed white light, sucking Ji Lingsheng in.

Ji Lingsheng's soul was ingested into the body, and the cave of a small world no longer had two identical characters gathered together, after the soul melted into the body, the light of Ji Lingsheng's body flickered, and as time passed, the light began to slowly converge again.

About a stick of incense time later, Ji Lingsheng opened his eyes with a headache, the first time to return to the soul was not as relaxed and comfortable as he imagined, his body staggered to stand up, and it was a whirlwind again, and he gradually improved after resting on the wall.

While he was standing and resting, Ji Lingsheng's pupils suddenly constricted, and he immediately closed his eyes and looked inward, only to open his eyes for a long time and muttered: "The zodiac is complete!", looking at the formation of medicinal herbs on the ground, Ji Lingsheng understood in his heart that this thing made by Qingyunzi is not only to warm the body, but more importantly, to gather aura.

"It seems that the master has not been in vain in the past few years. Ji Lingsheng continued to talk to himself, but he didn't know how the Qingyun Mountain Lord, who had already wandered away, would feel when he heard this.

Compared with previous years, the black wind was lying on the green grass, boredly gnawing on the grass roots, and from time to time his eyes glanced at the blood-colored murder weapon slightly far away, in case he was taken away by thieves.

Fortunately, life is quite comfortable, and the arrogant temper in his bones has also been rectified by Ji Lingsheng, but this is nothing to the timid one day and feel happy after a day.

The bitterness of the grass roots in his mouth had just faded, and the sweetness was about to linger, but a muffled sound frightened the black wind to spit out the grass residue, and when he looked up, a figure came in the dust, it was Ji Lingsheng who was leaning down.

Ji Lingsheng patted his clothes, he was quite satisfied with the physical strength of this zodiac, ordinary people jumped from that height, and their heads could still be on their necks.

The sun shone on his body, and there was a warm feeling, Ji Lingsheng only felt a burst of refreshment, there seemed to be endless energy between his limbs, and the aura was running in an orderly manner in his body, and even the aura between heaven and earth was moving towards him in wisps.

Qingyunzi's old blue book once wrote, born with great talent, can eat qi to live, understand the trajectory of the avenue, know the heaven and the place, this is a general description of those born with a golden spoon of cultivation and outstanding talent, the boy surnamed Ji and this kind of person are naturally incompatible, but this does not prevent him from drinking water and thinking about the source of the great atmosphere that comes from the breeze.

Ji Lingsheng closed his eyes and walked down the mountain quickly, relying entirely on the subtle sense in his divine sense to identify the road and avoid obstacles, if the woodcutter in the mountain saw it, he would definitely be regarded as a fairy figure who led the horse down to earth, and it was not a great insight to return to the village? Unfortunately, there would be no woodcutter here.

When he arrived at the foot of the mountain, except for some scratching of his clothes, Ji Lingsheng didn't hit the wall once, not even stumbling, Hei Feng's head, which was only a little smarter than the same kind, naturally couldn't see the subtlety, and only felt that the master, who had already changed a lot, had a kind of sometimes gentle and sometimes cold aura.

Ji Lingsheng opened his eyes, there was a heartfelt smile on his face, and the calmness that had been precipitated for five years couldn't hide that dogtail smile, just like a man who had been poor all his life walked into Jinshan Yinshan, so he couldn't be dazzled and laughed?

Gently holding the hilt of the knife, Ji Lingsheng had an urge to swing the knife heartily, just like those green-shirted swordsmen who drank three thousand and must have to pick up the lamp to look at the sword to be romantic enough, it can be called the artistic conception of the sword before and under the moon is a truth, and Ji Lingsheng has been wandering around outside the treasure mountain for more than ten years and finally being able to see the true face of the mountain, how can he not be a big white?

Suppressing this impulse, Ji Lingsheng slowly let go of the handle of the knife, secretly thinking about when this famous weapon would be able to see the blood, and spit out the depression in his heart for many years, Ji Lingsheng wrapped the sickle in a black cloth and said softly: "Don't let me bury you." ”

He probably didn't know that many years ago, a general surnamed Ji found a fairy stone in the ruins of a god that was rumored to have been filled with human lives, and at that time, this fateful guy wantonly recruited famous craftsmen on his front foot, and ran to the craftsman's house with his back foot, and put his sword on the craftsman's neck covered in blood, threatening to make a fairy weapon before the great war.

Master Li Yangong, who is known as the little heavenly craftsman in the south, let a rough man coerce him with a helpless face, immortal weapon? How can ordinary people make immortal weapons? But the general surnamed Ji is still unrelenting, and finally let the young craftsman drum up a peerless murder weapon that can only be opened by drinking blood, but there is no place to be called an immortal except for the hard texture.

The little heavenly craftsman flickered, and the general walked away with the knife beautifully, no one knew that the military general who had lived for two Jiazi was not really easy to deceive, but he was only in the realm of Xuangong, and he only thought that a peerless weapon was enough to make a contribution, "Is there a good head on the road ahead?" said Ji Changfeng, who was over a hundred years old but not old, said.

Looking back at the top of the mountain, Ji Lingsheng couldn't help but sigh that time was in a hurry, and the tea was cold when he left, and after he left, this magnificent mountain that wanted to be higher than the sky would be deserted for many years.

Ji Lingsheng solemnly made three bows to the top of this mountain, respecting the person who is also a teacher and a friend, and he has to take advantage of the fact that he has to bow down before his daughter-in-law and father-in-law turn their faces, and the reason for his admiration, the cheap master who preaches and teaches is secondary, mainly because Qingyunzi and Ji Xuan want to be the same stereotype and serious, and the same shame for their children.

On this peak whose name is only known to the world, if Ji Lingsheng has lost something, if he has gained, at first glance it seems that he has made a lot of progress, and he can be called a person who has entered the door in cultivation, but he can carefully pick it out, and there is nothing to be proud of, and the ecliptic consummation realm that has not yet been stabilized has a better physique than ordinary people.

In the future swords, swords, shadows, and sinister rivers and lakes, these seem to be unbearable, and they are still not enough to be used as a façade, thinking of this, Ji Lingsheng couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Ji Lingsheng glanced at the top of the mountain again, there were no more simple houses here, and he vaguely remembered that there was a beautiful woman who would stop at the door every day, and when he returned, now only the closed door was left, and the man was particularly clumsy in speculating on the woman's mind, and the eldest prince Ji, who was known as the holy hand of the flowers, also felt that this scripture was difficult to read.

Turning to leave, Ji Lingsheng walked north, wearing a green coat and stirring in the wind.

The black horse stepped on broken steps and slowly followed, I remember that when I was in the Ji family's compound a few years ago, there was a girl who often went to comb its hair, and sometimes brought it a fishy smell, but the girl saw Ji Lingsheng who hit the evil star of the black wind was not afraid, and dared to dare to pull his arm, seeing the helpless expression of the great evil man, the girl would smile like a flower, and now, why did she lie in the wet soil?

Shaking his head, Hei Feng lowered his head and listened to the sound of his hooves, the sound of clicking made it particularly obsessed, but there was a noise that disturbed this natural sound, Hei Feng raised his head in displeasure and looked at the disaster master, Ji Lingsheng, who was in front of him, looked up to the sky and howled for some reason.

Lifted to the chest in one breath, the whistling sound changed from low to high, the voice changed from mixed to mellow, and the sound spread far away, causing a riot in the mountains and forests, the birds retreated, and the wind roared.

The black wind followed behind Ji Lingsheng, and he couldn't see the master's expression clearly, it had always been timid somehow strong, and it also roared with the master's long roar, and the voice was like a small boat in the monstrous wind and waves in Ji Lingsheng's angry shout, although it was stormy but particularly eye-catching.

The howling sound came from afar, and the jackals, tigers and leopards hiding in the forest all day long heard the sound, and they all raised their heads and let out a roar of indignation, as if they were responding to the provocation of the uninvited guest, and the beasts roared together, and instantly converged into a large momentum, which reflected Ji Lingsheng's howl.

Heavy roaring came to his face, and Heifeng uncharacteristically did not admit that he was pretending to be his grandson, but screamed more rampantly, with a kind of arrogance for the tiger, at this time, the originally majestic long howl was nearing the end, but it looked even more like a whimper, and Heifeng finally stopped shouting, and cautiously looked at the master who only left his back.

The mighty song of mountains and rivers suddenly turned into a sad tone, and the roaring beasts began to weaken, the howling sound was bitter, accompanied by a slight choking, like a child crying on his father's shoulder, and Ji Lingsheng, the initiator, had already burst into tears.

This mountain forest has just entered autumn, but it is already snowing.