Gong Yun's sleeves lifted her wrists, and countless substantial-like lines appeared between her fingers, and with her enchanting dance, they sank into the boulder layer by layer.

Due to her fast movement, her figure at the moment had blurred into a faint phantom, and around the boulder, a blurred afterimage was pulled around the boulder in an instant. A faint figure can be seen swaying in it, but it is difficult to see it really. After a short breath, her figure recondensed into a clear reality and strode back. Behind her, more than a dozen afterimages in different postures were slowly dissipating.

When she walked in front of Yue Ling, a cold wind blew, waving pieces of fragrant peach petals. The little girl's eyes widened, and after seeing Gong Yun's smiling face, the tall boulder in the distance raised pink and white sand and dust in the wind, and it swirled and scattered. In just a few seconds of her gaze, the boulder several meters high was blown away by this light breeze and turned into a large piece of powder that swept away. When the wind had stopped, a layer of white powder was laid on the ground, and the boulder had completely disappeared into place, leaving only a flat piece of land.

Under Yue Ling's mouth-opening gaze, Gong Yun's sleeve's hand gently brushed over his sleeve and said slowly: "Jue Fei is a beautiful martial art, soft and charming, killing silently, leaving no traces. There is the dance of the immortals on the outside, and the power of the rakshasa on the inside. For us women, all kinds of stunts in the world are nothing more than this. Ling'er, what do you think?"

"I ......" Yue Ling showed a struggling look on her face, she looked at Qin Yan, and then looked at Gong Yun's sleeve, until her gaze fell on the plain hand that was wiping her sleeve. It was the most beautiful hand she had ever seen, with perfect lines and outlines, delicate and delicate, with a faint white halo, and even the texture of the joints was beautiful, as if it were carved from jade. The little girl lowered her head, quietly glanced at her dirty little hands, and finally made up her mind, raised her head and said firmly: "I want to learn Sister Gong's Absolute Technique!"

The corners of Gong Yun's sleeves were slightly curved, and the smile on his face was like a spring flower. She took Yue Ling's little hand and said with a smile: "Ling'er, in the future, when you look back on today, you will definitely not regret this choice." ”

Hearing this, Qin Yan tugged at the corners of his mouth, revealing a disdainful sneer. However, after hearing Yue Ling's decision, he felt a sigh of relief deep in his heart. No matter how deeply this emotion is hidden, it cannot be hidden from his own soul. At this moment, a deep confusion flashed in his eyes.

Why do I have such despicable thoughts...... Mr. Yue and his wife are kind to me, how can I regard Ling'er as a ...... Am I really a ruthless person, after all, this contrived is just to find an excuse. I wish I could shake off this burden and practice with peace of mind to pursue my so-called path......

My true soul is so selfish and shameless...... Haha, it seems that the name of this big disciple of the Demon Sect, Young Master Ben is not wronged!

"Ling'er, congratulations, you've found a good master!" Qin Yan leaned over and touched the little girl's head, the corners of his lips opened wider, and his smile was full of irony, but it was aimed at himself.

Look, what is in your heart, what is in your mouth. Isn't that complex called "righteous anger" exactly what you yourself have identified? If it weren't for the accidental repentance, I'm afraid you would have to deceive yourself! Haha, the so-called hypocrites in the world who deceive the world and steal their fame are much stronger than you!

Either way, you should at least have the courage to look into your heart.

He was so engrossed that he suddenly heard Yue Ling's delicate voice sound softly: "Brother, why are you sad, is it because of Ling'er's anger?"

Qin Yan was stunned for a moment, and then smiled: "How could it be." I'm happy for you! In the future, you have to cultivate hard, listen to Senior Sister Gong's words, and my brother will come to see you. ”

He reached out and touched Yue Ling's cheek, brushed it gently, staring at the little girl's immature face, and the guilt in his heart became heavier and heavier.

"I'll go first. He slowly lowered his hand, raised his head to look at Gong Yunsleeve, and said, "Senior Sister Gong, please, take care of her." ”

Gong Yunsleeve met his gaze, with a complicated look in his eyes, and nodded silently.

"Well, goodbye. With his words of farewell, he turned and strode away.

It's time to practice swordsmanship.

Now that you have recovered a little spiritual power, you must seize the time to restore the cultivation of the Imperial Weapon Technique to a complete state, and then use your perception of several battles under the mountain to break through the seventh level in one fell swoop!

Impeccable, impeccable, it is said that when you reach your realm, you can step into the threshold of the grandmaster level, what will it be like to be there?

Thinking of this, Qin Yan's heart was agitated, and the gloomy depression in his chest was swept away, and he couldn't help but speed up his pace, drifting over the dangerous path of the mountain road like a wisp of light smoke, and plunged into the cave.

In the cold stone room, there is still a trace of aftertaste brought by Song Qingsha in the morning, which lingers on the tip of the nose, gradually penetrates into the mouthpiece, and sinks into the body. The fragrance is mixed with a little aphrodisiac, which brings a little obstruction to meditation. However, as long as it wasn't the extreme environment of Wusheng Pavilion, for Qin Yan, the obstruction of this aphrodisiac fragrance was not even a trouble. As soon as he closed his eyes, only a wisp of divine consciousness was left to monitor the outside world, and his other thoughts quickly sank, reflecting the situation of the various meridians in his body clearly.

He used his divine sense to control the spiritual power to run in his body, carefully avoiding the imprint on his heart, through the eight meridians and hundreds of orifices, flowing all over the limbs and hundreds of remains, infiltrating through the spiritual platform, repeating the cycle, and the cycle was endless.

Although this spiritual power is only as small as a stream for the time being, and the bottom can be seen at a glance, it is also as pure and clear as a stream, without any impurities. This is the power that truly belongs to him, and every wisp of spiritual power is branded with his soul in the spiritual platform, and it is completely controlled by him. Watching this small stream grow gradually, that faint joy is the root of his ability to persist in his own efforts.

Repeating the cycle of week after week in silence, time flowing softly beside itself. After all, the Imperial Weapon Technique is not as good as the Han Blood Skill, and the recovery speed is much slower. After about half a day, his spiritual power only increased slightly, but he gradually felt a little tired.

After all, since he returned to the Demon Gate, he has involuntarily experienced a series of thrilling struggles, and he has not had time to sleep properly. Now that I can finally relax a little and return to the right path of cultivation, maybe I should sleep peacefully for a night, which can be regarded as compensation for my miserable fate!

Thinking of this, he got up, freshened up a little, changed his clothes, and lay back on the stone bed. Once I completely relaxed, I felt that my eyelids weighed a thousand pounds, and it was difficult to support them anymore, so I closed my eyes and fell asleep.