Chapter 71 Five years of changes
Chapter 71 Five Years of Change
"Wow!" When Ye Yigu saw the high city wall of the Weiling Sect Palace, he couldn't help but exclaim, "This is stronger than the imperial city!"
He didn't know that this solid wall was smashed by a terrifying lion and ape beast half a year ago, and it was still a new one!
It’s still the same rule that Wang Xian first recognizes people and then enters the Weiling Sect.
Wang Xian didn't ask much. Apart from being surprised by Jing Wuming's young appearance, he just remembered Ye Yigu's appearance and let it go.
Ye Yigu entered the Weiling Sect and his mouth was wide open and he never closed. In his opinion, the environment here is not worse than that of the palace. Under the hazy smoke, rockery, pavilions, towers, lakes, trees... are arranged in a wonderful way, which shocks the minds of mortals.
After entering the cave and worshiping the ancestor Xia Fanchen, the momentum of the statue also deeply shocked Ye Yigu. Then, after passing through the hall, the various royal families, he arranged his residence until the end. Ye Yi's ancient capital was still in the clouds and fog, as if he was dreaming.
Jing Chujie and Jing Xiaoshe came out to pay homage to Jing Wuming, and were both shocked when they saw him young.
Especially Jing Chujie, who was stunned for a long time, came back to her senses.
Jing Wuming took Jing Chuhong and looked at it for a while, his expression was very complicated.
Jing Ge took the opportunity to introduce Ye Yigu to the two women and reported each other's names.
Ye Yigu looked at Jing Chujie and swallowed his saliva secretly, thinking: "Be good, this girl looks so beautiful! She is better than the courtesan of Tianxianglou..."
Jing Wuming suddenly said, "Where is Chu Su, why didn't you see her?"
Jing Chujie whispered: "Master, junior sister hasn't come out since she was in seclusion last time."
"It's been half a year, why haven't you come out yet? You've never been in seclusion before." Jing Wuming frowned, then sighed again, and said, "Forget it, I know she's still blaming me! Let me go see her by myself. Is she in her room or has she found another cave?"
Jing Chujie replied: "In your room."
Jing Wuming nodded and walked towards his residence.
Jing Ge has long missed Jing Chu Su for a long time, so he left Ye Yigu and followed him. Jing Wuming glanced at him and said nothing.
I don’t know how long I have walked, nor how many journeys I have walked... I finally arrived in front of Jing Chusu’s room.
Jing Wuming suddenly felt panic and seemed to lose his strength. He actually turned to Jing Ge next to him. Fortunately, Jing Ge was very powerful, so he was not crushed and supported him steadily.
After a while, no sound was made in the room. Jing Wuming stood still, his voice was a little hoarse, and he said to Jing Ge: "Go and knock on the door!"
Jing Ge knocked on the door and shouted: "Senior Sister, I'm back!" He knocked again. After a long time, no one came to open the door.
Jing Ge looked back at Jing Wuming, and Jing Wuming nodded slightly. Then Jing Ge pushed open the door.
"Squeak-ah--"
A slight dust fell from the door and hit Jing Ge. Jing Ge walked in without waiting for Jing Wuming.
Looking at the abyss-like door, Jing Wuming took a deep breath and then slowly took a step.
As soon as Jing Wuming entered the door, he saw Jing Chusu sitting cross-legged on the bed. He had not seen him for half a year. Jing Chusu was obviously much thinner and his whole body exuded a cold breath.
At this time, Jing Chusu was closing his eyes, expressionless, and motionless. There was a little dust on his head, which seemed to have not moved for a long time.
Jing Ge didn't say anything.
Just as Jing Wuming was about to call her, he saw a piece of white paper on the table, pressed down by an inkstone.
Jing Wuming walked over and picked it up and saw a poem. He looked at the handwriting and dust on the paper. It seemed that he had been writing for a long time, and there were also melted ink marks on it, which were blurred.
Jing Wuming knew that it was probably caused by his daughter's tears falling on it, and he felt a little sad for a moment. He looked at the poem in a narrow glance and saw that she wrote:
"I bury my soul with the earth and apply blood to dye my red makeup. I keep the dead in my heart and say it's heartbroken. God seems unfair, but I look up to the sky. The earth seems unfair, and I finally bury it in my own hands. Since then, I have been hiding, but I am sad now. I don't know what I think of later generations?"
Jing Ge sat down next to Jing Chusu, stared at her, instead of calling her senior sister, but said softly: "Chu Su, have you woken up?"
Jing Chusu finally opened his eyes, looked at Jing Ge coldly, then only glanced at Jing Wuming, and said calmly: "Dad, junior brother, you are back." Then he closed his eyes again.
"Junior brother?" Jing Ge felt distressed and almost cried, "I used to call me Eight Evils!"
When Jing Wuming heard Jing Chusu's words without any emotion, he was shocked: "Chu Su!"
"Is there anything wrong? I'm in seclusion and don't want anyone to disturb me." Jing Chusu was very calm, his voice was still cold, and his eyes did not open again.
"No... it's okay. I'm leaving." Jing Wuming was a little panicked and walked out. Suddenly, he saw the words on the back of the paper on his hand. He quickly looked at it and saw that it was written: "From now on, what I need is strength, not emotion!"
Times of cultivation have passed quickly, and in a flash, another five years have passed.
During these five years, whenever he had the chance, he would take out the mysterious dead grass that Huang Tianhua gave him, waiting for the last leaf to dry up.
But this dead grass is really weird. After so long, it was neither buried nor watered, but the last leaf was tenaciously kept green.
The anxious Jing Ge is still only four years old.
Jing Chuhong, who grew up day by day, is now much taller than Jing Ge, but he still calls him "Brother Jing" instead of Jing Chusu, and often hangs around him.
Jing Chusu seems to be in seclusion forever, occasionally appearing once or twice. The last time Jing Ge met her was a year ago, and she had grown up like an adult. She became more and more beautiful and charming, but her temperament became more and more cold. No one has ever seen her laugh, nor has anyone ever seen her cry. Everyone thinks that with her personality, she will not be immersed in the pain of losing her mother for too long, but they are all wrong.
Jing Ge had looked for her several times, but she was more and more repulsive and eventually she didn't dare to go again.
There has been no news about Lan Xueyan and Lin Fuxiang in the past five years. Jing Ge doesn't care.
Jing Ge was not only thinking about his clone with Jing Chuhong. Now no one is guiding him, it depends on his own guess. Jing Wuming is no longer so cold to him as before. When he asked how to relax his mind and reach a state of meditation, he also unexpectedly gave him some advice.
Jing Xiaoshe grew up a lot and often mocked Jing Ge's shortness. Jing Chujie was originally in the late stage of the Golden Pill. After obtaining the "Pure Spirit Art", the most suitable technique for her, she practiced silently and reached the peak of the late stage of the Golden Pill. Once the opportunity comes, it is just around the corner to form the Nascent Soul.
After Jing Wuming classified the magic weapons obtained from the Holy Eye Cave, he collected the Buddha treasures for himself, divided the ore into two halves, half mixed into his own flying sword, and half mixed into some other ore to refine a flying sword, giving Jing Chusu, who had never had magic weapons.
The dagger was generously given to Jing Chujie, and Jing Wuming was not a little guy.
After Jing Wuming gave the temple a piece of carpet, Jing Xiaoshe happily refined a demon weapon and often talked with Jing Chujie.
Jing Chuhong has always lived like an ordinary child. Jing Wuming planned to wait at least after she was five years old before testing her spiritual roots and teaching her skills. This practice is not the earlier the cultivation, the better. Testing the spiritual roots too early will affect growth and development.
Ye Yigu's cultivation was apart from being much younger, but he had no breakthroughs. He only practiced to the late stage of Qi-induced energization. However, with martial arts, close-knit sneak attacks can solve cultivators below the middle stage of foundation building. Jing Wuming gave him a flying sword casually and was praised as a divine sword and kept it well.
One morning in spring, the wind was light and the clouds were light. In the lush forests of Weiling Sect, Jing Ge hid alone in it.
At this moment, he kept playing with his own sword of life and death. Since he recognized the master with blood, he could easily sacrifice it, but he could not refine it. He could not use any special power except chopping it randomly.
Jing Ge caressed the sword body, his eyes flashing with inexplicable brilliance. In front of him, his clone sat cross-legged, motionless, with no focal length at all, and looked no different from before.
In fact, the clone is gradually changing.
Jing Ge used the methods of cultivation to think about how to increase the power of the purple qi in the clone. He once saw Jing Wuming and others imitating qi, such as condensing metallic spiritual energy into a golden sword. Jing Ge was inspired by this.
Now the purple qi returns to its original origin, which is extremely pure. According to Huang Tianhua's suggestion, Jing Ge did not use purple qi to absorb any spiritual energy. Therefore, the attack power of purple qi is much smaller than before.
Once upon a time, the purple aura became particularly powerful after devouring a large amount of spiritual aura, and the attacks of ordinary innocent energy were somewhat unable to take over him.
Now physical attacks are greatly reduced.
Huang Tianhua means that if purple qi absorbs other energy, it will erode the power of purple qi itself, and it is extremely unfavorable to the growth of the intellectual wisdom of the resentful spirit. If a resentful spirit wants to produce a sound soul, the most important condition is that purple qi is pure.
Only pure spiritual energy can produce spiritual objects.
There are advantages and disadvantages. If the attack power of purple qi is strong, it is necessary to devour other spiritual energy. Once this happens, the souls of the resentful spirits cannot grow.
Jing Ge is now much weaker than Youming Mountain five years ago. If you deal with the ugly bald man, you will definitely not be your opponent.
If resentment turns into spirits, it will be resentful spirits.
After persisting for a whole month, Jing Ge was observing the sword of life and death all the time, feeling its solid and sharp form and artistic conception. Little by little, he deeply imprinted the entire sword into his mind.
He is trying to use purple qi as the basis and to simulate gas and transform substances, depending on whether it is possible.
Since purple qi can transform into clones, it should be fine to transform other things. This is the conclusion that Jing Ge came to after several years of thinking.
When Jing Ge felt that it was almost the same, he took away the sword of life and death, sat down, and thoughts moved, and his clone disappeared immediately and was taken back into his body by Jing Ge.
Then Jing Ge slowly closed his eyes, immersed his mind slowly, gradually became ethereal, and reached a state of meditation.
Chapter completed!