Lord Sword Immortal will not be defeated

Chapter 19 Ling Yueer

Qing Chi was startled: "You know I'm leaving?"

"You tested all the way, tried one after another, and then found me such a... bodyguard, you are not afraid that I will be bored, are you? The whereabouts of Master Jingyuan is still unknown. You have a deep relationship with him, so it must be difficult to wait for news. "

"Hey! Smart!" Qing Chi took out a yellowed booklet and handed it to Wang Li, and immediately got up: "Since you know it well, then I won't beat around the bush. You go home all the way, as long as you don't deliberately Going the wrong way is basically not dangerous, and I am really worried about Jingyuan. I am very satisfied with the performance of the boy, and with this cat, the danger is even smaller. You don’t have to worry about meeting special strong enemies. You have left means on your body to protect your life."

Wang Li also stood up and bowed in salute: "Thank you for your care, Master! But I still have a question."

"Speak."

"Master, if the disciple chose to kill her just now, what would you do?"

"The poor monk will take back the sword formula, wash away all your memories about the sword formula, and then throw you back." After Qing Chi said, he sighed quietly, "The poor monk said long ago that this world is a sea of ​​suffering. But the sea of ​​suffering Among them, it may not be impossible to produce pure flowers. If you don’t distinguish between right and wrong, and make judgments without knowing the truth and falsehood, then no matter how good and lofty your ambitions are, it will only make this world continue to be chaotic and difficult to be peaceful. In this way, If the poor monk passes on your sword formula again, isn’t it helping the evildoer?”

When Wang Li heard this, he looked stunned, but in fact, he had already expected this in his heart.

Qingchi, an old monk who became a monk halfway, is obviously different from other monks in Bailong Temple.At least Master Jingyuan became a monk since he was a child, so he didn't have so many ideas and tricks as Qingchi.

"In addition, according to the poor monk, you can train your body for at most a hundred days and you will be able to directly enter the realm of refining qi. At that time, you must not slack off in practicing sword arts. Otherwise, if you are slow today, you may achieve nothing in the future. This is a farewell. I don’t know when we will see you next time, and maybe we don’t know when we will see each other forever. If you have the heart, you will come to Bailong Temple as a guest in the future, and just drop by to see the poor monk.”

"Master..."

"Okay, stop talking nonsense, take care of yourself! Poor monk go!" After saying that, his figure turned into a ball of golden light and fled away, almost disappearing at the end of his vision in the blink of an eye.

Wang Li looked into the distance quietly, feeling a little disappointed in his heart.

From now on, apart from growing lotuses every step of the way, there is no longer any obvious trace of Bailong Temple on his body.

It might be too much to say that he is free. After all, apart from the established rules and regulations, Bailong Temple, Jingyuan and Qingchi did not deliberately restrict and restrain him.

However, in front of them, Wang Li still restrained himself and even acted out.

After all, they are elders and strong, and any action will have a great influence on his future.

more aptly.

Leaving Bailong Temple meant that he no longer had to worry about being a monk, and began to truly belong to his own life.

Qing Chi's departure now means that he does not need to have any burdens now, and can make his own decisions according to his own heart.

back.

I saw the cat demon staring at him with burning eyes.

But because of the demon spirit curse, the cat demon can't do him any harm, and he can't even have any thoughts, otherwise there will be backlash immediately.

Therefore, Wang Li was not worried or frightened.

He turned his head to look around the ruined temple and the roof full of holes, and said, "Can you repair houses?"

The cat demon is well aware of his current situation. First, he was hit repeatedly by someone he thought he could trust, and then he was oppressed by the old monk Qingchi and dared not move. Now, because of the demon spell, his life and death are controlled by Wang Li.

Besides, maybe the old monk is hiding around and observing secretly at this time, and she doesn't have the idea and strength to jump back.

So, she sniffed, wiped her eyes, shook her head and said crisply: "No. But I have my own place."

Wang Li's eyes lit up: "Is it far?"

The cat demon shook his head: "Not far, more than 20 miles."

"go!"

Wang Li raised his sword and stood up, walking out of the ruined temple first.

He doesn't have any liking for ruined temples, which are high-risk buildings in the mountains, because all kinds of inexplicable accidents and troubles will always occur in such places.Isn't that the case with cat demons and scholars?

The cat demon froze for a moment, then quickened his pace and followed closely behind.She also didn't want to stay in the ruined temple any longer, it would only remind her of the previous filth.

However, following Wang Li, she was still in a trance, and often even looked dazed.

This was normal, the demon spirit spell bound her and Wang Li tightly together, it seemed impossible to think about freedom in the future.

Looking at Wang Li's back, she couldn't help frowning slightly.I heard from the old monk that this young man can complete body training in just a hundred days, and such a monk can be considered a genius, but he kills people without blinking an eye at such a young age, so I don't know if he can get along well.

If I had known today, I shouldn't have been impatient back then, and hurried down the mountain as soon as I took shape.

The cat demon felt a little regretful, and then couldn't help but think of Xiucai, so he couldn't help gritting his teeth, like an angry kitten.

"what's your name?"

Wang Li spoke suddenly, and the cat demon was dazed.

"Ling Yueer."

"Ling Yue'er? Did you choose the name yourself?"

"Well, I live in Lingyun Mountain, so my surname is Ling. Yue'er was taken by me after I opened my spiritual wisdom."

"Where are your parents?"

"I haven't seen it. I have lived alone since I was a child."

"Your talent should be pretty good."

"My blood seems to be okay."

"What race are you?"

"The civet cat is a race that once produced the demon king."

"Demon King? What realm?"

"I don't know, maybe it's like a fairy of the human race?"

Chatting along the way, Wang Li learned a lot of information that he didn't know before from the cat demon Ling Yueer.

The inheritance of the monster race is different from that of the human race. They obviously have an advantage in this regard. Using blood as the carrier of inheritance can at least ensure that future generations will not be lost to all living beings because they have no way to practice.

Ling Yue'er only lived as an ordinary kitten for less than half a year. After awakening, she got the method of racial inheritance and immediately started to practice. Her blood talent is indeed good. In just a hundred years, she established a foundation and transformed into a human form.

Based on the analogy between the life span of a civet and that of a human race, she is actually younger than Wang Li, about the same as a 12-year-old human loli.

Of course, the practical significance of doing this comparison is not great.

Otherwise, she wouldn't go down the mountain to find a scholar.

Her knowledge of scholars comes from the story books she read carefully after going down the mountain in the past. She always feels that those stories are very beautiful and fascinating. Although most of them have sad endings, there are always demons who feel that they will It's the special one.

Therefore, Wang Li wondered whether those who wrote the story deliberately used this to lure those young and ignorant little monsters, but this possibility was unlikely.Because most scholars usually have no power to restrain chickens, there is a high probability that doing so will outweigh the gains.If this is a trick, the scholar should be replaced by a little Taoist priest or other practitioners.

For example, launch a movie called Hua Qiangu.

Typical human and non-human, mixed with the taboos of master and disciple, wouldn't it stimulate those little banshees even more?
(End of this chapter)