blood contract

Before Lingling could speak, Dongfang Rouyin stuck her head toward the window and looked at the person. As her name suggests, she had a square face and thick eyebrows. She asked the person, "Do you understand the rules?"

The man glanced at Dongfang Rouyin and his eyes stayed on the red-haired boy opposite her.

He turned over his hand and took out an object, saying, "This is the eight glazed bird's claws."

Dongfang Rouyin saw that this thing was a bit novel and looked at Lingling with excitement.

Can or not?

"No." Lingling shook his head and replied: "This thing was acceptable two months ago, but now, it is unacceptable."

The implication is to tell everyone that I, Lingling, have become stronger again! The treasure needs to be better to be worthy of it.

"You..." Fang Weiyong's face turned livid. Don't blame me. He pointed at Lingling and said, "It's not up to you to decide whether it's okay or not."

After saying that, he threw out the eight glazed bird claws in his hand.

Swish!

The shadow of the knife flashed past, and when the glazed eight-bird claw that came towards Lingling quickly reached Lingling's head, it snapped into two pieces and fell on the dining table.

Dongfang Rouyin was secretly shocked. She didn't see clearly when Lingling drew the sword. Sure enough, she had become stronger again!

The more I look at her, the more my heart aches. God is unfair, why should she be born a girl?

Obviously the man was also quite surprised. Seeing his beloved treasure cut into two pieces, he began to feel heartbroken and couldn't speak clearly, "You...spit it on me!"

"What, what are you throwing up at? Our food?" Dongfang Rouyin teased him and took out his temper on this person, "Are you disgusting? You are a pervert, get away."

Then, he asked Lingling in a low voice, "Is this person powerful?"

Lingling instantly understood what she meant, "If you compete with me but ignore my rules, you should teach this person a lesson for me."

Hearing this, Dongfang Rouyin's eyes lit up and he jumped out of the window.

I haven't hit anyone for a long time, and my hands are itchy. You can't watch others progress while you stand still.

The sound of swords clashing was heard, and Lingling continued to eat. After a while, the man's miserable howl was heard. After finishing his meal, Lingling wiped his mouth, paid his silver and walked out of the tavern.

From then on, Dongfang Rouyin 'acted' as Lingling's thug. Any challenger would first pass her and then compete with Lingling in martial arts.

Actual combat can best hone martial arts skills and human will.

After one month, Dongfang Rouyin's cultivation has improved a lot, and with the guidance of Lingling, she has a vague feeling that she will reach the third level of freedom.

... ...

In the dead of night, Lingling put on the isolation note and released the sound of Sanji. To her surprise, Sanji looked calm and calm at every turn.

"Baby, you are willing to let me out! Where is the thing you promised?"

Lingling didn't answer, but directly interjected: "Let's discuss something!"

Shuan Ji knew that this girl had some evil ideas, so she wanted to listen to what he had to say. She curled up into a ball calmly and said quietly: "Tell me about it?"

Lingling turned his hand, and a short sword with two snake wings appeared on the table, and said: "Be my sword spirit's teacher."

"What?" No matter how good-tempered Xianji was, he still had a bad temper, "What do you think I am? Dao Ling, a low-ranking little spirit species, is also admired by me... oh..."

The dagger automatically flicked its tail, sending Ruinji flying and sticking to the soundproof wall.

This sudden jerk, although not painful, was extremely insulting and made San Ji confused for a moment.

Yo ho! This sword spirit doesn't have strong spiritual awareness, but it has quite a temper!

Lingling gently stroked the black blade and said: "It doesn't know how great you are. Please be more considerate... You are still young and need a teacher... What, you want its eyes? No, how can you do that without someone's consent?" Taking it randomly... No, you can't just think about killing, we are civilized people..."

Listening to Lingling's words, it seems that he is communicating with the sword spirit.

With the clear sound of a sharp blade being unsheathed, Lingling shouted sternly, "Come back."

The short sword stagnated in the air, and the blade turned with a 'swish' and sank into the scabbard on its own.

"..." The moment the black sword was sheathed, Ruan Ji felt a trace of Hongmeng Qi, pure and long-lasting.

Could it be that there is a world of its own in the scabbard? If that's the case, wouldn't it mean that if I practice there for one day, I would practice for several years outside? Then, then, wouldn't I be able to quickly return to my original appearance?

Step on the crimson air and fly to the sky! The day of transforming into a dragon is just around the corner!

"Baby, please answer a few questions for me." Xiuji sat down anywhere, with his little paws on his side and his arms.

Lingling: "You ask."

Ruan Ji nodded and asked, "Does the scabbard have its own world?"

"Yes." Lingling answered on behalf of Dao Ling.

Ruan Ji asked again: "Is the energy of this world infinite?"

"...Yes. Why are you asking this, you stinky loach?"

Ruanji controlled his excitement and didn't care about it, "As a teacher, what good do I have?

Lingling suppressed her laughter and replied on behalf of Dao Ling: "It would be nice to give you a place to live. I love teaching or not. With my qualifications as a monk, if I fight a few games and kill a few people, I will be promoted immediately."

"Your name is Omda! How old are you?"

"It doesn't know. It only lasted more than a month before I woke it up." Lingling knew this and answered directly.

"Hahaha! Don't be angry, this is nothing to be ashamed of." Lingling smiled and comforted Daoling Manda.

Sure enough, he is still a child at heart. Ruan Ji crawled back to the table and pointed at the black knife, "Has it been sleeping all this time? Or is it still a newly born spiritual consciousness?" He asked as he looked at the knife carefully.

The knife and scabbard are all black, and the handle is made of two snakes entwined with their tails. The wings of the two snakes form a "swastika"-shaped knife grid. The snake's head extends to both sides of the scabbard and bites the scabbard tightly. Upon closer inspection, the two snakes seem to be living creatures. Their scales are bright and hard, and their eyes are tightly closed. The entire knife contains an ancient and mysterious atmosphere.

It is indeed a good knife!

"I know!" Lingling said: "Omda asked me to tell you that you have too many questions and it is very annoying. In one sentence, it will ask you if you are willing."

Ruanji Laocheng said: "It's not impossible to become its teacher, but I have three requirements!"

"What's the request?" Lingling asked.

"First, I am only responsible for teaching, and I only teach it once. Whether it learns or not depends on you; second, if you need me to take action, you need to pay separately; third, when I want to leave, you must pay me back unconditionally. Freedom." Ruan Ji said.

"One and three are no problem, but for the second one, why do you think I should pay you to let you live and eat for free to help you recover your true form in advance, and you want to pay me for it... Do you think you are now Do you have the right to choose? I am respecting you when I discuss this with you. You really treat yourself as a person!" Lingling rolled her eyes at it, picked up the tea cup and leaned on the chair to drink.

"...You little baby, after you promised to help you last time, you returned my eye. However, you have not kept your promise and I have not argued with you about this matter. You have become serious with me... Who knew you Will you deceive me again this time?"

"Hmph!" Lingling frowned coldly, "It's not that some loach has bad intentions in his heart. How could I not repay it? I'm just protecting myself."

"..." Suanji was speechless for a moment, but he didn't expect that his plan to use Hongmeng's energy to restore his true body and his previous plan to get the eyeballs to harm her were all guessed by this kid.

Does that mean she actually knew about my eyes? You're just teasing me all the time... It's hateful, it's really hateful!

Thinking of this, Ruan Ji's single eye suddenly lit up when he looked at Lingling.

Ping!

Lingling dropped the tea cup in his hand to the ground, and his pupils instantly dilated. Just when he was in a raging flame, a crisp cracking sound immediately sounded, the surrounding flames fell apart, and the images scattered like glass fragments.

After regaining consciousness, Lingling saw that Omda had already taken out the sheath and the tip of the knife was pressed against the neck of Ruan Ji.

The snake heads on both sides of the blade were like living creatures at this time. The snake heads stood up, and the eyes that were originally closed suddenly opened. The red eyes glowed like blood-colored gems. There were dense lines of inscriptions on the entire body of the black blade. , there is a constant buzzing sound.

"You, you, you, you, too..." Rui Ji was dumbfounded, "You are not a sword spirit, you are a heroic spirit."

The monks use themselves or treasures to warm up the magic weapon, which becomes the monk's natal magic weapon. If a little will is born during this process, it is called a soul.

The weapon has a soul, and cannot be used even if others take it. Later, if the soul is born, the magic weapon will have its own consciousness and can communicate with the master's soul. In actual combat, the cooperation with the master will be more tacit, and then it will follow its own As the consciousness strengthens, a ray of soul can be born, which can be practiced by oneself. Over time, it can be transformed into a human form with a weapon and become a heroic spirit.

Transforming the weapon into a heroic spirit is a long-cherished wish of many monks for their magical weapon, because as the heroic spirit becomes stronger, it can be said that the weapon becomes a spiritual treasure and will become a kind of magical weapon and treasure in the future.

Lingling's eyes suddenly turned cold, and due to his negligence, he almost hit this bastard.

She said to Omda: "What you said before is right. Without you this time, I would really have fallen into its hands. Cut this old loach down!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the tip of the knife was about to cut across the neck of Ruan Ji.

Ruan Ji raised his two beards and shouted, "Wait! I will listen to you in everything."

~~

Six Middle Regions, Taizhen Domain, Heavenly Zhou Kingdom.

Don’t pick up lost things on the road, don’t close your door at night, keep away ghosts and ghosts, enjoy peace, and live in peace and prosperity. The one who can really do this is not the royal family, but the real ruler behind the royal family, the Xianmen Taoist - Tianzong Pavilion.

Tianzong Pavilion generally does not interfere with the mundane affairs of the world, and will only come forward to manage the affairs of the twelve realms of cultivating immortals.

Its realm is separated from the mortal realm by a barrier to prevent ordinary people from straying into the fairy mountain and being trapped and die in it. People who want to worship in the Immortal Mountain must pass the annual spirit testing ceremony before being selected into the sect and becoming an outer disciple.

On the laurel moon in August, Jingzong City, the capital of Tianzhou Kingdom, was bustling with activity. Taoist temples were full of incense, and common people also set up incense stands to burn incense and worship their ancestors. They prayed for peace and prosperity, good weather and good weather, and congratulated the emperor on the birth of Lin'er from heaven.

"The grand ceremony of the Immortal Taoist Sect is really different from the world. Look there...someone is dancing to worship the immortals...look there, there are people preaching and talking about Taoism..." Dongfang Rouyin kept chattering excitedly, finding everything novel and interesting. I bought a bunch of snacks and kept looking around, buying this and that.

Lingling was dressed in a gray gray robe and a bamboo hat on his head, and followed Tang Rouyin with a smile in his eyes.

"Ugly, ugly..."

"Kill this ugly monster..."

"Disgusting guy, get out of here..."

Not far away, there were shouts and curses that were incompatible with this grand ceremony.

A group of seven- and eight-year-old children in gorgeous clothes kept picking up stones and throwing them at a big man in the corner. The big man had a bulging back but was protecting a small yellow puppy in his arms.

A man and a dog were huddled in the corner, shivering, not daring to resist.

Lingling frowned slightly, and just as he was about to move, a little girl grabbed a corner of his robe and said, "Brother, don't go, or you will get into big trouble."

The speaker was a little girl about six years old. Her clothes were shabby but very clean. Her pale little face had no color. Her thin little hands pulled Lingling's robe, and she quickly let go as if she was frightened.

Lingling knelt down, looked level with the girl, and asked, "Is it because they are the children of princes and noble families that no one dares to take care of them?"

The girl's eyes widened, obviously surprised as to why she knew about it. She nodded and said, "One of those children is Leng Chan, the nephew of King Anjing, and Xiang Mingrong, the young master of Ping Xianhou."

"Do you know what the hunchback is called?"

"He, his name is Wumaze. Xiao Huang is an abandoned dog he took in two days ago. Someone was bullying Xiao Huang just now. Brother Ze stepped forward to stop him, but unexpectedly..." The little girl whispered timidly: "Brother Ze, although He's not very good-looking, but he is a very, very good person."

Lingling smiled grimly, touched the little girl's head, and asked in a gentle voice: "My name is Lingling, what is your name?"

"Bitch, untouchable, Tong Fei." The little girl was flattered, and the nobleman asked her name.

"Lingling," Dongfang Rouyin came over and looked at the little girl curiously and asked, "Who is she? Do you know her?"

Lingling turned her head and tapped the group of children in the corner with her chin, and Dongfang Rouyin understood.

With an angry look on her face, she stuffed the little girl with all the snacks in her hand, which made the little girl look confused and her hands shaking a little.

"Little girl, don't be afraid, these things are all for you, sister will give you a good show now." Dongfang Rouyin raised her chin and smiled very proudly.

Tong Fei was confused: "..."

Dongfang Rouyin flipped her hand and threw out a charm.

A plume of green smoke rose up, and a green-faced and fanged Yaksha suddenly ran out. The frightened children screamed, "Wow, there are monsters!" They rolled and crawled away.

The people around him had not seen such a scene for a long time, and they were frightened and scattered around.

Tong Fei was so frightened that he froze on the spot, his feet trembling.

Seeing this scene, Dongfang Rouyin waved to take back the illusion talisman, and clapped her hands with a proud look on her face, "It's done."

... ...

Xinhe Building, in a private room.

Four monks in robes were drinking and chatting.

"Senior Brother Pei Xuan, if you pass this trial, you will be an inner disciple. I will ask Senior Brother Pei Xuan to take care of you when the time comes."

PEI Live that happy look.

The three of them looked at each other, raised their wine glasses, and said in respect, "Yes, yes, Senior Brother Pei Xuan said yes."

"Drinking, let's respect Senior Brother Pei first."

"Yes, yes. Senior Brother Pei, please!"

The three of them drank together.