Rebirth is back for you

Jiang Boxi opened the tent of the deputy battalion, and there was nothing but white flowers in front of her eyes. She paused for a moment, then immediately opened the whisk that was stuck upside down at the door, and walked in.

Hua Qingmo in the tent not only had her neck cut off, but also suffered multiple injuries all over her body. She was wrapped in a white cloth like a mummy and lay on her back on the bed.

When Jiang Baixi came in, the wound was almost bandaged, she didn't speak for a moment, she stood by the bed and watched.

Hua Qingmo squinted his eyes, raised his eyebrows at Jiang Baixi and said: "You have a conscience, and you know to care about me."

Jiang Baixi raised his eyebrows back, "You are my commander-in-chief, if you become a fairy, who will I rely on to conquer the world?"

Taoist Master Wuhui wrapped the last piece of white cloth around his hand, casually interjected, "I can't die."

Hua Qingmo: "..."

"I know that you are only interested in profit." Hua Qingmo rolled her eyes in feinted anger, and pointed at Jiang Baixi and said meaningfully: "But it is also thanks to you that you have to rely on this general to conquer the world, so I can keep this head by chance. live."

Jiang Boxi naturally knew what he was talking about, he narrowed his eyes and didn't speak, but turned to look at the actions of Master Wuhui's subordinates, apparently not thinking about it.

Taoist Master Wuhui broke off the white cloth under his hand, tied a beautiful bowknot and admired it for a while, then walked to the sink beside him, washed his hands without raising his head, and asked, "Do you want to ask the two of them... What about the three of them?"

Hua Qingmo blinked when she heard the words, struggled to tilt her head, and asked curiously: "What's the matter?"

Although his face was pale due to blood loss, his complexion was not good, but the demeanor between his eyebrows and eyes was not lost.And growing up together, he knew Jiang Boxi too well, if it wasn't for something bigger than Potian, she wouldn't show her current expression.

And it sounds like it should be related to Jingran, Changsun Qimu and Jin Yang.Although the entanglement of these three people has been widely spread throughout the world, and even children in the streets and alleys can casually talk about it, but Jiang Baixi's recent reaction told Hua Qingmo that the real entanglement between the three of them is absolutely inexhaustible. Not limited to those who are superficial, they should have a deeper involvement.And this kind of involvement is obvious now, except for the person involved and Jing Ran's master, even Jiang Baixi is not very clear about it.

"Don't twist it, it will be broken again in a while." Jiang Baixi glanced at Hua Qingmo, looked sideways at Taoist Master Wuhui, and said, "She is my sister."

Hua Qingmo sat up in shock as she was about to die, and asked with jumpy eyelids: "Who is your sister?"

Jiang Boxi fixed him with his gaze, and then said two words expressionlessly: "Jing Ran."

"Sure enough! Ever since you tried everything possible to bring her back to Ganqiu from Qingyue last year, I knew her... hey! I wanted to say... guessing..." Hua Qingmo wanted to ask too much for a while. Too much, resulting in incoherent speech for a while, but still hurriedly asked with more concern: "What about Jing Yi? Jing Yi is... is it?"

Jiang Boxi naturally knew what he wanted to ask, but he didn't answer, because the Taoist priest without answer had already dried his hands and walked out.

"Leaving for Beijing tomorrow." She said briefly to Hua Qingmo, then turned and followed.

He naturally knew what he was doing when he set off to return to Beijing, Hua Qingmo rolled his eyes, he didn't let him go even after he was like this.

Ganqiu's camp is located on the slopes of the Yimapingchuan plain, surrounded by vast grass, and the purple long grass swaying with the wind everywhere, has a kind of gentle and solemn beauty.

The two stood on the undulating high slope, the long and neat black Taoist robes of Taoist Wuhui were blown up by the wind, which made him look very different from his usual sloppy appearance at this moment, and he undoubtedly deserved the title of the world's number one Taoist master up.

Jiang Boxi remained silent for a while, and finally asked first: "How sure are you that you can come back alive?"

"Do you know what they are going to do?" The Taoist Master Wuhui looked like a gentle and kind old man, turning his head to look at Jiang Boxi slightly.

"I don't know." Jiang Boxi looked at the endless weeds, "I only care about whether they can come back."

"It's not them, it's her." Daoist Wuhui glanced at the direction of the Zhongjun camp, squinted his eyes and said, "But it's the same, if that stinky girl can't come back..."

He didn't continue talking, but Jiang Boxi pursed his lips, and said with a restrained voice: "Is this the only way?"

The Taoist priest of Wuhui sneered slightly, not knowing whether he was laughing at Jiang Baixi's fearlessness of the unknown, or at the stubbornness and impermanence of destiny. The world dominated by it struggled like ants, but it was always difficult to escape.

"The gods are the gods that have been passed down from ancient times. Its ancestors used to live forever without being sick or old. But even today, even though the noble bloodlines still have psychic powers, they can go through reincarnation without dying. , but it still shows that it has withered to some extent.”

The voice of Taoist Master Wuhui was faint and indistinct in the breeze, Jiang Baixi listened quietly:

"So the ancestors thousands of years ago could not reverse the destiny and live forever, let alone today's descendants go against and fight against the destiny. To have such a method is also to fight against the sky."

"And what that stinky girl wants to do is to strip away the source of this imposition."

Jiang Baixi thought for a while, and half understood, "How to remove it?"

"The gods have been passed down from generation to generation by the spiritual veins, and Lai Tianding has the three veins of psychic power, and the young master and the goddess have the destiny to protect the clan, live and die together. Since this destiny is attached to the spirit Above the power inheritance, it means that the method of stripping the source of the spiritual power in the body can be used, that is, the method of actively removing the spiritual power in the body, to remove this destiny together." There is no answer and he looks at the Tianshan Mountain in the distance On the first line, he said calmly word by word.

Jiang Baixi was startled, and asked, "Can it be removed?"

Although she doesn't know the gods very well, she also knows that this mysterious and unpredictable spiritual art is determined by a predetermined spiritual inheritance. If it can be removed artificially, it will be different from defying the sky.

"Yes." The voice of Taoist Master Wuhui fell silent, "There is a place in Lingshan called Xiling Pool. As the name suggests, those who enter the pool can only come out unless their muscles and bones are regenerated and their flesh and blood are rebuilt—"

"Nine deaths and a lifetime."

Jiang Baixi raised his eyebrows and asked, "Since there is a washing pond, why haven't you tried it?"

Daoist Wuhui suddenly smiled, and said: "Xilingchi is the supreme forbidden place of the gods, hidden in the illusion of Lingshan, if it is not for the power of the sky, it is difficult to open, and it has been evaded for thousands of years. No one knows about it, and it is only guarded by the young master of each generation, following the destiny."

Jiang Boxi listened quietly, because she had a hunch that it was more than that.

Sure enough, Taoist Master Wuhui continued: "The function of washing the spirit pool is actually to execute the highest punishment of the gods. Tens of thousands of years ago, when the ancestors of the gods were still alive, the young master at that time was sent to the prison for the crime of the clan. The Spirit Washing Pond never came out again, and the ashes and smoke disappeared, and the soul died for nine days, so after this catastrophe, the descendants of the gods have never lived forever, and gradually become no different from ordinary people."

The ancestors who lived thousands of years ago were never able to walk out of that place, and were wiped out, let alone the descendants today.It is said that it is a narrow escape, but it is actually looking for death.

Jiang Baixi pursed his lower lip tightly, and after a long silence, asked in a low voice: "Then how about leaving here according to Changsun Qimu's method?"

There was a trace of melancholy on the face of Taoist Master Wuhui, and he said: "This is something that I and that little girl could think of, and there was no other way. And that stinky girl was sent to another world once. Since she is determined not to If she is willing to use this method, there must be her reasons and considerations."

Jiang Baixi couldn't say anything more. After a long silence, he suddenly asked: "It means that only she and Jin Yang can go, and both of them have to wash off their spiritual veins? Changsun Qimu can't go?"

"The lineage of the Palm God Palace has always been born to restrain the Palm Life Palace. The source of the spiritual veins in that little girl's body will have a great impact and fluctuation on the two of them, making the two of them get twice the result with half the effort, let alone when they are trying to survive. So Not only can she not follow, but the farther away from Lingshan the better."

After waiting for a while, seeing that Master Wu Dao only answered the last question and ignored the first one, Jiang Boxi immediately turned his head and glanced at him.

The Taoist Master Wuhui turned a blind eye to her glance, looked up at the huge gorgeous sun in the sky, then turned his head and left without saying hello.

Jiang Baixi didn't stop him, he had already said enough, there was still something he didn't understand.

Washing the spirit, since the gods are the descendants of the gods, it is so honorable to have psychic powers. Now if you want to wash away this spiritual power, even if you can survive nine deaths, you will be no different from ordinary people from now on.Even if Jing Ran is willing to do this for the sake of his eldest grandson, for freedom and love, how unfair and even cruel this method is to a person as proud as Jin Yang.

So it can be imagined that even in the beginning, even in the previous two lives that had died, even if Jing Ran knew about this method, he never did it, and never wanted to pull Jin Yang to try it.

But now, rather than saying that there is no other way, rather than saying that it is selfish, it is better to say that it is a complete relief between the three of them, a complete release.

Therefore, it is difficult to have both in the world in ancient times, so why live up to the Tathagata and live up to the Qing.

Jing Ran in front of the big tent of the Chinese army still stood quietly at the door, neither saying a word nor moving.

Luo Xi, who came out after delivering lunch, stayed at the border all the time, and never ran around with his eldest grandson Qimu, so he didn't know what happened, so he approached Jing Ran in a low voice and said in a low voice, "My son, you... you still go with Let the princess say more good things, she loves you so much, she is the softest towards you, and she is reluctant to let you stay outside and starve outside."

Jing Ran gave a low "hmm", and after Luo Xi left, she resumed her drooping look, and Qing Tang, who was watching in the dark, sighed deeply.The majestic young master of the god family, the eldest son of Ganqiu, the son of Prince Qingyue Deqin, has never shown such an appearance of being bullied and irritated, and has never really been so helpless and timid towards a person.

But rather...

Qingtang hadn't finished expressing his emotions when a figure of immortality descended from the sky, and the Taoist priest shook his beard and shouted: "Stinky girl, you're worthless!"

Jing Ran glanced at him and said expressionlessly, "It's time to cut your beard."

Daoist Wuhui stared at him immediately, cursed and reminded: "How long do you want to dawdle, hurry up and meet and leave!"

Qingtang's expression froze, he certainly knew a thing or two about the inside story, but has it come to such an emergency?

Jiang Boxi, who had just walked over, paused when he heard the words, and glanced into the tent thoughtfully.

Jing Ran lowered her eyebrows, said nothing, and there was no movement from inside the curtain.

Daoist Wuhui swept his sleeves angrily, and said grinningly: "She won't let you in, if you don't, you'll be fine!"

His movements are very familiar, exactly the same as when they tore down the roofs of those palaces on Yue Mi Mountain: "..."

Just as Jing Ran dispelled his strength, his body was suddenly swept into the hall by the waist.