blood coagulation

"Xianjin..." Wenling stared at the front with slack eyes, whispering softly to herself.

"Senior Sister?" Shang Yun stroked her hand and called her softly.

Wenling held Shang Yun instead, turned to look at her, "Yun'er, where is Xianjin?"

"Xianjin?" Shang Yun thought for a while and looked towards the southeast of the bamboo house, frowning and whispering, "Father once told me that Xianjin is surrounded by mountains and is at the easternmost end of the plain. It's probably in that direction!"

Wen Ling looked in the direction Shang Yun was pointing at, and the bamboo flute beside her was suddenly taken off. She asked with a choked voice, "Then, is Song Fei's territory?"

"Song Fei? Oh, yes! It's under the jurisdiction of King Hu Song Fei." Shang Yun looked at her puzzled, "Senior Sister, what's wrong? Is there anything wrong?"

"I want to meet Song Fei." Wen Ling firmly looked towards the southeast, with some flames in his eyes.

"You can't even get out of the valley, how can you find him?" Shang Yun looked at her worriedly.

Wenling thought for a while and asked, "Yun'er, do you know the Binyuan tribe on the grassland?"

"Binyuan? That's a savage tribe, senior sister, why are you asking this?" Shang Yun looked at Wenling in surprise, and continued, "I heard that King Khan in Binyuan is fatuous and shameless, and insults women at will. What I like, I will take it. His warriors are all big and strong, and the army is strong. Except for the prostitutes, almost no women are willing to contact the men on Binyuan."

"Is King Binyuan Khan called Yingwu?" Wen Ling's voice trembled almost unreal.

"I don't know, it seems to be called Wu." Shang Yun looked at Wenling worriedly, "Senior Sister, are you okay?"

"I'm fine." Wen Ling shook her head, patted her cheek to force herself to wake up, "Yun'er, how do you know so much?"

"You ask how I know this?" Shang Yun thought for a while and said, "Before I came here, I traveled many places. I passed by Honglin once, and I heard it from a hawker. Because Binyuan and Honglin are relatively close, King Khan often They had fun there. Women in Honglin don’t wear women’s clothing, and almost everyone except the gangsters dressed themselves up in disgrace. From then on, I started to wear men’s clothing to protect myself.”

Wen Ling looked at her and smiled coquettishly, "Yun'er is so pretty, even in men's clothes, she can't hide her beauty."

"Senior Sister, you are making fun of her." Shang Yun said shyly, his face flushed slightly.

Wen Ling, who was in joy, buried deep thoughts.She vaguely remembered that Queen Wali and her husband were buried under a tree in the woods east of the King Khan's tent. She used a knife to carve a circle and a triangle on that tree.The circle is the mother and the triangle is the father.This is Wali's last wish. Even if she dies, she does not want to be found easily, lest future generations miss her and bury her under the tree.At this moment, Wen Ling really wanted to go to worship, but now is not the time.So she silently opened the music book and watched it quietly.

Everything seems to be back to the time when he first came to the bottom of the valley, Shang Yun practiced the sword and needles, Wen Ling read the music score, and the white tiger with a hanging neck would occasionally appear by the abandoned lake.Strange to say, even though Wen Ling lost her spiritual power, Bai Hu was still very close to her.That is probably another kind of magic power that is born with it besides spiritual power.Maybe it's kindness, or maybe it's something else.

Wen Ling sat in the bamboo forest, playing the bamboo flute quietly, joyful and light, with a trace of regret.The music is smooth and pleasant, attracting many birds to stop and enjoy.Occasionally, when the voice of worry broke out, Asuka would always chirp back to her.It seems to feel the same, but also seems to regret and pity.

Wen Ling started to practice the music score from the next chapter, and after mastering the music score, she practiced her mind in the forest with her legs crossed.After a few days, there seemed to be an orange light in her eyes, which was the true energy overflowing from her dantian.She breathed heavily, controlling the sudden qi again and again.

The bamboo flute waited quietly, combining mind and method, and the movement played by the bamboo flute suppressed Wen Ling's uncontrollable true energy.The syllables seemed to have life in her hands, dancing slowly.One day, two days, Wen Ling practiced more and more skillfully.

The bamboo forest wasn't wide enough, so she turned around and started practicing by the abandoned lake.The surface of the lake trembles with the movement, the quick shots are heroic, the slightest ripples turn the lake surface, the slow shots are Jingyi, and the wind around Wen Ling is stirred, forming a round wind shield, surrounding her.The movement is running fast, the lake is full of waves, and a whirlpool is formed in the center of the lake. The bigger the whirl, the movement ends, the wind shield breaks, and the whirlpool explodes.It was a kind of harmful force without warning, a sudden attack, no one would let it go, if someone was there, they would be injured if they were not killed.

Wen Ling looked at the dead fish floating on the lake, couldn't hide her surprise, closed her eyes, and remained silent for a while.He jumped into the lake and fished them all up.She lost her spiritual power, although her lightness kung fu could not prevent dripping, but it was still enough not to sink.

She found a clean place by the lake, picked up some waste bamboo as a shovel, and dug a hole.After burying the dead fish, she knelt in front of the pit with her knees together, closed her eyes, and rested.On the clothes covered with lake water, some mud was pasted on them, which looked very dirty.She ignored it, just knelt quietly, meditating, thinking.

"Little girl, how are you? Are you satisfied with the power of Huanyun Shentan Song?" Feng Xuanzi walked from a place he didn't want to, and stopped in front of Wen Ling, the shadow covered Wen Ling's body .

Wen Ling slowly opened his eyes, and glanced at the fish pit, with a little regret and intolerance in his eyes.She raised her lips lightly and said, "The power of killing life cannot be underestimated."

"That's because you have too much hatred!" Feng Xuanzi raised his voice slightly, "There are two sides to everything. If you have hatred in your heart, it is a killer move. If you have sincerity and kindness in your heart, it is a cleansing move. Cleanse your heart. Wash it all away."

Wenling closed her eyes again, sighed and said softly, "If you can be honest, kind and complete, without hate and love, then you are not human. Maybe time can dilute all this, but now I can't easily get away from it." .”

"I won't force you, and no one will force you. Your life is yours, and you can use it as you please. What you do for the teacher is just to prolong the life of Cen Rong's flesh and blood. If it is really destined to be short-lived, then there is no way." After finishing speaking, Feng Xuanzi turned around and wanted to leave, but just took two steps and turned back as if thinking of something, and asked, "Do you know why this music book is called Huanyun Shentan Song?"

"I don't know." Wen Ling replied in a low voice.

"Illusion is a variable. This song will have the power of the abyss when practiced to the highest level. Maybe only you in this world can turn the abyss into heaven." Feng Xuanzi said slowly.

"Master." Wen Ling exhaled slowly, calling him softly, "Did you compose this song for your mother?"

"Yes and no." Feng Xuanzi looked at Wenling and said playfully, "This song was completed after you came, and it is the completion of your family."

After all, Feng Xuanzi sat cross-legged against Wen Ling and said, "Forget it, I will accompany you as a teacher."

The corners of Wen Ling's mouth rose slightly, kneeling by the lake, and said softly, "Master, thank you."

"As long as you are alive, Cen Rong is not dead." Feng Xuanzi looked at the lake with regret, holding his knees with his hands in a meditation posture.

Wen Ling's eyes were red, and she took a deep breath.She had already lost too much in her previous life, and she didn't want to have any regrets in this life.She held the bamboo flute tightly, closed her eyes, and adjusted her breath.