Chapter 620: Mingling Mirror
Yun Qingqing had a blank expression on her face. She raised her hand and a zither appeared. The light from her fingertips plucked the strings, and the ghost cultivator's soul suddenly covered its head and screamed in pain.
"What is this...Ah!!! Stop playing!"
Yun Qingqing remained indifferent and continued to pluck Liufang's strings. The sound of the zither was rapid and sonorous like the sound of metal clashing.
The ghost cultivator's soul felt as if his head was about to explode. Although he had no physical body, he still had a splitting headache. His soul gathered and dispersed, and the shrill and terrifying ghost howls echoed throughout the valley, making those who heard it terrified.
Everyone outside the barrier watched this scene, their eyelids twitching. They didn't know what Yun Qingqing was doing, so they could only wait silently.
The ghost cultivator's howling gradually became quieter, and suddenly a faint white light appeared from between his eyebrows, and Yun Qingqing finally stopped playing the piano.
She took out a talisman, made some hand gestures, and a golden light appeared on her fingertips. She carefully entered the talisman with a white light hidden in it, and then she put the zither away.
The ghost cultivator in the air seemed to be gathering and dispersing, and he was already extremely weak. Yun Qingqing glanced at him without sympathy, took out another talisman, and put it away.
After doing all this, she raised her hand to remove the barrier, turned to look at Master Songhe, and raised the talisman in her hand.
Master Song He suddenly had an idea and his eyes widened:
"This is... Junior Brother Cuiying?"
Yun Qingqing nodded, glanced at Cuiying's body lying on the ground, and handed the talisman over:
"The soul is already very weak, but at least it hasn't disappeared. If you take good care of it, it will wake up one day."
Upon hearing this, Master Song He was excited. He carefully took the talisman and put it away. His eyes changed when he looked at Yun Qingqing:
"Senior, we, the Changliu disciples, will always remember your kindness and generosity!"
As he spoke, he bowed respectfully, and the other elders and elite disciples behind him also followed suit.
At this moment they were convinced. No matter how young the girl looked, she had actually restored the ancient barrier. Not only that, but the terrifying sound Dharma image could not even withstand a single move from her. If she did not have absolute strength, she would not have been able to do this.
Master Songhe finally understood why his beloved disciple was so polite to the master of Tianming Pavilion. He only regretted that he did not understand it earlier, for fear that his previous words and deeds would make this big man unhappy.
"We are short-sighted. Please forgive us for our previous disrespect!"
Yun Qingqing waved her hand and didn't care:
"I have some connection with your Changliu Mountain, so there is no need to say these words."
Master Song He finally let go of his worries, and smiled again, saying respectfully:
"Senior, you have come from afar, why don't you stay for a few days and let us entertain you."
Yun Qingqing turned her head and glanced at Xiao Changheng on the back of the silver wolf, and said:
"I have to stay for a few days, but let's talk about it later. I have some things to deal with in this barrier."
Master Songhe was stunned for a moment, then realized that the strange beast was protected by an ancient barrier, and the concentration of spiritual energy was maintained to the maximum extent of the state it was two thousand years ago. It seemed that the things that the senior wanted to deal with would require the help of the spiritual energy here.
He understood this point and stopped forcing it. He nodded and said:
"Then I will leave my disciple with you to assist you. If you need anything, please feel free to tell him."
Feng Yin was assigned by his master to be Yun Qingqing's follower.
However, he was also shocked by Yun Qingqing's actions just now. His understanding of her was refreshed again. He could no longer imagine what the upper limit of this girl was.
Feng Yin walked over without hesitation and bowed to Yun Qingqing:
"Please bear with me, Senior Yun. Please let me know if there is anything I can do for you!"
If Changliushan could break off relations with this big guy, let alone let him be a follower, he could even worship Yun Qingqing as his ancestor.
Yun Qingqing didn't care whether she had this follower or not, but when she looked at Feng Yin, she remembered something.
"Master Songhe, Fengyin has a broken Mingling mirror on him. I don't think it's easy for you to repair it. Can you give it to me? I can exchange it for something else."
When Master Songhe first heard him mention the Mingling Mirror, he thought that it was a big shot who wanted to borrow the mirror, so of course there was no problem. But then he heard that the mirror was broken.
The corner of his mouth twitched and he turned to look at Feng Yin.
Feng Yin had been worrying about how to explain to his master the broken Mingling Mirror, but he didn't expect it to be suddenly revealed here.
He could only touch the back of his head, awkwardly took out the broken Mingling Mirror, and looked at his master cautiously:
"You really can't blame me for this. I sensed that the Mingling Mirror wanted to tell fortunes for the Regent, so I tried it, but it broke... I retreated! If it weren't for this divination, Senior Yun wouldn't have come to our Changliu Mountain. It would be another matter whether we should repair the ancient barrier or not. But once the Yin Dharma Image appears, Master, Uncle Master, and so many of my fellow disciples will be in danger!"
Master Song He paused:
"That's true... Alas, it seems that this is God's will. I think the Mingling Mirror has sensed this level and has sacrificed itself to help us stay here and avoid disaster."
It sounds reasonable to say that high-level magical artifacts have spirituality, but when Yun Qingqing looked at the Mingling Mirror, she always felt that this was not its original intention.
But these are not important. Yun Qingqing took the mirror from Feng Yin, her eyes lit up and she looked at it carefully. As expected, she saw a glimmer of light.
Her eyes darkened slightly.
She was not wrong in her guess. There really was a trace of her disciple's spiritual consciousness hidden in this mirror.
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