Chapter 1297 Lingqiong: I'm Here
All the complex emotions such as reluctance and sadness in Gu Jin's heart disappeared because of Ling Qiong's words.
She stared in disbelief at the man in front of her with picturesque features, elegant appearance, and a reserved demeanor like an immortal.
I just can't believe that this person could describe this matter so starkly.
Gu Jin stopped crying sadly and looked dazed, while Ling Qiong's brows softened.
His eyebrows moved slightly, his eyes moved, and his bright peach blossom eyes curved.
This smile is like a spring breeze blowing on your face. Almost no one in the world can resist such a beautiful smile.
As the two looked at each other and their gazes were entangled, an unpleasant and troubled voice interrupted.
"Brother, now that your memory has returned, can you please take care of those three guys in the side hall? They are killing me so much that my hair is almost falling out."
Wu Rong walked into the hall, his tone quite helpless, and even pulled his inky black hair.
If you listen carefully, you can hear a hint of irritability in his tone.
The fact that Wu Rong, who was as elegant as a banished immortal, could be made like this shows that the three things he mentioned really gave him a headache.
Ling Qiong's eyes darkened when he heard this.
He raised his eyes, looked at Gu Jin in front of him, and reached out to hold her hand: "Girl, I will take you to find the remaining three souls of An Mingji."
Without giving Gu Jin a chance to speak, he pulled him towards the side hall.
Wu Rong stared at the two people's clasped hands, his face indifferent, but his eyes revealed a bit of heaviness and complexity.
Seeing the two people walking away, he raised his foot and followed them.
“Bang bang bang!!!”
“Bang!!!”
"boom!!!"
As the three of them approached the side hall, they heard crackling noises coming from inside.
It was as if some ferocious beast was imprisoned in the temple, causing trouble inside.
Wu Rong stood under the peach tree in front of the side courtyard, quietly looking at Ling Qiong and Gu Jin, with an unfathomable smile on his thin lips.
"Brother, Fairy Luo Yu, the 'person' you want is inside."
Lingqiong, Gu Jin stared at the side hall in front of him, his eyes shining like ink.
Ling Qiong slowly let go of Gu Jin's hand, and a warm smile appeared on his handsome face. His eyes were gentle, like a ray of dazzling sunshine after the rain.
He said softly: "Girl, go and take them away."
Who are they? They are nothing more than An Mingji's three souls.
As for where to take it, it is nothing more than space, integrated with the main body.
Gu Jin lowered his eyes and stared at her empty palms, feeling a little empty in his heart.
She raised her head, her eyes as deep as water: "What about you?"
"I'm right here." Lingqiong looked up and touched her head: "After you settle them, come find me. Go ahead."
He reached out and pushed Gu Jin's body, asking her to take a step towards the side hall.
Gu Jin didn't look back, but walked with heavy steps towards the side hall where the chaotic noise came from.
She walked up the stairs and stood at the door of the side hall, but she was hesitant to open the door.
Finally unable to hold back, Gu Jin turned back.
She turned around and saw Lingqiong standing in the middle of the courtyard, looking at her tenderly.
He was dressed in a red robe as red as fire, with his sleeves fluttering and his jet-black hair flying in the wind. Behind him was the breathtaking scenery of the Qingyun Sect, like a fairyland on earth. Lingqiong's outstanding appearance and elegant and reserved demeanor made all the surrounding scenery pale in comparison.
Gu Jin only took a glance and then looked away.
She raised her hand and pushed open the door of the side hall in front of her, and the scenery inside the house was in her sight.
The hall was in a mess, and three men with identical appearances were fighting each other.
They were filled with hostility, and their faces looked paranoid and gloomy, like angry and mad lions.
When the three saw Gu Jin appear, their expressions changed at the same time.
It's like a primary school student seeing his teacher, he immediately stops and becomes well behaved.
Gu Jin raised his foot and stepped into the side hall.
Wu Rong, standing under the peach tree in the courtyard, had a clear view of everything that happened in the side hall. His dark eyes were half-narrowed and his sleeves were slightly raised.
The door of the side hall not far away slammed shut.
"puff!"
This time, it seemed as if he had used up all his strength, and he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.
The palace door was closed, and Lingqiong slowly withdrew his reluctant gaze.
He frowned and glanced at his junior fellow apprentice, Wu Rong, who was standing under a peach tree not far away.
The eyes of the two brothers met in the void. Without Gu Jin, Wu Rong could no longer hold on.
He half-knelt on the ground, trembling all over, trying to hold himself up so as not to fall down.
"Brother, you have caused me so much trouble."
Wu Rong reached out and pulled open his clothes, revealing his empty chest.
Lingqiong was not surprised at all, and his expression did not change at all.
He walked towards Wu Rong with an indifferent expression, no longer showing the gentleness and doting he showed to Gu Jinshi.
Ling Qiong walked forward and helped Wu Rong up from the ground. He stared at the abnormally blooming peach blossoms in front of him and said in a deep voice, "Is your heart under this tree?"
It’s better to use an affirmative tone than to say it’s a question.
The peach tree in the side hall of Qingyun Sect only blooms once in ten thousand years, and when Wu Rong stepped into the courtyard of the side hall, he rushed to the peach tree immediately.
Standing under the tree, his pale and weak expression eased a little.
An Mingji's three souls are in the side hall. Just by hearing them trembling in the hall, you can tell that it is not easy to control them.
Also in the main hall, his sealed memories from a thousand years ago were suppressed by the formation under the peach tree.
Wu Rong raised his hand, wiped the blood from the corner of his lips, and nodded gently: "Yes"
Ling Qiong frowned and looked at him: "Why is that? With your skills, you are more than enough to last for a thousand years."
Wu Rong smiled bitterly and shook his head: "How can ordinary people like us resist the suppression of the heaven? In the 700th year, my cultivation began to fail, and I had no choice but to take the heart and set up a formation to guard it.
Especially in the past two years, when the side hall formation was activated, the three souls were imprisoned inside, fighting fiercely every day, and my body was dragged down and became worse day by day. If my senior brother doesn’t come back, I’m afraid he will collect my corpse.”
Ling Qiong sighed: "Thank you for your hard work."
Wu Rong shook his head: "Everything is about to end. Please, Senior Brother, take my heart for me."
“Wait!”
Ling Qiong let go of Wu Rong's body, stood in front of the peach tree, with his palms facing the sky, and slowly raised his hands from low to high.
The peach tree broke out of the ground as he moved.
The trees full of peach blossoms immediately became withered. The peach blossoms faded in an instant and slowly fell to the ground, and the petals disappeared without a trace.
The peach tree broke through the ground, and a faint golden light flashed from the soil.
Lingqiong waved his sleeves and the peach tree was thrown not far away.
A bloody heart surrounded by golden light flew out from the soil.
This is a heart of a cultivator at the Spiritual Transformation Stage, exuding powerful strength from the inside out.
The heart has been buried in the soil for three hundred years, and it will run around everywhere as soon as it is unearthed.
The light in Lingqiong's eyes was as sharp as a knife. He suddenly raised his hand and grabbed the restless heart that was freed.
“Boom!!!”
A flash of lightning streaked across the void, followed by rumbling thunder.
The sky and the earth quickly darkened, as if a thunderstorm was approaching.
Ling Qiong ignored the uproar in heaven and earth, holding the heart that belonged to his junior brother, and slowly walked to Wu Rong.
(End of this chapter)
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