Dijun's black moonlight is back

Chapter 18 Reunion

After sending Tong Yan to take the two spirit beasts on a business trip, Ling Yu went back to the room and lay down.

She was a little tired and wanted to sleep.

Ji Meng's attack was not serious, and he directly broke into her sea of ​​consciousness.

If she was herself from more than 1000 years ago, let alone one mythical beast, ten more would be fine.

Or no one can force a break in at all.

But she is just a remnant now, and Ji Meng almost let her die in the Miaoguang Realm.

Ling Yu didn't even take off her clothes, she just fell asleep on the bed.

This feeling is still very uneasy.

But she didn't dream of Mingjing Mountain, but dreamed of that somewhat stupid elder sister.

The forest in the dream was still so green, and men and women in Taoist robes walked with swords in it.

Suddenly, dark clouds rolled in the sky, and occasionally a few flashes of lightning flashed in the dark sky.

Then the thunder exploded.

Everyone looked up at the sky, they knew that it was their elder sister who was about to break through.

Her natal Golden Crow hovered restlessly at low altitude, waiting for the sky thunder that would cross the catastrophe.

At that time, Ling Yu was lying on a big tree looking at the sky, and there were new disciples chatting under the tree.

Ling Yu in her dream watched all this, and her eagerness for revenge seemed to be comforted for a moment.

Together with everyone, she looked at the sky where the thunder was about to fall.

If their elder sister succeeds in crossing the tribulation, it will be a major event for the Glorious sect.

But the thunder did not strike where it should go.

A series of sky thunders fell indiscriminately in the forest, as if they were looking for something, and it seemed that they were just the gods venting their anger for no reason.

The ancient forest that had grown for tens of millions of years was ignited, and flames shot up into the sky everywhere.

Many disciples were hit, fell from mid-air, and fell into the forest fire.

Ling Yu was not a bodhisattva, but seeing a thunderbolt was about to strike her seven or eight-year-old junior sister, she still dodged over, wanting to take her away.

In the black cloud, all the thunders that were ready to go seemed to have found their target at once, and they all hit her.

pain.

Now that she is in a mortal body, she was hit by dozens of thunderbolts, and she felt nothing but pain.

It was also at this moment that Ling Yu realized that she was dreaming.

Because when she was really hit, she was unconscious.

When she saw Tianlei, she had already lost consciousness.

But now in the dream, her pain is so real, as if dozens of people are scraping her bones with knives.

She frowned tightly in her sleep, her forehead was covered with sweat.

She knew she was dreaming, but she couldn't wake up.

Every night in Mingjing Mountain, she came here like this.

As long as she falls asleep, there will be all sorts of strange nightmares waiting for her.

Every dream has her real experience, but it is more delicate and specific than before.

Those few peaceful sleeps were all slept next to the spiritual veins of Mingjing Mountain.

Ling Yu felt that she was about to be unable to breathe, and just a second before she was about to suffocate, some spiritual energy suddenly injected into her body.

The tense weight in her chest relaxed a lot, and her chaotic and rapid breathing gradually stabilized.

But she still couldn't wake up, her eyelids were heavy, and she couldn't lift them even with a lot of strength.

"Sleep." A gentle voice said softly above her head.

The voice was so familiar, she seemed to have heard it thousands of times.The voice is gentle, and the tone of voice is extremely soothing.

She wanted to lift the layers of veils in her dream countless times to see who the speaker was.

It's a pity that the veil in the dream cannot be completely lifted, and the owner of the voice is always an inch away from her.

Not close, but not far either.

Wen Jingchan was sitting beside her bed, silently transmitting the spiritual power to appease her into her sea of ​​consciousness.

He knew that his behavior had crossed the line, he just followed the female disciple, and even broke into her residence at night when no one was there.

If this matter is spoken out, both of them will be ruined.

But he didn't know why, he just couldn't control his legs as he walked into the house.

He saw Ling Yu's sea of ​​consciousness being broken into, so he followed.

This little disciple, who has not formally become a teacher, first secretly followed him into the Miaoguang Realm, then released the sealed beast, and then captured Xuan Yi.

Instead of being sullen, he was concerned about her well-being.

Indeed, as he thought, everything about Ling Yu was unstable.

The waves in the sea of ​​consciousness were rough, and the blood vessels in his body were also in chaos.

Wen Jingchan didn't find out where her spiritual roots were, so she could only try her best to adjust her inner breath and stabilize her spiritual consciousness.

After finishing everything, he even pulled the quilt to cover her.

Originally, Wen Jingchan should have left immediately at this time, but he stopped for a long time.

She is also called Ling Yu, and under Xuan Yi's attack, she will also transform into a little black bird.

Is it her?
Wen Jing Chan asked himself, practiced for 700 years, asked questions every day, and all he wanted in his heart was to become a god one day.

If he is still alive, the concern in his heart must be the little crow that disappeared for no reason.

It didn't have a formal farewell to himself. After he was seriously injured and left the customs, the little crow disappeared.

Wen Jingchan has been truly hurt for more than ten years because of this.

In the past ten years, his cultivation base has not improved, and his Taoism is also in a mess.

Forgive the real person and let him walk down the mountain, and he walked in the secular world for another 30 years.

In the past 30 years, he has seen a lot of mortals love and hate and life and death. He only returned to Mingjing Mountain when he thought he could practice Taoism again.

But that day, he happened to be delayed in the hall because of something, and bumped into Ling Yu who came to test his spiritual roots at night.

Wen Jingchan hid in his portrait, observing the actions of the two in the dark.

The Taoist heart that he thought was stable suddenly gave birth to many emotions.

There is confusion, unwillingness, and anger.

He couldn't figure out the reason for the little crow to leave, and he refused to admit that the little bird he cared for could cruelly leave him.

And blame it for leaving without saying goodbye.

But in his heart, there is still the joy of regaining what was lost and the luck of being safe and sound.

He hoped to be his spirit feather, but also feared that she was really his spirit feather.

If not, then the little crow he held in his hand had died more than 1000 years ago.

If so, he couldn't understand why Ling Yu didn't come back to find him, and he couldn't understand why she pretended not to know him when he was face to face with Ling Yu.

He was afraid that Ling Yu would hate him, so he left with all his heart and refused to recognize him.

After 700 years, the aloof Zhenjun is still as sincere as a child.

He looked at Ling Yu for a while, then turned and left the small courtyard.

Whether she is willing to admit it or not, Wen Jingchan feels that this must be the little crow he rescued back then.

He won't admit it.

I thought it was the end of their fate, but now it seems that the fetters and entanglements arranged by God for them are far from over.

This heartless little bird knows how to get back by itself.

(End of this chapter)