Dijun's black moonlight is back

Chapter 5 Ling Yu
Every immortal cultivator in this world, consciously or not, raises a spirit beast of his own.

One is to be your own guardian in front of your seat, and the other is to accompany yourself through the long watch.

Or, as a mount.

In short, there is no harm at all.

Beasts are easier to control than humans.

Ling Yu couldn't help rolling her eyes in her heart, she decided that this kid was not a good thing either.

"Are you hungry?" Wen Jingchan thought Ling Yu's expression was a sign that she was hungry.

Seeing that she didn't deny it, she immediately opened the drawer to find her food.

Wen Jingchan reached into the bamboo basket, carefully grabbed Lingyu, and put it on her arm.

She didn't act like a demon, she just grabbed his robe with her bird's claws, and waited for him to open the box to feed him.

"Do you remember where I picked you up?" Wen Jingchan said, "I think if it's a little later, you might really freeze to death."

Ling Yu ignored him.

Anyway, I am now a crow that can't even fly, and it's very normal if I can't understand human language.

Wen Jingchan took out a dried cordyceps and held it up to her to feed her.

"After the restoration of Mingjing Mountain, the flowers, birds, spirits and monsters in the mountain can practice normally," Wen Jingchan still said to himself, "Why are you still so weak?"

Ling Yu thinks that if you don't know how to chat, you don't have to.

"I picked you up at Lishui River, and thought you were dead."

After Ling Yu finished eating one, Wen Jingchan was not stingy, and immediately took out another one and handed it to her.

His expression seemed to be very doting, but from Ling Yu's point of view, he was just like a cat or a dog.

"You didn't show any signs of being beaten or injured. You just lay in the stream for no reason. You looked pitiful." Wen Jingchan said.

Of course, Ling Yu was not in the stream for no reason.

In that battle, her real body was beheaded and her wings were broken off. If she was a little later, she wouldn't even be able to keep her spiritual consciousness.

The person who came to kill her was too famous.

There are 33 heavenly gods of war.

There is also the next Tianzun Gongli Emperor.

Oh, and that Bodhi child whose body dies and Dao disappears.

I don't know where he went after death, whether he returned to nothingness like the gods, or became a leaf of rootless Bodhi again.

These lofty gods lived happily, but she was left with only a remnant soul, dragging out an ignoble existence.

Perhaps, it has become a rich and colorful stroke on the scroll of the gods' military exploits.

"Do you have a name?" Wen Jingchan asked her suddenly.

Ling Yu raised her bird's head to look at him with contempt in her eyes.

Of course there is, saying it scares you to death.

Wen Jingchan couldn't see the expression on Bird's face, she just thought she was curious.

He picked up the pen and tapped some ink in the inkstone: "Look, this is your name."

Ling Yu.

Although Wen Jingchan is young, his handwriting is very beautiful, and every stroke seems to have muscles and bones.

Like pines and cypresses standing on cliffs, like orchids blooming on chaotic rocks.

Ling Yu and Wen Jingchan looked at each other for a long time, she was really angry.

She doesn't know how many reincarnations have passed in the life span of the world, but she will still meet this kind of man.

When she woke up by the stream, Ling Yu knew that the world had changed drastically.

Before she lost consciousness, she was a demon that even the Jiuchongtian feared. When she woke up again, she became a harmless crow.

At that time, the Mingjing Mountain was not beautiful. The forest was ignited by the sky fire, and the birds and beasts were busy running away.

The waves in the distance also rushed over, hitting the boulders on the mountain and continuously sliding down.

The pavilions lingering with immortal energy continued to collapse while shaking, and hundreds of ascetics formed a protective circle.

But he couldn't stop her light blow.

How many people hope that she will never be reborn, she just wants to kill the god who came here to deceive her from the beginning.

That fairy was exactly the same as Wen Jingchan back then, with the same gentleness and the same concern.

In short, there is no kindness.

The more Ling Yu thought about it, the more angry she jumped up and pecked Zhong Jing Chan's eyebrows with her bird's beak, and blood flowed out immediately.

Wen Jingchan was pretty good at it, but Lingyu pecked him so painfully that he almost jumped up.

It's all like this, he didn't even drop Ling Yu to the ground, and he was careful to protect it.

Maybe Ling Yu thought he was very vicious, but Wen Jingchan would be wrong again.

"Lingyu," Wen Jingchan laughed happily, "Do you like this name very much?"

Although he is young, he has also traveled down the mountain.

In the village, he had seen a man who returned with a hoe give a woman a handful of flowers, and then she pressed a kiss on the forehead of the man.

This represents the joy of receiving a gift.

Wen Jingchan took it for granted that Ling Yu liked her name very much.

He didn't care that the wound on his forehead was still bleeding, he hugged Ling Yu and walked out.

"I don't know whether you will turn into a boy or a girl in the future," Wen Jingchan said, "Fortunately, the name Lingyu can be used by both men and women."

Although Ling Yu's cultivation base was exhausted, her eyes were not blind. She saw the wound on Wen Jingchan's forehead, besides the blood, there was also a little fairy light flowing out.

Couldn't it, could this also hurt his spiritual roots?
The idiot didn't seem to feel it at all.

There are many immortals in the world, but not many have spiritual roots.

Often this spiritual root is the lifeblood of the immortal cultivator, and everyone cherishes it very much.

Not to mention that ordinary fighting cannot be injured.

Even if it really hurts, I wish I could use all the rare treasures in the world to protect it.

Wen Jingchan didn't feel anything at all.

There is a quaint stone table in the yard, and Wen Jingchan likes to sit here when he has nothing to do.

Sometimes I practice calligraphy, and sometimes I paint.

After picking up Lingyu, he has another hobby of handicrafts.

For example, the bamboo basket in which she slept was woven here.

There are many small wild flowers on the stone table today, it seems that Wen Jingchan made some gadgets for her again.

"You can't talk," Wen Jingchan sat on the stool, stroking Ling Yu's head, "I don't know if you are happy or unhappy."

He took out a small wreath from the pile of wild flowers, and before Ling Yu could think of what it was, he put it directly around her bird's neck.

"This is a new technique I learned." Wen Jingchan said.

As soon as the garland was put on, it disappeared.

Ling Yu looked left and right, but found no trace of it.

"In the future, if you are happy, you will have red flowers on your head," Wen Jingchan explained, "If you are not happy, you will have small white flowers on your head."

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She was speechless, and a small flower bud really grew on the top of her head.

"Hey!" Wen Jingchan was very happy, "You like this gift! Don't you!"

A white flower burst open, shining brightly on the black head of the crow.

Wen Jingchan and Lingyu were relatively silent.

"No, it's because I'm not good at technique."

Wen Jingchan would rather suspect that she didn't learn well than Lingyu was angry.

"How do you get this off?" He groped around Ling Yu's neck, but couldn't find anything.

ask me?You ask me?ah?
A second white flower bloomed on top of Ling Yu's head.

(End of this chapter)