When Ling Yun woke up, the sky was already dark. He had probably slept for at least ten hours. However, Biyao was still not awake. Her hands were tightly clutching onto his clothes. She looked like a frightened child. No one would have thought that she was actually an important figure in the Demonic Sect!
Ling Yun looked at her with a smile as he listened to the rustling sounds of the trees in the forest. He suddenly thought of the bamboo forest on the Great Bamboo Peak of Qingyun Mountain. Didn't it make the same sound?
When he thought of the Great Bamboo Peak, he thought of the Qingyun Sect. When he thought of the Qingyun Sect, he thought of Lu Xueqi.
Ling Yun couldn't help but feel sweet when he thought of Lu Xueqi's beauty and the worried look she gave him during the Seven Lineages Competition.
A smile appeared on his face in the gradually darkening night. Even his eyes were so bright in the dark night, but he did not notice that there was another pair of bright eyes beside him. He did not know when it had started to look at him.
The sky was bright again, and birds chirped in the mountains, crisp and pleasant to the ear.
Ling Yun walked to the side of the stream and put his hands together. He splashed a handful of water on his face, and a cool feeling penetrated his heart.
Biyao stood behind Ling Yun and looked at him gently. Ling Yun turned around and smiled at Biyao."Biyao, since I'm free now, I might have to leave.”
When Bi Yao heard this, her face sank and she said in a low voice,""Are you leaving?"
" We went through life-and-death situations together in the Dripping Blood Cave, so we can be considered very good friends," Ling Yun said." In the future, as long as you don't kill or commit any crimes, I won't hesitate even if you want me to go through fire and water.”
Biyao's body trembled as she looked up at Ling Yun." I think you're a talent. Why don't you join our sacred cult? I'll recommend you to my father. He has always loved talent and will definitely be willing to put you in an important position. It's better than you being a nameless ordinary disciple on Big Bamboo Peak.”
Ling Yun looked at her for a while before saying,"Do you think I will agree?"
When Biyao heard this, she sneered and said,"That's true. You're from the righteous path and kill demons. Why would you join our sacred cult? You claim to be a member of the righteous path, but the sins of the people of the righteous path are no less than those of us demonic path, right? In the great war between the righteous path and the demonic path, didn't your immortals and ancestors kill everyone they saw? They didn't even let off the old, the weak, women, and children!”
"Maybe you're right!" Ling Yun nodded. But I can't promise you now. I have to go back to Qingyun now. You said that I would think about joining your so-called sacred cult. I'll leave now. Take care.”Ling Yun came from the 21st century, so he didn't care about the so-called good and evil path. The so-called good and evil path was just that the winner was king and the loser was the bandit.
When Biyao heard that Ling Yun agreed with her and said that he could consider joining the Demon Sect, she couldn't help but be stunned. She muttered," Was this guy from the righteous path?
Even though Ling Yun was extremely reluctant to part with her, he still waved at Biyao and turned to leave.
Bi Yao watched as he walked away. After his figure disappeared into the forest, her heart suddenly felt empty, as if she had lost something important. She lost all her energy and slowly sat down. Her gaze drifted past the pile of ashes that Ling Yun had used to roast the rabbit last night. She stood rooted to the ground and started crying.
She looked at the pile of ashes and sat there for an unknown amount of time until she suddenly realized that the crisp chirping of the birds in the forest behind her had suddenly stopped. It was as if she had sensed a fierce smell and did not dare to make a sound.
Then, she saw a black shadow slowly move out from behind her and envelop her.
Although it was daytime, for some reason, the sky seemed to have darkened.
Bi Yao suddenly turned her head and looked at the person behind her in a daze. After a while, she suddenly cried out in grief," Father!..." She threw herself into that person's arms.
The shadow seemed to be startled for a moment, as if he had never expected Bi Yao to do such a thing. However, when he saw that his daughter had escaped from the disaster, his joy could no longer be concealed.
Ling Yun walked in the forest for a day before leaving the boundaries of Mount Kongsang. If he were to fly in the air, he would have been able to leave in half a day. However, there was one thing on Ling Yun's mind that made him stop using his sword.
Biyao should have reunited with the Ghost King by now, right? I wonder if the Ghost King will come looking for me? Ling Yun thought to himself.
That's right. Ling Yun hadn't been on his sword because he was wondering if he would encounter the Ghost King.
After spending the night in the wilderness, Ling Yun walked onto the main road. Not only was the road wider, but there were also more people. He asked the pedestrians along the way and inquired about the direction of the road before heading north.
It was noon, and the sun was high in the sky. It was extremely hot. Ling Yun had traveled for half a day and was thirsty. He saw a small tea stall by the roadside. It was under a big tree and there were already five or six customers sitting inside. Seeing the shade, he walked over and bought a bowl of tea. He also sat down to rest.
Suddenly, Ling Yun remembered something, and thought, Didn't Xiaofan see the Ghost King at the tea stall? Wouldn't the Ghost King be here now?
Ling Yun drank his tea as he waited.
Needless to say, the tea in this small tea stall was cooling and quenching one's thirst. Ling Yun drank a bowl of it and immediately felt comfortable. It was as if the weather wasn't that hot anymore. He thought that the Ghost King would probably appear soon.
At this moment, a gentle voice came from the side of the road."Boss, give me a bowl of tea.”
A rare breeze blew past at noon, causing the branches and leaves of the trees to sway. The broken sunlight scattered on the ground. The owner of the tea stall, who looked to be in his fifties, replied and bent down to pour the tea. Ling Yun's gaze inadvertently fell on him, and he couldn't take it back.
It was a middle-aged scholar with thin eyebrows and a square face. He looked elegant, but his eyes were bright and his forehead was full. He had a dignified aura. He was dressed in a Confucian robe and had a light purple jade pendant on his waist. It was exquisite and clear, and there was a faint auspicious aura. One look and one could tell that it was not an ordinary item.
Ling Yun was shocked by his imposing manner. He knew who this person was. Who else could it be other than the Ghost King Sect's sect master, the Ghost King?
The five or six customers who were drinking tea at the tea stall were all silent and unable to speak. They were suppressed by this person's aura.
The Ghost King walked into the tea stall and took the tea from the boss. He sat down casually and began to slowly taste the tea. The customers who were originally chatting and laughing all fell silent. The atmosphere in the tea stall was a little strange, but the middle-aged scholar was calm and collected. He didn't notice the situation around him at all. He was drinking tea and resting alone.
After a while, the other customers either had enough rest or finished their tea. They paid their bills and left one by one. The boss came over to clean up the dishes. At this moment, only Ling Yun and Wan Renwang were left under the tree.
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