I'm the Master of the Yellow Springs

The seventh peak.

In the courtyard, a girl knelt down, very politely.

Wu Lang sat on a high chair, observed her for a while, and thought to himself: "Obviously, this is a son and daughter of the world who are fighting for their lives on a knife's edge. The hatred of killing their father is irreconcilable. There is an evil spirit between his eyebrows, which is the result of long-lasting Swordsman on the battlefield."

But fortunately.

This technique I taught myself.

It's not a bullshit.

It is one of the most popular backbone techniques in the Huangquan Sect in later generations. The concept of practice is close to the classic traditional immortal techniques, so he is not afraid of being paraded on the streets if he lets her out.

Although it is not against the sky, this moderation is a kind of relief for Wu Lang now. It is best to be safe without causing trouble. I still want to live for two more years.

Now, she is the hope of the whole village!

I also hope that she will go down the mountain and serve as my spy to help me detect the enemy's situation at the Seventh Peak of Huangquan, travel around various sects, and know the real situation information on various battlefields of the demonic disaster, so that after the war, I can fish in troubled waters and seduce people.

at this time.

Wu Lang didn't speak, he was still sitting on the chair drinking tea, his thoughts seemed to be drifting into the distance.

Xu Xinying below felt confused.

Didn't this immortal teach me the skills?

She was confused, but she didn't dare to say anything, so she just knelt down.

time.

Minutes passed.

Wu Lang continued to drink tea without paying attention to her, and even began to practice his own skills, drawing formation diagrams on the table and hammering out his destiny.

Below, Xu Xinying looked respectful and patient.

Six hours passed.

Xu Xinying's expression remained unchanged and she still looked determined.

Fourteen hours later, Wu Lang went to see the Goblin ghosts trapped in the mountain. After studying them for several hours, he came back and sat down.

Xu Xinying was kneeling, but her expression still showed no change.

But he was obviously tired, suffering from a dull torment, and his eyes had no sparkle.

Seventeen hours passed.

Twenty-four hours passed.

Wu Lang was still practicing on the chair, as if there was no one below him. There was even a voice coming from the bottom of the mountain, laughing loudly: "Junior brother, I'm here to get the other side flower again."

Recently, Xing Hanhan often comes to his Seventh Peak to chat.

According to normal development, Wu Lang must be very busy at this time. In the early days of his descent, he laid the foundation as a child in the Immortal Sect. This was the most closely supervised growth period, and he did not dare to enter the Huangquan Sect.

But Wu Lang is very free now.

"I'm in!"

Now it was rare for Xing Hanhan not to have his apprentice with him. When he was picked up on the mountain, he glanced at Xu Xinying who was kneeling and said, "Oh, are you recruiting new people again?"

"Yes." Wu Lang nodded.

"Does she smile like that?" she wondered.

Wu Lang shook his head.

She was immediately disappointed, and then changed the subject: "By the way, you have arrived in Jingzhou, right? I saw the mountain spirit over there on your seventh peak, and they were surrounded by you. You plan to capture them and fuck them." Well?"

Shanjing is a specialty of Jingzhou.

Wu Lang did not hide where he was reincarnated.

What's more, there is no way to hide it.

Now there are only three peaks in Huangquan Sect. If you look at the wandering souls on the Huangquan Road, you will know which continent the new wandering souls are from.

"I captured the wandering souls of these mountain spirits and went to the Seventh Peak to study them." Wu Lang simply replied.

Xing Hanhan was thoughtful.

Knew it!

With my junior brother's kind and nosy character, he must be heartbroken when he sees this kind of thing harming the common people and attacking various villages!

Capturing him for study is something he will definitely do.

Therefore, she was not suspicious. She took the flower seedlings and soul mud nutrition bricks of Bianhua. She did not leave, but sat nearby and watched silently.

She has a very keen eye!

The kneeling new disciple was exhausted. He had been kneeling for who knows how long. If he hadn't been a soul, he wouldn't have been able to hold on long ago.

And for someone like Junior Brother who tortures people, he must be up to something.

There must be something good to watch!

She decided to stay and watch the show, and even sat down by herself, sitting next to her with her legs crossed and drinking tea, looking familiar.

Wu Lang glanced at her.

This person was extremely curious, exaggeratedly difficult to deal with, and liked to pretend to be a lady of literary and artistic circles. It was not that she had not seen it before, so he simply ignored her.

However, my Jingzhou is so dangerous and there are demonic disasters breaking out, but you are fishing there and everything is peaceful. It’s really hard for me.

But this big boss can't come across the sea to help him, so he can only come here to chat.

Blink.

Thirty-four hours have passed.

Wu Lang was still practicing Qigong in a down-to-earth manner, but Xing Hanhan was already yawning and bored.

But Xu Xinying's expression gradually changed.

A kind of irritability kept growing in my heart, and it gradually became uncontrollable.

In fact, her personality is very impatient, but she hides it deeply. Others even think that she is easy to talk to and approachable. In fact, she is patient and strives to get along with others.

But at this time, her flammable and explosive character has reached its limit. The nameless anger hidden deep in the depths is gradually squeezing her chest, her brain is constantly congested, and the extreme emotions seem to have broken the embankment in her heart and turned into a The monstrous flood completely overwhelmed her sanity.

Suddenly, she stood up in anger, pointed at Wu Lang's nose and cursed:

"What on earth are you going to do?"

"Trample on my dignity and torture me? Is this the Immortal Sect!?"

Xing Hanhan next to him looked gloating.

This new apprentice is so irritable and fierce, pointing at his nose and scolding him.

On the contrary, Wu Lang slowly closed the page in his hand, sat on the chair, neither angry nor annoyed, and said calmly: "Do you finally know how to speak? Do you finally know how to be angry?"

"I??"

Xu Xinying's furious expression was stunned for a moment, and she became a little mischievous.

"Xu Xinying, do you know that the first time I saw you, I knew that you were an impulsive and irritable person, but you often hide your true face, suppress your anger, and suppress your true intentions."

Wu Lang's voice was not loud, but it exploded in her mind.

Am I irritable?

She simply couldn't deny this.

She is indeed an extremely irritable person. When she was thirteen years old, she once slashed a street bully who bullied her more than seventy times. When she came to her senses, there was blood all over the place. After that, she was wanted by the entire Yamen. Only after escaping to a distant town could he hide again.

From then on, she became a murderer and always lost her mind when she was extremely angry. She wanted to suppress her inexplicable rage and never wanted to become a person who lost her mind.

But Master, it seems that he has already seen through his disguise and knows who he really is.

"Why do I have that inexplicable anger?" She suddenly couldn't help asking. This was a doubt she had always had.

Wu Lang glanced at her and just said calmly: "It's just a long-term illness. It's because of your childhood experience that your anger has been suppressed and accumulated for too long, and it has become a demon in your heart. Remember what I said Have I cultivated anything in this lineage?"

"Know your destiny and cultivate it." She suddenly murmured.

Of course, I still remember the story of the Goblin Demon King. That man's roar, knowing the fate of his own race, yet eager to fight for his own fate.

I said at the time that this was also the path of their lineage.

"In that case, do you know who you are?" Wu Lang asked again.

"Of course it's me." She opened her mouth and answered immediately instinctively, but who was she who was angry?

Even she felt that she was strange sometimes. When she became angry, she seemed to have changed into a different person, lost her mind and turned into a beast.

That kind of self is like a goblin, with only the instinct of a beast left to invade and kill.

"When you scolded me just now, I thought you no longer had that impulsive anger in your heart!" Wu Lang still looked gentle and said with a smile: "How is it? Is it a lot more enjoyable?"

"I feel much more comfortable." She did not refute.

"Only when you have endured it will you know the pain."

"Only when you are angry can you feel free and easy."

"The anger you just felt gave you an emotional release."

Wu Lang's voice was calm, but it was as if there was a thunderous explosion, and he began to recite the chicken soup poem from his previous life, "There is an angry ape living in your heart."

Xu Xinying remained silent, fully understanding that her "angry fate" was all formed by the shadow of childhood.

At that time, she was hiding in the closet facing the massacre of her family. She hated herself for being cowardly and for not daring to rush out. She covered her mouth, covered her tears, and suppressed her heart.

After that, the anger and unwillingness to break out of the closet were suppressed and completely sealed away until it exploded when I was thirteen years old.

"It takes a broken heart to break a life."

Another calm voice came again, breaking her lowered mind.

"I forced you to be angry and reveal your true colors." Wu Lang said, "But fortunately, you have suppressed it for so long and still have that anger in your heart."

"You need to know that if you want to practice cultivation, you must see through this inner demon."

Wu Lang looked at her coldly,

"For the rest of your life, don't restrain yourself. You must be angry and not afraid of things! You must be angry and not afraid of death! You must only follow your heart! Just like you just scolded me, yelled at me, and even wanted to Just like killing me, regardless of the consequences, just follow your heart."

Follow the anger in your heart?

Anger is not afraid of things.

Anger does not fear death.

Xu Xinying's expression gradually changed as she listened, feeling as if she had been struck by lightning.

These words were like a knife cutting open her heart, gouging out her bloody flesh, allowing her to look directly at her true self. She woke up from countless nightmares at night, all regretting her cowardice and cowardice.

She regretted countless times that she should have rushed out of the closet. Even if she was killed and left like her parents, she would not have to be haunted by regret for the rest of her life. That anger regardless of the cost was the person she truly longed to be in her heart.

That was her heart barrier, and it also became her destiny.

It turns out that this is the fate I long for?

She suddenly laughed nervously.

Know your destiny and cultivate it.

Ha ha ha ha! !

"So that's it, that's it!! I've always been angry that I'm a coward and I'm hiding from myself." Xu Xinying suddenly understood.

"Thank you, Master, for teaching me how to enter the Tao."

She suddenly calmed down her expression, returned to her calm girlish demeanor, and bowed respectfully.

Her entire temperament had changed, from a seemingly taciturn woman to a peerless swordsman who exuded violent ferocity, seemed to kill with anger, and moved forward inexorably.

Xing Hanhan next to him widened his eyes.

This is

Is this aura out of the norm again?