Chapter 27 Progress

  These past few days, Ling Qingyan and Yuwen Chenglin have met several times, each time exchanging bitter smiles.

  All of this was because of the girl who followed them to the Mo's Inn a few days ago. Since the day the girl followed the two men here, Yuwen Chenglin had booked Tianzi No. 4 room for the girl to live in, and the girl also moved in without hesitation.

  After a few days of getting along, Ling Qingyan and the others also knew the girl's name, Ximen Wanting.

  When Ximen Yun first introduced himself, Ling Qingyan's mind involuntarily flashed back to the drunkard "Ximen Kuang" he had met in Moyun City three years ago... Through Fan Yiran's words, he also came to know that Ximen Kuang was originally a member of the Ximen family. The Ximen family used to be a prominent clan, but they were destroyed by the Murong family decades ago.

  This girl, won't she have a relationship with Ximen Qing?

  This was the strange idea that emerged after Ling Qingyan knew the girl's identity. Immediately afterwards, Ling Qingyan shook his head again, even if people with the surname Ximen were extremely rare in the Wuchang continent, it shouldn't be just the Ximen family, right?

  This girl, Ximen Yunyun, if she settled down and behaved herself, it would be fine. But she didn't know how to behave at all. One day, she woke up Yuwen Chenglin from his sleep, and the next day, she took away Ling Qingyan's blood contract partner, Xiao Cangyuan... These past few days, Xiao Cangyuan had been suffering greatly. Every time he looked into Ling Qingyan's eyes, they were filled with a pitiful expression.

  Ling Qingyan was also helpless in this regard, he didn't want to draw Ximen Yunyun's attention to himself because of the little Tibetan Mastiff, so he too turned a blind eye and pretended not to see the pitiful expression on the little Tibetan Mastiff's face.

  This Ximen Qing is really helpless, can't beat him, can't scold him, Ling Qing also has no choice.

  "This Sha Blood Python Totem, I can almost clearly sense its existence and direction... But that Qilin Totem, I can only vaguely sense its existence through my spiritual awareness! Perhaps it's because my spiritual awareness has only merged with the Sha Blood Python Totem by 70%."

  Ling Qing was sitting on the bed with his eyes closed, feeling the information transmitted by his consciousness, and muttering to himself.

  These days, Ling Qingyan did not continue to practice the eighth move of Jianjiu Shi because he knew that he had encountered a bottleneck... and breaking through this bottleneck was not something that could be achieved by relying solely on effort, but also required an opportunity. As for what kind of opportunity it was, Ling Qingyan himself was also completely unclear, and simply went with the flow.

  When the opportunity comes, success will follow naturally!

  So, now that the void has come down, Ling Qingyan's spiritual consciousness is sensing the two innate totems in the sea of consciousness... Through the reaction of the Blood Python Totem, Ling Qingyan knows that the two totems in the sea of consciousness are still killing each other to this day. And as long as Ling Qingyan's spiritual consciousness sinks into the vicinity of the Blood Python Totem, by absorbing the blood-colored mist and white mist born from their mutual slaughter, it is also slowly growing stronger!

  The change in spiritual awareness is clearly perceptible to Ling Qing.

  What's more, through the changes in his spiritual consciousness over the past few days, Ling Qingyan vaguely sensed that the fusion of his spiritual consciousness and the Blood Python Totem had deepened somewhat! Although it was vastly different from when he broke through while practicing the Heavenly Sword Nine Forms, Ling Qingyan clearly felt it.

  "These days, the Nine Swords of Heaven have made no breakthroughs, and the fusion of the Blood Python Totem and spiritual awareness has also completely stopped. Unexpectedly, now there seems to be a subtle change again..."

  Ling Qingyan's face involuntarily revealed a smile.

  Just then, a knock at the door rang out, and it was Yuwen Chenglin who had come to invite Ling Qingyan to his room for dinner.

  Ling Qingyan looked out the window and was also shocked. When he sat down, it was still early morning, but after his spiritual consciousness sank into the sea of consciousness for a while, it had already reached noon.

  "No wonder, in my previous life when I was idle and bored, I read those fantasy novels that said 'cultivation has no age limit'... although it's a bit exaggerated, but between the blink of an eye, I've already spent half a morning," Ling Qingyan couldn't help but sigh, and then followed Yuwen Chenglin to Tianzi No. 2 room.

  As soon as he entered the door, Ling Qingyan politely bowed his head to the old man beside the table, "An Bo."

  The old man who was resting with his eyes closed, heard the sound and stood up immediately. With a smile all over his face, he looked at Ling Qingyan and said warmly: "Young Master Ling has arrived, come, sit down."

  This old man was An Bo, the old servant of Yuwen Chenglin.

  Now, the old man also knew that after he fainted in Nanhuang that day, his young master encountered danger! As for the young man who saved both of them, An Bo's heart was also filled with gratitude. Moreover, with Ling Qingyan's easygoing nature, An Bo had a very good impression of him.

  "Anbo, sit down!"

  Ling Qingyan saw the old man get up and also went over to support him, letting him sit back down again. He knew that the old man's injuries had not yet healed.

  For the elderly, Ling Qingyan is more respectful! From Yuwen Chenglin's mouth, he also learned that this old man had been following Yuwen Chenglin since childhood, caring for and protecting him everywhere, not letting him suffer any harm. Even when he was young, there was a time when his family's enemy targeted him, and when the other party sent out an expert to attack, An Bo even risked his life to protect him!

  That time, Amber even lay in bed for more than a year! From this, it can be seen how severe the injury was.

  From then on, Ling Qingyan also knew the reason why Yuwen Chenglin was in the southern wilderness, even if he risked his life to bring out the old man. At the same time, Ling Qingyan's evaluation of Yuwen Chenglin also rose a bit, knowing that this was a person who valued emotions and righteousness above all else.

  "We're so familiar with each other, no need for formalities..."

  Ximen Yunyun, still wearing a fiery red shirt by the table, shook her head and muttered to herself when she saw Ling Qingyan and An Bo like this. She then picked up a piece of meat from the plate on the table with chopsticks and handed it to the small Tibetan Mastiff in her arms, "Little Pang, come, sister will give you a piece of meat..."

  Little fatty?

  The three people beside him were all stunned, and they never thought that Xi Men would give this young demon beast such a name.

  But looking at the small Tibetan Mastiff's body, this name is quite fitting.

  "Haha! Xiao Pang, this name is quite cute..."

  Yuwen Chenglin broke the awkward atmosphere first, sat down and smiled: "If we don't start eating, this food will get cold..."

  The residual light in his eyes swept over the small Canglang in Ximen's arms, and Yuwen Chenglin couldn't help but sigh. He thought he had a high level of knowledge about demon beasts' species and categories, but he didn't know anything about this young demon beast's origins. This kind of demon beast, he had never even heard of it!

  These past few days, he also came to realize that this demon beast was no ordinary demon beast! Already able to understand human nature at such a young age.

  "Xiao Pang, you actually want to drink?"

  Ximen Yun looked at the small Tibetan Mastiff in his arms, which was struggling to climb onto the table, and couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

  At this time, Yuwen Chenglin had already picked up the wine jug on the table and poured a cup for himself, as well as Ling Qingyan and An Bo... while the small Tibetan mastiff's pair of pupils were staring brightly at the wine jug in Yuwen Chenglin's hand.

  This little Tibetan Mastiff has apparently developed an interest in wine.

  Ps: Thanks to YY sister! I'll take it as a birthday gift - thanks to YY sister for her long-term support, and she has already rewarded 700 starting points! Also thanks to POPO Tian, don't let beauty drop tears, seven ink marks, book friend 101203103955563's 100 rewards - thank you all for your support.