Chapter 164: The Tomb of Long Bing

group. 。It seemed like a coincidence that Yu had lost to him. 。Unexpectedly, I ran into myself directly. 。That is to say, if he could defeat his opponent, even if it was to get revenge on Le Zhengyu....As expected, Wu Changkong led him into the Tiandou Cemetery. All the greenery seen from outside the wall was inside the cemetery. 。One after another, tall trees stand in neat rows. Between the trees are tombstones. 。The dancer, clad in white, drifted in. He seemed like a ghost. 。This was Tang Wulin's first time in such a place. He kept looking around, the cemetery wasn't crowded, and only occasionally could he see someone paying respects. 。Bu Changkong seemed to have entered another state, leading him all the way to a tombstone at the innermost part of the cemetery before stopping. 。The tombstone was tall, with only a few simple words on it: "Tomb of Long Bing". 。Long Bing Who is this It sounds like a woman's name. 。“Just a moment, ” 。"The Dance Spirit turned his head to Tang Wulin, his voice no longer cold, only gentle. " 。 “Yes” Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate! 。Tang Wulin stood aside. 。 Dance Changkong held a white cloth in his hand, then walked to the tombstone and began to wipe it carefully. His movements were very gentle, as if he were touching something he cherished dearly. 。The tombstone wasn't dirty to begin with, just covered in a layer of topsoil. Under his cleaning, it quickly became as white as jade. 。It was only then that Tang Wulin noticed that this tombstone was whiter than the others. After wiping away the dirt, a faint fluorescence appeared. 。The corners of Wu Changkong's eyes remained gentle, even the previous melancholy and sadness seemed to have disappeared. 。At the corner of his mouth, there was even a faint smile that Tang Wulin had never seen before. 。He said nothing, just wiping silently, his whole being seemed to have entered a strange state. 。Tang Wulin wanted to go up and help, but he didn't know why. 。He just didn't dare to step forward, afraid of disturbing the state Wu Changkong was in. He felt a bit stifled in his heart, even a feeling of breathlessness. 。A tombstone 。The dancer spent a full hour wiping and polishing his shoes before finally finishing. 。After wiping it clean, he returned to the tombstone and gazed at it, a gentler smile gracing his face. 。That smile, like the warm breeze caressing your face, seemed to bring warmth to everything around. 。Do you like white 。So I was wearing white. 。"You said you like to see me smile, so my smile is only for you. " 。"Ice'er, in another world, are you alright"Wu Changkong whispered, his hand gently stroking the two characters, Long Bing, on the tombstone. 。No tears, only smiles. 。When we left the cemetery, it was already evening. 。The icy coldness returned to Wu Changkong's face again. Tang Wulin didn't dare to ask, he could only follow beside his instructor Wu. 。That Long Bing must be Master Wu's relative, right Or is he the kind of lover Xie Xie mentioned

Wu Changkong didn't explain to him at all, just led him back into Tiandou City.

The city of Tiandou was brilliantly lit. 。A bustling crowd of people flows through the streets, and shops of all kinds have already opened on every street corner. 。engaging in the buying and selling of various goods. 。 Although Dance Changkong seemed to have recovered to normal, in Tang Wulin's heart, his teacher's image had changed slightly. 。Master Wu isn't a completely cold person! He said, his smile is only for that person. 。"What do you want to eat for dinner" Wu Changkong turned his head and asked Tang Wulin. 。“Me Anything!” Tang Wulin replied. 。Wu Changkong said, "Then let's go eat noodles." 。Especially delicious noodles 。When he described a kind of food, Tang Wulin couldn't help but be curious. 。It truly is delicious noodles. When Tang Wulin finished his tenth bowl, 。This is the tenth time I've been amazed. 。The noodles are chewy, the broth is flavorful, and with meatballs and vegetables, it looks simple but tastes great. 。Wu Changkong only ate one bowl himself. He ate the noodles one by one. 。To Tang Wulin's surprise, he saw tenderness in her eyes again. 。Although he didn't smile, his handsome figure dancing in the air melted all the women who entered and left this small noodle shop with his gentle eyes. 。Even sometimes people come up to strike up a conversation. 。Wu Changkong's answer was very simple. He just looked at Tang Wulin across from him and calmly said, "This is my son" 。“ Son, son... Actually, Tang Wulin and Tang Wan'er don't look much alike. Tang Wulin has particularly large, piercing eyes. He's a super handsome little boy no matter how you look at him.” 。While Changkong's eyes were relatively long and narrow, his appearance was handsome and his demeanor was cold and aloof. 。But, just like a group of beauties at a glance all have a similar feeling, at first glance, no one really questioned their relationship as "father and son". 。 Son Tang Wulin didn't object, he just looked at Dance Longkong's eyes changed a bit. 。He could feel that today's dance teacher was completely different from her usual coldness. 。After following Master Kong in his cultivation for half a year, he increasingly discovered that Master Kong's inner self was not as cold as he appeared. On the contrary, beneath his icy exterior, there seemed to be very intense emotions. 。When they went to the cemetery together today, at first Tang Wulin was still a little scared. But after seeing what Dance Kong did, he only felt sympathy in his heart. 。He must have lost the most important person in his life. 。

The noodle shop presented a strange sight. A young boy had a pile of empty bowls in front of him, while opposite him, a young man had only one bowl of noodles left. He ate each strand with great care, as if savoring the most delicious food in the world.

This is a strange combination, easy to catch the eye. 。Let's go 。"Eating a bowl of noodles, Long Tianyi led Tang Wulin back to the hotel" 。Meditation, getting up early tomorrow morning 。"Wu Changkong simply washed up and sat on his bed, beginning to meditate." 。Tang Wulin walked lightly to the window, looking out. It was late in the evening, but Tian Dou City was still brightly lit. Tang Wulin liked this city very much. Unlike Donghai City, which was full of towering skyscrapers everywhere, here was filled with the precipitation of history and a strong sense of humanity. 。Tang Wulin was still young, of course he didn't understand that this was the feeling caused by the human environment, and even more so the feeling brought to him by the historical precipitation. 。Just as the sky outside had transitioned from darkness to a deep blue, Tang Wulin was awakened from his meditation by his father, Dance Longkong. 。The obvious effect of the Xuan Tian Gong was indeed much stronger than before. Tang Wulin clearly felt that his soul power had increased significantly. 。After the previous deep meditation, he seemed to have changed as a person. 。It was a sense of fluidity, as if power and soul force had become one. The jarring sensation that the bloodline had brought also vanished. 。Tang Wulin vaguely felt that although his strength hadn't obviously increased, his body's ability to withstand pressure should have become stronger. 。"Come!" Duanmu Kong pushed open the window and beckoned Tang Wulin. 。Tang Wulin hurried to his side. Wu Changkong grabbed his arm, and Tang Wulin only felt a gust of wind hit him. The next moment, they had already arrived on the rooftop of the hotel. 。 Tang Wulin stood behind, with her hands tightly gripping his head. Her index fingers rested on his jawline, while her thumbs pressed against his temples. The rest of her fingers also pressed on various acupoints on his face. 。"Feel the flow of my soul power, I'll guide you through the cultivation of the Zi Ji Mo Tong soon." 。Breathe in and out according to the Xuan Tian Gong method, gaze towards the East. 。Every morning, before the sun rises, there is a hint of fish belly white in the distant east. When it appears, it is accompanied by a trace of purple qi. Our Tang Sect's unique skill, the Zi Ji Demon Eye, absorbs this purple qi to enhance one's eyesight. At the same time, this method of operation and absorption is the way to cultivate spiritual power. 。Do you understand

Yes, I understand.

Tang Wulin's comprehension is not an issue. 。 A gentle and slightly cool soul power slowly flowed from Wu Changkong's fingertips into Tang Wulin's facial acupoints. Tang Wulin suddenly felt that his entire face was refreshed, as if it had been washed with a stream of clear spring water, indescribably comfortable 。Especially the eyes, under the infiltration of these cool breezes, he clearly felt his eyesight strengthen, and everything in the distance became clearer. 。He silently memorized the trajectory of the dance long soul power circulating on his cheek. 。Gather your soul power and follow my guidance. 。The breathing of the Xuan Tian Gong remains unchanged. 。"Wu Changkong reminded," 。Tang Wulin quickly did as he was told. 。Under the guidance of Wu Changkong, entering the state became very familiar. Soon, Tang Wulin himself could control his soul power to operate in the way of Zi Ji Mo Tong. 。Just then, at the edge of the sky, a sliver of fishbelly white quietly appeared. At the same time, Tang Wulin noticed a flash of purple that he had never seen before, and it disappeared. 。Suddenly, he felt that the purple light seemed to enlarge in his eyes. Immediately after, a warm and gentle feeling filled his eyes. 。Tears flowed unconsciously, but they didn't fall. Instead, they revolved around the eyes, driven by soul power, soaking the pupils. It was an indescribable comfort, and that warmth was also absorbed into the eyes, merging with the tiny acupoints surrounding the bottom of the eyes. 。To be continued... 。 ) 420/374891 。eriod of agitation, he gradually calmed down. 。Getting the vast ocean and universe crystal back was obviously not something he could do now, but his magical brow wasn't the first time it had taken thi...