Martial Boss Chapter 525

‘Familiar? I’m afraid it may not be.” Qing Yu smiled as he listened to Xuan Zhen’s exclamation, but in his heart he secretly said.

The Xuan Goblet of ten years ago might have only been good at martial arts, but the Xuan Goblet of ten years later, in addition to being good at martial arts, also had an extra level of heart.

Earlier, Xuan Goblet’s eyes were red and he had a murderous aura, but in just a few moments, Xuan Goblet had already covered himself up and acted as if nothing had happened.

This kind of acting skill is not something that a person who is simply good at martial arts would have.

In these ten years of living in Shuzhou, Xuan Goblet had changed far more than Xuan Zhen had imagined.

“Fellow Daoist, then fall into the main hall, and let the poor Dao recite the ‘Meditation Technique’ for your disciple.” Qing Yu said.

“Thank you, Fellow Daoist.”

The two of them walked into the main hall and first bowed to the statue of the Daoist Ancestor enshrined on the hall, and then each sat down on a futon. A somewhat muddled Qing Ling then ambled over to lie on Xuan Zhen’s lap.

There was a touching charm in the way the two beautiful women leaned together.

But Qingzheng, like Qingyu, was as one, and when he saw such a moving scene, his heart was as clear as ice, and he just smiled at the touching friendship between master and disciple.

“Please begin, my friend.”

“Yes.”

The whisk at the end of the hilt of the sword rested on Qing Ling’s arm as his true qi turned into pure and still qi and he slowly recited, “Ice is cold for a thousand years, everything is especially still, it is appropriate for the mind to be still, look to my sole god, the mind and the spirit are united, it is appropriate for the qi to follow each other, if there is a surplus between the phases, all changes will not be alarming ——”

The gentle mantra carries a clear and quiet intention, and under the rendering of the power of the mind, not to mention Qing Ling, even Xuan Zhen, also felt his mind was calm, and his worries about his disciple over the past few days were soothed by the quiet mantra. It was like a spring of clear water that cleansed the mind.

A short while later, Qing Yu’s light recitation of the mantra stopped, and Qing Ling had long since fallen into a rare and peaceful sleep.

“Fellow Daoist, Xuan Zhen thanks you.” Xuan Zhen thanked.

She gently stroked her apprentice’s no longer furrowed brows, and there was a relief in her voice that had been rare for some time recently.

It had been over a year since Qingling had been immersed in the nightmare. Over the past year, Xuan Zhen had used all of them, whether they were pills to calm the mind or secret spiritual techniques.

At first, these methods were actually extremely effective. But as the number of uses increased, Qing Ling was also developing an immunity. The unspeakable nightmare in her mind, however, did not subside as her immunity grew, but instead became increasingly haunting.

Now, the effect of calming pills and spiritual guidance was minimal, and as he saw his disciple’s condition deteriorating, Xuan Zhen was also anxious.

This time, he only wanted to refuse the kindness of fellow Daoist Qing Yu and let him try it, but Xuan Zhen himself did not have much hope. But to his surprise, this attempt had a miraculous effect.

“Fellow Daoist, your disciple is suffering from a disease of the heart, if she is to be cured, she still needs to resolve her heart demons.” Qing Yu sighed softly.

“But there is no cure for this disease of the heart.” How could Xuan Zhen not know that the disease of the heart needs to be cured by the medicine of the heart? But is the medicine for the heart so easy to find?

How can one find the medicine for a heart disease that is caused by seeing people close to him die one after another?

“Since there is no solution, you can seal his memories, so long as he does not remember those tragic events, this nightmare will naturally be solved.” Qing Yu suggested.

From what Xuan Zhen had said before, Qing Ling had seen Qing Yu’s double, and had even come into close contact with it. Since this was the case, one had to be on guard.

Sealing Qing Ling’s relevant memories and dusting off Qing Yu’s looks would be an excellent solution.

“If you, Daoist, do not mind, the poor dao can help you to seal your disciple’s memories.” Qing Yu said again.

“This ——” Xuan Zhen was a bit indecisive.

It would be a good idea to seal the memory of the disciple, to save him from all the worries, and to return him to his old lively self.

However, Xuan Zhen did not trust Qing Yu.

After all, it was only a stranger whom he had met for the first time, and what if he had done something to Qing Ling.

Spiritual mystic arts were most secretive and unusual, and if the other party had some hidden means, it would not be easy to do.

“If you don’t trust me, I can pa*s on the sealing technique to you, and you can perform it yourself. However, if you are not proficient in this path, I am afraid that you will fall short and find it difficult to seal it completely.” Qing Yu then said.

Those who could reach the True Dan level all had a deep understanding of the divine essence, but if they wanted to seal their memories, they needed to be professional.

Although the martial arts of the True Martial School did not have a shortcoming in the spiritual aspect, for sealing memories, it was not feasible just because the divine essence was strong, but also required relevant secret techniques and experience.

“Senior brother is trustworthy of Daoist friend Qing Yu.” Xuan Goblet marched in slowly and said in a low voice.

As he approached, he also gave Qing Yu an extremely subtle glance, as if he had some special meaning.

“If fellow Daoist is not uneasy, you can personally watch from the sidelines.” After Qing Yu finished his last sentence, he said no more, leaving Xuan Zhen to his own considerations.

The two of them had only known each other for a few moments, so if they cared too much at this point, Xuan Zhen would think they had ulterior motives.

Xuan Zhen pondered for a long time before finally saying, “Sorry, can I let you think about it overnight and give you an answer tomorrow?”

“No matter, the matter is of great importance, and it is only natural that you need time.” Qing Yu waved his hand and said.

“Thank you, fellow Daoist.”

The scene was suddenly quiet again.

Xuan Zhen merely stroked Qing Ling’s dark and silky hair, looking at her side face and quietly pondering. Qing Ling was sleeping and it was not convenient to talk about things at this time, so Qing Yu and Xuan Goblet softly left the main hall and walked outside to the courtyard.

“Brother Dao, don’t you have anything to tell me?” There was a deep-seated agitation in the cool courtyard, the feng shui layout that resonated with Xuan Goblet was reacting to the strong agitation in Xuan Goblet’s heart.

“The matter of the Remaining Shadow Stone?” Qing Yu raised his head slightly and looked out into the distant sky, calm and collected.

“I am more interested in knowing the answer to the other question now than in whose hands the Remaining Shadow Stone is.”

Even if I know now, I can’t remember in whose hand the Remaining Shadow Stone is, and it’s already somewhat irrelevant than the other question.

“Well ——”

Qing Yu raised his hand to flick down his snow-white hair and smiled lightly, “How about Dao brother also giving me one night to think about it?”

One night?

In fact, Xuan Goblet could not wait a moment, but he was not the Xuan Goblet of ten years ago. Xuan Goblet slowly suppressed the agitation in his heart and said indifferently, “Fine, then I will wait for you for one night.”

After saying that, he immediately left.

The slightly heavy footsteps represented the violent fluctuation in Xuan Goblet’s heart, and Qing Yu was laughing when he heard it.

The sound of a True Dan realm martial artist’s footsteps were so heavy, so one could imagine how excited he should be.

“Tonight, I’m afraid it will all be difficult to sleep.”

There was an evil Qi coming from the west, and the night was unsettling. Tonight is not a peaceful night.

There seemed to be a divine light in Qing Yu’s eyes as he looked at the sky in silence.