Catalogue of forbidden Taoist techniques

Because Ling Wuji is the kind of person who will build a psychological comfort zone for himself in advance. For someone like him, whether he can enjoy freedom may not be important, but whether he can break the cage is very important.

But since she couldn't ask Ling Wuji, she turned her attention to the saint who savioured France.

She felt that perhaps the two of them did have some similarities.

Although it is definitely not the title of that saint.

She just felt that the other party might also be confused about her current situation. Although they were all servants who obtained the so-called second life, the two from China basically chose to stay on their own, so she couldn't see the confusion in those two people. As for the Assyrian Queen and the caster, neither of them seemed like people who would open their hearts to others and express their true feelings. On the contrary, this holy girl might be unusually frank.

Volume 5: Dark and Stormy: Chapter 18: Distortion

When Joan of Arc woke up, she felt her whole body was cold, but she felt a warm touch in the palm of her hand. When she opened her eyes, she saw a familiar face, the face she saw every time she looked in the mirror during this period. It was indeed very similar to her when she was alive. This situation even gave her a feeling of looking in the mirror, but she knew clearly that this was definitely not looking in the mirror.

Because that person's eyes were exactly Leticia's.

So she was literally cut out and placed in another body.

She looked at the girl's face, which seemed to be about to cry with joy, and she could not help but reach out to touch her. However, she still could not adapt to this body in the end, so she only stretched out her hand weakly halfway and then fell down again weakly.

"She needs time to adjust to this body."

Justisa Rizleich von Einzbern said.

So after saying goodbye to her, Leticia walked out of the dim underground room.

The android looked at the innocent girl's back and said, "Your Command Seal as a ruler is still on her, right? I'm very curious now, what will happen if she uses the Command Seal on you?"

Joan of Arc thought about it, then shook her head silently.

She didn't know the answer to that question either.

The two were silent for a while, and then they both broke the silence at the same time: "I say..."

"You first."

They said at the same time.

After a moment of silence, Jeanne finally decided to take the initiative and said, "You are the famous Saint of Winter, right?"

"The real Saint is right here. How dare I use this title? Just call me Yustisa."

"Then you can just call me Jeanne d'Arc."

"Ms. Justisa, I heard that you are working for him and are planning to turn the third method into magic?"

"That's right." The white-haired and red-eyed android did not want to hide anything, not to mention that there was no need to hide anything.

"So, if it's okay, can I join you in your work?"

"why?"

"Because in a sense, my wish is the same as Miss Justisa's. I hope to eliminate all disputes and sufferings, poverty and pain in the world, and let everyone laugh under the same sky..."

To be honest, there is nothing similar between the two of them.

At least Justisa couldn't be that firm.

So she couldn't help but ask according to Ling Wuji's thoughts: "But there is no possibility that the wish will come true, right?"

"If you do it, it may come true. If you don't do it, it will never come true!"

At this point, Yustisa realized that she didn't understand Ling Wuji as well as she thought, so she couldn't use Ling Wuji's thinking to counter this bowl of chicken soup. She just nodded silently, and then said, "Ms. Jeanne, are you always so determined?"

"what?"

"I mean, are you always so determined to carry out your ideas?"

"No," but unexpectedly, Joan of Arc shook her head and said, "I was almost convinced once, but at that moment, I was thinking, if I give up this dream, then what is the meaning of my Lord letting me come to this world again?"

“Maybe God is just a guy who plays dice when he’s bored?”

The android just muttered softly.

"what?"

Since she was in the process of adapting to her new body, Jeanne's five senses were not as sharp as when her consciousness was still in Leticia's body, so she could not hear the man-made man's voice clearly and just asked.

But Justisa didn't say much.

She just looked deeply at the holy girl lying on the hospital bed.

For a moment, a trace of cold malice suddenly flashed through her heart: If she were allowed to betray her faith in God and let this holy girl fall, then she would be able to understand herself, right?

The artificial human who was once known as the Saint of Winter suddenly felt that a switch in her body was turned on. She became more excited than ever before, and even wanted to immediately make a plan to corrupt this holy girl. However, she remained calm on the surface, just nodded calmly to the girl on the bed and walked out.

For some reason, Joan of Arc only felt a dark flame burning on the body of the white-haired, red-eyed woman, turning the originally holy person like ice and snow into a dark lotus. She was confused and wanted to struggle to get up and look at the person's back again, but it seemed like just an illusion.

She lay down again, completely exhausted.

Then he pressed his forehead with a headache.

The Winter Saint, who had already walked out of the door, covered her face, as if she couldn't help laughing. At this moment, she finally understood why Ling Wuji always wanted to tear down the walls between the inner and outer worlds but didn't want to rule this world. He just wanted to see the chaos of this world. Because the young man was originally indifferent to this world, only these things might be able to please him a little.

“So, I want this too.”

She did not give up her wish to save all mankind.

She also didn't want to give up and let the androids find their own way out.

She's just a little broken somewhere.

Or maybe, she was just jealous that person had such an illusory reason to find the meaning of her coming to this world and continuing to survive in this world. When she thought of this, she couldn't wait to see what that person would look like after he lost his faith and fell.

"So, first of all, gain her friendship."

She was busy calculating in her mind.

"Secondly, we need to gain the friendship of Leticia."

She returned to her former holy, cold, ice-like appearance.

"Finally, we need to get Ling Wuji to agree, or even convince him to participate in this plan, but..."

At this moment, she frowned as if she was worried about the people of the world, and you couldn't tell that she had deep malice towards someone in her heart. Although if Ling Wuji knew the truth, he might call this feeling twisted love. Anyway, no matter how you look at it, this feeling is really too twisted.

"It's a little too difficult to plot against him."

Of course, Ling Wuji would not be interested in such things.

You cannot say that he has a strong sense of justice, but if you say he is evil, he will not use all means to force others to obey his will. This is also the creed he deliberately set for himself, to distinguish himself from Luo Hao, at least to prevent himself from taking the same path as Luo Hao. Otherwise, it would not be fun to wait a few hundred years and use Luo Hao's style of doing things to force out another person who is destined to be his own.

Volume 1: Dark and Stormy: Chapter : Traces ()

Justisia Rizleich von Einzbern once asked Ling Wuji if it was really a good idea to let Leticia, who had already separated Joan of Arc's soul, go so deep into the mysterious side. Ling Wuji said on the surface that there was nothing wrong with it, but in fact he was very sure that he needed such a signpost, a signpost that had clearly seen the scenery of the mysterious side but stood outside the threshold and stopped moving forward, to measure his future actions.

In fact, it is not accurate for Zhao Suyi to say that he took the initiative.

Although he did choose himself between the "Tao" and "self" of the outside world.

However, his mentality was neither active nor completely passive, but a state similar to "the unpredictable yin and yang are called gods". However, such a state was not conducive to his understanding of the realm of "wind and rain are dark", so he had to make a choice, just like he had thought at the beginning. If he wanted to comprehend that realm, he had to let the whole society fall into the turbulent state of "wind and rain are dark". In this process, his sword would not have to stick to a specific thing, and could even evolve into "wind and rain" that touched the corners of the whole society -

Although Ling Wuji felt that this practice was quite strange.

Is it really worth it to destroy your own state of mind in order to reach a higher level of swordsmanship?

Although Ling Wuji didn't think that his mood was very good now.

Just as Leticia mentioned, he didn't think he was very happy at the moment.

Since we're just going to muddle through, then even if we take the initiative to make a choice, it shouldn't be that bad, right?

However, in order to avoid going too far, he still chose someone to be his guide.

Although he didn't know how long Leticia could hold on.

However, even if he himself is seeking change, why should he ask others to stay where they are? Isn't that like looking for a sword on a boat?

In fact, Ling Wu Ji is not always as the Winter Saint thinks. He has always been stubborn and thinks that the meaning of what he does can only be judged by himself. Although he is indeed like this most of the time, it is because he does not care about the opinions of irrelevant people.

"So, now, how many people are there?"

When thinking about this question, Ling Wuji felt mostly empty inside.

Maybe that old man Lu Wenyuan is one?

But he was too lazy to look for him now.

Maybe there will be a day when he will have to go back, but he doesn't want to go back at this time. He has a vague premonition that if he wants to go back, it will be when he is ready to end his messy stories and is too lazy to leave his own mark in this world. It seems that the man actually has the same idea. The last mark he leaves on this world may be himself.

What kind of mark do you want to leave in this world?

Thinking of this question, Wu Ji felt a little excited, but also a little disappointed: He clearly had the ability to rewrite the face of the world, but he had never thought about how to paint. Did he really have to turn the world into a blank slate before putting pen to paper?

Ling Wuji smiled boredly, shook his head, then stood up and walked out of his residence.

……

Yukinoshita Haruno feels that her life has become particularly fulfilling recently.

This fulfillment is completely different from the past. In the past, she was used to using her innate talent, which was similar to acting, to move among all kinds of people. She used her eyes to examine other people's thoughts. She carefully aroused the desires of those people and used the conflicts and compromises of all parties to achieve her goals.

She used to be quite satisfied with her talent and practice.

Although there are times when I meet people like Ling Wuzhi.

However, at that time, she firmly believed that even if she temporarily succumbed to Ling Wuji's tyranny, she could eventually stay by Ling Wuji's side and influence his thoughts, thus achieving her own goals.

But ever since she chose to embark on the path of a warrior during the summer vacation and joined in the training, all her old ideas have been overturned, because she can feel her body gradually becoming stronger, and this strength is beyond the limits of normal humans and is completely under her control, not relying on weapons or other external objects. In the past, she might have believed that the strength of the mind is the real strength, but now, she can be clear that this kind of strength is what she really wants.

She was even obsessed with the feeling of making little progress. Recently, she almost skipped all her classes at university and trained on her own every day. She also found that training according to the method given by Ling Wu Ji did not make her skin rough and dark. Instead, it made her skin more delicate and white, as if there were some impurities in her body that were removed during the forging process.

But the more she progressed, the more she felt that Ling Wu Ji's talent was unfathomable.

Because even if she continued to practice step by step, it would take her ten years to reach what Ling Wu Ji called the peak of the acquired realm.

According to Ling Wu Ji, in order to enter the innate realm from the peak of the acquired realm, one must either use the acquired true qi to open up the meridians of the whole body and circulate throughout the limbs in order to arouse the innate true qi that has been integrated into the body since birth, and then use the innate true qi to make the transformation. When the transformation is completed, the thick layer of barrier between the human body and soul will disappear, and the warrior can use the innate true qi to nourish the true meaning of martial arts in the Niwan Palace.

Either...

"It is a martial artist who ascends to heaven in one step and directly comprehends the true meaning of martial arts."

Yukinoshita Haruno finally came back to her senses. It was not surprising to see Ling Wuji appear in her residence. After all, she had long been aware of Ling Wuji's magical powers. The more clearly she saw it, the more desperate she felt about Ling Wuji's talent. No, it couldn't be said to be desperate. She had never thought that she could really be on par with him. She just felt that Ling Wuji was not human at all.

"It seems that this kind of evaluation won't please me at this point, right?"

"So what can I do to please you?"

Yukinoshita Haruno picked up a towel and wiped the sweat off her face. Her snow-white kendo uniform was already soaked with sweat and stuck tightly to her body, outlining the beautiful curves of this female college student. She did not shy away from showing this in front of Ling Wuji, but just said it openly.