Lin Yuanxing - 242. Chapter 242

Su Yun fell silent.

Spirituality is the spirit that people gather together, and supernatural power is the reflection of spirituality.

When Qin Wuling died, his spirit was not strong enough, and when his spirit was attached to foreign objects, he could only become a monster, a fairy or a strange.

Han Jun, now Xue Qingfu, sent Qin Wuling’s spirit into his pen, turning him into a pen monster, no different from other monsters.

Other monsters, such as the flower fox and Qingqiuyue, are also transformed by the spirit of the spiritualist attached to the fox. For them, there is no previous life. They are themselves. The only thing they have to do with the previous life is that they feel familiar with something from time to time in their memory, as if they have done or experienced it.

Sometimes, they also think of life fragments from the previous life, but they are no longer the person in the previous life.

The same is true for Pen Guai Danqing.

He was sold by Han Jun to the Sage Cen who entered Beijing to rush for the exam when he was young. Sage Cen had a good relationship with the Dao Sages and Sacred Buddhas at that time.

Even if Dan Qing awakened Qin Wuling’s memory, it had nothing to do with Qin Wuling. For him, it was just a life experience, just like it is now.

Wen Guanshan said that Qin Wuling was dead, and he was a brilliant writer. That’s why.

“So, teacher, how did Saint Wen die?”

Su Yun asked: “Cen Sheng investigated the death of Danqing, but he hanged himself outside Tianmen Town. How did he die? I saw the body of Saint Wen in your study, and also saw many terrible things. What should you explain?”

“You are very close to the truth.”

Wen Guanshan glanced at the shadow behind him and smiled: “If I can survive this catastrophe, I will tell you the truth. If I can’t make it through, then this secret will be buried with me in the dust.”

Su Yun raised his eyebrows, and his gaze fell on the corpse of the girl who had been frozen into an ice sculpture behind him: “The teacher is only two steps away from me. Maybe the teacher doesn’t have to wait to see if he can survive this catastrophe, maybe the disciple can do it now. Let the teacher turn into dust.”

Wen Guanshan said lightly: “With the Yinglong in your body? My child, before you master the power of Yinglong, I can kill you and kill Yingying in your spirit world by the way.”

The two fell silent.

Yingying squeezed her cold sweat, extremely nervous.

Su Yun got up and said goodbye: “Teacher is a good man to take care of his body.”

Wen Guanshan stared at his shadow, a killing machine flashed in his eyes, wanted to move, but suppressed it again.

The shadow of Su Yun on the ground resembled Yinglong, the god of war in the myth, with a powerful and mysterious power that made him a little unpredictable.

“The shadow on the ground is like Yinglong. At a certain moment, I thought he was lying to me, using his superficial supernatural powers to fool me. But this evil and powerful force…”

Wen Guanshan looked at Su Yun’s back, and was uncertain in his heart: “This profound force even surpasses the saint. It is said that the ancient holy emperor encountered the devil raging and could not win the battle, so he prayed and prayed to the sky, and the god of war, Yinglong. Say, the rumors are true?”

“Ma-ha-” a weird voice came from his ear.

When Wen Guanshan heard this voice, the killing intent in his heart completely dissipated.

Su Yun walked out, and when he walked out of the prime minister’s residence, Yingying finally heard a voice in his ear: “Finally walked out alive. Su Shizi, I thought he would really kill him! I didn’t expect it. He will really be frightened by your magical powers!”

Su Yun was also a little surprised, and said: “I didn’t expect it. I originally expected him to have a temptation. Who knew that if he didn’t even try a temptation, I was bluffed.”

“It may be that he was beaten too badly by Xiang Liu.” Yingying guessed.

“I think so.”

Su Yun was very contented: “Sage Wen, one of the four great myths, was beaten into a psychological shadow by me, which is also natural.”

Yingying was silent for a moment, and then suddenly said, “Su Shizi, thank you, you have settled my worries.”

Su Yun looked up at the sky, exhaled a sulky breath, and said with a smile: “Yingying, it is not only you who have settled a worry, I have also settled a great worry, and there will be no suffocation in my heart since then.”

Yingying chuckles and said: “I am also worried that you will fall into the devil’s way because of this, just like Han Jun, like Qin Wuling and the others, when they saw the darkness, they turned into darkness.” She said this, feeling a little sad in her heart.

Wen Guanshan said that he was Danqing, not Qin Wuling, but in Yingying’s mind he was Qin Wuling and the wise and martial leader of the school.

“How did I become like them?”

Su Yun laughed: “I was only deceived by Mr. Wild Fox, but I also learned a lot of knowledge from him. This is a good thing, why bother to think about it?”

Yingying was stunned: “However, what you have experienced is much darker than them.”

She could hardly imagine that, like Su Yun, who had lived in a big lie since he was a child, the people in the town were all ghosts and gods who protected him in name, but in fact they owed him too much.

He was subjected to brutal and inhumane experiments by the elders he admired since he was a child. The other children around him were tortured to death by such experiments, and only he survived.

When he was blind, he fell into the lies woven by Mr. Wild Fox. Mr. Wild Fox used him to observe Tianmen Town and explore the mysteries of Tianmen Town.

Even the death of Mr. Wild Fox is a lie!

The dark life that Han Jun and Qin Wuling experienced was not as dark as the darkness that Su Yun had experienced, but why didn’t Su Yun degenerate into a demon as Wutong expected?

“Probably because someone opened a skylight in my life so that the sun can shine.”

Su Yun thought for a while, and said quietly: “When I was put in a coffin, someone cut me out. When I was in Tianmen Town, someone scattered the clouds and let the sun shine on my yard. That is. At that time, I still had many friends, like my second brother, like Xiaofan, like Xiaoyao-senpai whom I met later, and you, Zuo Pushe, and Mr. Shui Jing, Taoist Xianyun… You are really right. I’m very good.

“I left Tianshiyuan. Although I encountered the case of conspiracy by the seven great families, and saw the intrigue of the families, they were fighting each other, but I also saw people who were earnestly pursuing their studies and working for the good of the people.”

His smile was like the sunlight cast down in the dark clouded sky, and he smiled: “I have also seen some people spend their entire lives to let the scholars at the bottom have school, study, and read, and some people are working hard for the people at the bottom. Although my fate is miserable, but I see the light. With these, why should I degenerate into a demon?”

Yingying was a little at a loss.

Han Jun, Qin Wuling, Su Yun, they encountered different sufferings, but they were all full of darkness, but why their choices were different?

“People can live in the dark, but their thoughts must not sink in the dark. Pull out the dark clouds, and you will see the sun. Probably Su Shizi is the kind of person who often pushes away the dark clouds in his heart.”

Yingying felt that Su Yun, a big boy, had something admirable, and he had a truly powerful heart.

Yingying asked: “Wen Guanshan said that he has a calamity approaching and can survive this calamity alive, let’s talk about the old things. Do you know where this calamity comes from?”

Su Yun’s eyes flashed, and he raised his head to look towards the Jade Emperor Mountain Imperial City.

Yingying understood her heart, a little worried: “Then can he survive this catastrophe?”

Su Yun retracted his gaze and returned to the Xianliangyuan: “Whether he can survive this catastrophe has nothing to do with us.”

Yingying suddenly became anxious: “But the truth…”

Su Yun laughed loudly: “He thought he wanted to pinch me based on a truth. It’s a dream! If he can’t live, then he will die, and let the truth be buried in the dust with him. I don’t care about it! ”

That night.

On the third night, the slaying of the prime minister’s residence was steep. Some culprits entered from the main entrance with the intent to assassinate the prime minister. Min Wanghai, Fei Hongjin and other disciples struggled to kill the enemy and were drawn out of the prime minister’s residence. Only a few remained in the residence. Nursing Home Ding.

Some family members rushed out of the hospital and went to report to the officials, but they couldn’t wait for the officials to arrive.

When he was anxious, there was red light floating in the sky. The guardian looked from a distance, but there were two red lanterns. When the red lanterns flew to the front, he realized that they were not.

Those are two huge eyes!

The owner of the eyes was like a demon, his eyes were red and huge, and his face was covered with beards, like a young dragon pierced on his cheek, and then fluttered, broke into the other courtyard and ate people, ate a few of the nurses, and others. It broke up in a rush.

The demon-like creature broke into the other courtyard and walked to the courtyard where the Wenguan Mountain was recuperating. He was about to enter the courtyard when he saw a golden banner hanging on the arch.

When the weird creature encountered the golden banner, he couldn’t help being shocked and hurried into the air, and the golden banner also rose into the sky.

I saw two red lights and a golden flag flying around in mid-air, and suddenly there was a thunder in the air, the two red lights went out, and a huge head fell from the sky.

The golden flag floated and was about to fly down. Suddenly a golden thunder flashed across the sky, like an arrow, hitting the golden flag, shooting the golden flag, and not knowing where to go.

By the fourth clock, the sky over Dongdu was thunderous, and there was a majestic rain, and Dongdu was completely dark, and even the tribulation lights were not as bright as before.

In the rainy night, a person wearing a hat, pressed very low, walked into the undefended prime minister’s residence.

There was no golden banner in front of the arch, and the man walked smoothly into the yard of Wenguan Mountain to recuperate and came to the door of the sickbed.

In front of the door, Lingshan descending magic pestle hung, and suddenly the light shined!

For a few rounds, the man in the bucket squeezed Lingshan Jiang Mochu, crushed Jiang Mochu, nailed it to the ground, and then pushed the door to enter.

When he arrived in front of the sick bed, he saw a sword hanging on the bedside of the sick bed, which was another treasure of Wen Guanshan, the sword of three corpses!

Dao sword screamed, jumped out of the scabbard, and suddenly the sword light filled the room, staggering like electricity in the ward.

After another three rounds, the man in the hat suppressed the three-corpse sword, and the sword was inserted into the scabbard with a bang.

The man in the bowl walked to the sick couch, and behind the curtain of the sick couch, it was vaguely visible that Wen Guanshan suddenly sat up.

The man in the hat stretched his palm to the drapery, slammed his palm, took off his sword, turned around, strode away, and did not lift the drapery.

Wen Guanshan who was behind the account was dumbfounded: “It’s amazing, Mr. Shui Jing!”

The man in the hat came to the door, pulled up the Lingshan Demon Pestle inserted in the ground, and took it away together.

Wen Guanshan lay down, his expression gloomy: “Qiu Shuijing is calculating me, it really is like a water mirror, dripping water!”

His original plan was to put the three spirit soldiers of the Thousand Words Banner, the Sword of the Three Corpses and the Spirit Mountain and the Demon Pestle in the coffin to prepare for the attack of the master of the second night. Unexpectedly, the target was not him. , But his three spiritual soldiers!

There are only a few people in the world who can count one step more wisely than him, and even he counts among them, Qiu Shuijing is one of them.

Therefore, Wen Guanshan immediately guessed that the person behind the situation was this Mr. Shui Jing!

“It’s not that easy to want me to die!”

Five watch days, after a thunderstorm, the sky was clear, the night sky was clear, the moon was bright and the stars were sparse, and suddenly there were crying and crying, and bad news came from the guest house of the Prime Minister. One of the four great myths of Yuanshuo, the prime minister Wenguanshan, died of illness. , Died suddenly.

Most of the civil and military officials in the eastern capital had already washed and cleaned, and were eating early, preparing to go to court. Hearing this news, they couldn’t help but panicked and set off one after another, heading straight to the prime minister’s residence. It was both condolences and spying on the news.

From the five shifts to the daytime, from daytime to the afternoon, people from the residence of the Prime Minister kept coming and going, and even the emperor went out of the palace to express condolences and cry.

Yu Shi Qiu Shuijing also came to mourn, even crying out of breath. Fei Hongjin, Zeng Zhensong and others had to open the coffin to see the prime minister’s remains.

“The prime minister will go, Qiu will be buried in the same room as the prime minister, and follow the prime minister after death!”

Qiu Shuijing drew his sword and cried, so he wiped his neck on the spot. Min Wanghai, Fei Hongjin and others hurriedly stopped. During the dispute, Qiu Shuijing stabbed the coffin with a sword.

The civil and military officials hurriedly stepped forward, with good words to persuade him, Qiu Shuijing slowly stopped crying, but occasionally twitched his shoulders. It was obvious that the pain in his heart could not be resolved for a while.

On this night, Wan Lai was silent in the middle of the night. There was a coffin in the other courtyard, only the candlelight was faint, and Ya Que was silent.

A figure came slowly in the dark and came to the coffin.

The man slowly raised his head under the candlelight, took out a mask from his arms, and stuck it on his face with a click. The mask suddenly came alive.

“Leader brother, you once saved my life, and I will pay you back tonight. After tonight, you and I will not owe each other anymore, each will fight for the world!”

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