Song Quwu's paintings were very interesting.

The Gu wither is not like a Gu wither, it is like a big bug.

The position and posture of a man and a woman is not bad. The man is taking drugs, and the woman has turned over and drawn her sword.

Chen Yanjun had to sigh that Senior Sister Song's paintings were too realistic, as if she had really seen them with her own eyes.

But he couldn't prove that Murong Ye was at the scene at that time.

After all, the group of Wuhou, who were greedy for life and fear of death, also saw this scene and could also repeat the general story to the prison guard afterwards.

But at this moment, Chen Yanjun turned his head to look at Murong Ye's expression, which was too mysterious and quiet...

Could this woman be really on the scene, right?

Chen Yanjun suddenly remembered that when she met Murong Ye for the first time, she did not appear immediately, but hid on the beam.

Recently, I got along with her and found that this woman has no big strategy. She does things all by intuition and looks very accurately at people. She doesn't look like a hiding and enduring person.

Even so, he did not look for him directly, but hid on the Cui Mansion and observed him for so long, until he confronted Cui Wanjun.

Besides, she was afraid of heights, but she hid on the beam.

Could it be that he really sees his specialness?

Chen Yanjun suddenly suspected that his wife and Murong Ye seemed to have a very good relationship. Will Murong Ye tell his wife fortunes and be the one who has the destiny to be the noble one?

Combined with this woman's unreasonable fear of heights...

He is becoming more and more like a charlatan!

Chen Yanjun stared at himself in the ink-splashing painting in the air and asked curiously:

"Speaking of this, how did the senior sister know that I was taking herbs at that time?"

Song Quwu glanced at Murong Ye and said calmly:

"This is the result of Master Zheng of the Ministry of Education sneaking into the Wuma Department's archive room."

"About Gu Feng, both the Yin Tiger Tribe and the Wu Horse Tribe are currently investigating."

"I heard that Luan Feng and Liu Qingyu from Wuma tribe went to Danlin Court that day. This plan made you stumbling. I didn't plan to let you go to the prison department, but in the end I was impressed by your medical skills."

"Maybe one day in the future, if Master Zheng causes trouble, you will be poached by Wuma tribe."

Will I get into trouble? Murong Ye frowned and nibbled Xueli, unhappy.

"Say the point!"

Song Quwu immediately redirected:

"What makes Gu Bi different from ordinary strange beasts is that his intelligence seems to be much higher than ordinary strange beasts, but it seems to be worse than humans... Its blood is poisonous and has a certain infectiousness."

"All signs indicate that Gu Bi is not a natural strange beast, but a man-made one according to the appearance of strange beasts in the mountains and seas."

As she said this, she casually drew a fusion diagram of countless insects and the withered.

Obviously, she did not see Gu Zhen with her own eyes, and she heard the information about Gu Zhen very sloppy, like the style of a certain woman.

Chen Yanjun had already expected that Gu Feng was not a strange beast in the mountains and seas.

Where can strange beasts in mountains and seas be tamed, and even run away with their heads after falling off?

"So, poison is the key?"

Song Quwu was slightly stunned, not fully adapting to the word.

"The poison of Gu... Actually, Fang Qunyu called him arbitrarily based on the poison on Gu Teng's body. It should be something like a demon barrier. You should be familiar with it, and successfully cured the demon barrier on Cui Da for the first time."

Chen Yanjun's understanding of the devil's obstacles is limited to practicing and rushing to the level of enlightenment, and he does not know the definition of the prison guard.

"Where was the first to be discovered? Could it be some kind of poison produced by artificially?"

As a time traveler from the 21st century, Chen Yanjun is best at conspiracy theories.

Song Quwu immediately waved his ink and drew a casual cultivator sitting on the ruins of war.

"What will happen if a cultivator with poor spiritual energy and poor resources, a talented cultivator who forcibly crosses the barrier without sufficient preparation and without proper guidance?"

Chen Yanjun answered tentatively:

"Is it possible to fall into the devil's way?"

As Song Quwu splashed ink, smoke began to emerge from the head of the casual cultivator.

"That's right, only geniuses will fall into the devil's way when they are not met."

Chen Yanjun is familiar with this smoke, and it may not be smoke. It is probably the cooling mechanism of the soul's power down after entering the demonic environment.

He has encountered this situation many times himself, and has not mentioned it now.

Song Quwu continued:

"So, it is usually difficult to see demons in Chang'an, but in places where wars are constantly turmoil and spiritual energy is barren, many talented casual cultivators do not have enough resources and methods, and they can easily fall into the path of demons."

"What is the devil's way?"

The demonic path that Chen Yanjun remembers is often evil cultivator, such as eating abortion, refining abortion of human body, or juicing a kernel of furnace and cauldron...

Song Quwu explained:

"The Prison Controller's definition of the demonic path is different from that of the evil cultivator. Only those who lose their minds and directly overcome the barriers in the second realm of nourishing Qi can be called the demonic path."

"It's also called being in a devil's way."

"The devil's way is essentially a problem with the soul, not a physical condition."

"But in most cases, the problem of soul is more terrifying than physical problems."

"The devil will change the body as you wish until it changes to the ideal form in your heart."

As she said this, Song Quwu began to speed up the wiping ink and doodle freely, as if he had awakened some extraordinary talent.

"In fact, even ordinary cultivators who have not entered the devil's path forcibly control their souls, untie their dantians themselves, and pull them all over their spiritual pressure. In the extreme state, they can transform their body into free form."

Chen Yanjun looked closely and saw in Senior Sister Song’s simple graffiti, even seeing the shapes of octopus tentacles, floating horns or giant worms…

The more I looked, the more I became, the more I was not right. Chen Yanjun quickly interrupted her strange graffiti.

"What is the relationship between poison and demon obstacles?"

Song Quwu said:

"The word "Gu poison" has existed for a long time. It was originally used to control the poisonous substances of poisonous insects. In the past few days, Fang Qunyu used this word to refer to the poison of Gu wither. Before the final result was released, the Prison Secretary only used this word for the time being.

"Fang Qunyu and Dr. Tan's opinion is that the poison of the Gu is likely to be a poison that is extracted from the body of the demon and stored in fixed manner with special drugs to spread."

It can be seen that Senior Sister Song is very cautious in using words, and all the uncertainties are pushed to Danlin Court, which has nothing to do with the prison guards.

This is also impossible. The prison guards are in Chang'an City and cannot reach a lawless state.

The Imperial College is a place where major forces are mixed and intertwined, and their families are great and their businesses are great.

Regarding the possibility that the poison of the Gu is artificial, Chen Yanjun couldn't help but think of Huang Chao who had been practicing in Danlin Academy for seven days.

At that time, teaching assistant Fang was still a student...

Chen Yanjun dared not think about it anymore. Conspiracy theories without evidence are meaningless.

"Speaking of this, the reason why poison, or blood of demons and evil has not been spread on a large scale is that everyone is mediocre and does not have the conditions for transmission."

“…”

Chen Yanjun suddenly felt insulted by himself.

Song Quwu continued:

"The demon blood is transmitted to mortals. If it does not have time to act on the roots and bones, the mortal soul will not be able to withstand it. If it dies or goes crazy on the spot, its bloodline will naturally not be contagious."

"A cultivator who passes his devil blood to the talented people will become a pool of squirming bodies, until the last trace of spiritual veins is exhausted, and the air drys into dust and smoke, and the blood contagiousness has greatly decreased."

While talking, Song Quwu was unbearable to his hands, and he splashed his ink and drew a strange wriggling body.

Chen Yanjun couldn't help but think of Fan Yu.

Although this fellow villager assassinated the original owner for money and resources, the death was awful.

"Only when a demonic blood is transmitted to a genius cultivator can he make this person fall into the demonic path, and his bloodline will continue to be contagious."

"If all the cultivators in the world had talents like Ruma Masahisa, human beings would have been extinct."

Song Quwu's way of doing this.

And he casually drew a graffiti over the Central Plains that was occupied by various strange and huge shadows.

There was only a black shadow crawling on the ground, and a wine pot was hung on her body...

Chen Yanjun held his forehead, and this painting was too damaged.

But Murong Ye watched it with relish and did not think anything was wrong.

Song Quwu’s meaning is very simple: mediocre people save the world, no matter how spiritual energy recovers and declines, mortals are the foundation of mankind.

"According to the report of the Prison-Secretary, the only thing that survives after a cultivator with great talent can survive after he falls into the demonic path."
To be continued...