"How is it impossible? Look at the words in the lower right corner of the scroll?" Cai Cai said.
"Uncle, uncle's uncle. Strange, what does this mean? Could it be that someone who is an uncle made it as a gift for my nephew?" Wan Ling glanced at it and saw the small crooked characters in the lower right corner of the scroll and said strangely.
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"That's not uncle's uncle, it's the small seal character Wan Ling Wan. You originally wanted to write all the two characters Wan Ling, but you gave up the idea after you only wrote one word." Cai Cai said.
Isn't it? At first glance, that character looks like the character for "uncle", but if one carefully distinguishes each stroke, it is clearly the character for "万" in small seal script.
As for why she gave up the idea after writing only one word, Cai Cai didn’t say much, and there was no need to say more: when you started writing ten thousand words like this, did you still need to write the word “spiritual” at the end?
Although it was just a divine soul, Wan Ling was still blushing with shame and could not utter a single word.
"Actually, it's just a name. It doesn't have to be so complicated. Otherwise, it will destroy the Taoist heart." Gu Qingxi said seriously.
Seeing this, she was absolutely sure that this Demonic Picture was the masterpiece of Wan Ling. After all, he was a closed disciple, and she didn't want to see Wan Ling go astray and go further and further down the wrong path.
"I told him the same thing at the time, but he didn't listen at all. He had to say it in order to appear profound and not lose Master's face. He also blamed me. He should have persuaded him more," Cai Cai said with self-reproach.
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"I don't blame you. If you want to blame me, you should blame me." Gu Qingxi consoled her.
Indeed, although Cai Cai has extraordinary blood, a spiritual pet is still a spiritual pet. If Wan Ling insists on persisting, she cannot dissuade her. So if she wants to blame, she can only blame herself, as she is not beaten enough.
"By the way, since it is Wan Ling's magical weapon, how could it fall into the hands of the Yuwen family?" Seeing that Wan Ling was so embarrassed that he could not even lift his head, Gu Qingxi did not continue to hit him, but instead
Xie asked.
If Wan Ling had died with her, it would not be surprising if his natal magic weapon fell into the hands of others. However, Wan Ling was clearly not dead. He only stripped off his soul to help her, and his body was still under the care of his disciple. What happened to his natal magic weapon?
Will it fall into the hands of the Yuwen family?
"I don't remember this." Cai Cai shook her head and said.
Wan Ling was even more confused. He only recovered some memories with the help of Zhong Licang (Emperor Donghua) and others. He finally remembered his master, but how could he remember so many old things.
"Where did you get this magical weapon?" Gu Qingxi turned his attention to Yuwen Feiyang again.
Then, she was stunned.
Yuwen Feiyang had stood up before he knew it, and was jumping up and down while playing Taoist formulas.
He looks a bit like a dancing master, a bit like a ghost, and his expression is extremely excited.
What was he doing? Could it be that the pain just now was so painful that it damaged his soul and made him lose his mind and go crazy? Gu Qingxi was a little confused.
Yuwen Feiyang was indeed very excited. He didn't want to hand over the Demon Map before because he didn't want to easily expose the Yuwen family's ancestral treasure to too many outsiders.
But now that he has handed it over, of course he has no worries anymore.
Don't forget, there is still a trace of his soul imprint hidden in the Demon Map. As long as he uses it to sacrifice the Demon Map, he can make Gu Qingxi explode and die on the spot without a burial place.
Normally, this would have been something he just thought about, but he was already seriously injured, and was tortured to the point of death by a poisonous pill from Gu Qingxi. At this time, he was extremely weak.
Only by jumping up and down like this and exerting all his strength to execute magic spells, could he barely gather his consciousness and bring up a trace of spiritual power.
Imagining the image of Gu Qingxi dying tragically in front of his eyes, Yuwen Feiyang became happier and happier as he thought about it, with a ferocious smile on his face.
But after dancing and dancing for a long time, there was no movement from the Demonic Diagram. Gu Qingxi was still standing in front of her perfectly.
How could this happen? Could it be that the Divine Soul Brand has disappeared? But when I handed over the Demon Map just now, I checked it and the Divine Soul Brand was clearly still there. How could it be possible that it just disappeared?
By the way, it must be because he was seriously injured before and was tortured so badly by that poisonous pill that his spiritual power was insufficient and his consciousness could not be condensed.
After finding out the reason, Yuwen Feiyang jumped even more energetically, using both hands to perform the spells as hard as he could with chicken claws.
Unfortunately, there was still no movement on the Demon Diagram in Gu Qingxi's hand.
Is he really insane and insane? Seeing that he was still dancing endlessly, Gu Qingxi finally got impatient and kicked out towards Yumen Feiyang.
This kind of mental illness is difficult to cure, but it is easy to cure. If it is a fairy monk, it will be a little troublesome, but it is simple for demon cultivators.
Anyway, the demon cultivator resists the beating, and if his mind is not clear, just beat him until he wakes up.
"Poof!" Blood spurted out from his nose, and Yuwen Feiyang fell to the ground on his back again.
Why did it fail? Why did the mark of the soul that was created with so much effort become completely useless in front of her?
Yuwen Feiyang looked up at the sky helplessly, shouting silently in his heart, and two lines of tears burst out of his eyes again, rolling down his cheeks.
Of course he wouldn't know that the destined owner of the Heavenly Demon Diagram was Gu Qingxi's body. Not to mention just a trace of the soul imprint, even if he imprinted all the souls into it, there would never be any movement in the Heavenly Demon Diagram.
"Where did you get this magic weapon?" Gu Qingxi asked again when she saw Yuwen Feiyang crying and crying, but his eyes had returned to clarity and were no longer as crazy as before.
"I heard that the ancestors got it by chance and it was passed down from generation to generation to this day. But it has been so long that no one in the Yuwen family knows where it came from." Yuwen Feiyang said weakly.
Gu Qingxi had already expected this: Judging from the fact that Wan Ling had no memory of this natal magic weapon, it was probably lost tens of thousands of years ago. What could Yuwen Feiyang know about something so long ago?
"Get up, you can go." Gu Qingxi waved her hand and said.
Although Yuwen Feiyang had something to do with today's incident, if he lost such a precious ancestral magic weapon, even if he wasn't beaten to death when he returned, he would definitely have to shed a layer of his skin, and there was no need for her to teach him a lesson.
Leave? Do you think I can still leave like this? Yuwen Feiyang looked at Gu Qingxi with a sad face.
When the great master jumped down just now, he used up all his last bit of strength. He couldn't even move his fingers, let alone leave.
"I forgot, you were seriously injured just now. There is a pill here, please take it." Looking at his weak face, Gu Qingxi reacted and took out another pill to prepare for the attack.
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What, what did you say, come again! Yuwen Feiyang immediately jumped up like a fish that had just been fished ashore.
A force that came out of nowhere instantly flowed through his limbs and bones.