"That's what it's like. This bird Huang Yingxue said that there is a shitty person who goes back. If he really wants to go back, he will kill him. There is no way to return the favor. Bah, I really know that I am wrong. Let's go to our Lingtai Zongduer Tower first and then talk about it!
I first let him know what it means to have a boundless sea of suffering, and to be able to turn back and find the shore!"
Hearing this, Lin Shu slammed the table hard and said bitterly.
Since Duetta was restarted, many warriors with violent tempers and committed many evil deeds have been thrown into it.
Among them are not only grandmasters, great masters, but also true kings.
Many disciples have seen Lin Mo going to Du E Pagoda every day to chant sutras and chant Buddha. Slowly, Du E Pagoda, which was originally filled with abuse and roars, became quieter.
No one knows the reason for the silence, and no one knows what happened to those criminals in the end, or why they changed their minds so quickly.
But as time passed, Duer Tower also became a forbidden area of Lingtai Sect.
The evil reputation even spread outside the clan, making countless people fearful.
"But no matter what, something big is probably going on in Yizhou, and it's a good thing. Brother Yuande, how do you plan to take revenge?" Nie Yun heard this and asked aloud.
"I am not in a hurry about this matter. I will discuss it with you in the long term. After all, that person is now in power and is mixed with the imperial court. He is not much more powerful than he was back then." Ma Yuande responded with some color returning to his face.
He is a self-aware person.
Especially after going through all kinds of things in the past, his character has matured a lot. He is no longer the crazy scholar who dared to make fun of even Zhenjun and Zhou Muhou when he was drunk...
He knew that Lin Mo valued him and relied on him, but he also knew that if he got carried away and became arrogant because of this, he would definitely be punished.
Thinking of Lin Mo, Ma Yuande couldn't help but feel a little in awe.
He has obviously been working under him for such a long time.
On the contrary, he couldn't understand the latter more and more.
Whether it's strength without seeing the bottom line or unexpected ways of acting.
It seems to have always been a mystery.
It's hard to see through and understand, but you can't help but feel awe and fear in your heart.
"That's good, Master should be on the way there already." Nie Yun said in a deep voice.
Afterwards, the three of them agreed not to discuss the matter again.
Starting from Ma Yuande, he started to talk about the general situation of Qihai today, as well as traveling and doing things, and what he has seen and heard in the past few days.
This kind of meeting is also a way for several people to get closer to each other.
Share information, ask questions, discuss countermeasures, and solve problems.
Compared with playing and eating together, this kind of community of interests is more reliable.
This can also be regarded as the prototype of faction division.
As Lin Mo's strength became stronger and stronger, the gap between him and ordinary people became wider and wider. Even the True Lord within the sect met him less and less often.
This means that power is being decentralized.
As the people with the closest relationships, they naturally subconsciously began to work together as a team.
the other side.
Ying Qingya and Zhang Shutong did not go far.
Stay and rest in a holiday home near the cabin.
In the courtyard, Zhang Shutong stood in front of the stone table, spread out a large piece of white rice paper, held a wolf hair dipped in ink, and scolded Fang Qiu.
On the other side, Ying Qingya used a delicate gold-rimmed knife and fork to eat snacks brought from Yizhou.
Feeling at ease and happy.
Yes, pleasure.
There was absolutely no anger or anger when I left.
It took about half the time of burning the incense.
Zhang Shutong put away his pen, placed the wolf hair in the pen holder, then moved the white jade unicorn paperweight aside and blew the scent of ink on it.
Looking at Ying Qingya in front of her, she felt worried for some reason.
"Xiaoya, are you so sure that Yuande will go back with us?"
He was entrusted by his friends to come to Qihai to pick up Ma Yuande and return to Yizhou to help him. It was a bit difficult for him to do so, so he prepared many words and even various benefits.
Unexpectedly, after Ying Qingya found out about this, she took the initiative to invite Ying to come, so that he did not need to prepare anything else.
For this reason, I even had a few angry glances with him.
This also made the situation embarrassing when he just turned over and over again in front of Ma Yuande and only said a few dry words.
When he thought of this, Zhang Shutong felt helpless.
"Uncle Zhang, you don't have to worry so much. You have to know that some people have won just by standing there. Everything else will appear to be nothing more than that."
Ying Qingya put down the knife and fork in her hand and smiled.
"..." Zhang Shutong was slightly stunned. He didn't understand why his niece was so confident.
"In my opinion, this kid Yuande has experienced a lot and may have changed. After all, he should be treated with admiration after three days of separation. Don't treat him with the same eyes as in the past." He considered his words and said softly.
Ying Qingya fell silent.
Yes, in the past, Ma Yuande, no matter whether he was happy or sad, he would come obediently as long as he waved his hand.
No matter what she wants, she will try her best to achieve it and fight for it.
At this time, something was indeed different, which made her feel that the situation was somewhat out of control.
But soon, Ying Qingya stopped thinking about it.
Ma Yuande may have been hurt, a little aggrieved, and became rebellious, but it doesn't matter... the love has existed for so many years, as long as he acts coquettishly and gives some sweetness, it will naturally return to the original state.
This is just like an eagle enduring. The more the eagle resists, the more it resists. In the end, it becomes more well-behaved.
When the time comes, you will naturally become even more determined!
I heard that Ma Yuande is now highly regarded by the Lingtai Demon Buddha, and maybe she can use this to draw the latter into the same camp. She will also have a truly powerful fighter under her command!
In that case, her voice in her husband's family will inevitably be greatly increased!
"Uncle Zhang, don't worry, everything is according to my plan, I have arrangements." Ying Qingya turned around and said with a sweet smile.
"It's best to have arrangements, but everything has to be planned, so you have to prepare for the worst." Zhang Shutong reminded.
"I know!" Ying Qingya nodded indifferently.
Seeing his appearance, Zhang Shutong sighed softly:
"I mean, if, if Yuan De doesn't want to come with us, what will you do?"
"This is definitely impossible." Ying Qingya shook her head. "If such a situation does arise, my father also has arrangements. I will contact the Lingtai Demon Buddha and offer incentives and inducements to win him over.
Everyone and everything has a price. As far as I know, Ma Yuande was originally a prisoner of the first level. As long as we are willing to pay the price, he will definitely agree to "return the original". Of course, this is the last step.
Bad results."
…
Zenan Island. Pier.
The large ship docked at the pier, and thick anchors were thrown down to fix the ship's supports. Iron chains were also tied to the iron pillars on the pier to prevent the ship from swaying.
In the cabin, Lin Mo's eyes were tightly closed, and masses of gray air flowed quietly around him. On the air flow, there was a face with eyes tightly closed.
At this time, he was in the sea of consciousness.
The gray sky is even more chaotic.
The strange stone sculptures above seemed to come alive and began to squirm.
Countless figures with crazy faces were rushing from all directions.
These people, using their hands and feet like wild beasts, make heart-stopping roars from time to time.
If Lin Mo could carefully observe their faces under their disheveled hair, he would be surprised to find that these people were all enemies he had massacred.
Sea people, land people, old people, women, everything.
Each one looked ferocious and rushed towards the end of the forest in the center of the grassland.
His expression remained unchanged, he was no longer as ignorant and ignorant as he was at the beginning, forgetting everything.
His hands were slightly open, and his whole body was hanging in the air.
A figure jumped on him, holding him with hands and feet, gnawing at him.
He didn't resist at all.
He was quickly thrown into the center and disappeared.
But slowly, streaks of gray energy rose from the crowd.
In this process, there is more and more gray air, but the number of gnawing figures is getting fewer and fewer.
At first, the gray air was just a wisp, but slowly gathered and grew larger and larger, and in the end, it even formed a giant gray mist.
In the gray mist, the black shadow became smaller and smaller, until only a single human figure remained.
Whoosh!
At this time, the statues that were constantly squirming in the sky finally stopped.
It turned into a strange and unique palace.
A row of illusory stairs extended from the palace down to in front of Lin Mo.
He opened his eyes, but did not climb up.
The Dead Soul Art is like the Dongji Qinghua Sutra of Immortality. The further you go, the more resources you need.
The latter requires sowing seeds and harvesting spirituality, while the former requires capturing souls and condensing dead souls.
Now that the resources have been used up, forcing people to climb aboard is like a skillful woman struggling to make a meal without rice. She cannot go any further.
"No wonder so many monks from the Dead Soul Sect fail to practice the Dead Soul Art and become dead souls... To seize the soul with the soul, you must first devour the soul for the soul. As long as the soul is lost, you will truly forget yourself."
Even with Lin Mo's current tenacity, he could only complete it successfully under the protection of the talent bead.
In his opinion, this technique is like raising gu.
Countless practitioners practice one after another, collect dead souls, and then turn into dead souls. Finally, they help a limited number of people and cultivate the strongest Gu King.
There is almost no need to think too much. In the Thousand Feather Realm, the real Dead Soul Sect, there must be terrifying beings who have inherited countless resources.
"It's really scary."
In the cabin, Lin Mo sighed softly and slowly opened his eyes.
The pupils in his eyes turned into a silent gray, with a fine runic light wheel flowing slowly in them.
Hidden is a terrifying and dangerous power.
Even if there is no test object, he knows that it must be a big killer.
"Perhaps with this Dead Soul Art, I can truly perfect some of my own moves."
Lin Mo stood up, the vision in his eyes disappeared, and the thoughts in his mind floated.
It was also my luck that the boat arrived just after the training was completed, so no time was wasted.
He felt the boat stop swimming, nodded slightly, and walked out of the hatch.
As soon as he walked out, a disciple came forward.
"I've seen the Buddha's head!" This disciple, an inner disciple, bowed respectfully.
"Bai Ling, do you have something to report?" Lin Mo has an excellent memory and can easily name the other party.
He asked when he saw the other party holding a golden silk roll in his hand.
"Yes, the Buddha's head." Bai Ling nodded and handed over the silk scroll.
Lin Mo flipped through it briefly, feeling a little shuddered in his heart and couldn't help but frown.
"Interesting." He rubbed his hands casually, and the silk in his hands turned into ashes and disappeared with the wind.
"You guys contact the disciples on the island first, I'll go there beforehand."
He confessed casually, and without waiting for the other party to reply, he puffed and disappeared.
He rushed directly to the position left in the silk roll.
At this time, the original crew was in the house.
However, compared to last time, after the sect stronghold on the island received the news, many disciples came again to suppress the formation.
Ma Yuande sat in the first place. At this time, he was no longer as distracted and worried as before.
He wears a long green gown, a ring around his waist, a jade crown on his hair, and his skin is as white as jade. He is dressed like a standard scholar.
His face was calm, showing no emotion or anger.
Looking at the two people in front of him, he took the initiative to speak:
"Mr. Zhang, I have heard of your name. I have even read your articles day and night since I was young. I once remembered that you said in your book:
It is not the behavior of a man to be timid, to advance two steps and retreat one step. You must act decisively without delaying for a moment."
He said slowly with a look of reminiscence on his face.
Zhang Shutong on the side also had a complex look on his face when he heard this and nodded slightly.
That was what he said in his book "On Thunder" when he was young. At that time, it was when he was most energetic.
Decades have passed in a flash.
While he was feeling a little emotional, he could vaguely guess what the person in front of him wanted to say.
"Master Ying and I have already severed our ties, and Master Ying also kicked me out of the school. If I go back again, what does it matter? So... this matter has disappointed Mr. Zhang."
After he finished speaking, he picked up the tea cup on the side, blew it gently, and lowered his head to drink.
The meaning is obvious, serve tea to see off the guests.
He did not say bad words to each other as Lin Shu said. This was out of the last respect for the two of them.
"This...Yuande, can you think about it again? Your teacher did have unspeakable difficulties back then. He didn't mean it. Otherwise, do you think you could have escaped from that person just because you were a scholar?"
Did you know that back then, your teacher specifically entrusted Shipo Sword God Wanqing with his favor to protect you from Yizhou?"
Zhang Shutong was silent for a while and finally spoke up.
Tell a secret.
"Believe me, he will definitely explain it to you when you go back this time."
Ma Yuande was really startled when he heard this, but his expression remained unchanged and he put down the tea cup.
"It really doesn't matter whether you believe it or not. As for explanations, it's even more useless. As the ancients said, one can only judge one's deeds but not one's heart. Do you think this kind of difficulty is really important?"
He suddenly laughed.
"I only know that he taught me how to be an adult and gave me a new life, and I gave everything back to him."
He raised his head, stretched out his hand, and grabbed some air.
"Whether it was his own theories or half his life's fame, I gave him back everything, and even half his life."
Ma Yuande's expression remained unchanged, "I no longer owe Yingshi any more, so to help, I'd better find someone else. As for returning again, it will only be revenge, revenge against Yin Shaotian."
He said word by word.
Yin Shaotian was the culprit who caused everything back then.
He is also the husband-in-law of Ying Qingya, the son of a wealthy Yin family in Yizhou.
Now he is even more famous and is known as a clear figure in the literary world of Yizhou. He is also known as the son of Gaoshan.
Hearing this, Uncle Zhang was stunned, muttered a few words, and wanted to say something else, but in the end he couldn't.
But the woman on the side exploded directly.
The smile that had been on his face suddenly froze.