Murong Ku was immediately attracted by the painting in front of him. He looked at the painting with sharp eyes and admired it so much that even Murong Qingxue forgot about it.
When he wanted to take it in his hand, Murong Qingxue clapped his hands, and then he realized and said with a bitter smile: "Is this what the person who likes you painted for you?"
Murong Qingxue did not answer, but Murong Ku saw something from her expression. He could only stand aside and carefully observe the painting. The more he looked at it, the more frightened he became, because he actually felt several things in the painting.
A variety of emotions, from the happiness and sweetness of first love, to the gusto of falling in love, to the heartbreaking farewell at the end...
Following the traces, Murong Ku seemed to feel the painter's mood. In the end, Murong Ku seemed to find some traces in the painting, and his face suddenly showed surprise, and then he smiled.
He couldn't care about Murong Qingxue, so he left the room, called Murong Huang over and asked, "Who painted that painting in Qingxue's hand?"
"Painting?" Murong Huang suddenly thought of a person and said carelessly, "A Qingxue's suitor."
Sensing the contempt in Murong Huang's tone, Murong Ku said coldly: "What if this painting is related to the whereabouts of Ao Jian Tu?"
"What?" Murong Huang's face turned pale with shock, "How could it be related to the Proud Sword Picture?"
"Hmph, most people can't see it, but I can feel a hint of the artistic conception of the Proud Sword Picture." Murong Ku suddenly closed his eyes as if he was feeling something, "Although that painting involves the love between children, but in the painting
She is a woman, but she has the aura of the woman in the Proud Sword Picture. If you have not seen the Proud Sword Picture, it is absolutely impossible to engrave the artistic conception of the Proud Sword Picture into the painting!"
"But the person who painted this painting is just a native of the mountains... a mountain man!" Murong Huang originally wanted to say that he was a native of the mountains, but thinking of his father's words, he immediately changed his words.
"Do you think a mountain man can paint such a spiritual painting?" Murong Ku asked back, "Without a strong idea, it is impossible to paint a soulful work, and that painting already has a soul. The final painting
The beauty's tears are not added by the painter, but touched by the spirit of the painter."
"This...how is this possible? That person is only eighteen years old, how could..." Murong Huang was very surprised. He naturally knew what his father meant by saying this, but soon he thought again
What, "Does the disappearance of Butler Liu and Gu Ming have anything to do with that boy?"
"Well, you said Gu Ming also disappeared?" Murong Ku's face turned gloomy. Butler Liu was just a slave of the Murong family, but Gu Ming was different. He was the heir trained by the Gu family.
"Yes, father." Murong Huang said, "I thought he and Butler Liu went to the forbidden area of Wuxia Mountain."
"I think they should be dead." Murong Ku concluded, "Call the servants who were there that day. I want to know what exactly happened."
Murong Huang nodded, and then called Du Sen and Leile over. When they saw Murong Ku, Du Sen and Leile showed respect and did not even dare to raise their heads.
"Tell the head of the family everything that happened that day."
"Yes...it's Miss' birthday, we..."
"You said he vomited blood in the painting and then completed the painting?"
"Yes, everyone thought the painting was ruined, but after he vomited a mouthful of blood, he used a finger pen and blood as ink to complete the painting. The scene was really weird."
When Lei Le talked about what happened that day, his heart palpitated and he was surprised. He has not forgotten it even now.
"Use the pen as the pen and the blood as the ink!" Murong Ku chewed on this paragraph and began to ponder with a solemn expression. After a while, he said, "Besides these, is there anything else special about it?"
Facing Murong Ju, Lei Le did not dare to lie, but he still shook his head. Then Du Sen added: "This kid is very weird. He has..."
With that, Du Sen recounted what happened on the other day, and Murong Ku nodded and let them leave.
"He is actually a ghost cultivator!" Murong Huang said in surprise immediately after the two left.
"No, he is a soul refiner." Murong Ku shook his head, "No wonder he can draw paintings with souls. It's not surprising."
"Soul Refiner?" Murong Huang asked curiously, "What is a Soul Refiner? Isn't a ghost cultivator a Soul Refiner?"
"No, ghost cultivators are ghost cultivators, and soul refiners are soul refiners." Murong Ku shook his head, "Now the world only knows about the ancient qi refiners, which is what we call the ancient martial arts school, but in fact there was another one in ancient times.
A more powerful training method than the Qi Refiner is the Soul Refiner. The soul of the Soul Refiner is pure. Although it is not powerful at the beginning, once it reaches the Yang Soul, the Soul Refiner will show terrifying power."
"But why are there only ghost cultivators left now?"
"Because there is no cunsitu, what ghost cultivators cultivate is Yin evil, and Yin evil must be stained with blood, so few ghost cultivators can survive the Yang soul, but soul refiners are different. In ancient times, almost every soul refiner
They can all achieve Yang Soul and achieve the status of ghost and immortal." Murong Ku said seriously.
"But isn't the ancient martial art of Qi Refining inherently capable of restraining Yin Hun? Even if the soul refiner is very powerful, he still mainly relies on Yin Hun, right?"
"You are right. Although the Qi Refiner can restrain the Soul Refiner, when the Soul Refiner reaches Yang Soul, it is completely different. The Qi Refiner must break through the ninth level of Qi Refining, that is, he can only fly after becoming the Martial King. But
The ghosts of the soul refiners only need to emerge from their shells. The most terrifying thing is not that the ghosts of the soul refiners can fly, but because of their attack methods." Murong Ku's face was dark.
"What attack method? Aren't the ghost cultivators of the evil sect powerful? Aren't they also going to be restrained by the Qi Refining Sect?" Murong Huang didn't believe it.
Murong Ju glared at him with a sarcastic look in his eyes: "You are too ignorant. The attack methods of soul refiners are very unique. They only need to imagine. Their thoughts can be transformed into anything they attack. This is
In ancient times, they were called deliberate. When they think of swords, swords will appear. When they think of knives, swords will appear. The speed is much faster than the physical form of Qi Refiners, and there is no limit. As long as the intention is enough, even if you imagine the sea
, their thoughts can also turn into the ocean."
"Hiss" Murong Huang took a breath of cold air. At this time, he finally understood that the soul refiner was stronger than the Qi refiner.
You can imagine how frustrating it is for a group of flightless Martial Kings to be attacked by a soul refiner and have to hide but not fight back. Moreover, the opponent can do whatever they want.
Moreover, in both the ancient martial arts family and the Qi Refining Sect, there is no Martial King who is at the ninth level of Qi Refining, and there is not even an innate warrior who is at the eighth level of Qi Refining.
"Although the Soul Refiners are so powerful, they were eventually replaced by the Qi Refiners, because the dangers that Soul Refiners need to go through to practice are ten times or even a hundred times that of the Qi Refiners. The most powerful era for Soul Refiners was the Spring and Autumn Period.
At that time, almost all the schools of thought at that time were masters of soul refining. Their thoughts were terrifying, and they could reach the Yang Soul as soon as they emerged from their shells, and some even directly ascended to the rank of ghosts and immortals." Murong Ku had a look of envy on his face.
"But even if it's a hundred times more dangerous, it won't be preserved, right?" Murong Huang asked strangely.
"Because of the dispute between Qi Refiners and Soul Refiners, hundreds of schools of thought have created the pinnacle of Soul Refiners. Each of them is a saint, but the world does not need such powerful force, so Soul Refiners will inevitably perish, especially the Great Qin Empire.
The establishment of the Soul Refiner was the beginning of the downfall of the Soul Refiners." Murong Ku sighed, "Of course, even without the Qin Empire, the Soul Refiners would disappear in the long river of history. Because of the changes of the times, there are more and more Qi Refiners.
Qi refining has gradually evolved into the current ancient martial arts. Even if you only repair the skin and do not refine the qi, the ancient martial arts can last forever."
Murong Huang understood clearly that compared to soul refiners, the threshold for soul refiners is much lower. The lower the threshold, the more people learn, but soul refiners require a high level of understanding. Without understanding, they cannot
Cunsi is practicing, and it is very dangerous for the ghost to emerge from its shell. If it fails, the soul will be gone.
At this time, Murong Ku said excitedly: "The Proud Sword Picture is actually a Cunsi Picture, the Cunsi Picture of an orthodox Qi practitioner. It depicts the artistic conception and momentum of an ancestor of my Murong family. Even if you just observe it a little,
If you can think about it, if you can understand the artistic conception and momentum inside, then my Murong family will not be far away from becoming the number one in China!"
"So that's it!" Murong Huang suddenly understood, "No wonder we have been looking for the Proud Sword Picture for generations!"
"This is the responsibility of every family head." Murong Ku explained, "Originally, this secret can only be known after you inherit the position of family head. However, since the proud sword map has been found now, it doesn't hurt to tell you."
"Then let's catch that kid now?" Murong Hao said.
But Murong Ku shook his head: "You are really stupid. How can a soul refiner be so easy to deal with? Besides, his understanding is very high. Judging from the painting, his ghost has reached at least the sixth level.
With the driving state, he can be transformed into a Yang Soul very quickly. Once he is transformed into a Yang Soul, even the acquired warrior at the seventh level of Qi Refining will not be able to kill him, and the Grand Master at the sixth level of Qi Refining can only be beaten."
"Then what should we do now?" Murong Hao asked worriedly, "I have offended him once."
"He must have killed the young master of the Gu family. Soon the Gu family will know that the Gu family will deal with him without us taking action. The Gu family has acquired warriors. Let the Gu family test the waters first. If the Gu family can't deal with it, we are trying to win over him. If the Gu family
If we can kill him, we can just sit back and reap the benefits." Murong Ku said coldly.
"Father is wise, but where is Qingxue?" Murong Huang suddenly thought of something.
"Don't worry, once she finds Ao Jian Tu, she will completely forget about this person." Murong Ku said with a smile, "But before that, don't let her know that she is the future of our Murong family!"
"Then when Wuxia Mountain is opened this time, do we have to send family members there?" Murong Huang asked.
"Just send a few people there to show off. Wuxia Mountain is a scary place. If you don't get the chance, you will get into trouble." Murong Ku seemed to be very afraid, "Let several big families and those Qi Refining Sects go there.
Well, besides, those ghost cultivators from the evil sect are not easy to deal with either."