The man who left just now looks very similar to Wen Yi, but he is definitely not Wen Yi.
In the past, Wen Yi saw him unable to walk, but now she saw him saying less and taunting him.
Jiang Huaiyu was too lazy to argue with her.
It is difficult to raise a villainous woman.
After living for decades, Jiang Huaiyu's few mistakes were made by Wen Yi.
The other party seemed to have some magical power and could always step on his minefield accurately, which made Jiang Huaiyu furious.
"The shopkeeper lives in the hotel." Jiang Huaiyu thought for a while, "I live next door to the girl's room."
The shopkeeper smiled broadly, "Okay, okay, okay, Mr. Lingyu."
Jiang Huaiyu is famous throughout the world of immortality. Not to mention Qingzhou, there are portraits of him in every corner of the world where there are women.
...
Wen Yi returned to the room and opened the letter left by Fu Yu:
"Wen Yi, look! This is my spiritual pet Fanfan, isn't she cute? She likes the fish roe you made, thank you."
Immediately afterwards, a picture jumped out of the envelope.
In an exquisite and beautiful white jade basin lies a palm-sized shark. The shark has a delicate and cute face, snow-white skin, long pointed ears on both sides of the face, a small bellyband on the upper body, and a silver-white trousers on the bottom.
Beautiful fish tail.
The gauze-like fish tail floats and rolls in the water, which is very pleasant.
Wen Yi responded: It is indeed good-looking and very cute.
The sharks are full of treasures and are used by many monks as materials for making magic weapons or elixirs. Most of them live in the uninhabited deep sea to recuperate and reproduce, and are rarely seen on the market.
Even if there were, there would definitely not be such a cute little shark.
She continued to look down.
"I told my senior brother about our affairs. He didn't punish me. He sincerely invited you to come to Ziwei Pavilion as a guest. Wen Yi, living here is much more convenient than an inn. With so many of my classmates here, you will definitely be safe."
Wen Yi shook his head.
Fu Yu is stupid and sweet, but she is not stupid.
Both of them are at the foundation-building level, and they have surpassed the golden elixir level and have not made the golden elixir master self-destruct. Even a three-year-old child wouldn't believe it if he told me such a thing.
It was a lie that Fu Yun invited her to be a guest.
Surveillance in the name of being a guest is true.
After burning the letter, Wen Yi waited for Shen Yu in the inn for a long time but did not see him come back.
Wen Yi was more worried about something happening to others than worrying about something happening to Shen Yu.
She didn't want to go downstairs and ran towards the place where the two parted.
Not long after Wen Yi left, the door to the next door suddenly opened with a creak.
Jiang Huaiyu looked at the back of the figure who was leaving in a hurry, then followed him with a puff of sleeves.
A thick fog rose from the ground. As soon as Wen Yi ran to the place where the two separated, she saw red figures flashing in the thick fog, more than one.
He is from Ziwei Pavilion.
"Maybe Ziwei Pavilion heard about what happened here and sent someone to investigate." Wen Yi murmured in a low voice.
She was about to use her spiritual consciousness to contact Shen Yu, but she saw several evil spirits suddenly appeared in the thick fog and rushed towards the children of Ziwei Pavilion.
What were the people in Ziwei Pavilion talking about? They didn't sense any danger.
Wen Yi took out three exorcism charms from his storage bag and slapped them on the ghost figure.
"ah--"
The shrill screams woke up the Ziwei Pavilion disciples who were investigating the scene. They saw the seriously injured ghost on the ground, and they tacitly summoned the purification spell to burn the ghosts hiding in the dark to ashes.
"What a danger, what a danger!" A disciple lamented: "If someone hadn't warned us, we would have died."
Monsters that die on the ground are called resurrected ghosts.
Once it touches a living creature, whether it is a person or something, it will immediately parasitize it, then devour its soul and seize its body. No one can understand the whole process. The only way is to personally kill the head of the person being attacked to prevent the ghost from resurrecting.
The resurrected ghost is not strong before it comes into contact with people, so you just need to be careful.
"The figure who left just now seems to be a female fairy." Another disciple said softly.
"Hello!" Ziwei Pavilion disciple said loudly: "Thank you!"
The corners of Wen Yi's mouth curled up slightly.
She saved people not because of gratitude, but because these disciples deserved it.
Jiang Huaiyu, who was following behind, saw this and said in a deep voice: "An exorcism talisman that can only be refined in the Golden Core realm... She is not Wen Yi, her name is similar."
Wen Yi spent all day eating, drinking and having fun, and never took her spiritual practice seriously. Jiang Huaiyu didn't take her seriously at all.
There are many ghosts and monsters in the thick fog. As a disciple of the Sword Sect, of course you cannot just sit back and wait for death when you see your fellow disciples being attacked.
Jiang Huaiyu walked out of the thick fog and fought side by side with the Ziwei Pavilion disciples.
.....
"Shen Yu, where are you?"
Qingzhou is worthy of being the ruins of the War between Gods, with weirdness everywhere, and Wen Yi can't contact Shen Yu at all with his spiritual consciousness.
"Shen Yu has a close relationship with Qingzhou. He hates Feng Jianyue so much, so he should go to his own temple to see it." Wen Yi thought like this and walked to the nearest temple.
Follow her ideas.
Shen Yu would definitely not be able to accommodate Feng Jian Yue's statue if it appeared in his temple, and he would definitely smash it to pieces.
It was difficult to discern the direction in the thick fog. Wen Yi explored bit by bit and only found the largest temple of the God Festival at dusk.
as expected.
Wen Yi found Shen Yu in the temple.
This temple is very dilapidated. Even if the God Festival is here, there are only a few incense sticks stuck in the cracks of the stones, and there is not even a serious incense burner.
Shen Yu stood under the archway of the temple, dressed in white, with flying silver hair, deserted, standing there alone, like a sculpture.
On his left hand is a stone sculpture of a figure that is too old to be recognized.
The stone sculpture holds a charm in its left hand and a birth chart in its right hand, with a corner missing, as if it had been smashed by something heavy.
"Shen Yu, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said those words to irritate you." Wen Yi said nervously: "Stop being angry and come home with me."
Hearing the voice, Shen Yu did not turn around, but said coldly: "He is my General Zuo, Shen Shui."
"Ah?" Wen Yi stepped forward. She felt human emotions from Shen Yu for the first time. Shen Yu was very sad. "The statue is placed here. It should be the hero who followed you in order to calm down the ghosts in Qingzhou. It's very sad." sharp."
Shen Yu did not use his spiritual power, but wiped off the moss on the stone sculpture bit by bit, "It is Shen Shui who really gave life and death to Qingzhou, not Feng Jianyue, and it is Shen Shui who should be enshrined."
Wen Yi suddenly realized.
No wonder Shen Yu doesn't want to see Feng Jianyue.
Emotions have evil intentions and steal the fruits of victory from others.
"In order to pacify the ghosts in Qingzhou, he sacrificed his body and died." Shen Yu's stern face showed no expression, and his eyes were filled with sadness, "No one cares about the hero today. Even Ziwei Pavilion does not pay homage to him. This Qingzhou might as well be destroyed and everyone dead!"
Seeing that he was in a bad mood and showing signs of going crazy, Wen Yi hurriedly said: "People nowadays don't know what happened in the past. What we can do now is restore history and give justice to General Shen Shui."
Shen Yu is too extreme.
"Restore history?" The sadness receded and madness surged. Shen Yuguang flicked his sleeves and a large part of the house on the left was destroyed. "I want to create history. They paid tribute to the wrong person, so they should pay the price!"