When Zhuang Wudao left, he did so quietly, not disturbing anyone except Luo Qingyun.
Until his divine body recovers and he has initial fighting power, Zhuang Wudao dare not let Xing Shizong know that he is far away from Wanggan Mountain.
At this time, Luo Qingyun's physical body has been initially perfected. Together with Mo Sheli and Tian Lan, the three of them can compete with the Yueting Shangxian of the Xingshi Sect, You Shenzi and other unparalleled powerhouses in the God Realm. .
However, there is still something wrong with losing the deterrence of the 'Thunder Fire Qianyuan' technique. Only when one's divine body wakes up can one have the ability to resist the Xingshi Sect's counterattack.
So he went north alone, trying his best to hide his presence. He fled at full speed, and in just ten days, he had flown 40 million miles away.
This was an extremely fast escape speed, and even consumed a lot of the long-distance escape talisman that Zhuang Wudao had snatched.
After arriving here, Zhuang Wudao followed Qin Feng's guidance, and soon after, he saw a vast swamp in the distance.
This is an inland lake with a radius of two thousand miles. Zhuang Wudao fell into the sky towards the small island in the center of the lake, and soon he stood in front of an exquisite pavilion.
Before I stepped in, I heard waves of cold zheng sounds. The sound quality was clear and ethereal, but the connotation was sad and sad.
Zhuang Wudao only briefly recognized the person's technique of playing the kite, and then he knew the other person's identity.
His state of mind at this time was completely different from when he was at Shanhaiji decades ago. When he listened carefully, he realized that the woman's piano skills were indeed otherworldly and extraordinary.
Even this mournful sound is an extremely wonderful enjoyment for the ears. It is not like the pretentiousness or pretentiousness of the Shanhai Gathering. This zheng sound comes from the heart and is touching.
It sounds like he is not feeling sorry for himself for his fate, but he is remembering someone and is heartbroken.
Zhuang Wudao couldn't help but recall Yu Yunqin and his master Jiefa Zhenren.
Frowning slightly, Zhuang Wudao pushed the door open and walked in. He saw Fu Bingyan, who had not been seen for a long time, sitting upright in the hall. The pleasant and moving music of the zheng was heard from the moment he stepped into the building. He stopped. He raised his head and looked over calmly. His eyes were clear and completely different from the first time they met.
p>Fu Bingyan, who was in front of Zhuang Wudao at this time, had a pure and pure temperament, like a relegated immortal, and also seemed to be an elf without any trace of human fireworks, as if she would drift away with the wind at any moment.
The scars he left on her face have recovered, but they have all been washed away. She is just an ordinary rich young woman dressed up, without the thrilling beauty, but a little more fresh.
When Zhuang Wudao was awakening, Fu Bingyan stood up and bowed, "Little girl Fu Bingyan, I have met Lord Demon King."
Zhuang Wudao found it quite interesting, with a smile on his lips, he looked the woman up and down. He saw no fear, no fear, no sadness, no joy, no fear in her eyes, and her expression and posture were not at all disturbed. But she was not a pool of stagnant water. , but like ice crystals, crystal clear.
He suddenly understood a little bit why Ren Shanhe fell in love with this woman. If there was such a woman hidden under the surface of the 'fairy', then it is no wonder that Ren Shanhe was moved by her.
Even if it's just acting and just pretending, it's enough to make Ren Shanhe, a person who grew up in a greenhouse and has not been baptized by wind and rain, be moved by him.
Thinking like this, Zhuang Wudao subconsciously began to tease: "Why do we need to be so unfamiliar when we meet old lovers?"
Fu Bingyan raised her eyebrows, and there was a slight fluctuation on her snow-white face: "Lover? Bingyan doesn't dare to call you that. Your Excellency is not Ren Shanhe, so how can you say you are a lover?"
"I am not Ren Shanhe?"
Zhuang Wudao's eyes flashed, and the smile in his eyes was like a knife: "Why do you say that? If you say these words, I'm afraid that Huang Xuanye and you Mengling Immortal will find them ridiculous.
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"Maybe they really won't believe me. However, when we first met, the little girl knew that the devil was definitely not him."
Fu Bingyan's eyes were melancholy, staring ahead without focus: "The real Ren Shanhe would not hurt me like this, nor would he say those words, and no matter what, he would not kill me."
"You are quite confident. Could it be that my character has changed?"
Zhuang Wudao sneered, neither admitting nor denying, but directly changing the subject: "It seems that I have really underestimated you, but I am also curious, and you have already determined that I am not Ren Shanhe
, why didn’t you tell Xueyang Palace and Huang Xuanye? Could it be that these words are just lies to deceive me?”
Fu Bingyan looked at Zhuang Wudao with clear black and white eyes: "Does the Demon Lord want to laugh at Bingyan? I thought that by now, the Demon Lord should have understood everything."
"What you said is not bad. I have indeed made some guesses, but I have not been able to confirm them. There are also many places where I still have doubts."
Zhuang Wudao actually felt a little bit sorry in his heart, and his expression returned to calmness: "Ren Shanhe deeply investigated the draft of the Renyuan, was it your intention? The death of the Wanxilin Su family was also because of you? Why is this so?"
"In the Renyuan draft, the Nu family has indeed hinted that Shanhe hates evil. I only need to let him get in touch with some clues, and Shanhe will naturally get to the bottom of it."
Fu Bingyan's face turned gloomy: "As for the Wanxilin Su family, it was not my fault. It was someone else who suggested it and gave me clues. On the contrary, I have repeatedly advised him not to point the finger.
He pointed at the Xingshi Sect, but he turned a deaf ear to it. The Fuzi planted by the Xingshi Sect with the help of Yuan Cao was in danger of being exposed, and this was the reason for his final fall."
"Then what? You propose to Huang Xuanye that you can use Ren Shanhe's body as your own cauldron?"
Zhuang Wudao's eyes were calm and almost unruffled: "Luring Ren Shanhe into this turmoil, and then personally pushing Ren Shanhe into the abyss?"
"That's true! I, Fu Bingyan, am such a vicious woman."
Fu Bingyan nodded and said with hollow eyes: "The Shanhe investigation of the Yuan Dynasty was started because of me. It was also after I saw that the situation was not good, I personally made him become obsessed and eventually fell. It was because he disappointed me too much.
I wanted to use the power of the Scarlet God Sect and the Wuming Immortal behind him to destroy everything I hated. But in the end, it ended up costing him his life."
Sure enough!
Zhuang Wudao sighed secretly in his heart, but continued to ask: "So, you will cooperate with Xueyang Palace to induce Huang Xuanye to use Ren Shanhe as a demon seed. Just to avoid exposing your intentions, you also want to
Are you going to use my power to take revenge on Xueyang Palace and the Yuanshi Demon Sect?"
Fu Bingyan looked back in surprise, and then chuckled: "You said that? Yes, I did have some control over myself at the time, and most of what I did was to protect myself. But in the end, I am still a little girl.
I'm selfish. But it's strange. Could it be that as an unparalleled demon king, you would feel sympathy for me because of this?"
"The Unparalleled Demon Lord? I don't dare to take it seriously. The reason why I ask is because I feel it is necessary to ask clearly."
Zhuang Wudao smacked his lips, but didn't care: "So, the mastermind behind this is your Xueyang Palace Mengling Immortal—"
Zhuang Wudao's magic power at this time was enough to suppress the spirit machine. Even if he called the dream spirit directly, he would not worry about the other party reacting.
"There is also the Blood Lord. It should be said that these two people each get what they need."
Fu Bingyan lowered her head and plucked the strings of the zither, with the same smile as before: "Mengling attacked Shanhe because Ren Shanhe had found out the key points, and Xueyang Palace was about to be exposed. They were too arrogant, and they didn't even know
Cover up. In fact, if it weren’t for these stupid women, Taixiao Sword
Zong will not be exposed, and Taixiao's destruction of the sect is truly the most unjust. As for the Blood Lord, I don't know what his purpose is. I can only guess that he is seeking the innate Five Elements Thunder Jade, and to help his chess piece rise to the top.
It is also to prevent this thing from eventually falling into the hands of the Xingshi Sect."
Zhuang Wudao narrowed his eyes and remembered that at the beginning, everyone including Qin Feng was guessing that someone wanted to use Ren Shanhe to become a demon, which made Wu Ming suspect that there were chess pieces from other sects around him.
It is recognized that the person most likely to inherit the innate Five Elements Thunder Jade is the Wuxiang Immortal, who is now the Demon Lord Qin Shang.
Why did the Blood Lord Renmi do such an unwise thing at this juncture?
——Unless, in the eyes of ignorance, Wu Xiang is not the best candidate to inherit the innate Five Elements Thunder Jade and the Red God Yunsheng Stone. There is someone else who can truly inherit Wu Ming's mantle.
Then I heard Fu Bingyan continue: "These two people knew that Ren Shanhe was obsessed with me, so they entrusted me with the important task of getting rid of him. However, I still had hope at that time and asked Huang Xuanye to take action to remove Ren Shanhe.
Shanhe, as the cauldron for Taoist demons, used this to delay time. But just a dozen years later, Shanhe was under heavy blows and was infected by his demon seeds. This is all the truth, and the devil is absolutely satisfied.
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"I see--"
Zhuang Wudao felt a lot more relaxed all over his body at this moment. This was Ren Shanhe's last remaining obsession, which was fading away.
Everything was revealed, and he could hear the self-blame and guilt in Fu Bingyan's words, but there was absolutely no regret at all.
She might have some feelings for Ren Shanhe, but it would never affect her final decision.
This may be her sincerity, or it may be the other party's superb acting skills and deliberate inducement. But this is enough to make him have an explanation for Ren Shanhe and make Ren Shanhe rest in peace from now on.
As for the authenticity of Fu Bingyan, Zhuang Wudao has no intention of delving into it, and it has nothing to do with him.
At this time, as the last remaining thoughts in the true spirit of Ren Shanhe were lost, Zhuang Wudao's cultivation actually showed a tendency to increase. It was not that it was rising upwards, but that the foundation of the physical body was more stable. If we talk about the original foundation below
There is still some gravel in the middle, so it has been poured with iron juice at this time, making it difficult to shake.
After only experiencing some changes in his physical body, Zhuang Wudao came back to his senses. There was already a reaction in his mind. With an inexplicable smile in his eyes, he looked deeply towards the door.
"There are still some questions, but they are irrelevant. I am not someone who wants to get to the bottom of everything, so I don't mind asking. Besides, that person has already arrived!"
When he finished speaking, Zhuang Wudao stepped in front of the guzheng and sat down, facing the door.
Fu Bingyan also smiled brightly after seeing this, and also sat in front of the zheng, leaning against Zhuang Wudao, as if a little bird was leaning on him,
Her tender fingers plucked the strings of the zither willfully and casually, but this time Fu Bingyan's zither music had a completely different style. It was lively, smooth, sweet and cheerful, clearly revealing the joyful mood of the owner of the zither music.
As soon as Zhuang Wudao heard it, he knew it was a piece called "Feng Qiu Huang", which was extremely famous and contained the meaning of flirting and seeking pleasure.