Chapter 971 Everything is an average, find a teacher again
As the Emperor of the Ten Directions was involved, Qin Yang had to be cautious. Any clues might pave the way for the future victory or defeat.
Just like when I sent that Mei Yan to the Shifang Realm, I haven't seen this kid die after so long. It was obviously the Shifang Emperor who let him go. If he had killed him directly, there wouldn't have been so many things later.
When you use yourself to judge others, you naturally feel that the value of keeping it is far higher than the value of cutting it off directly. There is a game process in the middle.
It's the same now. Even this little evil cultivator is very likely to be the foreshadowing laid by the Emperor of the Ten Directions. Qin Yang doesn't want to kill it directly.
Keeping is the process of the game. These are all confidences in being able to control the situation.
As for the difference, Qin Yang never regarded himself as a superior being. He could bend down, pull down his face, and take steps forward.
Even if he is just a little evil cultivator who is cultivating his energy, Qin Yang is willing to spend his life to investigate it himself.
Just a few years back, he had already consumed eight hundred years of life, and the farther back he went, the consumption would increase exponentially.
If you want to go back to before this kid was born, you would have to live for at least six to seven thousand years.
Compared with any Dao Lord, they are definitely not willing to do this. They have a more economical and cost-effective way.
But none of them are as effective as the retrospection of ancient mirrors.
It only has a lifespan of six or seven thousand years, so it can be burned.
Qin Yang looked at the reflection in the ancient mirror quietly, as if he was watching in person. The effect was not at the same level as the imitation silver mirror.
It's no wonder that this thing is the treasure at the bottom of the box of the Great Ying Dynasty. It is not easy to ask for it to be used. If it is damaged, the loss will be too great.
This kind of thing, in this era, can basically be concluded to be irreparable.
The little evil cultivator practiced the evil path for the first time. He was very worried and gnashing his teeth as Qin Yang thought, but he still persevered. He really couldn't find a better way and couldn't see any other hope.
Qin Yang doesn't care too much about evil ways. The reason why evil ways become evil ways is basically because of the means, not because of the method itself.
The real top evil methods are not that low-level to be honest.
It's just that the simplest and crudest methods can bring terrible results.
Qin Yang slowly watched the whole process. There was nothing to pay attention to. The method was also rubbish. If it were not rubbish, it would not be able to hide the evil spirits all over his body.
As Qin Yang retraced his steps, he followed the steps of Xiao Xie Xiu and kept moving places, as if he was watching a movie played backwards.
Watching the little evil cultivator encounter a disaster suddenly, watching him slowly shrink into an innocent little kid.
During the whole process, Qin Yang didn't see anything strange at all.
Even the origin of that junk evil method is not a problem. It is too easy to get this kind of thing, and the junk method is indeed the easiest thing for mortals to obtain.
It is actually not difficult for a big business to get a junk book.
I watched the little evil cultivator all the way to the moment before he was born, and there was still nothing strange about him.
Qin Yang sighed, slightly disappointed, but continued to look back.
Going back eight months again, he immediately stopped playing it backwards and switched to normal playback.
At this time, Xiao Xiexiu's mother had just been pregnant with him, and at this time, she had just begun to have the breath of life.
Qin Yang saw that his mother didn't seem to notice yet. At the moment when the morning sun was rising and day and night were changing, a wisp of purple energy was absorbed by a piece of his mother's jewelry and turned into a wisp of gentle vitality.
The little evil cultivator has a fetal heart inside her body.
Qin Yang continued to look back, before the little evil cultivator was even a seed, and nothing had changed.
Rewinding back to the moment when the little evil cultivator first had a glimmer of vitality, Qin Yang did not speed up and observed carefully bit by bit.
After the first abnormality, Xiao Xiexiu's mother never wore that piece of jewelry again because she found out she was pregnant.
This time, Qin Yang slowly took a peek, and after using the Si Zi Jue to capture all the details, he discovered through the surroundings that since the first time, the little evil cultivator who had not made a sound had unconsciously absorbed part of the Chaoyang Purple Qi.
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No, it's not just Chaoyang Ziqi. He is absorbing all the power around him every moment, but the intensity is too small, so small that it can be ignored. He is completely absorbed by the strongest life force between heaven and earth.
hidden.
When Xiao Xiexiu made a sound, he could no longer notice it. He was just an ordinary human child, neither stupid nor smart, neither tall nor short, neither fat nor thin, neither ugly nor handsome. Everything was very ordinary.
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Looking back again, Qin Yang realized that this was unusual.
Even if most ordinary people are like this, no matter what, it is impossible to reach the average in any aspect or angle.
If they had just met once and come into contact with some things, no one would be able to see this. Even now at Huliang College, I am afraid no one would think there is any problem with this.
After all, most people in this world are indeed so ordinary.
If Qin Yang hadn't spent a lot of money in one breath to review Xiao Xiexiu's short life from beginning to end, he wouldn't have been able to discover this kind of ordinaryness that was so ordinary that it was abnormal.
"Hey, that's interesting."
Qin Yang recalled the whole process, and it was indeed like this, including the little evil cultivator starting to practice.
Qin Yang no longer paid attention to the little evil cultivator, but changed the target of retrospection.
Replaced with that mediocre silver jewelry.
He began to trace forward, tracing the current ownership of this piece of silver jewelry.
Xiao Xiexiu's family was destroyed, and the silver jewelry was taken away by a maid and married hundreds of miles away. Time passed quickly, and the silver jewelry changed hands several times in just ten or twenty years.
All the people who have it, without exception, have no good outcome, and they will basically encounter changes sooner or later after giving birth to children.
Some suffered accidents, and some had difficulty living and sold their property.
Now, the silver jewelry has fallen into the home of a young official in the city dozens of miles away.
He was taken by a young girl who was about to get married.
Qin Yang looked through his collection and finally found a piece of silver. He randomly picked out an identical one and added a health-nurturing rune to it.
As soon as my thoughts changed, I dropped the bag.
Looking at the silver bracelet in his hand, which seemed to have not been corroded by time, Qin Yang could not see for a moment what mystery this ghost thing had.
Anyway, from the current point of view, this thing is of no benefit to mortals at all.
Every master is a woman waiting to be married or have a child. Every master has given birth to a son, and the results are not good.
This can't be an accident.
The silver bracelet is as wide as a little finger and has some auspicious patterns engraved on it. According to human customs, it doesn't matter who wears this thing.
Judging from the weight, it is indeed made of silver.
Qin Yang didn't understand it for the time being and was going to go back to find someone to take a look.
The first thing that came to his mind for this kind of thing that affected luck was Jaford.
Back then, Qin Yang was not afraid of anything. Even Emperor Ying dared to kill him in his heart. The only one who gave in was Jaford.
This guy is simply too evil. He is the only one Qin Yang has seen in so many years. No matter how strong his opponent is, he always looks like a bird.
The other one is Uncle Meng, who holds a powerful weapon. Regardless of whether it is a real dragon like Zhulong or a mortal, as long as he uses a powerful weapon, the result will be the same, completely beyond the influence of realm, strength and other aspects.
Qin Yang found this kind of weird, and he didn't even find any bracelet with the power of a monk. The first thing he could think of was naturally Jaford, who had similar abilities.
Turning back to Huliang, Qin Yang found Meng Yi.
"Uncle Meng, I want to ask about someone, Yan Hui, and his apprentice Jaford, do you know?"
"I know, I know. Are you looking for them?"
"Well, there is something they are good at and I would like to ask for advice."
Meng Yi's expression was a little strange, and he laughed dryly.
"You don't have to look for them. They escaped and are probably no longer in the wilderness."
"Uh, run away?"
"Back then, Yan Hui asked his eccentric apprentice to brew a wine called Disaster.
It is said that Jaford used wine to calm his own bad luck. After aging, the bad luck turned into disaster and merged with the wine.
After aging for a period of sixty years, this wine can be regarded as the best wine.
Originally, he had never been thrown out to deceive others. Who would have thought that the pressure could not be suppressed. When the disaster came, it was impossible to stop it.
All the Huanduan wine, which had been aged for a period of sixty years, was stolen.
The thief was addicted to alcohol, and after tasting it, he was astonished, so he sold all the wine..."
Qin Yang's eyelids twitched, he probably figured it out.
"By the time Yan Hui came after him, it was too late, the wine had already spread, and even in the palace of Daying, there were people who paid tribute to Hu Duan wine.
Fortunately, Dingtiansi reacted quickly and immediately confiscated all the unopened Liquor of Misfortune, thus preventing a bigger disaster.
But even if it was just like this, there were still many strong people who suffered from inexplicable bad luck back then."
When Meng Yi said this, he suddenly thought of something and smiled.
"It is said that three of the jars of misfortune wine were drunk by the two line masters of the Buddha Demon Cult. When the Great Ying expanded, they were frightened. They are still in seclusion and dare not show their faces at all."
Qin Yang couldn't help laughing.
Now I finally understand why the Futu Demon Cult gave in so quickly back then, with all hands and feet ready to welcome the Great Ying Dynasty to come and guide their work.
I guess I still feel that drinking alcohol can bring disaster for thousands of years. I will feel that disaster is coming all day long. If I give in quickly, I might be able to catch the great luck of the country and avoid disaster.
As for Yan Hui, Qin Yang knew without asking that if he didn't run away, he might be beaten to death.
Especially Jaford, no matter how strong the aura of bad luck is, he will probably be killed by those who fell into the trap.
There is no suspense about being angered.
"What a pity, I really have something to do with them this time."
Qin Yang told Meng Yi what he had found out, took out the silver bracelet, and gave Meng Yi a look.
"This is strange. In this era, they may really be the only ones who know the most."
Meng Yi held a silver bracelet in his hand, which was hanging in the air. After a few breaths, Meng Yi said slowly.
"There's really something wrong with it. I can't see it. In my perception, this thing seems..."
Meng Yi's eyes were lost in the river of time. Now his perspective of seeing things was already different from that of ordinary monks. Qin Yang couldn't see it, but Meng Yi discovered something different.
"I can't tell, you can see for yourself."
Meng Yi waved his hand, and a formation with lines and strange runes that looked extremely simple but had no loops appeared.
"The things I saw were also changed based on my knowledge. I can be sure that their original appearance is definitely not like this."
Qin Yang's face hardened and he took out the white jade divine door.
"Twelve, can the record be cracked?"
"no problem."
After a breath, Twelve finally cracked the code, and the information was simultaneously transmitted to Qin Yang.
"I can only crack it up to this point. What exactly it is, I don't know."
"Thank you for your hard work, I'll do it next."
Qin Yang carefully sensed everything in his mind, and soon he found something that matched it.
Qin Yang opened his eyes, slightly surprised.
"Uncle Meng, you are right. In this era, perhaps only Yan Hui and Jaford can understand part of it.
But if you are not a person of our time, what if you are Master Kanyu?"
After the twelve cracks, Qin Yang regrouped and found a part with almost the same taste, which happened to be related to Master Kanyu's research.
At that time, Qin Yang got some research results, and then found that he was really not good at this ghost thing and could not study and practice it at all, so he simply ignored it later.
Unexpectedly, at this time, this little reserve of knowledge would be put to use.
"Huh? This thing has something to do with Master Kanyu?" Meng Yi was surprised. After thinking about it for a moment, he immediately nodded: "It is indeed possible. He is the only one in the human race who has studied these things, and no one can do it better. It is true.
Only Master Kanyu."
Qin Yang has a big head.
Why is it related to Master Kanyu again?
There is a saying that he really didn't want to provoke Master Kanyu, and Quan Dang Master Kanyu had been completely destroyed.
Ever since he met several Twelve Masters, Qin Yang didn't believe even a word of their characters in the legend.
In the image that Qin Yang made up in his mind, Master Kan Yu was a hot-tempered research leader who would curse to death anyone who bothered me.
Especially last time, Master Kanyu had already made harsh words. Qin Yang was still a little frightened by this kind of invisible and immaterial power, which was comparable to the invisible catastrophe.
He is not afraid of doing it with real swords and guns.
After struggling for a long time, Qin Yang put away the silver bracelet.
Heading to Kuishan, he kept thinking about how he could convince Master Kanyu. While he was busy planning the resurrection, he could spare some time to give him a hand.
When they arrived at the place, Qin Yang politely raised his hands to the empty stone wall and lowered his voice by three tones.
"Senior, I don't want to come, but I really can't do it.
I just found something that can affect luck, and something from my predecessor is engraved inside.
This thing has killed countless people, and it is still related to Taiyi, the current Emperor of the Ten Directions.
I once made a deduction and saw a giant door with the inscription "Destruction in all directions" written on it.
The junior guesses that Taiyi must have stolen the senior's power and done something big."