"Xiaoyun and I went to the ghost market before leaving Tianshiyuan. Xiaoyun said goodbye to his stall mates. There is no spirit of Mr. Huahu there."
Mr. Lingyue's face changed slightly, and he walked around in deep thought: "With the cultivation level that senior brother had during his lifetime, it is impossible for the spirit to drift away. His ability is rare in the world..."
Huahu is confused, is Mr. Yehu really so strong?
If Mr. Yehu is really as strong as Mr. Lingyue said, how could he turn into a demon fox?
For powerful beings, after their death, their spirits often turn into ghosts and gods, such as the owner of Dongling Tomb and Emperor Wenchang. Only the weaker ones will attach themselves to beasts and turn into monsters.
A great master in the realm of celestial phenomena will become a ghost after death; a great master in the realm of Zhengsheng will become a god after death.
If you are in the Liyuan realm, you can only become spirits by possessing vegetation and objects, and you can become demons by attaching yourself to birds and animals, but you cannot become ghosts or gods.
If Mr. Ye Fox is really strong, his spirit can retain part of the wisdom from his previous life and become a ghost or god.
However, there really is no spirit of Mr. Ye Fox in the ghost market. If this happens, it is probably because Mr. Ye Fox's spirit is too weak to preserve his spirit.
However, the Mr. Yehu mentioned by Mr. Lingyue is not weak.
"Sir, who are you and Mr. Yehu?"
Huahu looked at the spiritual scholar of the Wen family who was running towards this side quickly, and asked: "I have followed your husband in practice for so long, but I have never asked him about his origins. He taught in Wenchang Academy, and others poured sewage on him.
The blame is placed on Mr., but in the past few months, I have found that although Mr. is lustful, despicable and nasty, he is still a good person."
He turned his head, his eyes fell on Mr. Lingyue's face, and said: "Sir, your knowledge is extremely high. Your knowledge in Confucianism seems to be different from Mr. Yehu. He is apostate and apostate, but he is self-contained. This is the most important thing.
What surprises me. If you, sir, and Mr. Yehu are taught by the same teacher, how come your knowledge is so different?"
Mr. Lingyue said: "You may have seen our teacher. There is a crooked-necked willow tree outside Tianmen Town, and there is a person hanging on the tree. He is the teacher of Ye Hu and I."
"Uncle Cen?" Huahu was stunned.
Uncle Cen was the uncle who took care of Su Yun. He lived in the tomb under the crooked neck tree. When Su Yun was buried in a small coffin, it was Uncle Cen who rescued him.
It was also Uncle Cen who warned Qu Bo, Qu Jin and others that they had implicated Su Yun and had to take care of Su Yun so that Su Yun could survive in the uninhabited land of Tianshiyuan.
It was also Uncle Cen who told Su Yun the scale of time. Su Yun visualized the scale of time and touched the big clock in Tianmen Town. Over time, he visualized his own spiritual power.
Uncle Cen also asked Su Yun to go to Tianmen Ghost Market on the seventh day of every month to set up a stall, so he got to know Lou Ban, Li Luhai, the owner of Dongling, Emperor Wenchang and other stall holders!
And Mr. Yehu and Mr. Lingyue are actually Uncle Cen's disciples.
Huahu suddenly thought that whether Mr. Yehu’s teaching to Su Yun had something to do with Uncle Cen?
He thought about it, and although he straightened out the relationship between these people, he still felt that something was wrong.
Mr. Lingyue said: "However, although Senior Brother Yehu and I learned the same thing, our understanding was different. The teacher was a Confucian and Taoist saint, one of the four great myths of Yuan Shuo. I came to Shuofang to investigate the cause of the teacher's death.
.I don’t believe that the teacher hanged himself to death.”
Huahu looked up at him.
Mr. Lingyue suppressed his smile and became rarely serious. He looked straight at the spiritual master of the Wen family and suddenly said: "Hua Hu, do you still want to seek revenge on Wen Lifang?"
"certainly!"
Huahu suppressed other thoughts and said coldly: "Although I don't know where Mr. Yehu's spirit is, all the women, children, old and young in my Huqiu Village died in her hands! I must avenge this!"
Mr. Lingyue showed a smile and shouted loudly: "I have long heard about the good reputation of Wenshushe, so I came all the way to Shuofang in order to get close to him, but I couldn't help but reject him for thousands of miles. Can you moisten your beauty today?"
Huahu was stunned: "Teacher, the servant shot off one of her legs, and you still want to rub it with her?"
Click!
A thunderbolt from the clear sky struck the flower fox on the head. The flower fox was scorched black by the thunder, its mouth and nose puffed out smoke, and it stopped talking.
Wen Lifang leaned on crutches, looked up, and sneered: "It turns out to be the prodigal son Ling Yue. Even if I am missing a leg, I am not someone like you who can bully me!"
When the Wen family's spiritual warriors came to kill, suddenly the sky was filled with thunder clouds, and thunder struck down one after another, knocking everyone off their feet.
Huahu and Lingyue were bathed in thunder and killed Wen Lifang!
Not long after, Wen Lifang fell under a thundercloud.
Huahu grabbed Wen Lifang and said viciously: "Wen Pushe, you massacred my Huqiu Village that day. I want to know if Mr. Yehu died in your hands?"
Wen Lifang was so angry: "What is Mr. Yehu? You are a scholar of Wenchang Academy. Please give me a good time and don't let Lingyue ruin my body..."
Huahu said angrily: "What I'm asking is whether Mr. Yehu died in your hands! He was the old fox demon who was trying to reason with you. He was very powerful. You must have killed him, right?"
Wen Lifang was seriously injured, her eyes were distracted, and her voice was intermittent: "You mean that day, there was no resistance from the masters that day. That day, I went to the no-man's land to do something at Tong Qingyun's order... It was so cold, why was it so dark..."
Huahu let her go and sat slumped on the ground. Wen Lifang stopped answering his questions.
Mr. Lingyue stepped forward to check and said: "She is already dead. Soon her spirit will realize that she is dead and will be summoned by Tianshiyuan."
After a while, Wen Lifang's spiritual world collapsed, and his spirit flew out, attracted by Tian Shiyuan's power.
Mr. Lingyue stretched out his palm, Wen Lifang's spirit was immobilized, and said: "Wen Pushe, why did you go to Tianshiyuan?"
Huahu raised his head, his eyes showing hope.
Xingling is not what people call the soul. Xingling is just a person's spirit. Only strong people can preserve their spirit after death.
But death is like a lamp going out. The soul cannot preserve a person's complete memories. Only the most impressive memories can be preserved.
"That day……"
Wen Lifang's spirit stood in the void, as if it would float away at any time. He recalled carefully and said quietly: "Tong Qingyun asked me to go to Tianshiyuan to investigate to see if there is a place called Burial of Longling there, and whether there are people sealed in it.
Demons and dragon spirits. On the pretext of going out for training, I brought many scholars to Tianshiyuan, which coincided with the Tianmen Ghost Market..."
Her memory was intermittent, and many pictures emerged from her spirit, shining in front of Huahu and Mr. Lingyue.
That was the scene where Tong Qingyun ordered her, as well as the scene of Tianmen Ghost Market. Huahu even saw Su Yun in the corner in the scene.
The scene in the picture passed quickly, and soon we came to the Dragon Burial Tomb in the night.
Huahu saw the flying dragon spirit and the evil energy seeping around the dragon's bones.
This memory is very clear, and it is obvious that Wen Lifang had a deep impression of human demons and dragon spirits.
But then her memory became much darker and missing a lot.
In Wen Lifang's view, this memory is not worth preserving.
The scene of the massacre of Huqiu Village flashed by, and Huahu hurriedly said: "Stop!"
Wen Lifang's spirit paused, and her memory slowly flowed backwards, settling on the scene of the massacre of Huqiu Village.
Huahu stared at the scene in the picture, and saw that the scene of the massacre in Huqiu Village in the picture could mostly overlap with the scene in his memory, but it was still different.
He saw the children of the aristocratic family killing the people in Huqiu Village. The fox demons were crying and running away in panic. He also saw himself rushing into the forest with a few little foxes. He also saw their houses being smashed down and being attacked by supernatural powers.
The flame ignites.
However, in his impression, Mr. Yehu took action and resisted everyone's attacks, giving them a chance to escape.
But in Wen Lifang's spiritual memory, there was no such scene.
In Wen Lifang's memory, there is no Mr. Wild Fox.
Huahu was in a daze, and Mr. Lingyue said: "Memories are easy to lose. If you haven't found it, maybe Wen Lifang just has no memory. A person often tamperes with his own memory, and even deceives himself."
He withdrew his magic power, and Wen Lifang's spirit disappeared far away.
Huahu suddenly said: "Sir, what if someone tampered with my memory or Wen Lifang's memory?"
Mr. Lingyue laughed and said: "It is easy to tamper with your memory, but it is too difficult to tamper with Wen Lifang's memory. Who can do it? I can't do it anyway. Let's go, it's time to go back to Shuofang!"
Shuofang City settled down, and the chaos caused by the Gray Robbery Monster and the rebellion of the seven aristocratic families quickly subsided. Most of the rebellious scholars of the seven aristocratic families were captured and brought to justice. Marquis Shuofang, the head of the Ye family, and others also returned to their respective positions.
The battles on the front line kept coming. First, the border pass was broken by Huntuo Khan, and the army from outside the Great Wall marched straight into Tianshiyuan, making Shuofang City extremely nervous.
Later, another good news came. Xue Shengren led the frontier army to fight against Huntuo Khan at Tianshiyuan and won the battle, forcing Huntuo Khan to retreat continuously and conquer more and more lost territory.
More than ten days later, the good news came that Xue Shengren drove Huntuo Khan out of Tianshiyuan and killed him in the border town.
Xue Shengren used his troops like a god and captured the border town at night, killing Huntuo Khan and leading the remaining soldiers to flee all the way back to Yangcheng.
This battle affected the hearts of all people in Shuobei. When the news of Xue Shengren's victory came, people were so excited that they took to the streets to tell each other.
However, at this time, another news came that Xue Shengren was attacked by masked men on his way back to Shuofang, and his life or death was uncertain.
When this news came, the 108 counties of the seventeen prefectures in Shuobei were in an uproar again, and countless people inquired about the safety of Saint Xue.
In the afternoon, another news came that Xue Shengren was not dead, but was seriously injured. The God King of Lao No Man's Land was convinced by the saint and invited a doctor named Dong to diagnose and treat Xue Shengren.
After the saint's injury recovers, he will return to Shuofang.
"This old fox was attacked and seriously injured. Is it true?" When Zuo Songyan heard the news, he couldn't help but widen his eyes, walked around, and kept scratching his head.
"Even if he wants to put on a show and boost his reputation, he won't have to suffer serious harm to himself."
Qiu Shuijing also frowned and thought: "The saint may have pretended to be injured in order to win over the people. Now all the people in Shuobei are talking about his Xue Qing Mansion! People first pay attention to the war and keep discussing it. The war is over.
I was also concerned about his injury and kept discussing."
Qiu Shuijing stopped and his eyes flashed: "When the emperor's decree comes down and orders him to go to the Eastern Capital, people will discuss his trip to the Eastern Capital again! This is a burning fire to cook oil, build momentum for yourself, and push the momentum to the limit! Play with people's hearts.
, he’s the best at it!”
His analysis was succinct and reasonable, and Zuo Songyan nodded repeatedly.
At sunset, Niu Biao, Zhou Bo and others led the army to escort Xue Qingfu back to Shuofang. Su Yun followed Qiu Shuijing and Zuo Songyan to visit the Saint's Residence, only to see Dr. Dong taking care of him.
Xue Qingfu was lying on the hospital bed, seriously injured, Qiu Shuijing was stunned.
"I met the Taoist Saint from the four myths. The Taoist Saint said that he was ordered by the emperor to get rid of me."
After being treated by Dr. Dong, Xue Qingfu looked much better and said to Qiu Shuijing, "But I'm not bad either. The Taoist Saint's injuries are not much better than mine."
Qiu Shuijing's eyes flashed: "Teacher, if I take action now, do you still have hope of survival?"
Xue Qingfu shook his head and said with a smile: "I am extremely injured now. Even if the God King and Demon King are hiding behind me, it will be difficult for me to withstand your thunder blow."
Qiu Shuijing was silent.
Xue Qingfu said: "But if I die, what can you use to suppress Di Ping? The triangle is the most stable."
Qiu Shuijing stood up and drifted away: "Teacher, my power in Dongdu is weaker than yours, so I will take a step forward and wait for you in Dongdu."