Xingling is the condensed spirit of people, and magical power is the reflection of the Xingling.
When Qin Wuling died, his spirit was not strong enough. When his spirit attached to foreign objects, he could only become a demon, spirit or monster.
Han Jun, who is now Xue Qingfu, sent Qin Wuling's spirit into his pen, turning him into a pen monster, no different from other monsters.
Other monsters, such as Huahu and Qingqiuyue, are also the spirits of spiritual beings attached to the fox. For them, there is no previous life, they are themselves, and the only relationship between them and the previous life is their own memory.
From time to time, I feel that something is very familiar, as if I have done it or experienced it.
Sometimes, they will also think of fragments of their previous life, but they are no longer the same person in their previous life.
The same goes for Biguai Danqing.
He was sold by Han Jun to Cen Shengren, who came to Beijing to take the exam when he was young. Cen Shengren had a good relationship with the Taoist saints and holy Buddhas at that time, enlightened him on the subject, and accepted him as his disciple.
Even if Dan Qing awakens Qin Wuling's memory, it has nothing to do with Qin Wuling. For him, it is just a life experience, just like Yingying now.
This is the reason why Wen Guanshan said that Qin Wuling was dead and he was a master of painting.
"So, teacher, how did Saint Wen die?"
Su Yun asked: "Sheng Cen investigated the death of Dan Qing, but hanged himself outside Tianmen Town. How did he die? I saw the body of Sheng Wen in your study, and I also saw many terrible things.
How should you explain it?"
"You are very close to the truth."
Wen Guanshan glanced at the shadow behind him and smiled: "If I can survive this disaster, I will tell you the truth. If I can't survive, then this secret will be buried in the dust with me."
Su Yun raised his eyebrows and his eyes fell on the body of the girl behind him who had been frozen into an ice sculpture: "Teacher and I are only two steps away. Teacher may not have to wait to see if he can survive this disaster. Maybe the disciple can now
Let the teacher turn into dust."
Wen Guanshan said calmly: "With the Yinglong in your body? My child, before you master the power of Yinglong, I can kill you and kill Yingying in your spiritual world."
The two fell silent.
Yingying broke into a cold sweat and was extremely nervous.
Su Yun stood up and said goodbye: "Teacher, I take good care of myself."
Wen Guanshan stared at his shadow, a murderous intent flashed through his eyes. He wanted to move, but suppressed it.
Su Yun's shadow on the ground looked like the mythical god of war Ying Long, with a powerful and mysterious power that made him somewhat unpredictable.
"The shadow on the ground looked like Yinglong. At a certain moment, I thought he was lying to me, using his superficial magical powers to fool me. But this evil and powerful force..."
Wen Guanshan looked at Su Yun's back and was surprised: "This profound power even surpasses that of a saint. It is said that the ancient saint emperor encountered the raging demon king and could not win, so he prayed to the sky, and the god of war Yinglong descended from the sky. Could it be
Say, are the rumors true?"
"Maha" came a strange voice in his ear.
When Wen Guanshan heard this voice, the murderous intention in his heart completely dissipated.
Su Yun walked out, and when he walked out of the courtyard of the Prime Minister's Mansion, Yingying's voice finally came to his ears: "Finally, I came out alive. Su Shizi, I just thought he would really kill him! I didn't expect it."
He is really frightened by your magical powers!"
Su Yun was also a little surprised and said: "I didn't expect it either. I originally expected that he would be tempted, but who knew that he wouldn't even be tempted, so he was frightened by me."
"Maybe he was beaten too badly by Xiang Liu." Yingying guessed.
"I guess so."
Su Yun was very proud of himself: "Sage Wen, one of the four myths, was beaten to some psychological effects by me. It's natural."
Yingying was silent for a moment, and then suddenly said: "Su Shizi, thank you for settling my worries."
Su Yun looked up at the sky, exhaled a breath of turbid air, and said with a smile: "Yingying, not only have you settled a matter on your mind, but I have also settled a huge matter on my mind. From now on, I will no longer have any obstacles in my heart."
Yingying chuckled and said: "I was worried that you would fall into the devil's path because of this, just like Han Jun, just like Qin Wuling and others, who turned into darkness when they saw darkness." She felt a little sad when she said this.
Wen Guanshan said that he was Danqing, not Qin Wuling, but in Yingying's heart, he was still Qin Wuling, the wise and martial leader of the team.
"How did I end up like them?"
Su Yun laughed: "I was just deceived by Mr. Yehu, but I also learned a lot of knowledge from him. This is a good thing, why should I think about the worst?"
Yingying was stunned: "But the things you have experienced are much darker than them."
It was hard for her to imagine that someone like Su Yun had lived in a huge lie since he was a child. The people in the town were ghosts and gods who protected him in name, but in fact only owed him too much.
He was subjected to cruel and inhumane experiments by these elders whom he admired since he was a child. The other children around him were tortured to death by these experiments one by one, and he was the only one who survived.
When he was blind, he fell into the lies weaved by Mr. Yehu. Mr. Yehu used him to observe Tianmen Town and explore its secrets.
Even Mr. Ye Fox’s death was a lie!
The dark life that Han Jun and Qin Wuling experienced was not as good as the darkness that Su Yun experienced. But why didn't Su Yun become a demon as Wutong expected?
"Probably because someone opened a skylight in my life so that the sunlight can shine down."
Su Yun thought for a while and said quietly: "When I was put in the coffin, someone dug me out. When I was in Tianmen Town, someone dispersed the clouds and let the sunshine shine on my yard. Then
At that time, I still had many friends, like my second brother, like Xiaofan, like Senior Sister Xiaoyao whom I met later, and you, and Zuo Pushe, and Mr. Shui Jing, Taoist Xianyun... You are really right
I am fine.
"When I left Tianshiyuan, although I encountered the rebellion of seven aristocratic families and saw the intrigues and conflicts among the aristocratic families, I also saw people who were serious about studying and working for the benefit of the people."
His smile was like sunshine in a sky covered with dark clouds, and he said with a smile: "I also saw some people spending their whole lives to let the scholars at the bottom have education and reading, and I also saw some people working hard for the people at the bottom.
.Although my circumstances are tragic, I have seen the light. With all this, why would I degenerate into a demon?"
Yingying was a little confused.
Han Jun, Qin Wuling, and Su Yun all suffered different hardships, but they were all full of darkness. But why did their choices differ?
"People can live in darkness, but their thoughts cannot sink in darkness. When the dark clouds are cleared, the sunshine begins to appear. Perhaps Su Shizi is the kind of person who often clears away the dark clouds in his heart."
Yingying feels that there is something admirable about Su Yun, a big boy, and he has a truly strong heart.
Yingying asked: "Wen Guanshan said that he has a calamity coming, and he can survive it alive. Let's talk about old things. Do you know where this calamity comes from?"
Su Yun's eyes flashed and he raised his head to look in the direction of the Imperial City on Yuhuang Mountain.
Yingying understood the idea and said worriedly: "Then can he survive this disaster?"
Su Yun withdrew his gaze and returned to Xianliangyuan: "Whether he can survive this disaster has nothing to do with us."
Yingying suddenly became anxious: "But the truth..."
Su Yun laughed loudly: "He thought he wanted to take advantage of me based on a piece of truth. What a dream! If he can't survive, then he will die and let the truth be buried in the dust with him. I don't care about it at all!
"
It's night.
At midnight, the killing spree began in the other courtyard of the Prime Minister's Mansion. A thief entered from the main gate with the intention of assassinating the Prime Minister. Min Wanghai, Fei Hongjin and other disciples fought hard to kill the enemy and were led out of the other courtyard of the Prime Minister's Mansion. Only a few were left in the other courtyard.
Nursing Home Attendant.
Some servants rushed out of the other courtyard and went to report to the official, but they were delayed in waiting for the official to arrive.
When he was anxious, there was a red light floating in the sky. The guard looked at it from a distance, but it was two red lanterns. When the red lanterns flew in front of him, he realized that they were not.
Those are two huge eyes!
The owner of the eyes is like a demon, with red eyes and huge huge eyes. His face is covered with curly beards, like a young dragon piercing his face and flying around. He breaks into other courtyards and eats people. He eats several of the guards and others.
Dispersed in a hurry.
The demon-like creature broke into another courtyard and walked to the courtyard where Wen Guan Shan was recuperating. When he was about to enter the courtyard, he saw a golden flag hanging on the arch.
When the strange creature encountered the golden banner, it was frightened and hurriedly jumped into the air. The golden banner also rose into the sky.
I saw two red lights and a golden flag flying back and forth in mid-air. Suddenly there was a sound of thunder in the air, the two red lights went out, and a huge head fell from the sky.
The golden flag fluttered and was about to fly down when suddenly another golden thunder flashed through the air, like an arrow, hitting the golden flag and shooting it out, flying to an unknown destination.
At the fourth watch, there was thunder in the sky over Dongdu and heavy rain began. Dongdu was dark, and even the tribulation lanterns were not as bright as before.
On a rainy night, a man wearing a bamboo hat with his head held low walked into the unprotected courtyard of the Prime Minister's Mansion.
There was no golden flag in front of the arch, and the man walked smoothly into the courtyard where Wen Guan Shan was recuperating and came to the door of his bed.
The Lingshan Demon-Conquering Pestle was hung in front of the door, and suddenly the light shone brightly!
In a few rounds, the man in the bamboo hat pressed the Lingshan Subduing Demonic Pestle, suppressed the Demonic Subduing Pestle, nailed it to the ground, and then pushed the door open and entered.
When he came to the hospital bed, he saw a sword hanging on the bedside of the hospital bed. It was another treasure of Wen Guan Mountain, the Three Corpse Killing Sword!
The Taoist sword clanged and jumped out of its scabbard. Suddenly the room was filled with sword light, crisscrossing the ward like lightning.
After three more rounds, the man in the hat suppressed the three-corpse-killing Taoist sword, and the Taoist sword was inserted into the scabbard with a clanking sound.
The man in the bamboo hat walked towards the hospital bed. Behind the curtain of the hospital bed, Wen Guanshan could be vaguely seen sitting up suddenly.
The man in the bamboo hat stretched his palm towards the curtain, suddenly lifted his hand, picked up his sword, turned around, and strode away without opening the curtain.
Wen Guanshan behind the tent was stunned: "That's awesome, Mr. Shui Jing!"
The man in the bamboo hat came to the door, pulled up the Lingshan Demon-Conquering Pestle stuck in the ground, and took it away with him.
Wen Guanshan lay down in a tight fit, with a gloomy look on his face: "Qiu Shuijing is plotting against me. As expected, people are like water mirrors, and there is no leakage!"
His original plan was to place the three spiritual weapons, the Thousand Words Banner, the Three-Zombie Dao Sword, and the Lingshan Demon-Conquering Pestle, in the coffin in preparation for the attack of the real master on the second night. What he didn't expect was that the target of the visitor was not him.
, but his three great spiritual soldiers!
There are only a few people in the world who can be one step ahead of him in terms of wisdom, and even he is one of them, and Qiu Shuijing is one of them.
Therefore, Wen Guanshan immediately guessed that the person behind the situation was Mr. Shui Jing!
"It's not that easy if you want me to die!"
On the fifth watch day, after the thunderstorm, the sky was clear, the night sky was clear, the moon was bright and the stars were sparse. Suddenly, there were cries all over the sky, and bad news came from the other courtyard of the Prime Minister's Mansion. One of the four myths of Yuanshuo, the Prime Minister Wen Guanshan died of an illness.
, died suddenly.
Most of the civil and military officials in the Eastern Capital had already washed up and were eating breakfast and preparing to go to court. When they heard the news, they couldn't help but panic and set off straight to the annex of the Prime Minister's Mansion, both to express their condolences and to spy on the news.
From the fifth watch to daytime, and from daytime to afternoon, there was an endless stream of people coming and going in the courtyard of the Prime Minister's Mansion. Even the emperor himself came out of the palace to express his condolences, hold the coffin and cry loudly.
Censor Qiu Shuijing also came to mourn, crying so hard that he couldn't breathe. He insisted on Fei Hongjin, Zeng Zhensong and others opening the coffin to see the Prime Minister's remains with his own eyes.
"The Prime Minister has passed away, Qiu will be buried in the same room as the Prime Minister, and he will follow the Prime Minister after his death!"
Qiu Shuijing drew his sword and cried loudly, and wanted to wipe his neck on the spot. Min Wanghai, Fei Hongjin and others hurriedly stopped him. During the dispute, Qiu Shuijing missed the sword and stabbed the coffin.
All the civil and military officials hurriedly came forward and offered kind words to persuade Qiu Shuijing. Only then did Qiu Shuijing slowly stop crying. She only occasionally twitched her shoulders. It was obvious that the pain in her heart could not be resolved for a while.
On this night, late at night, everything was quiet. There were coffins in the other courtyard, only the candlelight was dim, and the birds were silent.
A figure walked slowly through the night and came to the coffin.
The man slowly raised his head under the candlelight, took out a mask from his arms, and put it on his face with a click. The mask suddenly came to life.
"Brother, team leader, you once saved my life, and I will repay you tonight. After tonight, we will never owe each other any more, and we will fight for the world!"
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