Su Yun fell silent.

The spirit is the spirit condensed by people, and the supernatural powers are the reflection of the spirit.

When Qin Wuling died, his spirit was not strong enough. When his spirit was attached to external objects, he could only become a monster, a spirit or a monster.

Han Jun, that is, the current Xue Qing Mansion, sent Qin Wuling's spirit into his pen, turning him into a pen monster, which is no different from other monsters.

Other monsters, such as Flower Fox and Qingqiu Yue, are also transformed by the spirits of spiritual men who depend on the fox. For them, they have no previous life, they are themselves, and their only relationship with their previous life is that they will feel that something is very familiar from time to time in their memory, as if they have done or experienced it.

Sometimes, they will also think of fragments of their previous life, but they are no longer the person in their previous life.

The same is true for the weird pen painting.

He was sold by Han Jun to Saint Cen, who went to Beijing to take the exam when he was young. Saint Cen had a good relationship with the Taoist Saint and Saint Buddha at that time, and enlightened the painting and accepted it as a disciple.

Even if Danqing awakens the memory of Qin Wuling, it has nothing to do with Qin Wuling. For him, it is just a life experience, just like the Yingying now.

Wen Guanshan said that Qin Wuling was dead and that he was a masterpiece of painting. This is the reason.

"So, teacher, how did Saint Wen die?"

Su Yun asked: "Cen Sheng investigated Danqing's death but hanged himself outside Tianmen Town. How did he die? In your study, I saw the body of Shengren Wen and saw many terrible things. What should you explain?"

"You're already close to the truth."

Wen Guanshan glanced at the shadow behind him and smiled and said, "If I could survive this disaster, I would tell you the truth. If I can't get through it, then this secret will be buried in the dust with me."

Su Yun raised his eyebrows and his eyes fell on the corpse of a girl who had been frozen into an ice sculpture behind him: "The teacher is only two steps away from me. The teacher may not have to wait to see if he can survive this disaster. Perhaps the disciple can turn the teacher into dust now."

Wen Guanshan said lightly: "Do you rely on Yinglong in your body? Child, before you master the power of Yinglong, I can kill you and kill Yingying in your spiritual world by the way."

The two fell silent.

Yingying squeezed her cold sweat and was extremely nervous.

Su Yun stood up and said goodbye: "Teacher is good at recuperating your health."

Wen Guanshan stared at his shadow, and a murderous intent flashed in his eyes. He wanted to move, but he suppressed it again.

The shadow of Su Yun on the ground was like the mythical and legendary war god Yinglong, carrying powerful and strange power, which made him a little puzzled.

"The shadow on the ground is like Yinglong. At some point, I thought he was lying to me and fooling me with his shallow supernatural powers. But this evil and powerful force..."

Wen Guanshan looked at Su Yun's back and was shocked and confused: "This profound power even surpassed the saint. It is rumored that the ancient saint emperor encountered the raging devil king and could not win the battle, so he prayed to pray to the sky, and the god of war came down from heaven. Could it be that the rumors were true?"

"Mah—ha—" A strange voice came from his ears.

When Wen Guanshan heard this voice, his murderous intent completely dissipated.

Su Yun walked out, and when he walked out of the Prime Minister's Mansion, Yingying's voice finally came from his ears: "I finally came out alive. Su Shizi, I thought he would really kill him! I didn't expect that he would be really scared by your magical powers!"

Su Yun was also a little surprised and said, "I didn't expect it. I originally expected him to have a temptation, but who knew that he would be frightened by me if he didn't even temptation."

"Maybe he was beaten too badly by Xiangliu." Yingying guessed.

"I think so."

Su Yun was very satisfied: "It is natural that Saint Wen, one of the four myths, was beaten to me with some psychological shadow."

Yingying was silent for a moment and suddenly said, "Su Shizi, thank you for ending my thoughts."

Su Yun looked up at the sky, breathed out a turbid breath, and smiled and said, "Yingying, it's not just you who have finished a matter of your heart, but I have also completed a great matter of my heart. From then on, there will be no hindrance in my Taoist heart."

Yingying chuckled, "I'm also worried that you will fall into the devil's way because of this, just like Han Jun, like Qin Wuling and others, when you see darkness, it turns into darkness." When she said this, her heart felt a little sad.

Wen Guanshan said that he was a painting, not a Qin Wuling, but in Yingying's heart, he was still a Qin Wuling and the wise leader of the Shenwu team.

"How could I become them?"

Su Yun laughed: "I was just deceived by Mr. Wild Fox, but I also learned a lot of knowledge from him. This is a good thing, so why bother to think about it if it is bad?"

Yingying was stunned: "But, what you experienced is much darker than theirs."

It was hard for her to imagine that like Su Yun, who lived in a huge lie since childhood, was full of ghosts and gods, who protected him in name but actually just owed him too much.

Since childhood, he was subjected to inhumane experiments by these elders he admired. The other children around him were tortured to death by such experiments, and he was the only one who survived.

When he was blind, he fell into the lie woven by Mr. Wild Fox. Mr. Wild Fox used him to observe Tianmen Town and explore the mystery of Tianmen Town.

Even Mr. Wild Fox’s death is a lie!

The dark life that Han Jun and Qin Wuling experienced is not as dark as Su Yun experienced. However, why did Su Yun not fall into a demon as Wutong expected?

"Probably because someone opened a skylight for my life so that the sun could shine."

Su Yun thought for a while and said quietly: "When I was put into the coffin, someone dug me out. When I was in Tianmen Town, someone spread the clouds and let the sun shine on my yard. At that time, I had many friends, such as my second brother, Xiaofan, like the senior sister Xiaoyao I met later, you, Zuo Pushe, Mr. Shui Jing, and Taoist Xianyun... You are really very good to me.

"I left Tianshiyuan, although I encountered the rebellion of the seven major aristocratic families and saw the intrigues and fighting each other, I also saw people who studied hard and benefited the people seriously."

His smile was like the sunshine cast from the dark clouds, and he smiled and said, "I also saw someone spend his whole life making scholars at the bottom of the school have some studies and books, and also saw someone fighting for the people at the bottom. Although my experience was miserable, I saw the light. With these, why did I fall into a demon?"

Yingying was a little confused.

Han Jun, Qin Wuling, and Su Yun, the sufferings they encountered were different, but they were all full of darkness. But why did their choices be different?

"People can live in darkness, but their thoughts cannot sink in darkness. When they push away the dark clouds, they will see the sunshine. Maybe Su Shizi is the kind of person who often pushes away the dark clouds in his heart."

Yingying felt that Su Yun, the big boy, had something admirable, and he had a truly powerful heart.

Yingying asked, "Wen Guanshan said that he was about to die, and he could survive this disaster alive, and talk about the old things. Do you know where this disaster comes from?"

Su Yun's eyes flashed and he looked up towards the Jade Emperor Mountain Imperial City.

Yingying understood it and said with some concern: "So 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: "He thought he wanted to control me with a truth, which was really a dream! If he couldn't live, he would die and let the truth be buried in the dust with him. I don't care about it!"

It's night.

At the third anniversary of the day, the Prime Minister's House was killed suddenly. A thief entered the main gate, intending to assassinate the Prime Minister, Min Wanghai, Fei Hongjin and other disciples fought hard to kill the enemy, and were led out of the Prime Minister's House, where only some guards were left in the courtyard.

Some servants rushed out of the villa and went to report to the officials, but they couldn't wait for the officials to come.

When I was anxious, a red light floated in the sky. When the guards looked from a distance, they saw two red lanterns. When the red lantern flew in front of me, they realized that it was not.

Those were two huge eyes!

The owner of the eyes was like a demon god, his eyes were red and huge, and his face was covered with a curly beard, like a young dragon tying on his face, and then he flew into the other yard and ate a few of the guards, and the others scattered.

The creature like a demon broke into the villa and walked to the courtyard where Wenguan Mountain was recuperating. Just as he was about to enter the courtyard, he saw a golden banner hanging on the arch.

The strange creature was shocked when it encountered the golden banner and quickly rose into the air, which also soared into the sky.

I saw two red lights and a golden banner flying around in the air. Suddenly, thunder sounded in the air, and the two red lights went out, and a huge head fell from the sky.

The golden banner was floating and about to fly down, when suddenly another golden thunder flashed in the air, like an arrow light, hitting the golden banner, shooting it out, and I don’t know where to fly.

At the fourth update, thunder thunders above the Dongdu was filled with heavy rain. Dongdu was dark, and even the gray lights were not as bright as before.

On a rainy night, a man wore a hat and pressed down very low, and walked into the unguarded Prime Minister's Mansion.

There was no golden banner in front of the arch, and the man walked into the yard of Wenguan Mountain for recuperation and came to the door of the sickbed.

A Lingshan Demon Subduing Pestle was hung in front of the door, and suddenly the light shone brightly!

The man in the hat defeated the Lingshan Demon-Subduing Pestle in a few rounds, suppressed the Demon-Subduing Pestle, nailed it to the ground, and then pushed the door and entered.

When he came to the sickbed, he saw a sword hanging on the head of the sickbed. It was another treasure from Wenguan Mountain, the sword of the three corpses!

The Taoist sword roared and jumped out of the scabbard. Suddenly, the sword light filled the room, interspersed like lightning in the ward.

Three more rounds, the man in the hat suppressed the Dao Sword of the three corpses, and the Dao Sword inserted into the scabbard with a clang.

The man from the hat walked towards the sickbed. After the curtain of the sickbed, Wenguan Mountain could be seen suddenly sitting up.

The man in the hat stretched his palm towards the curtain, suddenly copied it with his palm, picked his sword, turned around, and left with great strides, without opening the curtain.

Wen Guanshan, who was behind the tent, was stunned: "It's amazing, Mr. Shui Jing!"

The man from the hat came to the door, pulled up the Lingshan Demon-Subduing Pestle inserted into the ground, and took it away.

Wen Guanshan lie down with a gloomy face: "Qu Shuijing is calculating me. It turns out that he is like a mirror of water, and he can't miss it!"

His original plan was to put the Thousand-Speaking Banner, the Three Corpse Dao Sword and the Spirit Mountain Demon-Subduing Pestle in the coffin in case the Lord of the Second Night attacked. Unexpectedly, the target of the visitor was not him, but his three spiritual weapons!

There are only a few people in the world who can calculate one more step in wisdom than him, and even he is also calculating him, and Qiu Shuijing is one of them.

Therefore, Wen Guanshan immediately guessed that the person who dominated the situation behind him was Mr. Shui Jing!

"It's not that easy to die!"

At the fifth day of the day, after the thunderstorm, the sky was clear, the night sky was clear, the moon was bright, the stars were sparse, and suddenly there were crying and shouting. Bad news came from the Prime Minister's House. One of the four major myths of Yuanshuo, Prime Minister Wen Guanshan, was infected and died suddenly.

Most of the civil and military officials in the Eastern Capital had 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 and headed straight to the Prime Minister's Mansion, both for mourning and spying on the news.

From the fifth hour to the day, from the day to the afternoon, people came and went to the Prime Minister's Mansion, and even the emperor went out to the palace to pay condolences and cried with the coffin.

The censor Qiu Shuijing also came to mourn, and she was so angry that she couldn't breathe. She insisted on Fei Hongjin, Zeng Zhensong and others to open the coffin and see the prime minister's remains with her own eyes.

"The Prime Minister is gone, Qiu wants to be buried in the same room as the Prime Minister, and follow the Prime Minister after his death!"

Qiu Shuijing drew his sword and cried, and wanted to wipe his neck on the spot. Min Wanghai, Fei Hongjin and others hurriedly stopped him. In the midst of the argument, Qiu Shuijing accidentally stabbed him on the coffin with a sword.

The civil and military officials rushed forward and persuaded them with kind words. Qiu Shuijing slowly stopped crying, but occasionally twitched his shoulders. Obviously, the pain in his heart was difficult to resolve for a while.

On that night, late at night, everything was silent. There was a coffin in the other courtyard, with only the candlelight and the elegant birds silently.

A figure walked slowly in the night and came to the coffin.

The man slowly raised his head under the candlelight, took out a mask from his arms, and pressed it on his face with a click. The mask suddenly became vivid.

"Team leader, you saved my life, I will pay you back tonight. After tonight, you and I will no longer owe each other, and we will fight for the world!"

——————Old friends, old friends, today is Qiu Shuijing’s birthday. Click on the author below to enter Mr. Shuijing’s page and vote for Mr. Shuijing to entrust the medal of Mr. Shuijing!
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