Chapter 88: Soul Light

Zhao Yunlan felt at that time that a sack had been put on his head, and just after breaking free, he found himself inexplicably teleporting.
He turned black first and then white. He opened his eyes and didn't know where he was, but he was no longer under Wangchuan. He frantically rolled around his whip, and suddenly, in a white that was about to call out his snow blindness In the middle, he saw a lonely back, walking far ahead.
云 Zhao Yunlan had a long leg, and soon caught up with it, and saw that the figure was a short old man.
Even if the old man is standing upright, he may still have his chest high, his back bent like a cooked prawn, and carrying a carrying pocket that is large enough for people to move their homes. Looking inside the back pocket, the inside was empty and nothing was loaded, but the old man was like carrying a weight of several hundred pounds. He could not press it even with his head lifted, and could only face his back to the heaven and earth. The ground moved forward.
云 Zhao Yunlan stretched out his hand to support his big back pocket and muttered, "So heavy?"
The old man finally stopped, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and looked up to reveal an old and dark face, reminiscent of the old man in the famous oil painting "Father", he looked at him Zhao Yunlan showed a tired smile: "Come, come with me."
"Wait, where is this? Who are you?" Zhao Yunlan asked with a frown.
The old man did not answer, but buried his head again, struggling to move forward like an old cow pulling a plow, his shoulders were deeply depressed by the empty back pockets, and a pair of dry and protruding collarbone was exposed on the neckline.
"You always brought me here? Hey, what are you doing, I managed to catch my wife, and I didn't have a chance to say a word, so you can insert a bar like this to make it yellow."
The old man smiled lightly and listened to his complaints, neither explaining nor answering.
云 Zhao Yunlan asked again, "Where do you take me? What do you memorize?"
The old man suddenly hummed a word at his own pace: "The soul of the living, the heart of the dead, the redemption of the sin that hasn't died, the turn never returned—"
He dragged a long voice and spit it out word by word with a voice like singing and singing, always coming and going, these two sentences, muffled, accompanied by the words of the gods, reminiscent of the past funeral, Spreading paper money all the way, he walked along with the husband who said "one hundred and twenty rewards".
Seeing that he couldn't ask anything, Zhao Yunlan no longer made a noise. The whip in his hand turned into a red letter and black paper. He was rolled into the shape of a cigarette, and he drew a cake in his mouth to fill his hunger. Silently calculated.
突然 He suddenly had an illusion, as if he was walking on a heavenly road.
Wait, Tianlu ... Isn't Tianlu not Zhoushan? Isn't Zhoushan already down?
When Zhao Yunlan thought of this, he suddenly had a footstep, and a sigh came from somewhere in the void. Zhao Yunlan looked like a thought, staring at the figure of the old man tightly, and said, "Are you a Shennong? "
The old man's footsteps stopped again, turned his head slowly, and looked at him silently.
云 Zhao Yunlan's muscles tightened for a moment.
Ever since he was sure that the so-called "memory" in the Great Shenmu is fake, there has been a suspicion in his heart that no one can get up to the top of the Kunlun Mountain. Say, one hand can count. Later, Zhao Yunlan considered that memory countless times in his mind. The inside of him was very vague about the whereabouts of the soul fire on his left shoulder, and it was stiff and abnormal about the part where Zhoushan fell.
Who is lying to him?
From this point of view, Shennong's seems to be the most suspicious. In that memory, Shennong appeared from the beginning to the end with a proper and indifferent attitude. At first glance, it seemed very righteous, but it was found to be wrong.
That memory is a complete story. If any one of them appears to be canceled, they will have different endings in the end. That is to say, their every move involves a lot of reasonable causes and effects. Only Shennong--even There was no Shennong in that story, and the ending was the same, and it would not affect anything at all.
Later, when he saw the sacred pesticide bowl attached to his father, and heard the sloppy phrase "Shen Nong borrowed your soul fire" from the ghost face, it seemed to confirm his suspicion.
In the large seal stone, the paradox of the son-in-law "Shen Nong was wrong", and he provoked Zhao Yunlan's nerves impartially.
云 Zhao Yunlan clenched his fists: "So, are you the one who does something with Dashenmu?"
The old man didn't answer, and his face showed a worried look. For a moment, Zhao Yunlan felt that he had heard the sound of bad wind.
His voice faded, the snow-white world suddenly fell apart, and the glaring glare came in. Zhao Yunlan busy covered his eyes. After a while, he slowly put down his hand. Through the eyes that were stimulated with DC tears, he found He went to earth.
Zhao Yunlan looked around, and for a moment, suddenly felt a very strange, familiar and strange feeling.
After a long while, he didn't remember until he saw an ice cream shop on the corner.
云 Zhao Yunlan suddenly opened his eyes-here near his house, but the ice cream shop on the opposite street had been closed for a long time, and it was renovated into a small hot pot shop five or six years ago.
He was a little dazed for a while, and he walked there for a while, and finally strode over, buying a bowl of smoothie in the shop with little change on his body, and then like a fool among a group of little girls, leaning against the window , Staring at the huge "2002" on the wall calendar in the store, using a very bitter and hateful way of eating, biting the sand ice "crackly".
He seems to have come to collect protection fees and hit the store.
云 Zhao Yunlan felt that he was like a dream, or watching a lame movie that switched from unfavorable to a scene. After a while, he went down in the sky, and finally he returned to the world. It was somehow eleven years ago.
When he was half-eaten, Zhao Yunlan and Yu Guang suddenly caught a glimpse of a person. He immediately sat upright, extended his neck in a fox-like posture, and looked out through the window of the ice cream shop. The picture of "Sand Bing" is so realistic that several sisters around him kept watching him. At this time, they couldn't help but follow his gaze and stretched his neck to look out.
It turned out to be the fox of a basketball team.
云 Zhao Yunlan saw a familiar car driving out of his community—the old car that had carried countless childhood memories of him and was replaced by his father relentlessly!
Zhao Yunlan immediately threw the uneaten food on the table, rushed out at the speed of arrest, stopped a rental car along the street, found out the tattered work permit in his pocket, and took the police badge above to the taxi master A look in front of me: "Please give me the car in front!"
The master did not expect that he could still pull back 007 once in his lifetime. He was immediately excited. He stepped on the accelerator and the car whistled like a mule. The old taxi became F1 in one second. Photographed Zhao Yunlan live on the co-pilot seat.
Father Zhao drove all the way to Antique Street, and further inside, it was the small alley full of shops. Motor vehicles were not allowed to go inside. Zhao Yunlan watched his father stop the car a hundred meters apart. On the roadside, he walked in with a pair of star-proof paparazzi large sunglasses.
"Master, stop here, stop here!" Zhao Yunlan stared at his father's back tightly, reached out his hand and felt out his wallet, and just about to pay for it, was rejected by the driver master righteously.
Zhao Yunlan: "Hold it up, don't waste time, I will lose someone."
The driver, Master Dayi, salutes him, and shakes his hand hard, saying 铿锵 comrade: "Comrade, go, don't charge me, I will serve the people!"
Zhao Yunlan: "..."
He was silent for a second, decided not to be polite anymore, decisively jumped out of the car and ran.
Eleven years ago, the antique street was not as standard as it was after. It was a narrow alley with stalls everywhere. From jewelry and jade to antique calligraphy and painting, there was everything, whether it was real or fake, it looked very lively anyway. As a result, the road became narrower and easier to track.
Zhao Yunlan swallowed a piece of yellow paper with a covert trace. The paper was painted by Chu Shu. When Chu Shu was so poor that he was left confident, he thought he was stubborn all day long and claimed that Even if things are used to detect the history of ancient gods stealing love, it is more than enough.
Although Zhao Yunlan thought he was farting, at this time he couldn't help but pin his hope on it, but didn't dare to chase too close.
As soon as he turned, he lost someone.
云 Zhao Yunlan carefully probed at the entrance of each store. No one was seen anywhere, and his eyes fell on the big locust tree that could lead to the meditation. He knew that the person he was following was by no means his own dad, who had pulled two and a half thousand to eighty thousand, but an adult scum who dared to use the body of a living person.
云 Zhao Yunlan took a deep breath and went to Huang Quan for the second time in a day. He was anxious to kick the broken bowl into something and kick it.
It would make sense for Shen Wei to tell him to leave quickly. Living people walking on Huangquan Road is definitely not a particularly good experience. Even a bachelor like Zhao Yunlan who dare to go downstairs in the cold winter months can clearly feel The coldness that can penetrate the seams of bones on the road to Huangquan.
父 "Father Zhao" waited for a while on Huangquan Road, constantly rubbing his hands, his brows frowned and tightened, as if waiting for someone.
There is only a thin and narrow section of Huangquan Road, and there are no ghosts at a glance. Zhao Yunlan did not dare to show up, so he had to curl up and hide in the big locust tree with injustice, feeling that he was stuck in the yin and yang In the middle.
When he felt that he was about to shrink to a half body, suddenly, a familiar figure came over from Huangquan Road. The man was very conspicuous, because wherever he went, he couldn't keep a ghost, and even the ghost who was pretending to be calm and calm could not help but bow his head to retreat, which had the effect of Moses dividing the sea.
When Zhao Yunlan saw it, his mood immediately became subtle-whoever found that his "daughter" had privately met the future father-in-law as early as eleven years ago would probably be subtle and uncontrollable.
Shen Wei, wearing the long cloak of the soul-slayer, did not show his face. He walked five steps away from his father and stood still. He was colder than Xiao Shu's Huang Quan.
父 Zhao's father also stopped walking and rubbing his hands. The two of them were facing each other depressively as if they were silent.
After a long time, Father Zhao said, "The evening paper that Yun Lan brought home had your breath."
Shen Wei didn't speak, but just sneered softly.
Zhao Yunlan has never heard such a sneer from Shen Wei. For a moment, he suspected that the person wrapped in black in front of him was not Shen Wei at all, but the ghostly face of yin and yang.
Although Zhao Zhao had a great soul on his body, after all, it was a physical body, and after a long time on Huangquan Road, his lips were frozen white and purple. If you look closely, it seems to be still holding on gently. However, his voice was not weak at all: "Don't forget that when you insisted on sending Kunlun's soul into the reincarnation, you promised something to the ancestor."
"Huh?" Shen Wei finally opened his mouth slowly, "I just glanced at him a long distance away, and I avoided it when he came over. Even though Shangxian could not believe my character, I was afraid of betrayal. , Can't you believe the Phnom Penh contract of the Holy Spirit? "
His tone sounded as gentle and courteous as ever, but Zhao Yunlan was used to being obedient and sensitive, and he heard the incredibly lightness and indescribable taste from his short sentence.
父 Father Zhao frowned: "But what happened to Dafeng? Why did Dafeng become loose?"
This time, Shen Wei was silent for a moment, and then his voice was slightly lowered: "If Shangxian remembers that the original Fuxi seal was only a few hundred years old, it was taken down by Tianzhu, and it was broken. The son-in-law descended, and now the newly established Houtu Dafeng has existed for thousands of years. The water drops can still wear stones, and now the big seal is loose, and no one can return to heaven. There is nothing I can do to redeem me. "
"Houtu Dafeng is the son-in-law's life-threatening and Kunlun Jun's hard work. Of course I didn't say what you should not do to it, but what if Dafeng collapses completely? What are you going to do?"
"Yeah," Shen Wei paused, and then said lightly, "What are you going to do? I'm very dumb, now I finally understand what the saints said" immortal immortality "-just Counting it out, I wasn't originally a born of illusion and admired by all people. "
"Don't think that the day of the big seal will not bind you, if my son ..."
父 Father Zhao's voice came here, and it suddenly stopped unnaturally, as if the movie was half broken and the speaker was opened, but he couldn't make a sound.
Xu Shenwei's face was hidden behind a dark mist, but Zhao Yunlan just felt he smiled.
I only listened slowly to him and said, "Son? Shangxian is so deep into the drama. If you say" Linglang ", it ’s inappropriate for Shangxian to put on a good-looking fairy, and the lower bound is attached to a mortal, but it is also attached to him. Does your father recognize you or not? "
父 Zhao's father made a "giggle" in his throat. He clasped his neck with his hands, his eyes opened, but he couldn't say a word.
Shen Wei looked at him for a while and finally chuckled and waved his hand. Father Zhao was punched by someone, took several steps back, and stood still with a sigh of relief: "You ..."
Shen Wei put his hands together in long sleeves, and nodded his head slightly: "So Shangxian still be careful. Some of you know it well, but you still don't say it well, do you think? First of all, Shennong's prestige is high, and of course I also have great respect. Yes, but respect and respect, if he is still alive, I will certainly be incompatible with him and don't share the sky. The three emperors of the ancient times, I still don't look at them, and the Shangxian is a Shennong treasure bowl, I am afraid ... To a great magical power like Xiansheng? "
Father Zhao was trembling all over, but Shen Wei just said indifferently: "I don't want to do anything humiliating to Sven, I'm willing to reason with you kindly, I hope Shangxian can still do it well, don't put your hands It's stretched too long and it's too wide-if it's okay, I won't be far off. "
After finishing talking, he didn't even look at Zhao's father, turned around and walked down Wangchuan, and went deep into Huang Quan.
Zhao Yunlan almost listened, Shen Wei and Shennong ... Why don't they wear together?
No wonder he ran away without knowing the words of God ’s pesticides that day.
怎么 How can his saucy lover who is bullying, become a terrorist who gave him a cheap dad?
怎么 What happened to Shennong's Phnom Penh contract?
Right ... If Shennong was the one who borrowed his left shoulder from the soul fire, and if the past in Dashifeng was true, then why did the soul fire go to the ghost clan again?
What happened in between?
如果 If the memories in Dashenmu are really fabricated by Shennong, what is he trying to hide?
I squinted and saw that Zhao's father was about to come up, Zhao Yunlan rushed up along the big locust tree, hiding between the leafy branches, and waited for his father to go far before he re-emerged.
He re-entered Huang Quan, staring at Shen Wei's disappearing direction for a long time, still feeling unreal and deceived to get used to it, Zhao Yunlan almost got persecution paranoia, suspecting that everything was false.
At this time, Zhao Yunlan suddenly flashed his light, remembering the "Ancient Secret Records" that he was curled up in his arms, he took out a look, and saw that the book had become a white copy, the cover and pages were empty. The handwriting disappeared and nothing was left.
Zhao Yunlan's eyes were dimmed-eleven years ago, in 2002, the legendary Renwu year.
If the section he saw is true, if he now buys the "Ancient Secret Records" in the grocery store at the end of the ghost town, is it the one that appeared on No. 4 Guangming Road 11 years later?