Chapter 117: God is not as good as ghosts

Xie pity continued: "I ventured to speculate that the Hesheng, single name is a mysterious character. And, his birth is eight characters, the same as the Fengshi adults."
Stealing the sky for the day, crossing the sea, but not just looking for one can become, must meet certain certain conditions.
Judging from the three questions that the vernacular Zhenxian first caught Shi Qingxuan, it firmly remembered two things:
First, there is a "Xuan" in the name of the prey; second, the birth of the prey. But it does not recognize the face of the prey, but also Shi Qingxuan himself went up to show it. Because the teacher's remedy is early, I don't know about it.
Therefore, if you want to find a person to give Shi Qingxuan a disaster, you must be a man who was born at the same time as Shi Qingxuan in the same month of the same month, and with the name "Xuan" in his name.
Such a ghost is too hard to find. But how big is the world, looking for death, not necessarily not. Taking advantage of the momentum of his great navy, flying down the net, I really found such a person, and, actually, there is still a potential for flying, and will soon be robbed!
How can such a good thing be let go? Compared with ascetic, how convenient. Not to be missed!
Speaking of this, the side of the instrument seems to have reacted, and the look is gradually condensed. Shi Qingxuan first nodded, suddenly remembered something, looking towards the flower city leaning against the door. After all, this kind of thing can't be discussed in the face of a ghost. Huacheng, holding his arm, smiled and said: "You don't have to look at me if you are a windshield. You shouldn't worry about me. It can be nothing to do with me. You might as well worry about whether other people in heaven have caught the handle of the brother."
Mingyi Shen said: "You really have eyeliner in heaven."
Huacheng does not care about the tunnel: "Did you know it already?"
The geologist was sent to the ghost city. It was originally to check this, but it seems that the eyeliner was buried very deep, undercover for more than ten years, still did not find out who it is. Huacheng said that this matter has nothing to do with him. Praying for nature is a letter, not much thinking. But he also said, "It is better to worry about other people in heaven." Xie Li suddenly remembered a moment and asked: "The wind master, that night at the dumping station, why did you open the door of the guardian circle? Isn't someone asking you to go out? Who is that person?"
Teacher Qingxuan: "Yes. It is the vernacular true fairy. An opening is..."
Thanks for the hands and sleeves, said: "But how does it know your psychic password?"
"..." Mingyi said with a black face. "It's not this person himself. I have to make friends with people all over the place. I have to talk a few words when I have time!"
Shi Qing Xuan Zang said: "Ming brother can't say this, I am looking for the gods of heaven, I have not reported this thing with this thing!"
Thanks to the pity: "Since the vernacular is so lingering for many years, the comeback is coming back, and the Navy's masters can be found... This secret is clearly known, and it is not difficult to get the psychic password of the Fengshi adults. There must be someone who has leaked your psychic password, whether it is intentional or not, you can follow this check."
Mingyi said again: "So, do you see what it is? What did it do after it was called out?"
"..." Shi Qingxuan seems to have a headache, "I don't know what it looks like, it casts a spell, I can't see it."
He said vaguely, did not say what he saw, and Mingyi's face was cold. Thanks for speculation, it is probably a picture of some fire prototypes, and it is really difficult to describe. For a long while, Shi Qingxuan sighed and said: "I am useless. If I can fly by myself, then these things will not happen."
The original number of the teacher Qing Xuan, in the mortal, is probably very good, otherwise the vernacular true fairy will not stare at him. But I am afraid that it is far from reaching the level of soaring. This kind of person is covered with a layer of aura. It is difficult for non-human things to start. Moreover, which demon ghost is willing to take the initiative to provoke future officials?
Whether a person can fly or not is not to be smart, but to be smart and hard to work. It is not the more useful it is. Sometimes it is so irritating. Ten years of cold windows, less than people are born to think of agile exports into chapters; a hundred years of painstaking efforts, than a man's a wave of understanding.
Nothing is not there. Even if the Navy spends a lot of blood on his younger brother, if he doesn't change his life, he will probably stop at Zhongtianting, and at most he will be the leader of the lower-level priest. Can go to this step, the infinite scenery, all because the brothers stole the things belonging to others, and settled on themselves. But with a little conscience and self-esteem, it is conceivable to know the truth after the truth.
If there is no such thing, what would be the people who really have the number of flying air, what will it be today?
Thinking of this, Xie pity suddenly flashed an aura.
He said: "No. The wind master, telling you to go out, is not a vernacular."
Shi Qingxuan lifted his face and said, "Ah? The voice must be it, I will not remember it."
Thanks: "No, no, the voice is it, it doesn't mean the body or it. Everyone, remember? The prey that the vernacular is really staring at, and finally committed suicide. But there is one exception."
After a pause, he said: "How did Hesheng die? How did the society fight? Is it suicide?"
Shi Qingxuan’s eyes widened and said:
It’s not suicide. It’s...

Mingyi said: "Exhausted."
Thanks: "Yes! Even if the bad luck is entangled, until the last moment, He Sheng has not thought of suicide."
He stared at him: "Think carefully, this person's mind is extremely firm, and he has suffered various injustices. If he is an ordinary person, I am afraid that he has long since abandoned himself, or he has been in a fight, but he has been fighting. Nothing has yielded. I guess, maybe after the vernacular is really looking for him, I have never sucked what I want - fear. His death is not because of fear and despair, but he collapsed. The vernacular is really entangled in him, in fact, fundamentally Didn't eat the good fruit, bite down, bite a steel plate, collapsed his teeth, and finally lost completely."
Shi Qingxuan listened, shook his head slowly, and sincerely sighed: "...I am not so human."
Xie pity continued: "He died with a murderous and resentful temper. I don't think that the soul that has been tempered will rest in peace. It is inevitable that there will be no peace and longing for revenge.
"So, the wind master, I think, the current 'white vernacular true fairy', is very likely, not the one you found when you were born. But after tenacious confrontation to death, the vernacular true immortal He Sheng, or, He Xuan!"
As soon as this statement came out, Shi Qingxuan and Ming Yi were all stunned. Huacheng faintly said: "Ghosts eat ghosts."
If you eat people, if you have to go to the mouth, you can eat at most; if you eat ghosts and eat the right way, you can digest the other's ability and mana for your own use.
Thanks to the pity: "This can also explain why the 'Vernacular True Immortal' understands many details of this matter. It is strange, blunt and strange, not so clever. But now it is a ......"
He wanted to use "combination" but he didn't feel very accurate. At this time, Huacheng Road: "Strengthen."
Thanks to pity: "Yes. After swallowing up the vernacular, the consciousness of He Sheng is completely in control of the dominant position. Now he, not only has the ability to curse, but also is very clever, and has endless resentment against you."
Therefore, although it is clear that Shi Qingxuan’s psychic password has long been known, he did not practise his curse with psychicism in the first place. It is necessary to step by step and tighten the trap, forcing him to block his ears and self. Close your eyes and lock your empty house. As if the cat caught a mouse, don't kill it right away, play it first, play it to it and scare it to death.
For a long while, Mingyi said: "This is the end of the matter, what are you going to do?"
Everyone looked to Shi Qingxuan. Shi Qingxuan has unknowingly caught his hair in a mess, and said: "... don't look at me? I don't know what to do!!! I just... temporarily, don't know How do you see my brother..."
After all, it is my own brother, and it is for myself, to commit such a sinful crime, to harm people's lives, and to know what to do at the moment, it is justifiable. Shi Qingxuan said again: "But I am here to please everyone, first, don't say it! Temporary, just for the time being, let me think about it... What should I do? Although I thought for a few days, I didn't expect it. In short, let me calm down first..." At the end of the day, he was already incoherent and his eyes straightened.
The teacher said that he had to ask the teacher Qingxuan to "treat the disease". What disease can heal? It is nothing more than falling into the altar and turning back to the mortal. Give him another life and fly again. This "illness" can be good. Although it is difficult to find a suitable candidate, who knows what kind of evil method will be used by the teacher? It is no wonder that Shi Qingxuan is trying to be a mortal who does not be a god, and rushes to run.
There is also a scroll about the vernacular true fairy, the mistakes and leaks, inevitably to mislead Shi Qingxuan to find the right direction, I do not know whether it is from the hands of the teacher or the hands of the spirit. However, when the teacher did not want to find such a qualified person, he would inevitably need the Lingwen Temple to help spread the net. Does the spiritual text really know nothing about this? Since there is a cleric of the teacher Qing Xuan who flew up like this, will it, and the second, third and even more priests fly up like this?
If this is the case, it would be terrible. The world is in chaos and must be carefully considered. In addition to the flower city to stay in the house, the excellent travels, the other people in the small hut are full of thoughts, such as the enemy. At this time, there was a sudden scream of screams outside the huts. Some cows yelled at the squatting, and many farmers yelled: "Stop! Stop!"
"What do you want to do!"
Thanks to the side of the door, I saw, "It’s a general."
It was only when the party was right that it was right to get up and slammed, but at the moment it stood outside intact. There is a monument in front of him. It is bound to be bound by the monument. It seems that there is some taboo, and he dares not to rush into the crime. Only the sword is standing in place. The farmers were holding the and the knives were not welcome. In the farmland, the black cow’s nose had a few rough air. Suddenly, the person stood up and turned into a strong man who was a tall man. His face was quite handsome. He was wearing a small iron nose and smiled. This is not a general, a rare guest. What kind of wind has blown you up? Let me say first, your family’s small things can be ignored.

Thank you for your pity. When he saw the farmland and the black cow, he had a faint impression. It is not the case. This place is the hometown of Yulongshan Yushi. At that time, it was this cow brother who borrowed the rainman to give thanks to the rain. For a long time, the style is as old as it is, and the plowing of the ground is still so diligent and vigorous. Shi Qingxuan also squeezed to the side of the door, thanking the pity: "The cow of the rain teacher's family. The cow is good."
I used to eat a loss at the rainer's side. At the moment, I am naturally polite and not humble. I am quite polite. "I don't dare to be. This is not to find the head of the rain teacher. I would like to ask the wind master. Didn't come to your hometown?"