Vol 12 Chapter 189: 4 myths

Xiaoyun and I went to the ghost market before leaving Tianshiyuan. Xiaoyun said goodbye to his stall friend. There was no gentleman there. "Huahua said.
Mr. Lingyue's face slightly changed, and he walked around mourningly: "It is impossible for the spirit to drift away from the practice of his brother's life. He is rare in the world ..."
Flower Fox is puzzled, is Mr. Wild Fox so strong?
If it is true that Mr. Lingyue said that Mr. Wild Fox is really so strong, how could he be transformed into a demon fox?
A powerful existence, after its death, the spirit will often turn into a ghost, such as the master of the tombs, such as the emperor Wenchang, only the weaker will be attached to the beast and become a monster.
The priests in the realm of heaven and earth, the spirits are ghosts after death, and the priests in the holy realm, the spirits are gods after death.
In the realm of Yuanyuan, it can only be attached to the utensils of plants and trees as fine monsters, and attached to birds and beasts as monsters, which cannot become ghosts and gods.
If Mr. Wild Fox is really strong, his spirit can retain part of the wisdom of his predecessor and become a ghost.
However, there is really no Mr. Wild Fox's spirit in the ghost market. Most of this is because Mr. Wild Fox's spirit is too weak to preserve his spirit.
However, the wild fox in Mr Lingyue's mouth is not weak.
"Sir, who are you and Mr. Wild Fox?"
Huahu watched the Wenjia Lingshi who fled to this side quickly and asked: "I have been following my husband for so long, and I have never asked him about his history. He taught in Wenchang Xuegong, and everyone poured sewage on him. The black pot was put on Mr.'s head, but in the past few months I have found that although he is lascivious and indecent, he is still a good man. "
He turned his head, his eyes fell on Mr. Ling Yue's face, and said, "Mr. Xue's knowledge is extremely high. Mr. Confucianism's knowledge seems to be different from that of Mr. Wild Fox. What surprised me. If Mr. and Mr. Fox were taught by a teacher, how could your knowledge be so different? "
Mr. Lingyue said: "Our teacher, you may have seen it. There is a crooked neck willow tree outside Tianmen Town. There is a person hanging on the tree. He is my teacher with wild fox."
"Cenbo?" Hua Hu froze.
Cen Bo is the one who cares for Su Yun, who lives in a grave under the crooked neck tree. When Su Yun was buried in a small coffin, Cen Bo rescued him.
Cen Bo also warned Qu Bo Qujin and others that they were involved in Su Yun, who had to take care of Su Yun so that Su Yun could survive in the Tianshiyuan uninhabited area.
It was also Cen Bo who told Su Yun the time scale. Su Yun contemplates the time scale and touches the big clock in Tianmen Town. Over time, he contemplates his spiritual powers.
Cen Bo also asked Su Yun to set up a stall in Tianmen Ghost City on the seventh day of every month, so he met Lou Ban, Li Luhai, Dongling host, Wenchang emperor and other stall friends!
Mr. Wild Fox and Mr. Lingyue were also disciples of Cen Bo.
Huahu suddenly thought that whether Mr. Yehu taught Su Yun was also related to Cen Bo?
He thought about it, although he smoothed out the relationship between these people, he always felt that there was something wrong there.
Mr. Lingyue said: "However, my brother and Wild Fox have learned the same things, but they have different understandings. The teacher is a Confucian and Taoist saint, one of the four major myths of Yuan Shuo. .I don't believe the teacher died of arrogance. "
Hua Hu looked up at him.
Mr. Lingyue converged and smiled. Rarely, he became serious, staring directly at the literary priests, and suddenly said, "Huahu, do you want to seek revenge from Wen Lifang?"
"of course!"
Huahu converged on other thoughts, and said coldly: "Although I don't know what is the nature of Mr. Yehu, my daughters-in-law, my sons and daughters, died in her hands! I hate to report this hatred!"
Mr. Lingyue smiled and shouted, "The little boy heard Wen Wen shooting the beautiful name for a long time, so Qian Liyu rushed to Shuo Fang, in order to get close, why can't the servant shoot thousands of miles away. Can I run a fragrant?
Huahu stunned: "Teacher, Wen Fu shot a broken leg, and you want to run with her?"
Click!
A clear sky thundered on the head of the flower fox. The flower fox was scorched black by the thunder, his mouth and nose spit smoke, and he stopped talking.
Wen Lifang limped, looking up, sneering: "It was Dengtu Lingzi Lingyue. Even if I have one leg missing, it is not something you can insult!"
When the Wenjia spirits came, suddenly there was a thundercloud in the sky, and thunders thundered, breaking everyone up.
The flower fox and Lingyue bathed in the thunder and killed Wen Lifang!
Soon after, Wen Lifang fell under Thundercloud.
Hua Hu grabbed Wen Lifang and said fiercely, "Wen Fu shot, you slaughtered my Huqiu village that day, I want to know, did Mr. Yehu die in your hands?"
Wen Lifang Qi Ruosi: "What Mr. Wild Fox? You are a scholar of Wenchang Xuegong, please give me a happy, don't let Ling Yue spoil my body ..."
Hua Hu angered: "I asked whether Mr. Wild Fox died in your hands! It is the old fox demon who reasoned with you. His strength is very strong. You must have killed him, right?"
Wen Lifang was too injured, his eyes were scattered, and his voice was intermittent: "You mean that day, there was no master's resistance, that day, I was in Tong Qingyun's order to go to the no man's land ... it was so cold, how dark it was ..."
Hua Hu let go of her and sat on the ground, Wen Lifang no longer answered his question.
Mr. Ling Yue stepped forward to check, and said, "She is dead. Soon, her spirit will realize that she is dead and will be called by Tianshiyuan."
After a while, Wen Lifang's spirit world collapsed, and the spiritual spirit flew out, attracted by the power of Tianshiyuan.
Mr. Ling Yue held out his palm, Wen Lifang's spirit was settled, and said, "Wen Fu shoots, why did you go to Tianshiyuan?"
Hua Hu raised his head, his eyes revealing the hope.
The spirit is not the soul of people's mouth. The spirit is only the spirit of a person. Only a powerful person can save the spirit after death.
But when a person dies like a lamp, the spirit cannot save a person's complete memory. Only an impressive memory can be preserved.
"That day……"
Wen Lifang's spirit stood in the void, and seemed to drift away at any time, carefully recalling, Youyou said: "Tong Qingyun instructed me to go to Tianshiyuan to investigate to see if there is a place called Burial Dragon Mausoleum, and whether there are people sealed in it. Demon and Dragon Spirit. I went to Tianshiyuan with many scholars on the grounds of going out to practice, which coincided with the Tianmen ghost market ... "
Her memory was intermittent, and many pictures emerged from her soul, projecting in front of Huahu and Mr. Lingyue.
That was the picture that Tong Qingyun ordered her, and the picture of Tianmen ghost market. Hua Fox even saw Su Yun in the corner in the picture.
The scene in the picture quickly passed, and soon came to the buried tombs under the night.
The flower fox saw the flying dragon spirit and the magic oozing around the keel.
This memory is very clear. Obviously Wen Lifang has a deep impression on humans and dragon spirits.
But then her memory picture was much bleak and much missing.
According to Wen Lifang, this memory is not worth saving.
The scene of the slaughter of Huqiu Village flashed, and Huahu hurriedly said, "Stop!"
Wen Lifang's spirit stopped, her memory slowly flowed back, and she was fixed on the scene of slaughtering Huqiu Village.
Hua Hu stared at the situation in the picture, and saw that the scene of Hu Qiucun being slaughtered in the picture could overlap with most of the scenes in his memory, but they were still different.
He saw the people of the family killing the people in Huqiu Village, the fox demon cried for days, and fled in a hurry, and saw that he rushed to the mountain with a few foxes, and saw that their houses were smashed and magical. The flame ignites.
However, in his impression, Mr. Wild Fox shot, struggling to resist everyone's attack, giving them the opportunity to escape.
But in the memory of Wen Lifang's spirit, there is no such scene.
In Wen Lifang's memory, there is no Mr. Wild Fox.
The flower fox was fascinated, and Mr. Lingyue said: "Memory is easy to lose. You may not find it. Maybe it is just Wen Lifang who has no impression. A person often tampers with his memory, and even deceives himself."
He recovered mana, and Wen Lifang's spirit was far away.
Huahu suddenly said: "Sir, if someone tampered with me or Wen Lifang's memory?"
Mr. Lingyue laughed: "It's easy to tamper with your memory. It's too difficult to tamper with Wen Lifang's memory. Who can do it anyway? I can't do it anyway. It's time to go back to Shuofang!"
Shuo Fangcheng settled down, the chaos caused by the assassination monsters and the rebellion of the Seventh Family quickly subsided, and most of the chariots in the seventh family were arrested and brought to justice, and Shuo Fanghou and the Ye family owner returned to their places.
Battles on the front line kept coming. First, the frontier was smashed by Huantuo Khan, and the commander of the foreign army drove straight into Tianshiyuan, making Shuo Fangcheng extremely nervous.
Later, a good news came, and Xue Sheng led the frontiers to fight against Huentuo Khan in Tianshiyuan, and won the battle, forcing Huantuo Khan to retreat continuously and conquer more and more lost ground.
After more than ten days, a good news came, the Sage Xue drove Huntuo Khan out of the sky and killed him in the border town.
Xue Shengren used soldiers like gods to capture the frontiers at night, killing Huntuo Khan and leading the remnants to flee all the way to Yangcheng.
This battle touched the hearts of all people in Shuobei. When the news of Xue Sheng's victory came, people were inexplicable and went to the streets to tell each other.
However, at this moment, there was news that Xue Shengren was attacked by a masked man on his way back to Shuofang.
This news came, one hundred and eighty counties in the seventeen northern states were in an uproar, and countless people asked about the safety of Xue Shengren.
In the afternoon, there was news that Xue Sheng was not dead, but was seriously injured. The king in the old no man's land was subdued by the saint. He asked a doctor named Dong to treat him.
When the saint recovers, he will return to Shuofang.
"This old fox was attacked and was seriously wounded. Really fake?" Zuo Songyan could not help but stare at the news, walked around, scratching his head.
"Even if he wants to play and raise his reputation, he won't hurt himself."
Qiu Shuijing also frowned, thinking: "The sage may be pretending to be injured in order to gather the hearts of the people. Now all the people in Shuobei are talking about his Xue Qing House! People first pay attention to the battle, the discussions continue, and the battle ends. He also cares about his injuries and keeps talking. "
Qiu Shuijing stopped, his eyes flickered: "Wait until the emperor's will come down and ask him to go to the east capital, and people will discuss his trip to the east capital! This is cooking the oil with fire, creating momentum for himself, and making the sound to the limit! He's the best! "
He was right in his analysis, which made sense, and Zuo Songyan nodded again and again.
At sunset, Niu Biao, Zhou Bo, and others led an army to Xue Qingfu back to Shuofang. Su Yun followed Qiu Shuijing and Zuo Songyan to visit the sage, and UU read a book www.uukanshu. Com saw Dr. Dong taking care of him.
Xue Qingfu was lying on the sickbed, and was seriously injured. Qiu Shuijing stumbled.
"I met the Taoist Saint in the four myths, and Taoist Saint said that he was ordered by the emperor to kill me."
After treatment by Dr. Dong, Xue Qingfu looked much better, and said to Qiu Shuijing: "But I'm not bad, Dao Sheng is not much better than me."
Qiushui's eyes flashed: "Teacher, if I shot at this time, do you have any hope of survival?"
Xue Qingfu shook his head and laughed: "I'm seriously injured now. Even if both the God King and the Demon King are hiding behind me, it will be difficult to resist your thunder strike."
Qiu Shuijing was silent.
Xue Qingfu said: "But I am dead. What do you use to suppress Emperor Ping? The triangle is the most stable."
Qiu Shuijing stood up and drifted away: "Teacher, I'm weaker in Dongdu than you, go ahead and wait for you in Dongdu."
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