Yuan didn't want to walk out of the abandoned palace, leaving Princess Yuhua's voice of rolling and moaning behind her.
At this time, the sky is just dawn, and under the thousands of rays of light, the golden morning mist and morning dew are enveloping among the flowers.
Walking forward along the path shaded by flowers, the continuous palaces appeared in front of them, and the corners of the eaves and corridors carved by gods and animals shone golden in the sky.
Didn't you recognize it at a glance? The majestic and gorgeous palace not far away is the Chongzheng Palace, also known as the Jinluan Palace.
At this point in time, most of the emperor and all the officials will meet in the imperial court.
—Is it Princess Yuhua? I deliberately chose this opportunity to bring her here while the emperor was in court; or did the emperor himself cooperate in this
With a change of thought in my mind, my inactive attention turned to another matter. Just now, not only did they get a lot of luck from Princess Yuhua, but they also got a hand when Li Mo took the initiative to deliver her to her door.
Anyway, he is also a majestic demon king, even if it is just casually? He picked up a few strands of broken demon souls, and absorbed a lot of broken formulas and principles from them. Avenue has a full understanding.
The system of each world is different. It is not because although the state is high, it has not yet reached the point where one does not need to change the system when entering any world, and one can still use immortal cultivation techniques in the magical world. Therefore, every time you enter the small world at the beginning, it is the time when Yuan Buwei is most restricted. As time goes by, they will gradually adapt to and master the rule system of the small world until they reach the upper limit of the small world.
Of course, their souls are not limited.
And aside from the soul, isn’t it like a college student who has mastered high-end knowledge? When you come to junior high school to do junior high school math problems, you must abide by the rules of junior high school and be limited to the solutions within the scope of junior high school knowledge. It must be uncomfortable at the beginning, and you have to adjust slowly.
Now? Those broken rules and formulas in Li Mo Yaohun are like a sample problem placed in front of Yuan Buwei's eyes, giving Yuan Buwei a detailed reference, all of a sudden speeding up his ability to understand and adapt to this world system process.
"... Well, I seem to understand."
As he walked, he quickly digested the things he had collected from Li Mo. It was not because his body suddenly paused, but he continued to move forward, still calmly.
He casually walked through the path among the flowers, with the light blue sleeves fluttering, and the faint and imperceptible breath disappeared in a flash. On both sides of the path, large clusters of blooming flowers withered silently for a moment and disappeared with the wind.
That smudge of blue has already stepped on the ground and disappeared into the falling skylight and dense morning mist.
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The capital has been prosperous since ancient times. On Xuanwu Street, which leads directly to Miyagi, shops have been opened one after another. Pancake vendors, wonton cookers, porridge shops, noodle restaurants, all kinds of breakfasts have been lined up, and tempting aromas are wafting around.
"Bring a pastry with various fillings, sweet ones."
In front of a certain shop, the boss who was so busy that his feet didn't touch the ground suddenly heard a strange voice and hurriedly responded. When he looked up, he saw a young man who was only in his twenties I don't know when he walked in.
He is dressed in a green shirt, his hair is tied up with a wooden hairpin, and there are no extra decorations on his body, his eyebrows are like brush and ink, as if he came by the breeze, which makes people immediately think of the exile in the storybook figure.
But when he took a closer look, he felt that this person was ordinary and ordinary, as if he was just a down-and-out scholar, and there was not much difference.
Ten different desserts were put together on a plate, and they were quickly put on the table, still steaming slightly, black, white, pink... small and exquisite, quite cute.
Yuan didn't want to twist a piece, and nodded with satisfaction.
The aromas of this street are mixed together, and this one smells the best, not in vain? Follow the scent to find it.
Not long after, there was a sudden sound of swallowing saliva next to him, so he couldn't help but look down.
A little boy was standing by his table, wearing a half-worn gown, and his hair was tied into a little braid on the top of his head. His head was not as high as the table, and he was standing on tiptoe vigorously, looking up at the snacks on the table.
His face was covered with a sick look, his eyelashes were very long, and his eyes were huge. He just stared at him for a long time, unable to move away for a long time, and swallowed hard.
Yuan Buwei frowned slightly, staring at the top of his head.
A faint, paper-cut shadow was firmly attached to the back of this little guy, but the shadow was a little taller than them, and appeared from the top of his head. A trace of mist emanates from it, continuously dipping into his body, but the snack has no reaction, is still staring at the pastry and swallowing crazily, reluctant to take a step away.
Yuan Buwei ate most of the pastry in a leisurely manner, and when only the last piece was left, he suddenly picked up the pastry, waved it in front of the little one, and asked with a smile:
"Want to eat?"
The little round eyes moved up and down with the pastry, drooling hard: "Think!"
He? He looked at Yuan Buwei helplessly, but finally saw? This smiling? Quite good-looking big brother gave a soft "huh"?, then directly bit the piece of pastry into his mouth, and then turned to him? Show? A more beautiful smile.
"What a pity." The young man lazily stretched out his tone, and said in a regretful tone, "It's gone."
"..." After being dazed for nearly ten breaths, the little one seemed to be able to react, "Wow—"
They just cried out a cry, so they stretched out a hand quickly and grabbed the small handle on the top of their head. They hiccupped in fright, and opened their eyes wide in fear. Eyes, motionless looking at this hateful adult.
All of a sudden, he recalled the many stories about making flowers that the elders in the family had told before.
His little milk voice trembled.
"No, don't kidnap me..."
"Just teasing you." Yuan Buwei stood up, retracted his palms, and still had a lazy smile on his face.
It's just that the shadow originally attached to the child disappeared without a trace at this moment.
He put his right hand behind his back, flicked it lightly, and the faint mist was released, and the sound of screams could be heard faintly.
The left hand was spread out suddenly, and a little straw rabbit squatted alive in his palm, which caught the child's attention all of a sudden, and even forgot to cry.
"...Here, I'll see you off."
The young man casually put the straw woven rabbit on the table, dropped a grain of silver beans for cooking money, and walked out.
—If you want to talk about him being imprisoned in the sky prison? How can he still have money? Then I have to thank Princess Yuhua for her sponsorship. I was invited by her to take a walk in the palace and wash up in the palace before leaving , by the way? Go along a little bit and pay the entrance fee, isn't it too much
At this time, the breakfast time had passed, and the number of customers in the shop gradually decreased. When the boss had a leisurely time, he discovered that the little grandson had sneaked into the shop.
He walked over while educating the children not to run around, and saw his little grandson playing with a living straw rabbit, and he liked it very much.
I don't know why, at first glance, he also felt that the little rabbit was very cute. Looking at the smiling grandson, he also felt that the sick little grandson in the past had become much more energetic, and the sickness on his face had dissipated a lot. .
The boss's words, which were about to reprimand him, suddenly turned into kindness: "Where did this rabbit come from? It's interesting."
"... Yes, it's from my elder brother."
The little guy smiled so much that he showed his millet teeth, and was very happy holding the rabbit, while wisps of smoke began to flow from the place where the straw rabbit made contact with his palm, and gradually escaped from his body. go.
The boss looked in the direction pointed by the little grandson, only to see a trace of blue clothes disappearing into the crowd.
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"Speaking of which, what are you and where did you come from?"
Walking out of that shop not far away, he flicked his fingers casually, then a wisp of mist that mortals could not see emerged, as if something was rolling and struggling.
"Oh, I almost forgot, you were crushed to pieces by me, and you couldn't speak. Then let your instinct guide you."
In this way, Yuan didn't want to flick the finger again and stop imprisoning this thing, but let it go.
In a blink of an eye, that wisp of mist floated out.
Why didn't you follow behind in a calm manner.
—I don’t know whether it’s a demon, a ghost, or a strange thing, all of which have been crushed by Yuan Buwei? Only the last bit of consciousness is left, let alone talking, I’m afraid even thinking is very difficult. Now it is like a dying beast, acting entirely on instinct.
Coupled with the fact that Yuan didn't want to chase after? The extremely ferocious aura forced it, and it instinctively wanted to flee back to its most familiar lair. That's the safest for it.
I didn't want to just walk in the crowd so unhurriedly. It seemed very slow, but in fact I walked a long way in a blink of an eye. And the people coming and going around them never even touched a piece of their clothes, and even if someone saw their faces, they would forget them completely in the next moment.
The crowd gradually thinned out, and soon they came out of the bustling Xuanwu Street, and the mist was still going all the way south.
I didn't want to chase after him, until I came to a deserted bamboo forest, and the mist had already drifted away. There was only the last trace left. At this time, I threw it into it as if I was returning to my own home, and quickly sank into the bamboo forest. .
"Which direction?..." Yuan Buwei's eyes moved slightly, through the thick bamboo sea, he vaguely saw a simple and simple Taoist temple, and then remembered the news he had inquired from other people before, "Is it the Taoist temple?"
The breeze blows across the bamboo sea, and the Taoist temple is hidden in the bamboo sea, and a faint and imperceptible breath comes from the wind.
Even though it was so far away, Yuan Buwei could still sharply judge the breath: "... it smells like blood."
As Yuan Buwei approached, the breath became more and more intense, until a simple Taoist temple completely appeared in front of him, blood dripped down the steps one after another, and solidified on the steps like paint .
At the top of the steps, two Taoist boys dressed in Taoist robes and dressed as boys fell to the door. They had various scratches on their bodies, their faces were pale, and they had been dead for a long time;
Stepping over the threshold into the Taoist temple, another young Taoist priest fell on the ground next to the incense table, his face twisted and painful, and blood trickled out of his head?;
Turning around the side door, an old Taoist dressed in a simple Taoist robe and with all black hair fell to the ground, surrounded by scattered Taoism scriptures. He inserted one hand into his heart, with an extremely distorted expression on his face and ferocious.
There is no living person in the whole Taoist temple.
There was only that wisp of mist that ran back instinctively.
Yuan didn't directly crush the last bit of remaining mist for the probe, and returned along the path he came from. He walked steadily, one by one, walking past the old Taoist who died by cutting his heart, the young Taoist who committed suicide by bumping his head, and the two The Taoist boy who tortured himself to death on the ground.
— There is no trauma, no trace of other people coming, and it can be seen from various details that these people are all tortured to death by themselves.
— No, it cannot be said that they? They are still themselves? Maybe, the soul in this body has long since changed its owner
"The breath of 'filthy' Dowen..."
Yuan didn't think about Mulu, but suddenly raised his head and looked in the direction he came from. His eyes seemed to pass through the bamboo sea, through the mountains of people, and saw the towering palace city.
…they just used it on one person not so long ago.
And the time of death of these people was at that point.
It's hard not to think that they are one person.
"I was infected by the "dirty" Taoist text in an instant, and my soul was shattered in the extreme distortion, and I ended myself..." In this instant, I didn't think of many things, "So, these are all the points entrusted by Li Mo. The body of the soul? "
If the ghost beside "Princess Yuhua" is only a fraction of what they "split", then they "behave" so weak, isn't it normal
This "filthy" Taoist article is very strong against clones. No matter how many parts the soul is divided into, as long as it is the same person's soul, they are all infected in an instant, the soul is distorted, and finally ends in death.
... so Princess Yuhua? Where
Has the demon spirit entrusted in the body of "Princess Yuhua" broken itself now? Maybe Princess Yuhua's special status can suppress this distortion? But this also means that they can no longer leave the body of Princess Yuhua, once they leave, they will surely die.
Many thoughts flashed across in an instant, and I wasn't expecting more because of the eyes looking in "that direction".
"... I'm really curious."