Yan Qing sighed softly in the dungeon. He had been following until now and finally knew the answer he wanted to know.
"So she was looking for the Wangchuan Ding."
Bu Dezhi was now completely exhausted. He let out a breath of air and placed his two wings on Yan Qing's arm: "Since Wei Shengzhuang can end all this by finding the Wangchuan Ding, why didn't she tell everyone and let everyone help find it?"
Yan Qing said: "She didn't know what she was looking for before. And she was unsuccessful. You think too highly of human nature."
A hint of coldness flashed across Yan Qing's peach blossom eyes.
The demon species? bring disaster to the world, and only torture the weak. In the upper heaven?, people at the center of power in the cultivation world, no one is afraid of the demon species?.
The nine sect leaders and the great elders of Nanzezhou were more afraid of the Immortal Alliance than the demons. If the matter of the Wangchuan Ding and the Wangchuan Spirit was known to the world, Wei Shengzhuang would be guilty of possessing the treasure, and the fate that awaited him would be even more tragic than the current one.
She is so kind.
From Yan Qing's perspective, Wei Shengzhuang is destined not to be the savior.
Because she has too many ties along the way. Not only Lanxi Ze, but also the Weisheng clan. From the moment Weisheng Zhuang willingly let Weisheng Yu extract her spiritual roots in order to save her father, all this was destined. Weisheng Zhuang was too sympathetic to the weak, and too obsessed with good and evil.
Yan Qing said: "If she hadn't gone to Wangsheng Temple, she might have always been a carefree treasure hunter." But as soon as he finished speaking, Yan Qing fell silent again. He shook his head and closed his eyes, smiling in his heart at the naivety of his own thoughts.
If the Wangsheng Temple goes on like this, when the day comes when the evil backfires, as a member of the Weisheng clan, Weisheng Zhuang will be doomed to be unable to escape.
There is nothing wrong with micro makeup.
In the final analysis, it is the desires of the Weisheng clan that are wrong, and it is this crazy world that is wrong.
It is difficult for a person to do something with unremitting efforts.
In the mortal world, you will have too many ties, your family, your friends, your lover. As long as kind people have weaknesses, they will be easily threatened. Moreover, if Wei Shengzhuang really goes to the end, the enemy he faces is the demon god, such an evil spirit who is good at playing with people's hearts.
No! Thinking of the demon god, Yan Qing suddenly had an idea in his mind and suddenly woke up.
"You're wrong. She's not the savior." Yan Qing spoke solemnly, a sharp red light flashed across his eyes, and he said in a cold voice: "I guess Wei Shengzhuang never found the Wangchuan Ding until her death - she will never find it in this lifetime."
Frustrated: "Ah? Why?"
Yan Qing said indifferently: "Because if I were a god or Buddha from ten thousand years ago, the first thing I would destroy would be the Wangchuan Cauldron."
Frustrated, he was even more confused: "Damn it, why?"
Yan Qing was silent for a while, then said coldly: "In fact, when Wei Shengzhuang mentioned the Wangchuan Ding, I was thinking that if the Wangchuan Spirit combined with the Wangchuan Ding, it could seal all nightmares in the world - then why did the Demon God not move in the face of such a threat?"
"Although the demon possessed me in the Vast Ocean, I gradually realized from my subsequent battles with her that the demon has always been alive in the world. She has seen all the changes in the world."
Yan Qing's eyes turned cold as he analyzed calmly.
"What really makes the demon god dare not act rashly is the demon-killing formation in front of the Xiaoyu Palace. As for the Wangchuan Ding..."
"The devil was born from the evil thoughts of the gods."
A sarcastic smile appeared at the corner of Yan Qing's lips.
"Ten thousand years ago, the gods and Buddhas placed evil thoughts in the Forgotten River Cauldron. The Forgotten River Cauldron is not the place where the devil is sealed, but the place where the devil is born."
Buzhi's wings were about to explode: "Fuck! Yan Qing, what do you mean?!"
Yan Qing said expressionlessly: "The spirit of Wangchuan is just beginning to awaken, and its ideas are too naive. It thought that it could find the cauldron and collect all the nightmares, but it didn't think that the demon god is still alive." Yan Qing closed his eyes: "It collects nightmares from all over the world... It is actually making wedding clothes for the demon god and helping her recover all her strength."
Bu Zhi was so shocked that he was speechless.
Yan Qing lowered his head and glanced at the blood-red thread on his wrist with gloomy eyes. He couldn't help but think of the countless days and nights that Shifang City had been parasitic on the demon god.
He was exposed to the most secret truth of this world too early. When everyone was exploring the truth of nightmare, he had been with the devil for a hundred years. So when he looked at many things afterwards, he had a kind of calmness that was out of this world.
"Wei Shengzhuang has traveled all over the country for so many years but still hasn't found the Wangchuan Ding. I guess the Wangchuan Ding should no longer exist in the world."
Yan Qing circled the red thread between his fingers, then his eyes gently fell on the girl's thin and trembling body, his voice was very soft.
"But? No matter what, Weisheng Zhuang is not someone that Weisheng Nianyan or even the entire Zijinzhou can bully."
"How do they match?"
Logically speaking, knowing the truth, Yan Qing should leave. But out of some complicated heartache, he pursed his lips, still holding on to his frustration, and quietly watched Wei Shengzhuang in the dungeon for a long time.
Occasionally, he would see Weisheng Nianyan coming over to cause trouble.
Weisheng Nianyan always had an inexplicable arrogance and superiority when facing Weisheng Zhuang. She liked to squat down and talk about her plans and the ambitions of the Weisheng clan in front of Weisheng Zhuang.
She said aggressively: "Wei Shengzhuang, how could Xi Ze fall in love with you? Xi Ze likes a woman who can stand shoulder to shoulder with him, a woman like me who has the same ability and intelligence as him, and can help him swallow up the Qin and Xiao families and unify Zijinzhou. Not you, Wei Shengzhuang, not a waste like you who only knows how to indulge in love!"
Wei Shengzhuang looked at her numbly without saying a word. She closed her eyes and felt the spirit of Wangchuan helping her to ease the pain and temporarily control the power of nightmares in her sea of consciousness.
Weisheng Nianyan became even angrier when she saw her like this. She was so jealous that she lost her mind. Thinking of Lan Xize's indifference and rejection towards her over the years, she wanted to find a sense of superiority in Weisheng Zhuang like crazy.
Weisheng Nianyan's eyes were fierce, and every word she said was vicious: "You have lived your whole life for a man, Weisheng Zhuang, you are really a disgrace to the Weisheng family!"
I am so frustrated that I cry out.
Yan Qing covered its mouth and listened to Weisheng Nianyan's words. He only felt irony and funny. He lowered his eyes, with murderous intent in his eyes.
—Weisheng Nianyan and Weisheng Zhuang, who is the one who indulges in love and lives for one man all her life
The ability that Weisheng Nianyan boasted about was actually stealing Weisheng Zhuang's spiritual roots; and the ambition and wisdom that he boasted about were just played around by Lan Xize.
In his opinion, what Lan Xize wanted was not to unify Zijinzhou, but to destroy Zijinzhou.
If we really talk about ability, wisdom and ambition, Weisheng Nianyan should go to Nanzezhou to learn from Jing Ruyu. Jing Ruyu is the real ambitious person who rose from nothing to become the leader of a sect and would do anything to achieve his goal.
He is not a waste like Weisheng Nianyan, who used to be dependent on Weisheng Yu and then depended on Lanxi Ze.
Jing Ruyu is suspicious, cautious, ruthless, and has been in power in Nanzezhou for many years. Even when she was fighting against Xie Shiyi, she never made a wrong move. She had been calculating all her life, but the only thing she didn't expect was the twin curse set by her mother in the twin mirror.
But? So what? Even if Jing Ruyu didn't die in the Tinglan Secret Realm, as the nightmare in her body grew bigger and bigger, she would eventually be controlled by the devil and harmed by desire.
So, since when did selfishness and viciousness become something to show off
Yan Qing couldn't help but think of what the Ten-square City Demon God said before his death. The sarcastic smile on the corner of his lips faded. He lowered his eyes, spread out his palms, looked at those intricate red lines, and spoke calmly.
“In fact, the most difficult thing in the world is to maintain a pure heart.”
Only Wei Shengzhuang, who has a pure heart, can give birth to Xie Shiyi, who has a heart of glass.
Dezhi flapped his wings: "Then can she get out in the end?"
Yan Qing was silent for a while, then said, "I don't know."
Too young, too naive. Whether it is Wei Shengzhuang or the spirit of Wangchuan.
She possessed an incomparable talent and spiritual roots, and a shocking secret. But before she fully grew up, she was dragged down by the sins of the Weisheng family and entangled by the poisonous snakes of southern Xinjiang.
Yan Qing threw away all the thoughts in his mind and just looked at Wei Shengzhuang calmly. In the form of a soul hundreds of years later, he felt her gradually breaking free from the mud in the dungeon.
Find the exit from that airtight dark room and be reborn.
"Dabai, I think I'm almost in control of them."
One day, Wei Shengzhuang opened her eyes again, and her light-colored pupils were filled with surprise.
Dabai was also very happy, jumping up and down in her sea of consciousness: "Oh oh oh, then master, let's go quickly."
"Um!"
Wei Shengzhuang nodded with shining eyes, she was so happy for the first time in a hundred years.
In the dungeon, she raised her hands and tied her hair up high, letting a few strands fall by her ears. She was just like the treasure-hunting girl who had stepped into the dense forest of southern Xinjiang many years ago while biting a candied haws and rolling her eyes.