Bu Dezhi held his ears and said angrily: "How many times have you asked me? I am tired of you even if you are not annoyed! I have said it ten thousand times, can I do it? Not change my name? Not change my surname? Destroy the world? Thunder Black Bat, what do you want for you to believe it?"
Yan Qing said: "Will a bat be afraid of the dark? Will it get lost in a cave?"
Dezhi thought for a moment and said modestly, "Every bat is different. You can't be so one-sided."
Yan Qing said: "You are no longer different as an individual, you are directly against your race." He smiled slightly, a little red appeared in his pupils, and pressed his fingers on his frustrated brows.
"Do you know there is a kind of evil magic called soul searching? Although I'm not sure if it will work, I can try it."
Dezhi: “…” Dezhi held Yan Qing’s fingers with his wings, speaking sincerely and with a good attitude: “Why are you so serious and impulsive? Let me think about it carefully.”
Yan Qing withdrew his fingers.
Bu Dezhi shook his ears, covered his heart with his wings, and suddenly told Yan Qing truthfully: "I have been sleeping since I ate that black thing. When I sleep, I sometimes dream."
Yan Qing: "What did you dream about?"
Frustrated: "I dreamed of a black hole. The black hole was full of black water. It was very cold."
Yan Qing said: "And then?"
Dezhi: "Nothing happened. It was too cold there. It was freezing cold. We bats need to hibernate, you know what hibernation is. What can I do? I can only sleep."
Yan Qing: “…”
Yan Qing dragged it along as he walked through the forest with swaying shadows of trees.
Dezhi muttered, "But I remember I was woken up by a loud noise halfway through."
When it mentioned this matter, it rolled its eyes and was very unhappy.
"At first I thought it was thunder. It wasn't until I was stumbling around and bumping my head that I realized it was actually a thief robbing my house."
"Damn thief."
"But I'm just a bat that needs to hibernate. It's freezing cold, what can I do? I can only continue to sleep, and when the weather gets warmer, I wake up and leave the cave. I'm really a bat born and raised in Liuxianzhou. I'm not kidding you."
Yan Qing stretched out his hand and lifted it up.
Maybe because they have been together for too long, Buzhi looks ugly and cute. Yan Qing looks at it carefully and asks softly, "Buzhi, do you think Yuqing Peak is cold?"
At the beginning, he brought Buzhi to Xie Shiyi's Yuqing Peak. Buzhi looked listless. It was afraid of cold, darkness and the sun. It was very happy to see the sun and wanted to spin its body 365 degrees in the sun.
Without thinking, he said, "It's cold."
Yan Qing: "It's colder than in your dream."
Dezhi gnashed his teeth when he talked about this: "That's totally incomparable! My dream is simply not a place for a bat to be!"
Yan Qing looked at its indignant face and suddenly smiled, his voice very soft.
"There are not many places in the world that are colder than Yuqing Peak."
"ah?"
Yan Qing said: "Do you still remember what I told you? If I were the Nine Heavens God, the last thing I would do before my death would be to destroy the Forgotten River Cauldron?"
Frustrated: “Yes.”
Yan Qing lowered his eyes, looked deeply into its pure and ignorant eyes, and said lightly: "What the gods and Buddhas really want to seal is the entire Wangchuan. But I forgot that Wangchuan was born from heaven and earth, and is superior to all Taoism. Since they can't wipe out the spirit of Wangchuan, how can they completely destroy Wangchuan Ding?"
Yan Qing said calmly: "They may have destroyed the tripod itself, but all things have spirits. The Wangchuan Tripod will only survive in another form."
Yan Qing laughed at himself: "I guessed it before, and then denied it. I didn't expect that it was the correct answer."
No matter how stupid a bird was, it could sense that something was wrong. Its pupils trembled and it didn't move.
Yan Qing said: "The water you dreamed of is real. It exists in the Xiaoyu Palace and in the Wanren Snow Mountain."
"But later, someone activated the formation and released you."
Buzhi was stunned for a long time, his face disheveled in the wind, and finally uttered a curse word, saying in disbelief: "Oh my god, I am still the broken tripod???"
Frustrated is the Forgotten River Tripod. Bai Xiaoxiao is a combination of the Nightmare of Love and the Spirit of Forgotten River.
Yan Qing suddenly laughed out loud.
In the original book, there is no such thing as failure.
This may be the most important step in his quest to change his fate.
Yan Qing looked at it again and began to recall the accidental contract that was made in the Huichun Sect dungeon.
Bu Zhi just bit him once, and the two of them became friends.
Why
Frustration is a natural thing, so what about him? Yan Qing suddenly raised his hand and looked at the lines on his palm. He? was reborn in Yan Qing's body, but he didn't feel any discomfort.
After cleansing his essence and marrow in the pool of Yuqing Peak, he even felt that this body was his own.
Yan Qing has been the young city lord of Shifang City for a hundred years. Although he is not cruel, he is not a pure good person. He does not feel any guilt or psychological burden about taking over another person's body to survive.
But according to his personality, other people's bodies are theirs after all. If he is not used to it, he will definitely make a new one for himself when he reaches the Mahayana stage.
"And what am I?"
Yan Qing's eyes were strange as he thought of the day when he was reborn.
Outside the ancestral hall, the breeze shines on the moon, and the red candles on the table are shedding tears.
Next to him was Huai Xu's angry cursing and the woman's crying.
The sound was as loud as the tide, and the servants stood in a row in the house.
He? After his rebirth, he finally recovered his modern memories... But is this really the truth
By the time Yan Qing and the group of disciples from Shangyang Sect and Yushou Sect arrived, the barrier city had already been sealed off. The demons from the Demon Realm were very good at disguising themselves and were full of tricks. The mortals were unable to defend themselves against them and could only seal off the city gates, leaving everyone in danger. It would take at least three days for the order to be passed from the human world to the upper heaven and then to be replied. These three days were enough to kill everyone here.
Now, not only the women in Zhancheng are hiding in their rooms, but the men in Zhancheng are also unwilling to go out.
When Yan Qing and his group forced open the city gate, the streets were empty in the hazy mist and rain, with no one there.
A ghostly fog covered the inn and restaurant, and the atmosphere was extremely eerie.
From time to time, the sound of laughter and chewing passed by my ears.
The streets and alleys were filled with corpses with blood and flesh still wet. A strong and foul smell filled the air.
The upright young men who had never experienced this kind of driving looked nervous and dared not breathe. Yan Qing had never thought that he would experience this kind of low-level scary technique in his life, and he didn't even bother to care.
The Demon Realm is dark and gloomy all year round. When a cultivator reaches the Nascent Soul stage, his appearance is determined by his Nascent Soul. Based on the idea that no one can see him, he can grow freely, so most people in the Demon Realm are deformed. Everyone? No one thinks anyone is ugly, and they live in peace. Unexpectedly, once they arrive in the human world, they become the "evil ghosts" that everyone fears. Isn't this exciting
Those who scare people on the streets are just little ghosts who are just trying to join in the fun.
Yan Qing didn't come here to exorcise the demons in the barrier city. He didn't have the slightest sympathy for the barrier city. He just wanted to come here to find Lan Xize. The little demons were scary on the street, but the real demons had already entered the house and eaten people.
Just when the city was in ruins, Bai Ziqian, the city lord, received a note. It appeared out of nowhere in his room, with the handwriting flowing like water, but the tone was like a girl's mischief.
"I can help you save the people in this city."
"As long as you dye the moat red with his blood, I will help you."
This sentence is followed by a portrait.
The person inside has a pair of extremely beautiful peach blossom eyes.
It’s Yan Qing.
On one side of the barrier city are thousands of mountains, and on the other side is a long and silent lake. A hundred years ago, this place became an isolated city isolated from the outside world, but the disciples of the nine major sects did not know this.
When they saw the heavy rain in the city, they all thought it was the work of demons.
The inns and post stations in the barrier city were all abandoned and dilapidated, so the group finally chose a temple as their base.
The temple had long been in ruins and covered with cobwebs.
The older Yuanying-stage disciple used his master's magic weapon to set up a formation outside the temple.
They discuss countermeasures here at night and go out to kill demons during the day.
The wind was howling in the streets and the sky was thick with green mist.
After Yan Qing went there once and found no clues, he took the initiative to stay and take care of the injured people they brought back from outside.
What a coincidence that this time he got the upper hand. The person in his hands turned out to be an old acquaintance, Grandma Guan.
Yan Qing pressed Granny Guan's mute point, and in her shocked and terrified eyes, he smiled and calmly said to the people of the Spiritual Medicine Sect: "Don't worry, leave it to me, I will definitely protect them."
"Then I'll trouble you, fellow Taoist."
After everyone left, Yan Qing took Grandma Guan and brought her to a small side room in the temple.
The murals here were already mottled and peeling, and a red candle was burning on the table, illuminating the green face and fangs of the Buddha statue. In the dim candlelight, Yan Qing's robes were blood-red and his figure was like a ghost.
Granny Guan burst into tears and said, "Don't kill me, don't kill me, I'm innocent. I'll tell you whatever you want to ask, just don't kill me!"
She committed countless evil deeds in her life, and her hands were stained with the blood of countless people, but when she was about to die, she became an innocent, pitiful and honest person.
Yan Qing said calmly: "I don't need you to tell me what I want to know. It's a waste of time."
He turned his finger and the red thread pierced directly into Grandma Guan's forehead. Regardless of her life or death, he directly searched her soul and read her memory.
Grandma Guan’s memories revolve around the Su Mansion.
After Su Qu sent Yan Qing to the City Lord's Mansion, he sensed that the situation was not good, so he sent his wife out of the city in advance and stayed indoors ever since. During the time when the demons were doing evil in the Barrier City, the people of the Barrier City tried to ask for help from the Su Mansion and the City Lord's Mansion. However, Su Qu was not seen, and the City Lord's Mansion was mysterious.
Many people are desperate and just want to escape from here.
Granny Guan is one of them.
However, the irony is that no one in the city can escape from their homeland. Growing up in the rain, their blood and souls are wet and heavy, and they can hardly take a step away from the city.
Yan Qing slowly pulled the soul thread out of Granny Guan's body, looked at her resentful and hateful eyes, and smiled gently: "I have wanted to say this for a long time, everyone in the Barrier City will die in the rain sooner or later."
Yan Qing found the senior sister from Shangyang Sect in the evening. After telling her the regretful news of Grandma Guan's death, she briefly told her about the affairs of the City Lord's Mansion.
"The City Lord's Mansion is the only refuge for the remaining people, but the City Lord is cowardly and selfish, and he won't open the gates. The officials are living in luxury inside the gates, while the people are living a life worse than death outside the gates."
Upon hearing this, the senior sister of Shangyang Sect was furious: "This is outrageous."
So the next day, the senior sister of Shangyang Sect sacrificed a bell and combined it with the clear sound of the wooden fish from Foxiang Temple to spread the sound throughout the entire Barrier City, asking the people to come out and go to the City Lord's Mansion to seek survival.
The demons are full of tricks, and the residents of the barrier city have long lost trust in the voices from the outside world. No one is willing to open the doors or windows.