He Xiangsheng once asked his master such a question when he entered the gate of the Tiandao Palace.
' "I heard that a hundred years ago, the world was full of turmoil, the major families and sects were fighting openly and secretly, and the rivers and lakes were full of blood and rain. However, now it is peaceful, and the Tiandao Palace has contributed to it. But, how did it do all this?"
The master said, "The world is one."
Not "uniform", but "same".
Concentrate all powerful powers and secret spells in the hands of Tiandao Palace to control the development of other sects and forces.
Without hope, there is no luxury. Likewise, there would be no struggle.
"There must always be someone who bears the name of a wicked person." The master said, "Xiangsheng, do you know what the human world looked like thousands of years ago? The world is in chaos, and those monks are fighting for their own petty profits. , how innocent are those ordinary people?"
"and then?"
"The ancestors of the Tiandao Palace made swords with their bodies and made fire with their souls. Only then did the solitary light sword and today's Tiandao Palace." The master looked at him, "You said, people in this world are the same as those dozens of people. Compared with hundreds of victims, how to choose?"
"Disciple... I don't know."
"It's not that I don't know, but that no one is willing to make a choice, so the Tiandao Palace comes to choose."
This is why they created Xie Wuyan and then destroyed Xie Wuyan. It is also the reason why they will be able to use blood to burn the fire clan, and detain them in the Tiandao Palace.
"These are the forces that the Heavenly Dao Palace, and even all sects in the world, cannot control."
The Heavenly Dao Palace doesn't care, whether people with these powers have the ambition to mess with the situation, it only cares whether someone has the ability to do this.
They do not allow any power that can shake the human world.
Only the world together can control all ambitions and struggles.
He Xiangsheng has been practicing for a long time in Tiandao Palace.
He looked at countless people who were proficient in the art of burning blood, used as a weapon that could expel Nether Demons, draining the last drop of blood from their bodies little by little. Finally, in the back mountain, a grave is left, and a tombstone full of fame and fame is erected.
The originally rare clansmen died out at an alarming rate, leaving only a small part to be raised in the dungeon as the inheritors of the bloodline.
But no one wants to live like this.
Living in a place where you can't see your fingers, with chains bound on your arms and thighs, watching your beloved relatives and friends leave one by one, every piece of flesh and blood is burned like coal and burns the last bit of value.
There is nothing left but the memories in my mind.
The dead have not lived well, and the living will become tools of inheritance.
After leaving a bloodline that can be continued, they will repeat the things repeated by their deceased clansmen.
If you live like this for too long, living will become a painful thing.
The tribesmen died one by one. Some were depressed and unable to heal, and some did not want to continue living in humiliation and chose to self-destruct.
Forbearance to the extreme will inevitably lead to outbreaks.
Finally one day, the survivors wanted to escape and broke through the shackles and launched a resistance. The flames hovered over the Heavenly Dao Palace for three days, with countless casualties and a tragic scene.
Shen Wanqing's mother escaped.
Became the only one who left alive from that battle.
But there has never been anyone in the world who cannot be found in the Heavenly Dao Palace.
Back then, He Xiangsheng was in the middle of arresting Shen Wanqing's mother. To this day, he can still remember the scene of that day very clearly.
In the Valley of Pity, the woman who always looked thin and quiet walked up to the elders without being humble or arrogant. Her body was covered in blood, but her back was still straight.
She said they were doomed to fail.
The elder said: "Tiandao Palace and your ancestors can put down personal interests and choose self-sacrifice in exchange for peace in the world. Do you younger generations want to shame their history books?"
The woman suddenly laughed, obviously smiling, but her expression looked so sad.
The elder said that it doesn't matter whether she lives or dies, and the Heavenly Dao Palace will not stay for those who have dissent. What Tiandao Palace wants to leave behind is her daughter.
The daughter who has been highly regarded since birth, and is likely to be able to compete with the devil who slaughtered the human world a hundred years ago.
"You can't take anyone with you," she said.
Elder: "In this world, there is no one who cannot be taken away by the Heavenly Dao Palace."
She looked at the dark crowd without the slightest turbulence in her eyes. After a long time, she smiled and said calmly and calmly, "Really?"
In the next second, she raised her spiritual power into a huge sword, and without the slightest hesitation, it pierced through her heart.
Those amber eyes didn't seem to shirk at all.
She was never afraid of death.
Instead, I am afraid that my children will live to die just like me in the rest of their lives.
"That's the most powerful blood-burning technique I've ever seen."
When He Xiangsheng said this, he stared straight at Shen Wanqing: "That's your mother, the jade that cannot be reincarnated and exchanged with her life and her soul was burned. Except for me, only three people survived. Later reinforcements from Tiandao Palace. When they arrived, they searched for days and nights, but found no trace of the rest of the life, so they were sure that you too died from that blood-burning technique."
"After the people who possessed the blood-burning secret technique were destroyed, the Tiandao Palace could not bear the guilt that led to the cessation of the blood-burning technique, so it wanted to seal the mouths of all the survivors, but no one could keep the secret better than the dead. I escaped, With one breath left, Xiu Niang picked it up on that mountain."
He Xiangsheng's tone was calm, but he could still feel the despairing scene from more than ten years ago.
Ji Feichen didn't speak, just raised his hand, put it lightly on Shen Wanqing's shoulder, and silently stood in front of her: "Don't worry, brother is here."
Shen Wanqing has always wondered what kind of life experience she has in this body. But suddenly know all this, but do not know how to react.
She is just a person who has transmigrated to this body. Logically speaking, the past should have nothing to do with her.
But I don't know if it was because she could always see the pictures of the year before, she was not able to stay out of it as she imagined, and her chest was stuffy.
After being quiet for a long time, she suddenly asked a question that didn't even bother her: "What's my mother... What's the name?"
"I've never heard her name mentioned," He Xiangsheng paused, "but her clansmen call her Ah Zhao."
Zhao.
That should mean light.
For some reason, Shen Wanqing felt very sad.
Sadder than I imagined.
Xie Wuyan turned to look at her, and in the eyes of Gujing Wubo, there were emotions that people couldn't read. He reached out his hand and seemed to want to touch her, but in the middle of it, he retracted it.
Feng Yaoqing looked at Shen Wanqing worriedly, as if she was afraid that she would be uncomfortable, so she stretched out her hand to hold her hand, then turned to look at He Xiangsheng: "So, He Fangshi, are you going to tell the Tiandao Palace this news?"
"No," He Xiangsheng said, "I am no longer a disciple of Tiandao Palace. Telling Miss Shen this is just a request."
"What request?"
He Xiangsheng's expression became humble in an instant. In a pleading tone, his voice was hoarse: "I know that the blood-burning technique can sense the soul and hear and see things that others can't know. So I want to know. ... Xiu Niang, do you have anything to say to me?"
"talk?"
Shen Wanqing lifted her eyes, as if recalling.
When the soul of Xiu Niang is touched, the pictures flood into the brain like a revolving lantern, piled up in a mess, making it difficult to accurately capture the content.
But there was one voice that gradually became clearer, stripping away those blurry pictures and noisy sounds.
"I have something to tell him."
Xiu Niang's voice was as gentle as a stream in a mountain stream, very penetrating.
"He should get out of here and go to a farther place, be free, stop living in painful memories, and live to save me."
When the last word was finished, He Xiangsheng was already weeping.
He cried for a long time, his hair was sticking to his face, and his whole body was messed up.
After a long time, he straightened up, closed his eyes, and leaned back slightly.
"Wait, he's..."
He Xiangsheng's soul seemed to be gradually separated from his body, his spiritual power rolled in his body, and his soul dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Xiu Niang's soul stayed in the Soul Lock Jade for too long, and she gave up any nourishment for her soul. One of the three souls and seven souls is missing, and it is difficult to reincarnate." Ji Feichen frowned, "He is taking his own soul. , to fill the missing soul of Xiu Niang."
When the soul completely left the body, He Xiangsheng opened his eyes, looked over the crowd, and looked directly at Xie Wuyan.
Xie Wuyan also looked at him.
He Xiangsheng laughed softly, a bamboo tube rolled down from him and slid all the way to Ji Feichen's feet.
"This is… "
"The whereabouts of the Lone Light Sword." He Xiangsheng closed his eyes, was quiet for a long time, and suddenly said, "But the ancestors of the Tiandao Palace once said that there is only one power that can kill that adult."
"What power?"
He Xiangsheng opened his eyes, looked at Shen Wanqing, and was quiet for a long time.
Although he didn't say a word, everyone around him could understand what he meant.
After a while, his soul completely dispersed, turned into a few scattered bright spots, and was gradually swallowed by the night.
"Wanqing." Ji Feichen turned around, leaned down in front of Shen Wanqing, put on her shoulder, and said solemnly, "Don't worry, I will never give you to Tiandao Palace."
Shen Wanqing was a little moved.
But before he could express his gratitude, he was scared out of his body by the next sentence.
"We will find the Lone Light Sword as soon as possible, and then eradicate the devil, so that the Tiandao Palace will give up the idea of taking you as a sacrifice."
Then Ji Feichen raised his head very boldly and interacted with Xie Wuyan: "Brother Xie, what do you think?"
Xie Wuyan: "..." I can do it, you can do whatever you want.
Shen Wanqing woke up from her sadness instantly, grabbed Ji Feichen's arm and interrupted his interaction: "Sister Feng looks seriously injured, Brother Ji, you should take her back to the prefect's mansion for treatment as soon as possible."
Ji Feichen thought it was reasonable.
Considering that he was also injured, he decided to divide into two groups, leaving with Feng Ruoqing himself, and Xie Wuyan leaving with Shen Wanqing.
After watching the immortal couple fly away in front of him embracing each other, Shen Wanqing turned his head and exchanged a long look with Xie Wuyan beside him.
She felt guilty.
After all, Xie Wuyan helped him with his forefoot, and then He Xiangsheng pointed at himself and said, 'Look, Xie Wuyan, this is the person who may kill you in the future'.
... She suspected that He Xiangsheng just wanted to die.
Looking back carefully, the ending of Xie Wuyan in the original book was just sealed again and not killed, so it seems that He Xiangsheng's words seem to have some credibility.
Wait, did the system choose this body because it knew that it really had the power to kill Xie Wuyan
Shen Wanqing's mood suddenly became complicated.
She wasn't happy with her powerful skill.
She didn't want to kill Xie Wuyan.
Not at all.
Xie Wuyan said lightly, "You..."
"...I didn't!" Before Xie Wuyan finished speaking, Shen Wanqing, who was full of grass and trees, began to raise his hand to interrupt, "Don't worry, I am a coward and never kill, and I have already given up the blood-burning technique, who will hurt the body too much? Who is the little fool."
Xie Wuyan glanced at her, then folded his arms silently, tilted his head and looked at her with a look of 'Have you burned your brain': "Don't kill?"
"It's not important." Shen Wanqing was very righteous, "What matters is my correct attitude."
"It's kind of eloquent."
Xie Wuyan chuckled, turned around, and did not recite the sword art, but the sword at his waist suddenly unsheathed and floated in mid-air.
Shen Wanqing immediately jumped back and covered her neck.
Wait, are you going to kill yourself so decisively to avoid future troubles
She decided to struggle a little more: "I think I'm still a bit useful actually..."
Xie Wuyan glanced at her: "For what purpose?"
Shen Wanqing racked her brains and found that she really seemed useless.
So she started to babble: "...For example, it can be used as a pillow. And my stomach has grown a piece of meat recently, and it should feel better, or would you consider it again?"
Be cowardly when you should.
Shen Wanqing was like a hamster, trying to hide herself and pretend to be dead.
Xie Wuyan looked at her for a long time, then spoke suddenly, with a cold voice: "Come here."
Shen Wanqing took a deep breath, dawdling to him as if at home, drooping her little head, with a tragic expression of 'Do it, I'll let it go'.
Xie Wuyan pursed her thin lips tightly and stretched out her hand expressionlessly.
Then gently took her index finger and flicked her forehead: "Stupid or not."
Shen Wanqing covered her head, raised her head, and stared at his eyes with a pair of water eyes: "Huh?"
"You believe what he says? It's so easy to deceive?" Xie Wuyan laughed, then turned around, paused for a moment, and said lightly, "And it's your business that you want to kill me, and it has nothing to do with me."
"…?"
Strange logic that feels wrong but seems right.
Xie Wuyan was too lazy to mention it again: "I count three times, if you can't come again, you can walk back to the prefect's mansion by yourself. Three—"
"Wait, wait, I'll be spicy."
Before a syllable could be counted, Shen Wanqing rushed to Xie Wuyan with great promise, then lowered his head to look up and down, and pulled out his two arms.
Then she put herself on his arm, nestled on him in a princess hug, and rested her head on his chest very comfortably: "Okay, let's go."
Xie Wuyan was silent.
As soon as he lowered his head, he just happened to meet Shen Wanqing's big eyes looking at him and blinking, looking very innocent.
It even seemed to read out the doubts of "Master why hasn't the train started yet".
Who is the problem?
Xie Wuyan's voice was somewhat restrained: "Come down."
Shen Wanqing choked up, hugged his shoulders tightly and didn't go away: "You can't be rude, it's not like you have to count three times..."
"See that sword?"
"I see, I understand, I understand, this is to wake me up, right?"
"This is for you to stand up and use the sword to fly." Xie Wuyan gritted his teeth, "Shen Wanqing, I'm not going to hug you."
Shen Wanqing: "..." This is very embarrassing.
The author has something to say: Shen Wanqing: What's wrong with hugging, you stingy.