"I went to the ghost market before leaving Tianshiyuan with Xiaoyun. Xiaoyun said goodbye to his stall friends. There is no husband's spirit there." Huahu said.
Mr. Lingyue's face changed slightly, and he walked up and down thoughtfully: "With the cultivation base of the senior brother before his death, it is impossible for the spirit to drift, his ability is rare in the world..."
Flower Fox is puzzled, is Mr. Wild Fox really so strong
If, as Mr. Lingyue said, Mr. Wild Fox is really so strong, how could he turn into a demon fox
Powerful beings often turn into ghosts and gods after their deaths, such as the master of Dongling, such as Emperor Wenchang, only weaker ones will attach themselves to beasts and turn into monsters.
A great scholar in the astronomical realm is a ghost after death, and a great scholar in the saintly realm is a god after death.
If you are in the Liyuan realm, you can only be possessed by plants and artifacts as spirits, attached to birds and beasts as monsters, and cannot become ghosts and gods.
If Mr. Wild Fox is really strong, his spirit can retain part of the wisdom of his previous life and become a ghost.
However, there is really no spirit of Mr. Wild Fox in the ghost market. In this case, most of the spirit of Mr. Wild Fox is too weak to preserve the spirit.
However, Mr. Wild Fox in Mr. Lingyue's mouth is not weak.
"Sir, who are you and Mr. Wild Fox?"
Huahu stared at the Wenjia spiritualist who was escaping here quickly, and asked: "I have been following my husband for so long, and I have never asked my husband about his origin. My husband teaches in Wenchang Academy, and others spill sewage on him. The black pot has been buckled on the head of the husband, but in the past few months I have found that although the husband is horny, mean and dirty, he is still a good person.
He turned his head, his gaze fell on Mr. Lingyue’s face, and said: “Mr.’s knowledge is extremely high. Mr.’s Confucianism seems to be different from Mr. Yehu. He is rebellious, but he is self-contained. This is the best. What surprised me. If Mr. and Mr. Wild Fox were taught by the same teacher, how could your knowledge differ so much?"
Mr. Lingyue said: "Our teacher, you may have seen it. There is a crooked-necked willow tree outside Tianmen Town, and there is a person hanging on the tree. He is my teacher and the wild fox."
"Bo Cen?" Huahu was startled.
Uncle Cen was the one who cared for Su Yun. He lived in a tomb under the crooked neck tree. When Su Yun was buried in a small coffin, it was Uncle Cen who rescued him.
It was also Cen Bo who warned Qu Bo Qujin and the others that they involved Su Yun and had to take care of Su Yun so that Su Yun could survive in Tianshiyuan no man’s land.
It was also Uncle Cen who told Su Yun about the time scale. Su Yun visualized the time scale, touched the big clock in Tianmen Town, and visualized his own spiritual and supernatural powers over time.
Cen Bo also asked Su Yun to go to the Tianmen Ghost Market to set up stalls on the seventh day of every month, so he met Louban, Li Luhai, the owner of Dongling, Emperor Wenchang and other stall friends!
And Mr. Wild Fox and Mr. Lingyue were also disciples of Uncle Cen.
Huahu suddenly thought that Mr. Yehu taught Su Yun, is it also related to Cen Bo
He thought about it. Although he straightened out the relationship between these people, he still felt that there was something wrong with it.
Mr. Lingyue said: "However, although I learned the same things as Brother Yehu, my comprehension is different. The teacher is a Confucian and Taoist saint, one of the four myths of Yuanshuo. I came to Shuofang to investigate the cause of the teacher's death. . I don’t believe that the teacher hanged himself to death."
Hua Fox looked up at him.
Mr. Lingyue narrowed his smile, and rarely became serious. He looked straight at the spiritual man of the Wen family, and suddenly said, "Hanahu, do you want to seek revenge on Wen Lifang?"
"of course!"
Huahu converged on other thoughts and said coldly: "Although I don't know where Mr. Yehu's spirit is, the women, children, and children in my Huqiu Village are dead in her hands! This hatred, I must avenge it!"
Mr. Lingyue smiled and exclaimed: "The little student has long heard of the good name of literary servant shooting, so he rushed to Shuofang for a long time to get close, but he shot thousands of miles away. Can you moisturize your life today?"
Huahu was stunned: "Teacher, the servant man shot a leg broken, do you want to run with her?"
Click!
A thunderbolt in the clear sky struck Hua Fox's head, and Hua Fox was scorched by the thunder, blowing smoke from his mouth and nose, and stopped talking.
Wen Lifang leaned on a crutches, looked up, and sneered: "It turned out to be the prodigal son Lingyue of Dengtu. Even if I lose a leg, it's not something you can insult!"
The literati spiritualist came, and suddenly there were thunderclouds in the sky, thunder smashed down one after another, smashing everyone and turning their backs.
Huahu and Lingyue were bathed in thunder and killed Wen Lifang!
Soon after, Wen Lifang fell under the thundercloud.
Huahu grabbed Wen Lifang and said viciously: "Wen Pu shot, you slaughtered my Huqiu Village that day. I want to know, did Mr. Wild Fox die in your hands?"
Wen Lifang was so angry: "What Mr. Wild Fox? You are a scholar of Wenchang Academy. Give me a good time. Don't let Lingyue ruin my corpse..."
Hua Fox said angrily: "I asked if Mr. Wild Fox died in your hands! It's the old fox demon who is reasonable with you. He is very powerful. You must have killed him, right?"
Wen Lifang's injury was too serious, his eyes were dilated, and his voice intermittently: "You mean that that day, there was no expert resistance that day, that day, I was in the no man's land at the order of Tong Qingyun... It's cold, why is it dark..."
Huahu let her go and sat down on the ground, Wen Lifang no longer answered his question.
Mr. Lingyue stepped forward to check and said: "She is dead. Soon her spirit will realize that she is dead, and will be summoned by Tianshiyuan."
After a while, Wen Lifang's spiritual world collapsed, and his spirit flew out, attracted by the power of Tianshiyuan.
Mr. Lingyue stretched out his palm, Wen Lifang's spirit was frozen, and said: "Wen Pushe, why did you go to Tianshiyuan?"
Hua Fox raised his head, his eyes showed hope.
Spiritual spirit is not the soul in people's mouth. Spiritual spirit is just a person's spirit. Only a strong person can preserve the spirit after death.
But when a person dies like a lamp, the spirit cannot preserve a person's complete memory, only the impressive memory can be preserved.
"That day… "
Standing in the void, Wen Lifang's spirit seemed to float away at any time. He recalled carefully, and said quietly: "Tong Qingyun told me to go to Tianshiyuan to investigate and see if there is a place called the Tomb of Dragon Burying and whether there are people sealed inside. Demon and Dragon Spirit. I took many scholars to Tianshiyuan on the grounds of going abroad for experience, which coincided with the ghost market of Tianmen..."
Her memory is intermittent, and many pictures emerge from her spirit, cast in front of Mr. Huahu and Lingyue.
That was the picture Tong Qingyun told her, and the picture of Tianmen Ghost Market. Huahu even saw Su Yun in the corner of the picture.
The scene in the picture hurriedly passed, and soon came to the tomb of the buried dragon under the night.
The Flower Fox saw the flying dragon spirit and the magic energy permeating around the dragon bone.
This memory is very clear, obviously Wen Lifang has a deep impression of human beings and dragon spirits.
But then her memory picture was much bleak, with a lot of missing.
In Wen Lifang's view, this memory is not worth keeping.
The scene of the massacre of Huqiu Village flashed by, and Huahu hurriedly said, "Stop!"
Wen Lifang's spirit came to a halt, and her memory slowly went backwards, frozen in the scene of the massacre of Huqiu Village.
Huahu stared at the situation in the picture, and saw the scene of Huqiu Village being slaughtered in the picture. Most of the scene in his memory can overlap, but it is still different.
He saw the children of the aristocratic family killing the people in Huqiu Village. The fox demons cried and ran away in a hurry. He also saw himself rushing to the forest with a few little foxes. He also saw their houses collapsed and magically stunned. The flame is lit.
However, in his impression, Mr. Wild Fox took a shot, fought hard to resist everyone's attacks, and gave them a chance to escape.
But in Wen Lifang's memory, there is no such scene.
In Wen Lifang's memory, there is no Mr. Wild Fox.
Huahu was stunned, and Mr. Lingyue said: "Memory is easy to lose. You can't find it. Maybe it's just Wen Lifang who has no impression. A person often tampered with his memory, and even deceived himself."
He withdrew his mana, and Wen Lifang's spirit was far away.
Huahu suddenly said: "Sir, what if someone tampered with my memory or Wen Lifang's memory?"
Mr. Lingyue laughed and said: "It is easy to tamper with your memory, but it is too difficult to tamper with Wen Lifang's memory. Who can do it? Anyway, I can't. Go, it's time to go back!"
The city of Shuofang settled down, and the chaos caused by the tribulation monster and the rebellion of the seven great families quickly subsided. Most of the scholars of the seven great families were captured and brought to justice. Shuo Fanghou, the head of the Ye family and others also returned to their positions.
Wars on the front line continued to spread. First, the frontier gate was smashed by the Huntuo Khan, and the army commander outside the Great Wall drove straight in and entered the Tiancheng Wall, making Shuofang City extremely nervous.
Later, there was a good news. Xue Sheng led the frontier army to fight the Huntuo Khan in Tianshiyuan, and won the battle, forcing the Huntuo Khan to retreat and conquer more and more lost ground.
After more than ten days, a good news came, and Saint Xue drove the Huntuo Khan out of the sky city wall and slew to the border city.
Saint Xue used soldiers like a god to seize the border city at night, killing Huntuo Khan and leading the remnant soldiers to escape all the way and fled back to Yangcheng.
This battle affected the hearts of all people in Shuobei. When the news of Saint Xue's victory came, people were inexplicably excited and went to the streets to tell each other.
However, at this moment, there was news that Saint Xue was attacked by a masked man on his way back to the party, and his life or death was uncertain.
When this news came, there was another uproar in the 108 prefectures in the 17th prefecture of Shuobei, and countless people asked about the safety of Saint Xue.
In the afternoon, there was news that Saint Xue was not dead, but was seriously injured. The god king in the old no-man’s land was subdued by the Saint, and a doctor named Dong was invited to treat Saint Xue.
When the saint's injury heals, he will return to Shufang.
"This old fox was attacked and was seriously injured. Really?" When Zuo Songyan heard the news, he couldn't help but stare at the news, walking around, scratching his head.
"Even if he wants to make a show and promote his fame, he won't want to suffer a serious injury."
Qiu Shuijing also frowned, thinking: "The saint may pretend to be injured in order to win the hearts of the people. Today, all the people in Shuobei are talking about him, Xue Qingfu! People first pay attention to the war, and the discussion is endless, and the war is over. Concerned about his injury, the discussion kept going."
Qiu Shuijing stopped and his eyes flickered: "When the emperor's will come down, he will go to the eastern capital, and people will discuss his trip to the eastern capital again! This is the burning of the fire, create momentum for yourself, and create the momentum to the limit! Play with the hearts of the people. , He is the best!"
His analysis made it clear and reasonable, and Zuo Songyan nodded repeatedly.
At sunset, Niu Biao, Zhou Bo, and others led the army to escort Xue Qing back to Shuofang. Su Yun followed Qiu Shuijing and Zuo Songyan to visit the saint’s residence. Dr. Dong was seen taking care of him.
Qiu Shuijing was astonished when Xue Qing Mansion was lying on the sick bed with serious injuries.
"I met Dao Sage in the four great myths. Dao Sage said that he was ordered by the emperor to get rid of me.
Xue Qing's complexion improved a lot after Physician Dong's treatment, and said to Qiu Shuijing: "But I am not bad, Dao Sheng's injury is not much better than me."
Qiu Shuijing's eyes flashed: "Teacher, if I take the shot at this time, do you have any hope of survival?"
Xue Qingfu shook his head and said with a smile: "I am now very seriously injured, even if the god king and the demon king are hidden behind me, it is difficult to resist your thunderous blow."
Qiu Shuijing was silent.
Xue Qingfu said: "But I am dead, what do you use to suppress Diping? The triangle is the most stable."
Qiu Shuijing got up and went away: "Teacher, my power in the Eastern Capital is weaker than you, so I will go one step ahead and wait for you in the Eastern Capital."