No wonder the resentment in Bibotan is heavier than Qianqiguan.
There were dozens of times more victims in Qianqi Pass than here, but this soaring resentment did not condense.
It turned out that a great demon once died here, and it was such a tragic death.
Lin Chiu finally understood the meaning of Wei Liang's words.
He once said to Wang Weizhi that after solving Bibotan's problem, if he is still free, he can go to Zhuo Jin to watch a show.
It is indeed impossible for Wang Weizhi to have that leisurely mind.
Wei Liang must have known about Huang Yinyue's tragic death in Bibotan. He deliberately allowed Ji Yuan to absorb the skyrocketing resentment in the pool, and he coagulated the blood. The blood puppet was initially formed and was not stable. Wei Liang pressed on every step of the way, forcing Ji Yuan to forcefully resort to "blood cloud falling from the sky."
At this time, the blood puppet is the most vulnerable and the most likely to be aroused residual will.
The love of parents for their children is enough to surpass life and death.
Wei Liang pierced everything mercilessly, destroying Jiyuan's sorcery first, and allowing Wang Weizhi to see the truth.
Wang Weizhi's handsome face was red to purple, and Dan Feng's eyes were bloodshot.
He is still roaring: "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
He knelt on the ground, his posture was the same as Wang Yangyan in the illusion.
"Kill—"
After a long time, his voice finally gradually lowered.
He raised his eyes very slowly, very slowly.
His voice was completely dumb. He looked at Wei Liang viciously and asked, "Where is Wang Yangyan? I'm going to kill him."
Wei Liang's eyebrows like ink paintings dropped slightly, and he glanced at him lightly—no matter whether Wang Yangyan handed over the key, Huang Yinyue's ending would not change in any way.
This is how the young man's mood is, his heart is angry, and it is always subconsciously attacking the closest person. The real murderer is still alive, and the first thing in his mind is Father Shi.
Seeing that he was young, ignorant and greatly irritated, Wei Liang didn't say anything nasty, he just chuckled softly, and said, "Why do I want to know."
Wang Weizhi nodded emphatically, and said, "Yes. This is my family affair, and I will solve it myself."
His eyes became a little empty. After a while, he raised his eyes to look at Wei Liang, and said softly, "Just don't pass."
With a cry, Wei Liang embraced Lin Chuo, firmly protected her with a black umbrella, and walked straight out of the area of Bibotan.
Standing in place, Wang Weizhi's eyes became more and more indifferent and calm.
He has no reason to follow these two people anymore.
He has very important things to do.
Key. It's because of the key. The key killed Huang Yinyue. The key kept by Wang Yangyan killed Huang Yinyue. Wang Yangyan killed Huang Yinyue—no wonder, he never had the face to see himself again!
That thing fell into Wang Mingzhu's hands, but Wang Mingzhu was already dead.
Where is the place that only she knows
A weird smile appeared on Wang Weizhi's face: "Wang Chuan'en, you killed my mother for the key, I will find the key and destroy it by myself!"
Then he slowly raised his hand to release the development belt, threw it on the ground, and stepped heavily on one foot.
"Now that the strength is not enough, don't let those people discover... I already... know the truth! You... wait for me..."
The young man walked forward step by step, his back getting straighter and straighter. When he left Bibotan a hundred meters away, the last trace of childishness had faded from his face.
At seventeen, it's time to be an adult...
The young Wang Weizhi backhanded his sword "sonically", steadily guarding the wind, and swept towards the direction of the Zong family.
…
In the ruins of the broken wall, Qin Yun took a long breath of cold air, pulling his mind away from empathy.
Key! Key!
His eyes lit up with fire. It turns out that in his previous life, Wang Weizhi got the key!
The secret key passed down from generation to generation by the Wang family can open the mysterious door between truth and illusion. Such a thing, when said to be important, is regarded as critical, and when said to be useless, it is also extremely useless.
If a monk wants to ascend, he must go through the heart-wrenching calamity twice. A weak catastrophe when the baby is born, and a strong catastrophe when the Mahayana Flying Immortal.
By opening the profound door with Wang's key, you can break into the illusion of others and interfere with others' transcendence. This is a detrimental thing, if you are not careful, your soul is broken into the illusion of others, it is called self-digging a grave.
The unvoiced sound is the heart demon planted during the Mahayana Heart Tribulation.
In this way, Wang Weizhi must have done the matter of the demons in the previous life!
Qin Yunxi was a little excited—being passively beaten for so long, finally strangling the throat of fate for the first time!
As long as Wang Wei finds the key step by step, they can disrupt their overall plan!
It's just... Why did Wang Weizhi hate the voiceless voice? Could it be that Huang Yinyue was injured by the unvoiced voice, which caused her to be caught by Wang Minglang
Qin Yunxi couldn't help but shook his head and sneered: "Zhuzi is ignorant, and I can't tell who is the enemy!"
He concealed his figure, leaving Bibotan anxiously while considering the location of the secret key.
Wang Mingzhu...
If it’s someone else, Qin Yunxi still has nowhere to go, but if it’s Wang Mingzhu...
This woman had a little friendship with him.
Many years ago, he rescued her once.
That time, he still watched the spring.
In that small cave, she had embraced him, but he thought of the voiceless in his heart, and finally rejected her.
Will it be there? He thought secretly, holding a fluke in case, he turned away, strayed from memory, and looked for the small cave where he had seen Wang Mingzhu for the first time.
At the same time, the unconscious Lin Chuo was taken to a prosperous mortal market by Wei Liang.
Her body still trembles slightly from time to time.
Wang Yangyan's pain was so deep that she could not completely remove her mind from the state of empathy for a long time. When she came to the bustling crowd, she still felt cold all over, her arms were sore and numb, and her head was swelling and painful-that was the mark of pain rushing from the heart to the whole body when the mind was the most turbulent.
The sun shining on the body is also cold.
Wei Liang put away the big black umbrella, holding her in one hand, and blocking her out of the crowd with the other.
One after another strange faces dangled in front of him, Lin Chuo stared blankly at those faces that were either joy, worry, sadness, or numbness, watching them break into the field of vision one by one, and then disappear again. .
I don’t know how long after walking, a gradually clear idea emerged in her mind—
Couldn't the other victims in Bibotan be more tragic than Huang Yinyue? Pain and death are not distinguished by high or low, why when facing the other victims, there is only raging anger and the urge to avenge them, and cannot feel the same
The answer is empathy. When empathizing, all Wang Yangyan's emotional fluctuations were projected into her consciousness without any difference. At that moment, she was Wang Yangyan.
Observing the suffering of others, there will never be a real pain.
People who have not experienced it personally will never understand how those emotions and pains are filled with soul and body, and how they entangle a person in a cocoon, unable to breathe, and almost out of control.
People who have not experienced it personally will never really understand what those sufferings are like when they come, so the usual comfort is to tick the boots and persuade people to let go of their hatred, and it is not painful to stand and talk.
No experience, no qualifications to talk about detachment.
The saints are not benevolent and regard the people as their humble dogs. It is not because the sage looks down on all living beings as a humble dog, but because the saint knows what a humble dog is better than anyone else.
So... what is inhumanity
Lin Chi felt Ye Lian turning rapidly in the Sea of Knowledge, her heart "pounding" so hard, she unconsciously grabbed Wei Liang's hand with her backhand.
His footsteps stagnated slightly, and his eye sockets widened a little. After a while, he backhanded her small boneless hand firmly in his palm.
The pace is much brisk.
Seeing her thoughtful, he didn't take her to the destination, but circled the capital endlessly with the crowd.
Today seems to be a holiday.
In the evening, there were more and more young men and women walking on the street. When the sun went down, the old people and children were no longer visible on the street. The street vendors put away the unsold goods and made room for the light stand.
The wicks of lanterns of various shapes were lit.
When Lin Chiu returned to his senses, he found that he was already standing in a fairyland.
At the beginning of Yuehua, over the treetops, the dimly colored lights reflected all over the streets of Chinese clothes. The young men and women were put on makeup by the lights, and their faces were bright and slightly increased in color.
She turned her head to look at Wei Liang, but saw that his face was very bad.
The eyebrows were frosty, and they stared coldly at the men and women who wanted to come forward to strike up a conversation.
Their looks and temperament are too scorching. Even if the two go hand in hand, there are still many self-confident young men and women who can't help but want to step forward.
After Wei Liang gave a cold glance, both men and women immediately raised their eyes like a dragon and leaned back unconsciously. It's just that there are too many young people on the street.
Lin Chiu realized afterwards that his little hand was wrapped in his palm.
She didn't know how to deal with it for a while, so she simply pretended not to notice, and let him lead it forward.
After two steps, she stopped abruptly and gasped, "Did we forget something!"
Wei Liang looked amused at her jumpy appearance, nodded slightly, his voice low: "Huh?"
"Elder Xing!"
Wei Liang let out a soft "Ah", and then said naturally: "When I was fighting with the blood puppet at the bottom of the lake, I had collected a few heart protectors. This medicine is best taken in the middle of the night, so it's not anxious."
Lin Chiu looked at him suspiciously.
It's not to blame for her being so careless, he just looked like "ah", and he knew at a glance that he just remembered this matter just now.
He glanced at the moon on the treetop and said, "If you are impatient, I will return to the school, and then I will accompany you to watch the lights."
His big warm hand gradually lost its temperature, and after a breath or two, he placed an icy edge that was not as long as a palm on the palm of her hand. The start is extremely cold, crystal clear and transparent, one end is very sharp, glowing with a bit of cold light.
"This thing can also be killed by the gods." He smiled slightly, "Be careful yourself, I'll be back in half an hour."
I don't know if it was an illusion, Lin Chu felt that his figure seemed to be much bleak.
He squeezed out the crowd, and soon a light flashed behind the old locust tree.
Lin Chuo held the icy edge of his palm tightly. Although the touch was icy to the bone, there was a burst of warmth surging in her body, making her a little worried whether it would melt in her palm.
She could feel that such a thing must be very important to him.
Passersby gradually became pairs.
Lin Chuo smiled and declined one invitation after another. The palm holding Bing Ling was beating slightly, making her feel that she was not alone.
With laughter and romantic lights in front of her eyes, she felt the vigorous joy and overflowing hope, and the emotional fluctuations brought about by empathy gradually subsided until it disappeared completely.
At this moment, she was not at all entangled in why Wei Liang wanted to kill Wang's people to avenge Huang Yinyue, because if she had the ability, she would calmly and calmly make those murderers pay the price—whether it was Jiyuan. , Or Wang's.
Suddenly recalled the scene a long, long time ago in his mind. At that time, Wei Liang squinted his eyes and said to her, "After taking the Ju Lingshu, he went to the secret realm of Arakawa... to kill people and grab treasures."
Killing, looting treasures.
Don't these people like Wang kill people just for a key.
The cycle of cause and effect, retribution is unhappy. Wang made his own bitter wine and deserved it.
Lin Chiu looked up from time to time to see the higher and higher moon, silently counting the time in his heart.
From the return of Wan Jian to Bibotan, at least he will take her for most of the day. Did Wei Liang go back and forth alone, just half an hour? This speed is simply appalling.
So, how much strength does he hide
Lin Chiu was thinking about walking while he didn't know how far he had gone. Suddenly, he saw a bright flash of light in front of him, reflecting the small half of the sky. The dazzling light and shadow suddenly gave her the illusion that there was a door leading to the prosperous modern metropolis.
She walked forward in a daze, and came to the edge of a huge open space. This is a small basin. At the bottom of the basin, countless lanterns are tied together to form a sea of lanterns.
The gentle slopes on the four sides were full of young men and women. They walked forward hand in hand one by one, carefully tying the lights in their hands to the sea of lanterns.
Layers on top of each other, densely packed, the light reflects the light, gorgeous and boundless.
"What is this doing?" Lin Chuo asked the woman beside him casually.
The woman said: "When everyone has the lantern, the national teacher will do it and send it to the moon palace. The lamp god will bless the sentient people, even if they are separated by thousands of mountains and rivers, they will definitely meet again under the moon. If you haven't found it yet When you reach your sweetheart, the Deng Shen will pay attention to pulling a red thread to make people's wishes come true!"
Lin Chuo let out a soft "Ah" and looked down at his hand.
Only the Bing Leng Wei Liang left her for self-defense in his hand, and no light.
The woman next to her covered her mouth and smiled, took a small lamp from the man next to him, handed it to Lin Chu, and said, "Here, I'll give it to you!"
Lin Chuo: "?!"
The woman’s eyebrows were crooked: "My husband and I each brought a lamp, and my one will be given to you! I can share one with him!"
Lin Chu couldn't help asking, "When we meet in the water, why do you treat me so well?"
The woman secretly glanced at her husband-in-law who was standing upright next to her, lowered her voice, and said, "Hello."
Lin Chuo: "?" Why, now it's popular to send a good person card to a face-to-face
The woman was a little embarrassed: "My husband is born with a good color, but I am ordinary. There are countless women who came out today and glamorous at him. And you, born so beautifully, are alone, but turn a blind eye to him. Talk to me."
Lin Chuo: "..." I'm sorry, but I really didn't notice a man standing beside him.
She tilted her head and glanced, and saw that the man was tall and magnificent, and his appearance was considered handsome among mortals, but he was naturally incomparable with Wei Liang and others.
When the man saw Lin Chiu, he was slightly startled, his eyes flashed with astonishment.
Lin Chiu smiled at him, clasped his fists, and said, "Thank you two for giving me the lantern. I thank you both, and I wish you all the best of life and good health for the rest of your life!"
The man regained his senses abruptly, lowered his gaze anxiously, and saw his wife's smiling face full of tenderness.
The two of them hand in hand in return to Lin Chiu, without any thanks, and wish her peace and beauty with her husband.
Lin Chuo squeezed to the front and tied the lantern presented by the woman into the sea of lanterns. A vague and vague wish flashed in her heart, she did not catch it carefully, and with a trace of shame, let it slip away like a fish.
She could clearly feel that this ocean of lanterns was entrusted with countless joyful feelings, standing on the side, as if in a warm and soft ocean, which was full of clean and pure thoughts.
She fastened the lantern in her hand tightly, and when she got up, she heard the man and woman who gave the lantern still talking about her.
The woman whispered: "This girl, isn't she a hundred times more beautiful than those few pinching her heads and pouting in front of you every day? Compared with her, those are simply hard to see!"
The man said with a smile: "The madam is so worried. Those are our regular customers, but they just love to joke. When it comes to color, in fact, the lady and this girl are evenly divided, far better than others."
Knowing that it was a lie, the woman was still coaxed to exaggerate.
Lin Chuo glanced from a distance, and saw that the two men were heads together, joking sweetly.
Everyone looked forward to it, waiting for the arrival of the national teacher.
Anyway, Lin Chuo had nothing to do, so he followed the crowd on a gentle low slope, waiting to watch the lights.
When the sea of lights rises up, it must be extremely magnificent and gorgeous.
She was also a little excited.
After touching a stick of incense, a large group of officers and soldiers separated the crowd and made a way.
"The national teacher is coming!" Everyone cheered, then held their breath and waited quietly.
Lin Chiu frowned slightly.
Her sense of consciousness is countless times sharper than that of mortals, and her instincts are not good as soon as she comes into contact with these officers and soldiers.
The national division appeared in the field of vision. This man looks ordinary, wearing a white robe with a gold pattern embroidered on the robe. He is a monk in the early days of Jindan.
Lin Chiu couldn't help being startled. The reason why the mortal realm is the mortal realm is because these areas have almost no aura.
Few monks are willing to live in the ordinary world for a long time. To the monks whose mortal emperors bowed their heads and became ministers, it was even more embarrassing to the family and the sect.
The national teacher walked to the sea of lanterns and spoke slowly.
"Today is the first seven days of the prince Chunxiao, loyalty, loyalty, and virtuous prince, and the whole country mourns. The people have the heart and spontaneously set lights for the prince to pray for the prince, wish the prince a virtuous soul, and bless us the emperor of the Wei Kingdom, blessings and longevity!"
When everyone heard this, there was something wrong, but today is indeed the first seven days of the death of Lord Ma. It is understandable that the national teacher wants to use the Lantern Festival to make some articles. Although there was a bit of irritation, I thought it was a blessing for the not-so-famous Prince Ma, and there was nothing to worry about.
So everyone should also say in harmony: "The virtuous king ascends to the immortal, bless me."
The national teacher showed satisfaction and waved his hand.
There were two groups of soldiers, carrying large white-painted wooden barrels in their hands, and ran to the edge of the sea of lanterns, and splashed large amounts of white paint on the lamps.
Before everyone recovered, they saw that the colorful sea of lights had changed beyond recognition and was full of death.
The white paint leaked down the lanterns on the upper layer, and before long, the atmosphere in the entire basin had become pale and gloomy. Some of the lanterns were poured through the lamp surface and the wicks were extinguished. Most of them were thickly coated with paint, and the lights showed a pale white, as if they were about to die.
The crowd blew up the pot with afterthought.
The Lantern Festival is a thousand-year tradition in the Wei Kingdom. The people believe in the gods of lanterns. The monarchs of all dynasties have respected this grand festival, and it has never been so ruined.
If you said earlier that no lights are allowed today or that only white lights are allowed, it would be fine, not to mention it now, but now it suddenly comes out, but it is just to make a huge face project for the emperor to see!
It is the wish of countless young people that is trampled on.
Several young people who protested were arrested in an instant, and knelt before the lifeless sea of lights.
Most of the women in Wei State believed in the god of lanterns, and when they saw the lanterns were destroyed, they thought it was impossible to have a relationship with their sweetheart, and immediately started weeping.
The white paint was splashed more violently, and soon a piece of Huaguang became a real cemetery. Resentment lingered, everyone dared not speak.
The National Teacher is more satisfied. He stood on a high place, looking back at the imperial city.
Lin Chiu saw at a glance that this person had been dazzled by power, and for him, his cultivation was just a bargaining chip to help him climb up, and the cost of allowing him to enjoy his desire for power for a long time.
Although she didn't believe that this small lamp could influence a period of love, but she was also aroused in her heart.
Do you bully others? Who can't do it yet.
The bucket of white paint saw the bottom, and the national division clapped his hands with satisfaction, and then a soldier stepped forward and untied the lamp rope fastened to the surrounding wooden stakes.
Pill formation can release spiritual energy.
I saw this national teacher drew out the sword, babbled, and then pointed the tip of the sword to the sea of lights that was going to rise or not, and yelled: "Go!"
A gust of strong wind swayed from the tip of the sword, and rolled under the sea of lights like a swimming dragon, and the sea of lights finally began to float up. It was supposed to be a dazzling splendor, but at this moment there was only a gloomy white.
The National Teacher is also struggling.
In previous years, the colorful lanterns were so light that they could float on their own without the need to rely on the heat. As long as he put a little effort underneath, the sea of lights would jump upwards, saying that they could jump to the Moon Palace, and these foolish people would believe it.
Today, in order to please the emperor Lao'er, I gave myself a title of "Master", so I used a lamp to present the Buddha, and let the emperor Lao'er see how much the people miss his tragic younger brother.
Who knows, after the white paint is poured, those wet lamps are so damn heavy!
He exerted his strength to eat milk, and the stars began to sweat on his forehead-Monk Jie Dan was difficult to sweat, but this person has lived in the mortal world for a long time, and he is not jealous, and his bones have long been emptied. Although relying on the pill can maintain the state not to fall, but it has long been strong outside, and the cultivation base is basically scrapped.
He insisted, while sending the sea of lights up, and at the same time confessing to the accompanying children, he quickly invited your Majesty to Dengxing Pavilion to enjoy this scene of mourning.
The boy took the order and left.
The national teacher danced in the open space, it seemed that there were many tricks, but in fact it was only used to cover up the lack of energy.
Most of the crowd had dispersed, and the woman who gave Lin Chiu's lantern also sobbed lowly, and was carried out by her husband.
"Husband, husband," the woman was out of breath, "I knew it earlier, I would have wished those women not to pester you, that would be great! Even if the lamp god punishes me, let them come every day... Hey, I'm afraid of them, so what! I shouldn't, shouldn't beg the child, I, I..."
The man hurriedly calmed down: "Madam, don't worry. The Djinn knows that we have no choice but will not punish us!"
"We have been married for two full years. If you can't get pregnant anymore, you will leave me! The white paint seems to be poured on my heart. I know that I will never get pregnant anymore!" Dead ashes.
"No, no..." The man's comfort was also pale like the sea of lights that slowly floated up.
Lin Zhuo stopped the couple.
She said: "Do you believe in the lamp god?"
The woman raised a pair of teary eyes blankly: "Believe it."
Lin Chiu smiled confidently: "The lamp god protects lovers, today's things, the lamp god is to blame, who should be blamed?"
The woman's lips moved, but she did not dare to speak.
Lin Chiu said: "Of course it is to blame the person who destroyed the lamp! Look at it. If the lamp god manifests and sins against the national teacher, then you naturally don't have to worry about being blamed by the lamp god. If the lamp god does not manifest, then it Since you don't even care about the person who destroys the lights, how can you care about you, an innocent person?"
The woman blinked in a daze, thinking about it, feeling that what she said was reasonable, and she couldn't refute it at all.
The man clasped his fists and said in a low voice: "I am grateful to the girl for comforting the clumsy, but there are many people with mixed ears, and the girl speaks carefully, and she must have a defensive heart."
Lin Chiu waved his hand indifferently, and walked straight to the heights.
After spending a long time, the national teacher finally sent the sea of lights into the sky.
He gasped, and kept looking back in the direction of the imperial city.
Finally, twenty zhang climbed into the Star Pavilion, and a bright light lit up.
Son of heaven, it's on stage!
The national teacher praised Lord Na Ma again, and saw that above the sea of white lights, it was simply resentful.
Lin Chuo dangled a strand of dark golden spiritual energy chain with the thickness of hair, hung it under the bottom of the lamp, urging Yelian, and suddenly twitched—
How deep the aspiration the people have placed on the lamp god for thousands of years, the grievances that the aspiration has caused at this moment will be multiple.
I saw the second circle of Yelian, the eighth petal, open!
Spiritual energy is surging and turbulent, and waves are surging in the sea of knowledge.
After the shock of the lotus, Lin Chiu had another secret technique!
At this moment, the national teacher danced to the peak, the sword swung, and the spirit surged.
He wanted to send the sea of lights to the sky invisible to the naked eye as in previous years, but he obviously didn't have the strength today, so he had to make mistakes. He planned to explode the sea of lights in front of the emperor and let the little white light float down from the sky. With sorrow.
Just as the spiritual energy cut the rope connecting the lanterns and the sea of lights was about to disperse, the corners of Lin Chuo's lips smirked and spoke lowly.
"Fan, lotus, change."
I saw a ray of dark gold flashing away from the ground to the sea of lights.
The next moment, a dark golden bright giant lotus, reflected on the white curtain of the sea of lights, burst into bloom!
It only existed for a moment, and in the next moment, it was divided into tens of thousands of small dark golden lotus, rotating for a while under each lamp, and then bursting open again!
Thousands of dark golden stars reflected half of the night sky dazzlingly. The originally pale lamp surface turned into an excellent interlining cloth, lining the dark golden brilliance extremely agile and luxurious. The sky is full of colorful rushes, and it is no longer visible in the world.
This scene can no longer be described in ordinary words, it is like a miracle, extremely gorgeous and extremely solemn.
The crowd was boiling, crazy. Countless people put their hands together and tears filled their eyes. What's more, he knelt directly on the ground, tears streaming down his face.
"The lamp god has appeared!"
"Lean God bless!"
The brilliance lasted for a few breaths, and when it was about to extinguish, a low-key stream of fire sword light suddenly rose from nowhere, passed the dark gold starlight that was about to extinguish, and ignited them again!
"boom-"
The dark gold and red colors complement each other, and the most magnificent fireworks in the world bloomed over the Wei State.
The author has something to say: Well, Lord Ma is the one who was killed by Wang Yu.