Su Yun fell silent.
The spiritual nature is the spirit that people gather together, and the supernatural powers are the reflection of the spiritual nature.
When Qin Wuling died, his spirit was not strong enough, and when his soul attached to external objects it could only become a demon, spirit or monster.
Han Jun, now Xue Qingfu, sent Qin Wuling's spirit into his pen, turning him into a pen monster, no different from other monsters.
Other monsters, such as Huahu and Qingqiuyue, are also the spirits of spirits attached to foxes. For them, there is no past life, they are themselves, and the only connection between them and their past lives is that they will feel that something is very familiar in their memories from time to time, as if they have done or experienced it.
Sometimes, they will recall fragments of their past lives, but they are no longer the same person as in their previous lives.
The same is true for the pen monster Danqing.
He was sold by Mr. Han to Saint Cen, who came to Beijing to take the imperial examination when he was young. Saint Cen had a good relationship with the Taoist saints and Buddhist saints at that time. He enlightened Danqing and accepted him as his disciple.
Even if Danqing awakened Qin Wuling's memory, it has nothing to do with Qin Wuling. For him, it is just a life experience, just like Yingying now.
This is the reason why Wen Guanshan said that Qin Wuling was dead and that he was a great painter.
"So, teacher, how did Saint Wen die?"
Su Yun asked, "Cen Sheng investigated Danqing's death, but he hanged himself outside Tianmen Town. How did he die? I saw the body of Saint Wen in your study, and I also saw many terrible things. How do you explain it?"
"You're very close to the truth."
Wen Guanshan glanced at the shadow behind him and smiled, "If I can survive this disaster, I will tell you the truth. If I can't survive, then this secret will be buried in the dust with me."
Su Yun raised his eyebrows, his eyes falling on the body of the girl behind him that had been frozen into an ice sculpture: "Teacher and I are only two steps apart. Teacher, maybe you don't have to wait and see if you can survive this disaster. Maybe I can turn you into dust now."
Wen Guanshan said calmly: "Relying on the Yinglong in your body? Child, before you master the power of Yinglong, I can kill you and kill Yingying in your spirit world at the same time."
The two fell silent.
Yingying broke out in a cold sweat and was extremely nervous.
Su Yun stood up and said goodbye, "Teacher, take good care of your health."
Wen Guanshan stared at his shadow, a hint of murderous intent flashed in his eyes. He wanted to move, but suppressed himself.
Su Yun's shadow on the ground looked like Yinglong, the god of war in mythology, with powerful and strange power that made him somewhat unpredictable.
"The shadow on the ground looked like Yinglong. At one point, I thought he was lying to me, using his crude magical powers to fool me. But this evil and powerful force..."
Wen Guanshan looked at Su Yun's back, feeling uncertain and doubtful: "This profound power even surpasses that of a saint. It is said that the ancient Saint Emperor encountered the rampage of the Demon King and could not win the battle, so he prayed to the heavens, and the God of War Yinglong was sent down from the heavens. Could it be that the rumors are true?"
"Ma-ha-" A strange voice came to his ears.
When Wen Guanshan heard this voice, the murderous intent in his heart completely disappeared.
Su Yun walked out. When he walked out of the Prime Minister's Mansion, he finally heard Yingying's voice: "Finally got out alive. Mr. Su, I thought he would really kill me! I didn't expect that he would be frightened by your magical power!"
Su Yun was also a little surprised and said, "I didn't expect that. I originally expected him to test me, but who knew that he didn't even test me and was fooled by me."
"Maybe he was beaten too badly by Xiangliu." Yingying guessed.
"I suppose so."
Su Yun was very pleased with himself: "It is only natural that Saint Wen, one of the four great myths, has some psychological trauma after being beaten by me."
Yingying was silent for a moment, and suddenly said, "Mr. Su, thank you for putting an end to my worries."
Su Yun looked up at the sky, exhaled a breath of turbid air, and said with a smile: "Yingying, not only have you resolved a worry, but I have also resolved a huge worry. From now on, there will be no more obstacles in my heart."
Yingying chuckled and said, "I'm worried that you will fall into evil because of this, just like Han Jun and Qin Wuling. When they saw the darkness, they turned into darkness." When she said this, she felt a little sad.
Wen Guanshan said that he was Danqing, not Qin Wuling, but in Yingying's heart he was still Qin Wuling, still the wise and brave team leader.
"How did I become like them?"
Su Yun laughed: "I was just deceived by Mr. Yehu, but I also learned a lot from him. This is a good thing. Why think about the bad?"
Yingying was stunned: "But what you have experienced is much darker than what they have experienced."
It was hard for her to imagine that someone like Su Yun had lived a huge lie since childhood, and that the people in the town were all ghosts and gods, protecting him in name but actually owing him too much.
Since he was a child, he was subjected to inhumane experiments by these elders whom he admired. Other children around him were tortured to death in these experiments, and he was the only one who survived.
When he was blind, he fell into the lies woven by Mr. Yehu. Mr. Yehu used him to observe Tianmen Town and explore the mysteries of Tianmen Town.
Even Mr. Yehu's death was a lie!
The dark life experienced by Han Jun and Qin Wuling is not as dark as the one Su Yun has experienced. But why didn't Su Yun degenerate into a demon as Wutong expected
"Maybe it's because someone opened a skylight in my life, allowing the sun to shine in."
Su Yun thought for a moment, then said quietly, "When I was put into the coffin, someone dug me out. When I was in Tianmen Town, someone dispersed the dark clouds and let the sun shine on my yard. At that time, I still had many friends, like my second brother, like Xiaofan, like Senior Sister Xiaoyao who I met later, and you, as well as Zuo Pushe, Mr. Shuijing, Taoist Xianyun... You were really good to me.
"After I left Tianshiyuan, I encountered the case of the seven great families' rebellion and saw the intrigues and infighting among the families, but I also saw people who were serious about studying and working for the benefit of the people."
His smile was like the sun shining through a cloudy sky. He said, "I have also seen people who have spent their entire lives helping lower-class scholars to study and read, and I have also seen people who have fought hard for the lower-class people. Although my fate is tragic, I have seen the light. With all these, why would I degenerate into a demon?"
Yingying was a little confused.
Han Jun, Qin Wuling, and Su Yun all experienced different sufferings, but they were all filled with darkness. But why did they make different choices
"People can live in darkness, but their thoughts cannot sink in darkness. Only when the dark clouds are cleared away can the sunshine be seen. Perhaps Su Shizi is the kind of person who often clears the dark clouds in his heart."
Yingying felt that there was something admirable about this big boy Su Yun, he had a truly strong heart.
Yingying asked, "Wen Guanshan said that he was about to face a disaster, and he would talk about the past if he could survive it. Do you know where this disaster came from?"
Su Yun's eyes flashed, and he looked up towards the direction of the Imperial City of Jade Emperor Mountain.
Yingying understood and asked worriedly, "So can he survive this disaster?"
Su Yun retracted his gaze and returned to Xianliangyuan: "Whether he can survive this disaster or not has nothing to do with us."
Yingying suddenly became anxious: "But the truth..."
Su Yun laughed loudly: "He thinks he can control me with just the truth. He is dreaming! If he can't survive, then he can die. Let the truth be buried in the dust with him. I don't care about it at all!"
That night.
At three o'clock in the morning, a violent fight broke out in the annex of the Prime Minister's Mansion. A thief entered from the main gate with the intention of assassinating the Prime Minister. Min Wanghai, Fei Hongjin and other disciples fought hard against the enemy and were led out of the annex. Only some guarding servants were left in the annex.
Some servants rushed out of the villa and went to report to the police, but the officials never showed up.
Just when he was getting anxious, a red light floated in the sky. The security servant looked from afar and saw that it was two red lanterns. It was not until the red lanterns flew up to him that he realized it was not them.
Those were actually two huge eyes!
The owner of the eyes was like a demon, with huge red eyes and a face covered with whiskers, like a young dragon sticking to his face, dancing around. He broke into the courtyard and started eating people, eating several guards and servants, and the others fled.
The demon-like creature broke into the villa and walked to the courtyard where Wen Guanshan was recuperating. Just as he was about to enter the courtyard, he saw a golden banner hanging on the archway.
When the strange creature saw the golden banner, it was frightened and quickly flew into the sky, and the golden banner also flew into the sky.
I saw two red lights and a golden banner flying in the air. Suddenly, there was thunder in the sky, the two red lights went out, and a huge head fell from the sky.
The golden banner was fluttering and was about to fly down when suddenly a golden lightning flashed in the sky like an arrow, hitting the golden banner and shooting it out, flying to an unknown place.
At four o'clock in the morning, there were thunder and lightning in the sky above Dongdu and heavy rain fell. Dongdu was shrouded in darkness and even the Jiehui Lantern was not as bright as before.
On a rainy night, a man wearing a bamboo hat pulled down low on his head walked into the unguarded courtyard of the Prime Minister's Mansion.
There was no golden banner in front of the archway. The man walked smoothly into the yard where Wen Guanshan was recuperating and came to the door of the bed.
The Lingshan Demon-Subduing Pestle was hung in front of the door, and suddenly a bright light shone!
In a few rounds, the man in the bamboo hat overwhelmed the Lingshan Demon-Subduing Pestle, pinned it to the ground, and then pushed the door open and entered.
When he arrived at the bedside, he saw a sword hanging at the head of the bed. It was Wen Guanshan's other treasure, the Three Corpses Sword!
The Taoist sword rang and jumped out of the scabbard. Suddenly, sword light filled the room and crisscrossed in the ward like lightning.
After another three rounds, the man in the bamboo hat suppressed the Taoist sword for beheading the three corpses, and the sword was inserted into the scabbard with a clang.
The man in the bamboo hat walked towards the bedside. Behind the curtain of the bed, Wen Guanshan could be vaguely seen suddenly sitting up.
The man in the bamboo hat stretched out his hand towards the curtain, suddenly grabbed the sword, turned around, and strode away without lifting the curtain.
Wen Guanshan behind the tent was stunned: "Great, Mr. Shui Jing!"
The man in the bamboo hat came to the door, pulled out the Lingshan Pestle that was stuck in the ground, and took it away.
Wen Guanshan lay down with a gloomy face: "Qiu Shuijing is plotting against me. It turns out that people are like water mirrors, not a drop of water can leak out!"
His original plan was to place the three spiritual weapons, the Thousand Words Banner, the Three Corpses-killing Sword and the Lingshan Demon-Subduing Pestle, in the coffin in preparation for the main antagonist's attack the next night. Unexpectedly, the target of the visitor was not him, but his three spiritual weapons!
There are only a few people in the world who are one step wiser than him and can even take him into account, and Qiu Shuijing is one of them.
Therefore, Wen Guanshan immediately guessed that the person behind the situation was Mr. Shui Jing!
"It's not that easy to kill me!"
At five o'clock in the morning, after the thunderstorm, the sky cleared up, the night sky was transparent, the moon was bright and the stars were sparse. Suddenly, there were cries and shouts. Bad news came from the Prime Minister's Mansion. Prime Minister Wen Guanshan, one of the four myths of Yuan Shuo, fell ill and died suddenly.
Most of the civil and military officials in Dongdu had already washed and dressed, and were having breakfast, preparing to go to court. Upon hearing the news, they panicked and set off one after another, heading straight for the Prime Minister's villa, both to offer their condolences and to gather information.
From the fifth watch to daytime, and from daytime to afternoon, the Prime Minister's Mansion was bustling with people coming and going. Even the emperor came out of the palace to pay his respects, holding the coffin and crying.
The imperial censor Qiu Shuijing also came to mourn, crying so hard that he was out of breath. He insisted that Fei Hongjin, Zeng Zhensong and others open the coffin so that he could see the prime minister's remains with his own eyes.
"Now that the Prime Minister has passed away, Qiu wants to be buried in the same room with the Prime Minister and follow him after death!"
Qiu Shuijing drew his sword and burst into tears, wanting to slit his throat on the spot. Min Wanghai, Fei Hongjin and others hurriedly tried to stop him. During the argument, Qiu Shuijing accidentally stabbed the coffin with his sword.
Civil and military officials rushed forward and tried to persuade her with kind words. Only then did Qiu Shuijing slowly stop crying, though her shoulders would twitch occasionally. It was obvious that the pain in her heart was difficult to heal for a while.
That night, deep in the night, everything was quiet. The coffin was placed in the courtyard, with only the dim candlelight and no sound from the birds.
A figure slowly walked over in the cover of night and came to the front of the coffin.
The man slowly raised his head under the candlelight, took out a mask from his arms, and put it on his face with a click. The mask suddenly came to life.
"Team leader, you once saved my life, and tonight I will repay you. After tonight, you and I will no longer owe each other anything, and we will each fight for the world!"
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