I Persuade People With Reason

I didn't want to walk out of that abandoned palace, leaving Princess Yuhua's tumbling and groaning voice behind her.

At this time, the light of the sky was only just beginning, and under the rays of light, the golden morning mist and morning dew shrouded in the flowers.

Going forward along the path covered by flowers, the continuous palace appeared in front of him, and the corners of the eaves and corridors carved by gods and beasts glowed with golden light in the sky.

Why didn't I recognize it at a glance? The towering and gorgeous palace not far away was the Chongzheng Hall, also known as the Golden Palace.

At this point in time, most of the emperor and the officials would meet in court.

——Did Princess Yuhua deliberately choose this opportunity to bring him here while the emperor was in court; or did the emperor himself cooperate here?

As soon as the thought in his mind changed, his attention turned to another matter. Just now, not only did he get a lot of luck from Princess Yuhua, but he also stabbed him when Li Mo brought her to the door.

After all, he is also a dignified demon king, even if it’s just casually? He took a few strands of broken demon souls, and he absorbed a lot of broken laws and principles from it. In just a short time, he was able to understand the cultivation system and laws of this world. Dao has a full understanding.

The system of each world is different. It is not because the realm is high, and it is not necessary to change the system before entering any world. In the magical world, you can still use the cultivation method of immortals. Therefore, every time you enter the beginning of the small world, it is the time when Yuan Buwei is the most restricted. Over time, he will gradually adapt to and master the rules of the small world until he reaches the upper limit of the small world.

Of course, his own spirit is not limited.

Aside from the soul, it is not like a college student who has mastered high-end knowledge. When you come to junior high school to do junior high school math problems, you must abide by the rules of junior high school and be limited by the solutions within the scope of junior high school knowledge. It's definitely uncomfortable at first, but you have to adjust slowly.

Now, those broken rules and statutes in Li Mo's demon soul are placed in front of Yuan Buwei's eyes like an example, giving Yuan Buwei a detailed reference, which suddenly speeds up his ability to understand and adapt to this world system. process.

"...Well, I seem to understand."

While walking, he quickly digested the things that Li Mo had picked up from Li Mo, but he didn't stop suddenly because of his body, and he continued to move forward, still as calm as ever.

He casually walked through the path of flowers, the light blue sleeves fluttered, and the faint breath disappeared in a flash. On both sides of the trail, large clusters of blooming flowers withered silently in an instant and disappeared with the wind.

That tinge of cyan has already stepped on the ground and turned red, disappearing into the pouring sky light and the dense morning mist.

...

The capital has been prosperous since ancient times. On Xuanwu Street, which leads directly to Miyagi, shops have opened one after another. Pancakes, wontons, porridge shops, and noodle restaurants have all been opened up early, and the tempting aroma is floating around.

"One portion of pastries with various fillings, and the sweet ones."

In front of a certain shop, the boss who was busy with his feet on the ground suddenly heard an unfamiliar voice and responded quickly. When he looked up, he saw a young man in his twenties. I don't know when I came in.

He is dressed in a green shirt, his hair is pulled up with a wooden hairpin at will, and there are no extra ornaments all over his body. His eyebrows and eyes are drawn like brush and ink, as if coming from the breeze, which makes people think of the exiled fairy in the book for the first time. figure.

But when I looked closely, I felt that this person was ordinary and strange, as if he was just a down-and-out scholar, and there was not much difference.

Ten different kinds of dim sum made up a plate, and they were quickly placed on the plate, with a touch of heat, black, white, pink... small and exquisite, quite cute.

Instead of twisting a piece, he nodded in satisfaction.

The aroma of this street is mixed together, and this family smells the most fragrant.

Not long after, there was a sudden sound of gulping from the side, and I couldn't help but look down.

A little boy stood by his desk, wearing a half-worn jacket, his hair tied into a small tangle on top of his head. His head was not as high as the table, he was trying to tiptoe hard, raised his head, and stared eagerly at the snacks on his table.

His face was covered with a layer of sickness, his eyelashes were very long, and his eyes were huge.

Yuan Bu frowned slightly, staring at the top of his head.

A thin, paper-cut-like shadow was sticking tightly to the little back, but the shadow was a bit higher than his, and it emerged from the top of his head. A faint mist emanated from it, constantly immersing in his body, but the snack foodie didn't respond, still staring at the cake and swallowing frantically, reluctant to take a step away.

It was not for the sake of eating most of the pastry slowly, and when only the last piece was left, he suddenly picked up the piece of pastry, shook it in front of the little bit, and asked with a smile:

"Want to eat?"

The little round eyes moved up and down with the pastry, sucking saliva hard: "Think!"

He looked at Yuan Buwei eagerly, only to see that this big brother who was smiling and quite good-looking gave a light "um", and then directly bit the piece of cake into his mouth and turned towards him again. Show? A more beautiful smile.

"What a pity." The young man stretched his tone lazily and said in a regretful tone, "No more."

"..." After being sluggish for nearly ten breaths, the little guy seemed to react, "Wow—"

He only cried aloud, but he stretched out a hand so fast that he could not cover his ears, and grabbed the small tug on top of his head, so frightened that he hiccupped and opened his eyes wide in fear. Eyes, looking at this hateful adult motionless.

All of a sudden, he remembered the many stories of Pai Hanako told by the elders in the family.

His little milk voice was trembling.

"No, don't kidnap me..."

"Just kidding." Yuan Buwei stood up and retracted his palm, still with a lazy smile on his face.

It's just that the shadow originally attached to the child disappeared without a trace at this moment.

He put his right hand behind him, and with a flick of a flick, the slightest mist emanated out, and a faint scream could be heard.

The left hand suddenly spread out, and a straw bunny squatted alive in his palm, which suddenly attracted the child's attention, and even forgot to cry.

"...Well, I'll send it to you."

The young man casually put the straw-woven rabbit on the table, threw a silver bean for cooking money, and walked out.

——How could he still be rich when he was imprisoned? In the prison, then I would like to thank Princess Yuhua for her sponsorship. She invited him to the palace for a while, and washed up in the palace before leaving. Fan, by the way, let's take a little appearance fee, isn't it too much?

At this time, breakfast time had passed, and the number of customers in the shop was gradually dwindling. The boss was free, only to find that the little grandson had slipped into the shop.

He came over while educating the children not to run around in the future, and saw that the little grandson was playing with a lively straw rabbit, which he liked very much.

I don't know why, he? At first glance, I also feel that this little rabbit is very pleasing. When I look at the smiling little grandson, I also feel that the sick little grandson in the past has a lot of energy, and the sickness on his face has dissipated a lot. .

The boss's words of scolding turned into kindness: "Where is this rabbit? It's interesting."

"...Yes, it's from the big brother."

Xiao Budian smiled so much that he showed his millet teeth, holding the rabbit with joy, and the wisps of smoke started from the place where the straw rabbit touched his palm, and scattered from his body little by little. go with.

The boss looked in the direction pointed by the little grandson, only to see a blue corner of his clothes disappearing into the crowd.

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"Speaking of which, what are you and where did you come from?"

Walking out of the shop, it wasn't far from the shop, and it wasn't because of a casual flick of a finger, a wisp of mist that was invisible to mortals emerged, and it seemed that something was tumbling and struggling.

"Oh, I almost forgot, you were crushed to pieces by me, and you can't speak. Then follow your instinct."

Saying this, I didn't want to flick my fingers again, no longer imprison this thing, but let it go.

In the blink of an eye, that wisp of mist floated out.

I didn't want to follow behind me without hesitation.

——I don't know if it's a demon, a devil, a ghost or a strange thing that has been crushed by Yuan Wuwei? Only the last bit of consciousness is left, let alone talking, I am afraid it is difficult to even think. Now it is like a dying beast, acting entirely on instinct.

Coupled with the fact that Yuan Buwei was chasing him, the extremely ferocious aura was forcing him, and he instinctively fled back to his most familiar nest. That's the safest for it.

I didn't want to walk in the crowd in such an unhurried manner, it seemed to be very slow, but in fact, I walked out all the way in a blink of an eye. And the crowds coming and going around didn't even touch a piece of his clothes. Even if someone saw his face, they would forget about it in the next instant.

The crowd gradually thinned out, and soon they left the bustling and bustling Xuanwu Street, and the mist was still heading south all the way.

Why didn't he chase after him, until he came to a deserted bamboo forest, and the mist had already dispersed? Only the last trace was left. At this time, as if returning to his own home, he threw himself in like a fly, and quickly disappeared into the bamboo forest. .

"In that direction?..." Yuan didn't move his eyes slightly. Through the thick bamboo sea, he vaguely saw a quaint Taoist temple, and he remembered the news he had inquired from other people before, "Is it the Taoist temple?"

The breeze blew through the bamboo sea, the Taoist temple was hidden in the bamboo sea, and a faint breath floated from the wind.

Even though it is so far away, Yuan Buwei can still keenly judge this breath: "...It's the smell of blood."

As Yuan Buwei approached, the aura became stronger and stronger, until a simple Taoist temple completely appeared. Now, in front of him, the blood dripped down the steps, and solidified on the steps like paint. .

At the top of the steps, two Taoist boys dressed in Taoist robes and dressed as boys fell at the door, with all kinds of rubbed scars on their bodies, their faces were pale, and they had been dead for a long time;

Crossing the threshold and entering the Taoist temple, another young Taoist priest fell on the ground next to the incense case, his face twisted and painful, and blood was slowly dripping from his head;

Turning through the side door, an old Taoist dressed in a simple Taoist robe with all black hair fell on the ground, surrounded by scattered Taoist scriptures, he inserted one hand into his own heart, and his face was extremely distorted with hideous.

In the entire Taoist temple, there is not a single living person.

Only that wisp of mist that ran back along instinct.

He didn't use his hands to disperse the last remaining mist, and returned along the path from which he came. He walked steadily, walking past the old Taoist who died by cutting his heart, the young Taoist who committed suicide by hitting his head, and those two. Daotong who tortured himself to death alive on the ground.

——No trauma, no trace of other people coming, it can be seen from various details that these people tossed themselves to death.

- No, it can't be said that they are still themselves. Maybe, the soul in this body has already changed its owner?

"The breath of "dirty" Daowen..."

Without thinking about it, he suddenly raised his head to look in the direction he came from. His gaze seemed to pass through the sea of ​​bamboo, through the mountain of heavy people, and saw the towering palace city.

... just not too long ago, he used it on one person.

And the time of death of these people is at that node.

It's hard not to think that they are one person.

"I was infected by the "dirty" Daoist text in an instant, the soul was shattered in the extreme distortion, and I broke myself..." At this moment, I didn't think a lot of it, "So, these are all Li Mo's sustenance. Soul-splitting body? "

If the demon beside Yuhua Princess is only a fraction of what he has split out, isn't it normal for him to be so weak?

This "dirty" Daoist target is extremely strong against clones, no matter how many parts the soul is divided into, as long as it is the same person's soul, it will be infected in an instant, the soul will be distorted, and eventually it will end in death.

... Then Princess Yuhua? Where is it?

The demon that is entrusted in the body of Princess Yuhua, now? Has it cut itself off? Maybe Princess Yuhua? With a special status, she can suppress this distortion? But this also means that he can no longer leave Princess Yuhua's body. Once he leaves, he will surely die.

Many thoughts flashed in an instant, and I was looking forward to the eyes looking in that direction.

"...I'm really curious."