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"As for this place, it is the palace of the Eighty-one Immortal Lord Fucang of Taishan Mansion."

"I have some qualifications in ghost cultivation. After being brought back by the Immortal Lord, I became one of his disciples." Yun Ling looked at Yuan Yihuan and said, "You don't have much grudge against the Immortal Lord, so I There is no need to worry about your life, but you have come to the ghost world, where are the others?"

Yuan Yihuan shook his head, "I'm the only one here."

Yun Ling was stunned for a moment, and then said with a rather self-deprecating smile: "That's right, you are always friends who have experienced life and death together."

After the words fell, the hall fell silent.

There was no deep friendship between them, and they even had a lot of personal grudges because of Yun Zheng. Now that Yun Ling could talk to her calmly, Yuan Yihuan was already surprised.

But Yuan Yihuan still had a little doubt, and she wanted to ask when she saw Yun Ling. She whispered: "Where is Yun Zheng?"

"Dead! His soul is gone, nothing is left."

Yun Ling looked at Yuan Yihuan calmly, "I killed him myself."

She seemed to have found someone to talk to, and without waiting for Yuan Yihuan's reaction, she continued: "After the contract of soul sacrifice was cut off, his incomplete remnant soul was already so weak that it was about to dissipate."

"If I asked Immortal Fucang to take action at that time, I might still be able to save a ray of his soul, but I intercepted his hope and gave his remaining soul to the Immortal with my own hands, so I survived, and he Dead. From this point of view, we are indeed brothers and sisters, we are both greedy for life and afraid of death, heartless and selfish people. "

Yun Ling thought of the joy that filled her heart when Yun Zheng's remnant soul was refined into soul power by Fucang. That joy was buried under the sadness. It was so real, so real that she recalled it now. They all find it incredible.

The fight between brother and sister turns out to be nothing more than a blink of an eye.

Yuan Yihuan lowered his eyes and sighed in his heart: Since it was an act of survival, how could he easily distinguish right from wrong?

Yun Ling looked at the thoughtful Yuan Yihuan and was suddenly curious, "If this happened to you, what choice would you make?"

Yuan Yihuan glanced at her lightly, "I never make assumptions, and I won't let this happen to me."

Hearing this, Yun Ling sarcastically said, "Oh, it's just nice to say it."

Yuan Yihuan said: "Since you disdain me, why do you ask me?"

"Then are you really willing to do so?!"

Yun Ling stepped forward, staring closely at Yuan Yihuan, with a ferocious smile on his face, "You entered the ghost world alone for them, but they will remember you, okay? And you can't go back!"

"Mortals have their souls taken away after death. They enter the underworld through the Huangquan Road, cross the Wangchuan River, step on the Naihe Bridge, and drink Mengpo Soup. Only then can they forget their past events and enter reincarnation again. But ghost cultivators are different. We have walked through the Huangquan Road. I entered Taishan Mansion!"

"Taishan Mansion has no passage to other worlds. If ghost cultivators want to leave the ghost world, they have to enter the underworld except for receiving a contract call. However, the underworld and Taishan Mansion are separated by the River of Forgetfulness, which is full of orphans who do not want to be reincarnated. The ghosts in the soul are filled with violent energy and resentment, and no ghost cultivator dares to come close, because once contaminated with the violent energy, the soul will be affected and gradually lose consciousness. Sooner or later, it will turn into an unconscious violent ghost. The violent ghost is in Taishan Mansion. ...But it’s the most delicious food for ghost cultivators!”

Yun Ling became excited, "Are you still willing to do this? Will you regret blocking this disaster for them?"

"Oh, by the way!" She suddenly smiled evilly, "You like Jing Che, right?"

Yun Ling approached Yuan Yihuan and said with ill intentions: "You said that if you can't go back, will Jing Che still wait for you? How long can he hold on? Maybe he will soon fall in love with another woman, and Your friends will also soon forget you, and then you will become a abandoned person like me!"

"So what?" Yuan Yihuan sneered.

"I'm just a man. If you lose a man, you can find another man. If you lose a friend, you can make new friends. I still have a master and a sect, and I have my pursuits and responsibilities. Maybe I will feel pity or sadness, but I will not give up on myself because of this. Stop me!"

"well said!"

A clear voice came from outside, interrupting the confrontation between the two.

Yun Ling quickly and cautiously glanced at Fucang who came in, stepped aside and saluted, "Immortal Lord."

Fucang passed her directly and said expressionlessly: "Get down."

"Yes."

Yun Ling bowed her head and retreated, but when she stepped out of the palace door, she couldn't help but look back and saw that the female cultivator who followed Fucang in had already gathered next to Yuan Yihuan and was chattering something, but she couldn't listen. to some sound.

She didn't dare to stay any longer and quickly walked out.

Yuan Yihuan glanced at Fucang, who was standing quietly on one side, and then looked at the female cultivator who spoke first, feeling wary.

The female nun has a bright face, the smile between her brows is as warm as spring, her autumn-cut eyes are slightly curved, and she is filled with youthful vitality, making people want to hold the best things in front of her.

She wore a gorgeous purple robe with a complex formation like a five-pointed star printed on it. The skirt under the robe was a bit weird, short in front and long in back, revealing the woman's white arms and thighs, and delicate pendants. Decorated around the waist, against the backdrop of thin clothes, it gives off a hazy sense of sexiness and beauty.

"My name is Qing Zhi, what's your name? Where are you from?" The woman stared at Yuan Yihuan closely, with a strange fanaticism in her eyes.

Yuan Yihuan was surprised by Qing Zhi's enthusiasm, raised his eyebrows and said, "Mingqin, Cangmingjie."

"That's it." Qingzhi rolled her eyes, ran to Fu Cang with a smile, pulled his sleeves and shook him, "Uncle Seventeen, I like her, please give her to me, okay?"

"So you asked me to go all the way to the Immortal Realm, saying there were good things waiting for me, but it was actually to bring you a new favorite?" Fucang's mouth was indifferent, but his eyes were full of indulgence and love.

The eighty-one immortals in Taishan Mansion are all old monsters who have lived for who knows how many years, but they only have four or five younger generations.

Qingzhi is the daughter of Brother Jiu.

When he was still an infant soul, he was taken seriously by a dozen of their brothers.

A group of old monsters who don't even have Taoist companions. It is reported every day that they come to Brother Jiu's house to see her. They hold it in their hands for fear of falling, and hold it in their mouths for fear of melting. Finally, they have raised their ignorant infant souls to what they are today. A pink little girl.

Although the little girl is a bit arrogant, she is also sensible and obedient. She has never caused any big trouble. Unlike the ugly girl from the fifteenth, who makes trouble all day long and is very annoying!

Hey!

Fucang sighed helplessly and feigned anger: "You girl, just because I love you, you can trick me into running errands for you, right?!"

"No!" Qingzhi stood up straight and said seriously: "Uncle Seventeen, I really predicted that you would encounter something good, but it's not because you failed to capture it."

"Is it my fault?" Fucang asked with a stern face.

Qingzhi quickly apologized and said with a smile: "Uncle Seventeen is the best! I helped you write down a hexagram with my father. My niece will be kind to you."

Fu Cang smiled, "Okay, okay, take me away!"