Shangxian Cultivation Handbook

There have been a lot of people coming to the Valley of Prey recently, and they are all people from above, so that all the monsters dare not run outside, for fear of being taken away as dolls.

Jiang Junyu stayed with Shen Yuan, always paying attention to the ghostly aura on Shen Yuan.Once this ghost energy is triggered, it is very difficult to get it back.

Lian Su wandered around the Valley of Prey alone for a long time, and found that there was really nothing to do, and coupled with the pent-up energy in her heart, she couldn't calm down no matter what.

It would be a lie to say that she didn't care, Jiang Junyu's words made her care very much, she cared to death.

Suddenly, she remembered what Qing Huan said that day: "Sit quietly in the small window, hold a book and read carefully." Maybe, she can go to the Buddha of the Western Paradise, visit Buddha, recite scriptures, and calm her mind.

With this thought, Lian Su's heart skipped a beat, and she really rushed to the West Heaven Buddha.Doing what you say is better than procrastinating.

All of a sudden, the originally bustling Valley of Prey was completely emptied, and returned to its normal appearance once again.

"Master?" Shen Yuan lay on the bed with her eyes open, "What are you planning?"

Jiang Junyu is making a new fan for himself, the fan bones are ready, and the fan is just about to be painted. At this moment, he is fiddling with cinnabar and preparing to paint the fan: "What do you mean?"

"Meng Po soup is meaningless to me, and it was unintentional for the two of them to leave the Underworld. If you want to suppress the ghost energy, you only have the Phoenix Fire. I know such a simple thing, how can the master not?" Shen Yuan made a ghost For 300 years, it is natural to understand the symbiosis between the heaven and the earth.

"You know what I know but you don't understand that Qing Huan also knows?" Jiang Junku picked up a pen and drew a peach blossom on the fan. "If you know, you are willing to go to the underworld. What kind of mind is Qing Huan, have you ever thought about it?"

Shen Yuan pursed her lips. The person he is today has not changed from the person he was 300 years ago, and he still can't see through the so-called coming and going: "Master... I don't understand."

Jiang Junqian drew a few peach blossoms and put down his pen, folded his hands and fingers under his chin, and turned his head slightly to look at Shen Yuan: "Qing Huan had an incredible idea, trying to escape the punishment of heaven and earth. You don't know, do you?" , Song Xun was the ghost secretary of the underworld 400 years ago, and he was a boatman on the Wangchuan River. Immortals and ghosts, don’t they want to be destroyed by heaven and earth?” In fact, he failed to check Song Xun’s identity thoroughly, but now All the information he got was always correct.

There are too many laws in the world, and no one can violate them.But now Qing Huan wants to go against the sky, so naturally he can't do it too brightly.

Shen Yuan frowned, he didn't quite understand this matter but felt he understood something.

Perhaps, this is a huge conspiracy, and he may be an unimportant pawn in this conspiracy.

"They..." Jiang Junyu turned his head, looked out the window, and smiled, "It's time to come back."

Sure enough, in just a moment, the two had arrived at Shen Yuan's room.

When Song Xun returned to the ground, he felt as if he had been reborn, his peach blossom eyes rolled around, and he seemed a little excited.Turning around, I saw Shen Yuan staring at the top of the bed with wide eyes, and then walked over: "Are you awake? Is there any discomfort?" After saying this sentence, he felt that it was not appropriate, so he asked in another way, " I mean, is there anything you feel comfortable with?"

"...Ah Xun." Qing Huan pulled Song Xun's sleeve, suppressed a smile, and glanced at Shen Yuan, "We found Meng Potang, and you..."

"I won't drink it." Before Qing Huan could finish speaking, Shen Yuan cut off, "I'll forget everything after drinking Meng Po's soup, so what's the point of me staying in this world?"

Song Xun raised his eyebrows: "Wen Tan, I'll drink it if you give it to me."

"That's you." Shen Yuan retorted.

"Okay, okay..." Jiang Junyu stood up, holding the fan he just made, "Whether to drink or not is Shen Yuan's business, Brother Song don't force it."

"Oh?" Song Xun turned around abruptly, stretched out his forearm to strangle Jiang Junku's neck, and pressed him against the wall.The fan fell to the ground with a 'slap', and the two of them stepped on the fan a few times as they advanced and retreated. The fan, which was purely handmade, could not withstand such stepping, but it broke after a few strokes.The peach blossoms on the fan are blooming beautifully, but it is a pity that they are stained with footprints.

"Jiang Junyu, what happened 200 years ago is just that you and I got confused together, so I don't care about you. When we meet again, you and I are brothers..." Song Xun said with an almost grim face, " But now, instead of giving me your sincerity, you have to calculate every step of the way, so don't blame me for turning your back on me!"

Jiang Junqian sneered and didn't struggle: "Song Xun, you are also a smart person, whoever is calculating every step of the way, you can keep your eyes open!?"

These words meant something, how could Song Xun not hear it.However, pretending to be stupid has never been Qing Huan's monopoly, it is Song Xun's forte.

"Who?" Song Xun's Bai Jin loomed on his waist, as if he really wanted to fight.

Jiang Jun gasped, his teeth popped, and he gave him a 'click' in a daze: "It's okay, you and him are no different, you and I have always been strangers. It was like this 200 years ago, and it will still be like this 200 years later."

Who is better for whom is never said verbally, Song Xun is not ignorant of this.But he also knows who made those things 200 years ago.

"You're right." Qing Huan stepped forward, pulled Song Xun's arm down, and the color of his eyes gradually faded until they turned pure white, "My business, Ah Xun's business, I never need you Come and intervene!" Almost instantly, a ray of light flashed by Jiang Jun's ears, and then, the whistling wind reached Jiang Jun's ears.

This is the God of War, the god who broke into Buzhou Mountain alone!

Song Xun's pupils gradually dilated, and the corners of his lips were tightly pursed.He only knew that Qing Huan was a god, but he didn't know that this person was so powerful.Hearing what Hell King of the Underworld said, he didn't make much sense, but now that he saw him at first glance, he knew how powerful this person was.

Such a powerful person... What is the purpose?

He shivered all over, and a chill pierced his spine all the way up to his brain.He felt more and more unable to see through Qing Huan, and even... panicked.

The unknown brings fear, and Song Xun's mind is dazzled by the unknown about Qing Huan.Qing Huan is not Gu Zhiyuan, nor Heng Jing, nor Lu Hesheng, or maybe, Qing Huan is a fusion of these three people.But no matter what, Qing Huan is just Qing Huan, a high god, a high god he has never understood.

Jiang Junyu felt his shoulders sink, and his knees showed signs of weakness.This is Kamui?Sure enough, it is not something ordinary people can bear.

"You are a god, and you are right in everything you say." Jiang Junku almost gritted his teeth and said, "But... so what if you are a god? Fuxi, the great god who can't be resisted by the emperor of the day, what can you do? "He was just stating a fact, but it seemed like a threat, making Qing Huan want to kill the person who provoked him immediately.

No one can defy the great god Fuxi in the prehistoric world. 9000 years ago, Dizhi couldn't do it, so he gave up Jiumu; 9000 years later, Qinghuan...can it?Probably not.

"God Fuxi?" Song Xun's ear was pointed, and he picked out something that wasn't the most important point to ask, "Dizhi? Heavenly Emperor?"

Qing Huan sighed, looked at Song Xun who had a face of 'I want to know the ins and outs', and said lightly: "9000 years ago, the current Emperor of Heaven was still the crown prince. His rights were restricted. At that time, he fell in love with the ghost clan Jiumu, Fuxi was furious when he found out, and the two of them almost lost their wits when the thunder hit the sky on 81. I don’t know what happened in the middle, I only know that later The Emperor of Heaven compromised, and only then did the Emperor of Heaven become what he is today."

These are obscure things, and the scribes of the Heavenly Court will not record them. Even if they are recorded, they will be embellished and put on and on, so that people can't see the whole story.

9000 years ago, Qing Huan had just become a fairy and hadn't yet won the title of God of War, so he couldn't be called an eye-catching fairy.It's quite unusual for him to know so much about such obscure things.

Jiang Junku, on the other hand, didn't understand how Jiang Junku, a member of the Demon Race who was less than a thousand years old, would know the secret history of the Celestial Clan thousands of years ago.

"It's recorded in the annals of the Demon Race." Seeing Qing Huan's puzzled gaze, Jiang Junyu spontaneously explained, "It's more detailed than what you know."

Song Xun twitched the corner of his mouth, and suddenly felt that the people of the Demon Race are really not simple, there are historians and history books.Literate people, well, the demons are still literate people.No, the only person he knew was one of the many cultural people.

At this moment, he actually felt that he was also a cultural person, and his whole person was of a higher level.

"..." Jiang Junyu really wanted to argue seriously, but when he saw Song Xun's unbelievable look, he was speechless and just wanted to slap him to vent his anger.

Shen Yuan, who was lying stiffly on the bed, suddenly felt that he was a superfluous person. After thinking about it, he decided to say something to remind him: "Then...why? Why did the Emperor of Heaven give up on Jiu Mu?" He just wanted to Find a topic at random, but you don't know how obscure your question is.

"Is there any reason?" Jiang Junyu bent down and picked up his fan, feeling a little distressed, "Di Zhi wants to inherit the throne of Heavenly Emperor, of course he can only give up the daughter of the ghost clan. In the present power, he can only abandon the beauties and take the country. "

Shen Yuan pursed her lips, this was not a good reason, but it was impeccable.

Beauty lovers love country more, maybe this is fate, the fate of all emperors.

After Song Xun and Qing Huan left, the underworld suddenly lost the suppression of immortal energy and resumed its original noise.Po Meng went back to the bridge of death to make her own Po Meng soup.

The ghosts formed a long line to get Mengpo soup, and each person took a bowl to forget about human affairs.

"I... can I not drink?"

Hearing these words just after making a bowl of Meng Po soup, Meng Po raised her eyelids, she had encountered this thing too much.He waved his hand, intending to let this person go.

"I still like him very much, and I don't want to forget him..." The ghost seemed to have misunderstood what Granny Meng meant, and explained in tears, "I want to remember every excerpt he watched with me, and I also want to remember him and me. Every old alley I walked through, I think...I want to remember him."

Po Meng raised her head, and the woman in front of her was wearing a red wedding dress with a red line around her neck.She reckoned that the woman was strangled to death on her wedding night.

She reached out and touched the woman's forehead, and a series of memories rushed into Po Meng's mind. She sighed: "Even if it was the person you loved the most who killed you?" Shu, who had a lot of wealth was cheated by the villain, and lost her life and wealth.The so-called old alley excerpt was just a way of deception by that person, not very clever, but he deceived this little girl into a circle.

This kind of thing is very common, Meng Po is not used to it.

The woman was stunned for a moment, and big tears fell on the ground: "...That's the case, I only remember his kindness."

Naturally, there is sincerity in the world, but it's just a wrong payment of true feelings.

Granny Meng laughed and smashed the bowl in her hand, spilling the soup all over the floor: "Next."

That tough guy finally did a good deed, leaving only good memories for this girl, which can be regarded as accumulating virtue.

She suddenly thought of the man many years ago, the man in fluttering white clothes walked farther and farther away with his back to her, leaving only one sentence: "Your sincerity is nothing more than worthless, how can it compare to the position of Emperor of Heaven?" '

How ironic?Back then, she was not even afraid of losing her soul, but she was defeated by this sentence, and she never went to heaven again, willing to be downcast.

Who has never been proud?The pride of youth was broken abruptly, one must know how painful it is.