[Sword Three] [Huayang] Continues

Su Yue rushed all the way here non-stop, checked and confirmed that there was nothing she could do to help, and after sitting for a while, she went to Yan Guiling's place to rest.

Yan Guiling invited senior brother to give a few injections of poison, Jiang Yan looked a little better even in his sleep, at least his paper-white lips didn't look so miserable, and the blue and white around his eye sockets also slightly eased, but he still didn't wake up .

Mu Chenfeng sent two Wanhua disciples to the gate of the courtyard, and saw a wheelchair coming from a distance, and a short figure ran towards him with his hands raised:

"Mu Daochang, this is for you." Hualuo's shoulder-length short hair was a little messy, and there was still a little dust on her little black shoes. The bouquet of petals came up to him, "Master said, Daoist Mu took care of senior brother...it's hard work."

Just now Mu Chenfeng saluted towards the gate, but before he could speak, He Niaoyou had already stuffed the bouquet into his hand, and obediently avoided him to visit Jiang Yan.

Master Wan Hua nodded at him, raised his skinny hand to deflect the wheelchair, made way for the two disciples, and brought the person walking behind him to him.

The person who came was a Taoist priest of Chunyang, with snowy eyebrows and white temples, holding a dust whisk and smiling kindly.

Mu Chenfeng only felt that this person was familiar, and after he stroked his beard after the ceremony, he remembered that this person was a good friend of Master Wanhua in Huashan, who had black hair when he appeared in the illusion, and liked to play chess and drink.

Seeing that he was in a daze, the old Taoist didn't say much. He carried the wine gourd into the house familiarly, stood at the door and looked at the sleeping person inside from head to toe several times, and then bowed to lift the hair on the back of his neck. The white hair peeked at a corner of the seal, then shook his head: "I...have never seen this before."

Hearing what he said, Master Wan Hua quickly drove the wheelchair forward, frowning behind his back: "What is the situation, whether it can be saved, please tell me clearly."

"It can't be helped." The old man interrupted him harshly, then cleared his throat and continued, "According to what you said, he can survive without Gu worms, and ten to ten of this is due to the possession of the soul. But his soul was captured Peel it off and seal it, if you can’t transcend it, you will slowly become a dead soul, and if you are not attracted by the soul lamp, how much yang energy is there in this yang world? Ren Er decoction and folk prescriptions are useless.”

"Then how can it be useful?!" Master Wan Hua almost growled.

"Learn from the onmyojis in Japan, set up a spirit-gathering ball to gather spirits and souls, and refine them into ghosts. Or imitate the five poisons to refine corpses, throw the body into the poison pool once, and refine them beyond recognition without decay. Not to be outdone, the old Taoist stroking his beard solemnly replied, "All the methods of my Pure Yang Dao and the methods of orthodox alchemists in the world will not work."

Standing outside the door, Mu Chenfeng could hear clearly. Thinking of Jiang Yan's warning that "this body is evil", he suddenly felt that there was no way out in the world.

"Master..." Niaoyou turned her head at this moment, but still couldn't help shedding tears, "Is senior brother hopeless?"

Master Wan Hua slammed his fist on the armrest of the wheelchair, and looked away almost at the same time.

"In my opinion, don't worry about whether you can save it or not. It's true if you try to wipe off the mark." The old Taoist finally couldn't bear it, and when he felt compassion, he simply said,

"Humans have three souls and seven souls. The spirit possessing form is the soul, and the spirit possessing energy is the soul. The soul is damaged but the five senses are no longer restored, and it can still be nourished. The weakened soul will be foolish and mad, and cannot escape the final elimination. He is so It won't last long in the Yang world, let alone bear a body? Life is extremely easy, and death is as difficult as climbing to the sky. Seeing this situation may have damaged the soul and is very urgent. It is better to wipe off the mark and let him pass away."

"Passing away, maybe it's safe in the soul market?" Mu Chenfeng frowned, staring at the old Taoist's regretful expression, and blurted out, "Maybe we can pass five or six bridges?"

"I didn't expect people from the camp to understand this method." The old Taoist couldn't help being surprised when he saw that he had dabbled in Fang Shi and his party. After looking at his plain appearance several times, he slowly shook his head, "The living soul digging is a branch of the Miao people. Insidious witchcraft is inherently damaging to the soul, not to mention that it is impossible, and it is not easy for the remnant soul to wander alone in the Soul Market, and it is very likely to dissipate. But it is better than the current situation... Sigh, what a pain. "

The old Taoist sighed and disappeared the rest, Mu Chenfeng nodded dumbly, and walked slowly towards Wanhua who was still sleeping behind him, put the half-broken bouquet by the pillow, and knelt beside him watching him sleep peacefully. Yan, I can't feel the sadness, what exists in my heart is nothing but desolation.

It is the last time for him to spend hand in hand with him like this. It is nothing more than the rising of the sun and the setting of the moon, the ticking of the water clock is the punishment of lateness, and it is nothing more than the decoction he drank to ignite the fetters.Ever since Jiang Yan took himself as his son and entered the game to get rid of grievances, he has never left a way out for anyone including himself. He disdains three lives and only takes a scoop.

"Mu Daochang..." Xiao Hualuo sobbed and pulled the corner of his Taoist robe, crying and begging, "Mu Daochang, can you save senior brother? Don't be angry with senior brother, okay? Brother Xiao Song Brother killed him, he had a quarrel with the two big men in blue clothes... You saw it when Grandpa Xiu grabbed you and walked away... Daoist Mu, don't blame senior brother, Daoist Mu... save brother..."

Only the Taoist priest who was the favorite of the senior brother in front of him did not sentence him to death. He Youyou spoke incoherently, and finally cried out of breath, stained his Taoist robe with dirty handprints, and wrinkled it like a is the only hope.

"Okay, Lingao, don't embarrass Taoist Master Mu." Master Wan Hua had already pressed his fingerprints on the lacquered surface of the armrest, and now he managed to stabilize his emotions and waved to Mu Chenfeng, "Follow me, Taoist Master Mu."

Because of Hualuo's plea, Mu Chenfeng thought about it, touched He Niaoyou's head comfortingly, then took the robe away from her hand, and followed the wheelchair to the corner sheltered from the wind.

Master Wan Hua had calmed down, and suddenly looked at him sharply and said: "Yan'er will not harm the sect in his life, and the situation forced him to come here." He paused, frowned and said, "I also Hearing those rumors, there may be some action in a few days. Those two Xinglin disciples have a connection with Kunlun, and they will leave Qingyan Wanhua in a few days, so you go with their car, and I have made arrangements on the way."

"Jiang Yan... Is this what he asked for?" Mu Chenfeng was noncommittal about the escape, and only asked this sentence.

"Since he is for you, you should live at the expense of your life!" Seeing that he was in a trance, Master Wan Hua slapped the handrail and said.

"Live, and then?" Mu Chenfeng asked in a self-deprecating manner, then turned his expression back and said, "Sir, don't you know how many disasters, how many lives he has caused, and how much brotherly blood he has stained?"

"The right and wrong of the camp, don't come to my sect to talk about it!" Shocked by his sudden awe, the master immediately confronted him, "If Daoist Mu has any doubts, you can go to your Chunyang Palace. As a teacher and a member of the sect, He will definitely protect his disciples! If it wasn't for his inability to recover...isn't it enough for him to be like this?"

"This junior has no intention of offending Mr.." Seeing him gritted his teeth angrily, Mu Chenfeng immediately clasped his fists and said sincerely, "Since he is for me, I am also guilty of the same crime. I would like to use this body to deal with him, and I do not intend to avoid it. If he is separated from me by yin and yang, , I fled to the ends of the earth to live for the rest of my life, what's the point?"

After he said that, he was a little sad. Jiang Yan might have foreseen the situation where he would be chased and killed by the wicked and scolded by Haoqi, but he was determined to do it, and he always talked and laughed as if he didn't care. Create a way out of a desperate situation.

It's just that he didn't intend to go this way.

Mu Chenfeng stood up straight slowly, and said under Master Wanhua's surprised gaze: "Thanks to Mr. Meng for reminding me, it's time for me to go back to Mount Hua."

"No!" Master Wan Hua's eyes were like copper bells, and he cut him off, "The two Xinglin disciples had already heard the news when they came, even if they are not far from Chunyang Palace, they will be intercepted and killed halfway."

"Then I implore sir to help me, and ask the elder to lead me the way." Mu Chenfeng turned around and glanced at the figure of the old Taoist immortal, and said again, "I'm afraid the only one who can understand ghosts and gods in this world is Lingxuzi. I want to find it." The method of erasing the imprint, go back quickly."

The old Taoist felt his gaze and couldn't help turning around to watch.Master Wan Hua glanced at the old Taoist, then at Mu Chenfeng's unyielding and resolute body, so he sighed and nodded in agreement.

It was sunny for several days, and the flower branches in Qingyan that had been knocked down by the rain spit out pistils again.

Jiang Yan had been in a coma long enough to wake up this time, and Mu Chenfeng could not be seen when he opened his eyes, only Xiao Hualuo curled up beside him to sleep peacefully.The room was dim, as if it was sunset, and the flower branches beside the pillow were withered, just like his outstretched hand.

Wan Hua's eyes flickered, she retracted her hands into her sleeves, put on her clothes and stood up, moving her body as if she was dragging a heavy burden, it took a lot of time to dress properly, she grabbed the hanging hair and combed it slowly, her hands momentarily controlled Unable to control the weight, the comb pulled a large amount of silver wire.

He was smiling wryly at the long gray hair in his hand, when someone came quickly and casually moved the door away, and saw the comb and hair in his hand on the spot in a daze.

Jiang Yan blinked, looked down at the palm of his hand, then looked up at him through the bead curtain, and then gave a self-conscious smile: "Chen Feng, where have you been?"

His facial features are still elegant, but his gray complexion looks very sick under the slanting sun that leaks through the window lattice.Mu Chenfeng lifted the curtain but did not approach, slowly put the saber in his hand on the ground and sat opposite him: "I went to Chunyang Palace."

Jiang Yan heard the ringing of his waist chain, and smiled even more: "Can you get a way to save me?"

Mu Chenfeng was silent when he heard the words, and then shook his head.

"Oh, if there is any way, I have already used it. As for the method of refining corpses and ghosts, it is better not to use it." Jiang Yan's tone of rejection was unquestionable. After speaking, he moved to his side and slowly stretched out his hand to caress With a slightly tired face from his haste, he said in a warm voice, "When I saved Yuhan, Master said that I had no intention of saving others, because at that time I didn't have the consciousness to bear the fate of another person. But Now that I know it, and I have realized it long ago, this is the price I paid for it, and there is nothing to regret. Daoist Mu, stop wasting your efforts in vain."

"Jiang Yan..." Mu Chenfeng looked at his dull eyes, looked at the dead silence in his eyes and said tremblingly, "At least erase that mark, don't suffer any more."

"I don't care what happens in the future at all!" Jiang Yan let go of him abruptly, and all the smiles he had just pulled out faded away, "You know that I can't stay with you at this time, and there will be no more chances, leaving the remnant soul It's useless. Didn't Lingxuzi tell you?"

Mu Chenfeng's hands on his knees were gradually clenched. Seeing his slightly ferocious face for a while, he stretched out his hand to cover his cold and trembling back, and said in a hoarse voice, "You...you can't see me, can you? ?”

Wan Hua was stunned when she heard the words, she led her hand to his waist where the incense ball was hung, and touched the wet and sticky blood.

The author has something to say: The theory of the soul is a reference to the Taoist theory of reality

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