Master Xiao thinks about those years

The corners of Yan Chen's eyes were dark red, and the water vapor seeped through the eye sockets.

Yoshihisa

The talisman had ravaged enough, and finally he was willing to raise his head.Yan Chen was panting violently, his body trembling violently.He bit his lip firmly, and looked at the talisman in front of him with indomitable spirit.

"What? Don't want to?"

Fu Nian smiled, he looked at the stubborn self-esteem in the eyes of the person in front of him, and there was contempt in the corners of his eyes.

"You...you can do anything..."

"But, you can't..."

As Yan Chen said, biting his lips, he couldn't say the following words.

"What can't be done?"

"Can't it be like this?"

Fu Nian smiled, and gently tore off Yan Chen's belt.

The fingers are loose and casual, like a butterfly wearing a flower.

"Spells!"

Yan Chen's face suddenly turned pale.

Fu Nian was not in a hurry, and bit by bit he lifted his blood-colored clothes, and his cold fingers touched the scorching skin.

At this moment, Yan Chen panicked.

No.

"Do not do this to me……"

As Yan Chen said, pearl-like tears fell from the corners of Yin Hong's eyes.

The tears fell on the cold slate, shining brightly.

Fu Nian's fingers froze, suddenly annoyed and abnormal: "I knew why today, Mo Qing, when I begged you, why didn't you show mercy to me?"

"Sorry……"

"just kill me."

Yan Chen smiled wryly and closed his eyes.

"Want to die? It's not that easy!" Fu Nian froze his fingers and started again.

Yan Chen was terrified, opened his eyes, and tears of despair burst out of his eyes.

"no, do not want……"

"Please……"

He cried, tears streaming down his face after all.

The real Qinghui from the previous life fell into the dust at this moment, tears streaming down his face.

Fu Nian stared blankly at the weeping person in front of him, and suddenly couldn't move his hand full of hatred.

He doesn't know what's wrong.

He hates so much, obviously, it is the person in front of him who ruined the person he loves the most...

But when the person in front of him burst into tears, his heart suddenly ached.

Fu Nian doesn't know how to take care of children, what he is afraid of is children crying.

Then, she was most afraid of Yan Chen crying.

But his master Master Qinghui never cried, except when he sacrificed and left.

However, the person in front of him is neither a child nor his master Qing Hui.

Why is he so afraid?

Fu Nianzheng stared blankly at the person in front of him, wondering what went wrong.

In the end...what went wrong?

The corners of Yan Chenyin's eyes were red, and the eyes were already hazy. He lay down with a dead heart, waiting for the talisman to take away his last self-esteem, but waiting, waiting, suddenly heard a heavy closing sound.

Yan Chen tried hard to open his eyes, only to find that there was no one in front of him.

The high-hanging heart was put down in vain.

Fu Nian walked out with anger, and just stepped into the front of his Qingyan Palace, his eyes suddenly touched a piece of blue.

Meng Huan knelt in front of the door with scars covered with whips, red blood stains all over his body.

"What? Haven't you whipped enough for those hundreds of whips? Do you still have the strength to come up to me and kneel?" Fu Nianzheng had nowhere to vent his anger, and when he saw Meng Huan, he felt even more angry.

"Senior brother... Moqing, he..."

Meng Huan held on, grabbing the corner of Fu Nian's clothes with his hands.

"Don't call me senior brother. What kind of senior brother am I?" Fu Nian sneered.

"Alright, lord, Mo Qing..."

"Dead." Fu Nian said coldly, and walked into the hall.

Hearing this, Meng Huan's eyes widened in vain, and he froze in place.

"Dead, dead..."

He froze in place, a puppet.

Even the sound of the door closing heavily did not shake him a bit.

"Young master, you are still injured, go back."

Zuo Xiang came from the side to comfort Meng Huan.

Meng Huan never moved.

"Young master...why do you do this..."

"Why bother with your own body..."

Meng Huan still didn't move.Seeing this, Zuo Xiang hardened his heart and slapped Meng Huan on the shoulder, sending Meng Huan back to Fengyu Pavilion.

After a while, Zuo Xiang returned to Qingyan Palace where Fu Nian was located.

"Has he gone back?" Fu Nian sat on the ground, leaning against the edge of the bed, and said coldly.

"Don't worry, lord, I have sent the young master back to his palace."

Zuo Xiang nodded and spoke respectfully.

"My lord, the young master is young, so he will inevitably act recklessly, so don't take it too seriously."

"Heh..." Fu Nian sneered, and looked up at Zuo Xiang: "You really feel sorry for him. By the way, your child is almost as old as Meng Huan now, right?"

"Yes, my lord."

"Okay, you go out, I have nothing to do, just bring a pot of wine." Fu Nian waved his hand, leaning his head against the bedpost, and stopped talking.

Zuo Xiang showed worry, but he couldn't say anything more, so he answered "yes" respectfully and then carefully closed the door and went out.

A few minutes later, there was a jug of wine in Fu Nian's hand.

He bit off the red seal, raised his head and poured it into his mouth wantonly.The Adam's apple moved up and down, and the excess wine flowed down his long neck and sank into his clothes.

The wine is scorching hot when it enters the throat, so hot.And the clothes soaked in wine were indeed cold.

After drinking enough, he leaned his head on the side, drooping weakly, his thick eyelashes flickered slightly, casting a shadow under his eyelids.

He didn't know what to do.

My heart is empty, and the last thought is gone.

Did you kill Mo Qing?His master will never come back after all.

So let him go?impossible.

Suddenly nothing but hatred remained in his chest.There is only one red figure left in my mind.

Mo Qing, outside the Yunlai hall, I kneel in front of you and beg you so humblely, why aren't you a little bit soft-hearted?

Is your heart made of stone?

He hated it so much that he wanted to tear up the red figure in his mind, wishing he could be crushed into the dust.

My mind was buzzing, and I didn't know how much wine I drank. Fu Nian shook his hand, and the pottery jar that held the wine fell to pieces with a "bang" on the ground.

The smell of spirits spread instantly, filling the room like despair.

The trapped beast has nowhere to hide.

As if wanting to find relief, Fu Nian staggered to his feet on the edge of the bed, stood there for a while, and walked forward unsteadily.

Pushing open the door of the palace, his figure was immediately hidden in the vast night.

Walking alone, like a beast looking for food.

After a while, he came to a dilapidated courtyard with his not so clear head.

This courtyard is located behind the Qingyan Hall, and its location is hidden, so it is difficult for ordinary people to find it.

Moreover, because Fu Nian once imposed restrictions on this courtyard, even Meng Huan did not know the existence of this courtyard.

To say that the appearance of this courtyard is really unbearable, the roof is dilapidated and the thorns are crumbling.If it wasn't for the blessing of the prohibition, a gust of wind would have been able to blow away this dilapidated house.

At that time, Fu Nian dragged his drunken body, and unceremoniously opened the door of this dilapidated courtyard.

After being hit by this blow, the chai gate shook violently and hurriedly opened, only to see an old adobe house standing in the desolate and messy courtyard under the pouring moonlight.

Fu Nian strode towards the adobe house, opened the door, there were very few things in the house.

There is only one bed and one table.

There was no one on the bed, but there was a dark mass huddled under the table.

The moonlight was bright and clear, reflecting on the black ball, one could vaguely see that it was a boy of fourteen or fifteen years old.

Fu Nian followed the smell of alcohol, and skilfully lifted the young man out from under the table, raised his hand suddenly, and pinned him on the table: "Master's body is gone, what use is it if I want you!"

Following the chaotic and tyrannical movements, there was a crisp crashing sound. It turned out that the boy had two iron chains tied to his feet.

The long chain stretched from the boy's ankle to the side of the bed, as if he had been locked here for many years.

Fu Nian's words were fierce, the young man was already weak and vulnerable to a single blow, and he was already trembling with fright and struggling uneasily after being subjected to such a blow.

There was a pitiful whimpering sound in his throat, as if he wanted to win a chance for himself: "What, what's the matter..."

"What's the matter? His body is gone! Everything is a bamboo basket fetching water!"

"You mean...the remains of Master Qing and Qing Hui...are gone?"

The boy was restrained until he was almost breathless, and it was difficult for him to speak.

Fu Nian was a soulless person at this time, and he couldn't take it anymore when he heard the words "Qing Hui Zhenren", he suddenly let go of the person in front of him, and fell to the ground with a slap.

"there is none left……"

"I can't come back..."

Leaning against the table, Fu Nian covered his face with his hands, closed his eyes and trembled.

The young man was still terrified, and when he was untied, he hurriedly ran away. After a while, he calmed down, and then tentatively opened his mouth with his head in his arms: "No, there is no body, and it's not impossible to revive..."

As soon as this remark came out, the person who fell by the table was shocked, and suddenly raised his head to look at the speaker.

"You said... there is another way?"

"Yes, there is..."

The boy beside the bed opened a pair of terrified eyes. In the dim light, it could be seen that his face was handsome like a poet's, but his hair and clothes were filthy and bloated, and his body was even skinny.

The moment the words fell, Fu Nian's eyes regained their brilliance.

He stepped forward and approached the boy like a life-saving straw: "What can I do?"

"I, I can tell you...but you can't kill me..."

The young man muttered, trying to stay as far away from Fu Nian as possible.

Fu Nian immediately promised for three moments: "As long as you revive my master, I will not kill you, I will set you free and let you go back to Wugu."

"Really, really?"

Hearing the word Wu Gu, a gleam of joy flashed in the terrified eyes of the young man.

Fu Nian naturally agreed, this young man is the holy son he captured from Wugu.Wugu is the place where the witches gather, and the witches are the closest to ghosts. They are good at tricks and can go against the laws of nature to achieve some impossible goals.

For example, the face will remain forever, and another example, the resurrection of the dead.

But everything has a price.

Since the Wu people violate the laws of nature and go against the sky, they are not tolerated by the world. Their bodies are generally extremely weak, and they cannot stay exposed to the sun for a long time.

Many years ago, this race was suppressed by the world and disappeared.

Everyone thought that the Wu Clan was just a legend.

However, Fu Nian relied on his monstrous means to find Wugu, the gathering place of the Wu Clan, and even captured a young man who was regarded as the holy son by the Wu Clan.

And this young man is the one in front of Fu Nian.

"As long as you find Sanshan Yunian, I can resurrect your master."

The young man looked at Fu Nian and spoke timidly.

Fu Nian hesitated: "Yu Nian, what is it?"

The young man paused for a moment, and then said eloquently: "Yu Nian is the most hostile thing in the world. He can recall things that the ghost world doesn't have, such as broken souls. Your master Qinghui Daoist is the spirit of sacrifice. Cursed to death, his soul has long been scattered. But, how can he disappear without a trace? There is no such thing as his broken soul in the ghost world, but there is in the human world."

"you sure?"

The light in Fu Nian's eyes became even brighter.

The young man nodded: "If it was an ordinary person, he would have been reincarnated long ago, but your master died for a sacrifice, and...he is not an ordinary person."

"Then what exactly do these three mountain thoughts refer to?"

"Three Mountains of Remaining Thoughts, as the name suggests, are powerful remaining thoughts from the three mountains. These three mountains are Luocha, Canglan, and Ancient Books. Also, the Three Mountains of Resentment and the resurrection of the body have one thing in common, that is, you must prepare a A person with similar spiritual veins to your master. Your master's body is gone, so a new body must be used to carry his soul."

After the boy finished speaking seriously, he stared at Fu Nian uneasily.

Fu Nian's thoughts drifted away long ago when the young man said "people with similar spiritual veins".

He thought of Mo Qing in the cell.

Mo Qing and his master's spirit veins are relatively similar, so in this way, he must keep him well to prepare for his master's resurrection.

However, Fu Nian didn't want to go to the prison to take that person out.

After all, it was Mo Qing who destroyed his master himself.

After all, he couldn't torture him too hard.

After thinking about it, Fu Nian finally came up with a compromise and asked Jiang Yexiu to check on Yan Chen's injury.

In this way, his life can be saved, and he can stay in the prison and live a good life.

With such a satisfying result, Fu Nian suddenly felt relieved.

He went out after striking a deal with the teenager.

Thinking about it, when is the right time to call Jiang Yexiu to see Mo Qing tomorrow.