The rebirth of the prince and his wife

There are many unexplainable things in this world.

For example, Chu Yu was in a trance when he couldn't speak. In his past life, he always thought it was a dream. Now that he woke up from the dream, his past life memories were in a trance. Only the tenderness and attachment to Gu Youning lingered in his chest.

Besides Gu Youning's time travel, he wanted to hypnotize himself as a dream, saying that he was originally the unfavored concubine of Zuo Xiang's family, and then got involved in the court battle for the heir apparent, and married Wen Wang who was also unfavored At that time, the high-rise buildings and neon modern times that are far away in the memory are a crazy dream he had, but no matter how he hypnotizes himself, he will never be able to offset the 20 years of living in modern times, and those 20 years There are also his close brothers.

Therefore, whether it is Chu Yu or Gu Youning, although they do not admire the theory of superstition, they absolutely dare not disbelieve or disrespect the saying that there are gods above their heads.

Especially in this era of needing to believe in gods, the power of gods is often extremely powerful.

So when they saw Lu Zian shivering and struggling in the corner, and heard him screaming strangely, their first reaction was that Lu Zian was bewitched.

Gu Youning turned to look at the gray-haired real Yunxian, who already had an old lady, and said eagerly, "You did it? What did you do to him?"

"So what if I did it?" Reverend Yun Xian raised his eyebrows indifferently and said, "Originally you wanted to do the same, but... I don't know what's wrong... I can't do anything to you..."

The art of witchcraft can be traced back to the Wuxian tribe at the earliest. Later, the Wuxian tribe was almost wiped out for some reason. Only a small number of families escaped and fled to the Central Plains. Only then did the witchcraft technique spread to the Central Plains.

According to legend, when the founding emperor of the previous dynasty was on the battlefield, there were national teachers under his command who repeatedly used witchcraft to help the battlefield, but later on when the country was established, the national teacher was framed by traitors and imprisoned, and was eventually tortured to death in prison. Afterwards, the truth became clear. The emperor recalled the life-and-death friendship with the national teacher earlier, and felt guilty day and night. He built a requiem tower for the national teacher, buried the body of the national teacher in it, and personally organized the notes of the national teacher during his lifetime. It was written into a book, and later the former dynasty perished, and the Requiem Pagoda was pushed down, and the notes of the national teacher were circulated among the people at that time.

And the most powerful thing here is the afterimage.

The afterimage refers to the lightness kung fu of real Yunxian, who uses the wind and mist between the sky and the earth to add the tricks of light kung fu to achieve rapid speed, while photography is spotless and can take people's lives by using spells as the medium.

The reason why such insidious techniques are called spotless is that the person who has been cursed should have been killed by himself. The person who casts the curse only needs to put the prepared spell on the person who is cursed Then use the surname, very name, who's birth date to activate the spell.

Once the spell is activated, the previous injuries and minor physical ailments of the cursed person will be magnified thousands of times. There are still some physical injuries, and the most feared is the spiritual destruction. If the cursed person has any lingering things in his heart, it will be magnified at this time, and in the end, whether it is guilt or fear, it will eventually grind the person to death.

If an ordinary person has a smooth life, has no faults or faults, has not done anything extremely harmful to nature, and is cursed, at most it is because of being sick for a few days, not being in a good mood, or having bad luck.

But for a person like Lu Zian, who had a rough life and experienced countless lives, if he was cast under this curse, he would undoubtedly die.

He lives on Qingfeng Cliff, although Nanchong Kingdom takes care of all his food, but he cannot avoid contact with people on Qingfeng Cliff. During the day, he went to sit on the stone bench in the courtyard for a while, feeling cold, and got up. He wanted to leave, but unexpectedly the sunburst pouch on his waist fell off. He was stunned for a moment, and just about to bend down to pick it up, when suddenly a pair of bare hands came into view, and he quickly picked up the pouch.

It was a girl, wearing a goose-yellow jacket, who greeted him with a smile on her face, praised his exquisite purse, and then politely returned the purse to him.

It was also embroidered with the rising sun and rising sun, but it was not his original one.

When he had dinner with Xiao Jingyu and they were about to go to bed, he stood in front of the bed and suddenly fell into a trance. He closed his eyes and waited for the dizziness to pass. When he opened his eyes again, the light in front of him was very blurry. , there seems to be a vague figure, and it's not just one.

He suddenly had a splitting headache, he leaned on the bedpost to barely stand still, he felt that the disease was strange and unknown, and he couldn't scream in secret, just about to open his mouth to call out, but found that now he couldn't make a sound at all.

His body also fell to the ground as if he had lost his strength. He struggled to get up, but there was a buzzing in his ears, which made him feel sick, and he couldn't exert any strength. When he looked up again, the ground seemed to be falling Suddenly, there was a figure walking towards him. He thought he had alarmed them, but when he took a closer look, the man was wearing a pair of bright yellow shoes embroidered with Nanchong totem, which were obviously only worn by the king of Nanchong. It was Xiao Jingyu who came, and he looked up when he wanted to speak, but he saw the old King Nanchong who was already dead.

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Slowly, more and more people who died before came one by one, the empress who was buried, the concubine De who was strangled to death in Lenggong, the noble concubine who had her leg broken, the head of the Zhao family who was beheaded, and the one who committed suicide because of him The censor, the maid who died in vain, and even those villains who did all kinds of bad things have also come.

He stepped back in a panic and accidentally knocked off the teacup on the table.

There was a cracking sound, but in his ears, it was like thunder from the sky, and it instantly made him lose his mind.

I can't shout even if I want to, I can only chant the names of these dead people.

Just waiting for Chu Yu and Gu Youning to arrive, most of the three souls and seven souls have been lost.

Xiao Jingyu was terrified, and eagerly shouted his name, but it was useless. Lu Zian's face became more and more ominous, and he had fallen into a nightmare and couldn't extricate himself. Dizzy, and then Nanchong's guards hurriedly brought up the ginseng soup, poured it into him a few mouthfuls with effort, and Lu Zian's complexion in his sleep improved a little.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, only Master Yunxian said with a half-smile: "It's useless, it's the same when he wakes up, unless you tell him not to wake up for the rest of his life."

Sure enough, all the martial arts novels are deceptive. Master Yunxian sounds very fairy-like, like a hermit and compassionate outsider, but in fact he is a bitter old man!

Gu Youning slandered in her heart, then let go of Chu Yu's hand, rolled her arms and was about to go forward to argue, but was stopped by Chu Yu, and asked calmly: "Mr. Why do you want to kill him now?"

As he spoke, Master Yunxian raised his head and looked at him fixedly, his slightly yellowed eyes flashed a gleam of brilliance, and suddenly smiled after a while: "No wonder Yin Ping and Han Yan said that you are similar to Lanzhi, and you are indeed like him. Similarly, Kongyou is full of martial arts and talents, but in the end it is difficult to become a great weapon."

After finishing speaking, he sighed deeply: "Forget it, I shouldn't let you come up the mountain."

He paused, then looked at Lu Zian who was on the bed, and said, "I only removed this talisman, and you will go down the mountain tomorrow, and then come to Qingfeng Cliff and clamor for detoxification, but it will not be so easy to talk about."

As he said that, he stepped forward and tore off the purse from Lu Zian's waist, then raised his hand to let Qingfengya's servant take it out, and said, "Go to the Bagua array in the northwest corner and bury it, and in front of the gate of the side hall in the southwest corner, put the ground Dig out the burnt talisman paper."

The servant took the order and went out with his purse. Master Yun Xian walked up to Lu Zian and stretched out his hand to brush away the hair on his forehead. Xiao Jingyu stared at him nervously, fearing that he would kill Lu Zian suddenly.

"Sure enough, he is a monster. He owes so much debt, and he can live until now."

Master Yunxian sneered, then stretched out his hand to squeeze the true energy in his palm and patted the center of Lu Zian's eyebrows, slowly transferring the true energy into Lu Zian's body.

Seeing Lu Zian's calm face, Xiao Jingyu breathed a sigh of relief, and carefully reached out to wipe the cold sweat on Lu Zian's forehead.

Immortal Yunxian frowned at him, and suddenly exerted force with his fingertips, and a surge of internal force suddenly rushed into Lu Zian's body, instantly causing the unconscious Lu Zian to open his eyes in pain, and spit out a mouthful of blood. The face of the person who came over immediately paled a little, and he felt pain all over his body, as if a hammer had been gouged, and the eyes of the cold-hearted Lu Zian, who never shed tears, were forced to be red.

Xiao Jingyu was shocked, and opened Master Yunxian's hand like lightning, and said angrily, "What are you doing!"

After speaking, he quickly hugged Lu Zian into his arms, patted him on the back to comfort her, and then raised his eyes to look at Master Yunxian again.

"I don't know what enmity the real person has with Zi'an. The real person refuses to help Zi'an get rid of the poison. I can wait and ask for it. But if the real person wants to kill Zi'an again, I will destroy your Nine Lights Palace on Qingfengya Cliff!"

Master Yunxian looked at him, and suddenly tilted his head and pulled out a very blunt and weird smile: "He has no grievances or enmity with me, but I just hate him!"

After speaking, he turned and left with a sneer, his expression and words did not look like an old man over sixty years old, but his back was slightly hunched.