not scientific at all

Xu Fangli is dead, and his soul does not exist.

Meng Zangfeng knew this very well in his heart, but the two of them had known each other for 30 years, and they had gone through life and death together.If it wasn't for this, perhaps his status in Jianghu would be higher than it is today, and he wouldn't be trapped in such a ghostly place just because of the sword.

Meng Zangfeng endured the pain in his heart, and followed behind the owner who didn't know whether he was a man or a ghost—if there was a chance for him to see Xu Fangli again, he would go there even if it was a dragon's pond or a tiger's den, but he would feel sorry for his good wife.

He looked at Bai Muxiang apologetically, but saw that she was also looking at him with a gentle expression, and said with a smile: "What can you and I do to be sorry? People like us shouldn't die in bed forever, we can live together , to die in one place is enough."

She sent her voice to her husband's ears by means of sound transmission, and Meng Zangfeng was about to answer, but the owner of Luo Zhuang in front of him gave a sinister smile: "Well said, the virtuous couple love each other deeply, Why is this old man willing to let you separate? Since you are somewhat enlightened, let's go together and refine the Star Emperor Sword for this old man!"

As soon as the hearts of the two were cold, a gust of sinister wind came through their bones. The old owner in front turned around, revealing a cold and pale face with plump cheeks and sharp eyes. He stretched out his hand to press Meng Zangfeng's chest. .

The maids behind him also surrounded him, trapping Bai Muxiang.The flickering yellow light from the lantern hit their faces from bottom to top, forming a strange light and shadow, with naked greed and longing in their eyes, which made people feel frightened.

Master Luo's pointed fingers turned into five sharp swords, piercing Meng Zangfeng's chest.

However, a Qingyue voice resounded throughout the village, the voice seemed to be full of mana, and it swung away the long sword formed by the owner's five fingers, and even shook the maid who trapped Bai Muxiang to the ground.This couple has been through the rivers and lakes for a long time, and they have encountered desperate situations many times. They have long practiced a skill that cooperates with each other. They take advantage of this gap to catch each other and escape.

The road in front of them was covered with layers of mist, and the husband and wife gathered all their energy and fled forward, regardless of whether they were east, west, north, south, or whatever obstacles they encountered.There was always a dark wind biting tightly behind him, and he couldn't tell the speed of his escape in the vast darkness, and his physical strength was also greatly lost——

When Qingjing warned the ghosts in Quanzhuang for the second time, their breathing was disordered and their steps were very heavy.

The dark wind behind them was pressing harder, and the ghosts of the servants and waitresses followed closely behind, whimpering and weeping, and from time to time, a cold touch passed over the backs of their necks.Just when the two were almost in desperation, an anxious voice suddenly sounded from the front, pointing them: "You can't go over there, come up here quickly, hurry up, don't let those ghosts catch you!"

The voice became more and more urgent, and it seemed to faintly shout into people's hearts, making people unconsciously follow the voice.

"Come on, come on."

"Just waiting for you."

"There are two more, two more can come in..."

A sound that seemed to be false and real echoed in the minds of the Meng couple, leading them to a quiet and empty yard, which was completely deserted, and only a low brick hut was built in the middle, the door was closed, but it was Not even a window.

The two couples ran to the door of the hut out of breath, and heard the voice inside getting louder and louder. I don't know how many people called in unison, telling them to "come quickly".

Meng Zangfeng and his wife panicked and stretched out their hands to push the small wooden door.Unexpectedly, the door seemed to be tightly closed, but it was not locked at all, and it opened with a light push, revealing the narrow and bright inner room, with a dry and hot breath rushing towards the face.

"So hot!"

Meng Zangfeng was pushed back a few steps by the heat wave, Bai Muxiang gently supported him from behind, the two of them stood still and looked into the room again, only to find that there were countless people standing crowded together, all stretched He stretched his neck and looked at them anxiously.

The voices of "come quickly" and "just two away" came from this room. The voice was ethereal and majestic. I don't know how many people were calling at the same time. How could there be so many people in such a hut? of?

Thinking of this, Meng Zangfeng stopped for a while, and the dark wind behind him blew past his face, and Master Luo's voice sounded softly: "Hehe, this is the place where the old man practiced his sword, and it is also the place where all the guests The place you want to see the most, since the two of you have already arrived, why do you hesitate to move forward?"

The cold wind blew away the hot air coming out of that room a little bit, Meng Zangfeng cleared his mind, and finally saw the appearance of those people in the room clearly.

They all have pale faces, and their clothes have their own characteristics. You can recognize the identities of a few of them: "Hengshan Yunyan Pan Yuze, Xiangxi Xuejian Ning knows me, Zigong Fairy Yu Hengfeng, Daluo Temple legend Gong elder master Xingyuan..."

These people are all well-established figures in the Jianghu, but at this time they are gently swaying like willows in the wind, making the sound of "come quickly" and "come in quickly" while shaking.

The small room was bright, and there was fire from the crypt at the back, but their eyes were a dead gray with no speck of light, as if a wooden frame was covered with human skin.

Meng Zangfeng held his wife's hand, his heart felt cold.Bai Muxiang's hand trembled slightly, but he pulled him to point forward, and said, "Husband, look—"

Looking in the direction Bai Muxiang pointed, a very familiar figure suddenly appeared behind the layers of gray figures, but instead of standing, the figure was lying on its stomach with both hands on the ground, and its lower body was dragged into a huge deep pit on the ground. pit.

The fire pit was a semi-natural sword furnace. These days, the sword embryos of the Xinghuang Sword were melted in this pit. The existence of this small hut was only to cover up the sky furnace.All the flames and smoke in this room came from the pit. The person who was dragged into the pit was struggling with all his strength, his face was covered with mud and blood, and his beard had been rubbed off so much. Almost invisible.

But how could he not recognize it!

The person who just broke up with me not long ago, but when they meet again in this kind of place, it is almost doomed!

He rushed up to save people, but Lu Si in the pit yelled loudly: "Don't come in! Go and invite Mr. Ying, you can't come in!"

Bai Muxiang braced himself and shouted: "Brother Lu, don't be afraid, Mr. Ying can kill those two ghosts, so he can take care of these, we won't die here!"

Meng Zangfeng had already stepped into the hut first, and walked towards Lu Si.He originally thought that those surrounding people who didn't know whether they were people or ghosts would hinder him from saving people, so he drew his long sword in his hand, but he didn't expect that the group of people not only didn't stop him, but rushed up to hug his waist and hold his legs, trying to kill him. In the fire pit.

Bai Muxiang screamed, and hurried forward to save her husband. Zhuang Zhu sneered beside him and said, "Don't worry, the Xinghuang Sword can't eat so much flesh and blood at one time, eat slowly one by one, it will always be your turn. That Mr. Ying If you don't come, it's fine, if you come, you have to feed him..."

A chuckle in the air interrupted his words.

Everyone's eyes fell on the place where the laughter sounded involuntarily, and saw a light cloud flying low over the roof, and there were two men standing on the cloud: one was Mr. Ying whom they had all met once; The narrow-sleeved Tsing Yi, looking forward to flying, is Lu Pingyuan who should have stayed in the main courtyard.

Master Luo's complexion changed, and he shouted in horror: "Why are you here? Where are Guanshi Luo and my son?"

As soon as Qing Jing flipped his palms, a cloud supported him and fell to the ground; with another wave of his sleeve, a tornado surged from the scorching sword hut, rolled up Lu Si and Meng Zangfeng and fell into the courtyard.The autumn wind blows away the anger in Lu Si's body, calming his scorched leg so that it doesn't hurt so much.Regardless of the pain, he knelt down and kowtowed on the spot, thanking him: "My lord saved my life, but I have an order in the future, and Lu will definitely make a knot in return."

His legs and feet were burnt out by the furnace, he thought that he would never be able to practice martial arts again, so he didn't dare to recommend himself to be Qing Jing's servant, bow down!Body to kowtow.As soon as Qing Jing raised his hand to hold it up, he also held up the Meng family who followed him to salute, took out a pill from his waist and threw it to Lu Si, and said with a gentle smile: "There is no need to be too polite. You have shown me the form The diverse ecology of ghost cultivators, speaking of which, I have benefited from you."

Lu Si thanked her again and again, put the medicine in her mouth, and a piece of black skin suddenly peeled off from her scorched black legs, revealing smooth, pink and tender new skin.

Master Luo said angrily: "What kind of demon method did you use to snatch all my sacrifices? If the Xinghuang Sword cannot be refined, it will be all your fault!"

Qing Jing recalled it carefully, and replied: "It is one of the variants of Qiankun Luoxiu, the 12th case of the second volume of Zhitiange Fluid Dao Law. and other changes, the focus of the exam questions is generally on the flow of aura caused by different variants..."

"What, what?" Zhuang Zhu Luo prepared a big reason, but was blocked by this theory that he had never heard of.

"It really is a fairy..." Bai Muxiang dragged her husband to kneel on the ground, listening to Qingjing's advice.Only Lu Pingyuan was still standing there, looking up at the handsome fairy who was talking in the air, silently writing down the principles he said.

Master Luo got impatient when he heard that, he stretched out his hand and patted the air twice, and shouted: "Sword master, get up, and take down these sacrificial swords for me!"

Qing Jing pulled out the flying sword from his palm, and sneered, "Sword Master? You will put gold on your face, but they are just ordinary ghosts who have gained a little vitality and kept their shape. What kind of sword master are you? Refining the sword and showing it to me!"

"You... bastard! Where's Steward Luo, tell Steward Luo to come over and take this kid down for me!"

Qing Jing lowered his head and smiled: "Don't shout, you can't do a seamless advertisement when you kill him, so I split him apart with a sword."

"Butler Luo is also a dead person?" Lu Pingyuan narrowed his eyes, raised his head and asked, "May I ask Mr. Ying, how did this Master Luo turn people into ghosts and drive those ghosts? Could it be that he is also a practitioner?" ?"

This Daxia Lu is really good at talking, now it's time for the host to introduce!

Qing Jing pressed down his cloud head, reached into the local crowd, let go of his voice, and announced with a smile: "Dear audience friends, fellow Taoists of the Heavens and Worlds, welcome to the Journey of the Heavens and Myriad Worlds program, I am the host Qing scene."

Qingjing?

Isn't Qingjing his son?Isn't this person called Ying Qingguang?

Lu Pingyuan stared at him in surprise, trying to find out the difference from Xiao Qingjing's delicate melon-seeded face, but there was none.

Except for the slightly pointed face, slender eyes, higher nose, and no double chin, this face is exactly the same as the apprentice he brought back with his own hands. It is exactly like a person when he was a child and when he grows up!

Are they father and son, or does Mr. Ying have some special magic that makes him become smaller during the day and become an adult at night?

No, no, he saw Mr. Ying and his son sleeping together before, and even touched that soft and warm body with his own hands. They can't be the same person!

Lu Pingyuan was full of distracting thoughts. While thinking about these messy thoughts, he listened to Qingjing trying to restore the truth about the ghosts in this villa: it turned out that the owner of Luozhuang had already died for the sword when he was refining the sword. There is something spiritual in the sword, keeping his soul alive, and he has become a ghost cultivator.

After his death, he only had an obsession with making swords, and he tricked everyone in the village into the deep pit on the ground to sacrifice swords. In the end, even his own children were not spared, and his wife was locked in the water for stopping him. Pavilion, hanged himself.But all the people in Zhuangzi have become ghost cultivators because of the power of the treasure, and the closer they are to the treasure, the more powerful they will be.Those who guarded their swords day and night for several months, like Zhuang Zhu Luo and Steward Luo, have already reached the state where the cathode generates yang, so they can come out to meet people during the day.

And the more people died in this village, the more yin energy in the whole village, the more suitable for ghost practice.If there is no one to take care of it, at least 30 years, at most a hundred years, a real ghost cultivator will be born in this village.

He has a wide range of knowledge, he has taken hundreds of exams alone, and he has done eighty or ninety questions related to ghost cultivation, if not hundreds, he can fool these ignorant ghosts with random lectures.Zhuangzhu Luo even forgot that he took away the revenge of the human sacrifice, so he put down his body and asked for advice: "How can we 'infiltrate the nine seclusions, transform the yin and embrace the yang'? How can it be 'the soul absorbs the essence, and the soul spits out the pearl'?"

Qing Jing patted the blade of the sword on his palm a few times, with a standard and amiable smile, but his words were extremely mocking: "I have learned the method of ghost cultivation, but why should I point out you, an old ghost with blood on your hands? People are always responsible for what they have done, and so are ghosts, so you see—"

He picked up the sword and took a deep breath. The flames in the tiankeng suddenly rose several meters high, and a red-hot sword embryo jumped out of it. There is a moist light flashing in the majestic flames.

Qing Jing stretched out his hand again, and the gem threw it at him, bringing bright red molten iron and scorching flames, and threw it into his pale and cold chest together.

Lu Pingyuan sternly shouted: "Be careful!"

Master Luo screamed, "Stop!"

The two voices were intertwined, but they couldn't stop the star fragment from melting into Qingjing's chest.The flames were beating on his chest, and the collar was blackened by the high temperature, but the skin was still as soft as goose fat, and even the burnt place did not have any red marks.

Lu Si and Meng's couple looked at this miraculous scene in fear, while Zhuang Zhu rushed forward fiercely, screaming: "How dare you! How dare you snatch the old man's stardust! How dare you destroy the Star Emperor Sword! Refining!"

Qingjing's snow-white face suddenly flushed with blush, his eyes were blurred like drunk, his body swayed slightly, he supported his head and tapped lightly behind Master Luo.

The eyes of the group of new ghosts guarding the stove suddenly became lively, and hatred gradually emerged. Dozens of pairs of eyes fixed on Master Luo, tried to stretch their limbs, and walked towards the door stiffly.

Lu Pingyuan wanted to help Qingjing, but he was thrown up into the clouds with a wave of his sleeves, and the rest of the people did the same, leaving nothing but ghosts on the ground, quietly walking towards Zhuang Zhu Luo outside the door.Qing Jing stomped his feet, and the clouds and mists under his feet were also self-generated. He sat cross-legged on the clouds and pointed to the ghosts below: "I lent you a ray of real sun, but it is to avenge your murder. Don't kill innocent people indiscriminately. Waiting to kill this village Those who harm you, reincarnate themselves!"

The group of ghosts nodded silently, their eyes grew fierce, and they stretched out their solid and flexible hands to grab the owner.

Qing Jing's cloud head flew into the air, and waved the four people to fly to the guest courtyard where they were originally staying. Behind them were the screams of Lord Luo and his subordinates, and the sobs of the murdered people in the martial arts forest.

The ghost language became lower and lower, and finally dissipated, and the cloud also fell outside the door of the guest room.He couldn't wait to push open the door and go in, glanced back, his glistening eyes swept over Lu Pingyuan, and earnestly told: "I want to refine that pearl, you must not come in to disturb it. If you want to leave, just leave. The ghosts in this village cannot get out."

He only had time to say these words before he flew into the inner room, sat cross-legged on the bed, and focused on the truth.

In the hands of Nascent Soul in his lower abdomen, the broken dragon ball was finally inlaid with the last fragment, and it was closed into a complete orb, with precious light flowing and aura flowing on it.As the last piece of beads was put together, countless memories poured into his mind like a tide, little by little, and pieced together into the Ying Qingguang who he always wanted to see again, who was him and not him.

Not at the other end of time, but at the other end of memory, that Ying Qingguang sees through time, looks at himself who will become a snake demon in the future, and smiles and says to Shen Pingshan: "I think even if I am not Ying Long, I must A fine elf."

From that moment on, he had predicted the ending and tried his best to walk the road of no return.