Don't fall in love with a pig killer!

Xie Qiushi only felt his chest jump for some reason, and he couldn't help but feel a little lost.

"If a mortal chooses to practice the way of heaven, he will have to endure ninety-nine and eighty-one days of thunder calamity, quench his bones, and ascend to immortality." Xianjun continued, "If he chooses to climb the tree of life, he will have to endure ninety-nine and eighty-one days of ghost flames burning his soul." , until the flesh becomes ashes, and the soul becomes a ghost."

Xie Qiushi was stunned: "What's the difference between the two?"

"Those who self-denial and self-cultivation, no matter whether they are sentient or not, can follow the righteous path of immortality. And those who indulge in lust, no matter where they are, will fall into karmic fire and turn into ghosts." Yan Chicheng said, "When the ghost way is at its peak , There are many more beasts and monsters walking this way than ordinary people."

Xie Qiushi shook his finger: "Like a vixen?"

Xianjun nodded with a smile.

"According to you, since a hundred years ago, this path has been blocked." Xie Qiushi asked, "Because of the Living Soul Tree?"

Yan Chicheng murmured: "Immortals have immortal bones, and humans have physical bodies. Among the three worlds, there are only ghosts, and there is only a wisp of soul floating in the world, coming and going freely, and doing whatever they want-but this is not free. The clan grows, cultivates, and reproduces, all relying on the living soul tree, and the living soul tree is the 'shape' of the ghost clan."

"'shape'?"

Yan Chicheng looked at him, suddenly stretched out his hand, and picked up a floating feather: "Xie Qiushi, what do you think 'spirit' is?"

Xie Qiushi was taken aback, then subconsciously lowered his head and looked at his fingers.

Xianjun held his wrist, and the slender finger bones held his palm, slowly leading him to stretch out his five fingers, and then gently closed them.

Xie Qiushi only felt a slight numbness in his palm, and then he heard the fairy ask in his ear again: "In this world, is there a 'spirit' or a 'shape' first?"

"I don't know." Master Xie blushed, and whispered, "Do you know?"

Xianjun smiled helplessly: "I don't know either. If there is a 'spirit' first, why can't the soul of spiritual consciousness exist without the 'form'? If there is a 'form' first, why does the ancient stubborn stone have to suffer more? Only through the painstaking efforts and hardships can we give birth to spirituality and heart?"

He spoke these few words very gently, and the hand holding Xie Qiushi trembled slightly as if there was nothing, and the rough scars between the rubbing happened to grind the back of Xie Qiushi's hand.

Xie Qiushi was a little itchy, the little animal withdrew his hand like a "squeaky", stared at him blankly, and muttered a few words indiscriminately, neither of them could hear clearly.

Yan Chicheng didn't delve into it any further, and just returned to the topic lightly: "The ghost clan itself has no body, only soul consciousness, and the tree of living soul is like a mirror, from which we can't see and don't know whether they exist or not. The 'beyond world' projected into the 'this world', so they can see each other, can be perceived by the world, and thus have a 'body'."

Xie Qiushi was stunned: "So if the tree of living souls is gone, they will all disappear too. Back then, when the immortal king wiped out the ghost clan, he could get rid of it so cleanly."

Yan Chicheng hesitated for a moment, then nodded: "The tree of living souls withered a hundred years ago, and now, even if brocade-eating insects can live on their bodies, and golden-haired clothes can manipulate the people, those remnant souls are nothing but evil spirits." A centipede is dead but not stiff, but it is impossible to rebuild the ghost way."

Xie Qiushi listened to him quietly, and then asked again: "You said earlier that Aunt Zhu has fallen into evil spirits, but she has signs of indulgence?"

Yan Chicheng sighed softly: "The tree of life and soul is dead, this road is already impassable, at best it's just going crazy... Anyway, she chose the way herself, so she carries it on her own, and I don't intend to interfere with it."

Xie Qiushi smiled slightly: "Are you afraid of offending others, or do you really don't want brother and sister friendship?"

Xianjun didn't answer, but turned his head and sat on his side with one leg propped up, looking at the sky quietly.

"Hey," Xie Qiushi shook his arm, "I'm ignoring people again."

Yan Chicheng lowered his eyes and said, "Wuling is coming soon."

Master Xie was taken aback, and with a sound of "Ouch", Gu Lu jumped up, put his hands on the awning and looked down, and he saw not far away, green hills stretching, flowing water, clouds and mist, and peach blossoms.

As soon as he was happy, he immediately threw away those weird thoughts not long ago, almost didn't jump up, and Bi Xiao screamed dissatisfied when he stepped on it.

He smiled and rushed to Bi Xiao to apologize, then opened his arms against the wind, and yelled to the distant hills with pleasure: "Disciples and grandchildren! Your master master has returned in triumph, and he is here to save you from the fire! Quickly weeping bitterly, kneeling down to greet—"

He yelled loudly, and Bi Xiao uttered a high-pitched, long cry, which reverberated from the mountains:

"I'm still crying bitterly, kneeling down to greet you—"

"Crying bitterly, kneeling down to greet—"

"Kneel down to greet—"

Xie Qiushi heard it interesting, pulled Yan Chicheng over and laughed, "Xianxian Lord Yan, you also come and shout twice to scare your disciples and grandchildren."

Yan Chicheng looked at him helplessly, raised his finger and flicked his forehead: "I don't have any disciples or grandchildren."

Master Xie didn't listen to him, and shook his arm: "If you marry a chicken, follow the chicken, if you marry a dog, follow the dog. Since you followed me, Shi Daxian, my disciples and grandchildren are your disciples and grandchildren. I will replace them after the Chinese New Year." Ask you for some lucky money..."

Yan Xianjun didn't listen to his nonsense, just laughed at him: "What disciples and grandchildren do you have?"

Xie Qiushi's face froze, he made a grimace, but he still didn't give up, "Yan Lang Yan Geer" screamed for a while.

As soon as Yan Xianjun heard him say "Yan Lang", he knew something was wrong. As expected, Master Xie put on a serious face and said seriously: "You Ming taught to raise brocade insects privately, and drove Cangshan to try to blame me. It's hard for me to argue, and it's hard to appeal for grievances. Now that I've been away for a long time, they're holding my disciples from Wuling again, and they're definitely laying a net to blame me, Xie Qiushi! Yan Lang, Yan Lang, if you don't support me , I really, really don’t know how to get through this calamity, Yan Lang—”

Yan Chicheng looked at Master Xie wanting to cry, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, and sang the song over and over again, knowing that he was full of nonsense, his heart softened half, just about to ask "What do you want me to say?" Let's make a sharp sound!

Xie Qiushi's face darkened as if his face had changed, he raised his right palm, and took a flow arrow in his hand.

"What is this?" Headmaster Xie weighed the feathered arrow and said thoughtfully, "I don't know this guy."

"Lingshan faction." Yan Chicheng frowned, flicked his sleeves lightly, and his ink robe fluttered. For a moment, the wide-sleeved mask caught the sharp weapon that flew in, and shook it down like a celestial girl scattered flowers, " The heaven and earth net you want, isn’t it here?”

"Good guy!" Xie Qiushi was dazzled, "Swords, thorns, whips, arrows...everything is thrown at me. Is this offering to the ancestors or arresting the grandson?"

Xianjun glanced at him: "I'm afraid not."

Bi Xiao hissed angrily, fluttered the crane's wings, and bounced back all the hundred and ten weapons.

Yan Chicheng caressed the crane's neck lightly, his eyes were lingering: "The Wuling sect is headed by five sects, of which the Wuling sect is the most respected, followed by Tianxuanmen, and then Emei, Lingshan, and Qujiang. The three sects are evenly divided."

Xie Qiushi raised his eyebrows: "Oh?"

"Emei thorn, Lingshan arrow, Jiuqu Qingjiang horizontal whip holding the piano." Yan Chicheng said coldly, "These sects never get together because of good things. They are either fighting against differences, or competing with each other."

Headmaster Xie listened carefully, squinted his eyes and looked at his feet, and then laughed: "As expected of the Nether Sect! It's still the most proficient use of 'borrowing a knife to kill'. Thinking about it, since you plan to use the common people as utensils, naturally you should 'use up everything' Its use'."

"Go and understand what they are doing." Xianjun shook his head, his eyes were heavy, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised, "Thank you, master."

"Hey." Xie Qiushi glanced at him in surprise, "You're talking about me, Brother Yan!"

Yan Chicheng broke his skills immediately, smiled slightly, nodded and said: "Thank you, head, follow me down, let me see your ability."