Spirit Realm Walker

Due to the tacit understanding between the two of them on this matter, Lingjun immediately understood who "he" was referring to.

The playboy's expression suddenly twisted, and he felt like "it's true" in his heart. He bit the chewing muscles and said word by word:

"Is it because my mother discovered the truth that he is a fallen person?"

Combined with the fact that the Lord of Stars has defected to the evil camp, Lingjun can only think of this reason.

Zhang Yuanqing shook his head and said:

"With the scheming of the Lord of the Stars and the status of your mother at that time, it is impossible to find out that he is a fallen person. Moreover, the Lord of the Stars is not a fallen person, but his philosophy is different from law."

Lingjun was stunned for a moment, grinding his molar teeth: "Then why did he kill my mother!"

His childhood misfortune and his character flaws caused by the lack of maternal love since childhood were all caused by his biological father. If it was because his biological mother discovered that the Lord of the Stars was a fallen person, Lingjun could still accept it. After all, there was a cause and effect.

He could not accept that all his misfortunes were caused by his biological father without any reason.

"This is a doubtful point, and even I haven't figured it out." Zhang Yuanqing said in a low voice, "You have always been concerned about your mother's death and want to know the truth, so I want to tell you before the decisive battle with the Lord of the Stars."

Lest there be no chance.

The origin of the sun has affected his mentality and personality, making him no longer have the flexible moral bottom line as before, but his emotions are still there, but he has become introverted.

Lingjun's facial features suddenly softened a lot. After thinking for a while, he asked:

"How did he do it? Everyone knows that my mother died in the dungeon, and even a demigod cannot forcefully enter the dungeon and hunt down the spiritual walkers inside."

Zhang Yuanqing said slowly:

"The source of the stars represents the calculation and deduction of the spiritual realm. If the spiritual realm is compared to a computer, the source of the stars is the central processor. Therefore, it can affect the difficulty of the copy."

Lingjun understood and said bitterly:

"So, he increased the difficulty of my mother's dungeon and let her die in the dungeon without anyone noticing."

Zhang Yuanqing nodded:

"I have also encountered this kind of situation, including the single knights of the Holy See who I mentioned to you. It's just that our background is stronger than your mother, so we survived.

"The Lord of the Stars has many methods, but in the past century, he has never used them in front of outsiders. Therefore, I lost the opportunity to complete the source of the sun, and had no choice but to start the decisive battle in advance.

"I'm deeply sorry for what happened to Lingjun, Teng'er and Feng Yun. Regardless of whether you forgive me or not, you are still my brother."

After saying that, he turned and left.

Lingjun looked at his back, the resentment and anger in his eyes subsided, but the bitterness still remained. After hesitating for a moment, he couldn't help but shouted:

"The person who should apologize is not me, but them."

After a pause, he sighed: "You should also give them an explanation."

Zhang Yuanqing paused for a few seconds and said, "Are they here too?"

Lingjun said "Hmm": "Teng'er was kept in the wooden house in the back mountain by her grandpa, and my aunt is in the basement."

Zhang Yuanqing was about to use the Star Escape Technique when Lingjun's voice came from behind him:

"etc……"

He didn't look back.

A few seconds later, the playboy's whisper sounded in his ears: "We must win!"

Zhang Yuanqing smiled and dissipated into starlight. Immediately, a wooden house on the cliff appeared more than ten kilometers away. This wooden house was two stories high and stood on a steep cliff with unique scenery.

The wooden house was entangled with green vines, and the doors and windows were sealed, leaving no gaps exposed.

"Elder Miao is such a stubborn old man, why not send him back to the spiritual realm..." Zhang Yuanqing sighed in a low voice and walked towards the wooden house.

The vines that wrapped around the wooden house were annihilated silently and turned into light ashes.

Zhang Yuanqing opened the door and saw a girl lying on a rocking chair in the living room, holding a book in her hand.

She was reading a book to pass the time, but her eyes were empty.

When she noticed that the wooden door was pushed open, Miao Teng'er looked over. They were more than ten meters apart, and their eyes met.

Although they had only seen each other for a few months, Zhang Yuanqing felt sad to see his old friend again after being away for half his life after so many years.

The girl in front of her has brown hair like a waterfall, her eyes are like the eyes of a deer in the forest, and her pointed oval face is beautiful and refined. She combines the beauty and purity of a girl with the charm of a mature woman.

Her appearance was the same as before, but she had lost a lot of weight.

Teng'er jumped up from the rocking chair, her movements were large, her steps staggered, and she almost fell.

But her eyes were always fixed on Zhang Yuanqing without moving even an inch.

She didn't say anything, just stared straight at him, resisting the pressure from the Lord of the Sun.

Zhang Yuanqing knew what she wanted to hear, and whispered in the devil's unique hoarse voice: "I'm back!"

Miao Teng'er burst into tears instantly.

…

Starlight rose at the basement door. Zhang Yuanqing stood in the corridor. Green vines grew out of the white walls, hanging down like bead curtains, blocking the dark black steel security door.

Zhang Yuanqing did not remove the seal, nor did he make a sound. He stood quietly at the door for a few minutes.

Then, turned around and left.

The green vines behind him moved, as if they wanted to keep him, but in the end they hung down weakly.

…

Huadu, Wanbao House!

It was cold and rainy. Fu Qingyang, dressed in a white suit, held a big black umbrella and walked in the simple rain alley of the old city. The rainwater on the tiles formed bead curtains, and the mist wetted the moss in the corners.

Fu Qingyang's white leather shoes stepped in the rain and did not stain the water stains and dust.

Behind him, there are also young men holding two black umbrellas. One is wearing a black mink coat and the other is wearing a black windbreaker. In terms of appearance and figure, they are both "beauties" with great looks.

Behind the three of them was Madoka, who was wearing a mask and a light-colored dress.

Under the leadership of Mr. Qian, the four of them walked through the winding alleys and stopped in front of a small shop.

The folding door of the small shop was closed, and there was a tattered signboard that read: Wanbao House!

Fu Qingyang held an umbrella and kept walking. His body passed through the folding door. The three people behind him followed suit. Passing through the folding door was like walking through a layer of illusion.

In a messy shop that could be compared to a hardware store, Lian Sanyue, wearing a black chest and a black leather jacket, was lazily leaning on an ergonomic chair with his legs crossed and a cigar between his fingertips.

Seeing Mr. Qian coming with an umbrella, Lian Yueyue tutted: "When will Mr. Qian come? Do you want me to give you a blessing?"

Fu Qingyang didn't talk nonsense, he went straight to the point and said:

"How much flint do you have if I can lend you your Hundred Refining Furnace?"

Lian Sanyue pursed her rosy lips and puffed out the mouth of her cigar, exhaling a long puff of white smoke: "How many flints do you want?"

Fu Qingyang said calmly: "As much as you want."

Lian Sanyue said "Yo" and his eyes shone: "It's almost the Chinese New Year. Come to my place to prepare New Year's goods. Tell me, what level of props do you want to practice?"

Zhai Cai stepped forward and placed a green willow branch on the counter.

Lian Sanyue looked intently, the hand holding the cigar suddenly trembled, and he lost his voice: "Three Treasures Clean Branch?!"

Isn’t this the rule-based prop of Elder Miao of the Baihua Club?

The official rules-based props of the ten elders are no secret in the eyes of high-level spiritual realm practitioners. After all, the ten old guys rely on the rules-based props in their hands to defeat all invincible opponents at the same level, establishing a great reputation and establishing their status.

They are reliance, not a means of undermining the bottom line.

Whether it is an evil organization or a spiritual family, there are relevant records. Lian Yueyue, as the direct leader of the Liu family, is naturally familiar with it.

Zhai Cai raised the corner of her mouth and said in a calm tone: "This is a gift from Yuanshi Tianzun. I didn't want it at first, but it's hard to refuse such kindness."

Although he was not familiar with this woman, he still said these words based on instinct.

Lian Sanyue was still immersed in the shocking emotions. It took him a long time to recover and took a deep breath:

"No wonder I need you, Mr. Qian, to come here in person to melt a ninth-level rule-based prop. It's a very important matter."

She thought for a while and said:

"However, I can't guarantee that the Hundred Refining Furnace will be able to remelt regular props of this level. Theoretically speaking, except for demigod items, the Hundred Refining Furnace can re-smelt all props. After all, it is the exclusive refining furnace of Emperor Wa. The weapon refining furnace and Samadhi True Fire of the bachelor profession are the nemesis of all props.

"But this is the first time that I have smelted ninth-level rules-based props, at least the first time since I took control of the Hundred Refining Furnace."

Fu Qingyang said: "Try it. If it works, our props will be refined here. If it doesn't work, ask the Xiahou family head for help."

Lian Sanyue nodded and was about to speak when he was suddenly startled: "Your props?"

She cautiously asked, "What prop?"

Xiahou Aotian chuckled and said: "Each of us has a ninth-level rule-type prop."

Fu Qingyang said lightly: "Two for me!"

Lian Sanyue loosened his fingertips and the cigar fell on the table, sparks flying.

She murmured: "You, where did your rules and props come from?"

"The Nine Elders of Yuanshi Tianzun's liquidation headquarters snatched away all their rules and props." Zhai Cai said with a smile: "Oh, I don't want them, but I have to deal with the garbage for the Lord of the Sun."

Is this garbage still there? Can I help dispose of it? Lian Sanyue stood there, expressionless.

…

Leaving the virgin forest in the outer suburbs of Beijing, Zhang Yuanqing came to the CEO office of Huazi Construction Group Co., Ltd.

Huang Taiji, who was looking down at the documents, felt something in his heart and looked up.

He instantly jumped up from his chair and bowed seriously:

"Huang Taiji has met the Lord of the Sun."

Zhang Yuanqing looked at the serious and stereotyped young man and said with a smile: "Father, why do you need to give such a big gift?"

Huang Taiji smiled bitterly and said, "Stop teasing me."

Zhang Yuanqing opened the inventory and took out a stack of yellow paper talismans: "This is the pure Yang talisman I refined. It is equivalent to the ninth-level rising sun. These are enough for you to protect yourself."

Huang Taiji's face straightened and he took it solemnly, "Thank you!"

Immediately, he sighed again: "Ashamed!"

Zhang Yuanqing looked at him and said with a smile: "Your grandfather is your grandfather, and you are you. Since he doesn't care about our friendship, I naturally won't forgive him because of you. Let's talk about it ourselves."

Huang Taiji nodded and said solemnly:

"We must come back alive."

Zhang Yuanqing smiled and said: "I will, after all, I have neither a boss to rely on nor a foster father to support me."

Huang Taiji felt a little sad for no reason.

After leaving Huang Taiji's office, Zhang Yuanqing went to see Jiang Jingwei and Jiang Ju, then returned to Songhai and came to the glass building behind the Kangyang District Police Station.

This was the first unit he worked in after joining the official. In the words of an official member, it was the place where the legend began.

Zhang Yuanqing stepped into the glass building and looked around. Most of the civilian staff on the first floor were still there, but a few female staff were missing. They did not leave, but died in the last merit point disappearance incident.

He walked up the stairs as if there was no one around. The sisters and aunts on the first floor were oblivious and seemed not to have seen him.

As soon as he climbed to the second floor, he heard Li Dongze's voice:

"Oh, my God, news just came from my superiors that there will be no holiday during the Spring Festival this year, and all staff will be on standby."

After the words fell, the entire office area echoed: "Oh, my God..."

Zhang Yuanqing's eyes slowly swept across the office area, and most of the faces he saw were unfamiliar faces. Only Wang Tai still lowered his head, huddled silently at his workstation in the corner, isolated from the world and free from dust.

In the original second team of Kangyang District, only Li Dongze and Wang Tai were left. Jiang Jingwei, Guan Ya, and the anti-roll fighter Teng Yuan had all been transferred from the second team.

"Why is this..." A girl with exquisite makeup and brown curly hair frowned: "I have been working overtime for two months, and the Spring Festival will continue? My mother said she would introduce handsome guys to me during the Spring Festival."

She was sitting where Zhang Yuanqing once did.

Li Dongze snorted coldly: "Who are you fooling, Little Demon Fairy? Last year, you said that the standard for choosing a mate is Yuanshi Tianzun!"

The girl shook her head repeatedly: "Last year was last year, and Master Tianzun has become a demigod this year. I am still a little self-aware."

A male colleague laughed and said: "It's too small, the structure is too small, Master Tianzun has become a demigod, and he must open up a wide harem, so that you, the little devil, can have a chance. Otherwise, you are not worthy of being promoted by Master Tianzun."

"Go away!" Little Demon Fairy spat at him.

Li Dongze cleared his throat and said seriously:

"The top management of the branch has issued a document. The decisive battle between Yuanshi Tianzun and the leader of Taiyi Sect is about to begin. In order to prevent the evil camp from taking the opportunity to cause trouble, everyone has to work overtime."

After calming down the team members, Li Dongze returned to the office and found an extra sword on the table.

With doubts, he picked up the sword and read the attributes of the item.

Li Dongze was stunned for a moment. He rushed out of the office like crazy and looked around the office area as if he was looking for something.

In the blank and surprised eyes of the team members, Li Dongze looked at the office area with no abnormality, feeling lost.

…

northwest.

In the empty orphanage, the Demon Eye King sat outside the classroom in the cracked corridor, staring at the depressing little playground in a daze.

After an unknown amount of time, he turned his head and looked at the closed door of the orphanage.

The chains were smelted, the iron door opened automatically, and a young man covered in gold paint walked in slowly.

Zhang Yuanqing stopped in front of the Demon Eye King, opened the inventory, put away the remaining ninth-level rule props, and said with a smile:

"Pick one, this is the return on your investment in me."

Demon Eye did not speak, nor did he take any props. He raised his eyes and looked at him indifferently.

Seeing this, Zhang Yuanqing smiled helplessly.

"It seems that you already know the evil god's plot. Indeed, that is more in line with your goal of cleansing the world. Demon Eye, you can also choose to divest.

"You can still choose an item from here to take away."

…

PS: typos should be corrected first and then corrected.