Chapter 239: – Qiu Shuijings Funeral
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Chapter 239 – Qiu Shuijing's Funeral
Su Yun fell silent.
Spirit is the essence that people gather, and magical powers are the reflection of spirit.
When Qin Wuling died, his spirit was not strong enough, and when it attached to external objects, it could only become a demon, spirit, or monster.
Han Jun, who is now the Xue Qingfu, sent Qin Wuling's spirit into his pen, turning him into a pen monster, no different from other monsters.
Other monsters, such as Hua Hu and Qing Qiuyue, are also the spirits of Ling Shi attached to foxes. They have no past lives, and they are themselves. The only connection to their past lives is that they occasionally feel that something is familiar in their memories, as if they have done or experienced it before.
Sometimes, they also remember fragments of their past lives, but they are no longer the same person as before.
Dan Qing, the pen monster, is also like this.
He was sold to Cen Shengren, who went to the capital to take the imperial examination when he was young. Cen Shengren had a good relationship with Dao Saint and Holy Buddha at that time, and he pointed Dan Qing and took him as his disciple.
Even if Dan Qing awakened Qin Wuling's memory, it had nothing to do with him. For him, it was just an experience in life, just like Ying Ying now.
Wen Guanshan said that Qin Wuling was dead, and he was a wonderful pen and ink. This was the reason.
"So, teacher, how did Wen Sheng die?"
Su Yun asked, "Cen Sheng investigated Dan Qing's death, but he committed suicide outside Tianmen Town. How did he die? I saw Wen Sheng's body in your study and saw many terrible things. How do you explain this?"
"You are very close to the truth."
Wen Guanshan glanced at the shadow behind him and smiled, "If I can survive this disaster, I will tell you the truth. If I can't, then this secret will be buried with me in the dust."
Su Yun raised his eyebrows and looked at the frozen body of the girl behind him, "Teacher, we are only two steps away from each other. Perhaps the disciple can turn the teacher into dust now."
Wen Guanshan said lightly, "With the power of the Ying Long inside you? Child, before you master the power of Ying Long, I can kill you and kill Ying Ying in your spiritual realm."
The two fell silent.
Ying Ying was so nervous that she broke out in a cold sweat.
Su Yun stood up and said goodbye, "Take care of yourself, teacher."
Wen Guanshan stared at his shadow, and there was a hint of killing intent in his eyes. He wanted to make a move but held back.
The shadow of Su Yun on the ground was like the legendary war god Ying Long, with a powerful and strange power that made him unpredictable.
"The shadow on the ground is like Ying Long. At one point, I thought he was fooling me, using his shallow magical powers to deceive me. But this evil and powerful power..." n0VelUsb.c0m
Wen Guanshan looked at Su Yun's back, his heart full of doubts, "This profound power even surpasses that of a saint. Legend has it that when the ancient emperor encountered the devil king ravaging the land and couldn't win, he prayed and begged the heavens, and the war god Ying Long was sent down from the sky. Could it be that the legend is true?"
"Maha-ha." A strange voice sounded in his ear.
Wen Guanshan heard this voice, and his killing intent completely dissipated.Su Yun walked outside and when he walked out of the Prime Minister's courtyard, he finally heard Ying Ying's voice: "Finally walked out alive. Su scholar, I thought he would really kill you! I didn't expect him to be scared off by your supernatural powers!"
Su Yun was also a little surprised and said, "I didn't expect it either. I originally expected him to test me, but he didn't even try, and was scared off by me."
"Maybe he was beaten too badly by Xiang Liu," Ying Ying guessed.
"I think so too."
Su Yun was very pleased with himself: "The Warm Saint, one of the Four Great Myths, was beaten by me and has a bit of a psychological shadow, which is only natural."
Ying Ying was silent for a moment and suddenly said, "Su scholar, thank you for resolving something that was weighing on my mind."
Su Yun looked up at the sky, exhaled a breath of air, and smiled, "Ying Ying, not only have you resolved something that was weighing on your mind, I have also resolved a great deal of trouble in my heart. From now on, there will be no more obstacles in my Dao heart."
Ying Ying chuckled, "I was worried that you would fall into the demonic path and become like Han Jun, like Qin Wuling, like them, seeing darkness and turning into darkness." She said this with a hint of sadness in her heart.
Wen Guanshan said he was Dan Qing, not Qin Wuling, but in Ying Ying's heart, he was still Qin Wuling, the wise and martial leader.
"How could I become like them?"
Su Yun laughed, "I was just deceived by Mr. Wild Fox, but I also learned a lot of knowledge from him. This is a good thing, why think of it as a bad thing?"
Ying Ying was stunned, "But what you have experienced is much darker than what they have experienced."
She couldn't imagine someone like Su Yun, who grew up in a huge lie, where the people in the town were all ghosts and gods, ostensibly protecting him, but actually owing him too much.
He was subjected to inhumane experiments by these elders he respected since he was a child, and the other children around him were tortured to death by these experiments, only he survived.
When he was blind, he fell into the lies woven by Mr. Wild Fox, who used him to observe Tianmen Town and explore its secrets.
Even Mr. Wild Fox's death was a lie!
The dark life that Han Jun and Qin Wuling experienced was nothing compared to what Su Yun had experienced, but why didn't Su Yun fall into the devil's path as Wu Tong expected?
"Probably because someone opened a skylight for my life and let the sunshine in."
Su Yun thought for a moment and said softly, "When I was put in a coffin, someone dug me out. When I was in Tianmen Town, someone dispersed the clouds and let the sunshine shine on my courtyard. At that time, I had many friends, like Second Brother, like Xiao Fan, like the later encountered Xiao Yao Xue Jie, like you, like Left Envoy, like Mr. Shui Jing, and Idle Cloud Taoist... You all have been really good to me."
"When I left Tian Shi Yuan, although I encountered the case of the Seven Great Aristocratic Families' rebellion, and saw the intrigues and conflicts of the aristocratic families, I also saw people who studied hard and worked hard for the people's welfare."His smile was like sunlight shining through the dark clouds, and he said, "I have seen people spend their entire lives helping the lower-class scholars to have access to education and books, and I have seen people fight for the lower-class citizens. Although my experience has been tragic, I have seen the light. With all of these, why would anyone choose to become a demon?"
Ying Ying was a little confused.
.
Han Jun, Qin Wuling, and Su Yun had all experienced different hardships, but they were all filled with darkness. Why did they make different choices?
"People can live in darkness, but their thoughts cannot sink into darkness. Clear away the dark clouds, and the sunshine will appear. Su Scholar is probably someone who often clears away the dark clouds in his heart," Su Yun said.
Ying Ying felt that Su Yun had admirable qualities, and he had a truly strong heart.
Ying Ying asked, "Wen Guanshan said that he is facing a calamity and can survive it. After that, he wants to talk about old times. Do you know where this calamity comes from?"
Su Yun's gaze flickered as he looked towards the direction of the Jade Emperor Mountain Imperial City.
Ying Ying understood and said worriedly, "Can he survive this calamity?"
Su Yun withdrew his gaze and returned to Xianliang Academy. "Whether he can survive this calamity or not has nothing to do with us," he said.
Ying Ying became anxious. "But the truth..."
Su Yun laughed heartily. "He thinks he can control me with just the truth? What a joke! If he can't survive, then let him die. Let the truth be buried with him. I don't care at all!"
That night, at three in the morning, in the Prime Minister's residence, there was a sudden outbreak of violence. Thieves entered through the main gate with the intention of assassinating the Prime Minister. Ming Wanghai, Fei Hongjin, and other disciples fought bravely against the attackers and were led out of the Prime Minister's residence. Only a few guards remained in the residence.
Some guards rushed out of the residence to report to the authorities, but they waited in vain for the officials to arrive.
In their anxiousness, they saw a red light floating towards them from the sky. The guards thought it was two red lanterns, but upon closer inspection, they realized it was not.
It turned out to be two huge eyes!
The owner of those eyes was like a demon. His eyes were crimson, huge, and covered in thick whiskers that looked like young dragons entangled in his face, which he waved around as he entered the residence and devoured some of the guards. The others ran away in panic.
The demon-like creature entered the courtyard where Wen Guanshan was recovering from his illness. He was about to enter the room when he saw a golden banner hanging above the archway.
The strange creature was shocked when it saw the golden banner and quickly flew into the air. The banner also soared up into the sky.
In mid-air, the two red lanterns and the golden banner floated around. Suddenly, thunder rumbled in the sky, and the two red lanterns went out. A huge head fell from the sky.
The golden banner was about to descend when a golden thunderbolt shot through the sky like an arrow and hit the banner, causing it to fly off in an unknown direction.
At four in the morning, thunder and lightning raged in the sky above the capital, and a heavy rain fell. The capital was shrouded in darkness, and even the Heavenly Dust Lamp was not as bright as before.
On this rainy night, a person wearing a bamboo hat walked into the unguarded Prime Minister's residence. There was no golden banner in front of the archway, so the person easily entered Wen Guanshan's room and stood in front of his bed.A sudden burst of light shone from the Ling Mountain Demon-Suppressing Staff hanging in front of the door!
In just a few rounds, the man in the bamboo hat overpowered the Ling Mountain Demon-Suppressing Staff and pinned it to the ground, then pushed open the door and entered.
As he approached the sickbed, he saw a treasure sword hanging above it, which was the other treasure of Wen Guanshan, the Three-Corpse-Slaying Sword!
The sword hummed as it leapt out of its scabbard, and its light filled the room, flashing like lightning in the sickroom.
After another three rounds, the man in the bamboo hat suppressed the Three-Corpse-Slaying Sword, and it made a clang as it was sheathed.
He walked towards the sickbed, and behind the curtains, Wen Guanshan could be seen suddenly sitting up.
The man in the bamboo hat reached out his palm towards the curtains, suddenly grabbed the sword, turned around, and left without lifting the curtains.
Wen Guanshan behind the curtains was stunned, "Impressive, Mr. Shuijing!"
The man in the bamboo hat went to the door and pulled out the Ling Mountain Demon-Suppressing Staff that was stuck in the ground, taking it with him.
Wen Guanshan lay down, his face dark, "Qiu Shuijing is plotting against me. He really is like a mirror, not leaking a drop of water!"
His original plan was to put the Thousand Words Banner, the Three-Corpse-Slaying Sword, and the Ling Mountain Demon-Suppressing Staff in the coffin, ready for the real target to attack on the second night. But unexpectedly, the person who came was not him, but after these three treasures!
There were only a few people in the world who could outwit him, including Qiu Shuijing.
Therefore, Wen Guanshan immediately guessed that the person behind the situation was Mr. Shuijing!
"It's not so easy to kill me!"
At five in the morning, after the thunderstorm, the sky cleared up, and the night sky was clear with a bright moon and sparse stars. Suddenly, cries filled the air, and bad news came from the Prime Minister's Mansion. One of the Four Great Mythical Heroes of Yuan Shuo, Prime Minister Wen Guanshan, had died of illness.
Most of the civil and military officials in the Eastern Capital had already washed up and were eating breakfast, ready to go to court. Upon hearing the news, they became flustered and rushed to the Prime Minister's Mansion, both to mourn and to gather information.
From five in the morning until daytime and from daytime until the afternoon, people came and went at the Prime Minister's Mansion, and even the emperor personally came to mourn, crying loudly beside the coffin.
The censor Qiu Shuijing also came to mourn, crying so hard that he was out of breath. He insisted on opening the coffin with Fei Hongjin, Zeng Zhensong, and others to see the Prime Minister's face with his own eyes.
"The Prime Minister has gone to heaven, and I want to be buried with him in the same room and follow him after death!"
Qiu Shuijing drew his sword and cried loudly, ready to cut his own throat. Min Wanghai, Fei Hongjin, and others hurriedly stopped him, and amidst the argument, Qiu Shuijing accidentally stabbed the coffin.
The civil and military officials rushed forward to persuade him, and Qiu Shuijing slowly stopped crying, but his shoulders still twitched occasionally, showing that the pain in his heart was difficult to dissipate for a while.
That night, in the depths of the night, the mansion was quiet with only the coffin, and the candlelight flickered silently.
A figure slowly approached under the cover of night and came to the coffin.
The person looked up slowly under the candlelight, took out a mask from his pocket, and snapped it onto his face. The mask immediately became vivid.
"Leader Xue, you once saved my life. Tonight, I'm here to repay you. After tonight, we owe each other nothing, and we'll each fight for the world!""Old friends, old friends, today is Qiu Shuijing's birthday! Click on the author's message below to enter Mr. Shuijing's page, vote for Mr. Shuijing, and receive his medal!
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Chapter 239 – Qiu Shuijing's Funeral
Su Yun fell silent.
Spirit is the essence that people gather, and magical powers are the reflection of spirit.
When Qin Wuling died, his spirit was not strong enough, and when it attached to external objects, it could only become a demon, spirit, or monster.
Han Jun, who is now the Xue Qingfu, sent Qin Wuling's spirit into his pen, turning him into a pen monster, no different from other monsters.
Other monsters, such as Hua Hu and Qing Qiuyue, are also the spirits of Ling Shi attached to foxes. They have no past lives, and they are themselves. The only connection to their past lives is that they occasionally feel that something is familiar in their memories, as if they have done or experienced it before.
Sometimes, they also remember fragments of their past lives, but they are no longer the same person as before.
Dan Qing, the pen monster, is also like this.
He was sold to Cen Shengren, who went to the capital to take the imperial examination when he was young. Cen Shengren had a good relationship with Dao Saint and Holy Buddha at that time, and he pointed Dan Qing and took him as his disciple.
Even if Dan Qing awakened Qin Wuling's memory, it had nothing to do with him. For him, it was just an experience in life, just like Ying Ying now.
Wen Guanshan said that Qin Wuling was dead, and he was a wonderful pen and ink. This was the reason.
"So, teacher, how did Wen Sheng die?"
Su Yun asked, "Cen Sheng investigated Dan Qing's death, but he committed suicide outside Tianmen Town. How did he die? I saw Wen Sheng's body in your study and saw many terrible things. How do you explain this?"
"You are very close to the truth."
Wen Guanshan glanced at the shadow behind him and smiled, "If I can survive this disaster, I will tell you the truth. If I can't, then this secret will be buried with me in the dust."
Su Yun raised his eyebrows and looked at the frozen body of the girl behind him, "Teacher, we are only two steps away from each other. Perhaps the disciple can turn the teacher into dust now."
Wen Guanshan said lightly, "With the power of the Ying Long inside you? Child, before you master the power of Ying Long, I can kill you and kill Ying Ying in your spiritual realm."
The two fell silent.
Ying Ying was so nervous that she broke out in a cold sweat.
Su Yun stood up and said goodbye, "Take care of yourself, teacher."
Wen Guanshan stared at his shadow, and there was a hint of killing intent in his eyes. He wanted to make a move but held back.
The shadow of Su Yun on the ground was like the legendary war god Ying Long, with a powerful and strange power that made him unpredictable.
"The shadow on the ground is like Ying Long. At one point, I thought he was fooling me, using his shallow magical powers to deceive me. But this evil and powerful power..." n0VelUsb.c0m
Wen Guanshan looked at Su Yun's back, his heart full of doubts, "This profound power even surpasses that of a saint. Legend has it that when the ancient emperor encountered the devil king ravaging the land and couldn't win, he prayed and begged the heavens, and the war god Ying Long was sent down from the sky. Could it be that the legend is true?"
"Maha-ha." A strange voice sounded in his ear.
Wen Guanshan heard this voice, and his killing intent completely dissipated.Su Yun walked outside and when he walked out of the Prime Minister's courtyard, he finally heard Ying Ying's voice: "Finally walked out alive. Su scholar, I thought he would really kill you! I didn't expect him to be scared off by your supernatural powers!"
Su Yun was also a little surprised and said, "I didn't expect it either. I originally expected him to test me, but he didn't even try, and was scared off by me."
"Maybe he was beaten too badly by Xiang Liu," Ying Ying guessed.
"I think so too."
Su Yun was very pleased with himself: "The Warm Saint, one of the Four Great Myths, was beaten by me and has a bit of a psychological shadow, which is only natural."
Ying Ying was silent for a moment and suddenly said, "Su scholar, thank you for resolving something that was weighing on my mind."
Su Yun looked up at the sky, exhaled a breath of air, and smiled, "Ying Ying, not only have you resolved something that was weighing on your mind, I have also resolved a great deal of trouble in my heart. From now on, there will be no more obstacles in my Dao heart."
Ying Ying chuckled, "I was worried that you would fall into the demonic path and become like Han Jun, like Qin Wuling, like them, seeing darkness and turning into darkness." She said this with a hint of sadness in her heart.
Wen Guanshan said he was Dan Qing, not Qin Wuling, but in Ying Ying's heart, he was still Qin Wuling, the wise and martial leader.
"How could I become like them?"
Su Yun laughed, "I was just deceived by Mr. Wild Fox, but I also learned a lot of knowledge from him. This is a good thing, why think of it as a bad thing?"
Ying Ying was stunned, "But what you have experienced is much darker than what they have experienced."
She couldn't imagine someone like Su Yun, who grew up in a huge lie, where the people in the town were all ghosts and gods, ostensibly protecting him, but actually owing him too much.
He was subjected to inhumane experiments by these elders he respected since he was a child, and the other children around him were tortured to death by these experiments, only he survived.
When he was blind, he fell into the lies woven by Mr. Wild Fox, who used him to observe Tianmen Town and explore its secrets.
Even Mr. Wild Fox's death was a lie!
The dark life that Han Jun and Qin Wuling experienced was nothing compared to what Su Yun had experienced, but why didn't Su Yun fall into the devil's path as Wu Tong expected?
"Probably because someone opened a skylight for my life and let the sunshine in."
Su Yun thought for a moment and said softly, "When I was put in a coffin, someone dug me out. When I was in Tianmen Town, someone dispersed the clouds and let the sunshine shine on my courtyard. At that time, I had many friends, like Second Brother, like Xiao Fan, like the later encountered Xiao Yao Xue Jie, like you, like Left Envoy, like Mr. Shui Jing, and Idle Cloud Taoist... You all have been really good to me."
"When I left Tian Shi Yuan, although I encountered the case of the Seven Great Aristocratic Families' rebellion, and saw the intrigues and conflicts of the aristocratic families, I also saw people who studied hard and worked hard for the people's welfare."His smile was like sunlight shining through the dark clouds, and he said, "I have seen people spend their entire lives helping the lower-class scholars to have access to education and books, and I have seen people fight for the lower-class citizens. Although my experience has been tragic, I have seen the light. With all of these, why would anyone choose to become a demon?"
Ying Ying was a little confused.
.
Han Jun, Qin Wuling, and Su Yun had all experienced different hardships, but they were all filled with darkness. Why did they make different choices?
"People can live in darkness, but their thoughts cannot sink into darkness. Clear away the dark clouds, and the sunshine will appear. Su Scholar is probably someone who often clears away the dark clouds in his heart," Su Yun said.
Ying Ying felt that Su Yun had admirable qualities, and he had a truly strong heart.
Ying Ying asked, "Wen Guanshan said that he is facing a calamity and can survive it. After that, he wants to talk about old times. Do you know where this calamity comes from?"
Su Yun's gaze flickered as he looked towards the direction of the Jade Emperor Mountain Imperial City.
Ying Ying understood and said worriedly, "Can he survive this calamity?"
Su Yun withdrew his gaze and returned to Xianliang Academy. "Whether he can survive this calamity or not has nothing to do with us," he said.
Ying Ying became anxious. "But the truth..."
Su Yun laughed heartily. "He thinks he can control me with just the truth? What a joke! If he can't survive, then let him die. Let the truth be buried with him. I don't care at all!"
That night, at three in the morning, in the Prime Minister's residence, there was a sudden outbreak of violence. Thieves entered through the main gate with the intention of assassinating the Prime Minister. Ming Wanghai, Fei Hongjin, and other disciples fought bravely against the attackers and were led out of the Prime Minister's residence. Only a few guards remained in the residence.
Some guards rushed out of the residence to report to the authorities, but they waited in vain for the officials to arrive.
In their anxiousness, they saw a red light floating towards them from the sky. The guards thought it was two red lanterns, but upon closer inspection, they realized it was not.
It turned out to be two huge eyes!
The owner of those eyes was like a demon. His eyes were crimson, huge, and covered in thick whiskers that looked like young dragons entangled in his face, which he waved around as he entered the residence and devoured some of the guards. The others ran away in panic.
The demon-like creature entered the courtyard where Wen Guanshan was recovering from his illness. He was about to enter the room when he saw a golden banner hanging above the archway.
The strange creature was shocked when it saw the golden banner and quickly flew into the air. The banner also soared up into the sky.
In mid-air, the two red lanterns and the golden banner floated around. Suddenly, thunder rumbled in the sky, and the two red lanterns went out. A huge head fell from the sky.
The golden banner was about to descend when a golden thunderbolt shot through the sky like an arrow and hit the banner, causing it to fly off in an unknown direction.
At four in the morning, thunder and lightning raged in the sky above the capital, and a heavy rain fell. The capital was shrouded in darkness, and even the Heavenly Dust Lamp was not as bright as before.
On this rainy night, a person wearing a bamboo hat walked into the unguarded Prime Minister's residence. There was no golden banner in front of the archway, so the person easily entered Wen Guanshan's room and stood in front of his bed.A sudden burst of light shone from the Ling Mountain Demon-Suppressing Staff hanging in front of the door!
In just a few rounds, the man in the bamboo hat overpowered the Ling Mountain Demon-Suppressing Staff and pinned it to the ground, then pushed open the door and entered.
As he approached the sickbed, he saw a treasure sword hanging above it, which was the other treasure of Wen Guanshan, the Three-Corpse-Slaying Sword!
The sword hummed as it leapt out of its scabbard, and its light filled the room, flashing like lightning in the sickroom.
After another three rounds, the man in the bamboo hat suppressed the Three-Corpse-Slaying Sword, and it made a clang as it was sheathed.
He walked towards the sickbed, and behind the curtains, Wen Guanshan could be seen suddenly sitting up.
The man in the bamboo hat reached out his palm towards the curtains, suddenly grabbed the sword, turned around, and left without lifting the curtains.
Wen Guanshan behind the curtains was stunned, "Impressive, Mr. Shuijing!"
The man in the bamboo hat went to the door and pulled out the Ling Mountain Demon-Suppressing Staff that was stuck in the ground, taking it with him.
Wen Guanshan lay down, his face dark, "Qiu Shuijing is plotting against me. He really is like a mirror, not leaking a drop of water!"
His original plan was to put the Thousand Words Banner, the Three-Corpse-Slaying Sword, and the Ling Mountain Demon-Suppressing Staff in the coffin, ready for the real target to attack on the second night. But unexpectedly, the person who came was not him, but after these three treasures!
There were only a few people in the world who could outwit him, including Qiu Shuijing.
Therefore, Wen Guanshan immediately guessed that the person behind the situation was Mr. Shuijing!
"It's not so easy to kill me!"
At five in the morning, after the thunderstorm, the sky cleared up, and the night sky was clear with a bright moon and sparse stars. Suddenly, cries filled the air, and bad news came from the Prime Minister's Mansion. One of the Four Great Mythical Heroes of Yuan Shuo, Prime Minister Wen Guanshan, had died of illness.
Most of the civil and military officials in the Eastern Capital had already washed up and were eating breakfast, ready to go to court. Upon hearing the news, they became flustered and rushed to the Prime Minister's Mansion, both to mourn and to gather information.
From five in the morning until daytime and from daytime until the afternoon, people came and went at the Prime Minister's Mansion, and even the emperor personally came to mourn, crying loudly beside the coffin.
The censor Qiu Shuijing also came to mourn, crying so hard that he was out of breath. He insisted on opening the coffin with Fei Hongjin, Zeng Zhensong, and others to see the Prime Minister's face with his own eyes.
"The Prime Minister has gone to heaven, and I want to be buried with him in the same room and follow him after death!"
Qiu Shuijing drew his sword and cried loudly, ready to cut his own throat. Min Wanghai, Fei Hongjin, and others hurriedly stopped him, and amidst the argument, Qiu Shuijing accidentally stabbed the coffin.
The civil and military officials rushed forward to persuade him, and Qiu Shuijing slowly stopped crying, but his shoulders still twitched occasionally, showing that the pain in his heart was difficult to dissipate for a while.
That night, in the depths of the night, the mansion was quiet with only the coffin, and the candlelight flickered silently.
A figure slowly approached under the cover of night and came to the coffin.
The person looked up slowly under the candlelight, took out a mask from his pocket, and snapped it onto his face. The mask immediately became vivid.
"Leader Xue, you once saved my life. Tonight, I'm here to repay you. After tonight, we owe each other nothing, and we'll each fight for the world!""Old friends, old friends, today is Qiu Shuijing's birthday! Click on the author's message below to enter Mr. Shuijing's page, vote for Mr. Shuijing, and receive his medal!
Also, the "Imagining the Strange Events of Lin Yuanxing" activity is still ongoing. Everyone can imagine the hidden plot and future plot development of Lin Yuanxing and post it in the book review area. The ASXS coin reward is very generous! Even if you're too lazy to write, you can come and see other people's imagination and see if your imagination is as great as theirs!"
Chapter 239 Qiu Shuijing's Funeral Su Yun fell silent. Spirit is the essence that people gather, and magical powers are the reflection of spirit. When Qin Wuling died, his spirit was not strong enough, and when it attached to external objects, it could only become a demon, spirit, or monster. Han Jun, who is now the Xue Qingfu, sent Qin Wuling's spirit into his pen, turning him into a pen monster, no different from other monsters. Other monsters, such as Hua Hu and Qing Qiuyue, are also the spirits of Ling Shi attached to foxes. They have no past lives, and they are themselves. The only connection to their past lives is that they occasionally feel that something is familiar in their memories, as if they have done or experienced it before. Sometimes, they also remember fragments of their past lives, but they are no longer the same person as before. Dan Qing, the pen monster, is also like this. He was sold to Cen Shengren, who went to the capital to take the imperial examination when he was young. Cen Shengren had a good relationship with Dao Saint and Holy Buddha at that time, and he pointed Dan Qing and took him as his disciple. Even if Dan Qing awakened Qin Wuling's memory, it had nothing to do with him. For him, it was just an experience in life, just like Ying Ying now. Wen Guanshan said that Qin Wuling was dead, and he was a wonderful pen and ink. This was the reason. "So, teacher, how did Wen Sheng die?" Su Yun asked, "Cen Sheng investigated Dan Qing's death, but he committed suicide outside Tianmen Town. How did he die? I saw Wen Sheng's body in your study and saw many terrible things. How do you explain this?" "You are very close to the truth." Wen Guanshan glanced at the shadow behind him and smiled, "If I can survive this disaster, I will tell you the truth. If I can't, then this secret will be buried with me in the dust." Su Yun raised his eyebrows and looked at the frozen body of the girl behind him, "Teacher, we are only two steps away from each other. Perhaps the disciple can turn the teacher into dust now." Wen Guanshan said lightly, "With the power of the Ying Long inside you? Child, before you master the power of Ying Long, I can kill you and kill Ying Ying in your spiritual realm." The two fell silent. Ying Ying was so nervous that she broke out in a cold sweat. Su Yun stood up and said goodbye, "Take care of yourself, teacher." Wen Guanshan stared at his shadow, and there was a hint of killing intent in his eyes. He wanted to make a move but held back. The shadow of Su Yun on the ground was like the legendary war god Ying Long, with a powerful and strange power that made him unpredictable. "The shadow on the ground is like Ying Long. At one point, I thought he was fooling me, using his shallow magical powers to deceive me. But this evil and powerful power..." n0VelUsb.c0mWen Guanshan looked at Su Yun's back, his heart full of doubts, "This profound power even surpasses that of a saint. Legend has it that when the ancient emperor encountered the devil king ravaging the land and couldn't win, he prayed and begged the heavens, and the war god Ying Long was sent down from the sky. Could it be that the legend is true?" "Maha-ha." A strange voice sounded in his ear. Wen Guanshan heard this voice, and his killing intent completely dissipated.Su Yun walked outside and when he walked out of the Prime Minister's courtyard, he finally heard Ying Ying's voice: "Finally walked out alive. Su scholar, I thought he would really kill you! I didn't expect him to be scared off by your supernatural powers!" Su Yun was also a little surprised and said, "I didn't expect it either. I originally expected him to test me, but he didn't even try, and was scared off by me." "Maybe he was beaten too badly by Xiang Liu," Ying Ying guessed. "I think so too." Su Yun was very pleased with himself: "The Warm Saint, one of the Four Great Myths, was beaten by me and has a bit of a psychological shadow, which is only natural." Ying Ying was silent for a moment and suddenly said, "Su scholar, thank you for resolving something that was weighing on my mind." Su Yun looked up at the sky, exhaled a breath of air, and smiled, "Ying Ying, not only have you resolved something that was weighing on your mind, I have also resolved a great deal of trouble in my heart. From now on, there will be no more obstacles in my Dao heart." Ying Ying chuckled, "I was worried that you would fall into the demonic path and become like Han Jun, like Qin Wuling, like them, seeing darkness and turning into darkness." She said this with a hint of sadness in her heart. Wen Guanshan said he was Dan Qing, not Qin Wuling, but in Ying Ying's heart, he was still Qin Wuling, the wise and martial leader. "How could I become like them?" Su Yun laughed, "I was just deceived by Mr. Wild Fox, but I also learned a lot of knowledge from him. This is a good thing, why think of it as a bad thing?" Ying Ying was stunned, "But what you have experienced is much darker than what they have experienced." She couldn't imagine someone like Su Yun, who grew up in a huge lie, where the people in the town were all ghosts and gods, ostensibly protecting him, but actually owing him too much. He was subjected to inhumane experiments by these elders he respected since he was a child, and the other children around him were tortured to death by these experiments, only he survived. When he was blind, he fell into the lies woven by Mr. Wild Fox, who used him to observe Tianmen Town and explore its secrets. Even Mr. Wild Fox's death was a lie! The dark life that Han Jun and Qin Wuling experienced was nothing compared to what Su Yun had experienced, but why didn't Su Yun fall into the devil's path as Wu Tong expected? "Probably because someone opened a skylight for my life and let the sunshine in." Su Yun thought for a moment and said softly, "When I was put in a coffin, someone dug me out. When I was in Tianmen Town, someone dispersed the clouds and let the sunshine shine on my courtyard. At that time, I had many friends, like Second Brother, like Xiao Fan, like the later encountered Xiao Yao Xue Jie, like you, like Left Envoy, like Mr. Shui Jing, and Idle Cloud Taoist... You all have been really good to me." "When I left Tian Shi Yuan, although I encountered the case of the Seven Great Aristocratic Families' rebellion, and saw the intrigues and conflicts of the aristocratic families, I also saw people who studied hard and worked hard for the people's welfare."His smile was like sunlight shining through the dark clouds, and he said, "I have seen people spend their entire lives helping the lower-class scholars to have access to education and books, and I have seen people fight for the lower-class citizens. Although my experience has been tragic, I have seen the light. With all of these, why would anyone choose to become a demon?" Ying Ying was a little confused. . Han Jun, Qin Wuling, and Su Yun had all experienced different hardships, but they were all filled with darkness. Why did they make different choices? "People can live in darkness, but their thoughts cannot sink into darkness. Clear away the dark clouds, and the sunshine will appear. Su Scholar is probably someone who often clears away the dark clouds in his heart," Su Yun said. Ying Ying felt that Su Yun had admirable qualities, and he had a truly strong heart. Ying Ying asked, "Wen Guanshan said that he is facing a calamity and can survive it. After that, he wants to talk about old times. Do you know where this calamity comes from?" Su Yun's gaze flickered as he looked towards the direction of the Jade Emperor Mountain Imperial City. Ying Ying understood and said worriedly, "Can he survive this calamity?" Su Yun withdrew his gaze and returned to Xianliang Academy. "Whether he can survive this calamity or not has nothing to do with us," he said. Ying Ying became anxious. "But the truth..." Su Yun laughed heartily. "He thinks he can control me with just the truth? What a joke! If he can't survive, then let him die. Let the truth be buried with him. I don't care at all!" That night, at three in the morning, in the Prime Minister's residence, there was a sudden outbreak of violence. Thieves entered through the main gate with the intention of assassinating the Prime Minister. Ming Wanghai, Fei Hongjin, and other disciples fought bravely against the attackers and were led out of the Prime Minister's residence. Only a few guards remained in the residence. Some guards rushed out of the residence to report to the authorities, but they waited in vain for the officials to arrive. In their anxiousness, they saw a red light floating towards them from the sky. The guards thought it was two red lanterns, but upon closer inspection, they realized it was not. It turned out to be two huge eyes! The owner of those eyes was like a demon. His eyes were crimson, huge, and covered in thick whiskers that looked like young dragons entangled in his face, which he waved around as he entered the residence and devoured some of the guards. The others ran away in panic. The demon-like creature entered the courtyard where Wen Guanshan was recovering from his illness. He was about to enter the room when he saw a golden banner hanging above the archway. The strange creature was shocked when it saw the golden banner and quickly flew into the air. The banner also soared up into the sky. In mid-air, the two red lanterns and the golden banner floated around. Suddenly, thunder rumbled in the sky, and the two red lanterns went out. A huge head fell from the sky. The golden banner was about to descend when a golden thunderbolt shot through the sky like an arrow and hit the banner, causing it to fly off in an unknown direction. At four in the morning, thunder and lightning raged in the sky above the capital, and a heavy rain fell. The capital was shrouded in darkness, and even the Heavenly Dust Lamp was not as bright as before. On this rainy night, a person wearing a bamboo hat walked into the unguarded Prime Minister's residence. There was no golden banner in front of the archway, so the person easily entered Wen Guanshan's room and stood in front of his bed.A sudden burst of light shone from the Ling Mountain Demon-Suppressing Staff hanging in front of the door! In just a few rounds, the man in the bamboo hat overpowered the Ling Mountain Demon-Suppressing Staff and pinned it to the ground, then pushed open the door and entered. As he approached the sickbed, he saw a treasure sword hanging above it, which was the other treasure of Wen Guanshan, the Three-Corpse-Slaying Sword! The sword hummed as it leapt out of its scabbard, and its light filled the room, flashing like lightning in the sickroom. After another three rounds, the man in the bamboo hat suppressed the Three-Corpse-Slaying Sword, and it made a clang as it was sheathed. He walked towards the sickbed, and behind the curtains, Wen Guanshan could be seen suddenly sitting up. The man in the bamboo hat reached out his palm towards the curtains, suddenly grabbed the sword, turned around, and left without lifting the curtains. Wen Guanshan behind the curtains was stunned, "Impressive, Mr. Shuijing!" The man in the bamboo hat went to the door and pulled out the Ling Mountain Demon-Suppressing Staff that was stuck in the ground, taking it with him. Wen Guanshan lay down, his face dark, "Qiu Shuijing is plotting against me. He really is like a mirror, not leaking a drop of water!" His original plan was to put the Thousand Words Banner, the Three-Corpse-Slaying Sword, and the Ling Mountain Demon-Suppressing Staff in the coffin, ready for the real target to attack on the second night. But unexpectedly, the person who came was not him, but after these three treasures! There were only a few people in the world who could outwit him, including Qiu Shuijing. Therefore, Wen Guanshan immediately guessed that the person behind the situation was Mr. Shuijing! "It's not so easy to kill me!" At five in the morning, after the thunderstorm, the sky cleared up, and the night sky was clear with a bright moon and sparse stars. Suddenly, cries filled the air, and bad news came from the Prime Minister's Mansion. One of the Four Great Mythical Heroes of Yuan Shuo, Prime Minister Wen Guanshan, had died of illness. Most of the civil and military officials in the Eastern Capital had already washed up and were eating breakfast, ready to go to court. Upon hearing the news, they became flustered and rushed to the Prime Minister's Mansion, both to mourn and to gather information. From five in the morning until daytime and from daytime until the afternoon, people came and went at the Prime Minister's Mansion, and even the emperor personally came to mourn, crying loudly beside the coffin. The censor Qiu Shuijing also came to mourn, crying so hard that he was out of breath. He insisted on opening the coffin with Fei Hongjin, Zeng Zhensong, and others to see the Prime Minister's face with his own eyes. "The Prime Minister has gone to heaven, and I want to be buried with him in the same room and follow him after death!" Qiu Shuijing drew his sword and cried loudly, ready to cut his own throat. Min Wanghai, Fei Hongjin, and others hurriedly stopped him, and amidst the argument, Qiu Shuijing accidentally stabbed the coffin. The civil and military officials rushed forward to persuade him, and Qiu Shuijing slowly stopped crying, but his shoulders still twitched occasionally, showing that the pain in his heart was difficult to dissipate for a while. That night, in the depths of the night, the mansion was quiet with only the coffin, and the candlelight flickered silently. A figure slowly approached under the cover of night and came to the coffin. The person looked up slowly under the candlelight, took out a mask from his pocket, and snapped it onto his face. The mask immediately became vivid. "Leader Xue, you once saved my life. Tonight, I'm here to repay you. After tonight, we owe each other nothing, and we'll each fight for the world!""Old friends, old friends, today is Qiu Shuijing's birthday! Click on the author's message below to enter Mr. Shuijing's page, vote for Mr. Shuijing, and receive his medal! Also, the "Imagining the Strange Events of Lin Yuanxing" activity is still ongoing. Everyone can imagine the hidden plot and future plot development of Lin Yuanxing and post it in the book review area. The ASXS coin reward is very generous! Even if you're too lazy to write, you can come and see other people's imagination and see if your imagination is as great as theirs!"
