"How is it impossible? Look at the words in the lower right corner of the scroll?" Cai Cai said.
"Uncle, uncle's uncle. Strange, what does this mean? Could it be that someone who is my uncle made it as a gift to my nephew?" Wan Ling glanced at it and saw the small crooked characters in the lower right corner of the scroll, and said strangely .
"That's not uncle's uncle, it's the small seal character Wan Ling Wan. You originally wanted to write all the two characters Wan Ling, but you gave up the idea after only writing one word." Cai Cai said.
Isn't it? At first glance, that character looks like the character "uncle", but if you carefully distinguish it stroke by stroke, it is clearly the character "wan" in small seal script.
As for why she gave up the idea after writing only one word, Cai Cai didn’t say much, and there was no need to say more: when she started writing ten thousand words like this, was it still necessary to write the word “spiritual” at the end?
Although it was just a divine soul, Wan Ling was still blushing with shame and could not utter a single word.
"Actually, it's just a name, it doesn't have to be so complicated and entangled. Otherwise, it will destroy the Taoist heart." Gu Qingxi said seriously.
Seeing this, she was completely sure that this picture of the devil was the masterpiece of Wanling. After all, she was a closed disciple, and she didn't want to see Wan Ling go astray and go further and further down the wrong path.
"I told him the same thing at the time, but he didn't listen at all. He had to say it in order to appear profound and not to lose Master's face. He also blamed me. He should have persuaded him more." Cai Cai blamed herself. .
"I don't blame you. If you want to blame, you should blame me." Gu Qingxi consoled her.
Indeed, although Cai Cai has extraordinary blood, a spiritual pet will always be a spiritual pet. If Wan Ling insists on persisting, she cannot dissuade him. So if you want to blame, you can only blame yourself, because you haven’t beaten enough.
"By the way, since it is Wan Ling's magical weapon, how could it fall into the hands of the Yuwen family?" Seeing that Wan Ling was so ashamed that he could not even lift his head, Gu Qingxi did not continue to hit him, but instead Qie asked.
If Wan Ling died with her, it wouldn't be surprising if his natal magic weapon fell into the hands of others. However, Wan Ling was clearly not dead. He only stripped off his soul to help her, and his body was still under the care of the eldest disciple. What happened to his natal magic weapon? Will it fall into the hands of the Yuwen family?
"I don't remember this." Cai Cai shook her head and said.
Wan Ling was even more confused. He only recovered some memories with the help of Zhong Licang (Emperor Donghua) and others. He finally remembered his master, but how could he remember so many old things.
"Where did you get this magical weapon?" Gu Qingxi turned his attention to Yuwen Feiyang again.
Then, she froze.
Yuwen Feiyang had stood up before he knew it, and was jumping up and down while performing various spells.
He looks a bit like a dancing master, a bit like a ghost, and his expression is extremely excited.
What are you doing? Was it too painful just now, which hurt your soul, and made you crazy? Gu Qingxi was a little confused.
Yuwen Feiyang was indeed very excited. He didn't want to hand over the Demon Map before because he didn't want to easily expose the Yuwen family's ancestral treasure to too many outsiders.
But now that he has handed it over, of course he has no worries anymore.
Don't forget, there is still a trace of his soul imprint hidden in the Demon Map. As long as he uses it to sacrifice the Demon Map, he can make Gu Qingxi explode and die on the spot without a burial place.
Normally, this would have been something he just thought about, but he was already seriously injured, and was tortured to the point of death by a poison pill from Gu Qingxi. At this time, he was extremely weak.
Only by jumping up and down like this and exerting all his strength to execute magic spells, could he barely gather his consciousness and bring up a trace of spiritual power.
Imagining the image of Gu Qingxi dying tragically in front of his eyes, Yuwen Feiyang became happier and happier with a ferocious smile on his face.
But after dancing for a long time, there was no movement from the Demonic Diagram. Gu Qingxi was still standing in front of her perfectly.
How could this happen? Has the divine soul mark disappeared? But when I handed over the Demon Map just now, I checked it. The soul mark was clearly still there, how could it be possible that it just disappeared?
By the way, it must be because he was seriously injured before and was tortured so badly by that poisonous pill that his spiritual power was insufficient and his consciousness could not be condensed.
After finding out the reason, Yuwen Feiyang jumped even more vigorously, using both hands desperately to perform the magic formula, as if he was crazy about beating chicken feet.
Unfortunately, there was still no movement on the Demon Diagram in Gu Qingxi's hand.
Is he really insane and insane? Seeing that he was still dancing endlessly, Gu Qingxi finally got impatient and kicked Yuwen Feiyang out.
This kind of mental illness is difficult to treat, but easy to treat. It would still be a bit troublesome for the immortal monks, but it would be easy for the demon cultivators.
Anyway, the demon cultivator resists the beating, and if his mind is not clear, just beat him until he wakes up.
"Poof!" Blood spurted out from his nose, and Yuwen Feiyang fell to the ground on his back again.
Why did it fail? Why did the imprint of the soul that was created with so much effort become completely useless in front of her?
Yuwen Feiyang looked up at the sky helplessly, shouting silently in his heart, and two lines of tears burst out of his eyes again, rolling down his cheeks.
Of course he wouldn't know that the destined owner of the Heavenly Demon Diagram was Gu Qingxi's body. Not to mention just a trace of the soul imprint, even if he imprinted all the souls in it, there would never be any movement in the Heavenly Demon Diagram.
"Where did you get this magic weapon?" Gu Qingxi asked again when she saw Yuwen Feiyang crying and crying, but his eyes had returned to clarity and were no longer as crazy as before.
"I heard that the ancestors got it by chance and it was passed down from generation to generation to this day. But it has been so long that no one in the Yuwen family knows where it came from." Yuwen Feiyang said weakly.
Gu Qingxi had already expected this: Judging from the fact that Wan Ling had no memory of this natal magic weapon, it was probably lost tens of thousands of years ago. What could Yuwen Feiyang know about something so long ago?
"Get up, you can go." Gu Qingxi waved her hand and said.
Although Yuwen Feiyang had nothing to do with today's incident, if he lost such a precious ancestral magic weapon, even if he was not beaten to death when he returned, he would definitely have to shed a layer of his skin, and there was no need for her to teach him a lesson.
Walk? Do you think I can still walk like this? Yuwen Feiyang looked at Gu Qingxi with a sad face.
When the master jumped down just now, he used up the last bit of his strength. He couldn't even move his fingers, let alone leave.
"I forgot, you were seriously injured just now. There is a pill here, please take it." Looking at his weak face, Gu Qingxi realized what he was doing and took out another pill to show off. .
What, what did you say, come again! Yuwen Feiyang immediately jumped up like a fish that had just been fished ashore.
A force that came out of nowhere instantly flowed through his limbs and bones.
