"Xuanzi, did my parents really die at the hands of an evil soul master?"
When the dead silence and buzzing slowly flowed into the room, drowning Xuanzi until he could no longer endure the suffocation, and when he mustered up the courage to take out the chicken legs to break the dead silence, Yan Shaozhe finally spoke.
He spoke for the first time in a day and a night, his voice was hoarse but calm.
He didn't roar out a declaration that he subconsciously didn't want to believe, like "You're all lying to me," and he didn't calmly accept the subsequent inquiry "What do you think of me in the future?" Instead, he asked about an unrelated matter.
No wry smiles, no hysteria.
Xuanzi's pupils reflected a face that was as calm as death.
He raised his hand, but stopped in mid-air on the center line of the coffee table; he opened his mouth, but no sound came out.
I had simulated the words of comfort countless times in my heart, and had been preparing for a long time to laugh and pat the other person's shoulder as usual, but under this strange question, they became the other side of the world.
There seemed to be a sadly thick barrier between them.
"Thinking about it carefully, nearly a hundred years have passed, and their appearances have become blurred in my mind." Yan Shaozhe obviously didn't care whether Xuanzi answered, "Did they really die at the hands of the evil soul master? ?”
Xuanzi could only retract his hand that was hanging in the air, and stared blankly at the blackened grease on his palm and fingertips.
A super Douluo may not care about his image or personal hygiene, but he will never make himself sick when eating. He pays great attention to hand hygiene on weekdays.
But now he didn't care, and he sat there all day and night.
He couldn't return to Yan Shaozhe's problem.
He is not a disciple of Mu En, but a nephew. He and Yan Shaozhe can also be regarded as brothers. The two have worked together for nearly a hundred years, but he also can't remember the appearance of his parents, let alone Yan Shaozhe's. parents;
In Shrek, he is usually responsible for things that are not easy to see. Some of these things don't need excuses and can be suppressed directly with the power of Shrek and Super Douluo, but some of them need an explanation.
The explanation is usually given in the name of evil soul master.
Without him, it would be so useful that the evil soul master would not stand up to refute anything.
Losing his life at the hands of the evil soul master, the evil soul master's conspiracy, and accidentally meeting the evil soul master...
Who can be sure that the evil soul master wasn't an excuse before he took over Shrek's dark side?
The grease is really dark.
So he really couldn't answer.
"I vaguely remember that before I awakened my martial spirit, I seemed to have asked my parents, what kind of martial spirit was in my family? What kind of martial spirit could I be? I was also curious about which generation my powerful martial spirit and soul master talent originated from. Man, does Yan have a powerful ancestor?"
Yan Shaozhe's hand lit up with fire, the flames of the phoenix exactly like his martial spirit Mingfeng.
"I even doubted whether the blood of the Ma family was flowing in my body, so I took Xiao Tao, whose parents could no longer get along due to the defect of the martial spirit, as my disciple. I treated her completely as my daughter, and I have been trying to solve her defect in the martial spirit."
Everything that is ancient and powerful has its origin. There will never be power without a reason in this land. Any strong man whose bloodline can be traced back to the source may be a strong man who was once famous in the mainland, or has been passed down for thousands of years. A thousand-year-old family.
There are too few true first-generation soul masters in this era, and the probability is too small - a first-generation soul master like Lang Bao'er is inherently a low-probability event.
Businessmen's daughters are at the bottom of the contempt chain among soul masters, but what about other groups? Asking a city lord to help awaken the martial soul and help hunt for the soul, can it be solved with just money?
Who can be sure that after a lifetime of savings, you will get the results you want?
How many parents can make such a big gamble in this land that feeds on suffering to live a stable and comfortable life and believe that their daughter will have a bright future?
The Huo brothers and sisters? The Holy Spirit Sect has always been known for its weird methods. God knows what happened.
"It's embarrassing and hard to put into words, but it's also a phoenix, how can you not let me think more about it." Yan Shaozhe's face was still dead silent.
He might once have been a low-probability event, but it was only a possibility.
"Now there is an ancestor who is so powerful that he stands at the top of the continent, but I dare not recognize him." He looked down at the blood stain again.
It turns out that he also belongs to the Holy Spirit Sect.
How many generations do people from the Holy Spirit Church have to pay to be cleansed of original sin?
he does not know.
He once sighed in his heart about the silver-haired boy who came from the Holy Spirit Cult and was brought to Shrek by Moon.
But he didn't know the answer either.
"Go and ask Mr. Mu." When desolation descended on the small room again, Xuanzi's voice finally penetrated the barrier and reached Yan Shaozhe's ears.
The same hoarseness and calmness, so calm that Xuanzi himself could hardly believe it.
However, Yan Shaozhe had already stood up, floating towards the door like a weightless ghost.
"Will you come back to Shrek?" Suddenly, the mysterious Xuanzi asked.
Yan Shaozhe, who had already reached the door, stopped with a long-lost smile on his face.
"Yes, after all, that is the home where I grew up."
…
Moon was still lying on his rickety old rocking chair. Unfortunately, there was no sunset and no boy here, so he picked up a stack of paper that was less than a centimeter thick but could cover his entire abdomen and was looking at it. .
According to the hotel staff, this is called a newspaper, which is updated every seven days for guests in each room.
An instant information carrier, printed by the Sun and Moon Royal Family. Its main audience is the military, traveling businessmen, and soul masters.
Moon likes this kind of reading material.
The brat who hadn't bragged to him for a long time once said that an old man should lean on a recliner, with a fat old cat lying on his lap or a big yellow dog lying at his feet, and a tea cup at hand that can be picked up at any time. It’s best to have a teacup with so much tea stains that the water smells like tea, and then you can hold a stack of newspapers and brag to your children about the past while reading the newspapers at sunset.
Perfect senior living.
There was nothing he could do about the cat and dog Moon. No matter how bright his martial spirit was, he was still a dragon, and small animals would not last long by his side. There was nothing he could do about a teacup with thick tea stains. He had not been prepared for this in the early years; but he finally saw the newspaper.
It's a pity that the sunset has already set and the child is getting old.
The first page of the newspaper vividly described the Soul Fighting Competition more than ten days ago, and the scraps were about the scandalous behavior of some Douluo Three Kingdoms contestants and spectators in Ming Dou City.
Scroll further down, and there is a recruitment notice for a certain legion: literacy is required, fifteen to thirty years old, with some fighting experience and manual experience; there are also some boys from a certain family in a certain area, and a soul master has appeared. A child with good talent is awarded a certain title by the royal family to his family...
"This thing called a newspaper is really good." Moon put down the newspaper, "It would be great if Shrek could also run such a 'Shrek Newspaper' in the future."
Yan Shaozhe, who had just entered the room, opened his mouth, with a bunch of questions in his stomach like "Did my parents die at the hands of the evil soul master?" "Is the ultimate evil soul master the original Ye Xishui?" , but it turned into: "Master, Shrek probably won't be able to run a newspaper."
"Oh, tell me the reason?" Munn was not surprised by Yan Shaozhe's arrival, but asked with interest.
"Although the students have not paid much attention to this matter these days, it can be seen that the newspaper is obviously something that is read by the general public. Its main purpose is to clarify the administrative plan of the Sun and Moon Chaotang, as well as the mainland Various interesting essays.
"And if we do it, first of all, we don't have the Sun and Moon Empire's nationwide newspaper system, so delivery is a problem. It can only be popular in Shrek City at most; secondly, the Douluo Three Kingdoms don't have as high a literacy rate as Sun and Moon, and the audience won't be able to Many; finally, although the other three countries have always respected Shrek, this kind of thing that may affect power..."
Yan Shaozhe even subconsciously explained the reason as before.
"So it can only be later."
——I don’t know if there is a future.
With a sigh in his heart, Moon moved his gaze to Yan Shaozhe, who had walked to his side and bent slightly.
"Still thinking about what happened last night?" Moon's voice was as old as ever, with an indescribable kindness.
Yan Shaozhe stopped talking and nodded subconsciously. He seemed to have really forgotten what to do and what to say.
"Old man, I used to brag to you about my high-spirited youth. You can probably guess who the old woman was last night." Moon picked up the newspaper again and started talking absentmindedly.
He didn't seem to care about what happened last night, he just thought it was a trivial matter.
"Yes, I roughly guessed it." Yan Shaozhe seemed to be able to nod his head, but his voice was no longer dead, but had a hint of a buzzing sound.
"Have you ever been curious, old man, I have mentioned Long Xiaoyao's martial spirit, my martial spirit, and even some minor characters I met during my travels have also mentioned it, but I have never mentioned Ye Xishui's martial spirit? "He really boasted to many people about his early experiences, more than a thousand tribulations.
Of course, it is the same as what was told to Qianjie, with some distortion.
It's just that this distortion doesn't matter, he doesn't care, and neither do the other two protagonists. After all, no matter how distorted or heavy it is, compared with now, it is as beautiful as a long song composed by a bard through the harp in his hand.
"We discussed it privately and also asked the old man from back then. Of course, it was not for the martial arts, but just to have a more detailed understanding of the master's legendary experience back then." Yan Shaozhe continued to respond angrily.
But there was no answer. The result of the discussion was that it should be an evil martial soul, and the result of the inquiry was also a powerful evil martial soul.
"Old man, I don't know where the martial spirit she used last night came from. The martial spirit she used all the time back then was called Guangming Phoenix. Your Mingfeng martial spirit is Guangming Phoenix with two words missing. In order to avoid some old people of the same generation. What comes to mind through the name of Wuhun.
"After all, the combination of the three of us was quite famous back then. Not everyone may have seen the image of Wuhun, but many people must have heard of the name."
"I thought you would give me a different answer, master." Yan Shaozhe's face was filled with the sadness that should have been there for a long time. Not only did Mu En's words confirm that what Ye Xishui said was true, there was also a sentence I don’t know if I should feel emotional: Those old people of the same generation knew about the Bright Phoenix, but as time went by, they turned into powerful evil spirits.
It turns out that time will really erase all truths, and evil soul masters can only be evil soul masters.
"If I say you are not, will you take it seriously? Will others regard it as the crazy words of an evil soul master?" Moon asked, "Whether you admit it or not, the truth is there, and others do not I don’t care if it’s the truth.”
Yan Shaozhe said nothing and looked at the blood on his hands. Real evidence often cannot speak for itself.
As for everyone else…
Let the good family fall and the dusty women be cleansed.
In fact, it can not only be used to describe a man, but also human nature.
——The bad guys did an inconspicuous good thing, and they cheered; when a trace of dirt appeared in the shadow of the good guys, they still cheered.
What's more, soul masters are actually not good people in the traditional sense.
"I have always told you that the ending is that the three people drifted apart due to a combination of circumstances. Now that you are almost growing up, it's time to tell you the real ending: As a newlywed husband, I sat back and watched and couldn't bear to say anything. Something happened, pushing a close friend into a pit of fire; the newlywed wife achieved her own purpose, being with her beloved and completing her mission.
"The only person whose life has been truly changed and who has entered the darkness is just the fool who has dark attributes but a bright heart and comes with blessings. He has devoted his whole life in one night.
"He is too honest and too gentlemanly."
Moon's wrinkled face also showed a trace of sadness, "A year later, when Ye Xishui sent a message to me to take a child to a certain village, I took it. After all, we were colluded."
"So in your eyes, I haven't grown up yet?" Yan Shaozhe didn't care about the ending. After all, it was already a fact. Instead, he focused on an irrelevant point.
"Qianjie once told me something that I thought was very reasonable - it is not age and cultivation that determine whether a person grows up, but whether he has the awareness to take responsibility." Moon put down the newspaper and stood up.
"I don't understand." Yan Shaozhe thought for a moment and finally shook his head.
He has always had this consciousness of taking responsibility, and he is not even afraid of death.
"Do you really know what you are going to do?" Moon stretched out his hand to pat Yan Shaozhe on the shoulder, but because his waist was too bent, he could only take it back.
Yan Shaozhe leaned down to make it easier for Mu En. He knew that Mu En wanted to pat him on the shoulder, but his face was blank.
"Quit Shrek immediately?" he asked.
Moon didn't pat his shoulder and just sat back.
"I'm going to announce my withdrawal from Shrek right now to preserve Shrek's and your reputation, and then kill everyone who is detrimental to Shrek." Yan Shaozhe seemed to be sure of something, his eyes brightening as he spoke.
"No need." Moon didn't pick up the newspaper this time. He closed his eyes and rocked back and forth on the recliner. "Your first target is that kid, right? There's really no need. He hasn't quit Shrek yet and is still our student. , there is no reason for a teacher to kill a student."
Yan Shaozhe was at a loss again.
"As for reputation, old man, I never have much reputation. How many people have secretly cursed me as a hypocrite, old man? I know it in my heart, and I don't need you to defend it.
"You go back."
"Master, but what's next..." A look of panic appeared on Yan Shaozhe's face. Now that he goes back, what will happen to the various plans made at the beginning of the Soul Fighting Competition, such as the Noumenon Sect?
"Don't talk about any plans, it will be good if you can escape unscathed." Moon's face was full of indifference, "In your current state, how can you help me?
"I can probably guess that if an enemy appears now, what you want is to rush forward and blow yourself up as soon as possible to protect your reputation, right?
"Are you holding me back or helping me?"
Yan Shaozhe opened his mouth, speechless.
"You are almost dead at your age, do you still want to see the child you brought up die first? Don't torment the old man." Moon continued, not caring what Yan Shaozhe thought, "Xuanzi and the others will also go together. Go back and keep me here just to hold me back."
"Can……"
"Goodbye, you can't run away if you can't beat me? Also, except for the kid's four-person team, Wang Dong'er, Ning Tian, and Song Zi, the students will take the rest back with them.
"No one would dare to take action against these seven people."
Countless words of rebuttal seemed to be pouring out, but when they reached Yan Shaozhe's lips, they just turned into one sentence: "Yes."
Moon said nothing and continued to rock the recliner and seemed to fall asleep.
"Master, who is my grandfather?" Looking at the figure that was swaying like an imaginary father, Yan Shaozhe finally remembered what to ask.
He has parents, although he can't remember their appearance, so Ye Xishui is definitely not his mother or something like that. Based on his age, he should be his grandmother.
"Long Xiaoyao." The old voice confirmed his suspicion.
"Although Long Xiaoyao doesn't know that he has a son and a grandson like you."
Yan Shaozhe nodded, suppressed the remaining questions and the unreasonable disappointment, and walked towards the door.
"Do you really know what you are going to do?" The old voice asked this repeated question again.
"Disciple knows." Yan Shaozhe turned around and lowered his head slightly, "You should go back and settle Shrek first to face the coming storm, instead of ignoring the overall situation for the sake of your own reputation."
"No, you don't know." The old voice denied his answer.
"It's time for you to find a chance to meet your grandfather." Then he gave the answer, "And the home you think may not be your home."
Confusion once again climbed onto Yan Shaozhe's face.
"You should have a son of your own and a family of your own. This is true growth."
…
"Have you ever thought that when your home is no longer your home, have you heard the screams of the children? Have you felt that the city is falling apart? Have you noticed that those who succeeded in the conspiracy are grinning..."
boom!
Xiao Hongchen finally couldn't stand the sister who was walking back and forth in the hall, reciting unknown lines in a chanting tone, so he slapped her on the forehead with a book, "Have you had enough?!"
Meng Hongchen took the book as if nothing had happened, and looked at Xiao Hongchen seriously, "I have always felt that this description is very consistent with reality."
"Then there's no need for you to howl from yesterday to now!" Xiao Hongchen raised a vein on his forehead, "I stayed in the studio for more than ten days, and you howled like this as soon as I came out. Isn't your throat dry?!"
There is one saying that is indeed in line with reality and in line with all realities on this land. However, no matter how exciting words are said dozens or hundreds of times, it will only become annoying.
"Oh, no." The serious expression on Meng Hongchen's pretty face was replaced by a smile in the blink of an eye. He took out a candy from his pocket and threw it into his mouth, "Smile, do you want some? Throat lozenges." .”
At the same time, he took out one and handed it to Xiao Hongchen.
"Where did you come from?" Xiao Hongchen took the candy suspiciously.
The habit of carrying candy with him reminded him of someone who was very successful in Shrek and also gained a great reputation in the Soul Fighting Competition, but Meng Hongchen did not have this habit.
In other words, it is her habit to have someone with her bringing candies.
Xiao Hongchen put the candy under the light and looked up, and, throat lozenges?
I have never heard the name of this kind of candy in the Sun and Moon territory. It should be a new variety created by someone.
"I went to the hotel more than ten days ago, and when I came out, I found a bag of candy in my pocket." Meng Hongchen stuck out his tongue, and there was a green candy lying on the red tip of his tongue.
"Has anyone noticed?" Xiao Hongchen was not surprised. He would have been a ghost if he didn't sneak away to meet him.
"Okay, I asked grandpa to help cover up his aura."
Xiao Hongchen breathed a heartfelt sigh of relief. He felt more at ease with the old man following him.
"No, what's wrong with your attitude?" Meng Hongchen looked at Xiao Hongchen's expression and immediately became unhappy, "Do I seem to be such a lighthearted person?"
"I'm not afraid that someone will notice you if you come into contact with him. It's normal for contestants to talk harshly in private before a competition." Xiao Hongchen peeled off the candy coating and threw the green candy into his mouth, "I'm afraid of you. We hadn’t seen each other for a few years, and we happened to be in a hotel, and someone accidentally died.
"With grandpa following you, at least you don't have to worry about whether you are not serious or not."
"Yes, why did I forget that I can still do this?" Not only did Meng Hongchen not show any shame, he made a fist with his right hand and landed on the palm of his left hand. His blue eyes were full of excitement, "Brother, when you said the child's surname will be Is Qian better to be surnamed Hongchen? He probably won’t mind such a trivial matter as the ownership of his surname. Qian’s surname is a bit common, and Hongchen should sound better..."
"Stop." Xiao Hongchen raised his hand to stop his sister from talking, "I don't want to be the villain who stops you. I have one thing to say. Although he and I are considered friends, I still want to warn you: Really Most scumbag men often do not take the initiative, but wait passively.
"Of course, if you don't mind the heat when several people squeeze into one bed, then I, the older brother, have nothing to say."
As soon as these words came out, Meng Hongchen's eyes suddenly shrank.
"Indeed, brother, what do you think I should do?"
"God knows, that's your own fault. Don't ask me. Why don't you go to the captain first to discuss how to face Shrek? I haven't seen him for several years and I can't even understand his soul skills." Xiao Hongchen clapped his hands and walked over. Room door, "It makes me want to go to the Holy Spirit Church to see if I can get any good soul skills to use."
Doesn't anyone realize that I'm playing with the "Evil Doesn't Suppress Right" plot?
(End of chapter)
