The king's tent on the grassland is far taller and wider than the ordinary dome.
The walls made of rough wood are dozens of feet high, and the roof is a huge curtain made of animal skins to protect it from wind and rain.
Gu Xu closed his eyes and practiced in the confinement he had set up, recovering his true energy.
In the cubicle next to him, the previous Khan, who was seriously injured, lay unconscious on the straw mat, and his heavy breathing and painful groans could occasionally be heard.
In Gu Xu's opinion, the wolf people on the grassland are a nation that loves the new and hates the old.
The strong will gain respect and awe from everyone, but the weak will not get any sympathy.
The name of the previous Khan was "Altan", which means "tall and steep mountain". At the peak of his strength, he led the grassland warriors in expeditions east and west, not only killing many powerful monsters and monsters, but also causing a lot of trouble to the border guards of the Da Qi Dynasty.
But at this moment, when he was injured and unconscious and became a disabled person, the prairie barbarians all gathered around the new leader and seemed to have completely forgotten his existence.
His previous illustrious achievements have become misty clouds and smoke, quietly blown away by the wind.
By the time the true energy in Gu Xu's meridians became full again, night had fallen. The cold moonlight shone in through the gaps in the wall, dyeing the ground silvery white.
At this time, Gu Xu noticed that the weapon spirit of Jinghong Pen had grown from a newly born baby girl to a little girl of two or three years old. She was standing on tiptoe with her naked white toes swaying in front of him. Walking around unsteadily.
This girl looks very much like Lu Shiyao.
The delicate skin is as pale as snow, and the pair of black eyes are like a deep pool of tranquility. The long eyelashes, thin and curved eyebrows, and light-colored lips are like a carefully outlined ink painting.
If it's too strong, it's too much; if it's too light, it's not enough.
When Gu Xu's eyes fell on her, she immediately turned her head and said awkwardly in a voice as crisp as ice: "Young Master."
This voice made Gu Xu feel dazed for a moment.
In this short moment, he actually thought that the snow girl did not melt and disappear in the battle with Kong Xuan Sanjin, but was still by his side, acting as his cheap bodyguard.
"Can you speak?" Gu Xu took a deep breath, looked at the beautiful little girl in front of him, and asked softly.
Qi Ling opened his eyes wide and looked at him blankly.
"How do you want me to call you?" Gu Xu thought for a while and asked again.
Qi Ling opened his mouth slightly, but did not make a sound.
"It turns out you can only speak one word now!"
A complicated smile appeared on Gu Xu's face.
Other babies always say "Mom" when they speak for the first time.
But the child he raised was called "Master".
Why is this?
Could it be that it proves that he is very successful as a nanny?
"The traces of Lu Shiyao's cause and effect remain in the Jinghong Pen," the white-haired boy in his mind quickly gave the answer, "and it was also affected by your strong desire to resurrect her in recent days, so this tool spirit It’s natural to become very similar to her.”
"But it's different from her after all." Gu Xu sighed softly.
As he spoke, he took out the paper from "Xianyunju" and continued to deduce the "Mingzhao Forbidden Technique" to transform ghosts into humans by the moonlight.
At this time, the white-haired boy interjected: "Actually, I'm very curious now. What kind of emotion do you have for Lu Shiyao that actually prompted you to spare no effort in deducing spells for her? Is it guilt, gratitude, or love?" "
Gu Xu pondered for a long time, lowered his head and said:
"I have no idea."
"You have been thinking about her more than anyone else recently," the white-haired boy continued teasingly, "Is this what the saying goes, in a man's heart, the status of the dead cannot be replaced?"
Gu Xu ignored him and continued to scribble on the paper with his brows furrowed.
After a long period of silence, he finally felt a little tired.
But he didn't plan to rest for the time being, so he took out a notebook left by Kongxuan Sanren from "Xianyunju" and started reading it casually.
As soon as he opened it, he saw two sentences like this on the page:
“Man is the aggregate of all his causes and effects.
"If you want to completely replace a person, you must first replace his cause and effect."
After these two sentences, Kongxuan Sanren explained in detail that everyone in the world does not exist in isolation, but is closely connected with other people through the thread of cause and effect, weaving into a huge and complex network.
Everyone's relatives, friends, colleagues, and even enemies can be understood as the "anchor" or "fulcrum" of that person's existence in the world.
The more "anchors" a person has, the more traces they leave in the world, the stronger the line of cause and effect, and the more difficult it is to erase or replace with magic.
For example, Kongxuan Sanren gave an example, saying that he once borrowed the name of his neighbor Wu Qilang to spend a spring night with Wu Qilang's wife.
Because Wu Qilang is a taciturn ceramics craftsman. His parents are dead and he has few relatives. He works until late at night every day and rarely interacts with others.
Therefore, for Kong Xuan Sanren, it is almost not difficult to replace such a person with few lines of cause and effect.
However, although Wu Qilang's anchor points are few, they are not without effect.
These anchor points are still continuing to repair the cognition of everyone around him, and repel Kongxuan Sanren, a person who attempts to tamper with cause and effect.
Therefore, Kong Xuan Sanren's spell only lasted for one night.
He had to sneak away quietly from the neighbor's house before Wu Qilang's wife regained her consciousness.
"This is what Taishang Haotian is doing."
After Gu Xu finished reading this explanation, the white-haired boy in his mind suddenly spoke. His voice sounded cold, but it was filled with anger, like an undercurrent surging beneath the glacier.
"He wants to replace you by replacing your cause and effect?" Gu Xu asked.
"It's not replacing 'me', it's replacing 'us'," the white-haired boy corrected word by word, "Don't forget your identity."
"For the power of incense?"
"That's just one reason."
"What about the other side?"
"He wanted us dead, completely dead."
"In His eyes, aren't you already dead?"
"He is afraid that I have touched the threshold of the 'Return to Ruins' realm," the white-haired boy sneered, "You may not know that when a practitioner reaches the ninth realm, he becomes almost immortal.
“He exists not only in the physical world but also in the minds of the world.
“He will get rid of the shackles of the physical body, integrate with the great road of heaven and earth, and become a concept, a symbol, and a spiritual symbol.
"As long as there is still one person in the world who remembers him, he will never die."
(End of chapter)
