"That's what it's like. This bird Huang Yingxue said that there is a shitty person who goes back. If he really wants to go back, he will kill him. There is no way to return the favor. Bah, I really know that I am wrong. Come to our Lingtai Zongduer Tower first and then talk about it!
I first let him know what it means to have a boundless sea of suffering, but to turn back and find the shore! "
Hearing this, Lin Shu slammed the table hard and said bitterly.
Since Duetta was restarted, many warriors with violent tempers and committed many evil deeds have been thrown into it.
Among them are not only masters, great masters, but also true kings and elders.
Many disciples have seen Lin Mo going to Du E Pagoda every day to chant sutras and chant Buddha. Slowly, Du E Pagoda, which was originally filled with abuse and roars, became quiet.
No one knows the reason for the silence, and no one knows what happened to those criminals in the end, or why they changed their minds so quickly.
But as time passed, Duer Tower also became a forbidden area of Lingtai Sect.
The evil reputation even spread outside the clan, making countless people fearful.
"But no matter what, something big is probably going on in Yizhou, and it's a good thing. Brother Yuande, how do you plan to take revenge?" Nie Yun heard this and asked aloud.
"I am not in a hurry about this matter. I will discuss it with you in the long term. After all, that person is now in power and is mixed with the court. He is not much more powerful than he was back then." Ma Yuande responded with some color returning to his face.
He is a self-aware person.
Especially after what he has experienced in the past, his character has matured a lot. He is no longer the mad bamboo scholar who even dared to make fun of the elder Zhenjun and the Marquis of Zhou Mu when he was drunk.
He knew that Lin Mo valued him and relied on him, but he also knew that if he got carried away and became arrogant because of this, he would definitely be punished.
Thinking of Lin Mo, Ma Yuande couldn't help but feel a little in awe.
He has obviously been working under him for such a long time.
On the contrary, he couldn't understand the latter more and more.
Whether it's strength without seeing the bottom line or unexpected ways of doing things.
It seems to always be a mystery.
It's hard to see through or understand, but you can't help but feel awe and fear in your heart.
"That's fine, Master should be on the way there already." Nie Yun said solemnly.
Afterwards, the three of them agreed to stop talking about the matter.
Starting from Ma Yuande, he started to talk about the general situation of Qihai today, as well as traveling and doing things, and what he saw and heard in the past few days.
This kind of meeting is also a way for several people to get closer to each other.
Share information, ask questions, discuss countermeasures, and solve problems.
Compared to playing and eating together, this kind of community of interests is more reliable.
This can also be regarded as the prototype of faction division.
As Lin Mo became stronger and stronger, the gap between him and ordinary people became wider and wider. Even the True Lord within the sect met him less and less often.
This means that power is being decentralized.
As the people with the closest relationships, they naturally began to work together subconsciously.
the other side.
Ying Qingya and Zhang Shutong did not go far.
Stay and rest in a holiday home near the cabin.
In the courtyard, Zhang Shutong stood in front of the stone table, spread out a large piece of white rice paper, held a wolf brush dipped in ink, and scolded Fang Qiu.
On the other side, Ying Qingya used a delicate gold-rimmed knife and fork to eat snacks brought from Yizhou.
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The expression is comfortable and joyful.
Yes, pleasure.
There was absolutely no anger or anger when I left.
It took about half a stick of incense time.
Zhang Shutong put away his pen, placed the wolf hair in the pen holder, then moved the white jade unicorn paperweight aside and blew the fragrance of ink on it.
Looking at Ying Qingya in front of her, she felt worried for some reason.
"Xiaoya, are you so sure that Yuande will go back with us?"
He was entrusted by his friends to come to Qihai to pick up Ma Yuande and return to Yizhou to help him. It was a bit difficult for him to do so, so he prepared many words and even various benefits.
Unexpectedly, after Ying Qingya found out about this, she took the initiative to invite Ying to come, so that he didn't have to prepare anything else.
For this reason, I even had a few angry glances with him.
This also made the situation embarrassing when he tossed and turned in front of Ma Yuande just now and only said a few dry words.
Thinking of this, Zhang Shutong felt helpless.
"Uncle Zhang, you don't have to worry so much. You have to know that some people have won just by standing there, and everything else will appear to be nothing more than that."
Ying Qingya put down the knife and fork in her hand and said with a smile.
"..." Zhang Shutong was slightly stunned. He didn't understand why his niece was so confident.
"In my opinion, this child Yuande has experienced a lot and may have changed. After all, he should be treated with admiration after three days of separation. Don't treat him with the same eyes as in the past." He considered his words and said softly.
Ying Qingya was silent.
Yes, in the past, Ma Yuande, no matter whether he was happy or sad, he would come obediently as long as he waved his hand.
No matter what she wants, she will try her best to achieve it and fight for it.
At this time, something was indeed different, which made her feel that the situation was somewhat out of control.
But soon, Ying Qingya stopped thinking about it.
Ma Yuande may have been hurt, a little wronged, and became rebellious, but it doesn't matter... The love has existed for so many years, as long as he acts coquettishly and gives some sweetness, it will naturally return to the original state.
This is just like an eagle enduring. The more the eagle resists, the more it resists, and the more well-behaved it becomes in the end.
When the time comes, you will naturally become even more determined!
I heard that Ma Yuande is now highly regarded by the Lingtai Demon Buddha, and maybe she can use this to draw the latter into the same camp. She will also have a truly powerful fighter under her command!
In that case, her voice in her husband's family will inevitably be greatly increased!
"Uncle Zhang, don't worry, everything is according to my plan, I have arrangements." Ying Qingya turned around and said with a sweet smile.
"It's best to have arrangements, but everything has to be planned, so you have to prepare for the worst." Zhang Shutong reminded.
"I know!" Ying Qingya nodded indifferently.
Seeing his appearance, Zhang Shutong sighed softly:
"I mean, if, if Yuan De doesn't want to come with us, what will you do?"
"This is absolutely impossible." Ying Qingya shook her head. "If such a situation does arise, my father also has arrangements. I will contact the Lingtai Demon Buddha and offer incentives and inducements to win him over.
Everyone and everything has a price. As far as I know, Ma Yuande was originally a prisoner of the first level. As long as we are willing to pay the price, he will definitely agree to "return the original". Of course, this is the last step. Bad results. "
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Zenan Island. pier.
The large ship docked at the pier, and thick anchors were thrown down to fix the ship's supports. Iron chains were also tied to the iron pillars on the pier to prevent the ship from swaying.
In the cabin, Lin Mo's eyes were closed tightly, and masses of gray air flowed quietly around him. On the air flow, there is a human face with eyes tightly closed.
At this time, he was in the sea of consciousness.
The gray sky is even more chaotic.
The strange-shaped stone sculptures above seemed to come alive and began to squirm.
Countless figures with crazy faces were rushing from all directions.
These people, using their hands and feet like wild beasts, make heart-warming roars from time to time.
If Lin Mo could carefully observe their faces under their messy hair, he would be surprised to find that these people were all enemies he had massacred.
Sea people, land people, old people, women, everything.
Each one looked ferocious and rushed towards Lin Mo in the center of the grassland.
His expression remained unchanged, he was no longer as ignorant and ignorant as he had been at the beginning, forgetting everything.
His hands were slightly open, and his whole body was hanging in mid-air.
A figure jumped on him, holding him on hands and feet, gnawing at him.
He didn't resist at all.
He was quickly thrown into the center and disappeared.
But slowly, streaks of gray energy rose from the crowd.
In this process, there was more and more gray air, but fewer and fewer figures were gnawing at them.
At first, the gray energy was just a wisp, but slowly gathered and grew larger and larger, and in the end, it even formed a giant gray mist.
In the gray fog, the black shadow became smaller and smaller, becoming only a single human figure.
Uh-huh!
At this time, the squirming statues in the sky finally stopped.
It turned into a palace with a strange shape and unique shape.
A row of illusory stairs went down from the palace to Lin Mo.
He opened his eyes, but did not climb up.
The Dead Soul Art is like the Dongji Qinghua Sutra of Immortality. The further you go, the more resources you need.
The latter needs to sow seeds and harvest spirituality, while the former needs to seize souls and gather dead souls.
Now that we have run out of resources, forcing ourselves to climb aboard is like a skillful woman struggling to make a meal without rice. She cannot go any further.
"No wonder so many monks from the Dead Soul Sect fail to practice the Dead Soul Art and become dead souls... To seize the soul with the soul, you must first devour the soul for the soul. As long as the soul is lost, you will truly forget yourself."
Even with Lin Mo's current tenacity, he could only complete it successfully under the protection of the talent bead.
In his opinion, this technique is like raising gu.
Countless practitioners practice one after another, collect dead souls, and then turn into dead souls. Finally, they help a limited number of people and cultivate the strongest Gu King.
There is almost no need to think too much. In the Qianyu Realm, the real Dead Soul Sect, there must be terrifying beings who have inherited countless resources.
"It's really scary."
In the cabin, Lin Mo sighed softly and slowly opened his eyes.
The holes in his eyes turned into a silent gray, and there was a fine runic light wheel flowing slowly in it.
Hidden terrifying and dangerous power.
Even if there is no test object, he knows that it must be a big killer.
"Perhaps with this Dead Soul Art, I can truly perfect some of my own moves."
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Lin Mo stood up, the vision in his eyes disappeared, and thoughts floated in his heart.
It was also good luck. After practicing, the boat arrived just in time, so no time was wasted.
He felt the boat stop swimming, nodded slightly, and walked out of the hatch.
As soon as he walked out, a disciple came forward.
"I've seen the Buddha's head!" This disciple, an inner disciple, bowed respectfully.
"Bai Ling, do you have something to report?" Lin Mo had an excellent memory and could easily name the other person.
He asked when he saw the other party holding a golden silk roll in his hand.
"Yes, the Buddha's head." Bai Ling nodded and handed over the silk scroll.
Lin Mo flipped through it briefly, feeling slightly startled and frowning.
"Interesting." He rubbed his hands casually, and the silk in his hands turned into gray and disappeared with the wind.
"You guys contact the disciples on the island first, I'll go there beforehand."
He confessed casually, and without waiting for the other party to reply, he puffed and disappeared.
He rushed directly towards the position left in the silk scroll.
At this time, the original team was in the house.
But compared to last time, after the sect stronghold on the island got the news, many disciples came again. To suppress the formation.
Ma Yuande sat in the first place. At this time, he was no longer as distracted and worried as before.
He wears a long green gown, a ring around his waist, and a jade crown on his hair. His skin is as white as jade, and he is dressed like a standard scholar.
His face was calm, showing no emotion or anger.
Looking at the two people in front of him, he took the initiative to speak:
"Mr. Zhang, I have heard of your name. I have even read your articles day and night since I was young. I remember that you said in your book:
It is not the behavior of a man to be timid and take one step forward and one step back. Acting must be done decisively without any delay. "
He said slowly with a look of recollection on his face.
Zhang Shutong on the side also looked complicated when he heard this and nodded slightly.
That's what he said in his young book "Thunder Theory". At that time, it was when he was most energetic.
Decades have passed in a flash.
While he was feeling a little emotional, he could vaguely guess what the person in front of him wanted to say.
"Master Ying and I have severed our ties long ago, and Master Ying also kicked me out of the school. If I go back again, what does it matter? So... this matter has disappointed Mr. Zhang."
After he finished speaking, he picked up the tea cup beside him, blew it gently, and lowered his head to drink.
The meaning is obvious, serving tea to see off guests.
He didn't use bad words towards each other as Lin Shu said. This was out of his last respect for the two of them.
"This...Yuande, can you think about it again? Your teacher did have unspeakable difficulties back then. He didn't mean it. Otherwise, do you think you, a scholar, could have escaped from that person?"
Did you know that back then, your teacher specifically asked Shipo Sword God Wanqing to protect you from Yizhou as a favor? "
Zhang Shutong was silent for a while and finally spoke up.
Tell a secret.
"Believe me, he will definitely explain it to you when you go back this time."
Ma Yuande was indeed startled when he heard the sound, but his expression remained unchanged and he put down the tea cup.
"It really doesn't matter whether you believe it or not. As for explanations, it's even more useless. As the ancients said, one's heart is not as good as one's deeds. Do you think this kind of difficulty is really important?"
He suddenly laughed.
"I only know that he taught me how to be an adult and gave me a new life, and I gave everything back to him."
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He raised his head, stretched out his hand, and grabbed some air.
"Whether it was his own teachings or half of his life's fame, he returned all of it to him. Even half of his life was returned to him."
Ma Yuande's expression remained unchanged, "I no longer owe Yingshi any more, so I'd better find someone else to help me. As for returning again, it will only be revenge, revenge against Yin Shaotian."
He said every word.
Yin Shaotian was the culprit who caused everything back then.
He is also Ying Qingya’s husband. The son of a wealthy Yin family in Yizhou.
Now he is even more famous, known as a clear figure in Yizhou literary circles, and known as the son of Gaoshan.
Hearing this, Uncle Zhang was stunned, murmured a few words, and wanted to say something, but in the end he couldn't.
But the woman on the side exploded directly.
The smile that had been on his face suddenly froze.
