Chen Zeshen was indeed able to use something similar to demonic energy when he attacked him before. He judged that he was a demonic cultivator because of the black energy and his setting in the novel.
But the demon cultivator cannot come back from the dead, and the demon cultivator will not have a different heart.
Neither can monks. If a monk has his heart removed, he will die. Ordinary monks cannot grow after taking elixirs. Not everyone is a regenerative monster like Jiang Su who grew up after taking elixirs.
Therefore, Chen Zeshen is a fake demon cultivator!
He is a mortal! It's because he didn't open his spiritual aperture and used other methods to obtain the ability!
Chen Zeshen didn't struggle anymore after hearing this. The current situation was that his body was leaning against the corner, but his head was facing the wall.
In short, it's ugly and weird.
Just ugly.
Jiang Su laughed inadvertently when he thought of this, "Pfft——"
Chen Zeshen couldn't see Jiang Su's face, but he could still imagine what the woman looked like. He bit his back teeth and said with real gritted teeth:
"Give me another knife!"
Only by cutting off the head and putting it straight again can it be restored to its original shape.
The girl curled her lips slightly, walked forward lazily, grabbed the bun on his head with one hand and pulled him back. She stood beside the man and looked into his eyes facing the wall.
"You want me to cut your head off."
"Yes, please—"
In her eyes was the chill of September 8th, the depression of life.
Chen Zeshen frowned slightly, and without a moment's hesitation, simply said, "Please."
Are you going to kill me if you are a brother?
His head is turned upside down, what kind of backbone does he need? ? ? What he does every day in his life is the word "forbearance".
He couldn't bear the film of this rebellious little girl, and his more than twenty years of life were in vain.
Where is this?
Jiang Su was a little surprised. He raised his eyebrows, raised his knife and cut off the man's head again.
Blood sprayed all over Jiang Su's body.
She looked at her blood-stained Tsing Yi with disgust, grabbed his hair in her hands and lifted it up, held it up in the air, tasted it left and right, smacked her lips, and put it back on the body.
This time it was placed upright, with the head accurately aligned with the center line of the human body.
After putting it away, Jiang Su rubbed his hands and performed a purification technique on himself, feeling a little excited.
Introduce the spiritual energy into the body and gather it in the eyes, and carefully look at the blood vessel connections in Chen Zeshen's neck, how the energy, blood and body fluid break through the obstacles and grow again.
It is indeed a medical miracle.
Chen Zeshen opened his eyes again, without much expression, turned his head, put his hand on his neck, and reconnected the broken joint. After a breath, even the scar was no longer visible.
He took a long breath, put on a standard smile, narrowed his peach blossom eyes, and said kindly to Jiang Su: "Thank you, Miss Jiang."
How can you be so good-tempered? Jiang Su didn't believe it.
"Next, it's up to me to cut off Miss Jiang's head."
"..."
Chen Zeshen holds a grudge, otherwise he would not have secretly plotted for years just for revenge. Now that Jiang Su had stupidly resurrected him, he was really... upset if he didn't kill her.
It's just for medical treatment, just kill him and find him later.
The next second, the jade-faced young master's eyes flashed with fierceness, and he stretched out his five fingers to attack Jiang Su's face.
Jiang Su looked at him calmly, and smiled at him when the five fingers were close in front of him.
Chen Zeshen's wrist was held by a pair of rough and generous hands.
Fang Zhe's pressure and murderous intent were released together, and Chen Zeshen was shocked.
"Who are you?!!"
When did someone with this level of cultivation come into my secret room! This person at least has the cultivation level above that of becoming a god.
Jiang Su turned her wrist and faced Chen Zeshen with her palm. The magical weapon's green silk thread shot out from the girl's palm, and the green spiritual thread wrapped around Chen Zeshen's body, wrapping him tightly like a human chrysalis in a rice dumpling.
Fang Zhe didn't answer him.
"You don't think I resurrected you, do you?" the girl mocked.
"I was going to cut your stomach open."
Jiang Su turned around and sat calmly on the chair. She regarded Chen Zeshen's surprise attack just now as a prey's death struggle. She asked calmly: "City Lord Chen, what's going on in your heart."
"..."
Chen Zeshen swallowed. He lost his temper after being teased. Does this medical practitioner do the same when he diagnoses patients?
"As you said. Fake heart, fake demon cultivation."
There was no emotion on his face, as if he was narrating something that had nothing to do with him. His body was tightly restrained, showing his lean figure, and he seemed to have a bit of a scholar's character.
But this time it was Jiang Su's turn, who was also a fun-loving person, and his eyes lit up.
"City Lord Chen, tell me something." She said briskly.
"..."
He seemed to be eating Jiang Su like this that day, but he had untied Jiang Su, but now she wouldn't untie him.
"He died a few years ago and was picked up by his fellow disciples and replaced with a heart made of stone. He is a person with a stone heart."
The tone of his narrative was neither angry nor nostalgic about his own death. The past was just like clouds passing away with the wind.
"Your disciple? Is that... Yao...?" Jiang Su heard Li Ya mention that this man was an ugly cabinet minister.
"Yao Zhen. My master, the real master."
There was a hint of loneliness in Chen Zeshen's eyes this time. Jiang Su, who was looking for fun, accurately grasped this point. To eat melon, you have to eat people's emotional parts!
He had no intention of stopping and slowly recounted the past.
"When I was young, I studied under the cabinet minister Yao Zhen. My mother had just died that year. It was he who taught me to let go of love, turn back from the sea of suffering, and realize Lan Yin early."
"Because of this, I put an end to my anger, read thousands of volumes, learned about the past and the present, obtained merit and fame, and became famous in the Central Capital."
"People are afraid of being famous, and a big tree attracts wind. On the day I entered the court as an official, my master was accused of being a filthy person and was imprisoned soon."
"On the day I was beheaded, I was also assassinated and pierced through the heart with a dagger. Fortunately, a senior brother from my sect who was practiced in immortal arts came and replaced me with a stone heart, so I was able to survive."
"Then I requested an order to go to the outer city, far away from the center of power."
When he was a boy in bright clothes and angry horses, he had never experienced it. When he was a boy, he was surrounded by other people's filthy words, curses and taunts.
He had suffered from horse hoof disease when he was proud of the spring breeze. Unfortunately, he only suffered from the disease for one day, and the next day the master was dragged to the vegetable market and chopped up.
Senior brother can't make it in time...it's too late.
He feels that his life is quite boring, so he especially likes to watch other people's fun. Happiness is all based on pain.
Jiang Su felt that Chen Zeshen must have never listened to books. His ups and downs in life made his story as long and smelly as an old lady's foot wrap.
None of the key points were mentioned, and the content was told in a straightforward manner. How could anyone tell a story so poorly? ! !
Her good mood was gone!
The girl curled her little mouth, blinked and looked around speechlessly.
After letting out a long sigh, he asked mechanically: "You mean, your mother was brutally murdered when you were young, your master Yao Zhen taught you to let go of your hatred, and also gave you all his money to teach you a wealth of knowledge and knowledge. Others were jealous of your master." For the sake of pedantry, rumors spread about the ambiguity between you and your master, and then your master was reported, and he was beheaded and you were assassinated."
"You have a senior brother who is a monk who rescued you and gave you a new heart. Then you came to the outer city to save your strength, hoping to overthrow the building in one day under the eyes of the old man."
"That's what you mean." Jiang Su knocked his fingers on the table inadvertently, crossing his legs leisurely.
Chen Zeshen raised his eyebrows slightly, obviously a little surprised by this. He said something in a vague and unclear manner, trying to suppress the light words and eliminate the heavy ones, but this person actually clarified the key points repeatedly.
"yes."
"Then let me ask you, if others just spread rumors that your master is not clear to you, why was he imprisoned and beheaded?"
No matter how chaotic Yao Zhen's private life is, it has nothing to do with others. This is not a big deal worth killing.
Chen Zeshen was silent for a breath, opening and closing his lips and teeth.
"Because I...because I also joined the court as an official. If the officials are not clear about each other, it is for the sake of filth and chaos in the government and the public. If the master and the disciple are unruly, they should be executed according to the law."
His voice was very soft, like feathers falling to the ground scratching the heart, hiding all the blood of the past in the white gaps.
