Towards the unknown game fantasy

Chapter 125 Looking Back at the Desolate Place

"No need to be polite, Brother Ming Chuyi is a little too modest!" Meng Ji said with a smile on his face. He knew that Wei Qing was willing to make friends with him, so this matter must be true!

"But I also have a request that I would like to ask for advice!" Wei Qing was immediately puzzled, and then he said tentatively!

"Brother Ming Chuyi! Please tell me! If I can help you in one or two ways, I will certainly do my best to help you!" Monkie said with a serious face and calmed down!

"It's nothing. It's just that if our ghost cultivators' souls are damaged, besides the Soul-Regenerating Flower, we also need some ghost elixir that can repair the souls!" Wei Qing said calmly with a solemn look on his face, not in a hurry!

"This is a bit difficult. If the soul is not severely damaged, taking the Soul-Regenerating God Flower can slowly restore it to make up for the damage! If it is very serious, you need the Soul-Repairing Fruit and the God-Regenerating Grass, and they must be refined into ghost pills. Only after taking them can you recover a little bit. The soul is the foundation of our ghost cultivation, so ordinary methods are basically useless. If you need top-level ghost medicine, only the big guilds and the ten main cities have it, and it is almost monopolized by them. It is difficult to find one, and the price is outrageous!" Monkie said after thinking for a long time!

Wei Qing suddenly looked bewildered and lost!

"But Brother Ming Chuyi! Don't worry too much. I heard that no one has ever entered this mysterious dungeon. I think there must be the ghost herb you need!" Meng Ji looked apologetic, thought for a while, and then said. He didn't expect that Wei Qing would need this kind of ghost medicine that was in short supply, and it seemed that he was very anxious, so he was also very helpless!

Wei Qing immediately showed an expression of being at a loss and being extremely unbelievable. In a trance, he sighed and showed a look of relief. Just when Wei Qing was wondering how he could get the ghost herb he needed!

Suddenly, an inopportune voice howled throughout the room, interrupting the conversation between Wei Qing and the other four!

"It was you just now. You made us two sisters feel shy. So you have to go on stage to show your abilities. Don't let us sisters down. Otherwise, we will catch you and make you our male lover! We will beat you ten times a day for excitement and fun!" Xiuhua Feiwu's face was shaking with flesh. She spoke in a fierce and contemptuous tone. Her voice was very thin. Her face was too fat for people to look directly at. If you didn't look closely, you would not be able to detect her emotions. Not only that, just now the two sisters had been staring at and talking about Wei Qing, because he was the only one who didn't avoid it! When they saw that Wei Qing looked a little unhappy, they immediately became unhappy, so they came up and shouted, asking Wei Qing to make them happy! Otherwise, they would take Wei Qing away immediately!

Wei Qing was shocked when he saw this face, and he couldn't stop complaining. But now he was complaining in his heart. His fate was so bumpy, full of twists and turns, and not as he wished. He was walking on thin ice before, and now it was even worse. It was really a misfortune that never comes alone, and good fortune never comes in pairs. He kept avoiding pits and falling into wells. What bad luck! Wei Qing cried out in his heart!

Suddenly, Mengji transmitted his voice and said, "Brother Mingchuyi! I wish you good luck! The fat one is the younger sister named Xiuhuafeiwu, and the skinny one is the older sister named Biyuefeihua. They are members of the fifth largest guild, the Beautiful Guild, and are also the chief and vice chief of the first group. The guild leader is Qimiaobuyang, who is their biological father! You have to be careful, we are leaving first, this is my communication token, we will come to see Brother Mingchuyi later!"

Wei Qing immediately showed a cold and displeased expression, and said in a deep voice: "What do you want to do? Can't you see that I am doing my job?"

"We are getting tired of waiting here, so we just want to have some fun! How do you have the strength to resist? You are just shouting without strength, but the louder you shout, the happier I am! Haha!" Xiuhua Feiwu said sarcastically, her fat face was ferocious no matter how you looked at it!

"Sister! Why are you talking nonsense to him? Throw him onto the ghost cultivation platform and beat him up if he doesn't obey. No one here can stop us sisters from doing anything shameful!" Bi Yue Fei Hua said with a look of disgust and sarcasm!

"Tsk tsk! Sister! What you mean is always so similar to what I mean. It makes me so excited and I can hardly resist the urge to release positive energy!" Xiuhua Feiwu said with a fierce look on his face, looking down on everything!

"Hmph! Sister, then it's up to you!" Biyue Feihua said with a look of contempt and a sharp tongue!

"Boy, look at your deadly appearance. You have no ability but a bad temper. Why don't you die in front of me and make a fool of us sisters!" Xiuhua Feiwu's tone was excited and irritable. As she spoke, she increased her speed and flashed to the front. At this moment, Wei Qing could not react, because they were all intermediate ghost cultivators of level 40, and Wei Qing of level 20 was no match for them at all. The next moment, Xiuhua Feiwu gathered a burst of energy in her hands, and suddenly made a move, picked up Wei Qing, and threw him directly to the ghost cultivator stage like a chicken!

"Swoosh!" There was a sound of breaking through the air. Wei Qing saw that he was no match for his opponent, so he simply stopped defending. Suddenly, he used the force of the thrown object to jump up, and after several somersaults, he stood steadily on the ghost cultivation stage!

Suddenly, the ghost energy that rolled out from Xiuhua Feiwu's hands brought up a gust of cold wind, "Swoosh!" The ghost wind was like a raging wave, blowing away some jade tables and shattering them on the spot!

Wei Qing smelled a sour smell in the cold wind and felt dizzy and wanted to vomit. Suddenly, a gust of ghostly wind blew by and a tear flowed from Wei Qing's eyes. Along with the fragrance of the feet of Xiuhuafeiwu and Biyuefeihua, the fragrance diffused in the air and mixed with the gloomy and gray air, adding a kind of sadness and the smell of the magic of nature!

Wei Qing immediately had a feeling that his life was full of ups and downs, because the oppression made him completely collapse. He wanted to vent his dissatisfaction, so he thought about the past companionship of life and death, the joys and sorrows, but he could not always grasp the moments that satisfied them. If he could decide the love, hate, and enmity of all things, then Wei Qing would grasp the beauty of it all without hesitation, even if it was only for a moment, he would be satisfied!

How happy and joyful his mood was at that time, with peace and tranquility in the tranquility, and a feeling of happiness and joy! But now looking back on everything, Wei Qing inadvertently found that everything turned into sadness and helplessness in his heart. The people and things that emerged in his mind made him feel desperate and reluctant to leave the people and things he cared about the most. The sad feeling of powerlessness lingered in his heart, and nothing could erase or replace it! Looking back at everything that appeared in front of him, it was all sadness with tears!

Wei Qing wrote a poem with tears in his eyes, the title of the song is: Looking Back at the Mountains and Rivers!

The breeze lingers and sings ethereal songs,

I see the blue sky and clouds floating in the distance, you are calm,

Drifting freely in the wind, experiencing the boring vicissitudes of life everywhere,

Silence slowly runs towards the dream, enthusiasm goes to the end of the world,

I am working hard with an unyielding heart, and when I look back I think of you.

I regret not being able to return to the state of awakening from a sweet dream.

Forgetting is full of helpless sorrow, stirring up countless emotional wounds.

It seems that the time we spent together was a mixture of sadness and joy.

Your figure has long been fading away in my heart.

Like the blazing sun and the flying dust on the earth, I cannot grasp your fragrance.

You are in a trance in my heart, shedding tears of pain,