Those years of bking for green tea apprentices

(62)

"It turned out to be him?!"

The person in the wheelchair could no longer hold the cup in his hand, and threw it on the ground with a "bang", and the ceramic cup rolled twice on the ground, shook and stopped.His hands were trembling, and the palm with only two fingers was twitching non-stop, out of anger or fear. He leaned on the wheelchair and panted heavily, before raising his head after a while: "Are you sure it's him? Fang Yanchu Is he the apprentice?!"

"It's absolutely true." The visitor turned around from the shadows, with a smile on his face, he was Shang Fuliang, "You don't believe me, don't you believe in the number one intelligence system in Penglai? What's so difficult about taking a few photos without covering your face like you did?"

"It's actually him."

There were three consecutive photos in front of Hun Qing, and the person in the photos was Ji Qianshan in school uniform.At first glance, these three pictures were captured consecutively, showing Ji Qianshan's movements from unconsciousness to sudden awareness to the moment he smiled brightly at the camera and said "yeah".

"What? Do you know each other?" Shang Fuliang picked up a photo and flicked Ji Qianshan on the photo, "This person was accepted as a personal disciple just after appearing next to Mr. Longyou. Look down."

Hun Qing stared at the person in the photo closely, almost glaring blood with hatred: "Of course I know him. Don't you know him? This person didn't just appear beside Long Youjun."

"Should I know you?"

"What?" Hun Qing raised his head subconsciously, only two holes were exposed on his tightly packed face, his two eyeballs were hanging on the edge of the hole, the white area of ​​the eyes was much larger than the eyeballs, "Don't you know it? He is the direct disciple of the Heavenly Dao Saint."

Shrugging his shoulders, Shang Fuliang spread his hands: "Of course I know, it's a personal disciple."

"You really don't remember?" Hun Qing pointed at the photo in front of him with the thumbs of two fingers, "Look again, look again! Why do you forget the picture next to him when you pay so much attention to Mr. Longyou?" Apprentice! He has been with Mr. Longyou for 1 years! 1 years!"

Then he picked up the bandage on his other arm with one finger, and pulled the bandage off in two or three strokes, which was half of his body.The torso under the bandages was so thin that it almost had no human shape, and a thin layer of flesh was tightly attached to the bones. As he pulled off the black robe that covered his body, Shang Fuliang saw his ribs.

Bai Sensen's ribs were exposed like this, and there were faint black traces of dried blood on them. For the first time, he intuitively felt that human ribs were originally arranged tightly one by one like fish bones, and they were attached one by one in order. on the sternum.Under Sen Bai's ribs is a shriveled heart, which has dried up, and in Shang Fuliang's eyes, it is not even as big as a peach pit.

The blood vessels connected to the peach pit have been cut off one by one, only one main artery is still precariously hanging on it, maintaining the remaining life of Hunqing like a candle in the wind.

"Did you see it?" Hun Qing stretched his withered hands into his chest and fiddled with the heart, like a ping-pong ball.

Even a well-informed Penglai immortal like Shang Fuliang has never seen this kind of person. There are people who are not afraid of death, and there are many people who survive in the world. Rarely, even if he lived a disgusting life.

"Hahahahaha," seeing Shang Fuliang's disgusted and fearful expression, Hun Qing looked up to the sky and smiled, "Are you afraid? Do you know who gave me this heart?" He finally had enough laughs , took out his hand from between his ribs, and pointed at the photo on the desktop bitterly, "That's him!"

"Who would have thought that a saint's apprentice would be so vicious!" he complained, "for three days! He tortured me for three days, broke my tendons, and watched me struggle for three days before letting go I'm going to die!"

After being shocked by his physical condition, Shang Fuliang stood up with his arms folded, expressionless.Shang Fuliang and Hun Qing are also partners. He wants to kill Fang Yanchu, and Hun Qing also wants to. The two people have the same goal.He didn't care about the miserable past of this person at all, he only cared about one thing: "Then how did you survive?"

"Hey," through a thick layer of bandages, Shang Fuliang actually saw a smile on Hunqing's face, "Thanks to Lanruosi."

Shang Fuliang is also a spirit among human beings, and after thinking about it for a while, he realized: "Lanruo Temple is a big sect of Buddhism, what method did they give you to renew your life, or did you get the method to bring the dead back to life from them?"

"Your vision is too narrow." Hun Qing shook his head, "Birth, old age, sickness and death are the theorem stipulated by the law of heaven, and reviving the dead is against the law of heaven. How can Buddhism do such a thing?"

"That's..." Shang Fuliang rested his chin and thought for a long time, the way of heaven is already the commanding height of their world, there can't be anything higher than the way of heaven.Even if Fang Yanchu is a sage of the way of heaven, he is only the spokesperson of the way of heaven, unless... there is something that can break the way of heaven.

"It's a holy object." Hun Qing laughed in a low voice, and his deep and hoarse voice was even more treacherous and unpleasant in the dark underground room, "Have you heard of the sacred objects of Lanruo Temple? The ever-burning lamp, as long as the ever-burning lamp is not extinguished, the owner of the ever-burning lamp will be never die."

"As far as I know, the Everlasting Lantern seems to have an owner."

Hun Qing shook her head: "So what? I'm not going to be the master of the ever-burning lamp. I'm still a human after all."

Shang Fuliang didn't understand, and Hun Qing didn't seem to need him to understand. After speaking, he waved his hand, slid his wheelchair into the darkness and signaled him to go out: "I think you should go to practice. With your current strength, let alone Fang Yanchu, even ordinary immortals from Penglai can beat you. You probably don’t want to see Penglai seize power again, do you? You are from Penglai and you know best, do immortals really have no desires?”

Of course, Shang Fuliang is not afraid of this, he just left for 1000 years, and his power is still there. When Penglai comes out with another person who dares to seize power, his strength will be different from what he is now.Instead of worrying about this, he is now more worried that Soul Qing will do something else behind the scenes to sabotage his plan.

And what Hun Qing said is also very doubtful, what is "master, master, after all, he is also a human being"?Could it be that?

Shang Fuliang turned his head suddenly, he realized that he had forgotten a very important thing all this time, that is, from the time Hun Qing approached him to actively seek cooperation until now, he seemed to have never heard Hun Qing's breathing and heartbeat .Even just now, when Hun Qing took the initiative to show her heart, the shrunken heart was hanging in the chest cavity, swaying back and forth with Hun Qing's movements, but she never took the initiative to skip it.

It's not that Hun Qing is still alive, but that Hun Qing is no longer alone.

He made himself into an everlasting lamp.

The eternal lamp is a sacred object of heaven and earth, an object that is immortal. As long as the eternal lamp is not extinguished, the owner of the eternal lamp will not die.The Eternal Light should not have changed owners yet, and his owner is still Zhiqing from Lanruo Temple.

As long as Hunqing doesn't die, then Zhiqing won't die.In other words, as long as Zhiqing doesn't want to die, then Hunqing must be protected from death.

Even if he didn't look at it from the perspective of an ally, Shang Fuliang had to applaud Hun Qing's choice.His physical body has become a waste, but instead of being dragged down by his physical body, he has developed a new way of life.Not only that, he not only survived, but also found an almost most reliable helper for his future survival.

As expected of Soul Green.Shang Fuliang secretly sighed in his heart, not everyone can get out of the body after killing his mentor, especially the wave of gods who are born with heaven and earth when he is a mentor; He survived, joined the Soul Sect alive, and finally provoked the Soul Sect to be wiped out.

There is no need to describe him as aggrieved and harmed.

The scourge was leaning on the wheelchair, using his only two remaining fingers to tear up Ji Qianshan's photo bit by bit.He couldn't use any force with his two fingers, so he pressed the photo on the table and tore it off bit by bit with two fingers.

"Ah—to die! to die! to die!"

He didn't know Ji Qianshan's name at all, and he didn't know who Ji Qianshan was, at least not before he died.At that time, he was high-spirited, and after learning the master's whole body skills, he killed the master. A great world and a great future were waiting for him, but he didn't expect to meet a boy younger than himself.

What's more, he didn't expect that this little boy would be so decisive in his attack, and he made a bold move before himself.When that sword came out, Hun Qing knew that he couldn't hide this time. He hadn't learned this kind of swordsmanship from Lord Cantian, and he had never seen it on anyone, but at an age far away I saw it in the boy who was not as good as myself.

The young man drained Soul Qing's blood for three whole days, and finally killed him with a sword pierced through the chest.Afterwards, the young man wiped the sword on him with disgust on his face, and while wiping the sword, he said to the soul Qing who was dying, "Do you know who I hate the most in my life?"

"I hate bullying my master and destroying my ancestors the most."

"Secondly, I hate someone who robs me of Master."

"This time you are very lucky, you have both. You are the first ascetic I killed, but you have more than enough to die. You have been bled for three days, but there is still blood dripping on me, really, If Master finds out, will he teach me a lesson?"

"It's all your fault!"

"I heard that after death, people have souls and can enter the underworld. Anyway, it is impossible for me to see what it looks like inside the underworld in this life. Take a second look. If someone asks how you died, remember to tell You died at the hands of Ji Qianshan, don't push it on my master."

"Oh, that's right." The young man walked around his corpse twice after putting on his sword, and whispered to his face, "But I don't think you will be able to go to the underworld, because you were killed by a demon. People who live in this place should be enchanted, hee hee."