After the awakening of the sick doctor, there are many evil friends

Fang Zhe spoke calmly, took the crystal magic weapon from Qi Wu's hand, and handed a pill to Jiang Su's mouth.

The girl put her head in and ate it tacitly.

Wang Jia's eyes were forbearing. After looking away, he looked a little dazed. He had something in his hand and put it back into his sleeve.

He put on a colorful coat for Jiang Su.

"The Wujian Sect in the Eastern Territory has always regarded weapon refining as the foundation of its sect. Refining weapons requires the physical body of monks, so everyone practices swordsmanship, those who practice fine weapons practice weapons, and those who practice fine swords practice swordsmanship."

"My master Shi Ren was a great expert in the art of weapons. One day for unknown reasons, he suddenly began to study the entanglement between spiritual consciousness and magical weapons."

"From puppets to puppets to puppets, in the end, all three of my disciples participated in discussing this matter."

"Unknowingly, he made a small achievement." Fang Zhe made a barrier with his hand, and the entire crystal tortoise fell into the barrier.

A hatchet appeared in the palm of the hand to kill, and the blade struck the crystal turtle fiercely.

"Crash--" The crystal turtle shattered into powder.

"He used the method of refining weapons to make the entire Wujian Sect's disciples into puppets. He used humans to make puppets, from mortals to monks, from foundation builders to Nascent Souls. There were [-] people in the sect, all of whom had lost their sense of being human. Consciousness and spiritual consciousness are also at his disposal."

"Became...his partner."

"Monks who have lost themselves, even if they have spiritual consciousness and soul, are just puppets with souls. And with this weapon refining technique, their spiritual consciousness will be trapped in the physical body forever."

"It's not like a prison, it's a prison. For eternity, you won't be allowed to reincarnate or be reincarnated."

Fang Zhe's fingertips ignited the fire of the five elements, and together they burned the crystal powder on the ground. He flicked it with his fingers until the powder completely dissipated in the world.

Qi Wu frowned and held his heavy ruler tightly in his hand, "So, if you kill them, their consciousness will be released?"

Xia Qingming was thoughtful and listened very carefully.

"Yeah." Fang Zhe nodded and looked at the girl next to him again.

"The physical body binds the soul, and if the physical body loses the ability to store spiritual consciousness, everyone's spiritual consciousness can return to the underworld again."

"We once found a book. The book describes both the underworld and the upper world. The soul travels to the underworld, and the body climbs the ladder to immortality. When a monk stops his path, his life span is over, and his body dies, his consciousness will enter the underworld together with the mortal soul. , passing through the underworld is the underworld. When a monk reaches enlightenment, he already has a physical body comparable to that of an immortal in the upper world when he becomes a god. After enlightenment on the Mahayana, he receives the heaven and earth to guide him, ascends in the daytime, and climbs onto the immortal ladder."

"So, until they die... they will never be human again."

Talking about ascension and death in the world of cultivation is too heavy for several monks.

What Fang Zhe wants is spiritual immortality. As long as the soul lives in the world and goes through reincarnation, no matter whether he remembers his previous life or not, he is still alive.

"When the soul dies, the person dies."

After being bound and letting others control your consciousness, this is equivalent to losing yourself and dying.

"I see...then you have done a good deed." Jiang Su commented sincerely.

"Yes, yes, Fang Zhe, that makes sense. It really should be the case." Qi Wu stiffly twitched the corner of his mouth, and followed He Xini.

He was an upright young man from the Immortal Clan, but he really couldn't empathize with a monk who slaughtered his whole family.

Jiang Su's praise of Fang Zhe is nothing more than the deep friendship between the two.

Qi Wu went through the scenario in his mind. If the Qi family was slaughtered by him and all his brothers and sisters died in his own hands, he would definitely kill himself with a knife.

I won't calmly tell others about this past here.

As for Jiang Su...

"Very good, very good! Yes, yes, the author's plot setting is okay. I have long disliked Shi Ren's Lao Deng. It is the standard ending for this person to be the villain and finally be annihilated by our senior sister Zhang's protagonist team with one blow!! !”

Jiang · holds grudges · 睝眦妜 Dam · Su .

"They are your classmates, your relatives, and even... your parents. That day when I was outside the wall, I thought you were crazy, you were all crazy..."

"Fang Zhe, what were you thinking when you slashed at them with your knife?" Wang Jia turned his face and stared at this "acquaintance". He had always wanted to pry open this person's brain and see See what's inside.

Several people were silent.

Jiang Su felt that the melon he ate seemed a bit overweight.

too heavy.

Fang Zhe turned around, and their eyes met. In his eyes, there were thousands of mountains, covering the peach blossom garden of the past hundred years.

"I want to die with them."

"..."

"In the end, I broke my heartbreaking knife myself. But..."

The man took out the broken knife that had not been seen for a long time from the storage bag.

A heartbroken person is worried about the end of the world.

The true color of this long knife is silver, as bright as a mirror, with a large string of runes engraved on the blunt side, using cinnabar as ink, and the handle is wrapped with circles of woven red rope.

This is the sword of the young master of the Weapon Refining Sect.

It was poured and forged from the treasures of heaven and earth. Nowadays, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is broken copper or iron.

The blade of the knife was rolled up, a gap appeared on the side, and the tip of the knife was missing.The red rope on the handle of the knife is ground and threaded, broken in front and tied in the back.

What's more serious is...the entire blade surface is as dark as bricks covered with mud.

"I don't know why it still has a shape. I used my spiritual power to self-destruct and shattered the broken heart into eight divisions. It can't be reconnected at all."

The red monk groped with his fingers for the gap in the blade, and inserted his fingertips into the gap, trying to fill the gap.

"Didn't you call it Zhanhan? You said that Zhanhan has a spirit, so you called it that way."

Jiang Suke still remembered that he had doubts about this when he first met Fang Zhe, and even went to the original heavenly book to verify it himself.

"Zhan Han? Broken Heart? Are you still willing to change the name of the sword?" Wang Jia smiled half-heartedly.

"Are you so familiar with Fang Zhe? I just wanted to ask why you were in the tree outside the wall of Wujian Sect."

Jiang Su felt that the melon he was eating contained melons within melons, with different flavors.

She wants to get to the bottom of it!

Wang Jia swallowed and spoke slowly: "I'm going to secretly learn their sword skills."

"..."

???

"You are a swordsman and you secretly learn their sword skills???" Hearing this, Qi Wu hurriedly hugged his heavy ruler.

Why is there a sword cultivator secretly eating this? ? !
Xia Qingming said nothing, just looked at a few people with a smile.

He is the one who is just having fun!
"I only have a sword, but no swordsmanship inheritance. I wanted to learn their swordsmanship, so I learned it."

Jiang Su tilted his head slightly and cleared his throat: "I understand, I understand. How can your sword repairing and sword repairing be called stealing?"

Kong Yiji in the world of cultivation, right?

"Our Wujian Sect is based on weapon refining, and the sword technique was once given to us by a great master without any reward. He just learned it, and it doesn't matter."

Fang Zhe's tone was calm, he really didn't take this matter seriously.

"As for my knife...I don't know."