Fu Canglu

Chapter 443 Human Heart
The sea stele space.

With a blank expression on his face, Hou Qing stared at the young second master of the Zhong family who was floating in front of him. The porcelain boy who looked like he was smiling and full of vigor, sat cross-legged and stretched his waist at this moment: "Why? Don't you believe me?"

Hou Qing suddenly smiled: "How do you want me to help you?"

Regarding the human cultivator in front of him, who was playing the so-called "demagogy" in front of him, Hou Qing had no waves in his heart, and even wanted to laugh.

The class door makes an axe.

The master of Yincheng City did all the tricks and thought hard, and finally paid the price of losing half of his soul, and didn't get a single bit of benefit from himself, let alone this young man with an extremely immature face in front of him. Lang.

Thinking of this, Hou Qing sat on the Diaoyutai deep in his heart, looking at Zhong Er calmly.

The corners of Zhong Er's lips curled up slightly, and he said softly, "Since we want to make a deal, I'll show some sincerity first."

He stretched out a finger and gently pointed at the "Cang Hai Monument".

"This immortal stele has been cleansed in the world for so many years. It has accumulated deep karma and has been entangled in cause and effect for a long time." Zhong Er lowered his eyebrows, with a hint of inexplicable meaning in his tone: "If you look carefully , maybe we can see some clues."

After hearing the words, Hou Qing narrowed his eyes and walked towards the stele.

The patriarch of the Demon Dao did not raise his hand in a hurry, and went to rub the stone tablet with his own hands.

He put his hands behind his back, and all his mind was on guard behind him.

He couldn't believe the young soul behind him.

That young man's figure is illusory, but the world's affairs are unreal and real, and it's hard to tell the real from the fake. Who knows if he will suddenly explode in the next moment, and use the so-called "darkness under the lamp"?
Taixuxiang has the ability to transcend the "virtual and real".

If the porcelain boy behind him plotted against him, the moment he couldn't restrain his killing intent and showed his figure to strike, it would be his death.

Hou Qing waited patiently for a moment.

The young second master of the Zhong family still had a smile on his face, and he just said lightly: "Master Patriarch, you are looking at the stele, what do I have to see?"

Hou Qing sneered, leaving half of his mind behind him.

The more Zhong Er was like this, the more he dared not relax his vigilance.

Half distracted, Hou Qing suddenly frowned.

The small half ray of divine thought that I protruded, was rolled up by an invisible suction the moment it touched the "Canghai Monument", a hole was torn out in an instant, and then disappeared, and it was involved in the core of the crack in the immortal stele , without a trace in an instant.

A gust of cold wind came from the back of the neck.

"puff"

Hou Qing was terrified, an ominous sign clicked in his heart, he turned around suddenly, and found that the face of the porcelain boy, while he was half-prepared, unexpectedly approached him a few feet away without a sound.

What kind of terrifying thing is this?

The young second master of the Zhong family sneered, deliberately pretending to ignore Hou Qing's expression as if he had seen a ghost, paused for a moment, and said in a very low voice: "Patriarch, do you see clearly?"

Hou Qing didn't speak.

The patriarch of the Demon Dao, who can be called "Tiger Falls in Pingyang", has an uncertain expression at the moment.

The moment the ray of divine soul came into contact with the stele, it was torn open by a sharp air, and a small part was torn away, directly involved in the center of the stele.

that sharp air
Like sword energy.

Hou Qing sensed his divine soul, which was sucked into the crack of the immortal stele by the sword energy, and disappeared in an instant as if being "devoured".

The loss of this ray of soul does not have much impact on me.

But the most important thing is that sword energy, what exactly is it?
The second master of the Zhong family giggled and said: "The Canghai Monument belongs to you. You have been in the wilderness all these years, and it is in the world. One suffered disaster and the other was robbed. This monument has helped many people and accumulated a lot of good fortune." , it can be regarded as familiar with the great cultivators of all ages. Therefore, if there is a line between the heaven and the earth, even if it is a treasure of the demonic way, it will probably not be destroyed by the thunder."

"As for this sword energy"

The Second Young Master of the Zhong family deliberately slowed down and lowered his voice.

He restrained his smile: "Look carefully, where does the sword energy come from?"

Hou Qing didn't look back this time.

He stared at Zhong Er, who was only a foot away from him, and cautiously poked his soul out, without touching the stele, but wrapping the entire Canghai stele.

He had to be cautious.

From the moment he stepped into the space of the immortal stele, he sensed a strange aura.

It's an intuition.

The Eight or Nine Immortal Seals had worn down his cultivation to a point where it was better than nothing, and the six senses had been greatly weakened. This once unstoppable and unspeakable big devil actually felt at this moment that in the space of this immortal stele, there was something Something that makes myself feel palpitations.

The Canghai Monument is his own.

The whole space is your own.

Why is he upset?

The only explanation is the invincible but extremely annoying ant in front of him.

A smile appeared on Zhong Er's face again.

He saw the irritability and disgust in Hou Qing's eyes.

So he didn't just laugh.

And a good laugh.

What kind of person is Zhong Er?

As early as in the Snow and Mist Forest in Beiyuan, when he met His Highness for the first time, when he let Yi Xiao and Xiao Buyi go, he once told Young Master Duan Wuyin.

He is a loner.

Not just a loner.

Still a person who doesn't play cards according to common sense.

You never know how many cards he has.

You don't even know, how many cards he has.

In this world, no one knows what Zhong Er is thinking and what Zhong Er is going to do.

Even the young master Xiaotao, who has mind-reading skills, and this young junior sister with outstanding intelligence in the South China Sea, was tricked by Zhong Er.

All the people who came to the appointment and participated in the South China Sea Holy Meeting were included in the game by Zhong Er.

The situation changed from chaotic to clear. After the change in the wasteland, the little highness entered the immortal tablet, and everything seemed to become clear.

As Zhong Er himself said.

The strength of the South China Sea has been weakened to an unprecedentedly weak point.

The purpose is to lure out that unspeakable demon, and take advantage of this excellent opportunity created by painstaking efforts to create a "leading wolf into the house", and finally plot to kill Houqing.

Is it really?

His Highness believed it.

So there is this scene now.

Then there was what Zhong Er said to Hou Qing just now.

He wants to use Houqing's hand to completely control his master's body, get out of the ghostly dojo, and reach the sky in one step.

Make skin with a tiger.

Zhong Er has the guts, the courage, and the qualifications.

He played with people's hearts wantonly.

And enjoy the process.

After perceiving the entire immortal stele with his soul, Hou Qing already understood the reason why Zhong Er was able to negotiate with him.

The sword energy that swallowed his own soul originated from the crack at the core of the immortal tablet.

There is a sword in there.

A sword that didn't belong here, but was stuck in the center of the stele.

One, the sword of illusion.

"The art of string control seems to be difficult to practice, but if you really understand it, then everything in the world can be a string." Zhong Er said softly: "Every grass and tree, every rain and frost, a sentence, a word, can be used as strings." It's 'string'."

"This sword is an illusion. It has been inserted into the immortal monument for 16 years."

"I have been here for more than ten years."

"Xianbei is not familiar with me, because he has lived longer than me, too much longer."

Zhong Er smiled and said: "But this sword is very familiar to me, because I almost came here with it."

Hou Qing squinted his eyes, looking at the illusory sword.

The sword qi was criss-crossed and extremely greedy, devouring all the auras that touched the immortal stele.

Such a sword, inserted from outside the immortal stele, continuously absorbs the awe-inspiring spirit of the world, and the embryo of the sword intent has been developed.

What a heaven-defying sword should this be?

If it is pulled out, the cause and effect devoured in the purple mansion, the good fortune, will be used as feedback.

Hou Qing's eyes were already a little hot.

Zhong Er smiled very suitably and said: "You can't move the stele, it's full of human spirit, it's incompatible with you."

"But I can."

"I can manipulate the immortal tablet because I came earlier than you, and this sword is the 'string' in my hand."

The voice fell.

There was silence.

Hou Qing took a deep breath, narrowed his eyes, and carefully looked at this human practitioner who had the guts to negotiate a deal with him.

Puppet master has always been an extremely rare practice system outside of ancient times.

In this lineage, the great practitioners who have truly passed on to the world are all similar to the teachers of a country, or the status of hermits behind the curtain of a sect.

The puppets control the strings, and those who are truly talented to step into the cultivation vein are all eccentrics, ghosts, and wizards who are unique in a million.

In this vein, he inherited from Houqing.

In an extremely long time ago, the patriarch of the devil way, with extremely high and strong spiritual attainments, bewitched batch after group of practitioners, willing to fall into the devil way, willing to follow him, and finally willing to give everything and be obediently Refined into a puppet.

Time is like a knife, countless years have passed, and the traces of those puppets have been erased by time.

Houqing had thought that when he returned to the world, he would re-form a puppet army from back then, gallop across the land, and slaughter.

But he never thought of it.

There is actually such an excellent successor as Zhong Er in the puppet lineage.

The art of string control.

Every plant, every tree, every rain and frost, even a sentence, a word, can become a "string" to manipulate things.

This is an extremely powerful technique, which has been slandered, despised, and ridiculed by others, and it is listed among the most unpopular low-class.

Too many people steal chickens and lose money.

Why?

Because in this world, everything has a "string" that can be manipulated by people.

Big and small things, state affairs and family affairs, the sound of wind and rain, crying and cursing.

Everything has strings and sounds have reasons.

This is a "cause and effect" technique.

Sow the cause and reap the fruit.

A puppeteer who has truly practiced to the pinnacle does not need the slightest string.

Because there is no solid line between cause and effect.

The technique of string control is a technique born for geniuses.

Zhong Er is such a genius.

In ancient times, the patriarch of the demon way calmed down his breath, repeated it over and over again, and finally suppressed all the thoughts that came up in his heart.

He stared blankly at the smiling Zhong Er.

The puppeteer has a string, once it is held tightly, no one can escape or leave.

This string is heart-wrenching.

(End of this chapter)