Fu Canglu

Chapter 445 Death of the Puppet Master ([-])

"Your eyes can deceive you, your ears can deceive you."

"So don't believe what you see and don't believe what you hear."

"Because these are what I let you see and hear."

Puppeteer is the most inconspicuous practice among the lower nine streams.

The lower nine streams, except for the upright practice system such as Yuanqi Buddhism, the rest are basically called the lower nine streams.

But this is not a derogatory term.

Qijiang River North and North, the two great masters, are the best among the "lower nine streams".

In the battle between Qi and Liang in the Northern Wei Dynasty, half of the chips were bet on the hands of the two masters who were in charge of the "lower nine streams".

The technique of manipulating puppets is quite different from mystic arts.

Mysterious arts duel, the momentum is huge, move forward with the tricks, ten kills in one step, the sky, the earth, the stars, the sun and the moon are eclipsed.People who practice profound arts, even if the deity looks thin and weak, but if they have cultivated to a very high level, they can cross "a certain threshold" like a powerful practitioner with no need for strength.

Inside the Buddha's skeleton, Xuanshang Yu himself performed mystic arts with the power of the soul of the ten realms, and he was indistinguishable from the sword master's "Ghost Seeing Sorrow", almost breaking down the entire small world.

Practitioners of string control already rely purely on external forces.

Back then, Hou Qing, who controlled the entire Demon Island, formed an entire army of masters under his command. What kind of terrifying external force was this?Practitioners of the indescribable realm who have cultivated to Houqing's stage have enough mental strength, and they can even defeat Buddhism and Taoism by themselves.

Puppet master, also known as string master.

A puppeteer practicing string art is actually equivalent to stepping half a foot into the magic way.

Because if you want to strengthen yourself, the fastest and easiest way is to control another puppet master.

Let the other party willingly dedicate their lives for themselves, and finally turn into a puppet, walking under their own control for the rest of their lives.

This point is not much different from the devouring assimilation method of the ancient magic way.

Therefore, the duel between the puppet masters is not too fancy, and it is destined that there will be no big scenes of heaven and earth falling apart.

This will be a thrilling, but bloodless fight.

Hou Qing looked at the stele in front of him, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he slowly returned to his expressionless face.

This indescribable master of the demon way stood quietly in place, within the narrow space of the immortal stele, he sensed the invisible silk thread slowly falling down from under the dome, closing and flapping beside him.

silk string.

The shape of the sword on the stele slowly condensed, which was an extremely slow process.

That sword is indeed a daunting sword.

Only the hilt of the sword was exposed, and the blade was half a foot long.

Hou Qing was thinking calmly in his heart, if the sword is pulled out smoothly, the body of the sword will be like water, and the whole body will be clear, and it will all be formed by the flow of pure cause and effect.

Who in the world today can resist this sword?
Thinking of this makes my heart palpitate.

After a brief moment.

Master Mo Dao was thinking about the second question.

Why did the person behind him dare to be so bold?
He let the silk strings hanging from the dome slowly move closer to him, with a slight tendency to entangle him.

Don't move or hide, don't dodge or avoid.

He knew that Zhong Er was very courageous.

But never thought that Zhong Er would be so courageous.

Hou Qing didn't know how many years had passed since he created the technique of string control to the present era of decline.

The real vicissitudes.

Undoubtedly, a long, long time has passed.

The art of string control that has been passed down for a long time is no longer the patriarchal method of magic, even if it is still in the ranks of the lower ranks, it can at least rank among the ranks of Dharma sects that can practice openly and aboveboard.

There is a founder of a mountain, and the Dharma Mountain of Kongxian is the founder of the mountain himself. Is it because too long time has passed, and later generations have forgotten himself?
This seemingly emaciated human boy actually wants to refine himself, the ancestor of the demonic way who really created the string control method?

Intrigue, tricking himself to draw the sword, from the beginning to the present, every step of Zhong Er reveals a word.

greedy.

This person is extremely bold, greedy and reckless.

Hou Qing just thought it was funny.

He was unmoved, watching the shape of the sword in front of him slowly solidify, and finally the hilt was handed to him.

Zhong Er's lazy voice came from behind: "You hold the hilt of the sword, and I will put the string on the sword, and then I can draw out the sword."

Hou Qing smiled and held the hilt of his sword.

Thousands of strings above the dome fell on the sword, strands and strands, and the sword energy burst out by itself, strangling endlessly. After a while, countless invisible strings wrapped the sword body and bound it layer by layer.

Zhong Er shouted softly: "Draw out the sword."

Hou Qing remained motionless.

Zhong Er squinted his eyes, and saw that the master of the demon way chuckled, and slowly let go of the hand holding the hilt of the sword.

Hou Qing turned around and took a big step away from the sword shape.

He has no expression on his face, his eyes are extremely indifferent, pointing to the illusory sword, and his tone is calm: "I can't trust you, you have to show a little sincerity."

Zhong Er did not speak.

Hou Qing knew that the young man behind him was bold and fearless, and dared to play tricks and schemes. In the end, there was no reason for him to lose himself.

Hou Qing knew that Zhong Er would not put himself in danger.

I have expended a lot of mental effort to speculate and deduce, and the result I got is very simple.

Zhong Er wants to live.

So he naturally made a request.

"You come and hold this sword."

Hou Qing looked calm, looked at Zhong Er, and looked at this young man with a face like porcelain and a bright red and white smile.

He just needs to grasp this point and firmly hold on to Zhong Er.

Be tied to yourself.

If Zhong Er can live, he can live.

So whether it was drawing the sword or controlling the strings, the risk that should have been borne by him alone became two people.

Hou Qing looked indifferent, waiting for Zhong Er's reply.

The young man with a bright smile didn't hesitate at all, and said hello directly, maintaining a suspended posture, slowly floated before the hilt of the sword, and was about to reach out to hold the hilt.

A hand stopped in front of his.

The body of the young second master of the Zhong family was originally incorporeal, but fortunately this sword is also incorporeal, so you only need to maintain an empty grip, but there is an extra hand to block it, so Zhong Er stopped his hand and smiled. Looking intently at Houqing.

The patriarch of the Demon Dao, whose mind was as deep as the sea, looked as usual at this moment, with slightly lowered eyebrows and eyes.

He said softly: "I never thought that there would be a descendant like you in the control string."

The second young master of the Zhong family was slightly taken aback.

"In ancient times, there are almost very few inheritances left by the giants of the demonic way. It is too difficult to find an amazing descendant."

Hou Qing frowned slightly.

He thought about it carefully, and in his mind, he went through every sentence and every scene from the time Zhong Er met him up to now, and after confirming that it was correct, he said solemnly: "You are a very good person. "

After thinking for a while, Hou Qing said two words: "Genius."

The young second master of the Zhong family narrowed his eyes.

"The deployment of the string technique does not see blood or hurt people. If you want people to fall into your trap quietly, you have to disguise your intentions from the very beginning."

Hou Qing slightly closed his eyes.

"Misleading."

"Constantly misleading."

"Let people have doubts, and then continue to doubt, and finally lose the ability to judge, one wrong step, one wrong step, and finally lose everything."

Hou Qing's tone was steady and indifferent, his speech was slow, and every word and sentence was extremely clear.

Zhong Er's complexion was a little stiff, his eyes slightly dodged.

All this was seen by Hou Qing.

The corners of the mouth of this master of magic way rose slightly, and he seemed to be in a good mood.

Zhong Er racked his brains, how long has he been waiting here for him?

How long have you set up for your own arrival?

Such a game, after careful preparation, a lot of packaging, unpacking layer by layer, is the real intention in the end.

Hou Qing said softly, "You want me to draw my sword?"

This is an interrogative sentence.

Zhong Er was a little stunned.

Hou Qing pointed to the sword.

A bureau must have a core.

This sword is the core.

"you are too young."

Hou Qing said calmly: "If you lived a few more years, you wouldn't be so eager to agree to my request to hold the sword."

Zhong Er pursed his lips.

He realized what kind of "mistake" he had made just now.

"You don't want me to draw my sword."

Hou Qing said softly, "You want to draw your sword yourself."

The second master of the Zhong family's breathing was slightly heavy.

Hou Qing smiled and said, "You want me to take the initiative to give up the opportunity to draw the sword, so that it will be logical, so that I can draw the sword along the way."

He looked down at the sword.

Such a sword looks like an extremely dangerous sword.

A sword that can only be pulled out barely with the skill of string control.

Zhong Er could not pull out the sword by himself.

He needs to use his own strength.

But if this sword is pulled out, there will be a great opportunity?

What if Zhong Er didn't want him to get this opportunity?
The corners of Hou Qing's lips turned up, thinking of the little trick that he wanted to refuse and give up just now, he almost deceived himself.

He looked at Zhong Er.

Zhong Er's eyes are no longer peaceful.

Instead, an uncontrollable panic flashed through. This emotion was not well concealed, even a little clumsy. In Hou Qing's view, it was inevitable to find it ridiculous.

Master Mo Dao said with a smile: "You made a wrong step, so you lost."

The sword energy inside the stele began to spin.

Zhong Er had already put on the silk strings of the sword body to generate energy on his own, causing the sword's sword energy to rotate slowly.

The game of string masters is about to come to an end.

Hou Qing said softly: "You didn't guess it, but I guessed it."

"So you lost."

Hou Qing put his palm on the hilt of the sword with a calm expression.

Hold on to the next brake.

draw sword.

The complexion of the master of the demon way suddenly changed.

The ghostly voice of Zhong Er came from the ear.

"I guessed it, and you will guess it."

(End of this chapter)