"Guniang!"

"You're not dead yet?"

Danqing's voice was full of hostility.

Xiaoliu looked at him in shock, "Danqing, how did you..."

"How did what?"

Danqing looked down at her coldly, "How did you not listen to the leader's orders and hide here secretly?"

Xiaoliu kept backing away, her eyes filled with increasing astonishment, "Aren't you already trapped by the leader? How did you..."

"How did I do it? Hehehe..."

Danqing's laughter was suppressed yet unrestrained, seemingly coming from deep within his throat, like a deranged beast.

He lightly waved his brush twice.

As if beckoning to a painting.

Soon, the scroll that recorded Qingyi's true self flew over automatically.

On Danqing's ink-painted face, a look of adoration appeared.

Like a student entering school and looking at their teacher.

Or like a child holding a wooden sword for the first time, looking at an elder with a real sword.

Admiration.

Dependency.

Reluctance.

Various emotions intertwined, forming an extremely distorted expression.

His voice was urgent and hoarse, as if he was pouring out forcefully, "When Master left, she didn't leave me any mementos. I knew they must have been hidden by someone.

I killed many people, but only found two blank scrolls and this brush.

Although Master didn't explicitly leave them for me.

But I know.

These are the relics she wanted to leave for me.

I'm afraid!

I'm afraid of losing them.

So what should I do?

I fused my physical body with these two scrolls.

I even extracted my soul and refined it into the spirit of this miraculous brush.

They all say that Master is gone!

But I know.

They are all lying to me!

Master didn't commit suicide, she was plotted against by them!

As long as I can find Master's true self, I can bring her back to this world.

The leader thinks he's clever.

Thinking that by sealing me, he can do whatever he wants!

But how could he possibly know how much a disciple is willing to sacrifice for their Master?

Two scrolls and one brush, even if they are thousands of miles apart, they are still connected.

No matter how strong the prison, it can never completely cut me off!"

Xiaoliu gritted her teeth and said, "So you suspected the leader from the beginning?"

"Suspected? The word 'suspect' has never existed in my life!"

The smile on Danqing's ink-painted face became more and more sinister, "I only know that the only person who can wholeheartedly devote themselves to Master is me! How could I entrust my life and everything to the leader?

Honestly!

I never doubted the leader.

After all...

He was chosen by Master as the next successor.

Who would have thought he would have selfish motives?

But so what?

What difference does it make whether it's suspicion or trust?

Hahaha..."

His smile was extremely crazy.

Xiaoliu looked fearful, seemingly frightened by his sinister expression, she cowered on the ground.

But Danqing's brush suddenly swung again.

The ink splattered, instantly turning into numerous small prisons, imprisoning invisible things.

The ink quickly contaminated those small things, revealing their ferocious appearance.

These were small insects, preparing to approach Hua Chao's true self scroll.

But they were all intercepted by Danqing.

Danqing looked indifferently at Xiaoliu, "After so many years, you still resort to these unsightly methods?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Danqing's brush stabbed towards Xiaoliu again.

Xiaoliu's face changed drastically, a black shadow flew out of her mouth and quickly turned into a blur, trying to escape.

But she was still a step too slow.

That black insect was directly pierced by Danqing's lightning-fast brush.

It fell to the ground weakly, wriggling and struggling in pain.

It was about to die.

Danqing stopped at this point.

The ink-painted face looked indifferent as he stared at it, "I'll use you, a useless insect, as a warning. The next time I see you, I will exterminate your mother insect!"

He had known this Gu Niang for a long time.

He had known her since the first day she joined our sect.

At that time, Gu Niang was the only trusted subordinate under the leader.

The organization of our sect was loose because everyone followed their true selves, making it difficult to form a disciplined organization.

But it was not impossible to win them over.

However, the cost would be high.

The only object worth winning over was Gu Niang, who could control hosts through parasitism.

The same logic applied to Danqing and Hongchen.

But Gu Niang had a twisted attachment to the leader, and after Danqing settled in, he received considerable attention from the leader. This mother insect actually became jealous.

During a mission, Gu Niang secretly attacked Danqing and was ultimately killed by him.

Of course.

That was how Danqing saw it as killing.

Looking back now, it was probably the leader's intention to obtain the secret technique of Danqing's soul transmigration, deliberately sending Gu Niang to secretly attack him.Interesting!

"Hoo..."

The face painted with blood ink exhaled.

Then he glanced around the room and couldn't help but admire the methods of Gu Niang.

The formation that isolated the energy was well done and very concealed. As long as the door could be successfully closed and the soundproof symbol attached, even the strongest experts would find it difficult to sense what was happening inside.

To be able to secretly attack Hua Chao under the eyes of the Bright Sword Spirit.

Indeed, only she could do it.

Just right!

She made the wedding dress for herself!

But the price was a bit high.

The end of Mingdu was indeed an independent space, secretly connecting Mingdu and the mortal world, and it was also the dojo created by that astonishingly powerful being who created Mingdu.

It was not an exaggeration to call it a small world.

If it weren't for that crack, his physical body and divine soul would have long been separated.

But even with that crack, he was almost isolated. The half at the end of Mingdu couldn't come out, and the half in the mortal world couldn't go in.

In the end, he could only abandon half of his physical body and forcefully let his divine soul break through the blockade.

Although he could still have some connection with that half of his physical body, it would be difficult to return.

The painting space required two scrolls to form, and his big plan was ruined.

But it was all worth it!

Gu Niang had already prepared everything for him!

"Great!"

He looked at Hua Chao in the painting. This was the only lost relic of his master.

It was stolen by that old Taoist surnamed Bai.

Now...

It was finally back in his hands.

His master's true self seemed to have been activated.

Gu Niang, this despicable woman, was always good at mental suggestion and verbal attacks.

And only she could trigger the demonic seed in Hua Chao.

Although Hua Chao was an ordinary and vulgar woman, she was skilled in self-torture to the extreme. She clearly saw the ugly side of her "devoted lover," but still believed that he loved her.

Surprisingly, the demonic seed did not erupt at all.

And it was all thanks to Gu Niang!

Two scrolls hung side by side in the air.

On one side was Hua Chao's true self and ego. Although the true self had not fully awakened, there was still a way to forcefully depict it.

On the other side was the part of the true self that he painted, containing the heartblood of countless people, including himself, Wu Wen, and the Sect Master...

At first, he hesitated.

He was worried that only his heartblood would not be enough to fully revive his master.

But unexpectedly, the master of my teaching was the Ink Saint of the Mo Family!

With the Ink Saint mediating, it was not difficult to obtain Wu Wen's heartblood.

It was just a pity that he couldn't get the heartblood of the old Taoist from the Bai Family and Wu Shi San.

These five people had the closest relationship with Qing Yi.

But Dan Qing was nowhere near the strength to approach the old Taoist from the Bai Family, even though the latter was already bedridden.

As for Wu Shi San.

Dan Qing had a chance originally. If Hong Chen could take down those people, it would not be impossible for him to directly obtain Wu Shi San's heartblood.

But unexpectedly, the conflict at the end of Mingdu was so intense. Ying Wuji directly used the Illusory Mirror Secret Technique to control Hong Chen. Not to mention Wu Shi San's heartblood, he almost lost his life there.

Without the heartblood of these two people, a large part of Qing Yi's true self was empty.

But it didn't matter.

Because the true self painted with other people's heartblood had a large margin of error.

As long as it merged with the true self, the true self could make corrections.

The missing part would indeed have a significant impact.

But at the same time, it could weaken the bond between Qing Yi and the old Taoist from the Bai Family and Wu Shi San.

It wasn't all bad.

"Now..."

Dan Qing looked at Hua Chao's true self with an extremely fanatical expression.

He had taken out the heartblood from Qing Yi's corpse before, but he couldn't paint Qing Yi's true self no matter what.

At that time, he knew that his master must have painted a true self.

The art of Dan Qing.

It was the foundation of the cycle of reincarnation.

One true self.

It was impossible for two to exist at the same time.

But now...

It was enough!

Dan Qing's brush trembled slightly, as if feeling a powerful resistance.

A terrifying fear swept over him from the depths of his heart.

This resistance.

It shouldn't be like this!

Dan Qing panicked.He activated all his mana to depict.

But still couldn't draw a drop of ink.

"What's going on!"

"Just draw it!"

The voice of the painter was desperate, but nothing appeared on the canvas.

Mana poured in.

But still couldn't depict a trace.

He was going crazy.

Everything was already arranged.

Why couldn't he continue at this last step?

In a moment of desperation, the painter even ignited his soul.

But no matter how his soul burned.

He still couldn't make any progress.

"It's impossible!"

"It's impossible!"

The face painted with blood ink twisted like a ghost.

After risking his life for so long in the layout, he was about to fall at the last step.

He was going insane.

The soul and mana burned wildly, and terrifying fluctuations hit the painting again and again, but they couldn't have any effect on the remaining three-tenths of the original pattern.

The painter understood.

His painting technique had already reached its peak.

No one's original self could resist such depiction.

But this painting in front of him blocked it.

The answer was already obvious.

This was the remaining reincarnation method left by Qingyi, and it was also her path to becoming a saint.

Only the seal set by Qingyi could make him completely helpless.

Perhaps...

Did the master really commit suicide?

This thought, just emerged in the painter's mind, began to spread wildly.

But it didn't calm him down.

Instead, it drove him even more insane.

"It's impossible!"

"There's no reason!"

"Master! You can't commit suicide!"

"Master, come out and answer me in person!"

The fluctuations of the burning soul and mana surged towards the painting, but they were like waves hitting a rock, unable to affect it at all.

The face painted with blood ink became more ferocious.

But the more ferocious his expression became.

The paler his complexion.

He was already approaching the end of his strength.

Slowly.

Even his hand was trembling.

But he never gave up.

Just at this moment, there was a movement in the painting.

But before the painter could be happy, he found that the person in the painting seemed to come alive.

A slender and fair hand held the tip of the brush, and a living person walked out of the painting.

Hua Chao looked dazed, her eyes filled with sorrow.

She looked at the face painted with blood ink, her voice extremely cold: "Stop, Senior Qingyi has already passed away. Except for the sealed great supernatural power, I am completely another person, a useless and sentimental waste."

"It's impossible!"

The voice of the painter was desperate: "You're lying to me!"

He desperately tried to pull out the magical brush, wanting to end Hua Chao's life. He couldn't allow his master to become such a person.

But no matter how hard he tried.

The magical brush remained motionless in Hua Chao's hand.

That hand seemed delicate and weak.

But he couldn't do anything about it.

Hua Chao turned around and pointed to the blank canvas: "Senior Qingyi still has a trace of remaining consciousness. Ask whatever you want to ask!"

As she spoke, she released the magical brush.

The face painted with blood ink was stunned for a moment, and looked at the blank canvas again, a hint of fear surged in his eyes.

Near the teacher, he felt timid.

Perhaps this was the feeling.

But he still activated the remaining mana and controlled the magical brush to fly over.

After hesitating for a long time.

He wrote the first question on the blank canvas: "Master! Did I do something wrong?"

Two words quickly appeared below the question: "Wrong."

The magical brush wrote again: "But you were willing to teach me the reincarnation technique at that time."

Answer: "Because I saw your desire for a prosperous era in your eyes."

The magical brush asked again: "Then why did you only teach me half and not the rest?"

Answer: "Because the desire for a prosperous era depends entirely on one person. Once you become like this, even if I am the one who creates the prosperous era, you will be completely wrong."

The magical brush hovered.

As if in a daze for a long time.

Finally.

Trembling, it wrote down the last question: "Master! Can I see you for the last time?"

It stood in front of the painting.

As if waiting expectantly.

But after waiting for a long time, no new answer came.

There was a blank space below the question.

But it was filled with a sense of disappointment.

The expression on the face painted with blood ink froze, and the feeling of anticipation slowly disappeared. When it disappeared completely, only endless silence remained.

The vitality had not dissipated.

But the desire to survive had already been lost.

He seemed to have returned to that winter covered in snow, his body stiff and devoid of any will to survive.

The only difference was.

Last time, the master picked him up from the snow.

But this time, there would be no one to help him escape from the snow cave.

"Let it be!"

The face painted with blood ink slowly dissipated.

Just before it disappeared, he saw the same lifeless expression in Hua Chao's eyes.Until now, he still didn't understand why his master had reduced and modified his true self into such a waste.

But he vaguely remembered that the old Daoist from the Bai family had once said that these were the eyes left behind by his master, ordinary eyes that could see the prosperous world.

Once.

He hated these eyes immensely.

But at this last moment, he wanted to treat these eyes kindly, after all, they were the only thing left by his master in this world.

He shook off all the blood stains from the tip of his brush.

With a gentle flick.

A weak and feeble divine soul flew out.

It lightly attached itself to Hua Chao's brow.

This was his last trace of his own divine soul, which could also be seen as the spiritual essence of the two paintings.

Now.

Consider it as having recognized its master.

But he had no hope of how much power it could exert.

Because he had never had any hope for Hua Chao.

The reason for doing this.

Was simply because he didn't want to disappoint his master with the last thing in his life.

Even though his master was no longer here.

He didn't want to become a traitor.

"Hmm?"

Hua Chao raised her head in confusion, only to find that the two paintings and a brush had fallen to the ground.

Vaguely.

She felt as if these things had recognized their master.

At the same time, a memory surged into her mind.

The end of the Ming capital?

Her body quickly stiffened because in this memory, she saw Ying Wuji.

Wuji... was he trapped?

This world seemed to hide the last crack.

In other words, only I can save them?

Can I do it?

A trace of worry arose in her heart.

But in just a moment, a terrifying and extreme aura of hostility surged out because of this name.

This hostility.

Made her almost go crazy.

She just wanted to tear up the paintings now and completely cut off the thought of Ying Wuji's return.

The words that Xiao Liu had just said kept echoing in her ears.

The voice was unusually mournful, and each echo almost shattered her fragile nerves.

She trembled as she stood up.

Trying to communicate with the paintings using her thoughts.

Just one thought.

And the paintings flew up.

The immense power that had burned her mana and soul had merged into her true self.

As long as she wished, she could open up this crack at any time through the two paintings.

And she only needed one thought to completely abandon this crack.

Memories of the past kept appearing in her mind.

Waves of hostility crashed against her fragile heartstrings like a raging tide.

She was trembling.

But she still trembled as she infused the energy she had just picked up into the paintings, trying to awaken the other painting through the crack.

No matter what.

Let Ying Wuji come back first!

But at this moment.

She found that her energy was not responding at all.

She panicked.

Frantically trying to activate the energy within her true self.

But she couldn't activate it at all.

The more she tried, the more hostility grew in her heart.

She was in so much pain that she felt like going crazy.

And at this moment.

"Creak!"

Someone pushed open the door and entered.

Hua Chao turned her head and saw a group of people standing outside the door.

Bai Yi.

Sword Spirit Aunt.

Wu Shuangxu.

And the rumored unconscious Zhao Ning.

Every person's face was filled with worry.

She felt a bit uneasy and scared, her lips trembling, not knowing how to explain the scene in front of her.

Wu Shuangxu's expression was extremely calm.

She just bent down and picked up the almost lifeless Gu Niangzi and put her into a jade bottle.

Then she looked at Hua Chao and smiled slightly, "All your power comes from your true self, but now you are doing something contradictory to your true self, so how can you do it?"

Hua Chao's tone was somewhat urgent, "Then how can I do it?"

Wu Shuangxu didn't answer, "Now, you should want Ying Wuji to die, so why do you want to save him?"

"I, I..."

Hua Chao didn't know how to answer, she didn't know what had happened.

But just by looking at the expressions of these people, she knew that they must have already known the situation in this room.

She bit her lip.

Her expression was already in extreme pain.

After a long time.

She took a deep breath and said in a pained tone, "I don't know, you tell me how I can do it!"

A faint smile appeared at the corner of Wu Shuangxu's mouth.

She turned around.

And waved outside.

She called out softly, "Come in!"

Hua Chao followed her gaze and saw a familiar figure walking towards her gracefully.

Those eyebrows and eyes.

That smile.

"Mother!"

In a daze, she subconsciously called out.

But soon she realized that something was wrong, the woman in front of her was too young.

"Wanqiu Miss?"

In just this moment of eye contact.

Her emotions almost lost control.

Xiao Liu's words immediately resurfaced in her mind."Miss! You look exactly like your mother! She was abandoned by a heartless person using the excuse of the world, and you are following the same path! It's truly pitiful!"

"He will continue to protect you, just like how Lord Luo protected you and your mother. But so what? It's just to prevent his plaything from being tainted by others!"

Just as her emotions were stabilizing, they quickly began to crumble.

Wu Shuangxu cleared her throat.

She signaled to the others.

Although they were worried, they still followed her out of the room.

Wu Shuangxu gently closed the door, leaving this space for the "mother and daughter" alone.

When Hua Chao saw Hua Wanqiu, her emotions only became excited for a moment before quickly falling again. She forced a smile and said, "Miss Wanqiu, why are you here?"

Seeing that her mood wasn't good, Hua Wanqiu smiled and said, "I might be able to help you solve some of your confusion this time..."

"What makes you think so?"

Hua Chao suddenly reacted to these words.

Just now, her emotions had fluctuated greatly, but after calming down, she had become somewhat peaceful due to exhaustion.

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But she wasn't stupid.

When Wu Shuangxu entered through the door, she had a faint guess that there must be another clever plan by Daoist Bai from the Bai family.

This Hua Wanqiu must have been brought here by Miss Wu.

But...

Why did they bring Hua Wanqiu here?

Hua Chao's suppressed anger suddenly surged again when she heard this, her eyes turning red as she gritted her teeth and said, "Do you know my situation? You have my mother's appearance and some of her memories! You are just a person in Lord Luo's memories, you are not my mother, so why do you think you can help me solve my confusion?"

Upon hearing this, Hua Wanqiu's expression became somewhat desolate, and she bit her lip tightly. "You're right, I'm not..."

Hua Chao felt a bit guilty and quickly turned away to wipe away her tears. "I'm sorry, I was too excited and shouldn't have said such things."

"Ah..."

Hua Wanqiu let out a sigh and gently held Hua Chao's shoulder, turning her body around.

Her gaze was somewhat cautious.

But the love inside couldn't be blocked no matter what.

A faint smile appeared on her face. "You really are a kind-hearted girl."

Hua Chao's body stiffened, unsure whether she should be angry at Hua Wanqiu's behavior.

Hua Wanqiu turned around and looked at the portrait of a man in a mysterious patterned blue robe. She spoke calmly, "I am indeed not your mother. I am not as decisive as your mother, nor as miserable as your mother. I am not even sure if I am a real person."

Hua Chao quickly explained, "That's not what I meant..."

"You don't need to comfort me."

Hua Wanqiu smiled. "Actually, when I found out about this, I felt resentful for a long time. But when I think about it, what does it matter? Brother Yan has always been the hero in my heart, and he has taken care of me in every way, even if that care was actually for your mother. But so what? That's enough!"

Miss Wu told me just now.

She doesn't understand the art of painting souls, and she's not sure if I am a complete person.

But I don't care.

In fact, I am grateful to Yan for giving me your mother's appearance and memories.

Although I don't have your mother's identity, I can still enjoy the happiness that your mother never experienced.

You don't see me as your mother.

But you are kind and haven't hated me because of it.

Being able to watch you from afar is enough for me.

I... don't want to see you in pain."

Hua Chao felt a tightness in her chest. "I understand your feelings, but I also hope you can respect me. You are ultimately just a thought in Lord Luo's mind, and anyone can advise me about this matter, except for you!"

"Perhaps."

Hua Wanqiu's expression became somewhat sorrowful, but she still smiled. "But Miss Wu told me that although the art of painting souls can be influenced by others' emotions, when it is being created, it will extract as many impurities as possible. No matter what the thoughts are, real memories will not be tampered with."

As she spoke, she placed her hand on Hua Chao's palm.

Hua Chao was stunned. "What do you mean by this?"

Hua Wanqiu smiled. "I shouldn't exist in this world to begin with. This year has been my favorite gift. I can't come here for nothing, so before I leave, I have a gift for you."

"You..."

Hua Chao was puzzled and wanted to say something, but she noticed that flames had ignited on Hua Wanqiu's body.

Although she was flesh and blood, when the flames burned, it was as if paper was being consumed.

The flames were bright.

But they weren't scorching.

There was only a slight warmth.

Hua Wanqiu's face showed no signs of pain, only a loving and warm smile, as if she was looking at a young child.

In a daze, Hua Chao seemed to vividly see her own mother.

When she was young.

It was this gaze.The flames came and went quickly.

She didn't even have time to stop it, Hua Wanqiu disappeared before her eyes.

Only strands of warmth flowed into her brow.

Memories appeared in her mind, vivid and clear.

There were many scenes in the memories.

But each scene had a young man and a young woman.

No luxurious clothes, but full of youthful spirit.

Wearing coarse clothes, yet still as beautiful as jade.

They first met under the willow tree on a spring day.

The girl was lazy while washing clothes by the river. She put down the laundry stick, played a tune on the flute, and after playing, she saw the handsome scholar peeping at her under the willow tree.

They exchanged a few jokes.

And they became acquainted.

The scholar was a disciple of a fallen noble, full of talent and ambition but nowhere to display it.

The girl liked his talent and ambition, so she secretly arranged for a matchmaker to persuade the scholar to propose.

The scholar was nervous.

But he still went to propose with the only hen that laid eggs in his family.

Although the life of the newlyweds was poor, they were happy.

Until the year of the locust plague.

The village was filled with starving corpses, and many people died.

Fortunately, the young couple was healthy and barely survived.

From that day on.

The scholar started doing physical labor.

He did whatever work paid well.

He became stronger.

And he experienced many hardships.

One day, he gave all the savings to his wife and said he wanted to go to the capital city to seek a way out.

His wife was reluctant, until she heard him say: "Although the future is uncertain, as long as there is a place to stand, I will shelter the suffering of the world."

His wife hesitated for a moment.

And agreed.

She took out half of their savings as travel expenses and bid farewell to her husband.

It was snowing that day.

In the vast snowy field.

One person stopped, watching the departure of another.

One person moved forward, looking back three times.

The memory had a gap.

In the blink of an eye, it came to several years later.

The subsequent memories were similar to what Ying Wuji had described.

But there were slight differences.

Luo Yan did not drive away the mother and daughter, but tried his best to persuade them to stay.

In the yard where the couple saw each other for the last time.

Their little daughter was sent to the neighbor's house to be taken care of.

Luo Yan was reluctant, "Qingyu is just hot-tempered, but she is actually a very kind person. As long as I persuade her for a few more days, she will definitely agree for you to stay. Wanqiu, don't leave..."

Hua Wanqiu asked, "Does she love you?"

"Probably."

"Do you love her?"

"I only treat her as my wife, and..."

"Do you still remember your ideals?"

"Of course!"

"Does she support your ambitions?"

"She supports..."

"Huh!"

Hua Wanqiu took several deep breaths in succession, trembling as she asked, "If I'm here, can she still convince the Wei family to support you with all their might?"

Luo Yan opened his mouth, but didn't say anything, he was speechless.

Hua Wanqiu wiped away her tears, "Treat her well, meeting her is your luck! I'm leaving, not because I hate you. Yan, go and fulfill your ambitions. Many people died in Quwo two years ago."

"But even if you don't leave, I can still achieve these things."

"Don't be silly, it's impossible! Only the Wei family has the ability to help you now. Even if you really have other women, they can only be women from the Wei family. Go, become the hero of the world."

"I, I don't want to be the hero of the world anymore, I just want you to stay... No! I'll go back home with you."

"Slap!"

A slap landed.

Hua Wanqiu's voice trembled, "If you give up now, can you make up for the many years we've lost?"

The couple stared at each other for a long time, without saying a word.

Only tears and painful sobs remained.

In the end.

Hua Wanqiu still left.

Three days later.

Someone delivered a letter she left to Luo Yan.

There was only one sentence on it: When you have great power and can save millions with a single word, I will tell our daughter that her father is a hero.

The memory stopped here.

Hua Chao sat on the ground in despair.

These were things she didn't know before.

Now she suddenly remembered.

Whenever she mentioned her father, her mother never said a bad word about him. She only explained that he was not a bad person, and it was not her father who abandoned them, but they left on their own.

She said it many times.

But she never believed it.

She stubbornly believed that it was just her mother's excuse for a heartless person.

When her mother was seriously ill and delirious with a high fever, she kept saying: "He didn't abandon us, it was me who didn't let him come. Your father is not a heartless person who abandoned his wife and daughter, but a hero of the world."

"Why didn't I believe it even once?"

Hua Chao felt a sharp pain in her heart.

She thought of the past.

She thought of the letters of good news that had arrived in recent days.

For a moment.Full of shame.

She wiped away the tears on her face.

But soon, new tears wet her face again.

Trembling, she stood up, her expression confused as she muttered, "Are the heroes of the world like this?"

She picked up the painting at some point.

...

Outside the door.

Zhao Ning supported his weak body and looked at Wu Shuangxu. "Miss Wu, can this really save Wuji?"

In fact, she had already woken up.

But her physical and mental state was too poor and she needed to rest.

But she never expected that the news from Cao Gonggong said that the end of the Mingdu might have already closed.

If there were people inside, they might have to wait for decades to come out.

She didn't know if Ying Wuji was inside.

But if he wasn't, with Ying Wuji's abilities, he could at least come back safely, right?

In her anxiety, she found her senior sister Wu Shuangxu.

But she never expected to be brought here by Wu Shuangxu.

Wu Shuangxu shook her head uncertainly. "Master said that the world is unpredictable, but there is a predetermined fate in the dark. We have done everything we can, so let's leave it to fate!"

Zhao Ning fell silent.

She had always held awe for this master.

Who could have imagined that so many past events would be entangled in this small bookstore?

Hua Wanqiu was born because of painting.

But because Wu Shuangxu completely lost control of painting.

Indeed, they had done their best.

But these three words, "leave it to fate," only made her more worried.

She couldn't be without Ying Wuji.

Just like the Great Li in the future couldn't be without the Great Li Academy.

So she looked at Wu Shuangxu again.

Wu Shuangxu understood her worries and took out a letter from her pocket. "I don't know much about other things, but this is a letter from Senior Qingyi to Master. This is all I have left."

Zhao Ning quickly opened the letter.

The handwriting on it was elegant and unique.

"Brother Bai, it's as if we've met through words.

Since we parted ways, it has been seven years. Your wise words have always been on my mind, keeping me awake at night.

The path of the sage has already deviated, and being an ordinary person is ultimately the worst choice.

Now that my soldiers have disbanded, I have a favor to ask.

I hope Brother can use the Tianyan divine art to choose a fate for me.

The method of reincarnation is already depicted in this painting.

If with the eyes of an ordinary person, one can still see the wonders of the world.

Then a prosperous era can be expected.

Qingyi's final words!"

Zhao Ning pondered for a moment. The Tianyan divine art was a Taoist method that determined spiritual abilities. The fortune-telling technique that Han Juan learned was a method derived from this spiritual ability to observe the overall situation.

The Great Dao is complete with fifty, but Tianyan is only forty-nine. It can never be completely perfect, but there is always a glimmer of hope.

But...

Can this glimmer of hope really be grasped?

Just as she worried.

A sound of a heavy object falling came from the room.

Everyone's expressions changed, and they hurriedly pushed open the door and found that Hua Chao had fainted on the ground, tightly holding the painting brush in her hand.

And the painting was suspended in mid-air.

The self-portrait of Qingyi had already disappeared.

But there was an additional dark object.

Like...

A crack?

...

At the end of Mingdu.

Everyone stared at the painting spread out on the ground, not knowing what had happened.

Some thought that the painting had already escaped and were so angry that they pounded the floor.

Some shouted for Ying Wuji to take action and destroy the rules of the ego.

Some even wanted to tear the painting scroll to vent their anger.

But they were stopped by Ying Wuji.

He pondered, thinking about what kind of method he could use to deceive Ji Tong.

There were many calculations from all sides.

But there were also loopholes in all of them.

He never expected.

That in the end, he would be the one who suffered the most.

But as long as his external incarnation could be activated, there might still be a chance to save the situation.

But... it was really difficult.

For a while.

These powerful warriors who could make the world tremble were like a group of resentful women.

In despair, anyone would become a mob.

The restless atmosphere grew stronger and stronger. If it wasn't restrained, they might start fighting among themselves.

And at this moment.

Mi Xingli finally completed her enlightenment and leaped down from the sky.

Seeing that no one was fighting, she smiled happily and punched Ying Wuji's shoulder. "Impressive! You really turned swords into plowshares!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she realized that something was not right with the atmosphere.

She couldn't help but ask, "Hey! Could it be..."

Ying Wuji tugged at the corner of his mouth, revealing an ugly smile.

Mi Xingli's mouth twitched. "Oh no! Could it be that in the end, I'll be the one to accompany you in loneliness until old age?"

Ying Wuji pointed to the group of people. "Aren't there still so many people here?"

Mi Xingli's expression changed. "No! They're all a bit old and not good-looking. You have to be pure in love and not have those perverted thoughts!"

Ying Wuji: "???"He felt something was off and couldn't help but ask, "You don't seem nervous at all. Have you realized something?"

Mi Xingli chuckled, "I managed to comprehend a part of the Heavenly Evolution Spirit Technique during my spare time. I've only grasped the basics, but I also divined for this journey."

Ying Wuji asked, "What?"

Mi Xingli nudged Ying Wuji's arm, "Turn misfortune into fortune!"

Ying Wuji glanced down at her.

So full.

Could it really turn into fortune?

He asked, "How to turn it into fortune?"

Mi Xingli shrugged, "How would I know?"

As soon as her words fell.

The scroll on the ground suddenly propped up.

On the scroll, there was a dark thing.

It seemed to be... a crack.

Everyone looked at each other.

Ying Wuji reacted quickly. As soon as he heard about turning misfortune into fortune, he started to prepare quietly. Seeing this change, he instantly activated his ultimate ability, immobilizing everyone except for the Thirteenth Master and Mi Xingli.

Then he pushed the two of them in one after another, "You two go first!"

He followed closely behind.

In the sky, the painful cries of the original self's phantom quickly rang out.

"You all come one by one!"

"The crack isn't that big."

"It's stretching..."

"It's going to break!"

...

After Ying Wuji stepped out of the scroll, he immediately rolled up the scroll.

There were many people in the room, only Mi Xingli and the Thirteenth Master were invited out.

"Ning'er?"

"Sword Spirit Senior?"

"Wu Qianhu?"

Wu Shuangxu corrected, "It's Wu Commander."

Zhao Ning's eyes were already red. Seeing Ying Wuji come out, she couldn't control her emotions and threw herself into his arms.

These days.

She was worried to death.

Victories were reported from both Yin Mountain and An City.

But her husband and the greatest contributor were missing.

No one knew how guilty she felt.

No one knew what kind of torment she was enduring.

Ying Wuji held her tightly, feeling an unreal sense of happiness.

A moment ago, he was still helpless and furious in the predicament.

The next moment, he was back home with his beloved in his arms.

What was going on?

He couldn't help but ask, "How did I get out?"

Zhao Ning finally realized something was wrong and quickly broke free from his arms.

She pointed at Hua Chao, who had just woken up from a coma on the bed, and Bai Yi, who was taking care of her.

Hua Chao had just had a demonic outbreak.

But she still suppressed all her negative emotions and saved Ying Wuji.

From any perspective, she should take care of her feelings. Her behavior just now might have touched her most vulnerable place, right?

But it was a bit strange.

Apart from some sadness, Hua Chao didn't show any hatred or resentment.

Ying Wuji still didn't understand what had happened, but it seemed that he read something from Hua Chao's eyes.

He stepped forward slowly, as if testing.

Fortunately, Hua Chao didn't avoid his gaze, but instead raised her head to meet it.

Her eyes were red.

Her face showed embarrassment and a hint of timidity.

This expression was complicated.

But Ying Wuji seemed to be able to summarize it in three words: seeking a hug.

He sat on the bed, without asking anything, he directly held her in his arms.

Hua Chao didn't struggle, she just lay on his shoulder.

Tears fell like rain.

After a long time.

She spoke carefully, "I want to go home. Can I still go back?"

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