"You!" he suddenly raised his hand and pointed at Wu Fatzi, the delicate little hand was raised, but with an invisible oppression. I saw that Wu Fatzi's feet were weak, and he fell directly to the ground.

"Insult me and kill me!"

Wang Jing quickly turned the hand pointing at Wu Fatzi into a neck-grabbing action, only to see that Wu Fatty's neck was instantly grabbed by a puff of air, and his body suddenly became distorted, this is killing people in the air, his skills are simply terrifying.

"Master Wang Jing!" I hurriedly stopped him: "Can you let him go?" This matter has nothing to do with him, this is an allusion to the folk girl Jin Yaotu told in the story of later generations! This story was told to him. ”

Wang Jing's eyes were still fierce, but there was a trace of hesitation in the fierceness.

After a moment, his hand was released, and I heard Fat Wu make a coughing sound, and his face changed color. Huang Yiyi and Chen Sisi hurriedly went up to support him.

"What did you say?" Wang Jing looked at me and said, "You are a cultivator, right?"

Actually, I'm still far from being able to cultivate the Tao at this level, and at most I've just read some books! I know more than anyone else. If you want to talk about the true cultivation path, you need to cultivate the mountain art of the five arts.

"If I hadn't seen some different temperaments in you, now, I'd let you die for him!"

In front of Wang Jing, I am too weak, if he really wants to kill me, I will have no power to fight back.

"I know, it's easy for you to kill me, but what I'm saying is just an allusion left over from the past, and what you want to do is restore the truth of what happened back then, not kill me, right?"

Wang Jing looked at me again, his gaze began to become firm, and then he snorted: "You are right, I want to restore the truth of the matter." ”

Speaking of this, her eyes began to flicker, thinking back to the distant past: "I have been married to Jin Yao since I was a child, and he is my Wang Jingwei's fiancée! The two of them met, and they hated each other, so they got married, and they married me with two fingers. At that time in Kaifeng, Jin Yao's father had a prominent reputation for saving countless people, which attracted the attention of the royal family, so he invited him to the palace and allowed him to be the imperial doctor. However, Jin Yao's father had no intention of fame and fortune, just to save the suffering, so he politely declined the royal invitation. Fearing royal reprisals, he left Kaifeng and lived a reclusive life. ”

"Although we were separated from each other at that time, we still exchanged letters! After I became adults, I was even more in love, and the letters were full of thoughts for each other. I still remember that day, I made an appointment with Jin Yao to meet on August 15. But before August 15, Jin Yao and her father were invited to the palace to treat the emperor. ”

I told her that the day she left the palace would be the time for me to marry her! Day after day, even if I could still expect to wait, but only a month later, the news of the death of Jin Yao and her father came out of the palace. At the time, I felt like my whole body was going to collapse, and that feeling, you know, you understand, you understand?"

Wang Jing's eyes were full of despair! Looking into his eyes, I could understand how he felt at that time! He was not afraid to wait for a month, a year, or 10 years for the sake of his love! He was afraid to wait for such desperate news.

"I've never met Jin Yao, and I don't dare to blame the royal people! I just hope that they can give me Jin Yao's body! I can give Jin Yao a good burial! Give him the name of his wife. However, they refused to give me even the corpse, and even found me, and asked me to paint with the bones of Jianyao, the hair as the core, and the blood as the ink! ”

"I thought about refusing, but in the end I did it, if I didn't do it, I could only die! I am not afraid of death, but I am afraid that after I die, even my soul will not be able to see Jinyao. So, I held the pen made of the body of my favorite woman, drew the picture of the folk girl Jianyao and hung it in the emperor's bedroom, so that he could sing with the soul of Jianyao every day. ”

Hearing this, I feel that this is similar to the story that Ye Tingting told me before, except that the role of the story has changed, become the party, and become the painter.

This story had nothing to do with the painting that absorbed the soul, so I asked softly, "What about the other painting you made, the one made with the human skin rejuvenation technique." ”

Wang Jing looked at me, sneered, and continued: "Later, the emperor died! When I saw the corpse of Jin Yao, I was planning to paint, I took her skin, soaked it in ghost grass and the heavenly baby for seven hundred and forty-nine days, and refined the skin into paper that was not afraid of the sun and rain. After I came out, it took me a year to draw another picture of a folk girl. I transferred the soul of Jin Yao I brought out to the painting I made, and I used the Three Thunder Spell to seal my Yuan Shen in the body of Jin Yao in the painting, as long as this painting collects three hundred and sixty-four souls, I can go out and meet Jin Yao. ”

"Originally, I thought that this day would not be long before it came true, but who knows, it has been a thousand years. Fortunately, I finally came out, but, why didn't I see my Jinyao?"

His emotions suddenly became agitated, and his eyes stared at me as if he were asking me.

I didn't expect that there would be such a huge story behind this, and looking at Wang Jing, I was moved by his experience. I don't know how desperate he felt when he picked up the bones of the love of his life and painted.

And when he could only watch his fiancée's soul and the emperor night and night all day long, I didn't know how strong his psychology was, so he survived.

In any case, the man in front of me is definitely worthy of my admiration! His dedication to love is singing and crying!

Looking at him, I said movingly: "Jianyao, she must have been resurrected, but she is not ready to see you!"

"No!" he suddenly became manic: "We have been preparing for a thousand years, how can she not be ready! She must have been hidden, she must have been hidden, it must have been hidden, it must be you, you must have hidden her." You want to tear us apart, you want us to never be reunited. ”

"Give me back the scarf, return me scarf!" he suddenly put his gaze on me, and without giving me a chance to react, I saw him grab his hand in the air, only to see a strong air flow directly grab my neck.

The power was too great, even more terrifying than the last time the blind old man did......

As soon as I grabbed it, I felt like my neck was instantly broken!