Chapter 169: The Demon of the Heart
Before Ye Qinzhu could react, he heard a strange scream, and a man with a proud face walked out of the corner.
"You're you again?" Han Tang's eyes glanced at him coldly.
The arrogant man was followed by several spirit masters, and Ye Qinzhu roughly estimated that most of them were above five stars.
"Miss Ye San, don't come here to be harmed?" The man ignored Han Tang's expression, and instead said to Ye Qinzhu with a big grin.
"You've mistaken someone. Ye Qinzhu smiled politely, "Little woman Zhu Zhen." It's not Miss Ye San. ”
The arrogant man laughed, stretched out his finger and pointed at Ye Qinzhu, and his rough movements made Ye Qinzhu couldn't help frowning.
"Miss Ye San, you either don't have such a look, or you can admit it generously. Since you were born with such a beautiful country, you can't blame me for not forgetting it. ”
Han Tang took a step forward and stretched out his hand to stop between the arrogant man and Ye Qinzhu.
"Catch her!" The man waved his hand violently, and rushed towards Ye Qinzhu first.
Ye Qinzhu was about to take out the double swords, but seeing that Han Tang didn't say a word, he turned around and grabbed the man's shoulder, shook him hard, and threw him out.
The spirit masters beside the man were shocked to see that the most powerful bosses were all repulsed, and they all hesitated.
"Get out. Han Tang stretched out his hand and pointed back.
The man on the ground scolded and barely got up, glaring at Han Tang not to be outdone.
"Oh, the dogleg of the previous dynasty, dare to talk to me like this?"
As soon as his words fell, Ye Qinzhu saw that Han Tang's complexion, which had only eased not long ago, instantly became extremely bad.
She secretly said badly, took a step forward, danced her twin swords, and took Han Tang's attack for the arrogant spirit master who hadn't even arrived at the six-star level.
Although Han Tang was only a popular third-rank, Ye Qinzhu collided with his spiritual power, and he only felt that he was competing with the Seven Star Spirit Master.
Han Tang had abundant spiritual power in his body, not at all like a six-star spirit master.
"Get out of the way!" Han Tang roared.
Ye Qinzhu slapped the arrogant man's head with a palm, directly knocking him unconscious. Then, she followed Han Tang's attack with her left hand, and the spiritual power of her right hand gathered, turning into a rope and entangled the rest of the spirit masters who wanted to escape.
Pointing to confirm that everyone present was under control, Ye Qinzhu concentrated, grabbed Han Tang's palms with his backhand, and raised his foot and kicked Han Tang's soft lower abdomen.
Today, Han Tang is wearing a gorgeous son's clothes, and Ye Qinzhu's foot easily spreads the pain to his whole body.
Seeing him stumbling back, obviously regaining his senses, Ye Qinzhu did not delay, knocked out several spirit masters, took out the potion from the Nashi, and dripped it into his mouth one by one.
"What are you doing?" After putting the medicine bottle back into the Nashi, she heard Han Tang, who had eased up, ask.
"I, naturally, let these people have a big dream and forget about it. Ye Qinzhu put away the delicacy and replied.
These strange potions were still picked up by her in Vermilion Bird Lane when she was not deeply involved in the world.
Now that I think about it, she was hanging around with a hat at that time, and she was really carefree and worry-free.
She pushed the body of the last spirit master back, and he fell to the ground, turning and walking towards Han Tang.
"You can't kill people, and you can't expose them. The best thing to do is to clear their memories. ”
At the mention of this, she couldn't help but reach out and touch her face.
When it comes to hiding his identity, this face looks very chicken, and I don't know if there is any way to temporarily hide his original face.
Han Tang sat on the ground, waiting for Ye Qinzhu to stretch out his hand to him, and he held on hard before he barely stood up.
"What's going on?" Ye Qinzhu continued the previous topic.
Han Tang closed his mouth and did not reply.
Ye Qinzhu probed a little, and knew that the spiritual power in his body was messed up.
She sorted out a wisp of spiritual power and went to help Han Tang straighten out the spiritual power in her body.
After her body returned to normal, she heard Han Tang sigh softly.
"The third young lady is well-informed, I don't know if you have heard of the demon in her heart?"
At that time, when he mentioned himself to Ye Qinzhu, Ye Qinzhu did not react, at this time, Han Tang said that he was well-informed, and he must have more irony.
Ye Qinzhu also lived up to his trust, and shook his head very simply.
"I don't know. ”
Han Tang's hand moved away from his heart, he let go of the hand holding Ye Qinzhu, and walked alone again.
"When a spiritual master is cultivating, he sometimes suffers from a bottleneck due to the instability of his mind, and if this bottleneck is not broken through for a long time, he will become depressed in his heart and form the spiritual master's inner demons. ”
"This kind of thing, in addition to affecting cultivation, what other consequences will it have?" Ye Qinzhu's previous cultivation was smooth, and he had never heard of the stubble of the inner demon. At this time, when he saw Han Tang mention it, he couldn't help but ask.
"What affects cultivation is only the mind. Han Tang smiled slightly, signaling Ye Qinzhu to think too simply, "And the inner demon can kill people." ”
"Once a spirit master has formed a demon in his heart, he will definitely die if he can't break it within ten years. ”
"Do you have demons?" Ye Qinzhu realized the meaning of Han Tang's words and asked bluntly.
"Yes. Xu is Han Tang has not talked to anyone like this for a long time, and he did not hide it, and generously explained the truth.
"How long has it been?" Ye Qinzhu looked at Han Tang.
"Seven years. ”
Ye Qinzhu exhaled slowly.
It's been five years, and according to Han Tang, if he can't break the demons in his heart, he will only have three years of longevity.
"I've been stuck at six stars since I was eighteen years old and can't move up to a star. When I was twenty years old, Master found that I was haunted by demons and that all the tools I had refined were in tatters, so he simply stopped cultivating me. ”
Ye Qinzhu heard Han Tang say.
Actually, the man was right, my parents did run away in a hurry, and then they couldn't adapt to the hard life, so they went to Huangquan together when I was four years old. ”
"I have followed Master for twenty years, and in twenty years, there has never been a third person by my side, so much so that I have forgotten how to talk calmly with someone other than Master. ”
Ye Qinzhu raised his eyes to look at Han Tang, and the corners of his mouth slightly hooked up a sneer.
"Miss Zhu, do you think I have been lonely for more than 20 years?"
Han Tang turned his head with a smile and unexpectedly collided with the other party's smile.
"Lonely?" Ye Qinzhu shook his head, "You at least have your master, you can't be lonely." ”
"If you talk about loneliness, the real loneliness is Han Yu in the game world. And you, who are lonely to the extreme, and who are unwilling to show their true feelings to the people around them, and even the only person you talk to is reluctantly tied to you.
You can only be considered pitiful, pitiful. ”
Ye Qinzhu's mood seemed to have suddenly improved, and the corners of his mouth were accompanied by a smile of unknown meaning, clapping his hands in celebration.
Han Tang looked at the girl, and because of her disgust for him, she showed her joy to the fullest.
That's right, forcibly put down the Gu, forced her to kill, and forcibly ordered her to follow, it's strange that she would like them like this.
"I think so too. He nodded and distanced himself from Ye Qinzhu.
"I can't do what I want in this life and in this life, I am really pitiful. ”
God is in the previous dynasty, and he is in the present dynasty, and he is unfilial to his son and disrespectful to his disciples.
Han Tang, who lives in this world, is sad and pitiful.