readx;?“ I am...... It's not going to die!haha...... Ha ha...... The ...... of our Yamato nation The illusionist doesn't ...... Dead, because everything we create is an illusion, even ourselves...... body, own ...... Life is an illusion......" Weaver laughed hard, "a hundred strokes...... Even with a thousand spears in hand, how could they kill an illusion that couldn't be killed at all...... Life is a play, and the life of an illusionist is an innumerable play...... Even if you kill me a thousand times, I can be reborn a thousand and once...... Hahaha...... Ha ......"

Her laughter was incoherent, and the giant bears and yaksha who were still menacing just now were all standing around her, each looking up at Yan Gexing at the top of the flagpole. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Mr. Yan, if you can control the invasion of the mausoleum, how can you kill more?" Tang Wan exclaimed.

She did not want to watch the soul weaver being shot, China in the 21st century is a society ruled by law, and the law protects both all Chinese and every foreigner. Under the general pattern of global integration and the global village of the world, countering violence with violence and excessive killing will only make the living environment of the people on earth worse and worse. If we want to change this bad trend, we can only start with ourselves, cherish our lives and the lives of our enemies, and pursue the perfect realm of "soldiers who surrender without a fight."

"Yes, if you can control the invasion of the mausoleum, how can you kill and injure more? Even the ancients knew the truth, how can modern people forget? Weaving souls, I won't kill you, go back to Mount Fuji. In addition, please tell the Lingshi that the so-called illusionists and puppeteers in Japan are all products of closed-door and self-contained, and if you look up at the world, you don't know how many new generations of magic sects are breaking through the ground and thriving. Although Mt. Fuji is good, it is only suitable for retirement, and don't force it out for a little ambition. This time, I can indulge you, and next time, maybe it won't be so cheap. Yan Gexing gave Tang Wan face, raised a white handkerchief in his left hand, and waved it continuously in the air, sending out a signal of "stop killing".

The Weaver froze in place, not knowing whether to advance or retreat. With her strength, it seems that it is already unwise to attack rashly at the moment. It's just that she seems to be unwilling to admit tonight's failure.

Tang Wan paused: "Don't leave yet, don't let Mr. Yan change his mind!"

With a long roar, the Weaver Soul jumped off the strange pavilion and disappeared into the depths of the ruins. The shadowy ruins faded as the Weaver disappeared, like a famous painting soaked in clear water. After more than ten seconds, all the pavilions and pavilions on Baihuazhou disappeared, revealing the sparkling water again.

Tang Wan walked to the edge of the pool and leaned over to look at the water, where the never-tiring koi fish were still swimming at night, spitting blisters comfortably among the water and plants.

"Sure enough, everything is an illusion—" She admired the ruins of the Maizuru Temple created by Soul Weaver, a soul-controlling technique that was much more sophisticated than the "ghost hitting the wall" created by Chinese magicians. As Yan Gexing said, there is also a master behind the soul weaving, and that should be a more powerful illusionist.

The street lamps by the pool came on again, and the light reflected on the water turned into a zigzag psychedelic spot.

This kind of scene is the most familiar to the old Jinan people, and the thrilling battle of Yan Gexing and Soul Weaving is too far away from the world of ordinary people, and it is best not to let them know, so as not to increase the horror and affect their leisurely life of sunrise and sunset.

Tang Wan raised his head and searched for Yan Gexing's shadow on the water.

I don't know when, the illusion disappeared, Yan Gexing also disappeared, and I don't know when, the luxury car parked on the side of the road also quietly drove away.

Nothing seemed to have happened, like the fog of a winter morning, dissipating into the sunlit treetops.

After Tang Wan finished telling this paragraph, I immediately told her with certainty: "Yan Gexing did not deliberately let go of the Japanese illusionist Weaving Soul, but because he was already injured and could not pursue and kill the enemy with all his strength. ”

I saw the blood marks on the corners of Yan Gexing's mouth with my own eyes, if he still had the strength left, he would definitely not let go of the Japanese woman who appeared in the old mansion just now.

According to the chronological order, Yan Gexing rushed to Baihuazhou at night, which was the appointment of "ghost family sorrow" to weave souls. When it comes to weaving souls against the enemy, he does not have an overwhelming advantage, and the two not only have a life-and-death struggle in different arts, but also a subtle psychological frame. In the end, he successfully forced back the Soul Weaver with a series of methods of "showing weakness, retreating, ambushing, and intimidation".

In a sense, the combat power of Yan Gexing and Soul Weaving is only between them.

Tang Wan nodded: "I thought about it on the way back, and it was really so." In fact, 'if you can control the invasion of the mausoleum, how can you kill more' is just the beautiful ideal of the ancient poets, and in any battle, what the enemy is pursuing is all the tactical idea of 'it is advisable to chase the poor bravely, and not to sell the name and learn the overlord'. The foresight and wisdom of great men are indeed not comparable to those of the ancients. ”

Modern people's worship of great men is innate, when they flew across the Yangtze River to attack on the whole line, the momentum was like a rainbow, and they were unstoppable, driving the enemy to a corner of the island, and quickly completed the ambitious hegemony of unifying the mainland. It was a miracle in the history of Asian warfare, and it was also a classic battle in the 5,000-year history of the Chinese nation in which the few won the more and the weak defeated the strong, and nearly 1,000 military strategists and politicians around the world were impressed. His understanding of war and human nature is 10,000 times better than that of ordinary people. Therefore, future generations can only admire and imitate, and they will not be able to see the whole leopard with the wisdom of billions of people.

"In today's battle, Yan Gexing has really done his best. When you are exhausted, you naturally can't chase the poor. I replied.

Tang Wan sighed: "I didn't expect it to cause so many things, I just look forward to tomorrow-"

She looked up at the sky, and it turned out that it was already bright at this moment, not "tomorrow", but "today".

"I just hope that today, send my grandfather into the ground safely. She continued.

At seven o'clock in the morning, three strangers entered the door one after another, introducing themselves as the staff of the funeral home, the cemetery, and the external relations department of the Weishan Lake Hotel, and had arranged the cremation, burial, and post-ceremony meals respectively, and the specific expenses had been paid in advance by a gentleman surnamed Yan.

At half past seven, 20 people from the housekeeping company came to the door, all dressed in neat uniforms, cleaning the inside and outside of the old house. In addition, 20 waitresses from Hongde Etiquette Company came to the door, wearing black dresses and white flowers on their chests, lined up from the gate to the mourning hall, responsible for receiving guests. The above two items were also paid by Mr. Yan.

"It's all arranged by Yan Gexing. Tang Wan said.

Invariably, we all frowned.

In normal times, someone helped me when I was exhausted and arranged everything for me, so as not to lose my manners - I should be grateful. But this time, I always felt that something was wrong.

"You also think something is wrong?" I asked.

Tang Wan nodded, shook his head again, and said with a wry smile: "I can't say, but, before grandpa died, no one asked if you belonged to the poor in the downtown area." Grandpa died, and so many enemies and friends popped up at once, as if they had made an appointment, making people overwhelmed. It is clear that enemies and friends are all aiming at the same target. In this case, the friends can't believe it, because driven by interests, they are likely to turn their faces in an instant and become more ferocious than the enemy. ”

I stood in front of the window, looking at the well-dressed and well-trained waitresses outside the mourning shed, and the shadow of Yan Gexing's free and proud shore appeared in front of me.

In the ten years since my grandfather's dementia and my eldest brother's tragic death, no one really cared about my family's life, so much so that when I woke up every morning, I had to run for my grandfather's and grandchildren's food, clothing, housing, transportation, firewood, rice, oil and salt. Even with all their might, they are still stretched. Well, the gold bars given by Sha Lao's fist and the cash given by Yan Gexing are locked in the cabinet next to them, which is enough for me to quickly improve my life alone.

Grandpa's death turned into a very delicate moment, causing a set of invisible gears to turn quickly and coherently, flying silently and in harmony. And the only remaining me in the Xia family is the most critical one of these gears, Jinan's local magician Yin Jiuye and others, Yan Gexing from the capital, the ghosts raised by Japanese women, and the multiple souls hidden in the bodies of grandpa and aunt officials all revolve rapidly around me, forming an invisible, intangible, but indeed existential dark wind.

The wind is invisible, but I can clearly see the killing power in the wind.

"What is my fate—" I bowed my head and spread my palms, looking at the criss-crossing lines in my palms.

In the eyes of those who understand, the palm print is fate, and people in this life are just moving forward with the palm print, and after walking this labyrinth-like palm print road, life will come to an end.

"What are you looking at?" Tang Wan paced.

I showed her my palm, and she glanced at her, without comment, and sighed silently.

"As a member of the Xia family, I thought that my palm print should not be so ordinary, but it is just plain, no different from the vegetable vendors at the corner of the street, the idlers fishing on Baihuazhou, or even the aunt who sweeps the streets on Minghu Road. I smiled wryly and laughed at myself.

Most of them have no higher education, no family background and no ancestral inheritance. I have seen more than a thousand of these people's palms, no road straight knife pattern, no rich canopy semicircular pattern, no foundation calm square pattern, no moving snake rising pattern...... It can be said that there is not a single "good" pattern that can make a turn of fate, only mediocre and mediocre messy lines.

Such palm prints knead their fate into a narrow, narrow, occluded, rugged single labyrinth. In his life, he advanced and retreated in this labyrinth, dilemma, mediocrity, and rested until death. It is precisely because it is a single labyrinth that their existence will not have even a milligram of impact on others, on society, and on the country at all. And the attitude of our society towards them is 10,000 more, 10,000 less, no less, no one's attention.

The scary thing is that I can clearly see that my own palmistry is the same.

"Don't be pessimistic, things are dead, people are alive. Tang Wan said.

I slowly clenched my fists, closed my eyes, and forced myself to break free from my depression.

"Tianshi, the phase is born from the heart, and the fate and physiognomy can be changed. She added.

I nodded silently, I know that, there have been many examples of that in history.

"Open your eyes and look at me, cheer up a little!" Tang Wan clenched my fist.

I took three deep breaths, bit my lip, and opened my eyes.

Tang Wan's mood was not much better than mine, and when she looked at me, her eyes showed undisguised distress.

"I'm fine, I'm going to get through today's scene. I said.

"Loosen your fist. She said.

I obediently let go, and the two of them clasped their hands.

"Actually, there's nothing wrong with being an ordinary person. Most of the people in this world are ordinary, how many can be like great men who can cross the world and cry ghosts and gods in the world? For 5,000 years, he is the only one, isn't he? It is better to live well and grow old safely than anything else, isn't it?" Tang Wan's voice was a little hoarse, and her eyes gradually moistened.

It is especially distressing for a beautiful girl to cry, and her voice and expression at the moment are like a sharp thorn that pierces my heart.

"I'm fine, don't worry, I'm really fine. That's all I can do to comfort her.

Tang Wan sighed, took out the tissue bag, and took out a tissue to wipe her eyes.

Someone from the hotel came to replace all the offerings in the shed, and several kinds of fruits were imported goods with exquisite packaging, and the price was certainly not low.

"In any case, I want to thank Yan Gexing this time. "I wanted to digress.

Tang Wan glanced at me, with a faint meaning in her eyes.

"I'm just talking about my grandfather's funeral-" I tried to explain, but in fact the reason couldn't be explained, because after synthesizing what Tang Wan and I had seen and heard, we had already come to the conclusion that Yan Gexing and the Japanese woman who drove the ghost were fighting for the same thing, that is, the "divine water mirror" that many people had said. Obviously, he came here not only for my grandfather, but also to gain my trust and get the clues of the "Divine Water Mirror" first.

The corners of Tang Wan's mouth moved, as if she was smiling: "I think, you probably really don't know the whereabouts of the 'Divine Appearance Water Mirror'?" Yan Gexing spent so much effort to drive away the Japanese, and scattered a lot of money to please you, I'm afraid that it will be wasted." ”

I cleared my throat and replied, "I really don't know, even if I deliberately hide it from others, I will never hide it from you." ”

Tang Wan's face flushed, but she still continued to ask: "Why, aren't you afraid that I am also here for the 'Divine Appearance Water Mirror'?"

I tapped a light on my left chest: "I know here, the sixth sense won't lie to me." ”

Tang Wan is the first girl to penetrate into my heart, and it has become my inseparable spiritual support in the past few days. So, if she wants a "divine water mirror", I am willing to open my heart and reveal everything to her.

Tang Wan shook his head: "Tianshi, you can't have the heart to harm people, and you can't have the heart to prevent people." You must remember that you should not trust others, especially girls, easily in the future. ”

I could hear it, and she seemed to mean something, and raised her eyebrows, signaling her to make her clear.

"Tianshi, the 'illusion' displayed by the Japanese illusionist Weaving Soul in Baihuazhou surprised me a lot. The illusionist's ability to construct the spiritual world and the real world out of thin air is beyond your imagination, once you are caught up in the illusion, people's minds will be full of charms, at the mercy of the other party's magic, and fall into the bottomless abyss step by step. Illusionists have been passed down and developed by women for generations, and when the previous generation of masters chose their disciples, they all took appearance as a prerequisite. Therefore, any strange and beautiful woman we face in the future may be a trickster with ill intentions. The only way to prevent and prevent falling for it is not to trust any girl. Tang Wan spoke eloquently.

I nodded slowly, impressed by her analysis.

"I remember, don't worry. I said with a pun.

Actually, I gave Tang Wan an unstated "guarantee", except for her, I don't believe in any girls, and naturally I won't take the initiative to get close to them.

Tang Wan Bingxue was smart, and immediately understood what I meant, her cheeks flew red, and she whispered: "You come here, I have a few words I want to whisper to you-"

I turned my face and pressed my ear to her lips.

"Can you feel it? This old mansion has been laid out by the enemy, and it is as weird as the 'Ghost Sees Sorrow on the Hundred Flowers Continent' illusion array arranged by the Soul Weaver!" she said.

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