Chapter 80: Tsukidan

Yan Feng's flying sword stabbed out, only to hear a pop, and the sound of the flying sword piercing into the flesh instantly sounded.

However, Yu Niang was unscathed, and a middle-aged man dressed as a beggar appeared out of thin air, blocking behind her, and was stabbed into the chest by Yan Feng's flying sword.

Yu Niang's body stiffened slightly, turned around, and after seeing the middle-aged man, she said angrily: "It's you!" I've become a ghost, and you still won't let me go! ”

The middle-aged man smiled slightly, turned around and wanted to touch Yu Niang's cheek, but was slapped away by her hard slap.

After a snap, the middle-aged man's eyes sharpened, and he suddenly took out a brush and stabbed it into Yu Niang's chest.

Anger and consternation appeared on Yu Niang's face, and immediately, her face slowly calmed down, revealing a somewhat confused look.

The beggar in front of her was her original lover. The beggar's moment reminded her of the memories she had buried deep in her heart and did not want to touch, and her thoughts involuntarily flew back to the time when she was killed.

By the uncertain river, the sky is full of wind and sand.

Her knife stabbed into her lover's chest, followed by the general's cold mockery: "It is said that the bitch is ruthless, I finally saw it today, come on, drag her down, dig out her heart and liver and drink, this general doesn't want to leave such a heartless person by the pillow!" ”

In the next moment, she hugged her lover who was stabbed in the chest with a knife, and the howl sounded instantly, and it hurt her heart.

It turned out that when he and his lover were forced to kill each other by the general, it was her who did it first......

In this case, why did the painter stab him in the heart in his memory?

Yu Niang looked at the beggar in front of her, her face became complicated, and she finally remembered the scene at that time.

When her life was dying, she made a decisive move with tears in her eyes and stabbed her lover into the heart with a knife.

As for how the story that circulated later became that the painter killed her, and why the painter appeared here, her thoughts were completely chaotic......

In her silence, Zhang Xiu and the others were also taken aback.

This beggar is the beggar who has a mouthful of thick phlegm and a heart for the king.

Seeing him block the flying sword for Yu Niang, Zhang Xiu's face was shocked, and after coming back to his senses, he hurriedly shouted: "Yan Feng, quickly take back the sword!" ”

Yan Feng nodded, the sword trick in his hand changed, and with a pop, the flying sword was withdrawn from the beggar's chest.

In the next moment, the beggar's face changed, and he covered his chest in pain.

Seeing this, Zhang Xiu immediately gasped: "No, he looks in pain, don't plug him back in!" ”

Yan Feng: "@#¥%¥#@......"

Brother Zhang, what kind of grudge do you have with him!

Soon, Zhang Xiu also reacted that it was a little unreliable to insert the sword back, smiled awkwardly, and looked at the beggar: "What are you doing here, Wang Yuanwai's heart is all for you to go back, you shouldn't know the evil deeds committed by Yu Niang, right?" ”

The beggar said with a painful face: "Not only the king, but all the hearts of Yu Niang dug up, I gave them back...... My lord, please let Yu Niang go, I will pay for her sins. ”

Yu Niang's delicate body was shocked, and her eyes looked at the beggar with complicated eyes.

At this moment, she finally knew why she had been doing evil for so many years, and no cultivator had come to arrest her.

It turned out that he had been by his side, paying for the sins he had committed for her.

It turned out that she herself had been running away, unwilling to accept the fact that she was the one who did it first and killed her lover.

The beggar was unwilling to reveal the truth and made her miserable, so he stayed by her side, silently atoning for her evil deeds......

For a moment, her heart was full of mixed feelings, and the eyes that looked at the beggar gradually became gentle.

Zhang Xiu looked at Yu Niang and the beggar, countless conjectures flashed in his mind, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he asked the beggar, "You are the original painter?" ”

The beggar smiled bitterly and nodded: "That's right, I was willing to be stabbed in the heart by Yu Niang back then, I thought the general would let Yu Niang go, but I didn't expect the general to be so cruel that he would cut her belly and dig out her heart."

I was unwilling, and then I came back to life for some reason, and then, I went to kill the general for revenge. ”

"Subsequently, I found that Yu Niang had become a ghost, immersed in pain all day long, and I couldn't bear it, so I used my magic pen to change the memory of the person who was there, and drew a false picture of me killing Yu Niang, and modified her memory."

"My lord, please let Yu Niang go, all the mistakes are my fault, if I don't change Yu Niang's memory, there will be no today's ...... at all"

When Zhang Xiu heard this, he immediately said angrily: "Although there was no death, do you know how many people Yu Niang has tossed over the years?" Let her go, and let the official explain to those who have been tossed by the two of you? ”

"Because of you, how many families have experienced great sorrows and joys, and how many families have been separated?"

When the beggar heard this, the wry smile on his face became more and more sad, and he knelt down and begged for mercy: "My lord, everything is caused by me, if you want to punish me, please punish me alone." If the adults let the jade lady go, I would like to present the magic pen to ......"

As he spoke, the beggar took out a brush and offered it respectfully with both hands.

The reason why he was able to give the heart of the dead is almost entirely due to this magic pen.

This is his family heirloom, and it has the miraculous effect of turning fiction into reality.

He used to spit thick phlegm on the chests of those who had been gouged out, just a means to cover people's ears, and those hearts that he had put back were actually secretly drawn back with a magic pen after he left.

Zhang Xiu accepted the magic pen and sneered: "I accepted the magic pen, as for the two of you...... The four virtues are long, take down the two of them, send them to the Yin and Yang Realm, and hand them over to Zhong Kui, whether to go to the oil pot or pull out the tongue, according to the rules of the underworld! ”

Beggar: "@#¥%¥#@......"

I heard that the Qingtian Lord of Jinhua Mansion only collects money and does not do anything, but I didn't expect the rumors to be true!

In the beggar's crying and laughing expression, the two spirit runes of the four virtue Taoist people were posted, and the beggar and the jade lady who did not dodge were fixed in place with the talisman.

As the four virtue people disappeared with the two of them, three prompts sounded in Zhang Xiu's mind one after another.

[God has the virtue of a good life, you successfully released the jade girl, and rewarded you with 20 years of painting experience]

[God has the virtue of a good life, you have successfully released the painter, and you will be rewarded with 20 years of painting experience]

[Heaven has the virtue of a good life, you successfully released the four virtues of the Taoist, and rewarded Zhuji Dan]

Zhang Xiu couldn't help but be slightly stunned after seeing it, put away his magic pen, and asked Yan Feng, "Brother Yan, do you know Zhuji Dan?" ”

Yan Feng was stunned when he heard this, and then looked at Zhang Xiu with a smile: "Of course I've heard that the Foundation Building Pill is for cultivators to build the foundation, and when I built the foundation, it seems that I had just turned twelve years old.

Brother Zhang, you are extremely talented, and you are still cultivating pure yang qi, with your talent, if you want to build a foundation, you only need to cultivate for a short time...... It's only been 500 years! ”

When Zhang Xiu heard this, he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart: "It only takes five hundred years, that's okay......"

Seeing this, Yan Feng's mood suddenly became bad: "@#¥%¥#@......"

No, this shouldn't be, your expression makes me have no sense of superiority at all!

Push a good book, Nanshan Ju's "Ten Capitals, Nine Yao, Eight Extremes, Seven Yuan, Six Divisions, and Five Old Men Fight for Dao Fruit"

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