In this way, Tang Qian spent more than a year to understand and learn that magical power.

The magic power of life and death phantom body is actually very simple, that is, to extract a part of a monk's soul, and then cultivate it alone, the more stable the monk's soul, the more it can be extracted, but when one is extracted, both souls can grow and repair on their own, and there will be more clones of the same strength, and if there is more separation, then the cultivation will decline, and when it is divided into three pieces, Tang Qian's body will not be able to maintain the original cultivation, and it will become the first realm of the Mandate of Heaven.

And the most important thing about this kind of supernatural power is time, and there are naturally more souls that can be separated after a long time.

The limit of the Heavenly Destiny Realm in learning this supernatural power is to divide into three.

At the same time, he has a more perfect grasp of the secret language, and has almost deduced the law of the formation of words in the starry sky and stars, and he can already know what kind of words those stars can become.

After learning this avatar supernatural power, and in the process of constantly walking around and observing the buildings of the fifth temple to learn the Hundred Death Diagram, I once again heard those stories about myself.

And this time he was still interested in listening, after all, there were three Tang Qian, and one of them, Tang Qian, would not be harmful to waste half a day.

The result is a black line.

"It's really shameless to say that Tang Qian didn't go to the appointment after making an appointment, which made people wait for ......a long time in vain."

It seems that Sima has vented his grievances against Tang Qian on these stories when he has been waiting for the past year.

Tang Qian was also very helpless, so he could only patiently listen to the storyteller arrange himself, and the storyteller seemed to be on the rise, and he talked about it until dark in one breath.

"He definitely did it on purpose. Tang Qian looked at the man, and the more he spoke, the more obvious the red light on his face became, and he really couldn't figure out what reward Sima promised to give him if he scolded Tang Qian in front of Tang Qian.

Finally waited for this person to finish speaking, he left without looking back, and there was wind under his feet, for fear that someone would continue to ask him about the story, and then Tang Qian left without looking back.

The man twisted and entered an ordinary dwelling, but there was a tunnel in the dwelling, and the tunnel walked left and right into a formation.

Then I saw Sima who was still soaking in the water.

From the storyteller's sleeve, a small Tang Qian came out, only the size of a palm, and he looked at Sima with a look of disdain: "You won't ...... It's in the pool. ”

Sima said leisurely: "It seems that you still have some means, this time there is no return to the void and directly slapped it." ”

Tang Qian said: "So here I am again." ”

Sima had already said what he had to say.

"So you want to continue the deal that didn't finish last time because of some things?" Sima Hao took a moment: "Since I hope you can take me out, then I will naturally help you, every year Meng Po will come to this fifth hall to participate in a calligraphy and painting conference, this year you don't have to go, not the real Meng Po, and next year you can go, Meng Po is different from you, you don't need to return to your own body every day to recuperate, so the people who come every year are different from each other——"

When Sima looked at Tang Qian, Tang Qian would always feel a sense of danger

The feeling of the animal staring.

"And a year later, that is, in the third year, Meng Po happens to be the one who likes calligraphy and painting the most, and it is also the Meng Po who has seen the immortal immortal, and when she came, it happened to be a calligraphy and painting conference, and the time was——"

"It's a good time. Meng Po said with a smile, she is not a mother-in-law at all, but she is called Meng Po, just like Tang Qian has never been a humble gentleman.

The two were drinking.

"I said that you are also an interesting person, and you still want to come to this kind of place when you know how to write and calligraphy. Meng Po looked at Tang Qian.

This is a wine shop, there is a stage, three or two people sing lightly, and one dances Ji Mandan.

The two of them didn't order anything, just a plate of cold dishes and a pot of wine, and they seemed to forget the noise outside.

At the calligraphy and painting conference, tourists gathered, a small wine shop was also overcrowded, and a room full of people was much quieter than those who had just talked about art.

Tang Qian asked suspiciously, "Aren't you here too?"

Meng Po said, "I was looking for someone who could paint. ”

Tang Qian really didn't know what to say, but he couldn't help but say, "You're here to find someone to paint?"

Meng Po also muttered helplessly: "I have actually looked for all the people who can paint in the entire underworld, but none of them can do this, I have searched for nine million six hundred and thirty-seven thousand eight hundred and thirty-one years, and I can't find any of them, so I have tried my luck here for hundreds of years." Meng Po took a big sip of wine very boldly, and then looked out the door.

Outside the door, there was a man who was painting, and his body did not seem to be his own, so he jerked off a finger, and then drew two strokes with the gushing blood, and when the blood of that finger ran out, he had to break off another finger.

The soul also has blood, although it seems to be pretending to be blood under the mimicry of the life and death avenue of the underworld and the projection of the life and death book, but Tang Qian looked at Meng Po's expression with relish and knew that this kind of thing must be very painful.

The man's fingers grew so fast that he could paint all the time.

Partially, no one looks at his paintings.

Tang Qian didn't understand very well: "I think he is the best person I have ever seen." He added, "See it here." ”

Meng Po sighed and said, "That's the reason, there are open intestines and intestines to draw with intestines, I guess there are a lot of people." There was a special look in her eyes: "Do you want to go and see?"

Tang Qian raised his eyebrows: "Are you here to find someone who can draw what you want to paint, or are you here to watch the bloody and cruel performance to relieve your boredom." ”

Meng Po poured herself a drink, the wine jug was not big, it had bottomed out, she said: "These two things will not affect you, will they?" Then he looked at Tang Qian's cup of wine: "Do you drink?"

The wine in the cup is not hot, but it is not cold in the hand.

But he didn't move.

Tang Qian was originally a good drinker, but he didn't want to drink the contents of this cup at all.

Because the viscous red liquid inside didn't seem like some kind of wine, but rather like a knot of lava and plasma

He-Tang Qian even used mana to block his sense of smell, he was afraid of smelling blood.

The dancing girl wore a mask that covered half of her face, and she sped up her dance steps, and the lotus steps under her feet swam, as if she had no weight, and fell between the wine tables, where there were many wine tables and were very densely arranged, but she was like a spirit between the wine cups, and did not touch any of the guests.

"You drink it. Tang Qian smiled bitterly, he felt that he was thinking about what was in the cup, so it was better to take a look at this dancing girl's graceful figure and graceful dance.

The dancing girl had arrived at Tang Qian's table.

The wine glass was not in Tang Qian's hand, nor was it in Meng Po's hand.

"This glass of wine, the little woman salutes Lord Meng Po. The dancing girl picked up the glass of wine at some point.

Meng Po's appearance is known to many people in the entire underworld.

Therefore, it is common for someone to toast.

Meng Po was a little unhappy: "That wine is what I want to drink." ”

But the dancing girl actually raised her neck and drank the glass of wine dry, and with a wave of her hand, a pot of wine flew from the small second-hand who was serving wine far away, and poured it for the two of them without spilling a drop.

When Meng Po saw that there was wine, she didn't care about the strange words and deeds of the dancing girl.

Tang Qian couldn't help but sigh a little, if he was in the Quartet Realm, he would definitely have a drink with this dancing girl, but here he didn't know what the dancing girl was and what it looked like, nor what was in the wine glass.

The little woman took her leave. As soon as the dancing queen said that, the figure turned, and the person flew back to the stage, and the singer's singing voice was prominent, and the tone was frustrated, and the dancing queen's movements also became faster, like a jewel falling on the plate.

"So what do you want to paint?" Tang Qian said suddenly, "I happen to be able to paint too." ”

Meng Po didn't have any idea of finding a decent painter, so she casually asked, "What have you painted?"

Tang Qian smiled: "Hundred Deaths." ”

Meng Po was stunned for a moment, and then laughed, causing many drinkers around to look at this side, and then her laughter stopped abruptly, which made more drinkers look at this side, and even the most exciting part of the dancing girl on the stage was rarely watched.

Meng Po completely ignored the gazes of the people around her and lowered her voice: "You can't be that living Tang Qian, right?" ”

It seems that Tang Qian's ability to draw a picture of a hundred deaths has been circulated among many high-level officials in the prefecture, and Meng Po, as a level that all souls must pass, will naturally know the news.

Tang Qian said, "Yes. ”

Meng Po wanted to have another drink, but found that the dancing girl had taken the flask with her when she left.

"A song of sorrow and sorrow" is the most common repertoire ......in the entire underworld - the festive music here is not circulated.

Mai Ji spun, and there seemed to be a little bit of wine in the flask in her hand, but she still smiled and danced.

Tang Qian said: "But I have one condition. ”

Meng Po said bluntly: "Don't say it's a condition...... If you don't violate the rules of the prefecture, I can still agree to three or five. ”

Tang Qian smiled: "I only need one message." ”

Meng Po wondered: "What news?"

Tang Qian said: "News of the dead. ”

Meng Po said happily: "What I know the most is the news of the dead

。 ”

Tang Qian said: "Do you know a very powerful dead man?"

Meng Po said: "If I have walked across the Nai He Bridge and drunk my Meng Po soup, I will naturally know. ”

"Her name is Immortal, I want to know her whereabouts, if she is in the underworld, I want to take her away. Tang Qian said softly.

The singer sang high-pitched, the dancing girl twirled and flew, and Tang Qian's voice was not loud, inconspicuous in the noisy wine shop.

The dancing girl is over. With a smile and a blessing, he stepped off the stage and left.

Tang Qian was waiting for one result from Meng Po, and one was finished.

Meng Po muttered, "If you can really help me paint this picture, I'll tell you, why don't you come with me?" ”

After speaking, he got up and walked towards the outside of the wine store.

Tang Qian only felt that the red light outside was very dazzling, after all, he was not a bad hand when he painted, maybe after he finished it, he would probably see the Immortal Immortal.

He touched his beard, maybe he should take care of it.

(End of chapter)

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