Sun Yulu flew around the big pit and stayed seven times in the middle. Each time, the oil lamp would be lit to observe the direction of the flames twisting, then narrowed the range, and observed it again in the inner circle, and finally returned to Mu Xingqiu, "There is only one soul within five miles. I guess this is Qin Lingshuang, and there are fourteen souls that have passed seven days and less than forty-nine days, probably left by the previous battle. You will be able to conceal the soul at night tomorrow."

"Tomorrow? That's the eighth day." Mu Xingqiu looked around and saw a fierce battle scene under the snow. It was hard to believe that seven days had passed.

"Not sucking the soul is the iron rule of the Luanjing Mountain. I have to wait until the eighth day before I can cast the spell."

"I heard that after seven days, the soul will gradually lose memory."

A trace of pity flashed in Sun Yulu's eyes, "Souls are not the continuation of life, nor are they another way of existence. They are like... the echoes in the valley and the aftermath on the water surface, weakening every moment until there is no trace. The candle spell can prolong this process, but it cannot reverse the trend of their weakening. I hope you can understand this now. After retrieving Qin Lingshuang's soul, you will face a choice. I hope you choose to let it go."

Mu Xingqiu inherited Fangfang's habit and smiled, "Look, you want to defeat Feng Ruhui and retake Lujing Mountain. Zuo Liuying and Shen Jixian want to save the Grandmaster and the disciples of the Five Elements Department. And I also have my own plans, so let us cooperate with each other, but don't interfere with each other."

Sun Yulu also smiled, "I'm too verbal. Zuo Liuying reminded me that you have a special magic sword that can be used as a soul-retaining object, and you don't need to use yourself as a magic weapon."

Mu Xingqiu was carrying a big sword, and his clone of the big sword was trampled under his feet. "Zuo Liuying really knows everything."

"He has the Patriarch Tower and can see many more things."

"This is a magic weapon I just refined more than a month ago. I have absorbed a lot of demon species in Wangshan."

"This may be the last batch of magic weapons that I have defiled before." Sun Yulu stared at the sword shape under Mu Xingqiu's feet for a while, "I need to test it to see if it is suitable for a residence for the soul."

Mu Xingqiu pulled out the body of the big sword, held the hilt in his right hand, held the sword body in his left hand, raised it in front of his chest, and handed it to Sun Yulu, but he had no intention of letting go.

Sun Yulu didn't take the sword either. She lit a candle and an oil lamp in the air one after another. She held a bronze mirror in each hand, and patiently shone on the sword, but her eyes were fixed on the flames of the candle. She seemed to be talking to them.

The two flames were sometimes strong and sometimes weak, and kept swaying. In Mu Xingqiu's eyes, there was no pattern at all, but Sun Yulu's eyes did not blink, for fear of missing a little information.

A full quarter of an hour later, she put away all her magic weapons, "Okay, there are still several Taoist priests from the candle department who will arrive at Duanliu City tomorrow. We will bless the soul-detaining spell to this sword together. What is its name?"

"Not named yet."

"A good sword should not be silent. This is prepared for Qin Lingshuang, so it is called 'Frost Soul'."

Mu Xingqiu didn't say anything.

Sun Yulu continued: "There is another thing. We only need Qin Lingshuang's soul, although we will inevitably absorb other nearby souls. But the fewer the better, especially if we cannot affect the living people nearby, someone must create a circle of prohibited spells. Zuo and Shen are not good at the head of the first seat, and the number of other Taoist priests in Pangshan is too small. I also need a large number of talisman masters."

The first seat is not good? Mu Xingqiu was confused but did not ask, and Sun Yulu did not explain.

"There are many talisman masters on the other side." Mu Xingqiu occasionally turned around and saw the situation on the east bank of Jiehe River, knowing that the ** teams have not retreated yet. Especially in the Huangfu Army camp, there are a large number of talisman masters.

"You have to invite them, Luanjingshan and Longbin will not be familiar with him."

"Even at this time, you will not forget your identity."

"The Taoist priests will never forget anything. We will only ask for help from each Taoist priest. The other Taoist priests rejected us. It was not that they were completely indifferent, but that we could not agree to the conditions they proposed. Only Pangshan is different. Your people are trapped in the Luanjing Mountain. We are helping each other and no one owe anyone. Longbin will be insatiable. It is risky to ask them for help in the name of Taoist priests, but you are different. You are not just Taoist priests Pangshan, but also 'General Mu'."

"I will ask the talisman master for help." Mu Xingqiu said.

Sun Yulu nodded, "This is the last day when Qin Lingshuang's soul has all the memories. Although it seems no difference in me, it is impossible to communicate between living people and souls, but... this belongs to you."

The Taoist priest of Luanjingshan flew back to the city.

Mu Xingqiu breathed a sigh of relief, as if the picky owner had finally sent away the uninvited guests.

It was afternoon, a rare sunny day in a few days, which looked like the day of the decisive battle. However, there was a big pit at Mu Xingqiu's feet, and the bottom of the pit was filled with golden solidified copper juice. Although the heat had long disappeared, the last heavy snow left no trace on it. It was yellow, like a lake water reflecting the setting sun.

Mu Xingqiu closed his eyes and silently used the illusion of thought to feel around him. Sun Yulu said that it is impossible for a living person to communicate with the soul, but he has always had a strange feeling in the past few days, as if something was leaning on him, warm and soft, although weak, it was enough to resist the entire chill.

There are a hundred explanations for this feeling, each of which has nothing to do with the soul, so Mu Xingqiu did not mention it to anyone, just refused to take a step away, for fear that this feeling would disappear, even if it was just an illusion, he would keep it.

The sun sets, the night is soaking, the moon rises, the moon falls, and Mu Xingqiu floats still. Until the next morning, after seven days of Fangfang Broken Pill, he finally descends back to the ground.

Half of the people in Duanliu City saw this scene and couldn't help but sigh softly at the same time, as if their hearts also landed.

Under the broken city gate, several Taoist priests were standing there waiting for him. Everyone prepared a few words of comfort. To their surprise, Mu Xingqiu, who was walking towards him, looked rosy and smiling. He seemed a little unstable when he landed on the ground, and he returned to normal after two steps.

He didn't seem to need any consolation at all. His seven days of not eating or drinking did not move, seemed to have no effect on him.

Shen Hao walked forward. Although he had the heart of a Taoist priest, he was still an inhaled Taoist priest and could not do anything to be ruthless and abandon desire. "We heard that Sun Yulu's purpose is coming. Do you really agree to... restrain Fangfang's soul?"

"Yeah. I agree."

Shen Hao looked at the other Taoist priests, "We all think that Sun Yulu is not very credible."

Mu Xingqiu nodded and looked around. His eyes stayed on Yang Qingyin's face for a while. Only her was her. There was no confusion or questioning in her eyes, but a depressing anger.

"So I want you to do me a favor."

"What are you busy with, just talk." Xin Youtao rushed to say.

"Tonight, the Taoist priests in Luanjingshan will use the method of restraining souls and studying spirits, and will help me guard the surroundings from now on. Don't let anyone get close, and don't let anyone go out during the casting of spells."

Sun Yulu is a Taoist priest of Fo Xia, and her helper level will not be low. It is not easy to stop them, but several Taoist priests of Pang Shan agreed happily.

Mu Xingqiu said to Yang Qingyin: "Can you accompany me to the Huangfu Army Camp? I also want to ask some talisman masters for help."

Yang Qingyin nodded, and Xin Youtao interrupted again: "You two don't need to go, I'll go, or ask my sister to help..."

Mu Xingqiu patted Xin Youtao's shoulder, "This is just a small matter. You and the princess don't need to come forward."

Chen Hao and others stayed, Mu Xingqiu and Yang Qingyin flew to the east bank of Jiehe, silent all the way until they flew over Jiehe. Yang Qingyin suddenly lowered the height and stopped, and asked seriously: "What do you think? This is not like Mu Xingqiu in the past."

“What would I do in the past?”

"In the past, you practiced the art of defiance and dared to refuse the invitation from the Five Elements Department. You did not forget to condense the alchemy when you were practicing. But now, like a high-level Taoist priest who has practiced for hundreds of years, you seem to have seen through everything. Have you really seen through it?"

"Zuo Liuying once said: Fangfang and I are in love disaster. Unless one dies, the other can kill the love disaster."

Yang Qingyin was slightly stunned, "Have you survived the disaster?"

"No. Zuo Liuying is not omnipotent. He also makes mistakes. He is born a Taoist priest and only has practice in his eyes. Ninety-nine mortals live in the world, but he turns a blind eye to it. He can't imagine a life without practice, and he can't imagine some people who refuse to practice and survive the disaster."

"What does it mean? You don't want to survive the disaster?"

"Why should I survive the disaster? This is the memorial left by Fangfang to me, and I will keep it forever."

Yang Qingyin looked at Mu Xingqiu, "Do you know there is a danger of disaster?"

"I know, this means that every point of my cultivation level is improved, there is a possibility of becoming a demon, especially when I achieve higher Taoist fruit."

"Aren't you afraid?"

"I am not a Taoist family. I am Mu Xingqiu from Yelin Town. I have been a child of a poor family. I always encounter all kinds of accidents in my life. My father used to say, "Life is not easy, even rich people always have unhappiness, and the poor are even unhappy. The rich look down on the poor, and the government is troubled by the poor. Even God doesn't care about the poor. They always make some rain and snow when you are hungry. It's not easy to live. Everyone who lives should feel grateful. They are not sick or disaster. They have arms and legs. So don't cheat and get up and put the horses up quickly. The big stick in your father's hand will not forgive you.

Yang Qingyin listened seriously at the beginning, and finally couldn't help laughing out loud, "You want to say you don't care about being possessed?"

"Only those wearing silk and satin will walk carefully on umbrellas on rainy days, for fear of a drop of water being poured. Children from poor families want to take off their clothes and roll in the rain and mud, regardless of whether it is dirty or not, whether it is dangerous. Zuo Liuying is afraid of all the possibility of being possessed by demons. For me, 'may be possessed by demons' means 'or may not be possessed by demons', and I have nothing to fear."

Yang Qingyin understood a little bit, and a knot in her heart was slowly untied. This knot was not formed recently, and had existed for many years. "According to you, I am also a rich man, and I am reluctant to leave the silk and satin on my body, and I dare not get wet in the rain quickly."

"It's up to you to decide. I just want to keep the Taoist disaster left to me by Fangfang. If I will become a demon tomorrow and be killed by Zuo Liuying, so what? My life is full of surprises and I don't care about one more. Everything known is in the hands of the strong, and everything unknown is the hope of the weak."

Yang Qingyin said in surprise: "It's really strange. You said you and Zuo Liuying are not on the same side, but you actually said similar things. Xiao Qingtao told me that Zuo Liuying once said, "The unknown is the best friend of Pangshan Daotong."

"That's because the current Pangshan Taoist dynasty has become a weak person." Mu Xingqiu shrugged and did not take his tacit understanding with Zuo Liuying.

"If Qin Lingshuang knew about your thoughts in advance, she would still..."

"She can, she is also a natural Taoist priest, but she was not born in the Taoist family. She is a 'rich man' and unexpectedly fell in love with me, a 'poor boy'."

Yang Qingyin laughed and found that Mu Xingqiu had not changed, "What should I do now? Will Qu Xungu really help you?"

"The rich pay the money, the poor boy works hard, this is my plan."

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