111. Love and Revenge
Evil spirits don’t need to rely solely on faces to recognize people.
The smell of the soul does not change.
So when his breath appeared within the range that Shang Changheng could perceive, Shang Changheng recognized it, and he was not surprised at all.
Until the young man whose appearance had changed drastically leaned against the wall and shouted "Brother" with great joy.
elder brother.
Shang Changheng had never heard this sentence before. He just thought it was funny. The murderous energy surging around him had reached its peak - his murderous intent was real.
But Fang Yi was not afraid. From the moment he saw the remaining humanity in Shang Changheng's eyes, he laughed so hard that he could hardly straighten his back. After a long while, he finally stood up with the help of the wall, still smiling, "You are the biological son of the Heavenly Dao, right? Even now... after so many years of death, you are still sober, which is really enviable - so now, do you want revenge?"
Shang Changheng asked back: "Shouldn't I?"
"But you are always soft-hearted." Fang Yi - Emperor Ling of Zhou Shang Changjun lowered his head against the wall, closed his eyes and smiled, "You saved Zhu Hongxu, he is lucky, you didn't have such a good life, that young general surnamed Hou was loyal, he came to save him alone -"
Before he could finish his words, Shang Changheng interrupted him coldly: "You are not worthy of mentioning him."
Shang Changjun, whose face had changed, opened his eyes and looked at his brother in front of him.
In fact, they were not very familiar with each other. In that precarious and turbulent time, apart from the little news they heard, there were only letters of battle reports and orders exchanged. The last time they met face to face was after the fall of the Great Zhou.
"Then are you worthy?" Shang Changjun asked.
Shang Changheng was stunned.
Shang Changjun looked at him with sarcasm. He put his hand on his chest and said sarcastically, "Heaven has mercy on you. Qingjie predicted your fate. Do you know what he said? You are the luckiest person he has ever seen. It is not something that ordinary people can have. Even the throne of the emperor in the world is not worthy of you. People like you - people like you!"
Shang Changheng's smile disappeared, and he looked at his blood brother who was questioning him with an expressionless face.
——Of course he doesn’t know this.
The Great Zhou, the world, and the people, these were the only things on his mind, and no one cared about the so-called throne and power in that turbulent situation.
He only knew that he had to do his best to protect Da Zhou. He wanted to protect everyone, but he lost all the people he cared about one by one.
"What is the Great Zhou? Your calamity, your test, haha..." Shang Changjun pressed his chest tightly, took a few deep breaths, and then continued to laugh, "Ha... Shang Changheng, you and I are both pawns. Heaven wants you to be Shang Changheng, and you became Shang Changheng. Heaven wants to sharpen this piece of beautiful jade like you, and wants you to go higher! Further! The Great Zhou is a stepping stone. Those who died on the battlefield, died in the court, and died in the world! Everyone, everyone! They are all knives for carving beautiful jade, hahahaha——"
Shang Changheng opened his mouth in an inaudible voice: "I..."
"Yes, you don't know." Shang Changjun looked at him, his eyes mixed with hatred and ridicule, "Qing Jie said that you have cultivated for many lifetimes to gain merit and luck, and the luck of the Great Zhou has run out. Perhaps the arrangement of heaven is to shed blood for the Great Zhou, add one more entry to your merit book, and then what? Reincarnate, carry your luck and merit, be born in a chaotic world, and then end that chaotic world. What is the Great Zhou? Ah? What are we? We are just chess pieces on the chessboard that can be moved at will! Once used up, they become discarded pieces. Only you can be used again and again. It treats the entire mortal world as a play, and you are the star of the play."
He could no longer tell who he was cursing, he just stared at Shang Changheng, his hand pressing on his chest trembling.
Shang Changheng finally asked slowly, "Am I not the same as you? I also want a peaceful and prosperous world."
"What's the difference?" Shang Changjun sneered. "Whether it's the Great Zhou or the troubled times, you are destined to climb up on piles of corpses. Qing Jie, that old fox, deceived me for hundreds of years with that broken notebook. It's ridiculous that I still believed him. It wasn't until I tried it myself with that princess that I knew how much luck it took to carry such a small country. It's not enough... not enough at all. He lied to me. What array and sacrifice? He just wanted to use your luck to prolong the life of his family bloodline, but your luck is still too strong. That dead dragon vein actually raised evil in you. I wanted to do it myself... but I felt why I should take the risk. It's karma and reincarnation. The cause planted by Qing Jie will naturally be repaid by the descendants of Chenghui. I didn't expect that the Qing family's trash couldn't get rid of you directly, and gave you the opportunity to crawl out of the grave. Look, once your seal is broken, the way of heaven can't wait to put the unfinished drama of the Great Zhou on stage."
Shang Changheng finally understood why the notebook appeared in Qing's family.
It was clear in the clan history that Qing Jie had warned them not to leave that place and to guard the tomb dutifully. However, when the Qing family discovered that their luck was running out and the family was in decline, they pried open his tomb and took away Duan Sheng.
Shang Changjun was right, the Qing family is a bunch of trash.
Or maybe... Heaven is like a pen, and the world is paper, allowing Heaven to smear it at will to turn it into a script that can be performed. In the end, Qing Jie's conspiracy made Shang Changheng slaughter all the descendants of the Qing family, leaving only Qingling who would never have any heirs. Shang Changjun survived to this day, painstakingly mediating between the underworld and the current royal family, and also taking the trouble to cover up his own cause and effect.
In the end, he was dragged into today's consequences because of the young man named Aji at the foot of Rongzhang Ridge. It was as if someone deliberately sent him in front of Shang Changheng. One coincidence after another could be called deliberate.
A thousand years apart, the two brothers confronted each other without giving in in an era that no longer belonged to them.
“Even so.” Shang Changheng slowly raised his hand. The evil aura around him was surging violently. He said in a cold voice, “If the fall of the Great Zhou is inevitable, the soldiers who died on the battlefield should not be humiliated like that, and the innocent girl should not be refined into a fierce ghost to guard the tomb for a thousand years.”
The gray fog is formed by the condensation of negative energy and evil spirit, and is a sign of death and danger.
Qingling walked out of the room and met Miaoyuan's eyes, who was waiting outside and pacing back and forth.
"They..." Miao Yuan asked hesitantly.
He had no choice. Qingling just went in. Shang Changheng's evil spirit would not harm his wife, but he couldn't do anything. He stood at the door and couldn't even go into the house, let alone look at Qingling.
"Of course he's dead." Qing Ling answered as a matter of course, his fingertips still stroking the bronze talisman, his tone was no different from usual, indifferent and cold, "He deserved to die."
Alan's raising of ghost poison is bound to cause casualties, and Zhu Yanzhang is the instigator. Even if Qingling's actions are regarded as shady, they are still in accordance with the rules.
In fact, based on the fact that the two of them had exchanged their fates, Miao Yuan thought that their deaths were not a pity. He also knew Qing Ling's character of not leaving any room for error, but for some reason, he still felt that Qing Ling seemed... depressed at the moment, and something seemed to be different.
The two ordered some tea and snacks on the first floor of the inn. When the other two came back, Miao Yuan discovered what Qing Ling was holding in his hand.
The aura of Qing Ling seemed to have finally transformed at this moment. Miao Yuan finally discovered where that strange feeling came from and immediately asked, "You... is this a magic weapon?"
"Yeah." Qing Ling was distracted and didn't notice Miao Yuan's shocked expression. He said casually, "I don't know what it's for yet."
"It..." Miao Yuan paused, "Didn't you notice it?"
Qing Ling finally noticed that Miao Yuan looked different, and was also stunned, "What?"
Miao Yuan said slowly: "…I can no longer see your pure Yin destiny, Donor Qing."
Qing Ling also showed a look of astonishment. He looked down at the bronze talisman. The casting workmanship was definitely not fine, and it was covered with rust. It felt like a piece of warm jade in his hand. Qing Ling originally only cared about the word "Qing" on it, but now he remembered that the man named Fang Yi left it in the guest room, and the other two people in the room did not need anything to cover up their belongings - what was Fang Yi trying to cover up by holding it?
cause and effect?
No, that's not right.
Qing Ling secretly denied it in his heart. This thing could definitely not stop the cause and effect set by Heaven. Fang Yi must have used it to conceal the fact that his fellow Yin-walkers had noticed his difference.
After all, the so-called great medicine, corpse-born child, pure yin life and ultimate yin body are only things that others can feel. For Qing Ling himself, all he can feel is that he can practice magic more easily.
Just like Shang Changheng recognized Fang Yi, Fang Yi must have recognized Shang Changheng the moment he felt the Yin energy, and his mind was shaken at that time, perhaps stunned or terrified. In short, when he fled in a hurry, he even left the magical weapon that protected him and concealed his aura in the room.
Qingling became increasingly uneasy.
The familiar yin energy returned at this moment. Qingling looked up suddenly. Shang Changheng and Zhu Lezhi walked into the door of the inn one after another.
Shang Changheng's expression showed nothing, but he was slightly startled when his eyes met Qingling's. Then he smiled with a hint of surprise, walked forward, stroked Qingling's head, and whispered, "That's good."
Zhu Lezhi was not as calm as him. He was stunned. He pulled the chair next to Miaoyuan and nudged him with his elbow. He asked in a low voice: "What's going on, him?"
"Magic weapon, that's a good thing too." Miao Yuan was really relieved for Qing Ling.
This physical condition actually does more harm than good to him. Now that he can cover it up, it will always save him a lot of trouble.
He then asked Zhu Lezhi, "What about you guys?"
Zhu Lezhi shook his head, frowning slightly, "…I didn't see anything. I was blocked outside by the Yin Qi for a long time. When Senior Shang came out, I followed him back."
Shang Changheng, who was standing beside Qing Ling, said calmly: "You can leave now."
Miao Yuan and Zhu Lezhi asked at the same time: "What?"
"My karma has been resolved." Shang Changheng just lowered his head to look at Qing Ling, stroking his eyebrows and eyes one by one, "We are going back, and you don't have to follow us anymore."
The cause and effect are over.
Qingling's heart seemed to sink bit by bit, into a bottomless abyss.
He thought, where are we going back to?
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