"How is it impossible? Look at the word on the lower right corner of the scroll?" Cai Cai said.
"Uncle, uncle's uncle. Strange, what does this mean? Could it be a gift from an uncle to his nephew?" Wan Ling glanced at it and saw the crooked small word on the lower right corner of the scroll, and said strangely.
"That's not uncle's uncle, it's Wan Ling's Wan in small seal script. You wanted to write both Wan Ling, but you only wrote one word and gave up the idea." Cai Cai said.
Isn't it true? At first glance, that word looks like the word "uncle", but if you carefully distinguish it stroke by stroke, it is clearly the small seal word "Wan".
As for why he gave up the idea after writing only one word, Cai Cai didn't say much, and there was no need to say more: if you write Wan like this at the beginning, is it necessary to write the word Ling at the end?
Although it was just a spirit, Wan Ling was still embarrassed and blushed, and couldn't say a word.
"In fact, it's just a name, there's no need to be so complicated. Otherwise, you'll lose sight of the main point and lose your heart." Gu Qingxi said earnestly.
Seeing this, she was completely sure that this picture of the demon was Wan Ling's masterpiece. After all, she was a closed disciple, and she didn't want to see Wan Ling go astray and go further and further on the wrong path.
"I told him the same thing at the time, but he wouldn't listen. He insisted that this was the only way to appear profound and not embarrass his master. It's my fault, too. I should have advised him more." Cai Cai said self-reproachfully.
"Don't blame you. If you want to blame someone, you should blame me." Gu Qingxi comforted her.
Indeed, although Cai Cai has an extraordinary bloodline, a spirit pet is still a spirit pet. If Wan Ling insists, she can't dissuade him. So if you want to blame someone, you can only blame yourself. I didn't beat him enough.
"By the way, since it is Wan Ling's life magic weapon, how could it fall into the hands of the Yuwen family?" Seeing that Wan Ling was so ashamed that he couldn't even raise his head, Gu Qingxi didn't continue to attack him, but asked in confusion.
If Wan Ling had died with her, it wouldn't be strange for his life magic weapon to fall into the hands of others, but Wan Ling was obviously not dead, he just separated his soul to help her, and his body was still in the care of the eldest disciple, how could his life magic weapon fall into the hands of the Yuwen family?
"I don't remember this." Cai Cai shook her head and said.
Wan Ling was even more confused. He only recovered some memories with the help of Zhong Li Cang (Emperor Donghua) and others, and finally remembered his master. How could he remember so many old things?
"Where did you get this magic weapon?" Gu Qingxi cast her eyes on Yuwen Feiyang again.
Then, she was stunned.
Yuwen Feiyang had stood up without knowing when, and was jumping and playing a series of magic formulas.
He looked like a shaman, and a bit like a ghost, and his expression was abnormally excited.
What was he doing? Was he in too much pain just now, and his soul was damaged, and he went crazy? Gu Qingxi was a little puzzled.
Yuwen Feiyang was indeed very excited. He didn't want to hand over the Heavenly Demon Map before because he didn't want to easily expose the ancestral treasure of the Yuwen family to too many outsiders.
But now that he has handed it over, he certainly has no worries.
Don't forget that there is still a trace of his soul hidden in the Heavenly Demon Map. As long as he uses this to sacrifice the Heavenly Demon Map, he can make Gu Qingxi explode and die on the spot, and there will be no place for burial.
In normal times, this would only be a matter of his thoughts, but he was already seriously injured, and was tortured to death by Gu Qingxi's poison pill. At this time, he was extremely weak.
Only by jumping and jumping like this, and using all his strength to cast the spell, could he barely concentrate his consciousness and raise a trace of spiritual power.
Imagining the image of Gu Qingxi's tragic death in front of him, Yuwen Feiyang became happier and happier, with a hideous smile on his face.
But after jumping for a long time, the Demonic Picture did not move at all, and Gu Qingxi was still standing in front of him.
How could this happen? Did the soul imprint disappear? But when I handed over the Demonic Picture just now, I checked it, and the soul imprint was still there. How could it disappear just like that?
Yes, it must be because he was seriously injured before, and was tortured too badly by the poison pill, so that his spiritual power was insufficient and his consciousness was not condensed.
After finding the reason, Yuwen Feiyang jumped even harder, and his two hands desperately played the magic formula, just like a crazy chicken claw.
Unfortunately, the Demonic Picture in Gu Qingxi's hand still did not move.
Could it be that he was really mentally ill and had lost his mind? Seeing that he was still jumping for the gods endlessly, Gu Qingxi finally became impatient and kicked Yumen Feiyang out.
This kind of insane disease is difficult to treat, but it is also easy to treat. If it is a cultivator from the immortal sect, it is still a bit troublesome, but it is simple for demon cultivators.
Anyway, demon cultivators are tough, and if their minds are not clear, they can be beaten until they are sober.
"Puff!" With blood gushing from his nose, Yuwen Feiyang fell on his back again.
Why did it fail? Why did the soul imprint that he had spent so much effort to create completely fail in front of her?
Yuwen Feiyang looked up at the sky helplessly, shouting silently in his heart, and two lines of tears burst out again, rolling down his cheeks.
Of course, he didn't know that the master of the Heavenly Demon Picture was on Gu Qingxi's body. Not to mention just a trace of soul imprint, even if he imprinted all his soul into it, the Heavenly Demon Picture would never move at all.
"Where did you get this magic weapon?" Seeing that Yuwen Feiyang was crying bitterly, but his eyes had recovered and were no longer as crazy as before, Gu Qingxi asked again.
"I heard that it was obtained by our ancestors by chance, and it has been passed down from generation to generation to this day. But it has been so long, and no one in the Yuwen family knows where it came from." Yuwen Feiyang said weakly.
Gu Qingxi had expected this: judging from the fact that Wan Ling had no impression of this life-saving magic weapon, it was probably lost thousands or tens of thousands of years ago. What could Yuwen Feiyang know about such a long-ago thing?
"Get up, you can go now." Gu Qingxi waved her hand and said.
Although Yuwen Feiyang was not unrelated to today's incident, if he lost such a precious ancestral magic weapon, even if he was not beaten to death, he would definitely be severely punished, and she would not need to teach him a lesson.
Go? Do you think I can go like this? Yuwen Feiyang looked at Gu Qingxi with a sad face.
After the great god jumped down just now, he had used up his last bit of strength. Not to mention walking, it was difficult for him to even move his fingers.
"I forgot that you were seriously injured just now. Here is a pill. Take it." Looking at his weak face, Gu Qingxi finally reacted and took out another pill as if to shoot it.
What, what did you say? Come on! Yuwen Feiyang immediately jumped up like a fish that had just been pulled ashore.
A force that came from nowhere instantly flowed through his limbs and bones.
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