Chapter 220 You are Fu Guang!
Lu Yan had been treating Ying Wujiu's injuries for such a long time that he could naturally guess the other party's true identity. But it was precisely because he guessed it that he felt that this man was so patient.
In the White Bone Sword Furnace, the Red Lotus Fire that had been burning for seven hundred years was unable to burn this man to ashes. It must be because he was filled with hatred and had a strong character that he managed to survive.
The people in the book...are not necessarily just pieces of paper.
When Lu Yan was helping Ying Wujiu back to the palace, this thought suddenly popped up in his mind. At this moment, he suddenly became curious about Ying Wujiu's ending in this book. However, the data panel was still gray and unusable, with a densely packed character column buttons displayed at the top.
The first character is Qu Shaotan, whose button is lit, indicating that Lu Yan can read his life story to a certain extent.
The second character is the Corpse Puppet General, who has also been mostly revealed, so I think he will be unlocked soon.
Ying Wujiu's button was squeezed among these densely packed people, ranking neither high nor low, but Lu Yan knew without thinking that it must be very difficult to unlock it.
He was lost in thought when he suddenly heard an indiscernible voice:
"Lu Yan, do you know that monk?"
This sentence came out of nowhere. I didn't do anything to betray you, so why did Ying Wujiu ask me this? Did he suspect that I had something to do with the monk just now?
Lu Yan secretly thought that this was not good. Ying Wujiu was so angry that he had no place to vent his anger. He must not run into the trap. He immediately knelt down and apologized:
"I am a member of the Demon Realm when I am alive and a ghost of the Demon Realm when I die. My life and honor all belong to you alone. I will never betray you!"
As for the swearing, it’s just something to listen to. Lu Yan is not afraid of being struck by lightning anyway.
Ying Wujiu sat cross-legged behind a low table, his dark red robe hanging down to the ground like a piece of flowing blood. On the wall behind him hung a picture of skeletons playing at night, the white bones were extremely tragic. In front of him was a guqin, and next to it was a small pine tree with lotus flowers hanging from a copper stove. Incense was flowing back from it, and wisps of white mist were slowly flowing back along the track, with a fishy and sweet smell.
Lu Yan inexplicably thought of the body that had just been split in half. When he smelled the sweet and fishy smell of burning incense, his stomach started churning, but he forced himself to hold it back.
Ying Wujiu placed the long bone sword across his knees, tapped the hilt lightly with his fingertips, stared at Lu Yan and said:
"It doesn't really matter to me whether you are loyal or not. What's important is that you don't get involved with the immortal sects or else I will regard you as my blood enemy. Do you understand?"
These days, Lu Yan took care of him very attentively and attentively, so Ying Wujiu couldn't help but want to recruit him under his command. If he committed other capital crimes, he could still be spared, but he never liked his people to have any connection with the hundreds of immortal families, not even the slightest bit.
Lu Yan is a smart man, he'd better not take the wrong path.
It's not suspicion, at most it's an early warning, a warning.
Lu Yan nodded: "I will take note of your instructions, Lord."
Ying Wujiu waved his sleeves and suddenly extended his hand to him: "Come forward."
Lu Yan hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward and extended his hand. Ying Wujiu grabbed his wrist as fast as lightning. A light blue light flashed, and their clasped fingertips were silently covered with a layer of frost.
"Ice Spiritual Roots are a good candidate for cultivation."
Ying Wujiu let him go after a while. His cold voice could not hide his regret. It is best to start cultivation at a young age. Although Lu Yan is a good candidate, he is already in his twenties and his bones have grown. If he misses the best period, he will probably make no progress after reaching the Spirit Transformation Stage and will remain a third-rate master for the rest of his life.
Lu Yan was stunned, and he guessed something in his heart, so he didn't say anything. As expected, he heard Ying Wujiu say: "I don't keep useless people under my command. Although you have missed the age of cultivation, it is not too late to pick it up now. Starting tomorrow, you will be promoted to the chief steward of Xuan Candle Palace, and I will personally teach you the art of cultivation."
This is a great joyous event for those cauldrons that were offered. You know, even if Ying Wujiu favors them, they will just be picked canaries in this life. But if they can practice, they will have one foot in the immortal gate and truly ascend to heaven.
Lu Yan couldn't help but feel a little surprised. In his mind, Ying Wujiu had always been a demon who killed people without blinking an eye. How could he be so kind to a servant? Although Lu Yan felt that it didn't matter whether he had the skills to practice or not, it would not hurt to learn one more skill. More importantly, he couldn't let Ying Wujiu down, so he said sincerely:
"Thank you, my lord, for your recognition!"
Ying Wujiu's tone softened a bit: "Sit down and wait with me. I'm afraid you won't have peace tonight."
Lu Yan responded and sat cross-legged beside the table. He glanced at Ying Wujiu inadvertently, facing the right side of the man's face wearing a glass mask. It was like looking at flowers in the mist, with a kind of clear and gorgeous beauty. The red dress was seductive and dazzling.
Ying Wujiu suddenly turned his head and said in a low voice, as if he was unhappy: "What are you looking at?"
His face was disfigured, so naturally he didn't like people staring at him.
Lu Yan was mesmerized for a moment, and said subconsciously: "Look at the Lord."
As soon as the words fell, the whole hall fell silent, and the temperature around them dropped by more than a little bit.
Lu Yan met Ying Wujiu's dark eyes, and realized belatedly that his words might not sound like compliments to him, but more like ridicule. His brain was rapidly thinking about how to explain it:
"I just think... the bone sword on your lap is very pretty."
Luckily, I got the money back.
Ying Wujiu curled his lips coldly, but refused to let him go. He asked sarcastically, "This sword of mine looks good, but I am not good-looking. Is that right or not?"
The scar does not look very nice, but if you stare at it for a long time it seems to be okay?
Lu Yan lowered his eyes in silence, his eyelashes were dark and shadowy. Beside the dim candlelight, he looked like a man made of jade. There was nothing imperfect about him, not a single flaw. He was completely different from Ying Wujiu, who was riddled with wounds.
"I am not afraid of being blamed by the Lord for saying this. I think you have a strong character, far superior to most people in the world."
He did not praise her appearance, but only praised her character. Although his words were obviously flattery, I could hear some sincerity in them.
Ying Wujiu's tone was hard to tell: "Why?"
While the outside world was in chaos in order to search for the missing person, Lu Yan and Ying Wujiu sat quietly in the hall, separated from the noisy sounds, like a chaotic dream:
"People are like jade, which is obtained by carving; they are also like steel, which is refined by real fire."
"Your Majesty has suffered the pain of having your flesh and bones removed, and has also endured the suffering of being burned by the fire of karma. You have become a rough jade, and your heart is as hard as steel. How can you not be able to defeat those people who seek fame and reputation outside?"
His words revealed a lot of things, causing Ying Wujiu's sharp eyes to pierce straight at him, as if to pierce through people's hearts, and his tone was dangerous -
"You recognized me."
Yes, he did recognize it. After all, apart from Fu Guang, the Lord of the Demon Realm who was suppressed by hundreds of immortal sects seven hundred years ago, he could not think of a second reason to explain why Ying Wujiu was entangled in the karma fire.
This person was really lucky. He actually managed to crawl out of that cave of bones.
Lu Yan told the truth: "I recognized it."
Ying Wujiu suddenly approached Lu Yan, his cold breath covering his whole body, and he did not hide the murderous intent in his eyes: "Aren't you afraid that I will kill you?"
Don’t be afraid, I can be resurrected infinitely.
Lu Yan said calmly: "My life belongs to the Lord. If the Lord wants to take it, just take it."
The suffocating pressure from all around suddenly sank, and then dissipated like a tide. Ying Wujiu slowly sat up straight, staring at Lu Yan expressionlessly, and after a while he chuckled, "You are quite interesting."
The days in the Bone Sword Furnace were dark as the sky was dark, with only boiling magma that burned people to excruciating pain. He had not seen such an interesting person for hundreds of years.
When Ying Wujiu thought of that time, he felt the pain in his body getting stronger. He let out a low breath, and even his voice became hoarse, hiding unspeakable fatigue and dead silence: "Do your job well. If you are loyal, I will definitely not treat you badly."
A strand of black hair slipped quietly from the shoulder, making people feel regretful for no reason, as if it was a withered black lotus, falling into the mud and rotting.
Lu Yan naturally knew how much pain this man was in, day and night, without stopping. He slowly raised his hand, hesitated for a moment, and then used his sleeves to cover his cold fingertips. The light blue healing power dispelled the burning pain, and whispered:
"I will wait with you."
Ying Wujiu's body froze, but he did not break free.
Tonight was indeed a chaotic night. The dusk faded away and a red sun rose slowly. When the sky was bright, Fengsha led six blue-clothed furnace tripods into the Xuan Candle Hall, knelt down and said:
"My Lord, the servants pointed out to each other that these six people were erratic last night and their shifts were mixed up. It seems that they are related to that person last night. We have brought them here for your disposal."
Lu Yan quietly let go of his hand and sat aside. He saw the green-clothed servants, both men and women, kneeling down and begging for mercy, with tears streaming down their cheeks, looking extremely regretful:
"Please spare my life, my Lord! Please spare my life! I was confused for a moment! That man gave us thousands of spirit stones and asked us to take him into the city disguised as a servant. If we refused, we would be killed on the spot. Please forgive me!"
Ying Wujiu seemed to have a headache because of their crying. He closed his eyes and rubbed his temples with his index finger, his voice mixed with a hint of impatience:
"Break up his soul and throw it into the bone-burning furnace. Let the rest of the servants go and watch the execution. If there are any more people who take advantage of others, this will be their fate!"
These people are nothing but small fry. There must be spies from hundreds of immortal sects hidden inside the Demon Realm, but they are hidden too deeply and cannot be detected for the time being.
Fengsha waved his hand, and immediately the demon cultivators came forward to drag these people out. At this moment, one of the men suddenly grabbed the door sill and refused to let go, shouting anxiously: "My Lord! My Lord! I know that there is a spy hiding in the Demon Realm. I only wish to atone for my crime. Please spare my life!"
Ying Wujiu raised his eyelids upon hearing this, and became interested. He raised his chin slightly, signaled the demon cultivator to drag the man who was speaking to him, and said a word lightly:
"say."
The man hesitated for a moment, then suddenly raised his hand and pointed at Lu Yan standing beside him. He gritted his teeth and said cruelly, "It's him!"
"These days, Lu Yan often goes out at night and does not return. His behavior is suspicious. One time, when I was on duty, I saw him standing on the wall and talking to a man in black. However, the man disappeared in a flash, and I did not dare to tell anyone."
As soon as these words came out, everyone was shocked. Several pairs of eyes looked over at him, staring at him like a thorn in the back. Only Ying Wujiu remained calm and asked with interest, "Since you didn't dare to say it at the beginning, why do you dare to say it now?"
The servant stammered, "I...I am worried that he has harmed the Lord."
Ying Wujiu hummed without being able to discern his emotions: "That makes sense, drag them away and burn them together."
"yes!"
Feng Sha accepted the order and was about to go forward to drag Lu Yan out to be punished together, but Ying Wu Jiu suddenly raised his hand to stop him. He glanced at the man in blue who looked so lucky and happy, and said word by word:
"I, your honor, say, drag him away and burn him together with me—!"
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