Chapter 235 Another Heart
When Lu Yan spoke rudely to Tan Yue in the Demon Realm, there were people who risked their lives to stand up and speak for him. What's more, now that it was in the inn, it was no exaggeration to say that the crowd was in an uproar, with discussions everywhere.
"Where on earth did this scholar come from? How dare he speak rudely to the Lord of Tanyue!"
"It must be the demon from the Demon Realm who sent them to seduce us!"
"Let's fight together. I don't believe we can't defeat him!"
Lu Yan also thought it made sense and nodded seriously: "Okay, you two fight together and see if you can beat me."
When he finished speaking, he folded his folding fan, blew some air on his fingers, and pretended to make a move. The crowd was frightened and stepped back, leaving a vacuum circle in the middle.
Lu Yan was happy: "You don't listen to me, and you don't dare to fight me. You are so weak. Look, have you seen this banner of mine? It tells me everything I know. This is the fortune-telling skill passed down from my ancestors. It can't be wrong. Moreover, I can guarantee with my life that the leader of Wuwang Sect has a heart in his hand!"
His last words were like a bolt from the blue, shocking everyone. There were rumors that there were spirits in the Demon Realm, and everyone was racking their brains to find out. Who would have thought that there was a spirit in the Demon Realm, so close at hand?!
Someone has already started breathing rapidly: "So, in order to seize Xinpo, Lord Tanyue ordered the leader of Huangsha Sect to hunt down Mo Yunjie?"
Lu Yan calmly uttered one word: "Yes."
Didn't Tan Yue want to wipe out the Demon Realm? So Lu Yan would muddy the beach first, let him wipe out his reputation, and see if those famous and upright people are really willing to fight to the death with the Demon Realm just for a word from him.
"Why should we believe your one-sided statement?"
"Believe it or not, I'm looking for a father for the girl, not for you. You listened to my divination for nothing, but didn't pay me. You even questioned me. Are all the famous and upright people so shameless now?"
Lu Yan's words almost made this group of people vomit blood in anger, but they were afraid of Lu Yan's ability and dared not step forward. They could only stand there with a frustrated look on their faces, gritting their teeth. Hen Hong sat down on the bench in despair, his mind blank. It was obvious that he did not expect things to turn out like this.
Her father was imprisoned in a dungeon for several years because of a piece of soul that she didn't know whether it was real or fake. If it was fake, it would be fine. But if it was real, how could she save him alone?
When I thought about it this way, I suddenly felt hopeless.
Seeing that the farce was almost over, Lu Yan raised his lips slightly, and finally showed mercy and prepared to end it. He stood up from his seat and said, "It's getting late, I will go back to my room to rest. If anyone wants to tell your fortune, come here tomorrow with a fortune. I will tell you everything I know, and I will tell you everything. But there is one condition. I will not answer any questions related to the soul. Goodbye."
Yujie bowed to everyone, glanced at Henhong again, then turned around and went upstairs carrying his fortune-telling banner, with the corpse puppet following behind him.
That night, the moon was bright and the stars were sparse.
Lu Yan opened the window halfway, and sat cross-legged behind a low table to meditate. He roughly estimated the time and said to the corpse puppet standing beside him: "I have guests coming later, you should go back to your room first."
The corpse puppet was dressed in black, and there was no light in the house, so he almost blended into the darkness. He asked in a low voice: "Lu Yan, what do you want to do?"
There were too many uncontrollable factors about this person, and the zombie felt a rare sense of uneasiness.
Lu Yan looked at him strangely, with some interest: "When did you become curious?"
The corpse puppet paused, then stopped talking, turned around and left the room.
In the late night, Lu Yan finished his training and lit a candle. He shook the smoke-emitting fire stick in his hand and said without turning his head, "Since Miss Henhong is here, please come in. It's getting dark outside and the dew is heavy. It would be ugly if it gets frozen."
As soon as he finished speaking, a thin figure quietly came in from the window. It was Hen Hong. Her eyes were red, and it was obvious that she had been crying. She looked much more haggard. She did not sit down after entering the room, but just stood in the distance and stared at Lu Yan:
"Mr. Lu, is what you said today true or false?"
Lu Yan poured two cups of tea slowly and said, "Didn't I tell you that I will never cheat anyone, young or old?"
Hen Hong: "But there is one thing I don't understand. Since Tan Yue wanted to take my father's heart, why didn't he kill my father to silence him after he got the heart? Instead, why did he leave a hidden danger and imprison him in the dungeon?"
Lu Yan's eyes showed admiration when he heard this. He had deliberately set a trap for Tan Yue with his words today. When those people heard Xinpo, they were all overwhelmed and thought that Tan Yue really took Xinpo from Mo Yunjie. However, they never thought about the flaws inside. They didn't expect that it was Hen Hong, an insider, who discovered the clue.
He picked up the porcelain cup, brought it to his nose and sniffed it: "I only said that your father had a soul in his hand, but I never said that this soul was taken away by the donor. Why do you say that, young lady?"
Henhong's face changed slightly: "You mean that the soul is still in my father's hands?!"
Lu Yan shook his head slightly: "No, it's not in his hands, but he is the only person in the world besides me who knows the whereabouts of that soul."
"By chance, Donyue got a piece of the Heart Soul. He knew it was extraordinary, so he mobilized all forces to look for the remaining scattered fragments. He learned from somewhere that your father also had a piece, so he sent Shawanli to snatch it away. As a result, the piece of the Heart Soul was hidden by your father. Your father would rather die than tell anyone, so he was tortured in every way and imprisoned at the foot of Jiuqu Mountain for decades."
Upon hearing this, Hen Hong immediately fell to the ground, his face pale, and he muttered to himself: "Father, you are so confused. What's the point of keeping such a harmful thing? It will only hurt yourself in vain!"
Lu Yan said: "In fact, even if he handed it over, the donors would kill him. So it's better not to hand it over. At least you and your daughter can still meet again."
Hate raised her head with tears in her eyes: "Will my father and I really be able to see each other again?"
Lu Yan smiled and said, "It's just a Jiuqu Mountain. It's not that difficult to break in. If you give me something in exchange, I will guarantee that you and your father will be reunited. How about that?"
Hearing this, Hen Hong was startled: "What do you want?"
Lu Yan put away his folding fan and pointed at someone from a distance: "You."
Henhong was startled and stared at him with wide eyes: "Do you want me or my life?"
"If I ask for your life, will you give it to me?"
"My biological mother died young, and my father is the only relative left alive. If you can help me rescue him, what does it matter if I give you my life?"
Lu Yan looked at the determined girl in front of him, shook his head slightly and said, "Young lady, you are loyal and filial. It is worth it that your father suffered so much in the dungeon for you."
Henhong heard the deep meaning in his words: "Why do you say that, sir?"
Lu Yan asked back, "Miss, don't you want to know why your father refused to tell you the whereabouts of that soul?"
“…”
Lu Yan was like a witness to history. He told the story of the past in the drowsy candlelight. His voice was low and pleasant, but it also carried the indifference of a bystander:
"The soul was broken into several pieces and fell into the three realms, being obtained by different people. One of the pieces fell into the body of a newborn baby. On the day she was born, strange phenomena occurred frequently in the sky..."
"The baby's father saw that this thing was extraordinary and was afraid that it would bring disaster. Unfortunately, he tried every possible means to remove the heart from the child's body, but he could only use a secret method to seal the spiritual power of the heart. As a result, the news leaked out accidentally, attracting the pursuit of those who were interested..."
"He knew that if the truth was known, the baby's life would be in danger, so he lied that the heart was in his hands. As a result, he was captured by his enemies and imprisoned for several years."
As Lu Yan spoke word by word, Hen Hong felt difficulty breathing. She clutched her chest tightly, her eyes filled with shock and disbelief, and asked word by word with difficulty: "I... am I the baby?"
Lu Yan tacitly admitted: "When your mother gave birth to you, there were signs of a difficult birth. Fortunately, the soul fell into your body and saved your life. For so many years, your father was tortured but refused to reveal the whereabouts of the soul. It was not because he coveted the treasure, but to save your life."
"This soul has been sealed inside your body for nearly thirty years, and the spell is about to lose its effect. When it leaks out, it will definitely not be hidden from the eyes of the donors. It is better to take it out now."
Lu Yan’s meaning was very clear. As long as Hen Hong could hand over her soul, he could help rescue Mo Yunjie.
Henhong suddenly raised her head and looked at Lu Yan: "Do you have any idea?"
Lu Yan: "The soul has not been in your body for a long time and has not yet merged with your flesh and blood. I have a secret method to remove it without risking your life."
The air fell into silence. Hen Hong suddenly stopped talking. She slowly touched her chest and said softly, "Master Lu, you told me so many things. Even if I am stupid, I know that the Heart Soul is a rare treasure. What if I don't want to give it to you?"
Lu Yan smiled and was in a good mood: "It's up to you, young lady, to decide. I just want to remind you that if you keep this thing on you, it will only bring you endless troubles. It's better to give it up as soon as possible."
Since he dared to say it, he was naturally confident that he could get the soul fragment from the other party. The difference was that if Hen Hong was willing, then she would suffer less, but if she was unwilling, she would have to suffer more.
"Mr. Lu, who are you?"
"A scholar."
To be precise, it is a mass of desire that has taken on a human form.
"You said you would save my father, how can I believe you?"
"Girl, you don't have to believe me. I'm not forcing you to believe me."
Whether Heng Hong believed it or not, it would not affect Lu Yan's taking her soul.
Henhong knelt on the ground in silence, with her head down and her expression unclear. An unknown amount of time had passed. When the candle was halfway burned, she finally uttered a word in a hoarse voice:
"good……"
At daybreak, Hen Hong finally staggered out of Lu Yan's room. She never knew that the crazy soul that the world was looking for was inside her body. She didn't even feel anything when Lu Yan took it out. However, it was because of this thing that her family was broken up. She felt strongly that she was being played around by fate.
Liu Lianqing didn't know what had happened between them in private, but when he went downstairs with his fellow apprentices at noon the next day, he saw that the place was crowded with people. Lu Yan was sitting at the same table as yesterday, and there was a long queue in front of him, filled with people who wanted to have their fortunes told.
"Get out of the way! It's my turn!"
"What do you mean it's your turn? I was clearly occupying this seat just now!"
"Scholar, ignore them, calculate for me first!"
Liu Lianqing turned around in surprise and looked at his junior fellow apprentice: "Brother Lu's business is so good?"
In his heart, he was secretly slapping his thigh in regret. How could he be so blind to refuse the fortune-telling that Lu Yan offered him yesterday for free? He didn't know if he would be willing to tell his fortune for him again after he went to talk to him privately later.
"Brother, you may not know that the inn has been packed with people since this morning. They are all here to ask Master Lu to tell their fortunes. If he hadn't said that he would only tell fifty fortunes a day, the remaining people would not have been willing to leave. Otherwise, I would have wanted to go and have my fortune told, too."
The junior brother said with a simple smile, and shook his head in embarrassment: "I haven't found a Taoist partner yet."
Liu Lianqing glared at this unreliable junior brother, then sighed: "Brother Lu is amazing, maybe we can be his companion in this sword contest."
However, he secretly thought in his heart that if what Lu Yan said yesterday was true, then the donor must be a hypocritical person. He had the intention but deliberately concealed it from everyone. Instead, he instigated various sects and factions to come to the Demon Realm to cause trouble. The Feixing Sect must not be used as his pawn.
"My dear, my Xiaoyue Sect once had a set of Queyue Sword Technique, but the lower part has been lost for a long time and cannot be found. I wonder if you can figure out its whereabouts?"
"The lower part of the Queyue Sword Technique has loopholes. If you practice it for a long time, you will easily go astray. It has already been destroyed by your master. It is useless to find it. If you really want it, the remaining half is written behind the portrait of the founder hanging in the Fuxin Hall. Next one."
"Sir, may I ask if there are really souls in the Demon Realm?"
"I said yesterday that I won't answer questions related to the soul. Next one."
"No, no, no! Then I'll change, change, when can I get married?"
"You are destined to be single for the rest of your life, next one!"
Lu Yan had been telling fortunes for the whole morning, and his throat was almost dry. He sent away the fiftieth guest, put the spiritual stones on the table into his pocket, drank a cup of tea, and then said to the corpse puppet beside him: "How is the matter at Jiuqu Mountain going?"
Lu Yan instructed Corpse Puppet to mobilize the troops from the Demon Realm to go to Jiuqu Mountain to help rescue Mo Yunjie.
The corpse puppet nodded expressionlessly: "I have sent a message via jade slip, and it will be done soon."
Now all the sects and schools have come out to participate in the Sword-Asking Conference, leaving the mountain empty, not to mention a small place like Huangshamen. Breaking in is as easy as playing and will only take a few minutes.
When Lu Yan heard this, he was about to say something, but out of the corner of his eye he suddenly noticed that Liu Lianqing and his group were walking towards him, followed by the somewhat silent Hen Hong.
"Brother Lu, you are a very busy man nowadays. It is not easy to talk to you. You have kept me waiting for a long time."
"Brother Liu, if you're not sure, just come over here. Am I going to ignore you?"
Lu Yanqian smiled and invited them to take a seat. His expression was normal, as if nothing had happened last night. Liu Lianqing was a carefree person and directly invited them, "Brother Lu, the Demon Realm will start the first level of the trial today. I heard that this time is different from previous years and is particularly dangerous. Since you and I are both here to participate in the Sword-Asking Contest, why don't we go together?"
Before Lu Yan had time to understand the rules, he raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "The first level of the trial?"
Just as he finished speaking, there was a burst of hurried horse hoof sounds outside the inn. Everyone heard the noise and went out, only to see a group of majestic black cavalry appearing on the middle road. Leading the group was a woman in blue and black clothes. She was wearing many jingling silver accessories, and her long black hair was braided into countless braids. She had phoenix eyes, a high nose, white skin, blue lips, and looked cold and strange. There was a lightning-like line in the middle of her forehead.
The woman was seen holding a deep red token in her hand, looking down at everyone from a high position on her horse. Her voice was quite magnetic, and she spoke coldly:
"The first round of the Sword Contest has begun. Participants should come to receive their territory pass and report the name of their sect. Anyone who cheats will be killed!"
As the last word fell, the black riders behind her drew their swords and shouted in a cold and deep voice:
“Kill without mercy!!”
Everyone was frightened by the overwhelming momentum and took a few steps back unconsciously. Lu Yan stood still and whispered to the zombie in confusion: "Are we going to reveal our true colors?"
Do you need to use your real name to participate in a sword-asking competition now?
The puppet still had no expression on his face: "It doesn't matter."
Lu Yan: “Hmm?”
Corpse: "I know her."
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