Spirit of the weapon.
Dead things that give life to wisdom are called spirits.
This is the purest and most innocent spirit in the world.
The most widely known Sun Wukong is a spirit of stone, transformed from stone, without filth or foulness, free and easy between heaven and earth. Even after he was pressed under the Five Finger Mountain, he remained pious to the Buddha and did not harbor any resentment.
Therefore, when the spirit of the weapon is born, its strength is in the Yuandan body and it is extremely powerful.
"If it's a weapon spirit, it'll be troublesome." Wu Heng took a deep breath and couldn't help but worry: "Now it's actively hurting people, I'm afraid it's controlled by someone. If it starts a disturbance here, we may not be able to deal with it."
He was mainly afraid that Ye Lan would be in danger.
It hadn't even been two days since he returned from the Demonic Waters, and he couldn't even tell what Ye Lan's physical condition was. What if he got injured if he rashly faced the weapon spirit again?
"We have to do it even if we can't. The other party set up such a big plan just for this exhibition. Everyone here is a target."
Ye Lan's words were simple, but each one was full of gems, pointing out that this was a conspiracy.
Because the process of the spirit of the weapon is very long, it will not happen overnight, and it will not harm people when it is born. Now it actively attacks Zheng Bo, which can only mean that someone arranged it in advance.
So, sending such a batch of priceless cultural relics across the ocean to China would definitely not be done just to kill one person.
The final destination of these items will be the Imperial Capital Museum, and they will even go on a national tour.
Thinking of this, Wu Heng felt a chill on his back and his scalp went numb.
"So what should we do now? The weapon spirit seems to have escaped."
That thing is not an evil creature. Apart from the smell of glaze, it cannot be traced by talismans.
Ye Lan shook his head. "Don't worry. Its true form is still there, and it will definitely come back. What we need to know now is why it attacked."
The spirit of the weapon has a simple mind and will never accept an order to kill people directly.
It must have been tricked into taking action by some roundabout means.
Thump thump.
At this moment, the sound of piano suddenly rang out from the side stage.
"Dear guests, let us now invite our international pianist, Miss Qu Yueqing, the most talented woman in the capital, to present a piano piece for us." Zheng Meiyi made the announcement on the stage and took the lead in applauding.
Everyone was naturally delighted to see the beautiful woman perform, and they gathered in front of the stage to enjoy and listen.
Qu Yueqing is worthy of being a graduate of an Ivy League art school. Her skills in playing Western musical instruments are remarkable. Even some Confucian businessmen who have enjoyed the master's concerts nodded frequently and praised him highly.
"As expected of someone favored by the Xiao family, he is truly talented and versatile."
"I have to say they are a perfect match, a talented man and a beautiful woman."
…
Everyone in the audience was praising the performance, but Wu Heng, who was standing in front of the tri-colored horse, couldn't help but complain.
"Everything has to be tied to whether or not you're compatible. Can't you walk independently without Xiao Yunting?"
Although he is a man, he hates the behavior of treating women as his vassals in order to demonstrate his value.
In his impression, women should also be able to stand on their own two feet and be absolutely strong, strong enough to crush all forces and make people afraid, just like Ye Lan who fought with the vicious dog in the magic waters in the arena competition in the arena.
Just as he was thinking this, he saw Ye Lan beside him suddenly leave the display cabinet and walk towards the stage. He was stunned and hurriedly followed him.
When Ye Lan walked over, he happened to bump into Liu Zhixiong and his group.
"Master Ye also likes to listen to music. I'm so sorry for causing you trouble just now. I've already driven those women away." Liu Zhixiong apologized with an embarrassed look on his face. Seeing that Ye Lan didn't mean to make a fuss, he breathed a sigh of relief and changed the subject, saying with a smile, "I didn't expect Master Ye also likes to listen to music. I thought you usually practiced martial arts and drew spells."
"Yes, yes. He must usually wear a Taoist robe, meditate in a cave, and then fly on a sword."
"I heard the diet is very light. Senior monks cannot eat meat. Master Ye, a master of the Tao, probably controls his appetite very well."
…
Listening to these people talking back and forth, Ye Lan, who had just eaten more than a dozen kinds of desserts and usually spent his retreat in the air-conditioned room, surfing the Internet and chatting with a bunch of people on the forum, fell into deep silence.
Wu Heng walked over and listened for a while, but felt that the performance was mediocre. "Only a fool would sponsor a concert of this level."
As soon as he muttered, Liu Zhixiong next to him pulled his sleeve and motioned him to look to the side.
Wu Heng glanced at Xiao Yunting who had just returned from outside and curled his lips.
It's aimed at him.
Wu Heng didn't want Ye Lan to have more contact with the other party, so he stepped in between to remind him, "The spirit of the weapon may come back at any time, so we should go back and guard it."
Hearing this, Ye Lan stared at the stage with a dim gaze, but said: "It's already here."
What?
Wu Heng was shocked and hurried to search, but he could not tell the location of the spirit with his naked eyes.
"Since it is a spiritual body, it cannot be seen by the naked eye. Moreover, it is not fully visible." Ye Lan instructed him to open his third eye and use his spiritual sense to capture it.
The Heavenly Eye is a skill that can only be activated by the Xuanzhen Body. Forcibly activating it now will consume a lot of internal energy.
Wu Heng only had time to catch a wisp of colorful mist before he couldn't help feeling dizzy and covered his forehead.
"It's on the stage?!" He frowned, suppressing his discomfort.
"Yeah." Ye Lan nodded slightly. This was also the reason why she came to watch. However, the other party had no intention of hurting anyone, so she did not act rashly.
"Then what should we do now?" Wu Heng was a little confused about the current situation.
Ye Lan shook her head slightly, motioning him to follow the music, "Do you know what she's playing?"
Wu Heng had been invited to several large-scale concerts and had some knowledge of world-renowned piano music. He listened attentively and quickly named the piece: "It's Alice in Wonderland. It's lyrical and beautiful, and it's also a staple piece at banquets."
"Well, the spirit of the weapon is simple. When its spiritual wisdom is just beginning, it will subconsciously pursue things that are true, good, and beautiful."
Wu Heng was stunned and asked in surprise, "You mean, it came here to listen to the music?"
Ye Lan opened her eyelids and glanced at him, indicating that there was nothing wrong with that.
Intelligent things have independent consciousness and aesthetic taste, so it is not surprising that they like to listen to piano playing.
Wu Heng: “…”
Well, he was quite shocked anyway.
But then he thought of a problem.
"Then if the piano finishes playing, will it run away?"
This is very likely.
Newly born intelligent creatures are very curious about everything. If the spirit of the artifact runs out to play in the world for a month or two, it would be like looking for a needle in a haystack for them, and by then, Zheng Bo's body would be cold.
Seeing that he was on the right track, Ye Lan didn't hide anything, "So we must take this opportunity to lure it out completely."
"How to attract it?" Wu Heng asked.
Ye Lan didn't answer, but walked slowly towards the stage.
Ding——
On the stage, under the dazzling crystal lights, Qu Yueqing pressed the last note, bringing this beautiful song to a perfect end.
“It’s so good.”
Applause broke out all around, and everyone was very supportive.
However, the next second, a slender figure jumped onto the stage.
Qu Yueqing looked up and saw that delicate and cold familiar face, and was obviously stunned for a moment.
Memories of the dead began to attack her again.
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