Chapter 199 I Want to Heal

After he entered Wen Qing's sea of ​​consciousness, his real body remained outside. The ghost world boss gently put away his sword body. Although his face looked calm, he was still a little nervous.

I felt nervous and absent-minded. I sat there not knowing what to do. I felt like I was being judged.

Fortunately, He Cen did not show any disdain or impatience, he even hugged the little master in the sea of ​​knowledge.

Their original spirits are all in the sea of ​​consciousness. This time, He Cen went to find the master's soul first, and then went to look at his memories.

There is no difference between the original spirit and the original body, and they can empathize and communicate with each other. The little sword spirit looked at the tall and big master in the sea of ​​consciousness, stretched out his hand and poked his bulging chest muscles, "Master? Master~Qingqing?"

Wen Qing was so amused that she reached out and grabbed his finger, "Teacher is listening, you troublemaker, what are you trying to do now?"

He Cen's eyes sparkled, "You're alive!"

Wen Qing: ...

"This is a soul in the sea of ​​consciousness. I know everything you do. Aren't you here to look at memories? Why are you here again?"

It was He Cen's first time entering Wen Qing's sea of ​​consciousness, and of course he was curious. The scenes in Bo Lou's sea of ​​consciousness for soul and body cultivation were very fierce, like Rakshasa Hell or King Yan's palace. He walked around in there, but didn't feel comfortable, so Bo Lou took him to play somewhere else.

Wen Qing is here, there is an endless grassland, blue sky and white clouds, and the air can smell the fragrance of green grass, which is quite consistent with the master's identity as a foreigner.

He liked the scene very much, so he stayed here for a while longer, "Is this your hometown?"

Wen Qing nodded gently, "Do you like the grassland?"

He Cen quickly responded like a chicken pecking at rice, "I like it!"

Wen Qing laughed, raised his hand and blew a whistle, and two eagles fell from the sky and stood steadily on his arms.

The little sword spirit obviously didn't expect to see such a scene of falcon taming in the sea of ​​consciousness, and the expression on her face was quite excited, "Master, you are so awesome!"

Wen Qing stretched out one arm, "You can touch it."

He Cen carefully touched the soft feathers on the eagle's chest. Wen Qing left the more docile female eagle to him and said, "Go ahead. Come back to Master if you have any questions."

"The ocean of knowledge is boundless and vast, so be careful."

The little sword spirit nodded obediently, "Okay~"

Wen Qing certainly didn't want to face many of his past memories, and He Cen didn't force him to do so. He decided to look for it himself to see if there were any loopholes in his fate.

The past of the masters is really too long ago. In fact, it would take a long time for him to fully understand it if he read it this way.

It's not impossible to have a quick tour of the big dream, but you will miss a lot of details. Although this is a bit more difficult, overall you can see everything you want to see in detail.

Wen Qing had already let him into his sea of ​​consciousness, so naturally he wouldn't hide anything. He Cen then looked through the earliest part of his past memories.

To be honest, it's not pleasant, especially seeing my Master, who is now extremely respected, being trampled upon like an ant in the past.

This made He Cen extremely distressed and it was too hard to accept.

Even though it happened a long time ago and this is ancient times, there is no such thing as a theory of freedom and equality for all in this world, but when you really come into contact with it, how can you not be touched?

He Cen felt that if he were to face such a devastating start, he would rather die and be reborn. He would not be able to hold on any longer. Just watching his master suffer such hardship and humiliation, he was almost crying with anger.

This time Wen Qing didn't need to take the initiative to call him. He would come out and shut himself in for a while after looking around.

Disguising himself as a dead mushroom, he huddled into his master's arms and said, "Don't call me, I need to heal my wounds."

Wen Qing didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so she raised her hand and touched his hair.

"Don't feel bad, baby. It's been a long time. I told you that Master was not good to look at in the past. You can just pick and choose. Why are you still putting yourself in his shoes? You're crying like a little rabbit."

He Cen wiped his eyes and said, "How can I choose and look at them? I am not buying anything, so why should I be so picky?"

"You are my master, the one who will accompany me for a long time in the future. I can't accompany you through thick and thin. You know the past but still only pick the ones you like. How can there be such a person..."

Wen Qing laughed, "Of course there are. There are so many selfish people in the world."

"You are just a soft-hearted person. You have to do this and torture yourself."

"Okay, stop crying. You've made yourself so wronged, and I feel bad for you. Later, Jun Chao and the others may not agree. Fate is not the most important thing. You are young, and you don't need to be bothered by these worldly things."

"Be the most powerful sword spirit in the world and be happy."

He Cen curled himself up again, "No! I will stick to you guys."

"I'm just watching. I haven't really experienced it. It's my own fault that I can't help but feel sad. Don't bother me."

How could Wen Qing not care about him? He was curled up in her arms like a little figurine. The crying handsome boy looked so pitiful. How could she really not care about him?

He Cen is also a man with a bad temper. Since no one cares about his master, he just pampers him himself.

While shedding tears, he was collecting good things for Wen Qing, as if he was trying to make up for all the suffering his master had endured in the past.

He also told Wen Qing to leave him alone.

The small back figure makes people feel safe.

The big boss of the ghost world made him want to laugh, and he felt an indescribable sense of comfort in his heart.

Apart from the little sword spirit, no one had ever cared for him like this. He Cen was not afraid of their ugly and dark sides. Even though he knew all that, he was still very close to them.

In fact, this is enough, enough to satisfy several masters.

He didn't let Wen Qing interfere, and he didn't persuade him too much afterwards. He Cen adjusted himself and recovered well. His mood was in good shape, so he put business first again.

Wen Qing had never had a good life when he was a human being. He Cen screened them carefully and found that except for loving Wen Qing's mother when he was very young, he had never met anyone who could warm his heart in his life.

Life as a slave was not easy, but Wen Qing was born with a strong physique, tall and handsome. After he became an adult, he was chosen by the prairie princess to be a horse slave.

Those days were probably the only time in all those years that he had a chance to catch his breath.

However, the good times did not last long. After the grassland was defeated, these slaves were sent to the imperial dynasty at that time and were used by the monks there to make medicine.

Wen Qing endured that kind of pain for three years. It cannot be said that he died and turned into a zombie. It can only be said that the accumulation of drugs changed his body. After he gathered his strength to kill the evil cultivator who abused people, he fell into a short dormant period. During that period, he stayed in an abandoned pharmaceutical factory.

Everyone thought he was dead and threw him into a mass grave.