Chapter 811 The Death of the Magician, New Year's Ceremony [1st Update]
The intense pain of bone separation was no match for the shock to the brain at that moment.
The First Poison Master.
A diviner!
Two god-level powerhouses with completely opposite abilities are actually the same person?!
She's such a young girl.
“I forgot, you can’t speak right now.” Ying Zijing was still holding his chin, then snapped it back shut.
She remained indifferent throughout, showing not a trace of pity.
"You're clearly...clearly not even twenty!" The magician, pale and in excruciating pain, screamed hoarsely, "How is this possible? Impossible! You should be at least several hundred years old!"
He was the one who fought against the First Poison Master in the 16th century.
How could the number one poison master be so young?
But these poisons prove that Ying Zijing is the number one poison master.
“If you sages are so special that you can reincarnate repeatedly, it’s not surprising that there are other supernatural things happening to you.” Ying Zijing fed the third pill and looked the magician up and down. “The sages’ ability to endure is indeed very strong.”
The magician was not as calm as he appeared.
He felt as if thousands of insects were biting inside his body, and the pain was so intense that he could hardly breathe.
He had never experienced this kind of pain before.
The magician felt utter despair and his nerves snapped: "My lord, my lord, spare my life..."
"What's a little pain?" Ying Zijin inserted another gold needle into his head, saying calmly, "It's nothing compared to what he and I have done, and nothing compared to what you've done to those people."
Little by little, several seven-inch-long gold needles were inserted into the magician's acupoints.
These few gold needles instantly amplified the pain in the body a hundredfold.
The magician couldn't take it anymore and spat out a mouthful of blood.
His muscles trembled, and cold sweat poured down his face.
He could feel his life slipping away.
How could a sage with absolute power be killed?
"Ah—! Why!" the magician roared hysterically, "Why, even with the reversed card, am I still no match for you? Why? Why is this happening?!"
"I'm not reconciled! I won't—"
But the sound stopped at that moment.
The magician exhaled his last breath, his eyes wide open, and his body collapsed heavily to the ground.
He died with his eyes wide open in disbelief.
Fu Yunshen's eyes narrowed suddenly: "Gone?"
As everyone knows, sages cannot be killed.
Unless they take advantage of the sage's demise and repeatedly hunt down the sage's reincarnation.
"Yes, he's dead." Ying Zijin was also slightly puzzled. She pondered, "It's probably because the poison I made far exceeded his tolerance."
Her medical and toxicology skills were learned in her previous life in the spiritual cultivation world.
No pharmaceutical or acupuncture methods exist here.
"That's a good thing." Fu Yunshen leaned back in his chair and lazily raised his hand. "We finally killed the first sage. My girlfriend is really something else. I'll be relying on you from now on."
“He just said the word ‘reversed’.” Ying Zijin looked up. “I have a deduction.”
“I have one too,” Fu Yunshen smiled. “Tell me about it.”
“The twenty-two Major Arcana cards in the Tarot represent twenty-two sages,” Ying Zijin said slowly. “Each card has an upright and a reversed position.”
"For example, the upright Devil card represents depravity, while the reversed Devil card represents progress."
“Correspondingly, the Sage also has upright and reversed positions.” Fu Yunshen’s peach blossom eyes narrowed, and he chuckled. “The Magician is reversed, so he can make poisons. The Tower and the Hanged Man are reversed, so their martial arts have been enhanced.”
“Hmm.” Ying Zijin nodded. “I think it is precisely this ‘reversed’ power that has influenced their nature.”
Both Xiu and Qin Lingyu spoke.
Long, long ago, every sage traveled to various places to ward off all kinds of disasters and protect the world.
I don't know when it started, but some things have changed.
"It seems that the lord has found a way to enable the sages to activate the reversed position." Fu Yunshen said calmly. "Both Ta and Zhouyan are combat-type sages, so they naturally cannot refuse to gain stronger power. Perhaps there are deeper reasons as well."
“That’s what I think too.” Ying Zijing said thoughtfully. “Do you think Shaluo has been reversed?”
“Her?” Fu Yunshen said calmly, “She has just been at the pinnacle of power for too long and has become corrupted. No one is a saint.”
"I don't care what happens to her." Ying Zijing rested her chin on her hand, raising an eyebrow. "Sir, your honor cannot be lost."
Shining Morning Star, Son of Glory.
Fu Yunshen was taken aback. After a long while, he smiled lazily and said, "Since my girlfriend has spoken, then she won't be lost."
He finished cleaning up the magician's body, left the room, and went downstairs.
In the living room, Shao Yun was pinned down in front of the mahjong table by Jiang Ran, and was playing cards with Ling Mianxi, feeling helpless.
Seeing Fu Yun Shen come down, he wiped his sweat and immediately stood up: "Xiao Qi, you..."
"You're leaving the city?" Fu Yunshen picked up his coat and draped it over his shoulders. "Let's go, I'll see you off, but I need to go to Shanghai first."
Shao Yun was stunned for a moment. He swallowed back all the questions he wanted to ask and silently followed behind the man.
They arrived at the city gate without any hindrance.
Shao Yun was still somewhat dazed, having never left the city so smoothly before.
He opened his hands and looked down at the inscription on his palm.
It is a name.
Fu Liuying.
He thought that if his memory were erased, he would inevitably forget everything about Fu Liuying.
But he couldn't forget her.
Even if he loses his memory, he can still remind himself that this is the person he loves most.
Fu Yunshen didn't say a word on the way to Shanghai.
The plane quickly arrived at its destination, and Fu Yunshen went directly to the cemetery.
Yu Shaoyun knew that Old Master Fu and Old Madam Fu were buried here.
Fu Yunshen bought some offerings and turned around, saying, "Don't go in. They don't want to see you."
Shao Yun gave a wry smile: "I know."
And he never got to say an apology in his entire life.
But what's the use of an apology?
He has passed away.
The cemetery is cleaned every day, and there are two willow trees nearby.
It was December, and the willow leaves were already turning slightly yellow.
"Grandpa, Grandma." Fu Yunshen slowly knelt down, gently poured a cup of wine in front of the grave, and smiled, "I've come to see you."
No one answered; there were only two smiling photos.
"Rest assured, I have never let you down, nor have I let hatred blind me," he said. "I am taking revenge, and I am on my way."
He took out the box containing the magician's ashes: "This was one of our enemies, killed by your granddaughter-in-law. As you wished, I've gotten her."
"The rest, one at a time. I, Fu Yunshen, always keep my word."
On the tombstone, Old Master Fu gazes at him quietly, still smiling, as if to say—
Grandpa heard it.
Fu Yunshen knelt for a while longer before standing up.
He raised his hand to catch a fallen leaf, and the ground beneath his feet was still the same land where Grandpa Fu and Fu Liuying had stood years ago.
What they were looking at was the same sky they had once gazed upon.
They used this method to tell him that they had never left.
Fu Yunshen left the cemetery and nodded to the desolate man with his back turned: "Let's go."
Shao Yun snapped out of her reverie, closed her fingers, and pursed her lips: "Mm."
The two then arrived in the world of ancient martial arts.
Last time, Fu Liuying's grave was moved to the back hill near the Judicial Hall.
The area is guarded by a security team, and no one is allowed to enter without Fu Yunshen's permission.
It remains a blank stele, without any inscription or photographs.
But Yu Shaoyun knew that the one sleeping inside was the peerless beauty Fu Liuying.
Time flies, and beauty fades into dust.
They are now separated by death.
Yu Shaoyun raised his hand, trembling slightly, and touched the cold tombstone, whispering, "Liu Ying, I've come to be with you."
Many years later, a new generation of ancient martial arts practitioners grew up.
You can still see a white-haired man sitting in front of an unmarked grave on the hill behind the church.
Day after day, I watch the flowers bloom and fade, the clouds roll and unroll.
**
Also today, W announced the details of the New Year's celebration online.
The New Year's celebration is the most important festival in the world's cities.
In addition to welcoming the New Year, we should also give thanks for the peaceful days brought by the wise men.
And the campaign against the Sage Demon and the other three traitors.
But this year, an additional item has been added: the execution of two people who have infringed upon the interests of the World City and the Academy of Sages.
[The New Year's celebration is so early this year? Seriously, December 1st can be called New Year's Day? Are you kidding me?!]
The Wise Queen's faith is far less powerful than before.
[They're going to execute two people in front of the whole city? Who are they?]
Whether I meet other sages or not is irrelevant to me; the Pope, the shining morning star, is my true faith!
Good morning!
Q-reader isn't far behind the leader, please vote for Ying Huang!
Last day for double monthly tickets on Xiaoxiang, don't forget to vote! =3=
P.S.: I highly recommend the TV series "The Age of Awakening," it's suitable for all ages.
(End of this chapter)
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