“There are indeed some differences, but the essence is the same!”
Jiang Leqing gritted his teeth and said, "In fact, I suspect that Danqing Duhun and Hongchen are both me, and my abilities come from the same source.
Painting and calligraphy transports the soul and reshapes the body and soul.
The world is mine. For a short period of time, I will forcibly project the shadow of my soul onto others and occupy their nest.
Mine is to seal my own soul and project the shadow of my own soul onto my main body.
Danqing and Hongchen also thought so and contacted me several times, wanting to meditate together, but my cousin refused. "
"Um?"
Ying Wuji noticed the information inside and couldn't help asking, "You said that Danqing Soul Resurrection is to reshape the body and soul, so... it is a true resurrection?"
Jiang Leqing was also unsure: "In my opinion... it should be, right?"
Ying Wuji continued to ask: "Even if the reshaped personality is only an extremely one-sided image in the minds of others?"
Jiang Leqing thought for a long time and asked a question: "So do you think you exist objectively or subjectively? In other words, is the subjective existence of all people equal to the objective existence when put together?"
“…”
I started studying these annoying problems again.
Ying Wuji didn't want to ask, he just wanted to ask a few questions that he was more concerned about: "Can the people drawn by Danqing have children? How much strength can be restored? Can the ancient physique be revived after being drawn? Resurrecting over and over again like this is like spawning monsters. Isn't it too abnormal?"
…
Thousands of miles away.
A forest.
A bamboo house.
A handsome but expressionless man is painting meticulously.
Next to him, a middle-aged man with a cold and gloomy temperament was asking questions non-stop.
"Can the person who is drawn have children?"
"How much strength can be restored?"
"Can the Holy Spirit Embryo and Emperor Zhuanxu's body be restored?"
“If I die again, can I draw it again?”
This middle-aged man was naturally Ying Yue who left Chongli Palace a few days ago.
And the man who was painting.
It is Danqing.
Danqing's brush strokes did not pause for a moment as he replied indifferently.
"If I have enough blood in my heart, I can have a baby."
"The strength is at most 100%. The spirit fetus and the emperor body can be restored, but it costs more money!"
"Let me make it clear again, I am the Lord of the Underworld and can revive you infinitely, but most of your efforts are only enough to revive you once."
He put away his paintbrush, and a lifelike woman appeared on the paper.
A subordinate ran over, carefully rolled up the scroll and handed it out.
Danqing raised his head and glanced at Yingyue, still expressionless, with no emotion in his voice: "King Gan, it is true that I took the initiative to contact you for my teaching, but I am not asking you for help.
I am the Lord of the Underworld. If you pray for resurrection, you must follow the rules.
If you have any doubts, just leave!"
Ying Yue said solemnly, "It's just that the price your sect offers is too high, so I have to be more cautious. Please let me know, Mr. Danqing. If you can't help me, then I can only go to your sect leader."
Danqing thought for a moment and asked, "If I can help you solve your doubts, will the deal be done?"
Ying Yue nodded: "Of course!"
Danqing repeated, "For the entire month of July, will the Zhao family's main force be contained in Xindi?"
Ying Yue said solemnly: "Why not?"
Danqing's expression finally changed slightly. After all, he didn't expect that Ying Yue would actually agree.
This is a big list.
And it is a big list that is closely related to all my followers.
As long as it can be done.
When the night city reappears at the end of July, he will be able to seize the opportunity, comprehend the rules and become the true master of the underworld.
Isn't this why he stayed to teach me for so long?
So he asked again: "The national strength of Gan has not yet recovered, and the diplomatic relations between Gan and Li cannot be easily destroyed. Does the King of Gan really agree?"
Ying Yue snorted coldly: "I am the king, how can I regret what I said?"
Danqing asked: "What method do you plan to use?"
Ying Yue's face darkened: "Do I need to tell you what I plan to do?"
Danqing didn't ask any more questions, but said, "Make a blood oath, or I won't tell you the truth!"
Ying Yue knew that the matter was of great importance and he could not avoid the blood oath.
There was no hesitation.
Take the oath directly.
Danqing then slowly explained: "My heart blood is the most important thing for resurrection. Without it, even if you can be alive and kicking, you can only be a spiritual sustenance for some people at best. You are just a doll, not a real person.
The heart blood not only contains the human mind, but also records many details that the original body is not aware of. Just like the spirit fetus and the emperor's body, the respected young master only knows its wonders, but does not know the secrets, but these are recorded in the heart blood.
Therefore, it is not difficult to restore the spiritual body of the emperor.
The only thing is that the consumption is extremely serious.
I wonder how much blood and sweat the King has put into preparing this?"
Ying Yue directly took out two bottles.
One bottle is everything.
The other bottle is Lin Qing's half.
Then he pointed at his heart and asked, "There is still half of me. If this is the case, how many years of life can you guarantee?"
Danqing felt the blood and energy in it, estimated for a while, and gave a number: "Twenty years!"
Ying Yue frowned and said, "I and his mother each lost 40 years of their lifespans, but I can only buy him 20 years?"
Danqing looked calm: "If resurrection did not require a price, my bamboo house would have been crowded with people, and how could Danqing Duhun bear the bad reputation of evil magic for thousands of years?
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