No one's true self could resist such a description.
But the painting in front of me blocked it.
The answer is self-evident.
This is the remaining method of reincarnation left by Qingyi, and it is also her path to becoming a saint.
Only the seal set by Qing Yi could make him completely helpless.
Maybe……
Did Master really commit suicide?
As soon as this thought emerged in Danqing's mind, it began to spread wildly.
But it didn't calm him down.
Instead, it made him even crazier.
“Impossible!”
“That doesn’t make sense!”
"Master! You can't possibly commit suicide!"
"Master, please come out and answer me in person!"
Waves of burning souls and magic power surged out into the scroll, but they were like waves hitting rocks, unable to do anything to it.
The blood-ink ghost face became more and more ferocious.
But his expression became more ferocious.
The blood color becomes lighter.
He was close to the end of his rope.
Slowly.
The pen is shaking.
But he never gave up.
At this moment, something unusual happened in the scroll.
But before Danqing could feel happy, he found that the person in the painting seemed to come alive.
The tip of the pen was held by a white and slender hand, and a living person walked out of the scroll.
Hua Chao looked dazed, his eyes full of sadness.
She looked at the blood-ink ghost face and said in an extremely cold voice: "Stop it, Senior Qingyi has passed away. Apart from the sealed great magical power, I am a completely different person, a useless and pretentious waste."
"impossible!"
Danqing said in a shrill voice: "You lied to me!"
He desperately wanted to draw out his brush and end Hua Chao with one strike. He would not allow his master to become such a person.
But how hard he tried.
The painting's magic brush seemed to be embedded in Hua Chao's hand, motionless.
That hand is clearly very weak.
But he couldn't do anything about it.
Hua Chao turned around and pointed at the blank scroll: "Senior Qingyi still has a trace of consciousness left. Ask whatever you want to ask!"
Having said that, he let go of his brush.
The blood-ink ghost face was dazed for a while, and looked at the blank scroll again, with a hint of fear in his eyes.
I feel timid when I am close to my teacher.
That might be how it feels.
But he still mobilized his remaining magical power and controlled the brush to fly over.
Hesitated for a long time.
He wrote the first question on the blank scroll: Master! Am I wrong?
Two words quickly emerged below the question: Wrong.
Danqing Miaobi wrote again: But you were willing to teach me the art of reincarnation at that time.
Answer: Because I see the desire for a prosperous world in your eyes.
Danqing Miaobi asked again: Then why did you stop teaching halfway?
Answer: Because the desire for a prosperous age depends entirely on one person. Once you are like this, even if I am really the one who creates the prosperous age, you are completely wrong.
The brush of painting is hovering.
It seemed as if he was stunned for a long time.
final.
Then he tremblingly wrote down the last question: Master! Can I see you for the last time?
It stands before the scroll.
As if stopping and expecting.
But after waiting for a long time, there was no new answer.
There is a blank space below the question.
But it was filled with disappointment.
The expression on the Blood-Ink Ghost's face froze, and the expectation slowly disappeared. When it completely disappeared, only endless deathly silence remained.
The vitality has not yet dissipated.
But he has lost the will to live.
He seemed to have returned to that winter when the fields were covered with snow, his body was stiff and he had lost all desire to live.
The only difference is.
That time, a master picked him out of the snow.
But this time no one would help him escape from the snow cave.
"That's it!"
The blood-ink ghost face slowly dissipated.
Just before disappearing, he saw Hua Chao, whose eyes also showed no life.
Until now he still didn't understand why the master reduced and modified his ego into such a waste.
But he vaguely remembered that the Taoist master of the Bai family once said that these were a pair of eyes left by his master, a pair of ordinary eyes that could see the prosperous times.
once.
He hated those eyes so much.
But at this last moment, he wanted to be kind to these eyes. After all, they were the only thing his master left in this world.
All the blood stains on the tip of the pen were shaken off.
He flicked it lightly.
A wisp of soul, which was so weak that it couldn't be weaker, flew out.
Gently placed it on Hua Chao's brow.
This is the last wisp of his life soul, and can also be seen as the spirit of the two scrolls and the pen.
now.
It can be considered as recognizing the master.
But he had no hope of realizing how much of his full potential he could exert.
Because he never had any hope for Hua Chao.
The reason for doing this.
It was just because he hoped that the last thing in his life would not disappoint his master.
Even though the master is no longer here.
He also didn't want to be a traitor.
"Um?"
Hua Chao looked up blankly, only to find that several scrolls and a pen had all fallen to the ground.
Faintly.
She felt as if these things had recognized their master.
At the same time, another memory came to mind.
The end of the night city?
Her body quickly straightened up, because in this memory, she saw Ying Wuji.
Wuji is...trapped?
It seems that the last crack is hidden inside this transformation.
So, I'm the only one who can rescue them?
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