Chapter 144 Desire and Pursuit
In front of the cave gate.
A slim figure in white clothes and white hair slowly walked out of the cave.
After entering Douhuang, the fresh and ethereal aura of Xian'er's body seemed even more ethereal.
The whole person's temperament has changed faintly, and he feels more and more like a fairy.
"Sister Xianer." Qinglin stood up and shouted happily.
Xian'er smiled and nodded, then looked at Wei Yang.
Wei Yang picked up the teapot, poured a cup of hot tea, and waved to her, "Come and sit."
Xian'er smiled softly and walked away with light and cheerful steps. Coming over, his eyes passed curiously, and he saw the single horn standing there like an iron tower with a dull expression.
She felt a strong dangerous aura from the other party. Surprise and a hint of solemnity flashed across her face, and she asked: "Who is he?"
Wei Yang pointed to the futon beside him, "Sit down first, drink tea, and let's talk slowly."
"Okay." Seeing Wei Yang like this, Xian'er felt relieved and walked over and sat down. .
"The thing is like this..." Wei Yang slowly spoke and told the story again.
Xian'er listened quietly, staring at him with a pair of beautiful eyes.
Finally, Wei Yang gently touched Najie with his fingers, took out a jade bottle and put it in her hand, and said with a smile: "Fortunately, this is the poisonous fire of the netherworld."
After doing this, he also felt a sense of relief.
Until this moment, Wei Yang felt as if a big stone had been put down in his heart, and his whole body seemed to feel much more relaxed.
Since he met Xian'er, he has been thinking about how to plan and solve the hidden danger of Ernan Poison Body. He once personally promised Xian'er that he would definitely help her solve this hidden danger.
He was actually a little stressed.
Now, it seems that we are very close to our goal, and there is only one last step left.
After personally coming into contact with the Nether Poison Fire and seeing its weirdness and horror with his own eyes, Wei Yang became more confident in whether the Nether Poison Fire could completely solve Xian'er's hidden dangers.
This kind of strange fire seems to be specially tailor-made for the evil body.
Under this world, there must be no other kind of strange fire that is more suitable for the poisonous body of Ernan than the Nether Poison Fire.
"Brother Yang..." Xian Eryu clenched the bottle with her hand, her eyes were slightly red, there was mist in it, and traces of deep affection emerged.
"I promised you, and now I have done it." Wei Yang smiled, "You are not allowed to say thank you, we are a family, this is what I should do."
"Yes." Xian'er nodded heavily.
Her nose felt very sore, and the tears in her eyes could no longer be held back, so they burst out of her eyes and slid down her fair, jade-like cheeks.
"Silly girl, why are you crying?" Wei Yang stretched out his hand, gently wiped away her tears, scratched her nose, and said in a doting tone: "I have become a little cat, a crybaby. "
"Hee." Xian'er suddenly burst into laughter, raised her hand and hit Wei Yang lightly, saying angrily.
Besides, Qing Lin looked at this scene with some envy, and felt happy for Xian'er in her heart.
...
After some sensationalism.
"Open it and take a look." Wei Yang chuckled.
"Yes." Xian'er's eyes were full of expectation, and she gently opened the bottle cap.
Suddenly, a palm-sized green flame slowly floated out from the jade bottle, suspended in front of them, burning quietly.
This flame does not feel hot. Looking at it, you will feel a gloomy feeling in your heart.
Like a wandering will-o'-the-wisp in a wild cemetery at night.
Chichi~
The air above the flames was burned to the point of making a corrosive sound.
"Netherworld Poison Fire!" The two women stared with wide eyes.
Especially Xian'er, her expression became excited. She, who had always been calm and indifferent, now had a rare scorching color in her eyes, staring at the flame.
Her whole body was trembling slightly, and there was a strong desire that was quickly emerging in her body.
Just like a drug addict who has been thirsty for a long time and suddenly encounters a large bag of pure drugs in front of him, the desire and longing emerge almost uncontrollably.
The Nether Poison Fire, for the Enan Poison Body, is more attractive and tempting than any other poison in the world.
This is an instinct.
The burning color in her eyes became more and more intense, and her eyes glowed with a faint red light.
"Xian'er, wake up!"
Wei Yang shouted softly, and the voice echoed in Xian'er's ears, like a thunder, waking her up instantly. "Me." Xian'er's eyes suddenly returned to clarity. She was startled, looked at Wei Yang, and said: "Brother Yang, I'm sorry, I..."
"You just The mind is controlled by desire. Remember, it is you who control the power of the body, not the power of the body.”
Wei Yang frowned slightly and said: "The same is true for the Netherworld Poison Fire. It is you who control it, not it controlling you, otherwise..."
He pointed at the horn with a numb face and empty eyes. , "He is your fate."
"I know." Xian'er took a deep breath and closed her eyes slightly.
A moment later, when she opened her eyes again, she had returned to her usual calmness, and there was even more determination in her.
Wei Yang nodded.
He was relatively reassured about Xian'er's character.
Before, it was just because I saw the poisonous fire of the netherworld for the first time, and I was so excited that I fell into a state of temporary trance, and my mind was occupied by desire.
He knew very well that Xian'er had always longed for a kind of strange fire, especially the poisonous fire of the netherworld.
At this time, the poisonous fire of the netherworld was right in front of her. This brief loss of consciousness was a normal phenomenon and she could not be blamed.
Don't talk about Xian'er, any alchemist, including fire practitioners, will not be in a mood or get excited if they suddenly see a strange fire and don't want to get it.
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Everyone knows the truth, and you cannot let desire dominate your mind.
But to put it bluntly, any living thing cannot escape the control of desire throughout its life, unless it dies.
No matter how strong you are, this is the case and you are destined to be unable to escape.
Because desire is the root of all troubles, and it is also the instinct and pursuit of life.
How can a person have no desires?
Desire is an instinctive pursuit.
Wanting to eat is a desire, wanting to drink water is a desire, wanting to sleep is also a desire, wanting to become stronger is a desire, wanting to gain something is also a desire...
As long as people still have ideas , pursuit, are all desires.
Even gods and Buddhas have desires, let alone humans?
The only difference is whether you can control your own desires independently.
Know what to do and what not to do.
Controlling desires is self-discipline.
If you don’t control your desires, you will do whatever you want.
Unless you have reached the highest level of all worlds and are completely transcendent, nothing in the world can enter your eyes.
There is no secret in anything anymore, and you can even create it casually.
Then, you may no longer have desires and pursuits.
......
"I will help you conquer it."
Wei Yang said: "Your soul power enters the source of the strange fire and waits until I take back my soul. After the imprint, you are immediately stamped with your own soul.”
"Okay." Xian'er took a breath and closed her eyes slightly.
Between the eyebrows, quite powerful soul power surged out and slowly penetrated into the poisonous fire of the netherworld.
As Xian'er broke through to the Dou Huang realm, her soul power is now barely comparable to ordinary low-level Dou Zong experts.
If divided by the soul realm, her soul power is probably at the middle stage of the first mortal realm.
Although she is only a fourth-grade alchemist now, based on the strength of her soul, she can barely achieve the goal of becoming a fifth-grade alchemist in a short time.
Wei Yang also closed his eyes slightly and realized that Xian'er's soul power had wrapped around the origin of the strange fire. He reminded him, "One, two, three, start!"
When the words fell, he retracted them instantly. He took his soul mark and quickly retreated.
In mid-air, the Nether Poison Fire, which was originally floating there and burning quietly, seemed to be stunned. Its swaying movements stopped, and it felt like it had lost a layer of shackles, like a restraint.
Then it wanted to explode.
But soon, it became quiet again.
Because Xian'er's soul power had taken this opportunity to invade it, successfully branded it and controlled it.
(End of this chapter)