Chapter 19 Philistine
The "information" remained in the consciousness of Nihua's "Painting Spirit". Nihua thought that the person who sent him the signal was from the four major sects or other righteous people. After all, he was not one of his own , how could her "painting spirit" consciousness be defenseless.
After Nihua confirmed the information again and again, she tried her best to get Pei Yi to take her to her destination in the name of making a painting spirit.
Before Pei Yi left, she glanced meaningfully at Nihua. Nihua suddenly felt bad. When she walked back, a huge barrier appeared in front of her eyes.
Ni Hua did not expect that the person who asked her to meet was...
In the blooming lotus pond, the girl is as blazing as a lotus. Her eyebrows are graceful, the tail of her eyes is slightly raised, her eyebrows are lowered and her eyes are narrowed, showing her gentleness and nobility.
"It's you."
The girl next to the lotus pond heard the footsteps, lowered her head and played with the glass fan in her hand. The faint luster on the water reflected the girl's eyes, far away From the look of it, she was a beautiful and beautiful woman.
Ni Hua's mind was spinning, and the voices in her mind were confusingly mixed, and the identity of the girl in front of her was ready to be revealed.
“My sister is guarding Feng Zhishui in Fengdu.”
"Don't worry, everyone, my sister will definitely come to save me when she hears the news that I was killed. She is a great swordsman!"
"Have you gone to Fengdu for a tour? Don't you have any other clues? , I think there’s something wrong with that young lady in Fengdu!”
"We have left someone to keep an eye on Feng Zhishui, who is a senior sister from the Golden Core stage."
"Feng Zhishui has been soul-searched by the elders, and there is indeed no problem."
"How is that possible? It’s her, she looks very innocent and kind.”
The fruit of the wind is certainly not innocent.
"Do you recognize me?" Feng Zhishui watched quietly as Nihua controlled his emotions, walked closer to him, and twitched the corner of his mouth, "You are not surprised at all, but , It doesn’t matter.”
What is left unfinished is that Nihua really doesn’t need to know so much. After all, why should a dead person know so much.
Feng Zhishui smiled softly, "I saw your painting spirit, it's just like the real thing."
Feng Zhishui knew more information than Nihua imagined. , Ni Hua's eyebrows twitched, Fox Pei Yi agreed to give her three days.
Ni Hua guessed that Feng Zhishui might have found some traces, or they had reached a deal, and the fox had sold Ni Hua completely.
Also, it takes a few days for an expert to go back and forth from Fengdu to the observation deck of Hongling Town. Feng Zhishui can move freely, or Feng Zhishui deceives people into spinning around, or else The person guarding Feng Zhishui died.
"Sword Spirit is dead?" Ni Hua blurted out.
"Jian Lingjiao? That female sword cultivator? She is such a dullard, such a stupid person, I don't want her to die." Feng Zhishui smiled, the female swordsman guarding her Xiu, the vigilant yet soft-hearted look that stared blankly at her reminded Feng Zhishui of her half-sister. Thinking of this, Feng Zhishui stopped smiling.
Look, what is the use of an upright person? It is said that good people do not live long, but harm will last for thousands of years.
In fact, Feng Zhishui knew that she was not their biological child earlier than Feng Zhiqing and the others imagined. The elders had come to see her a long time ago. However, the Feng family and his wife didn't know anything, so Feng Zhishui deceived himself and pretended that he didn't know.
Ever since she was a child, just because she wanted to maintain the dignity of the heir to the Feng family, Feng Zhishui wanted to be the best. She would make different friends every time because of the relationship of interests to satisfy them. As a result, she found that what she had done It was like a joke.
In order not to expose this secret, in order to maintain the false family relationship, Feng Zhishui came into contact with the shady underground transactions very early, but she said nothing and still obeyed her parents obediently every day, turning her head as if nothing had happened. Go and do errands for the elders.
Feng Zhiyu and she have always been different. Even though she works so hard, she can't compare to Feng Zhiyu's innate talent. She doesn't want to live in unwillingness and jealousy all her life, but Feng Zhiyu Zhiyu is seeking death on his own.
Ni Hua saw that the God of Wind and Water was not thinking about Shu, and the corner of her mouth twitched. Sure enough, the second female lead was really strong, and she made the enemy weak before she even made a move.
"It won't be long before there will be chaos here." Feng Zhishui murmured to himself.
Ni Hua felt a chill in her back. When she was wondering whether the plan she had just received not long ago had been leaked, Feng Zhishui continued, "I heard that you are going to help that fox draw a spirit for your sister. Choose a day. It's better to hit the sun."
Ni Hua looked at Feng Zhishui. Feng Zhishui had already prepared tools, including Ni Hua's spiritual weapon. Under Feng Zhishui's gaze, Nihua began to knit the clothes of the figure. Nihua's hands kept moving, but he had other ideas in mind.
Feng Zhishui looked at the face of Feng Zhiyu that Nihua had begun to weave. She turned her head and looked at the white and flawless lotus blooming sarcastically at the corner of her mouth.
Reaching out of the mud without being stained, and washing through the clear ripples without being evil have always been the ideal states pursued by people.
Nihua worked hummingly, she was self-aware, she knew that if she didn't get Feng Zhiyu's painting spirit out today, she wouldn't be able to get out of this door.
Ni Hua carefully kept a backup plan while disturbing Feng Zhishui's mind. "Indeed, if chaos breaks out, there may be another killing. If Feng Zhiyu's useless body is left in this dirty place, she will definitely be unhappy if she dies."
Feng Zhishui The mournful emotion ended in time and was fleeting. For a moment, Nihua vaguely thought that this person had feelings and could instigate rebellion.
Ni Hua couldn't help but asked in a strange way, "Have you ever felt guilty?" To the Feng family who raised her Feng Zhishui, who had cared for her since she was a child and eventually died tragically. Love, the words of the wind that have stolen my life...
"I have never done anything wrong, how can I feel guilty?" Feng Zhishui knocked on the stone table with her delicate hands. She tilted her head and looked at Nihua in confusion.
It wasn't Feng Zhishui who killed the person, she didn't do anything, so why should she feel guilty.
Just because the language of the wind is clouds and she is mud. When she was stuck in the quagmire, no one rescued her.
From the beginning, she could only survive by helping the evildoers. She had seen so many consequences of disobedience, and she did not even dare to think about her own fate.
She was just obedient, she just wanted to live, what was wrong with her.
If you want to blame it, blame it on Feng Zhiqing and his daughter, who are not sober at all, do not know their own abilities, and do not recognize themselves. If it were her, if she wanted to make a difference, she would take steps and wait for the opportunity to take action.
Sure enough, they are the natural father and daughter. Unfortunately, Feng Zhishui is really nothing like them.
Ni Hua looked at Feng Zhishui, but she didn't expect that Feng Zhishui really believed that she was innocent in her heart.
Feng Zhishui smiled when she saw the surprise in Nihua's lowered eyebrows. In the long run, she was just a mediocre person who was a vassal of the times.
When did Qiansi Silkworm Poison begin?
Since the war a hundred years ago, the spiritual power in the world of immortality has been exhausted. No one has witnessed the great path for hundreds of years, and no one's mentality has collapsed.
Over the past hundred years, there have been very few brilliant geniuses. There are only a handful of Yuanyings in a sect. Improving one’s cultivation level is as difficult as climbing a mountain. People with an unstable mentality will more or less resort to eccentric ways to study evil arts.
A person in the Yuanying stage can be honored as an elder in various sects, but from refining qi to foundation building, there are many, from foundation building to golden elixir, there are very few, and from golden elixir to Yuanying, there are only a handful of them. , how many people can cross the threshold. And the elixir produced by using Qiansi Silkworm Poison supplemented by spiritual elixir, spiritual blood and spiritual flesh, can easily upgrade people.
"Originally, Fengdu only had seven Nascent Soul masters, but now, how many people do you think, three bottles of elixir, can create a Nascent Soul master, who wouldn't be tempted?" Feng Zhishuiyan smiled at Yan Yan. Look at Nihua.
“Are you sure that you can eradicate the Thousand Silk Silkworm Poison that exists in Kyushu?”
"You never understand the human heart. Without Thousand Silkworm Poison, there will still be Hundred Silkworm Poison, Ten Thousand Silkworm Poison... If the spiritual energy does not revive for one day, there will be no end to this unhealthy trend." Feng Zhishui smiled and lowered his head. The muttering is like a devil's curse, with a hint of philosophy in the absurdity.
The flawless lotus is swaying on the lotus pond, its tender stamens are fragrant, and its fragrance is pure. The silk pattern on the water is like a mirror, reflecting the good and evil of the universe.
Nihua sighed in confusion. "Evil cannot defeat good."
Wrong ways and evil ways will eventually lead to self-destruction.
Feng Zhishui sneered indifferently, only naive people would believe in such beautiful things. She put away the painting spirit of Feng Zhiyu, opened the glass fan, and directly recruited people to take Nihua to a water prison to be imprisoned.
When Nihua was chained in the water, she discovered that the water in the dungeon here can corrode people's spiritual power, and there are also resentful spirits in the water! ?
Not long after she arrived, the nagging sounds of resentful spirits penetrated her ears day and night. Nihua looked up at the dark distance. It is estimated that if she was locked up for a while, she would almost lose her mind. .
Feeling bored, she looked left and right, and her eyes suddenly glanced at a hidden corner in front. It turned out that there was a large cage hanging on it, and a woman with disheveled hair seemed to be locked in the cage.
Ni Hua had a bold idea in her mind. The person being imprisoned must be the second female lead who was shown mercy by the Wind Sailor, Sword Ling Jiao.
"Hey, don't sleep. How can you sleep at your age?" Nihua concentrated, using her remaining spiritual power to detect the other person's state, but listening to the other person's even breathing, she didn't know that the other person was in a coma. Or fell asleep, she shouted loudly.
"That girl in front of you, look over here." Nihua shouted as if she was insane when no one was around.
"Save some strength and stop barking." A faint voice came from the cage.
"Ah, you're awake, are you Sword Spirit Jiao?" Ni Hua looked at the cage carefully. It could trap a monk in the Golden Core stage. This cage couldn't be made of Xuantie.
“Well, do you recognize me?” Jian Lingjiao was a little surprised, after all, she had never been out much.
"Your brother Jian Zhongzhi said, by the way, this senior sister, how long have you been captured?"
"Has Zhongzhi been caught?" Jian Lingjiao continued to marvel. "I'll calculate the time and stay in the water prison for about three days."
Listening to Jian Lingjiao's tone, Ni Hua knew that Jian Zhongzhi's signal had not been sent out at all.
After some exchanges, Ni Hua felt that Jian Lingjiao was a bit coquettish.
Ni Hua remembers that Jian Lingjiao and Gu Changfeng'an were entangled ten years later and hated Hai Qingtian. She remembered that Jian Lingjiao was very stubborn and wanted to follow Director Yun. Ni Hua looked at it with confusion. Looking at the calm-looking female cultivator in the cage, Jian Lingjiao doesn't look like someone who is obsessed with the love between her children!
(End of this chapter)