Liao Zhai Great Kind People

Chapter 80

Yan Feng stabbed out with the flying sword, and there was only a puff, and the sound of the flying sword piercing into the flesh was heard instantly.

However, Yuniang was unscathed, a middle-aged man dressed as a beggar appeared out of nowhere, stood behind her, and was pierced into the chest by Yan Feng's flying sword.

Yu Niang froze slightly, turned around, saw the middle-aged man, and said angrily, "It's you! I've turned into a ghost, why don't you let me go!"

The middle-aged man smiled slightly, turned around to touch Yuniang's cheek, but she slapped her hand away hard.

After the bang, the middle-aged man's eyes sharpened, he suddenly took out a brush, and stabbed it into Yuniang's chest.

Anger and astonishment appeared on Yuniang's face, and then her face slowly returned to calm, showing a bit of confusion.

The beggar in front of her was her former lover.The beggar's slap reminded her of the memories she buried deep in her heart that she didn't want to touch, and her thoughts involuntarily flew back to the time when she was killed.

By the Wuding River, in the wind and sand all over the sky.

Her knife pierced her lover's chest fiercely, followed by the general's cruel mocking voice: "It is said that a bitch is ruthless, but I finally saw it today. Come, someone, drag her down, dig out her heart and let her go down!" Liquor, this general does not want to keep such an unintentional person by his pillow!"

The next moment, she hugged the lover who was stabbed in the chest by herself with a knife, and the sound of wailing instantly resounded, piercing her heart.

It turned out that when he and his lover were forced to kill each other by the general, she was the one who started it first...

In this case, why in my memory, it was the artist who stabbed me in the heart?
Looking at the beggar in front of her, Yu Niang's expression became complicated, and she finally remembered the scene at that time.

When her life was dying, with tears in her eyes, she made a decisive move and stabbed her lover's heart with a knife.

As for how the story that spread later became that the painter killed her, and why the painter appeared here, her thoughts were completely in a mess...

Amidst her silence, Zhang Xiu and the others were also taken aback.

This beggar is a mouthful of thick phlegm, the beggar who puts his heart at ease for Wang Yuanwai.

Seeing him blocking the flying sword for Yuniang, Zhang Xiu was shocked, and after recovering, she quickly shouted: "Yan Feng, quickly take back the sword!"

Yan Feng nodded, the sword formula in his hand changed, and with a puff, the flying sword was pulled out from the beggar's chest.

The next moment, the beggar's expression changed, and he clutched his chest in pain.

Seeing this, Zhang Xiu took a deep breath: "No, he looks very painful, why don't you insert him back!"

Yan Feng: "@#￥%￥#@..."

Brother Zhang, what kind of enmity do you have with him?

Soon, Zhang Xiu also realized that it was unreliable to insert the sword back, and smiled awkwardly, and looked at the beggar: "What are you doing, you gave Wang Yuanwai's heart back, shouldn't you?" Don't you know the evil deeds that Yuniang committed?"

The beggar said with a painful face: "Not only the king, but all the hearts that Yu Niang dug out, I put them back...My lord, please let Yu Niang go, I will pay for her sins for her."

Yu Niang's tender body shook, and she looked at the beggar with complicated eyes.

At this moment, she finally knew the reason why no practitioner came to catch her after she had been doing evil for so many years.

It turned out that he had been by her side all the time, paying for the sins she had committed for her.

It turned out that she herself had been evading, unwilling to accept the fact that she was the one who killed her lover first.

The beggar didn't want to expose the truth and made her suffer, so he followed her all the time, silently atoning for her evil deeds...

For a moment, she had mixed feelings in her heart, and the way she looked at the beggar gradually became gentle.

Zhang Xiu looked at Yuniang and the beggar, countless conjectures flashed in his mind, his eyes lit up suddenly, and he asked the beggar, "Are you the painter back then?"

The beggar smiled wryly and nodded: "That's right, back then I was willing to be stabbed in the heart by Yu Niang. I thought the general would let Yuniang go, but I didn't expect the general to be so cruel that he cut her abdomen open.

I was unwilling in my heart, and then I came back from the dead for unknown reasons, and then, I went to kill that general to take revenge. "

"Afterwards, I found that Yu Niang had become a ghost, immersed in pain all day long, and I couldn't bear it, so I used my magic brush to change the memories of the people who were present at the time, and drew a false picture of me killing Yu Niang. The picture modified her memory."

"My lord, please let Yuniang go, all my mistakes are my fault, if I don't change Yuniang's memory, what happened today will never happen..."

Hearing this, Zhang Xiu was furious and said, "Although no one was killed, do you know how many people Yu Niang has tormented these years? Let her go, and let me explain to those people who have been tossed by the two of you?"

"Because of you, how many families have experienced great sorrow and joy, and how many families have lost their wives?"

The beggar heard the words, and the wry smile on his face became more and more miserable. He knelt down and begged for mercy: "My lord, this is all because of me. If your lord wants to punish, please punish me alone. If your lord spares Yuniang, I will spare God Here is the pen..."

As he spoke, the beggar took out a brush and offered it respectfully with both hands.

The reason why he was able to put a heart on the dead was almost entirely due to this magic pen.

This is a magical brush handed down from his family, and it has the magical effect of turning fiction into reality.

He used thick phlegm to spit on the chests of those whose hearts had been dug out before, but it was just a way to cover up. The hearts he put back were actually drawn back secretly with a magic brush after he left.

Zhang Xiu took the magic brush and said with a sneer, "I'll accept the magic brush. As for the two of you... the four virtues, Taoist priest, take them down, send them to the Yin and Yang world, and hand them over to Zhong Kui. Do you want to put them in a frying pan or not?" Pull out your tongue and follow the rules of the underworld!"

Beggar: "@#￥%￥#@..."

I heard that the Qingtian master in Jinhua Mansion only takes money and does nothing, but I didn't expect the rumors to be true!
In the expression of the beggar who couldn't laugh or cry, Taoist Side posted two magic talismans, and fixed the beggar and Yuniang, who did not evade, in place with the fixed body talisman.

As Taoist Side disappeared with the two of them, three reminders sounded in Zhang Xiu's mind one after another.

[God has the virtue of good life, you have successfully released Yuniang, and you will be rewarded with 20 years of painting experience]

[God has the virtue of good life, you successfully released the painter, reward 20 years of painting experience]

[Heaven has the virtue of good life, you have successfully released the Taoist with four virtues, and you will be rewarded with a foundation building pill]

After Zhang Xiu saw it, he couldn't help being slightly taken aback, put away his magic brush, and asked Yan Feng: "Brother Yan, do you know about Zhuji Dan?"

Yan Feng was stunned when he heard the words, and then looked at Zhang Xiu with a smile: "Of course I have heard that the Foundation Establishment Pill is for practitioners to establish foundations, and I seem to have just turned 12 years old when I established the foundation.

Brother Zhang, you are endowed with extraordinary talent, and you are still cultivating pure yang energy. With your talent, if you want to build a foundation, you only need to practice for a short...just 500 years! "

Hearing this, Zhang Xiu breathed a sigh of relief: "It only takes 500 years, that's okay..."

Seeing this, Yan Feng suddenly became in a bad mood: "@#￥%￥#@..."

It shouldn't, it shouldn't, your expression makes me feel no superiority at all!
　Recommend a good book, "Ten Capitals, Nine Observations, Eight Poles, Seven Yuans, Six Divisions, Five Elders Struggle for Dao Fruit" by Nan Shanju

　　
　
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