Difficulty: So I am an undercover villain

Chapter 112 Spirit Healer

On the bright red land, a tall tower stands tall, with a dim flag hanging on the tower. The surrounding bright red sand flows with the wind like a sea of ​​blood, and a red light roars in.

When the king came back, the whole area of ​​Hongmian suddenly glowed red, matching the sky's glow, and at the same time, the flag on the high tower erupted with bloody light.

In a room in the high tower, a cold and solemn killer with empty eyes wiped a long sword expressionlessly. The bell hanging on the sword's whiskers rang. At this time, the door was pushed open. , stepped into the room with steady steps.

"A dream."

The man who wiped the sword paused, as if surprised that someone would come here, stopped wiping the sword, and looked up at the person who came.

With a backhand lift, two red lights entered the eyes, Di Shouhe Meng's eyes flashed, and colors appeared.

"It's the Lord."

"It's me, Ghost Fang Chiming is back."

Seeing who came, Di Shouhe Meng knelt down on one knee and performed a salute as a minister.

"These days, I have been catching birds as eyes, but I can't find any news from the Lord. On this day, you finally came back." Di Shouhe Meng looked up at the ghost Fang Chiming excitedly.

Guifang Chiming helped Di Shou Meng, and patted him on the shoulder lightly.

"The fierce flag of war has also become popular with my return. Are you still the most loyal Mengmeng by my side?"

As he said that, Gui Fang Chi Ming shook his empty hands, indicating that he had lost the king ring.

Di Shou Meng understood the meaning of Chi Ming, and his eyes burst into flames immediately, and he expressed his attitude: "The life of Zi Meng is given by the Lord to regenerate, wherever the Lord goes, Chi Meng will go there."

"Okay!" Ghost Fang Chiming shouted.

"The bloody journey of the battle will let you and I walk together with blood."

Gui Fang Chi Ming waved his hand to Meng Meng, and the two hands representing the friendship of the master and minister were tightly held together.

"My lord, what shall we do next?" Di Shouhemeng asked.

"The next step is for me to contact the other Qiyuan to see how many people are willing to fight with me. In addition, I know that Shen Yifei is not dead, so you go and call him back." The ghost Fang Chiming's savage voice came from the room. A dignified voice.

"As ordered."

Immediately, two beams of red light left the tower, one went to the depths of the red crown, and the other went to the misery.

On a battlefield in the border city of Hongmian, the sound of the flute echoed, and a red alien sat on a falling rock.

In the wind and sand, there was only a man with white hair and a desert robe, his facial features were blurred, and he was gently playing the dry flute in his hand; as he played it slowly, countless black scorpions broke through the sand like soldiers marching, and lined up neatly towards the person who played the flute gather.

Rushing footsteps sounded, and Gui Fang Chi Ming's figure broke in, breaking the scorpion training plan.

The sound of the flute stopped immediately, the black scorpion dispersed like a tide, and Cai Zi Xudan got up and walked towards the person who came.

"Your appearance has ruined my ongoing scorpion training plan."

"I have returned, when will you return to my command." Gui Fang Chi Ming said lightly.

Zi Xudan pointed at Gui Fang Chiming's hand with his horn flute, "Where's your king ring?"

Hearing this, Gui Fang Chiming narrowed his eyes, and the majesty of the king swept away towards Xudan.

Under the coercion, Zi Xudan was not affected in the slightest, with no change on his face, he said calmly: "Only Wang Jie can drive me to do things, otherwise we will be in the same position."

"Currently lost." Gui Fang Chiming put away his coercion, and then said sharply: "Before Wang Jie finds a new owner, I am still the lord of the Red Crown Border City."

"And I will not let the king ring appear as a new owner. If you have forgotten my ability, I will let you experience it again."

After all, Ghost Fang Chiming waved his hands, and the turmoil of blood caused dust all over the sky.

Facing the threat of Gui Fang's red life, Zi Xudan didn't care, he just chuckled, "Excuse me, what about Zi Meng?"

He knew Gui Fang Chi Ming would not make a move.

"I've already gone to perform the task in the abyss." Gui Fang Chiming snorted coldly, and turned his body on his back.

Zi Xudan walked two steps forward and walked behind Guifang Chiming, sighed: "He still regards your orders as the standard as before."

Hearing that there was a sense of relaxation in the Xudan tone of Chu Zizi.Ghost Fang Chiming turned around and asked, "What about you?"

Zi Xudan said with a complaining tone: "Since Meng Meng obeys your order, I will not be absent, but it is inevitable that I will complain, you take the grievances and hatreds between people too much. "

After saying that, Zi Xudan flipped his hands and shattered the horn flute in his hand, and the horn flute turned into fine sand and fell to the ground.

Guifang Chiming glanced at the fine sand on the ground, somewhat puzzled by his actions.

Caizi Xudan explained in a joking tone: "This flute has been polluted, I will go to find Caimeng first, and then I will return to the Hongmian Hall."

After speaking, not giving Guifang Chiming a chance to speak again, Chaozi faded into nothingness and disappeared on the spot.

As if feeling deeply helpless at the actions of these companions, Gui Fang Chiming hummed heavily, left here, and headed towards Cailuxian Hom.

Holding the road map given by Lun Qingcheng, Shen Yifei bumped around and came to the quiet platform.

Standing on the stage was a woman wearing a white fluffy coat, and behind the woman stood two men, one of whom had an extraordinary temperament, and Shen Yifei recognized him at a glance as the head of six strings, Cang.

At this time, there was a lot of people under the quiet platform, and a group of villagers were noisy below.

"Master Spiritual Healing finally came back to Jingtai to give a speech." A villager said happily.

"Yeah, I really like the speech of the spiritual healing master. Every time I listen to it, I feel that my life is more open." Another villager next to him said with emotion.

"In my opinion, she is the savior of the end."

"Master of Healing Soul, Master of Healing Soul, Master of Healing Soul." The crowd in the audience spoke excitedly and showed fanaticism.

But the real savior was silent in the crowd, and Shen Yifei had the feeling of seeing the white lotus believers being brainwashed
At this time, the woman on the stage had a gentle face with a trace of compassion. She raised her hand and pressed down, and the audience fell silent instantly.

"The most important thing in a day is the first sentence. Some people use it to yawn, some use it to scold, and some people use it to praise. What is the first sentence of my spiritual healer. Do you know?"

"How do we know that?"

The villagers in the audience shook their heads.

"My first words of the day are...I love you."

"Hearing the spiritual therapist say he loves me, this day has indeed become happier. I wonder who is the lucky one?" "I love you" made the crowd restless.

The healer smiled slightly, "The person I love has no specific object. I can feel love when the wind blows, I can feel love when the rain comes, even when facing the door, stone, clothes, You can say love to yourself in the mirror.”

"Having the ability to love, we are the givers, not the recipients."

Accompanied by the spiritual healer's eloquent speech, the restless people in the audience fell into contemplation, and Shen Yifei also listened quietly. Although he knew it was chicken soup, for some reason, his heart felt the long-lost peace and relief. The uneasiness he caused seemed to disappear in these few words.

After a long time, a voice came out from the crowd, "This kind of truth is easy to say, but it's really hard to do."

Hearing someone's question, the spiritual healer raised his eyes and glanced at the audience. His gentle gaze stayed on Shen Yifei for a while, and then moved to the person who asked the question.

"Now let me tell a story, and you will know whether it is difficult or not."

The healer said slowly, "There was a young man who was very unhappy every day. He complained and lost his temper. He threw away all the things at home. He threw away the teapot, teacup, kitchen knife, and everything he could see at home. Get out, do you know why he is not happy?"

Hearing the spiritual healer's question, someone immediately said anxiously: "I know, I know, he must be out of money."

"Or maybe work isn't going well."

The healer nodded and continued: "You are all right, he is a lonely and impoverished young man, he has to go to the village to build houses for others every day, the workload is very heavy, but his boss treats him very well. Very harsh, always scolding and beating him for no reason, deducting his wages for no reason, but he still has to rely on this job for a living."

"No wonder he is so unhappy, his life is rough, and he has to look at other people's faces." Someone in the audience made an indignant voice after bringing himself into the role.

"Yeah, but he became happy again later, do you know why?" the healer asked in a guiding tone.

"His boss is dead." One of them said without thinking.

But someone immediately objected, "This answer is too stupid. How can he be happy when his boss dies and he loses his job? In my opinion, he should have picked up gold on the way home."

Hearing the guesses of the village names, the healer smiled dumbly, "You guys are all wrong. When he returned home one day, he found that there was nothing in the house. He began to think about how this happened?"

"Is there any need to think about it? He threw things out."

"Yeah, but why would he throw things out?"

The people in the audience choked, and immediately said: "Because he is not happy."

"That's right, he's not happy, but how could he be unhappy? Who made him unhappy?"

"It's his boss."

"No, I'm not happy because I'm sad, but only you can control what's on your mind, not others, not even the boss who dictates to him."

"But it's his boss who makes him unhappy," someone objected.

"If I tell you to raise your left hand now, will you decide whether to raise your left hand after judgment, or will you just raise your hand." The healer then asked.

"Of course I must raise my hand."

Hearing this, the spiritual healer paused, and after brewing for a while, he opened his mouth and said:

"The human heart is the same. In fact, you decide whether you want to be happy or sad. That young man understood this truth, so he changed his mentality. He chose to face his suffering happily and love everyone he saw. to replace negative emotions with the tolerance of love;

As long as there is love in your heart, no matter when you are angry or sad, you will have a force to pull yourself out of the abyss of pain, and then you will realize that you are the one who cares about you, and you can decide what state of mind you use to face everything.”

Returning to the theme, the person on the stage was as comfortable as the moon, with a soft voice that penetrated deep into the soul, causing many villagers to fall into deep thought and recall their painful past.

After that, more and more people showed relieved and happy expressions.

Seeing this, the spiritual healer said: "It seems that you have already understood, remember, pass on this power of love, and I can heal the sadness in your heart for you."

"It's getting late, that's all for today."

Amid the cheers of the crowd, the healer and the two people behind him left the quiet platform.

Shen Yifei broke away from the spiritual healer's emotional infection, and smiled.

"What a bowl of chicken soup."

Then walk in the direction the healer left.

Back at Qiufeng Pavilion, the three of them started chatting.

The healer said: "Cang, you have walked through many villages with us these days, and now this is not the place for you to stay."

"It was I who delayed your entry into the world from Four Seasons. Cang should be responsible for your comfort." Cang was silent for a while, then shook his head.

Seeing that Cang had concerns in his heart, the spiritual healer persuaded: "It's been so long, you have also seen that there is no danger on my side, right now Lun Jianhai is looking for you, you should let go and do what you should do thing."

Cang turned around and took a look outside the Qiufeng Terrace, and said in a deep voice, "I'm afraid that's not the case."

As the words fell, the autumn wind swept over and rolled up the fallen leaves.

"Who?" Fu Chen sternly yelled at the outside, he was not worried because of Cang's presence, so his tone seemed a bit arrogant.

Amidst the falling leaves, a red figure stepped forward.

"On the sea of ​​swords, the world of mortals does not return to people. Please forgive me for visiting rashly."

It turned out to be him. Hearing the person's self-registration number, Cang put away his hostility, and Fu Chen suddenly lost his temper.

Coming in front of the three of them, Shen Yifei saluted.

"Several, please be polite."

Cang slightly nodded and saluted, while Fuchen turned away, slightly annoyed at Shen Yifei's recklessness.

The spiritual healer noticed this person when he was at Jingtai, but he did not expect that he is the famous savior in the martial arts today.
"It turns out that he is the real savior. Your Excellency must have come here for Cang." The spiritual healer asked with a smile.

She felt that Cang was a bit of a waste of his abilities here, and Shen Yifei's coming at this time was exactly what she wanted.

"No, I'm here looking for you, Master." There was an inexplicable smile on the corner of Shen Yifei's mouth.

"Oh?"

Both the healer and Cang felt a little surprised, but Fuchen said vigilantly: "What do you want to do, the healer will not get involved in martial arts disputes with you."

Shen Yifei ignored him, and said to the spiritual healer, "Can we talk alone."

Such contempt made him feel ashamed in front of the spiritual healer, so he immediately stopped in the middle, and said angrily, "Crazy man, I will not let you bring danger to the spiritual healer."

This person obstructed him again and again, Shen Yifei was secretly angry, his eyes froze, and he glanced at the person in front of him.

For a long time, he has been in the top position for a long time and has experienced several battles. At this moment, he suddenly broke out, and the aura and coercion of the high-ranking person on his body suddenly weighed down and made Li Chen feel a little out of breath.

(End of this chapter)