MTL - After Rebirth, I Returned to Miaojiang to Inherit My Family Business-Chapter 196

"Have you really decided to do this?"

When walking into the formation outside the Fengshui Pagoda with a whisk in hand, Wu Rong faintly sighed.

"If you want to seal the Great Tiankeng, you must sacrifice."

With a cold voice, the second person who spoke was Fu Qingnan.

"But, apart from you, no one can resist the temptation of the Great Tiankeng..."

"I trust them."

The low-pitched conversation was interrupted here, replaced by another voice that rang deep in the soul.

"What do you desire?"

When the voice came out, Wu Rong's breath was stagnant, and no one could do better than Wu Rong when his voice suddenly sounded in this situation. But soon Wu Rong discovered that the voice was more indifferent and colder than his, like a programmed machine, asking the same question over and over again.

"What do you desire?"

"What do you desire?"

Under this voice, Wu Rong's heart stirred. It seemed to have some kind of seductive magic power, which could spontaneously make people dig out the things hidden in the deepest part of the soul and what they really longed for. Is this what Fu Qingnan and another person talked about just now, the temptation of the Great Tiankeng? Will everyone hear their own voice when they come here, causing confusion?

But Wu Rong didn't want anything, nor did she desire anything. From the beginning to the end, his emotions are very indifferent, and no matter how long he spends with the people around him, what he produces is only responsibility. Apart from…

As soon as his thoughts moved, Wu Rong was immediately pulled into the illusion. The Fengshui Pagoda in front of him disappeared, replaced by a thick white fog. Three figures appeared in the depths of the mist, becoming clearer and clearer. At first glance they look exactly the same, but upon closer inspection you can see that they are slightly different.

The man on the far left is dressed in Taoist robes, his black hair is crowned by a jade crown, he holds a mahogany sword in one hand, and a talisman in the other. His young and stern face is expressionless, and when he looks at Wu Rong, his frozen pupils are like ice. Xiao Xueshi revealed a smile.

"A Rong, come."

The one on the far right is older, with black hair scattered on the scarlet blood coat, and his face is so white that it looks like he was carved from frost. This kind of beauty is rare and fragile, which makes people unconsciously marvel and pity him. What's more, the beauty's eyes are closed tightly, and it seems that she can't see. Even so, his head was slightly tilted towards Wu Rong's direction, as if waiting for his arrival.

"what."

The one in the middle is the one that gives people the feeling of a generation of masters the most. Wearing a cloud-patterned crane cloak, he stands tall, and his black hair is simply pulled up by green bamboo branches, making him even more handsome and extraordinary. Standing there, he is like a majestic mountain that cannot fall down, and like a strong bamboo in the wind, no matter what difficulties and setbacks he can't destroy him. Looking at Wu Rong with ink-stained eyes, eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings, her thin lips parted lightly, and her voice was as clear as jade hitting each other.

"Wu Rong."

"Fu Qing is young and fiery, Nan Zhong is loyal and infatuated, Fu Qingnan is mature and stable, they are all beautiful beauties. Which one do you like best?"

That voice babbled in Wu Rong's ears. Although the voice was still the same as Wu Rong's, the difference could be distinguished from the tone. It is impossible for Wu Rong to be as thoughtful as Master Lingyun in this life.

"If you want me, I will definitely want all three!"

The voice became more greedy and excited, very contagious, as if this was the greedy excitement deep in Wu Rong's heart. As soon as the words fell, the three people walked towards Wu Rong at the same time. Every time they took a step, the surrounding fog faded away, and they became more and more real, as if all this happened in the real world. If Wu Rong really agreed, the other party would really belong to him completely.

Dreams come true, longing to turn into reality, is this the real allure of the Great Tiankeng? Even strong-willed heroes have desires, because they're all human.

Wu Rong is different from normal people.

When the three of them took the first step, he raised his saber horizontally, and when they got close to him, Wu Rong made a move without hesitation, split 'Fu Qing' in two with one saber, and cut off 'Fu Qingnan' with another. head, and finally slashed towards 'South'. Even if the chopping felt real, blood spattered, the other party showed no resistance, showing a sad and indulgent expression, Wu Rong did not waver in the slightest.

It's just an illusion.

"You are really too sensible, too cruel, and too ruthless. You can still do this to someone who has a yin and yang bond with you, it is really, really—"

That voice was tsk tsk regretful, but when it came to ruthlessness, it was in an admiring tone, and the tone of the end of the sentence was raised:

"It's really great!"

"Even if a normal person knows that this is an illusion, they will hesitate half a point when they see their parents and lovers. As long as there is half a point, I can turn it into a hundred points. But your heart is as cold as ice, there is no Any desire, and no desire at all, like a monster, even if it puts on a layer of human skin and sneaks into the crowd, it is impossible to become a real person."

"Very well, you are very bad, I appreciate you."

The thick fog receded, and the bodies of the three people also turned into smoke and dissipated. Only then did Wu Rong realize that he was only ten steps away from the Fengshui Pagoda. Right now, its original pure white and flawless pagoda was covered with ugly cracks. When the mist completely dissipated, the Fengshui Pagoda could no longer hold on and shattered. In the pure and clear jade fragments like ice crystals, there is a yellow paper bag wrapped in the hero's relics.

In addition, there is a gleaming silver scepter. It is extremely gorgeous, shining brightly like sprinkled with gold and silver powder. The body of the stick is like the spine of some kind of animal, but it is crystal clear, carved like the purest gemstone. The silver epiphyllum vine wraps around the body of the stick and blooms at the head of the stick. It is luxurious and noble, attracting everyone's attention like a demon.

until it starts talking.

"How many years, oh, how many years have I been in this stone tower full of cinnabar smell. Alright young man, stop standing there stupidly, quickly, quickly get me out of this pile of broken stones Pull it out. This poor life is really not for the great me."

A utensil that can talk and confuse people, it made Wu Rong think of a stone carved human head. This scepter should be a kind of spiritual thing.

Whether it's the Fengshui Pagoda, or the cinnabar formation, the Fu Qingnan paper figurine guarding it is all to seal the silver scepter?

"Move your lazy feet quickly, young man, getting me is a blessing that you can't save in hundreds of lifetimes!"

The scepter chattered, Wu Rong walked towards it slowly, and stopped when he was three steps away. From this distance, Wu Rong could already see that although the Fengshui Pagoda was broken, the square pagoda base was still intact. This scepter pierced deeply into the base of the tower like a sword in the stone, as if waiting for someone destined to pull it out.

"What are you waiting for, hurry up."

Wu Rong ignored the words of the scepter, but took three steps as a radius, circled around the base of the Fengshui tower, and clearly saw the thin red threads extending from all sides of the cinnabar gossip array, wrapping around the scepter like a bondage. But the color of most of the red threads was dull and black, and some of them were broken off, hanging down limply. If this is really a formation set up for the scepter, obviously it won't last for a few years.

"Strange, really strange, why can you not be tempted by me?"

Seeing that Wu Rong still ignored it after talking to himself for a long time, the scepter said in surprise, "Even your man can't completely resist my temptation. You must know that he is the second most determined person I've ever seen."

"My man?"

Wu Rong didn't react for a while.

"Oh, don't pretend to be in front of me, young man, the yang energy on your body is as bright as the sun, which can't be hidden from the eyes of the great Doug, except for that cunning and untrustworthy celestial master. Who is there!"

When it came to the end, Scepter became emotional and gritted his teeth a bit. But Wu Rong fell into deep thought because of the countless information contained in his words. According to what it said, this scepter named Doug was 'deceived' by Fu Qing...Fu Qingnan, and sealed here. Whether it is the Fengshui tower, the cinnabar array, or even the stone slabs on it, they may all be part of the seal.

But the strange thing is that what touches Wu Rong's heart most faintly is the word 'the second firmest will' that the scepter said just now. If there is a second, there must be a first. Intuition told Wu Rong that the person with the strongest will that the scepter has not mentioned is very important.

"The one with the strongest will? Of course it is my master."

Contrary to Wu Rong's expectation, when he pretended to be curious and asked, the scepter did not hide it. It was proud and sneered with a bit of arrogance: "He is the most perfect and powerful existence in the world. Anyone who has met my master will fall in love with him madly, and I am his most loyal and trusted servant— "

"Really, I don't believe it."

Wu Rong couldn't bear to listen to the scepter beeping for a long time, full of praise and praise, but there was not a word that really related to its 'master' status. Thinking of the unconscious Fu Qing and the crazy python spirit to be dealt with outside, Wu Rong interrupted it and said aggressively: "I think Fu Qingnan is knowledgeable and powerful, much stronger than your master. Otherwise, you will be killed." He has been sealed here for so many years, why didn't your master come to rescue you?"

The scepter stopped talking, it had no eyes, but Wu Rong felt that he was being stared at by some kind of cold and oppressive evil eyes. What I just said hit the pain point of the scepter.

Wu Rong's expression remained unchanged on the surface, but in fact his nerves were tense, and his perception was extremely sharp.

"Young man, you are pathetic."

After a while, the scepter finally spoke indifferently. It is yin and yang, and the high-spirited tone sounds like a sarcastic down-and-out aristocrat, who can ridicule you from the hair to the heel: "You are like the frog at the bottom of the well. Gently, a celestial master with fairly good strength should be my treasure."

"My master, that is a noble and extraordinary that you can hardly imagine in your whole life. Yes, it is truly extraordinary. In his eyes, all living things are just clouds and ants. If you want to tell the story of the master, even if you tell it for a year or two It's hard to finish."

The tone of the scepter is far-reaching and yearning, and it is fascinating in the old-fashioned way. In the dark, only the silver epiphyllum on the scepter is slightly bright, like a night light by the bedside. Paired with a gentle voice, it is like a grandmother telling stories when she was young when she was sleeping on the bedside. It can quietly dispel everyone's vigilance and make them quiet and defenseless like returning to childhood.

Wu Rong also seemed to be attracted by the magical voice of the scepter, with his eyes slightly closed, his expression calm, and he walked towards the scepter as if guided by an invisible force.

One step, two steps.

"He is the King of kings, the King of all the world, the eternal King..."

Shua la la—

A subtle sound sounded quietly, the stone foundation was cracked, and the scepter was pulled out inch by inch, gradually revealing the whole picture, but the movement was completely covered by the hypnotic sound of the scepter.

"He can send people to heaven, and he can also take people..."

"Go to hell."

Before the lingering sound dissipated, the scepter was raised horizontally, and the extremely sharp tip suddenly pierced Wu Rong's heart! But at the same time, Wu Rong suddenly opened his eyes. His eyes were as calm as usual and there was no sign of being tempted. The Miao Dao, which had been prepared for a long time, was lying in front of him, blocking the scepter's vicious blow at the nick of time!

Bang!

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[The story of Fu Qinghenan and Fu Qingnan] (the story of the golden ax, the silver ax and the iron ax)

In a dark and gloomy ghost land, there lived a cruel woodcutter with a sharp iron axe. Every day, the woodcutter takes this iron ax up the mountain to kill ghosts.

One day, when the woodcutter was chopping ghosts by the river, his hand slipped and the ax fell into the river.

At this moment, the scepter appeared. It felt that the woodcutter was too widowed, and decided to give him a wife [husband]. The scepter sank into the river, picked up a Taoist priest, and asked, "Is this Fu Qingnan your husband?"

The woodcutter shook his head indifferently and said, "I don't have a husband."

The scepter sank into the river again, picked up a blood-clothed ghost king, and asked, "Is this Nan your husband?"

The woodcutter still shook his head and said, "I don't have a husband."

The scepter sank into the river for the third time, picked up a young Taoist priest, and asked, "Is this Fu Qing your wife?"

The woodcutter took a closer look and said reservedly: "That's right, I just lack a wife."

Scepter didn't appreciate the woodcutter's honesty, so in order to cultivate his greed, he gave him Fu Qingnan and Nanquan as gifts. The woodcutter was brought back home by his three husbands, and he lived a happy and harmonious life ever since.