My old enemy wants to spoil me [Transmigration Book]

Chapter 42 The Second Dream

Mu Jishuang next to him was also stunned when he heard the name "little uncle".However, he didn't know the relationship between Shang Qing and Yan Qi and Yan Linhan, and his brain circuit suddenly went to the other side.

When I was not around, what happened to these two people in front of me?

We dare not say anything, and dare not ask anything.

Most afraid of the air suddenly quiet.

Shang Qing saw a hint of helplessness in Yan Linhan's eyes.

Although helpless, Yan Linhan put Shang Qing down carefully, as if he was dealing with a fragile object.Then he was silent for a while before he opened his mouth and said, "I'm only four years older than you."

Shang Qing: "..."

He seemed to be right, Shang Qing suddenly realized that he was a generation older than Yan Qi, and suddenly felt a little depressed.If he and Yan Qi were together in the future, would it be said that he was eating grass?

No, I have been lying dead for 20 years, and if I subtract these 20 years, it will be almost a few years.

When Shang Qing thinks of Yan Qi, his thoughts inevitably drift away.

When I came back to my senses, I couldn't help but spurn myself—what's the use of thinking so far, I haven't confessed to it yet, and if I don't succeed by then, thinking about everything is useless.

However, Yan Qi should... probably not refuse.

Shang Qing said that he was not thinking about it, but in the end, there were still many pictures of the two of them getting along in his mind, and he suddenly felt confident again.

Yan Linhan saw that his eyes were wandering, his head was hanging down and he didn't know what he was thinking, so he skipped the embarrassing topic just now.He said directly: "Let's go, let's go to Lin'an City first."

Shang Qing nodded, took back the Huan Yanzhu, and changed himself back to his original appearance, and the three of them headed towards Lin'an City together.

When they arrived in Lin'an City, it was tantamount to entering the Yan family's sphere of influence.Although Yan's Tianjian Lake is outside the city, there is absolutely no shortage of places to stay in Lin'an City. Yan Linhan naturally has a place for them to rest, and there is no need to bother to find any inn.

Seeing that his expression was wrong, Yan Linhan asked him, "Are you uncomfortable?"

Shang Qing shook his head: "I seem to be a little tired... I want to take a rest, can I?"

Of course, Yan Linhan wouldn't say no, he took him to the guest room, and before leaving, he specifically told him: "If you need anything, call me."

Shang Qing didn't know what was going on, after obviously getting back his delusion, he took back a lot of his previous cultivation.He should have been full of energy and improved, but he felt dizzy and had a lingering feeling of discomfort along the way.

Shang Qing checked himself with medical skills, but found nothing abnormal, and even because a large amount of cultivation bases flowed into the meridian dantian, he did have signs of breaking through again.

But something seems to be missing.

what is it then?

Shang Qing stayed in the guest room with such doubts. He was going to meditate for a while to adjust his state, but he was really dizzy and fell asleep in a groggy state.

Shang Qing seems to have had many dreams.

……

In the first dream, there was a cold mourning hall, a black coffin, and white mourning banners.

Shang Qing heard the low sobs slowly spread behind him, and felt that his headache was about to split.

He stood up without saying a word, and under the astonished eyes of countless people, he split the heavy black coffin with a sword.

"Shang Yuchen, are you crazy?"

"……Please grief."

Shang Qing heard someone reprimanded and comforted by others, but Shang Qing didn't seem to hear it, and just looked at the coffin destroyed by him in a daze.

The coffin was empty, with nothing but a piece of clothing of the deceased.

Shang Qing raised his hand to press his forehead, and felt as if something was stirring in his head, the pain made him a little blurred.So much so that I couldn't see the faces of the people around me clearly, only the blurred outlines remained.

Whose coffin is this?

Shang Qing's eyes were stained with a tinge of red from the pain, and even his breathing seemed to be choked, panting with difficulty, he tried his best to stand up straight.

He swayed and his eyes fell on the coffin in front of the coffin.

It seemed that it took a lot of effort to make out the simple words above.

——Jian Zun Yunyan's spiritual position.

Shang Qing blinked, and a drop of cold sweat rolled down the corners of his eyes and cheeks, hurting his eye sockets.

Only then did he vaguely remember that a few nights ago, Guixu Tianyuan brought down a catastrophe, and thunder and thunder shook Kyushu. Countless people were watching this frightening catastrophe from afar.

At that time, Shang Qing was guarding a long-lived lamp of Yun Yan, not daring to look away.

The Heavenly Tribulation made a total of ninety-nine and eighty-one strikes. Shang Qing counted carefully in his heart until the last thunderclap disappeared. He wanted to raise his hand to wipe the thin sweat from his forehead, but suddenly felt a little cold behind his back.

There was a night wind blowing outside the window, the wind was so light that it seemed that it couldn't even curl a leaf.

The wick in front of Shang Qing's eyes flickered, then suddenly went out.

In an instant, the blood on Shang Qing's face faded away. He stretched out his hand to touch the wick, but his fingertips were visibly trembling.

How could the longevity lamp be blown out by the wind?Shang Qing thought, maybe there is something wrong with the light, check it, and it will probably turn on again.

However, before Shang Qing's hand touched the wick, a small crack appeared on the ever-bright lamp.

Then the cracks began to spread rapidly, until the whole long-lived lamp made a "bang" sound, and turned into a pile of broken pieces in front of Shang Qing's eyes.

Shang Qing usually reacted quickly, but this time he didn't have time to withdraw his hand.

The flying lamp shards scratched his skin, pierced into his palm, and dripped blood.

The warm blood mixed with the debris on the table and turned into a dirty pile of mud.

Long-lived lamp, with a little essence and blood in it, is connected with its original life.

People live when the lamp is on, and people die when the lamp is off. Now that the lamp is broken, that person's spirit and soul will be broken, and he will be wiped out in ashes.

Shang Qing recovered from his memory, looked down at his palm, there was still a tiny scar left there, and with his body's repair ability, it would disappear soon.

His gaze returned to the coffin that had been chopped to pieces, and he finally realized clearly that his master, Yun Yan, went to Guixu Tianyuan to cross the catastrophe, but failed to come back alive.

A bitter taste rolled in his throat, and finally he spoke hoarsely, but there were only three words: "I don't believe it."

As if a blunt knife was being drawn in his head, he said again: "I don't believe it."

Shang Qing turned around, leaving this suffocatingly cold mourning hall like a lonely black sword shadow.

He seemed to hear many people calling him behind him, those who called him by name, those who called him Junior Brother, those who called him Senior Nephew... There were many, many, with different tones.

But it doesn't matter anymore, Shang Qing didn't intend to stop, he left everyone's voices behind, and left Chonghuazong without saying a word.

Dreams always change quickly, so in the dream, Shang Qing's journey from Chonghuazong to Guixu Tianyuan does not take as long as in reality, only a short moment.

Guixu Tianyuan is a place that few people set foot outside of Kyushu.

Shang Qing stood in front of the entrance of Guixu Tianyuan, but was unable to enter.He was just 20 years old that year. Even though he was a well-known young genius in the immortal world, his cultivation level was not enough for Guixu Tianyuan.

The wind from Tianyuan blows like a knife, but Shang Qing is still too stubborn to leave.

Perhaps because of the pity of the heavens, Shang Qing actually waited for a person before returning to Tianyuan, a person he seemed to know.

This person uttered a golden-patterned black robe, with sharp eyebrows and eyes.He was obviously a ghost cultivator, but he didn't make people feel eerie, but exuded a dignified and chilling aura.

In Shang Qing's distant memory, he had seen this person.

That was when he was very young, and he hadn't even joined the Chonghua sect.In the memory that is not very clear, Yun Yan seemed to have an argument with this person, and they broke up in the end.

But it's not an enemy, it's more like a quarrel between old friends for many years.

That person came out of Guixu Tianyuan, and he didn't expect that there would be someone guarding outside.When he saw Shang Qing's face clearly, he seemed to understand something, and said to him: "What are you here for? If you want to find your master, you can go back."

Shang Qing's face was pale, only his eyes were slightly red.

The man gave a very brief laugh, but he couldn't tell what it meant. He said: "You are quite fierce, but to be honest, your master's spirit is really gone. He was killed under the ninety-nine days of sanctification. Even if it is him, it is impossible to survive."

Shang Qing suddenly raised his head: "What did you say...?"

"As you heard, not everyone in this world wants Yun Yan to become a saint." The man spoke in a calm tone, neither sad nor gloating.

At his fingertips, he conjured up some misty fragments, very faint, as if they were about to disappear soon.

"Don't even try to find the corpse, it has already been turned into ashes under the catastrophe." The man said, "I walked around the Guixu Tianyuan, and only found such a small fragment of the soul, as for the remaining fragments... …It’s not easy to destroy, probably because it was taken away and sealed away.”

Shang Qing looked at the soul fragments between that person, and his eyes suddenly turned red.

He has a somewhat aloof personality and rarely bows his head to others, but at this moment he knelt down without hesitation and bowed down: "Please save my master."

This person is a ghost cultivator who can freely enter and exit Guixu Tianyuan.

Shang Qing knew that he must have a way.

Hearing Shang Qing begging him, the man suddenly snorted coldly: "Save him? You may not be able to please him if you work hard, anyway, it won't do me any harm if he dies, so why should I bother."

Shang Qing didn't get up, but said again: "Please, save my master."

The man's eyes sank, he stared at Shang Qing for a long time, and in the end he didn't say whether to answer or not, but just said something else inexplicably: "Wei Ting, a master craftsman with wonderful hands, once created three spiritual lamps, named Soul-leading, Soul-hunting, and Zhuan Spirit. Who did these three lamps pass to after his death? Can you guess?"

Shang Qing's voice was hoarse, but his tone was extremely firm: "I can't guess, but I will find them."

After hearing this, the man seemed very satisfied with Shang Qing's answer, and said with a smile: "Good answer, I'll wait for your news."

……

The scene in front of me turned upside down, and the dream changed again.

In the second dream, the surrounding suddenly became very hot again, and he was outside Yueyang City.

It seems to be midsummer, with the noisy cicadas singing in my ears and the scorching sun above my head.

Shang Qing was sitting in a small teahouse outside the city, listening to the gossip of the tea drinkers. It was nothing more than the wives and concubines in the backyard of someone's family who were jealous and intriguing. In the end, the trouble was very ugly and almost killed.

Shang Qing looked in front of the city gate.

There stands a torture rack, which is used to display the criminals who have committed serious crimes in the city as an example to others.

A female prisoner was hung on the rack. It is said that she has been hung here for two days.

The female prisoner's hands were tied with rough ropes, her toes were exactly an inch off the ground, and all the weight was concentrated on her slender wrists, as if they might break at any moment.

The weather was too hot, and a lot of rotten vegetable leaves or other filth were smashed on the torture frame, which produced an unpleasant smell, and no one wanted to get close to it.

Shang Qing got up from the teahouse, walked straight ahead under the scorching sun, and stopped in front of the execution rack.

Although his clothes are not luxurious, they are also exquisite and neat, and he looks out of place among the filth and rot.But Shang Qing didn't seem to care, he took out a water bag, lifted the lid, and brought it to the female prisoner's mouth.

The female prisoner's hair was disheveled, and many fleshy wounds were faintly exposed on her body.

Her complexion was like dirt, her lips were so dry that they were about to split, but she could still see from the contours of her facial features that she used to have a delicate and bright face.

After being exposed to the scorching sun for two days, after she drank a few sips of water, she finally had the strength to see clearly what was in front of her.He asked hoarsely, "Who are you?"

Shang Qing didn't answer her question, but instead asked, "Are you Wei Ting's daughter, Wei Chuxia?"

The female prisoner nodded with difficulty, but her eyes were amazingly bright: "You want to find those three lamps, right? Kill someone for me, and they will be yours."