Germany

Twilight Quadruple.

Jing Yingrong stared down at Jiyupao and Jiqing Hairpin for a long time, and said to Yinshan: "I want to ask you to do something for me."

Yinshan: "What's the matter?"

Jing Yingrong: "Repair and cast them."

Yin Shan took the two Taoist artifacts and handed them over to Yanlan, saying, "To what extent it can be repaired, I will have to wait for the caster to see it before I can reply to you."

Jing Yingrong: "Okay, thank you. What reward do you want?"

Yin Shan looked directly into her eyes.

"I hope you will answer my questions."

Jing Yingrong showed a demeanor ready to answer.

Yinshan: "Why did Tao Zun come up with the idea of ​​creating a human body for you at that time? What was the opportunity?"

Jing Yingrong was stunned.

She moved her gaze away, fluttered and fell to the empty space, and fell into a distant memory in a daze.

The night wind suddenly came, the grass and trees rustled, and the hair on the temples brushed against the confused eyes.

"do not know."

"do not know?"

"One day, he suddenly said that he wanted to make a shell for me."

"Did anything special happen before this sentence?"

"No."

Jing Yingrong answered very firmly.

Suddenly something flew towards her face, she caught it casually, the fluffy little fluffy grain turned out to be the seed of some kind of plant blown by the wind.

Yin Shan was thoughtful.

Jing Yingrong: "Is there anything that makes you confused?"

"The whole thing."

Yinshan looked at her, "Historical records show that Dao Zun is not good at any of the arts of Taoism. In ancient times, there were masters of metal casting who also conceived of casting humanoid magic weapons, and there were also puppeteers who wanted to give life to puppets. Open up spiritual wisdom for pills. They all have all kinds of delusional thoughts after reaching the peak of a certain skill, and Dao Zun obviously does not belong to this category."

She looked in the mirror and was silent, then said: "If it was just a whim, how could it sustain the countless efforts that have been put into it since then? He was busy collecting materials day and night, and he must have spent a lot of energy in the creation process. I guess , this incident greatly affected his cultivation and path."

Jing Yingrong's silence indirectly acknowledged the words.

"If it were anyone else, it might be said to be obsession. But he is the pillar of support for the human race. From the fact that he did not hesitate to erase his credit for killing the beast god, it can be seen that he understands the righteousness. Such a person knows that the outcome is uncontrollable. It is really illogical to devote yourself to something that may be detrimental to the human race based on a whim."

The reflection in the mirror was silent for a long time.

She raised her eyes and looked at the night sky.In the darkening night, the stars light up one by one, and the moon shyly hides behind the clouds.

"I can't answer your question, please change your request."

Yinshan also looked up at the sky.

"Then save it first, I will mention it when I think about it."

"it is good."

Jing Yingrong left.

Yanlan stepped forward and waited quietly for a while, seeing that Yinshan was still motionless and silent like a stone statue looking up at the starry night, she asked, "Are you still thinking about that question?"

Yin Shan responded in a low voice.

Yanlan: "Why do you care so much? Is Daoist's motive important?"

Yinshan: "It will bother me, isn't that important?"

"You..." Yan Lan couldn't help but laugh, "It's important, it's important."

She thought about it and said: "Could it be that Dao Zun cares more about his own magical weapon than the human race? People always have selfish motives. Dao Zun has lived for too long. To him, the mirror may not only be It is a magic weapon, but a partner, friend, or even a relative who fights side by side."

Yinshan: “The spirit of a magical weapon has wisdom and thoughts, and is in harmony with it and accompanies it day and night... It is said that a person’s natal magical weapon, the spirit of the weapon, and its owner will be similar. Have you heard of this saying? "

"I've heard that I specialize in magic but not magic weapons. I don't know if this is true or not."

Yanlan recalled the related news, and said slowly:
"This kind of statement originated from the Lord of the Sea of ​​Death. The Barbarian Bone Dao Lord was cruel and vicious, and killed his disciples for his own selfish desires. As a result, he was bitten by the natal magic weapon. The world jokingly said that everything follows its owner, and the Barbarian Bone Dao Lord is selfish and ruthless and unscrupulous, so the natal magic weapon is also there. Follow the same example. Later, it was gradually spread that the magic weapon with the weapon spirit would be subtly influenced by the owner, tending to be similar to the owner in temperament, or hold some of the owner's ideas and hobbies."

She paused, and added: "However, due to the lack of actual evidence, and only the Lord of the Dead Sea is a special case, this kind of statement is not widely spread and is not well known."

Yin Shan frowned slightly, and there was a strange light in his eyes.

"If it's true...how could it be one-way..."

She murmured in a low voice like a dream.

Yan Lan didn't hear clearly: "What?"

"nothing."

Yinshan glanced at the Jiyu robe and Jiqing hairpin in her arms and stopped talking about that topic.

"You go back to Tianyuan first, I'll go and see Ben Yun's progress."

"Yes."

……

The earth under the night is like a huge crumpled dark velvet blanket, extending infinitely in all directions.

The clouds are fluttering, and the afterimage of the flight is like the wake of a silver star, flickering in and out on the vast background.

Jing Yingrong walked unhurriedly towards the mountain gate of Shijue Mansion.

Jijie Pen: "Yinshan's mention reminds me of what Li Chengkong said out of the blue back then, which scared us all."

Ji Yanzhu: "Yes, yes, I thought he had damaged his brain through cultivation."

Jishajian: "I thought he was just saying it casually, but he actually came to mean it."

Jijie Pen: "I really didn't expect him to persist in this matter for so long, and even succeed. It's not like the skills he learned before."

Ji Yanzhu: "Haha, the mirror never thought about having a human body before."

"Ah, I thought about it."

Momentary silence.

The three spirits were stunned, and then Jishajian asked anxiously: "When did you think about it?!"

Jing Yingrong said unhurriedly: "After I wiped out the spirit of the Wusheng Sword, the head of Ren Wufeng Sword Sect sent a message to tell him that he had realized the method to make the Wusheng Sword stronger."

"What does it matter?"

"I didn't know at the time that Wu Shengjian was a voluntary person."

"so what?"

"I thought, it would be great if I had a body and could control my own destiny."

San Ling was so shocked that he couldn't speak.

After a while, Jijie Pen asked: "Then, does Li Chengkong know?"

Jing Yingrong: "I just thought about it, I didn't tell him."

Jishajian: "If you told him at that time, maybe—"

Somehow, it jammed.

Jijie Pen sighed: "By coincidence, your unintentional thoughts have come true."

"This can be regarded as a kind of impermanence in the world!" Ji Yanzhu jumped away as always, "Speaking of the mirror, what are you holding in your hand?"

"Ok?"

Jing Yingrong spread out her palms, only to realize that she forgot to throw away the seed she caught just now, and kept holding it in her palm.

With a slight twist of the wrist, the seeds fell down and disappeared into the darkness. I don't know where they landed in the vast mountains and forests.

At that moment, no one cared about the seed she dropped casually.

What kind of future will it have and what kind of ending it will have.

It is waiting to rot in the soil, or it is taken to a distant place by birds and beasts.

Or it may take root and sprout, grow quietly, and thousands of years later, the green leaves reach the sky, becoming boundless green.

No one expected it.