Pure Yang!

Chapter 341 A living magic weapon! The big shot is coming

The next day, early morning.

The early sunshine cast a light golden glow over Zhu Lake, which ripples with the rippling waves.

In the restaurant of Zhuhu Hotel, you can see the morning light of Zhuhu Lake through the floor-to-ceiling windows. It is a unique experience to have breakfast while enjoying the lake view.

This is also the reason why it costs more than 800 yuan a night to stay here.

Of course, Zhang Fan now has four million in savings, so he is not too distressed.

"Miaoyin, are you sure you're okay?"

Zhang Fan looked at Li Miaoyin and couldn't help but express his concern.

After a night of recuperation, Li Miaoyin looked fine, except that her face was slightly pale and her lips were pale. She was wearing home clothes and no makeup, which added a bit of delicate and morbid beauty to her.

"I'm not that delicate. It's really okay." Li Miaoyin said affirmatively.

"If you feel uncomfortable anywhere, tell me immediately." Zhang Fan reminded again.

"Do you want us to find a place for you to check?" Li Miaoyin looked at Zhang Fan with a smile.

"That's not necessary!" Zhang Fan laughed dryly.

"Cough...cough..."

Just then, a cough interrupted their conversation.

Zhang Fan glanced sideways and just remembered that Ge Shuangxiu was still sitting next to them, staring at the two of them with an indifferent expression.

"Should I change the table to make room for you?" Ge Shuangxiu couldn't help but ask.

"Old Ge, what are you talking about?"

Zhang Fan chuckled, picked up a salted duck egg from the table and put it on Ge Shuangxiu's plate.

"eat more."

"Are you sure you're okay!?"

Li Miaoyin asked, looking at Zhang Fan with concern in her eyes.

Upon hearing this, Ge Shuangxiu couldn't help but look at Zhang Fan. He saw with his own eyes that Zhang Fan's soul was smashed into pieces by the evil Zhang.

For ordinary people, even the slightest crack in the soul will cause big problems. At the mildest, it will cause mental disorder or possession, and at the worst, it will cause death. Within a hundred days, all the power will be lost and the person will die.

However, all the fragments of Zhang Fan's soul were knocked out, but after one night, he was still as strong as a dragon and as healthy as ever. It was really unbelievable.

"It's okay." Zhang Fan shook his head, picked up a bun and took a bite.

After a night of meditation, his soul was fully restored and he was free of any hindrance.

Zhang Fan’s soul was like a bucket of water, neither increasing nor decreasing, empty but seeming to exist, and as if it had never encountered any disaster.

"Is the divine and demonic fetus really so against the will of heaven?" Ge Shuangxiu stared at Zhang Fan with suspicion.

Although he also knew that the Divine and Demonic Holy Embryo was a supreme method for cultivating the primordial spirit, and once this method was mastered, the primordial spirit would become incredibly powerful, but it was not necessary to treat such a serious injury as just a cold, and it would be fine if it was healed.

"Just let it happen naturally." Zhang Fan said casually.

He not only cultivated the Holy Embryo of Gods and Demons, but also cultivated the Three Corpses to Illuminate Life. It was no problem for his original spirit to be divided into three, so it didn't seem so exaggerated to break into some fragments.

"You are becoming more and more like a monster." Ge Shuangxiu curled his lips.

The night is dark, the soul is cracked...

The cultivators regarded it as a supreme calamity, a disaster like a flood or a beast, but for Zhang Fan it was as common as eating and drinking water. It was truly horrifying.

"Where's your treasure?"

At this moment, Li Miaoyin suddenly changed the subject and asked.

Zhang Fan's eyes narrowed slightly when he heard that. He took out a black piece of iron from his arms and placed it on the table.

Ever since this thing came into his hands, he has been playing with it as a hand-held figurine. The black leather has formed a patina and has a faint, restrained luster. At first glance, it looks really ordinary and no one would notice it if it were still in the garbage dump.

"Just this thing actually killed a master at the Zhaishou level!?"

Ge Shuangxiu looked at the black iron sheet on the table in disbelief.

The Zhaishou realm is already rare, not to mention that he is a master of the Beizhang lineage. This kind of existence is rarer and more precious than the giant panda, and he was actually destroyed by this small piece of iron. His body was dead and everything became empty, not even a trace of him was left.

"Break the body, destroy the inner elixir, annihilate the soul... everything you have will be destroyed, and all the laws will return to nothingness..."

Li Miaoyin recalled the scene of yesterday, muttering softly, and a solemn look appeared on her face.

"This thing is extremely ferocious."

"This could be a fragment of some powerful magic weapon." Li Miaoyin speculated: "And..."

“He is alive!”

"Alive!?" Zhang Fan was stunned for a moment. This description seemed to be talking not about a magic weapon, but life.

"What do you think life is?"

Li Miaoyin seemed to have guessed Zhang Fan's thoughts, and changed the subject and asked back.

"This……"

"Can speak, have consciousness, and reproduce..." Li Miaoyin shook her head and listed a bunch of characteristics of life.

"Are plants considered life? They just grow there, they can't talk, they can't communicate, they can't even move."

"Are bacteria considered life? Ordinary people can't even see them..."

"Water has no common sense, and the manifestation of Tao is ever-changing... Even with our shallow cultivation, it is difficult to fully understand the mysteries of all things." Li Miaoyin sighed.

"Are you saying that magic weapons also have life?" Zhang Fan thought thoughtfully.

"The magic weapon of Taoism is made by taking the essence of heaven and earth, integrating the essence of Taoism, and going through three returns and seven transformations, consuming human efforts." Ge Shuangxiu said in a deep voice.

It takes no more than a hundred years to become just an ordinary magical instrument. Since it is called an "instrument", it naturally has no life.

In ancient culture, there is an extremely important traditional concept called "objects have spiritual power over time."

"It is generally believed that magic weapons that have been enshrined for more than a hundred years have become spiritual and have life," Ge Shuangxiu explained.

If it has been worshipped for more than a hundred years, it can be called a magic weapon.

A magic weapon that is less than three hundred years old is a yellow feather magic weapon, a magic weapon that is less than eight hundred years old is a green feather magic weapon, and a magic weapon that is more than eight hundred years old is a purple feather magic weapon.

Further up is the Pure Yang magic weapon.

Huang Yu's magic weapon has initially become psychic, just like a human baby.

After hundreds of years of worship, the Qingyu magic weapon has absorbed enough nutrients, just like the human body's bones, muscles, intelligence, etc. have all made great progress, equivalent to that of a child.

As for the Purple Feather magic weapon, it is almost fully developed and has strong vitality, just like a human teenager.

Pure Yang magic weapon, that is the most prosperous stage of human life.

"Although magic weapons can be regarded as life, they are different from the life we ​​understand," Li Miaoyin explained.

In many film and television works, magic weapons are spiritual and can even give birth to weapon spirits. This is purely imagined from a human perspective and is a humanized way of expression.

The real alien life is that He is life, but you don’t think He is life.

Like a stone, no one thinks it is life.

"There is birth and death in the world, and things are born and destroyed. Even magic weapons are no exception and cannot escape the law of birth and death." Li Miaoyin's eyes narrowed slightly as she looked at the ordinary black piece of iron.

"This thing should have been a very powerful magic weapon, but it encountered a great disaster and was almost completely destroyed."

Speaking of this, Li Miaoyin showed an incredible expression.

"I can't believe he's still alive after being torn into pieces like this!?"

Zhang Fan's piece of black iron was only half the size of a palm, and was estimated to be only one percent of its original size. This showed how terrible the catastrophe he had suffered was.

It was obviously unreasonable for him to still be alive despite such a disaster. Just like Zhang Fan's [Mighty Spiritual Demon Suppression Golden Seal], it only had some cracks before. If it was not repaired in time, it would become a dead object over time and its spiritual energy would be lost. It would have been impossible to recover.

From a human perspective, this magic weapon is dead.

This piece of black iron looked like it had been dismembered. It was somewhat strange that it could still be alive in this situation.

"Zhang Fan, I think this thing has some origins..." Ge Shuangxiu said in a deep voice.

Just a fragment actually wiped out a Zhaishou realm, how terrifying would it be if it was at its peak! ?

"Before this thing was robbed, it was most likely a purple feather magic weapon... maybe..."

Ge Shuangxiu hesitated to speak. The guess was about to come out, but the three of them looked at each other and couldn't believe it.

"The Pure Yang magic weapons are unparalleled in the world, and each one has an extremely detailed origin and inheritance." Li Miaoyin frowned slightly.

The Pure Yang magic weapon is almost invincible. What kind of disaster could destroy it like this?

I'm afraid there is no such disaster in this world.

"It is very likely the Purple Feather magic weapon... an invincible Purple Feather magic weapon." Li Miaoyin guessed.

"How to use this thing? Do you know how to use it?"

Ge Shuangxiu asked the most crucial question. A weapon that can wipe out a strong man at the Zhai Shou realm is simply a powerful weapon!

"No." Zhang Fan shook his head: "This thing can't be called a magic weapon in its current state. It can't be driven..."

"Try dripping blood?"

"Are you kidding?" Zhang Fan rolled his eyes.

"But if you really want to drive Him..."

Zhang Fan recalled the scene of the black iron sheet being activated last night. He frowned slightly and said with some uncertainty: "Maybe I need to feed his soul..."

"soul!?"

Li Miaoyin's eyes narrowed slightly, and Ge Shuangxiu had an even weird look on his face.

"Maybe I need to feed my soul..." Zhang Fan muttered to himself but did not say it out loud.

"The soul is the medicine. How come this thing coincides with the way of Wuwei Sect?" Ge Shuangxiu smacked his lips and couldn't help but say, "What a crooked way."

hum...

As soon as he finished speaking, the black iron sheet that was originally placed on the table moved slightly.

Just such a small movement made the faces of the three people change suddenly. Ge Shuangxiu was even more like he had stepped on the electric switch. He jumped up suddenly, his whole body was covered with goosebumps, and his eyes were wide open with fear.

"Hold the grass..."

The true yang in Ge Shuangxiu's body surged, and his spirit between his eyebrows jumped violently, almost as if it was about to leave his body.

Fortunately, the black iron sheet only moved a little, like a butterfly flapping its wings, and then there was no movement anymore.

"Old Ge, you're overreacting." Zhang Fan let out a breath and looked at Ge Shuangxiu with a half-smile in his eyes.

"My reaction is too strong? This thing of yours kills people like..." Ge Shuangxiu swallowed the words back suddenly, and his vigilant eyes fell on the black iron sheet.

"Can you put it away first?"

"it is good!"

Zhang Fan laughed, picked up the black iron sheet and put it in his pocket.

Seeing this, Ge Shuangxiu breathed a sigh of relief and slowly sat down.

"This thing is too evil. I advise you to find a place to hide it, or don't carry it around until you have studied it thoroughly." Ge Shuangxiu suggested.

"Don't talk behind his back. You said it yourself, he is still alive." Zhang Fan teased.

"..."

"I think you should consider his suggestion." Li Miaoyin said with concern.

"We don't even know the origin of this thing. It's risky for you to carry it with you."

"Well, I'll consider it." Zhang Fan nodded and said seriously.

"No, what do you mean? What my wife says is effective, right?"

Ge Shuangxiu knocked on the table. He always felt that as long as Zhang Fan and Li Miaoyin were together, he seemed quite redundant.

Hearing this, Li Miaoyin turned her head and looked at the morning light on the lake outside the window.

Zhang Fan glared at Ge Shuangxiu fiercely: "What nonsense are you talking about!?"

"I must be blind." Ge Shuangxiu murmured.

"Young man, do you still want to eat the salted duck eggs on your table?"

At this moment, a steady voice of inquiry came from the side.

Zhang Fan looked up and saw a middle-aged man standing not far away. He looked to be about fifty years old, with gray hair on his temples, thick black-framed glasses, a well-ironed suit and a tie, looking like an old overseas Chinese who had returned from a long journey.

"Today's salted duck eggs are gone. I see you have some left. Don't waste them." The middle-aged man in a suit pointed at the plate in front of Zhang Fan.

The salted duck eggs from Qingu Town are famous for their fresh egg whites and red, oily yolks. They are a local specialty and well-known throughout the country.

Because of this, when Zhang Fan picked up the food just now, he took ten on one plate.

"Uncle, just take it." Zhang Fan handed over the plate awkwardly.

"Thank you very much."

The middle-aged man in a suit smiled gratefully and took two salted duck eggs from the plate.

"Uncle, is that enough?" Zhang Fan asked.

"That's enough. I ate too much and felt choked." The middle-aged man in a suit chuckled.

As he spoke, he took two salted duck eggs and sat down at a table near the window in the distance.

"Can you take less in the future?" Ge Shuangxiu curled his lips and couldn't help but ask.

"Buffet breakfast." Zhang Fan explained.

"Have you finished eating? I want to go back and catch up on some sleep."

Li Miaoyin stretched and slowly stood up.

"I want to go back and lie down for a while too." Zhang Fan stood up.

Li Miaoyin looked at him with a half-smile.

"What I mean is that you lie down on yours and I lie down on mine, and we lie down separately." Zhang Fan explained.

"Cough cough cough..."

Ge Shuangxiu coughed dryly, turned around and left without waiting for the two to speak.

In front of the floor-to-ceiling window, the lake light shimmers in light gold, and a few ducks are playing in the water.

The middle-aged man in a suit was drinking white porridge. As soon as he took out the white of the salted duck egg in his hand, red oil flowed out.

"It's worthy of being a specialty of Qingu. I'll buy two boxes to take back." The middle-aged man in a suit said with satisfaction.

At this moment, a young man hurriedly walked into the restaurant, took a quick look, and walked towards the middle-aged man in a suit.

"Master Yuan, Lou Hechuan has been waiting for half an hour." The young man leaned forward and said respectfully.

"I've told you many times, it's the deputy abbot!" The middle-aged man in a suit put down his chopsticks and slowly stood up.

He looked leisurely at the table where Zhang Fan had just sat.

"Xiao Wang, pack up all the salted duck eggs on that table and take them away. Don't waste them!"

(End of this chapter)