Being knocked down by the Heavenly Dao while ascending

Pei Mingyan took a breath of cold air.
My thoughts suddenly became clear, and all the strange things suddenly connected!

He was tricked by Xue Qingyu!

He bent down to help Uncle Yu, and gnashed his teeth beside Uncle Yu's ear: "Your master is fine! We have all been deceived!"

Uncle Yu looked up in surprise, but only for a moment, obviously not believing what he said.

Pei Mingyan didn't elaborate, but walked towards the pavilion with a gloomy face. The medicine manager involuntarily took a step back to make way for him.
He paused and whispered something to the medicine manager.
Before the medicine manager could come to his senses, Pei Mingyan said, "You guys go out first."

Xiao Kong half-knelt in front of the couch, holding the dean's hand, feeling the faint touch in his palm. He wiped his tears and asked Tang Gu: "Tang Gu...how could this happen? What happened to the dean?"
Tang Gu kept staring at the back of Xiao Kong's head without saying anything.
Seeing Pei Mingyan come in, she stood up and stepped aside.

Pei Mingyan glanced at Tang Gu who was lowering her head, and rubbed Xiao Kong's hair.

"Fortune teller..." Xiao Kong put down Xue Qingyu's hand, turned around and hugged Pei Mingyan's waist, buried his head in his waist, and cried silently. After crying for a while, he seemed to remember something and looked up at him, "Didn't you say last time that it was you who saved the dean! Save him again! Save him!"
Pei Mingyan reached out to wipe away Xiaokong's tears and looked at the person lying there.

Tang Gu reached out to pull Xiao Kong, but Xiao Kong refused to let go and just waited for Pei Mingyan's answer.

Pei Mingyan softened his brows, "I promise you, Dean Xue will be fine. Can you please leave first?"
Xiaokong was skeptical and was pulled up by Tanggu.
Tang Gu bowed slightly to Pei Mingyan, nodded to show respect and gratitude, and took Xiaokong to wait outside the pavilion.

The medicine manager stood at the entrance of the pavilion, guarding there quietly.

Pei Mingyan reached out to feel Xue Qingyu's breathing and whispered, "Uncle Yu, you go out too."

Pei Mingyan withdrew his hand and went back to sit at the table. The upright small round chair made him feel like he was sitting in a reclining chair. He brought a pot of tea from somewhere, which was still smoking.
He poured a cup, sniffed the tea, and played with the jade teacup, leisurely and without any sign of anxiety.
He was waiting, waiting for Xue Qingyu to come up and confess.

However, the other party is patient.

"Pei Mingyan! How's the dean? Are you okay?" Xiaokong's voice came from outside.
"Keep your voice down and don't disturb him from treating the hospital master!" Tang Gu said in a low voice.
Xiao Kong grumbled, aggrieved, "Tanggu, why are you covering my mouth? I didn't disturb him! I just asked."

Pei Mingyan sighed and put the teacup back on the table.
"Open your eyes." Pei Mingyan looked at the person lying on the couch, "Tell me your conditions."

Xue Qingyu remained motionless.

Pei Mingyan thought to himself: "No way? Are you still pretending?"
"If you don't tell me, I'll leave. Xiao Kong was useful once, but he won't be useful every time."

Xue Qingyu slowly woke up, coughed a few times, and the eight zithers in the pavilion returned to their original positions. He sat up from the couch and said, "You are not an ordinary person. I need time to think deeply after talking to you."

Pei Mingyan thought to himself: This guy is pretty good. It's obvious that his cultivation has been depleted too much and he has to rest in bed, but he can turn around and support him, and at the same time resolve the embarrassment of his own insufficient cultivation.
He is worthy of being called an old "designer".

"Oh." Pei Mingyan threw Xue Qingyu's jade pendant and said, "Here, your... clone?"

Xue Qingyu took it, without any shame of having his conspiracy exposed. He simply hung the jade pendant back around his waist and asked slowly, "How did you find out?"

"We are all smart people. Oh no, you are the smart one, so why do you need to ask me on purpose? And don't keep saying you, you make me uncomfortable! I am still young, please don't shorten my life." Pei Mingyan rolled up his left sleeve and poked at the mark, "I have to praise you, you have a good grasp of people's hearts. If you have two poisonous substances, one in your body and the other you carry with you, everyone would think that the one in your body is more harmful. The one you carry with you can be thrown away, am I right?"

Xue Qingyu nodded and coughed a few times. "The zither pattern is indeed not an important thing. The real work is the jade pendant. I have no choice but to resort to this last resort."
He got down from the couch and poured tea for Pei Mingyan himself.
The teapot must be specially made, as it is still smoking after all this time.

Pei Mingyan took the tea and asked him again: "What I can't figure out is, are you coveting my body, or are you attracted by my cultivation?"
If these two were the same person, he would never show mercy.

"Neither of them—" Xue Qingyu put down the teapot, turned his back and coughed violently, and a mouthful of blood spat out on the ground.

"This smell..." The smell of Xiaokong's blood.
Pei Mingyan suddenly felt that something was wrong. He stretched out his hand and grabbed Xue Qingyu's pulse point, "Your condition is not right--"

Xue Qingyu pulled his hand back and said softly, "It's okay."
He walked back to the couch and sat down, apologizing to Pei Mingyan, "I am weak and cannot stand for long. I am sorry for the inconvenience."

Pei Mingyan recalled the pulse diagnosis just now and felt that the situation was becoming more complicated.
His speculation should be correct, but why did Xue Qingyu's condition deteriorate to this extent?
Last time he used hair to form a talisman, he was being modest when he said it could last for a year or two. But now, not only was his cultivation insufficient, his entire soul was shaky, and his flesh and body could fall apart in an instant, making it even more dangerous than last time.
He originally thought that the "crumbling" figure was just a cover-up by Xue Qingyu, but the pulse he took just now clearly showed the truth.
Could it be that his guess was wrong? That shouldn't be the case.

Xue Qingyu smiled and said frankly: "I don't have much time, so let me speak first."
"Last time you used the talisman formation to forcibly connect my soul and body, I guess you guessed that I was originally a dead person." Xue Qingyu coughed a few more times and vomited blood again. He did not reach out to wipe it off, his expression was calm, as if he was accustomed to this kind of situation. "Although Young Master Mei is powerful, he only guessed half right."

Pei Mingyan's expression froze.

Xue Qingyu's expression did not change, he remained silent, "The Mei family has a rich collection of books, the young master should also be well-read, I wonder if he has seen the 'Fuling' clan in the books."

Pei Mingyan paused for a long time. Whether in the original book or in the Mei family records after he traveled through time, he had never seen this race before.
"Never."

Xue Qingyu paused and thought for a long time, "The Mei family has been standing for a thousand years, and they also studied the theory of destiny. If there is only one place in the world where information can be preserved, it must be the Mei family."

Pei Mingyan remembered this in his heart, but did not answer him directly. He only asked: "What happened to the 'Fuling' clan?"

Xue Qingyu saw that he did not delve into the Mei family's classics, and a look of disappointment flashed across his face. "Fu means to bear, and Ling means spirit. Our clan calls itself the Fuling Spirit, which is a warning to the disciples in the clan. Do not disappoint the gods' expectations."
He smiled, and along with the looming figure, there was a light and sad feeling. "For some reason, it spread to the ears of outsiders and became a meaning of supernatural powers."

"Sorry to interrupt. If you have supernatural powers, shouldn't your people be even happier? It's a natural supernatural power! It will be twice as easy to practice, and your tribe will only become more prosperous."

Xue Qingyu blinked his eyelids, did not answer him, but looked at the piano table beside him.
The green jade zither on the piano table made no sound. It lay quietly on the table like a dead object.
"My clan has lived under the Fuyuan for generations, using the Fuyuan natural moat as a barrier to block those who covet our land and to prevent our people from escaping."

"Escape?" Pei Mingyan felt even more strange. "Could your clan be the kind of people in the legend who guard the treasure land and can only stay there for the rest of their lives?"

Xue Qingyu did not answer but asked, "You must have heard of the saying, 'The land and water determine the people.' The Mei family has been standing for thousands of years, accumulating virtue and doing good deeds, and only then did they have a person like you who was destined to ascend to heaven. Do you know why this is so?"

It mentioned escaping, innate magical powers, the soil and water that nourish people, and the accumulation of thousands of years...
"You mean, there is no way that so many people of the Fuling tribe can survive under the Fuyuan natural chasm, so..."

"The Fuling Clan has only a hundred people in total, including twenty children under five years old, five elders, ten people aged between five and thirty, and about seventy men and women of other ages. All the extra ones were thrown into the Fuling Clan's tombs, where their flesh and bones were removed and their life's blood was shed to nurture the Fuling Clan members." "..." Pei Mingyan shuddered, "You, the people of this clan, are all Nezha, and you still want to remove your bones to return to your father and your flesh to return to your mother? This Fuyuan natural chasm cannot support you, so you can just move to another place, why are you hurting yourselves!"

"The resources needed to raise a Negative Spirit Clan are by no means easy to come by. If the Negative Spirit Clan leaves the Negative Abyss and lives peacefully, the world's resources will soon be exhausted. This is why the outside world has spread rumors that the Negative Spirit Clan has magical powers, and it is also the consequence that the Negative Spirit Clan should bear. In order to prevent the Negative Spirit Clan from being slaughtered and to ensure that the world can be maintained for a long time, the Negative Spirit Clan has always stayed quietly in the Negative Abyss."

Pei Mingyan said vaguely: "I think I know where you got this saintly title. It seems like it's a specialty of your place."

Although Xue Qingyu didn't fully understand what he said, he understood his sarcasm. He laughed, "The resources in the world for more than a thousand years can only support four people to ascend. About eight hundred years ago, one person ascended, and six hundred years ago, another person ascended. In the past five hundred years, no one has ascended. In theory, the surplus spiritual power in the world can still support two people to ascend--"

"Wait a minute!" Pei Mingyan seemed to suddenly understand the point, "Where did this rumor come from?"
"This is common knowledge passed down by word of mouth among the Negative Spirit Tribe."

So...if this is true...
Pei Mingyan suddenly realized that this could explain why the second male lead, Mei Shanxue, had to die. There were only two people who could ascend to heaven. The male lead had already practiced well and was ready to ascend to heaven, but the female lead... was not just a little bit inferior.

Meishan Xue is destined to ascend to heaven, so the male and female protagonists can only compete for one spot.
This means that the second male lead will have to give up his spot.

But Mei Shanxue was a man favored by heaven because of the Mei family's thousand years of good deeds, so he died the day before his destined day of ascension.
If it weren't for the annihilation of tens of thousands of people in the Mei family, Mei Shanxue would never have reached the level of "the smartest person" in the later period.

"I see……"
He then asked, "So what is so special about the Fuling Clan? After listening to you, I feel that this clan is a bit strange."

"All members of my tribe awaken at the age of five, and their spirits degenerate at the age of thirty. Therefore, people between the ages of five and thirty are called spiritual people. And the number of spiritual people has always been maintained at ten."

It gets more and more complicated.
"So... the people who died were there to support these ten or so people?"

Xue Qingyu raised his hand to cover his mouth and continued coughing for a while. Seeing Pei Mingyan was about to help, he shook his head at him.
"This is the meaning of the Fuling Clan's Fuling spirit."

As soon as Xue Qingyu finished speaking, he disappeared from the spot. The Qingyuqin on the table seemed to come alive and made a "clang" sound.

After saying that, Xue Qingyu appeared on the couch again, "Anything with spirit can be transformed into a weapon."

Human-machine interaction! This is really awesome! If this is not coveted, then who will be coveted?
Although Pei Mingyan didn't say anything, his eyes conveyed this emotion at the right time.

Xue Qingyu paused for a moment, then slowly said, "All weapons are bound to be recognized by their masters. For a weapon to recognize a master, the first thing is that the spirit is willing, and the second is that it is dead. Once dead, the spirit will lose its soul consciousness and will automatically become a weapon, and be recognized by someone with ulterior motives. Although my cultivation is inferior to yours, the difference is not much. If I am healthy, and the spirit has its own effects, it will be hard to tell who will win if we really fight."

"I understand."
This means that to raise a spiritual being is equivalent to supporting an ascending person. If you need to support four people for a thousand years, and if a group of spiritual beings suddenly appear and need to be raised, the world will collapse.

Xue Qingyu continued, "Unlike other spirits, I am a mind-controlled system. The Qingyuqin was created after my death. If my soul disappears, the effect of the Qingyuqin will be greatly reduced. So at the moment of disappearance, my soul was forcibly retained, and someone used a secret method to reconnect my body and soul. As long as my soul is still there, the effect of the Qingyuqin can last for one day."

Pei Mingyan woke up as if from a dream. He glanced at Xue Qingyu, turned around and touched the Qingyuqin, "This is not the real Qingyuqin! You..."

Xue Qingyu nodded, "The real Qingyuqin is in the hands of my 'master'. Therefore, your talisman formation is ineffective, because - I have no body. Without a body, no matter how powerful your talisman formation is, it can only be effective for a short time, not for a long time."

Pei Mingyan said nothing.
He felt like he was on a pirate ship.

Xue Qingyu looked at his expression, coughed a few times, and said, "Every move of the academy is under my watch. On the first day you came, I knew you were not an ordinary person. The mountain protection formation can block the thunder, but it couldn't stop you as an ordinary disciple of the Mei family. I didn't have time, so I put the Qin pattern on you that night. My original intention... was to monitor you, but I accidentally learned about your character."

How come I don’t know what my nature is?
Pei Mingyan brought a plate of nuts from somewhere, shelled them and started eating them, pretending not to hear what Xue Qingyu said.

Xue Qingyu suppressed a violent cough and blood gushed out of his nasal cavity.

"Brother, you are not prone to self-abuse, are you?"
Pei Mingyan thought of Xiaokong who was waiting outside, and felt a headache coming on.

"The 'Master' hopes that I will remain in a state of near-death, as long as I don't dissipate." Xue Qingyu said slowly, "I don't know why you came to the academy, but I know that you have reasons to be here. I can let you stay here, and I will let Uncle Yu keep the secret for you... As for the medicine manager——"
Xue Qingyu didn't continue talking, but just smiled, "In exchange, I hope you can remove the restrictions on the jade pendant and carry it with you."

How could Pei Mingyan not understand now?
Xue Qingyu used the depths of his sea of ​​consciousness as a repair chamber. He glanced at the surrounding zithers, and not counting the Qingyu Zither on the table, there were exactly eight. Including the Qingyu Zither and Xue Qingyu himself - there were exactly ten, three souls and seven spirits, all alive.
Just now when Xue Qingyu was about to fight with the heroine, his arms seemed to be hot. It was not fake at all. The soul of Xue Qingyu, who was recuperating in his sea of ​​consciousness, jumped out and fought.
Now Xue Qingyu hasn't fallen down after talking for such a long time, precisely because he is now supported by two souls. Although he looks dangerous, he won't fall down for a while.

"Brother, do you think I have the right to refuse?"

Xue Qingyu smiled and started coughing again, as if his heart, liver and lungs were coughed out, if he had this thing.

Pei Mingyan shook his head helplessly. When he touched the ring hanging on his waist as an accessory, a red Chinese knot appeared on the palm of his hand.
He began to draw the array symbols on it, "Who says I'm a good person?"

Xue Qingyu hung the jade pendant on Pei Mingyan's belt and turned around and spat out a mouthful of blood.
.
evening.
Pei Mingyan stayed in his own little room, staring at the jade pendant hanging around his waist. He hammered it hard twice, then played with the ring hanging around his waist.
Because of his "meritorious service in saving the emperor", he was able to temporarily postpone his work at Mr. Wu's place and rest for a few days.

Suddenly there was a gust of wind, and a white shadow rushed into the hut.

The man knelt down as soon as he entered the room and called out respectfully, "Young Master."

"Yeah." Pei Mingyan responded indifferently.

The man stood up, dressed in white, with a fluttering white beard. He was none other than the medicine manager, the Mei family's informant in the academy.

The medicine manager hurried forward to make tea, "Master, what's going on?"

(End of this chapter)