"Take the house?" Meng Jingzhe asked.

Ye Shenglan shook her head and said, "It should not be just a body-taking."

Meng Jingzhe asked again: "What is that?"

Ye Shenglan looked at the clouds in the distant sky and said softly: "Ye family is the first family in Fengqi City and the family that has the deepest research on Fengqi Demon Sutra."

The demons are classified according to their skills, such as Fengqi City, and the foundation of all Fengqi demons is the "Wind Die Sutra".

Whoever has the deepest understanding of the "Wind Difference Demon Sutra" will have the highest cultivation level and the strongest demon clan will become the Demon Lord.

The existence of a family only makes people understand the Demon Sutra and adds some foundations to their predecessors. If there is a person who truly understands the destiny of the heavens, he can also surpass the children of the family and complete the transformation of his life.

Therefore, to a certain extent, it is actually much easier for the demons to rise to power than those who practice immortals.

"When my father was alive, he once realized the ninth level of the Fengqi Demon Sutra, and learned the supreme merit of the Demon Sutra: Fengqi Slash, and then he became the Demon Lord."

"And my uncle had been living all day long and waiting to die, but he only realized the third level of the Demon Sutra."

The difference between the third and ninth levels is no longer a little bit. Meng Jingzhe has had the experience of comprehension of the Nine Swords, so he naturally knows that the understanding of each sword is actually several times more difficult than the previous one.

"After my father's death, my uncle rose rapidly within a year. In a very short period of time, he comprehended the ninth level of Demon Sutra, used Feng Qizhan, and successfully became the new Demon Lord."

"Others say that my father was hiding his weakness in those years and deliberately hiding his power. Some people even said that he was giving in to his brother and wanting my father to be the Demon Lord, so he would do this."

Meng Jingzhe frowned slightly after hearing this.

Ye Shenglan continued: "But according to the old man in Fengqi City, when his father was in office, no one in the family was available, and he had always indulged his uncle as his younger brother, so there was no exclusion or suppression at all. Although his uncle died of drunkenness at that time

, but he respects his brother very much."

Meng Jingzhe also felt very strange when he heard this. Even if a genius hides his weakness, he will hide himself at the level of a normal person. If he is too weak, he will be despised by others.

If this uncle wants to hide his weakness, he can pretend to be weaker than his ex-Demon Lord, but he has not disguised himself to this extent.

Unless he does not disguise, he will be suppressed by his ex-Demon Lord. However, according to Ye Shenglan's description, the former Demon Lord really has no reason to suppress his younger brother.

Therefore, this matter seems to be quite suspicious.

"Besides, because my uncle couldn't stand up, I was afraid that he would have an accident. My father secretly sent many people to protect him, but shortly after his father died, all these secret protectors died."

"Before and when my uncle became the Demon Lord, his temperament changed drastically, and he didn't seem to remember many things," said Ye Shenglan.

"Many things? For example?" Meng Jingzhe asked.

"He will remember every key point of the Fengqi Demon Sutra, but he cannot remember the experience of taking me to catch butterflies in the past." Ye Shenglan said softly.

"Although my uncle used to be drunk and dreamed of death, he treated me very well. My father was busy with official duties, so he would take me around, just like another father."

Ye Shenglan didn't know why, but she was worried about these things. Her mother died early and her father didn't care about her. Instead, her uncle gave her all the family care, so these things were remembered particularly clearly.

Meng Jingzhe paused slightly after hearing this and asked again: "If it wasn't for taking over the body, would it be someone else's disguise?"

"But Fengqi Demon Sutra and Fengqizhan cannot be faked. Memories can be forgotten, but the skills cannot be disguised." Ye Shenglan said.

The reason why her father was able to understand Feng Qizhan was that he was based on the predecessors of the family and relying on their experience to understand this supreme Dharma. However, it is difficult for other demons to learn in a short time unless they are extremely talented.

break.

Meng Jingzhe suddenly thought of the soul-locking lamp and said, "There is a magical artifact of the immortal cultivation world that can lock people's souls. Those who hold the lamp can ask their souls to get the souls and gain the ability of their souls in a short period of time."

Ye Shenglan opened her mouth slightly and said softly: "Does the ability to obtain souls... include martial arts?"

Meng Jingzhe thought of the Guiyi Sword Technique used by the masked man that day, nodded slightly, and said, "Now the soul-locking lamp is on that man."

Ye Shenglan is a smart person. In just a moment, she figured out everything and tears fell down her eyes.

"Feng Qizhan...only my father can..."

Ye Shenglan thought something was wrong with this uncle. At this time, when she heard Meng Jingzhe talk about such a magical weapon, she immediately knew why his father died inexplicably and why he had no result in summoning souls.

It was just because of his soul that he had long been detained in the soul-locking lamp.

She didn't think that the uncle who used to care for her niece and respect her brother would be the real murderer of her father, so her uncle probably had already encountered an unexpected situation.

Ye Shenglan just wanted to talk about her own guesses casually, but she didn't expect that Meng Jingzhe provided her with such information, which made her vaguely piece together the truth of the matter.

Although she is still just a guess now, Ye Shenglan already feels that the truth is that, and there is no second possibility. When she thinks that her two relatives are dying so violently, she still respects her enemies all day long, so she can't help but feel respectful to her enemies.

Sorrow comes from it.

When the girl in front of her was crying, Meng Jingzhe thought that she had always been a strong person, so he turned around and tried his best to give her a chance to lick her wounds alone.

He knew that the giant panda living in the sea of ​​consciousness was originally pinching bamboo, waiting for the scene of the talented and beautiful woman under the moonlight, but he saw Meng Jingzhe giving up the great opportunity to comfort the beauty, but instead chose to turn around and turn a blind eye, throwing the bamboo to the ground indignantly.

, couldn't help but curse, "Damn wood!"

I don’t know how long it took, but Meng Jingzhe finally stopped hearing the whimpering sound behind him. He turned his head and saw Ye Shenglan seemed to be tired of crying, and she fell asleep against the boat at some point.

Meng Jingzhe did not wake her up, but continued to row hard.

After Ye Shenglan woke up, although she was still sad, she still cheered up and asked to row.

I don’t know if it turned grief and anger into strength, Ye Shenglan seemed to use extra force when rowing.

Meng Jingzhe didn't know how to comfort her. After thinking about it, he could only say, "Your posture of holding the oar is really standard."

Ye Shenglan's nose felt sore, but she still held back the sadness in her heart and whispered: "When I was a child, my uncle once took me to a boat through Fengqi Lake."

Meng Jingzhe touched his nose and said, "He is such a good parent."

Meng Jingzhe was addicted to doing questions when he was a child and didn't like to go out at all. However, he was forced out by his parents for autumn outings and spring outings. In their words, these will become the most beautiful memories of his childhood.

Now Meng Jingzhe has come here, recalling modern things, he truly appreciates the good intentions of his parents.

Ye Shenglan turned her head and continued to row, while Meng Jingzhe had already sat cross-legged and started practicing. If the two of them were no longer there, the air was quiet at this time as if there were ferries and passengers on the boat.

Seeing that there was no pink bubble plot, the giant panda couldn't help but throw the bamboo in his hand out again and cursed: "Idiot!"

As soon as Meng Jingzhe entered the sea of ​​consciousness, he saw the giant panda throwing bamboo, and asked, "Is it not suitable for the taste? Then I won't buy it next time?"

The giant panda glared at him, then slowly got up and picked up the bamboo himself.

Meng Jingzhe asked again: "Don't you need to practice?"

"You practice, you are practicing bear." The giant panda bit the bamboo hard, imagining that he was biting some stupid guy who was confused.

Meng Jingzhe asked again: "You haven't explained to me yet why you are me? But you have clearly lived in the secret realm of the Holy Land for many years."

The giant panda turned around silently and refused to answer the question.

Meng Jingzhe transformed into a hand and gently helped it smoothly.

The giant panda's face soon showed a very comfortable expression.

"Since you are me, do you know what I am thinking?" Meng Jingzhe asked again.

When the giant panda heard this question, the comfortable expression on his face disappeared. He crawled up and shouted at Meng Jingzhe with dissatisfaction: "I don't know, hurry up and crawl!"

Meng Jingzhe didn't know why it suddenly turned against him.

"Why are you angry again? Aren't giant pandas with good tempers?" Meng Jingzhe asked.

"When you meet, no one will get better!" said the giant panda waving his palm.

Meng Jingzhe immediately asked, "It's like this when you meet me, then what's like when you meet others?"

"Others? Everyone is better than you, they..."

The giant panda suddenly looked at Meng Jingzhe with a cautious look on his face and said, "Don't think of talking to the bear."

Meng Jingzhe silently exchanged a bundle of fresh gray bamboo with the system.

The giant panda's face was a little moved.

"If you have to feed it, I can only reluctantly eat it." said the giant panda.

"No, actually I want to try it too," Meng Jingzhe said.

The giant panda immediately opened its teeth and claws again.

Seeing this, Meng Jingzhe smiled, stopped teasing him, and delivered the bundle of bamboo to its hand.

The giant panda grabbed the bamboo in his arms, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face, saying, "This is just like that."

When Meng Jingzhe saw it happy, he continued the question again.

"Everyone of them is good at flirting. Unlike you, they are just a young boy who is inexplicable." The giant panda looked at Meng Jingzhe with contempt.

"The ancestors of the Gu family?" Meng Jingzhe asked.

The giant panda nodded, thinking about the Gu family members he had followed before, all of whom were masters of flirting with girls and the scenes under the moonlight. It had been vomiting all those years.

Now that I haven't seen it for so many years, it still misses me.

But Meng Jingzhe, who was in this position, was like a love insulator. He thought he could succeed with the little Pixiu, but his relationship became more and more biased. He was not a brother or sister, but he was better than a brother or sister.

After finally getting a demon woman, the giant panda thought she wanted to see a taboo love between the righteous genius and the demon woman. Then, that's it?

Meng Jingzhe made a fuss for a long time before he realized that the giant panda was thinking like this. He couldn't help but say, "If you flirt, you must be responsible. I insist on monogamy."

"Then where is your monogamous wife? A stinky single dog!" the giant panda cursed.

"Mr. Meng, I've been docked."

Ye Shenglan's voice rang in his ears.

Meng Jingzhe glanced at the giant panda and said, "Don't always look at some messy things in small animals."

After the two got ashore, Meng Jingzhe took the ship away and walked forward for only a few steps. The man's low and gentle voice sounded in his ears.
Chapter completed!