Chapter 1151: The Right Way to Strip Souls
Zhou Shiyue lowered his head, but he couldn't suppress the smile on his lips.
The spell was broken and the worry in his heart was gone.
It's never been easier.
It’s not that he doesn’t trust Lu Xiaoer’s character.
If there was someone before, but he was still with him, Lu Xiaoer shouldn't be such a person, he believed this.
However, all the masters in their sect were weird, like Junior Brother Yin, who didn't know that he had a senior sister, Lu Zhaoling, who was a few years younger than him.
He was worried that Lu Xiaoer had forgotten for some reason that she had a husband in the past.
Or maybe there is something like a big red rooster that has been worshipped by heaven and earth.
Well, neither does the Big Red Rooster.
He wanted to be the only one, the one and only, who would marry her.
When Zhou Shiyue was still struggling to suppress the smile, Weng Songzhi had already come in and walked to the bedside.
Lu Zhaoling had already pulled Yin Changxing's clothes in place.
Before she heard what Weng Songzhi said, she didn't want Weng Songzhi to see the mark.
However, to her surprise, Weng Songzhi actually knew.
When he saw her pulling Yin Changxing's clothes just now, he guessed what she was looking at.
He glanced at Zhou Shiyue.
"Your Highness Prince Jin, do you want to listen together?"
What this means is, aren't you going out?
"My Aling asked me to stay." Zhou Shiyue raised his eyes and said this, sitting very relaxed.
For some reason, Weng Songzhi could see that he exuded an aura of "I am very proud".
He was speechless for a moment.
Lu Zhaoling said, "It doesn't matter what he hears."
Zhou Shiyue raised an eyebrow at Weng Songzhi.
See, did you hear that? His waiter’s trust in him was just that much.
"That's fine." Weng Songzhi sighed softly, "In fact, if we don't talk about this now, His Royal Highness Prince Jin should know something about it in the future."
Lu Zhaoling gently stroked the bracelet.
She had sealed the bracelet before.
The retired emperor was still in her bracelet, and she didn't intend to let him hear it.
After all, she herself still didn't know what was going on.
"Did you see the mark on senior brother's chest just now?" Weng Songzhi asked Lu Zhaoling.
"What's that mark?"
"Soul stripping."
Weng Songzhi uttered these two words.
Lu Zhaoling was stunned.
She had heard Yin Changxing talk about soul stripping before, but she didn't know that it would leave such a mark.
Weng Songzhi said to Lu Zhaoling, "I have also experienced the Soul Stripping before, but that time, I was harmed by Yun Badao and accidentally fell into the Soul Stripping Technique."
Lu Zhaoling opened his eyes wide.
What he said was completely beyond her expectations.
"Yun Badao?"
"Back then, the extremely talented disciple of the First Xuan Sect later betrayed his master and joined the ranks of evil cultivators. If you have heard of the First Xuan Sect, you should know him."
Lu Zhaoling hissed.
"It's him? Then I have not only heard of it, but also seen it."
She paused, then added, "We've fought before."
"Have you ever fought against him?"
"Where?" Weng Songzhi was shocked. "Was your master there at the time?"
They looked at Yin Changxing at the same time.
"In Subei City, Master. I came here after Yun Badao ran away." So they didn't match?
Weng Songzhi was shocked again after hearing her words, "You mean, you beat him away?"
"Is this a strange thing?" Lu Zhaoling was a little proud. "However, he is an old ghost, a member of the First Xuanmen. You heard that he still showed up to fight with me. How can you not be surprised about this?"
"No," she came to her senses and looked at Weng Songzhi in shock, "You just said that you were hit by the soul-stripping technique before, and it was Yun Badao who harmed you?"
I go!
Wouldn't Weng Songzhi say that he is also from the First Xuanmen?
So he is still alive?
It doesn’t look like a ghost!
Zhou Shiyue sat there and watched the two of them shocking each other, and just thought it was just a play.
He knew that listening to them talk would be very different from his previous understanding.
Weng Songzhi smiled bitterly.
"Soul-stripping technique, do you know what it is?"
Lu Zhaoling shook his head, "I only have a vague understanding."
"Don't say you only have a partial understanding. We don't know everything either," Weng Songzhi said. "My situation is different from that of my senior brother. When I was hit by the soul-stripping technique, it was like I became two people. One is sober, but his identity has changed. The other is a little confused and naive to the point of being almost stupid."
Weng Songzhi sat down on the edge of the bed.
"Back then, I was relatively clear about my current identity, but I was born here with the memory of the First Xuanmen. After a while, I suddenly dreamed of returning to the First Xuanmen, and spent another year with my brothers and nephews."
Lu Zhaoling tried hard to understand.
He, with the memory of the first Xuanmen, was born with a transmigration.
Then I suddenly went back one year.
Then a year later, something happened to the First Xuanmen and he came back.
"What about the other soul?" she asked.
Weng Songzhi looked at her and asked only one question, "Is your Master Zhi a pure-minded man who can draw talismans, sew and mend clothes, and prescribe medicine, but doesn't talk to people much?"
To put it bluntly, it's just a bit stupid.
A stupid person with great abilities.
Lu Zhaoling widened his eyes again.
"Are you my uncle?"
The uncle of Zun Yi Guan?
It’s just that my uncle was in a state of turmoil back then, and he just worked with a silly smile every day.
So it was because of soul stripping?
"I am." Weng Songzhi nodded.
Zhou Shiyue: Do you want to listen to what you are saying?
He was originally a master's uncle, but you still have to ask again in shock? Then who is this master's uncle?
Lu Zhaoling understood instantly.
Weng Songzhi was her uncle in the previous life, but the uncle in the previous life was only half of his soul!
No wonder, it looks familiar, but not so familiar!
Therefore, Weng Songzhi, who has now merged with his soul, is the new uncle-master!
Lu Zhaoling asked him with eyes wide open, "Do you remember what happened at Zun Yiguan?"
For example, does he remember that she poured a large bottle of rock sugar into the medicine he made?
There was also the time when he was frying dough sticks, she would steal one from outside the window from time to time, and he couldn't get the number right after counting for a long time.
Weng Songzhi shook his head, "I only vaguely remember some fragments."
Lu Zhaoling coughed.
"That's a shame."
Zhou Shiyue looked at her expression and felt that she was not feeling sorry.
Look, there’s another weird person in their sect who can’t remember anything from the past. How can he not be worried?
Lu Zhaoling thought of the day when Xiulongmai was bombed.
Uncle Master was there at that time too, right?
Now, does it count as the uncle coming back?
"What about my master?" She came back to her senses and looked at Yin Changxing again.
"Your master's situation is a little different from mine."
Weng Songzhi said, "He probably doesn't want to break the Soul-Stripping Technique. He doesn't want to return to his original identity."