Chapter 1187 Painter Yan

Although Mingzong did not fully appear in the world, but the reopening of Mingdao, the re-refinement of the law, the re-setting of the rules, formed the punishment of the underworld, which caused the entire Weiyang Dao domain to shake. The agitation of Pluto is different, and it is different from the sensation of the outside world...

Here, filled with sadness, filled with madness.

"The waning moon!"

"The waning moon!!"

"The waning moon!!!"

Inside the tomb of Emperor Ming, Wang Baole knelt at the place where Master Ming Kunzi disappeared. He forgot the passage of time, and only thought of one thought.

Make the impossible possible, turn back time, and let the soul of the master reappear.

He didn't know how many times he had unfolded the waning moon, his complexion was already pale, and the bloodshot eyes in his eyes seemed to be dry. After all, in the distortion formed by the reversed years, there is still no ghost of the master.

Wang Baole was sad and silent.

He knew, perhaps knew at first, that some things cannot be reversed by himself. The master's soul dissipated and was connected to the coffin of the emperor's remains, which cannot be influenced and changed by the law of the crescent moon.

"Miss sister, can you help me..." Wang Baole said in a low voice amidst bitterness.

"I... can't do it, Baole, don't be sad, let's think about it, is there any other way." Wang Yiyi, who hadn't responded to him for a long time, whispered softly at this moment, she felt Wang Baole's thoughts, but she did There is no way to do this.

Maybe Liuyue can.

But...she could feel that her father was no longer in this world.

"Can't it be done..." Wang Baole murmured, the sadness in his heart became more and more intense, permeating his whole body, until after a long time, when the distortion formed by the ever-expanding waning moon in front of his eyes slowly dissipated, Wang Baole raised his head and looked up .

Although the Styx River drowned everything and blocked his sight, he seemed to be able to see the figure of his former senior brother outside the Styx River. After a long time, Wang Baole silently looked away.

He understands the master's choice, understands the senior brother's choice, there seems to be nothing wrong with it, it's just a different way, but he can't forgive it.

Because... Chen Qingzi can pursue his own path, he can go to the path of the Brilliant Underworld, but the price should not be the loss of his master's soul, this point... Wang Baole is very clear, it is his senior brother who made a mistake.

The master was also wrong, what was wrong was that he was soft-hearted, what was wrong was that he couldn't bear to see his two disciples turn against each other, what was wrong was that he wanted to use his own death to perfect both disciples.

"I was wrong too. I shouldn't have come to Styx." Wang Baole sat wearily aside, looked at the place where the master disappeared, and fell silent. shine.

"There is another way..." Wang Baole raised his right hand, and in an instant, a small bottle appeared in his palm.

It is the wishing bottle.

Holding the wishing bottle, Wang Baole's eyes lit up with hope. After taking a deep breath, he held it firmly and spoke softly.

"I make a wish... Master is resurrected!"

The wishing bottle was still cold, without the slightest reaction, Wang Baole remained silent, and spoke again for a long time.

"I make a wish... the time goes back to before the master's soul is gone!"

The wishing bottle remained unchanged. Wang Baole lowered his head and closed his eyes. This time he was silent for a longer time. After half a stick of incense, when he opened his eyes, he looked at the wishing bottle in his hand complicatedly and murmured softly.

"Senior, if it is true that Master cannot be revived, please give me a chance...to draw a corpse face for him."

The wishing bottle was as quiet as before, and there was still no heat flow that Wang Baole was familiar with. After a long time, Wang Baole's heart became more and more bitter, and when he was about to change his attempt to make a wish, suddenly, the wishing bottle in his hand shook slightly, faintly, as if there was a consciousness, from this moment The wishing bottle came out, and it seemed to come from a distant and unknown place, echoing in Wang Baole's mind.

"You owe me a favor."

The voice was ethereal and hard to find. It seemed that the wishing bottle was used as a medium to fall into the tomb of the Underworld Emperor in the world of stone tablets. Even at the moment of reverberation, the wishing bottle in Wang Baole's hand suddenly emitted heat.

This time, the heat flow, unprecedented, erupted suddenly and passed into Wang Baole's hands. While Wang Baole's mind was shaking, the wishing bottle itself shone with a strong light. Soul strands gathered in it.

These soul threads had already dissipated, but now they turned from impossible to possible. In the intense ups and downs of Wang Baole's mind, finally these soul threads gathered together in front of him, forming... a soul cluster!

A soul group that doesn't last forever and doesn't seem to be able to last for too long.

That is the remnant soul of Master!

To be precise, it may be more appropriate to call it the original soul, because in this soul group, there is no appearance of a master, it is just a group of souls with the imprint of a master.

Such a soul, in Mingzong's cognition, needs to follow the guidance of the way of heaven to paint its face, determine its fate, draw cause and effect, and finally send it into reincarnation.

But Master's remnant soul is a little different. It... is dissipating. Although the power from the wishing bottle makes the dissipation slow, it still cannot last for too long.

Judging from its dissipating speed, it seems that it can only last for a stick of incense at most.

Staring at the soul group, Wang Baole's eyes became moist, and he gently led the soul group to his face, murmuring.

"Master..."

During this murmur, Wang Baole closed his eyes, and when he opened them soon, his eyes were full of reminiscence, and with trembling hands, he began to gently outline the face of this soul group in its afterlife.

Draw the eyebrows, draw the eyes, draw the nose, draw the mouth.

Every stroke contains his emotions, and every stroke contains his memories, seriously.

What he painted was not the afterlife.

What he painted was this life.

It was that before dissipating, he was still thinking about a future that could not be disturbed for him, a master who could leave this place.

They met in a big dream, apprenticed to the teacher in the time of the dream, and the goodbye is already a soul body, and it has become the past in an instant...

After a long time, when Wang Baole finished the last stroke, his face was full of tears. Looking at the soul in front of him who had regained his master's appearance, Wang Baole got up and stepped back, facing the soul with closed eyes, and knelt down.

One tap, two taps, three taps... until nine taps.

Thank you, Shien!

The soul body slowly opened its eyes, looked at Wang Baole gently and benevolently, and gradually... revealed a smile.

"good."

In the next moment, the soul was blurred, as if it had been erased, and disappeared in Wang Baole's eyes when he raised his head. He watched the master disappear little by little, and he cried more. Master's words.

"Everything is fine..."

"Just as you like..." Wang Baole murmured, sitting there paralyzed, tears streaming down his face.

The young lady gradually appeared beside him, looking at Wang Baole silently, with distressed eyes, she approached him gently, sat beside him, raised her hands, and pressed gently on Wang Baole's head, gently Gently rub and press.

"In life, there must be some regrets, which cannot be changed by us."

"Baole, you have done a good job, you have tried your best."

"Did I try my best..." Wang Baole murmured, feeling more and more tired all over his body.

"Well, you did your best, go to sleep and rest." The young lady said softly, and put Wang Baole's head on her lap. When she gently kneaded, a soft song came out of her mouth .

This ballad is very gentle, it makes people feel warm and safe, and it makes people feel peace from the heart. At this moment, Wang Baole is like a mortal walking in single clothes in the cold night of night, trembling, approaching a person. The stove gradually enveloped him in warmth.

The surroundings are very quiet, only the little sister's songs echoing softly.

"The wind is blowing gently, the birds are chirping softly, baby is not sad, go to sleep quickly..."

"Snow floats slowly, tears fall quietly, baby is not sad, wake up and smile happily"