The Heroine’s Route is Wrong

Fighting with one person and one corpse, the qi caused by the powerful energy made the surrounding rocks and dust fly shallow. At this time, because of hunger, the zombie who can't exert half of his power flies up and wants to escape. As long as he **** enough blood and gets angry, he will be more powerful, and the zombie's hungry taste will not be better than a person's hungry stomach. People who are hungry must rebel, and zombies are also going to be hungry.

Where can Zhao Qingyi let him out at this time? The zombies who have sucked living blood are like ordinary humans who have tasted drugs. It is difficult to give up the invigorating taste that makes them full of strength and warmth.

Zhao Qingyi lifted up his spiritual power and flew away six feet away, holding the sword aura on the man and the sword combined into one, and the swordsmanship and **** were coordinated, using the ancient pronunciation of the pre-Fengshen era to read "Nine-character Sword Seal Jue": "Lin, Bing, Fight, fight, car, formation, column, forward, and move!"

With the sword in his hand, the vigorous and pure ancient spiritual power exudes coercion, not to mention Su Wo Shande was taken aback, even the faraway policemen who scared the urine were thinking "Amaterasu God Bless" in their hearts.

Zhang Bei was still standing with the dog demon and the vixen, but as soon as the proverbs of the mysterious exorcism came out, the vixen who had not healed suddenly couldn't stand the pressure and became the original form.

Zhang Bei had no time to pick up his eyeballs. When he saw Xiao Huang, he had two fluffy ears and a tail on the back of his ass. They only have a cultivation base of more than 800 years, and Suwoshande is more than 1,400 years, which is much stronger than them.

Zhang Beiqiang stood still, but his mind had been haunted by a thought.

——I want to go back to the countryside!

The greedy sword during cultivation is always going to work at this time, it hovering around Su Wo Shande's head, and under the pressure of spiritual power, Su Wo Shande can't get out of the circle covered by the sword.

Zhao Qingyi concentrated and pinched the tactics again, the spiritual power of the sword turned into a raging fire, and the grievances became more and more prosperous in the face of death.

Ben Yuan let out a long sigh of relief, and said enviously: "Sanmad is really fire and evil."

Na Su Wo Shande was originally fought under hunger at this time, only less than 50% of the fighting power, Zhao Qingyi showed some real skills, and of course he could hurt him.

However, the Taoist thousand-year-old corpse was burned into black charcoal bones by the Shamisen real fire, and there is still a chance to resurrect. Zhao Qingyi does not want to bear this cause and effect for the Japanese.

He was originally looking for the troubles of descendants of the stables and the Japanese who believed in the stables, but it had nothing to do with her. She formed this karma and grievances. If he resurrected again, he would be looking for her descendants and flower growers.

What kind of re-creation does the Japanese have for her and planting flowers? She wants to intervene indiscriminately to make her descendants and planting flowers get into trouble? Wouldn't it mean to die unjustly?

At this time, the power of the shamisen real fire to punish evil is like the power of Jiang Ziya that the shamisen real fire burned the pipa spirit back then, and the canines and vixen present felt that their tails couldn't help but tighten.

But seeing Su Wo Shande's clothes and hair burn, and the scream of fear and pain, is even more nervous than the sound of Japanese ghost movies.

At this moment, Zhao Qingyi retracted the sword, and the real fire of the three flavors went out.

Benyuan said in surprise: "Tianshi Zhao, why is this?"

Zhao Qingyi said: "He was born with an injustice of the ages, and now he has returned to the world, and has not injured an innocent person. What qualifications do I have, a celestial master who grows flowers, to punish him? God has the virtue of a good life, so why not use great wisdom and great wisdom. Compassion in him?"

Ben Yuan was speechless to refute, Tu Yumen first came over and said: "Zhao Sang, he is a thousand-year-old zombie!"

Zhao Qingyi sighed and said, "You think it's so easy to be a thousand-year-old zombie with a soul? Although he had to become a zombie with the aura of death and geomantic treasure, he did not become an inferior walking corpse. His soul is preserved. What do you think is the reason?"

Benyuan said: "Is it merit?"

Zhao Qingyi said: "It's still the master who is the eminent monk of Taoism. He has the merits of remaking in Japan. The books and Taoism passed down by the "Prince Shotoku" are actually his merits. The world can distort facts, but the heavens do not. It would be wrong to give merit to others. Although zombies are alien, good and evil are not divided by race, but by cause and effect. He said that he wants to eat people, but he hasn't eaten people yet. He hates Japan now, but he is biased towards Japan. It has great merit. The Fa does not punish the heart. Do you think that I, a flower planter, have a position to remove such a demon?"

The law does not punish the mind, that is, the law does not pursue a thing that has been thought in the mind but has not been done. Even an attempted crime is completely different from a completed crime.

Of course, Zhao Qingyi stood on the moral commanding heights just for beautiful rhetoric. The real little calculation is that she will not cause evil consequences and cause disasters for her descendants and the motherland.

Benyuan, Tuyumen, Otomo, Shanbei and others couldn't help but meditate, and the latter three had already learned about Suwashande from Benyuan, and he was really wronged.

Zhao Qingyi took out a bottle made of high-grade spirit stones, and carved ancient runes on the body of the bottle, and there was a stream of water containing rich spiritual energy in the bottle.

Zhao Qingyi approached the burnt Su Wo Shande and said, "Open your mouth."

Su Wo Shande was definitely not her opponent at this time, and he knew that she didn't want to punish him, so he opened his mouth.

A stream of spiritual spring water flew out of the bottle and all fell into Su Woshande's mouth. He was originally a zombie recovering faster than humans, and those blackened skins that were nourished with spiritual energy were refreshed.

Zhao Qingyi painfully retracted the bottle that consumed a third of the spiritual energy essence water, still looking like a master.

"Su Wo Shande, you can be resurrected today because the heaven accepts you. The heaven will neither punish you nor I will punish you. But I don't allow you to hurt the flower planters. If you hurt the people who plant flowers, I have the obligation and reason to punish you."

Su Wo Shande had no enmity with the flower growers, and she was convinced at this time, and she also said something fair that he has the merit of remaking in Japan, unlike those who worship the stables, turning black and white.

"Thank you heavenly master for not punishing you. I swear to heaven that I will never hurt the Chinese."

Zhao Qingyi is only satisfied. People do not stand without credibility-this is only a hindrance to the reputation of ordinary humans, but it is very solemn to the heterogeneous of cultivation. So they can't swear to heaven indiscriminately.

Zhao Qingyi said again: "Although zombies gain the way with the air of death, but there are zombies with clear wisdom, good ones are good during their lives, and evil ones are extremely evil during their lives. What do you know?"

Su Wo Shande asked, "I'm dull, please ask the heavenly master to express it."

Zhao Qingyi said: "Because of his merits, the virtuous person can be banned for thousands of years to ensure clearness and clarity, and enlightenment with the spirit of death is just a method of longevity; the evil person has the combination of the spirit of death and the evil of nature. You are proficient in the Dharma and have the virtues to protect you. The suffering of these thousand years of grievances and seals is like cultivating a penance. Now that you see the sky again, why bother to change the way of cultivating the ‘extremely evil corpse’? No matter what the corpse, although there are different ways to survive in the world, the merit is the same as the affection. To become a good corpse, enjoy the good days you did not get thousands of years ago, and it will not be in vain of the merits reserved to you by the gods."

Although the technique is good, it is not as good as Zhao Qingyi's acting skills; no matter how high the martial arts is, it is not as good as Zhao Qingyi's lips, guns, tongues, and swords. She can jump off the popularity of pure evil, and is often successful in pretending to be a great master for the confused. In the end, His Majesty, the merciful and compassionate Heavenly Emperor, still knows all kinds of Taoism very well.

Su Wo Shande was meditating, watching the moon crying, and everyone present felt hairy and sweaty.

After Su Wo Shande cried, he bowed before her in Japanese style and said, "Thank you for your guidance."

Zhao Qingyi nodded, using one hand to pour spiritual power into the parkway above his head. After he absorbed the spiritual power, he also got the good fortune from her. His zombie demonic energy was restrained by his own merit and spiritual pressure, his eyes were clear, similar to humans, and the fangs in his mouth disappeared.

The muddy matter on the corpse turned into dust and fell, returning to a handsome and gentle man, his appearance in his prime.

Su Wo Shande touched his face and wept with joy.

He can be resurrected from a corpse, and he can still live like a man after a thousand years. He is actually this way of fate.

Benyuan and the others met, admiring the magic power of the Tianshi Xuanmen Heavenly Master and fell to the ground.

Zhao Qingyi introduced Benyuan to Su Wo Shande, saying that they are also in the same class, and smiled and said: "You Japanese should solve your problems in Japan. Su Wo Sang has this age-old grievance. You don't have to rely on murder, you can negotiate. Well. Let the descendants of the stables admit their mistakes if they confessed their mistakes, compensate if they deserve compensation, and take some extraordinary measures if they don't admit their mistakes and don't compensate. Isn't it, Master Benyuan?"

Benyuan can't help smiling. She is a flower planter. Does she understand how difficult it is for the royal family to admit their mistakes and compensate? How difficult is it for all Japanese who believe in the prince of stables to accept the truth?

Zhao Qingyi didn’t know his concerns. He didn’t have a backache while talking while standing. Instead, he talked and laughed happily, saying: “Master, Su Wosang, you Japanese should also be more optimistic. For decades, Su Wosang promoted reforms and wrote books before his death. Is it easy again? Anything that is too easy is done by mediocre people."

Master Benyuan:...

Su Wo Shande:...

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Zhao Qingyi no longer intervenes in the negotiation between Su Wo Shande and the Japanese. For this reason, the Japanese can't ask her, a foreigner, to take action.

Anyway, she has managed to protect the interests of the people in her country, and finally she has no wet shoes, so she can report to Li Fox.

When Soga Sunde negotiated with the Japanese represented by Hon-won, the Japanese graciously retained Zhao Qingyi for more time. Not only Hon-won came forward, but the royal family also sent Princess Mako and Princess Minako who were close to her.

Zhao Qingyi was invited by the imperial family to play in the imperial residence, no matter if she, the director of the special department of the Ministry of State Security, is not suitable for coming here.

Zhao Qingyi had gone to the Imperial Palace to play and was about to return, but because he saw a strange thunder blasting again, he thought that one more fairy left and waited for three more days. She intends to let the foxes stay in Japan to take care of the unsatisfied spirit beasts, and bring big dogs and other fairies back to plant flowers and return to life.

At this time, there was a call from China, first from a private call, from Wang Qize.

"Xia Yingxue is back home."

When Wang Qize told her this, she was shocked.

"Are you okay?"

Wang Qize took a deep breath and said, "I'm fine, I'm fine at home, don't worry, we are all fine now."

Zhao Qingyi said: "I will go home immediately."

This is a private call. It’s hard to say much about God’s babble. Besides, they are fine now. If there is anything, it would be useless for her to ask more questions in Japan.

Zhao Qingyi asked her accompanying assistant to contact her to arrange a special plane. She packed her things overnight and boarded the plane with the brood of formed goblins that had emerged. They also received special treatment from Japan, and no one would stop her.

Only when Zhang Bei and other people from the Ministry of National Security knew that those jumping around were monsters, they wanted to faint but didn't dare to faint, they kept rubbing the spirits.

Hon-won, Tomimon and the others and the sane zombie learned that her plane had already taken off.