Who brought this guy into the monastic circle?.

Chapter 527 Female version of Han Yu?

How are spirits born?

This question left Mu Ling a little dumbfounded.

"You don't know either, do you?"

Han Yu felt a headache. Could it be that these spiritual things were unaware of their origins?
"Yo yo yo..."

The deer was quiet for a moment, as if organizing its thoughts, and then a melodious voice sounded.

"The spirit is born from the body."

Qingwan explained in a crisp voice.

Well, the commonality among spirits is indeed one thing, and this guy is also a confused one.

Han Yu patted his forehead. He certainly knew that the spirit was born from the body. The key was how to describe it specifically.

He came here just to learn from others and see if he could gain some experience.

"This silly spirit probably doesn't know either."

The spirit of the weapon was dissatisfied in its sea of ​​consciousness.

"Stop talking, you are also a silly spirit, how dare you laugh at others here?"

Han Yu said with a helpless smile.

But just when he was about to give up, the wood spirit deer called out twice melodiously to stop him.

"I do have memories of my birth..."

The birth of the wood spirit began when a trace of consciousness suddenly appeared among the mountains.

"Yo yo yo..."

"Master Shanling said that the original body that was buried in the mountains suddenly had a thought one day."

Qingwan slowly translated Xiaolu's words at the same time.

When a thought arises, it gradually begins to have clear consciousness, and as time goes by, this consciousness becomes stronger and stronger.

Until one day, this consciousness suddenly separated from its body.

Then it began to give birth to spirits and take on form.

This is an extremely mysterious state, the main body can be separated from it, and can also be combined with it at any time.

When separated, it appears in the form of a spirit, no longer subject to the constraints and inconveniences of the original body.

After the combination, with the entry of the spirit, as a being derived from the original body, it can further unleash the potential of the original body.

"After all, that is the body of Lord Shan Ling. No one knows his body better than it."

Qingwan summarized for Xiaolu.

"Gone?"

Although Han Yu heard a lot, he didn't hear anything useful.

Or maybe the situation of the spirit of the weapon seems to be different from it.

After all, the formation process of the wood spirit is gradual, while the consciousness of the weapon spirit has existed since a long time ago. After being unsealed, it can only be gradually shaped by luck or the energy feedback from the elixir.

It doesn't seem to have gone through the process of being transformed into a bottle, or it seems to have skipped this process directly.

This makes no sense as a reference.

"Why don't you ask it what it felt like during the shaping process?"

The spirit of the weapon frowned and asked unwillingly.

When Han Yu asked the deer this question, it also tilted its head and thought for a long time, as if it was also deep in thought.

"Yo yo yo..."

"Master Shan Ling said that independence, control, and breaking free are the feelings I had at that moment, just like breaking free from a cage."

Qingwan continued to speak in a crisp voice.

The man and the spirit left with this answer and a strange look on their faces, leaving Qingwan and Mu Ling feeling puzzled.

Factors such as independence and control may sound a little unreliable.

And Han Yu can't give this feeling to the other person!

"Of course. For me, the authority belongs to me, and you and Pingzi are my lackeys. Isn't this independence and control?"

The spirit of the weapon suddenly jumped up with its eyes shining.

Lackey?
What a bold dog! I didn't expect this dog had such big ambitions and wanted to usurp the throne!
Han Yu's face immediately turned dark.

"Why don't you give it a try? After listening to me, I feel like there's something wrong with the method, not a lack of energy."

The spirit of the weapon felt a surge of hope.

"But I don't think it's a question of authority."

Han Yu touched his chin and muttered.

After all, authority is something that the spirit of the weapon has not been completely untouched. Every time the Hexi Pill is born, authority must be given to it before the pill can be produced.

If it is really a question of authority, then it would have been shaped when the authority was in its hands in the morning.

Therefore, this final blow is probably not just a matter of power.

“Isn’t there another step?”

The spirit of the weapon curled its lips. In the past, shaping was done in the sea of ​​consciousness, and there were always accidents, resulting in strange shapes.

It wondered if it would have been correct to shape it from the bottle in the first place.

Han Yu had never thought of this curious method. "Are you saying that you want to go into the glass bottle to shape it?"

It sounds a bit strange. After all, the situation of the spirit of the weapon is a bit unusual. It clearly has an incomplete spirit body, and it is only now thinking about returning to its body to reshape itself.

The steps are all messed up.

"Why don't you give it a try? Give me the authority."

The spirit of the weapon opened its eyes pitifully, with a look of longing.

Han Yu was so annoyed that he decided not to rush back and found a secluded place on the mountainside.

"for you."

After he finished speaking, a key that symbolized authority fell directly onto the head of the weapon spirit in his sea of ​​consciousness.

“Then I really tried it.”

The spirit of the weapon rubbed its hands together in excitement, then ran towards the bottle under Han Yu's gaze.

With a leap of his tiny body, he grabbed the bottle mouth and twisted his body hard to climb up, using his hands and feet at the back.

After climbing up to the mouth of the bottle, he found that the inside was empty. This was what had puzzled Han Yu the most.

The bottle is made entirely of colored glass, so the inside can be clearly seen even from the outside.

But I just don't understand where this pill came from.

"Do you think the bottle will take the opportunity to kill me?"

When looking at the mouth of the bottle, the spirit of the weapon suddenly looked strange. After all, as a spirit of the weapon, it had never been treated well by the main body.

It's bad enough that they deduct all kinds of money, but they don't even give it the authority.

"Don't add drama to yourself, hurry up."

Han Yu looked at the weapon spirit that was adding to his drama like crazy, and he no longer had the energy to complain.

If the bottle really wanted to kill it, it would never have been born.

Furthermore, there is nothing wrong with saying that the bottle and the spirit are one and the same. How could they kill each other?

"Then you better keep an eye on me and don't let the bottle scare me."

After giving a few more instructions out of concern, the weapon spirit carefully jumped down.

From the outside, you can still see the spirit of the artifact screaming and falling to the bottom of the bottle.

After falling down and sitting at the bottom of the bottle, the spirit looked around for a while. Apart from the countless runes faintly visible on the bottle wall, there was no other movement.

All of a sudden it was completely disappointed.

It has luck, power, and the bottle. If it doesn't work, it will be completely helpless.

Suddenly, a mist gradually rose and quickly filled the bottle.

The weapon spirit and Han Yu were both startled.

"Zhao, this bastard Pingzi is trying to harm me, Han Yu, help me..."

After just one cry from the spirit of the weapon, the bottle was also covered by mist.

Han Yu was dumbfounded. Could it be that Pingzi was really going to kill the spirit of the weapon?
No reason!

"Can you still hear me?"

He shouted hurriedly, but there was no response in the vast sea of ​​​​consciousness.

Some are just a place where the fog is rolling.

No matter how Han Yu summoned, he could no longer communicate with the spirit of the weapon.

Han Yu was really anxious now. Even though the spirit of the weapon had a lot of shortcomings, it was still a guy who accompanied him through thick and thin every day.

Not to mention that the last time he was killed by the bottle, the spirit of the weapon even turned against the bottle for him.

Emotionally, the spirit of the utensil is even more important to him than the bottle.

"Pingzi, if you mess around again, I will really break up with you. My fucking sea of ​​consciousness will explode and I will throw you out, believe it or not!"

But no matter what Han Yu said, there was no response from the bottle.

No, the bottle's response was that fog continued to gush out, and it had even covered a large area of ​​the sea of ​​consciousness.

Time passed, and Han Yu waited for most of the day, from anxiety at the beginning, to weirdness later, and finally to waiting.

Anxious because the sudden movement of the bottle frightened him.

The strange thing is that so much time has passed, enough to rule out the possibility of wiping out the spirit of the weapon.

At that time, he was able to kill himself in an instant, so it is impossible for it to take half a day to wipe out the spirit of the weapon.

Then the only possibility is that some changes are really taking place inside the bottle, and the one who is changing is definitely this guy, the spirit of the weapon.

As evening approached, a burst of laughter suddenly came from the sea of ​​consciousness.

"You bastard, I heard you and Pingzi quarreled."

The extremely joyful voice of the weapon spirit came out from the fog.

Han Yu's heart moved, and he quickly looked towards his sea of ​​consciousness.

I saw the fog surge, a pair of small hands pushed away the fog, and then a little head poked out.

Han Yu's originally joyful mood cooled instantly, and then he felt even more disappointed.

damn thing!
He gritted his teeth, and the little head sticking out of the mist was clearly tied into two ponytails.

Son of a bitch!
(End of this chapter)