You kid! You don't have to be so low-key! !

When those small teams heard that Chang Qing was not only good at poison, but also had Yun Qinghan's support, could call on the great elder of the outer sect as a backer, and had a terrifying formation, they had no choice but to give up the idea.

However, he still did not give up. He bought a lot of Green Bull and studied it on his own behind closed doors, trying to figure out the formula of Green Bull.

This matter has come to an end for the time being.

Chang Qing was naturally not afraid of the secret recipe being leaked, because one of the drugs in Green Bull played a vital role in Green Bull, and this drug was synthesized by organisms in a way that alchemists and pharmacists could not imagine, and it was not recorded in the pharmacopoeia, so it could not be checked.

This was all thanks to the memories of the previous life. I accidentally discovered that a type of insect in this world secreted bioketone bodies, which had effects similar to adrenaline, so Changqing used it directly. Unexpectedly, the effect was surprisingly good.

After learning about this, Chang Qing did not relax because he found that there was something wrong with his body.

After breaking through the Ren Meridian that day, Chang Qing suddenly discovered that his seven emotions as a human being were erupting like a volcano, about to burn him to ashes, and for a moment he was unable to control himself.

Seven emotions kept rotating, and this kind of mental pain was extremely difficult to bear. Changqing was quite helpless, but he could only bear it.

His mind was in a state of confusion and the days passed like years. It was not until half a day later that Changqing was able to escape danger.

Every time Chang Qing thinks of the feeling that day, it feels like a nightmare.

The power of the seven emotions is not intended to control Changqing's will, but to influence Changqing's thoughts.

Although you can remain awake, under the influence of different emotions, your consciousness will be induced to do things that best suit that emotion.

Doing so is not in line with one's original intentions and there are too many hidden dangers, so Changqing does not like it.

Changqing spent the past few days in meditation, constantly thinking about where these seven emotions came from.

At first, Chang Qing thought that it was because he was too greedy for the worldly world that he gave rise to so much power of the seven emotions, which accumulated and formed such a powerful force.

On this day, Chang Qing finished his meditation and, after thinking fruitlessly, he came to the sect's book collection peak and immersed himself in the sea of ​​books, trying to see if there were similar situations in the books.

Several more days passed, and Changqing stayed in a small corner of the building, reading books tirelessly. However, in the past few days, he only learned that people who practice cultivation only have one calamity similar to the [Red Dust Calamity], and they need to go to the mortal world to fight for it.

But Changqing still shook his head. The calamity of the red dust is a kind of seeing through and looking down on the seven emotions and six desires, and it only happens when the strength is extremely high. Compared with his own situation, although it is similar, it is not exactly the same. His own situation is just a sudden outbreak of the seven emotions of human beings that affects the mind, and does not involve the six desires.

The flame of hope that had just risen in Changqing died down again. He felt a little irritated.

Changqing rubbed his sore eyes, sat on the ground, practiced the Qingtian Nianqing Jue, and began to recover his spirit.

"Um!?"

Changqing's eyes, which had just been closed, suddenly opened with some doubt and confusion, as if he was unsure. Changqing once again practiced the Qingtian Nianqing Jue.

As soon as the heart formula started to work, Chang Qing suddenly stood up, his face full of disbelief.

[Qingtian Nianqing Jue] was left by Changqing's mother in this world. It is extremely mysterious and its effect is very powerful, not inferior to all the heart sutras that Changqing has seen so far.

Ever since the incident with the Seven Emotions, Chang Qing had doubted everything, except this Heart Sutra.

But now Chang Qing was practicing this method under extremely high mental consumption. His mental method flowed along a specific blood trajectory. When it passed through his brain, Chang Qing suddenly realized that his seven emotions, which had almost subsided, had become significantly stronger.

Changqing was a little dumbfounded. What should he do? His foundation was built on this secret. Changqing left Cangshu Peak and returned to his residence. Jiaocang was still sleeping and drooling.

Changqing looked a little solemn. He took out the rough book of Qingtian Nianqing Jue translated by Grandpa Zhao and slowly flipped through it. Changqing had only practiced most of the secret techniques in the book. He was not strong enough now and could not force himself to practice the rest. He might have to learn the rest of the content after he reached the Pi Hai realm.

Changqing has almost memorized the book translated by Grandpa Zhao.

Changqing took out the original book that his mother had left to him, which had not been translated.

Changqing looked at the gold-embossed book with a serious expression and a little hesitation. This decision would even destroy Changqing's calm state of mind for a long time, and would completely overturn Changqing's sense of right and wrong. If even the person he believed in the most did not dare to believe it, Changqing did not know who he could believe in.

After a long time, Changqing gritted his teeth and forced a drop of blood onto the book.

In an instant, the book began to glow, emitting a cyan-gold aura, silently discerning the aura and strength of this drop of essence and blood.

This was the first time Changqing did this. He thought of some key points and the expression on Grandpa Zhao’s face when he handed him the translated book.

Chang Qing felt it was very strange at the time. Thinking about it now, that expression actually revealed two parts of weirdness and three parts of guilt.

The brilliance of the original book of Qingtian Nianqing Jue gradually faded, and the originally mysterious words on the first few pages could also be understood by Changqing.

Changqing kept comparing them. After a long time, Changqing closed the two books, sighed softly, and felt a little heavy in his heart.

"Sure enough~" Changqing sat on the ground like a deflated balloon.

The book translated by Grandpa Zhao was not deleted at all, but added some things instead. Among them, there were several places that added the enhancement of emotions when the Qingtian Nianqing Jue flows through the blood vessels in the brain.

There are also several additional seemingly insignificant running paths, and I don’t know what effect they have yet.

Chang Qing's mood seemed to have fallen to the bottom of the valley. His body was no longer straight, but it seemed that he had lost his energy. He staggered to the recliner, stared at the sky absentmindedly, and muttered:

"Grandpa Zhao, why is this..."

At this moment, in Changqing's mind, Grandpa Zhao was no longer the cheerful and kind old man like a teacher, but a man behind the scenes who hid his figure in the darkness and was extremely scheming.

Why did Grandpa Zhao do this? What was his purpose?

"Can I still trust him?"

There was only confusion left in Changqing's heart. Changqing felt a little tired and fell asleep slowly, frowning from time to time. It was a nightmare.

While Changqing was unconscious, the seven emotions in his mind began to grow rapidly again.

In the dream, Changqing was in the endless darkness, and the past kept flashing around. Those were the warm times that he, Grandpa Zhao, and Yu Linglong spent together.

But Changqing found that the two people seemed to be covered with fog, and he could not see their expressions clearly. The picture flashed and came to the day when he was poisoned and about to die. The moment the figure turned into the sky, Grandpa Zhao wanted to use his strength to stabilize Changqing's injuries, but was stopped by Changqing.

"Grandpa Zhao, did you save me because I am still useful? Or do you really care about me?" Grandpa Zhao's figure froze and he didn't move anymore.

"I can't see clearly, I can't see you clearly, I can't see through this fog, and I can't see that corner of the truth!" Chang Qing murmured as he looked into the old man's eyes.

Grandpa Zhao's figure still didn't move. Changqing knew it was a dream, and he felt depressed.

"Can I really trust you guys?"

Chang Qing asked the deepest question in his heart. It seemed like he was asking others, but also seemed like he was asking himself.

At this moment, as if sensing Changqing's question, the book written by Grandpa Zhao, which was in Changqing's arms, near his heart on the recliner, flashed with golden light and sank into Changqing's mind.

Grandpa Zhao's figure seemed to come alive at this moment. He looked at Changqing in his arms with a gentle smile, gently rubbed Changqing's head, and said softly:

"Young Master! The truth lies in the future. Whether you have the strength to know the truth depends on you. It has nothing to do with anyone else."

Before Chang Qing could say anything, the dream began to break apart, turning into countless fragments that scattered in all directions. Chang Qing could only faintly hear Grandpa Zhao's murmurs:

"They have taken the wrong path, walked too far, made too many mistakes, but they don't even realize it..."