Soul-Stealing Hall

Sure enough, he is really a male protagonist. No one feels sorry for him, but everyone feels guilty and pity for him. He is so extreme, paranoid, powerful yet fragile, sentimental yet ruthless, complex yet changeable, and extremely jealous. What is it about him that deserves to be loved? Just because he repays evil with kindness again and again? He will not remember the good things about others, but only the bad things about others, and will only ridicule them in his heart. His pain is not because of others, but because he thinks too much and hates them too much.

Fengyi is really such a pity... I feel that there will be more or less such a pity male lead in Shi Shi's novels.

I read it when I was in junior high school. Now that I am re-reading it, I didn't expect to be tortured so hard again. After reading it, I felt a lot of sadness and sigh. It's really well written, a real treasure

Wow, I only watched this in elementary school. Now I watch it again and I feel really emotional. At that time, I thought the heroine was so pitiful.

Send Feng Yi back, it's time to take the college entrance examination

Probably: Adolescent children hypocritically believe that they are not understood by the world, so they do bad things in anger and break the law. Facts have proved that communication is the best way to treat various hypocritical diseases in adolescents! Isn't it very simple? Haha. I didn't expect Fengyi to be so persistent with Hu Sha later on. Well, the idea of ​​​​romance is certain, but modern people think

Xuanzhou Xiaoyao Mountain Xiaoyao Hall - these words were chewed repeatedly in Hu Sha's heart and tongue, until they were chewed to pieces, and a bloody smell came out. His forehead seemed to be filled with the smell of blood, suppressing all the buzzing noises. Her mind went blank, she couldn't feel the pain, and her whole body seemed to have turned into a stubborn stone, refusing to listen, see or think. There are incense everywhere at the foot of Xiaoyao Mountain. It is an ancestral hall built voluntarily by local residents to worship the immortal. Hu Sha suddenly felt upset. Shui Liuqin seemed to understand the master's unspoken thoughts and hummed inside her body. After a while, the sky darkened, large swaths of snowflakes began to fly, and thick ice on the ground froze quickly. Several people who came to pay tribute shouted wildly and ran away quickly. After a while, the ancestral hall was frozen into a lump, and it might not be able to thaw in ten thousand years. She snorted, turned around and flew towards the mountain. The door of Xiaoyao Hall was tightly closed, with two huge rocks lying across it. Even if thousands of troops came, it would be difficult to break it open. The ground began to rumble and shake, and Hu Sha took out a dagger from his sleeve. It was completely black and had complicated patterns on it. It's the short sword left by Fengyi. His whole body turned into ashes and scattered, leaving nothing behind. This knife was dug out by Shen Tu in the ruins, and Fang Zhun had always kept it with her. Now that he is dead, the knife was taken away by her and kept in her arms for safekeeping. Hu Sha held the dagger tightly and pulled it out of the sheath with a clang. Smash this door--a voice in my heart is screaming. If Fengyi were here, she would definitely think so. Don't let his death become illusory, and don't let his smiling death become frivolous. No one deserves to die, and their death should not be as silent as a weak mayfly. A large dark hole seemed to be sunk into the ground, spinning and waiting. As soon as Hu Sha loosened his grip, the unsheathed dagger slipped in. The ground seemed to be split in an instant, and countless huge weapons broke out of the ground, spreading along the long steps, spreading, and finally plunged into the Xiaoyao Palace on the top of the mountain. Countless similarly huge weapons fell from the ceiling, densely packed like rain, smashing the already messy ground into pieces. The road leading to the top of the mountain is divided like countless fangs, extremely ferocious. Xiaoyao Hall, Xiaoyao Hall, Xiaoyao Hall is going to be destroyed today. The black hole disappeared instantly, and the short knife returned to Hu Sha's hand. She threw it fiercely, turning into a cold light and whizzing towards Xiaoyao Hall. She also jumped up, passed through the dense forest of steel weapons, and flew into Xiaoyao Hall, which was stuck like a hedgehog. True Monarch Qing Ling was dressed in silk robes and stood in the middle of the hall with a livid face. There was a lotus pond behind him, and there seemed to be a figure floating precariously on the pink lotus. Most of it was blocked by him, and his face and figure could not be seen clearly. When he saw Hu Sha, he seemed not surprised at all and said, "Come here..." Before he finished speaking, he felt that the sky was filled with flames, burning over the sky and the ground. He hurriedly chanted the fire avoidance technique, and almost dodged the flames, allowing them to pass by both sides of his body, with terrifying heat. Hu Sha didn't say a word, and there was really no need for her to speak. This man wants the artifact, she will give it to him now, give it all to him! Densely packed weapons emerged from the ground once again. True Lord Qingling's expression changed drastically. He knew that the power of gold was extremely domineering and he could not resist it at the moment. He immediately turned around and ran towards the lotus pond, saying hurriedly: "My Lady! The remaining three artifacts have arrived! But now they are in the hands of Huangkou Xiao'er, and I can't resist them!" The petite figure suspended tremblingly on the lotus did not speak, but the lotus under him suddenly grew several times taller, blocking him gently and softly. Lotus leaves and lotus are such soft things that ordinary scissors can cut them in one stroke. However, the overbearing power of gold cannot penetrate them. It is like there is a high wall in front of them. It jingles for a while and then retracts into the ground again. Hu Sha summoned the Water Liuqin and was about to summon the ice and snow when he suddenly heard True Lord Qingling yell: "How outrageous! Why don't you kneel down when you see the emperor's daughter?!" As if she hadn't heard, she raised her hand and plucked the strings. The lotus pond several feet square suddenly froze, and the green and pink lotus leaves turned into ice sculptures and gently shattered. The man on the lotus said "Hey" and suddenly said: "Zhenjun Qingling, you told me earlier that the Shui Liuqin was stolen by thieves and disappeared. Is this really true?" The voice was green and beautiful, yet extremely cold and condescending. It made people's hearts tremble when they heard it. Hu Sha slowly put down his hand. Only now did his chaotic vision gradually calm down and condense, and finally he could clearly see the petite figure on the lotus. She is a woman, only about ten inches tall, as if carefully carved from jade, crystal clear, with a dignified face. She was sitting on a lotus. Although she was as small as a doll, she was dressed in gorgeous clothes and was beyond words. There is an aura about her that makes people involuntarily surrender and awe - the same aura as Shui Liuqin, the aura of the gods coming from the distant sky. Hu Sha took a deep breath, and her chaotic mind seemed to slowly stabilize. She said nothing. True Lord Qing Ling lowered his hands and said respectfully: "My lord, the Emperor's daughter, the Water Liuqin was stolen by this lady. In the past, my Lord ordered me to quietly collect the relics of the gods without disturbing anyone, so after much thought, I was afraid that as a True Lord, I would not be able to do whatever I wanted, so I brought in mortals who had committed blasphemy from overseas and ordered them to search for five pieces. If the artifact can be successful, firstly, the task assigned by the Lord can be completed smoothly, and secondly, it will exonerate these sinners and give them a chance to live a new life. Who would have thought that this woman was so stubborn that she despised the world and secretly stole several artifacts for her own use? The exquisite Goddess Emperor nodded expressionlessly, turned to look at Hu Sha, and said, "Is what he said true? As a mortal, you must not desecrate the artifact and return the artifact to me as soon as possible. I will spare your life and send you back to where you came from to keep you safe for the rest of your life." Hu Sha still didn't speak, and the eighteen orioles in his sleeves roared up, surrounding True Lord Qingling who was caught off guard. Cold light shone, and he heard only a few "push" sounds, and the silk clothes on his body were torn to pieces. If it weren't for the immortal power to protect him, I'm afraid his body would have been torn to pieces. Even so, he was still covered in bloodstains and fell to his knees in a state of embarrassment, calling out the name of the emperor. That day, the God-Emperor's face remained unchanged and she was about to speak when she suddenly saw Hu Sha walking forward step by step. She did not look at her, only looking at True Lord Qing Ling who was kneeling on the ground. After a long time, she said: "Because the god is here, you don't fight back and act innocent. You think I should be like you, kneeling down in fear and confessing to her. You are wrong, that is your god, not mine." The Eighteen Orioles roared even more happily, circling around True Lord Qingling, and she said sternly: "Two arms!" As soon as he finished speaking, he screamed in agony, and his two arms were cut off bloody and smashed to the ground with a thud. "Two legs," she added. The eighteen orioles gathered on his lap again. True Lord Qingling couldn't bear it anymore. He hurriedly chanted a spell and "stab", and a huge thunder struck down, hitting Hu Sha's shoulder, hitting her sideways. Her shoulder was immediately bloody and bloody. Hu Sha felt nothing, and was about to continue to control Shiba Ying to remove his legs when she suddenly felt her throat and mouth tightened, unable to make any sound - she was cast a silence curse again. The Eighteen Orioles lost control of the spell and flew back whistling, huddled in her sleeves and died down. True Lord Qingling was covered in blood. He endured the pain and said anxiously: "My Lady, you have also seen how naughty she is!" The Goddess of Heaven nodded, raised her hand, and said, "I saw that her face was full of anger, so she must have something hidden. Come and tell me how you collected these three artifacts?" Hu Sha's throat felt loose again, and the gag spell was broken by her. She also wanted to summon the Eighteen Orioles with a spell, but found that she couldn't. She must have been blocked by this god. The Goddess of Heaven said: "In the past, the Yaojia Goddess played musical instruments for the Emperor of Heaven. She mentioned that these five artifacts were missing in the world, so the Emperor of Heaven ordered me to find them within three months. However, I am busy with important matters and have no time to spare, so I ordered True Lord Qingling to collect them for me. The artifacts have been missing for many days, and one day in the sky, It's been a year underground, and it's not easy to find it. A large-scale search will definitely alarm the world, which is not good. Therefore, I specifically ask you not to make a big deal about it. Now that the March period has come, the artifacts have been collected. It doesn't matter if you tell me what's hidden. " Fair. Hu Sha suddenly wanted to laugh. She put the three artifacts in her hands and looked at them carefully. The relics of the gods contain the supreme power of the five elements. It is said that if you get three of them, you can become a god or a demon. But to the gods, it is just a trifle for tea and entertainment. How many people died on it, they didn't know. They had no idea how much blood and tears they had shed to find the artifact. They only have one sentence: they must uphold justice. Hu Sha said softly: "Justice cannot buy back human life. No one should help you find the artifact. This is your business." The face of the Goddess Emperor's daughter was a bit ugly, probably because she had never been spoken to like this in person. True Lord Qingling whispered: "Looking for the artifact is just an ordinary process. Everyone takes a different path and ends up differently. It was originally a wonderful thing, but you have made it a mess. Some people have become demons, and some have become stubborn. If I had known this, I would have collected the artifact and handed it to me. Wouldn't it be easy?" Hu Sha looked at him with disdain, and after a while, he said softly: "Why should we help you find the artifact? And why do you call us around? In order to seal the silence, you will not hesitate to threaten hell. In order to take credit for yourself, you will not hesitate to cast the soul-leaving curse. You all know the nature of Shui Liuqin. Special, he will attack everyone who comes close, but he will choose the lucky ones who can touch him to complete a secret for you. What's the secret? It's ridiculous. What's the point of justice now? " She threw the short knife to the ground, and Qing Ling Zhenjun felt something come out from under his feet and penetrated his feet. He screamed in pain, could no longer stand steadily, and fell to the ground. The Goddess Empress said anxiously: "In the past, there were gods who commissioned mortals to do things as enlightenments. How could you be so stubborn? Today I found the artifact, and I am your Gong. All the grudges in the past are just a passing thought. Smoke. People who die in vain will naturally receive blessings, and they will not be treated unfairly. What's more, people who die in vain have their own reasons for becoming demons. Isn't it disrespectful for you to vent your resentment on the immortal? " Hu Sha shook his head and said sadly: "I used to be too respectful." There's not much to say, actually. Her people can withstand pressure, learn from Qing Ling Zhenjun, hide their heads in the sand, and play with others in the palm of their hands, just for the sake of enlightenment and Gong, forgetting everything in the past. As the Goddess of Heaven said: These are just passing clouds. But they don't understand. In fact, they don't understand. There is nothing fleeting in the world. Those are the unrestrained words of unrelated people. She has laughed so deeply, been happy, cried, and been in pain. I saw people passing away one after another and silently sent them away. These will not be fleeting. Her heart couldn't bear it and couldn't forget it. The water liuqin fell into her palm, heavy and bitingly cold. Hu Sha gently brushed the surface of the piano, fingers curled up, and a simple and sad tune burst out from the five strings. The world was spinning, and Xiaoyao Hall was surrounded by thick ice in just the blink of an eye. After playing the song quickly, Hu Sha slowly put down the water lute and looked up. There was only boundless ice all around, crystal clear. She sat on it and lowered her head. The figure of True Lord Qingling was clearly visible. He was frozen underneath. No matter how capable he was, he couldn't escape. He did many unimaginable evil things and played with their lives at will. But just because he is claiming to be a god and collecting artifacts for the god, the sky will not deal with him, but will only give him a chance to rise to prominence. Heaven doesn't ask, doesn't care, ignores, doesn't know. Hu Sha laughed and smashed the three artifacts hard on the ice. He did not know how many times and finally smashed them into pieces. Then he took a long breath, turned around and left. The face of the Heavenly God Emperor's daughter was pale and she said from behind: "What do you mean? Contempt the heaven and the earth?" Hu Sha turned around, looked at her for a while, shook his head and said, "No, I just do something for the dead." The Goddess of Heaven was silent for a moment, and then said: "Destroying a divine weapon will be punished by God." Hu Sha didn't answer, just smiled at her and didn't care at all. The Goddess Empress waved her hands, and the fragments of the artifact immediately flew up and penetrated into the universe in her sleeves. She was restless, and suddenly took out a brocade box from her arms, threw it on the ground, and whispered: "You go away, I will plead for mercy and prevent the heavenly punishment from coming... Please don't spread this matter, don't let the picket god know about it. This thing... Is the treasure he just dedicated to me, you can take it, it may be useful." She probably had never done such a shameful thing as pleading with a mortal. She was so embarrassed that her face turned red and white, and disappeared in the blink of an eye. Hu Sha picked up the brocade box and opened it. Inside was a handful of green grass, with thick and fat leaves, and a refreshing fragrance. She didn't know what it was, so she stuffed it into her arms, and the cloud flew away from the thick ice. Because Lord Qingling and the people from Taoyuan Mountain came to Qingyuan to stir up trouble, the gate was tightly closed for the past few days and no one was allowed in. There were complaints at the gate. Countless people were gathered and refused to leave. The disciples guarding the gate couldn't bear the disturbance. Just then, Patriarch Jinting gave orders to resume accepting disciples. Today, the gate has just been opened. Bai Ting was giving the first question to the people who came to be apprentices. She gave each person a jar and told them that it contained a treasure from Qingyuan. She asked them not to look at it and guess what it was. Everyone was trying hard to touch it with their hands, and some people secretly stole the things inside and put them in their pockets. They were making a lot of noise when suddenly they heard a girl behind them laughing and saying, "They are stones fished out of the river, right?" Bai Ting looked up in surprise and looked at the first person to pass the customs. She saw a girl in civilian clothes, Yingying, walking up. She put the jar in her hand on the table and smiled at her: "Senior sister." It's Hu Sha. Bai Ting didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She was about to scold her for not disturbing the entrance to the trial, when she suddenly saw Hu Sha's face turned pale and he fell into her arms and fainted. She was so shocked that she opened her mouth and called for someone to help her. Suddenly she heard someone behind her say: "You stay here and continue with the entrance test." It was Uncle Fang Ning's voice. He lifted Hu Sha and disappeared at the door in the blink of an eye, leaving behind an inexplicable sigh. When Hu Sha woke up, it was already dawn. She only felt that her mind was groggy and a little involuntary, as if she had overslept. Suddenly a deep, old voice sounded from the window: "You have slept for three days and three nights. How do you feel now?" She was startled and quickly sat up, and sure enough she saw Patriarch Jinting sitting by the window, holding the brocade box given to her by the Goddess Emperor's daughter. "Master..." She murmured. The Patriarch of Jinting said calmly: "You were hit by the Soul Leaving Curse and have been unable to sleep. In the past few days, your mood has fluctuated greatly, causing a lot of damage, so you suddenly fainted. Don't do this in the future, it will be detrimental to your cultivation." Hu Sha was stunned for a while, then whispered: "I... Practice is of no use anymore, and I have no qualifications." She once promised Fang Zhun that she would work hard to practice and join hands with him after becoming an immortal. Now it has come to nothing. What is the use of her cultivating an immortal? Becoming an immortal will lead you to a very long life. Facing the world alone for a long time is more painful than death. Patriarch Jinting knocked on the brocade box in his hand and said, "You have to step up your practice and strive to achieve Taoism and become an immortal as soon as possible. Otherwise, when Fangzhun wakes up one day, do you want him to face your bones?" Hu Sha couldn't help but be stunned. He smiled, and the dense wrinkles at the corners of his eyes seemed to relax in an instant, feeling extremely happy and relieved. "Where did you get this Xiaoyao grass?" Xiaoyaocao? Is this Xiaoyao grass? ! Hu Sha was even more stunned, her heart was shaken by this huge and shocking news, and she couldn't say a word. Patriarch Jin Ting put the brocade box back on the table and sighed: "I asked Fang Ning to follow you, just to prevent you from doing something stupid when you get excited. But when he arrived at Xiaoyao Mountain, it was already frozen and there was no one around. You must have done it. Tell me what happened in Xiaoyao Mountain." Hu Sha was silent for a while, then shook his head: "No... There is nothing to say. In short, True Lord Qing Ling was frozen in the ice and will never come out. The artifact has been returned to God... Xiaoyao Grass was also given to me by God..." "Oh?!" Patriarch Jinting had a look of surprise on his face. He stood up and bowed respectfully to Dongfang three times, saying: "The sky has eyes! I finally understand what is right and what is fair!" Fair and fair... Hu Sha wanted to smile bitterly, but the corners of her mouth could only twitch slightly. Patriarch Jinting smiled and said: "Fang Zhun died less than five days ago. This Xiaoyaocao has been used by him just now, and the mourning mark on his heart has disappeared. As long as there is still a trace of soul left in the body, he will surely wake up one day. You don't have to worry anymore, he has become an immortal, and his soul will not dissipate soon..." Before she finished speaking, Hu Sha had already jumped out of bed, without even having time to put on her shoes, and ran towards Fang Zhun's thatched hut. Can wake up, he can wake up! Hu Sha pushed open the door, and with a creak, the room was filled with sunlight. Fang Zhun lay quietly on the bed, covered with lotus green quilt, her green hair spread all over the bed, as if she was sleeping soundly. She was trembling all over, and threw herself to the bed. Not daring to use any force, she gently covered his face with her hands. He is no longer cold and stiff, the touch of the skin under his hands is clearly warm and soft. There was a very slight rise and fall in his chest, and his breath blew against the palm of her hand, which was so itchy that she wanted to cry. "Fangzhun..." She called out, her vision blurry, as if he would open his eyes soon and look at her with a smile on his jewel-like eyes. There seemed to be people moving around the door, trying to come in, but they were persuaded to leave. Patriarch Jinting clasped his hands behind his back and looked at the rows of apricot flowers that had just bloomed outside the house with a smile. They were in full bloom. He felt happy and contented for the first time in his life. Looking back at the room, he decided not to disturb her and walked out of the apricot blossom forest with a smile. Under the apricot tree, there is a treasure of fine wine buried in Fangzhun. Hu Sha dug out a jar and found a set of wine glasses of different sizes in the drawer in his room. Take two white conch cups, one for yourself and one on his bedside, and fill them both with clear wine. Hu Sha touched the cup on the bedside lightly and smiled softly: "Fang Zhun, I'd like to pay homage to you first." She drank it all in one gulp, and the cold wine turned into a fire in her belly, burning right up to her eyes. In front of me is the boundless, prosperous apricot blossom forest, which is burning like fire. Fengyi's face suddenly appeared in front of her eyes, half-smiling but not smiling, with a cool and gentle expression. She closed her eyes and opened them again. He disappeared. Pour another glass and scatter the wine under the window. I wish him a happy life and no more pain and hesitation. She put the last glass to her lips, reluctant to drink it. Staring at the beautiful scenery outside the window, she couldn't help but patted Fang Zhun on the shoulder and said softly: "Get up, the flowers are blooming." (End)

I feel sorry for Feng Yi and like Fang Zhun. Feng Yi became a demon in the first place because of the Soul Leaving Curse. If the senior brother could care about Feng Yi at the beginning, as mentioned in the extra story, or if Feng Yi trusted her master more and told Master about the Soul Leaving Curse, wouldn't the heroine's Soul Leaving Curse be easily solved? Because of a momentary misunderstanding, more than ten years of soul-departing torture, his character was gradually twisted into a demon, and he was blinded by hatred. Although he was hateful, he was also pitiful. The final outcome of such Fengyi was that he could not bear the power of the three artifacts and was wiped out. However, the heroine did not absorb the power of the artifacts in the end and defeated the true king through the three artifacts. This made Fengyi wiped out. It's like a joke, a clown who has been fooling around all his life but in vain. All his problems are not problems for the heroine, but it is these problems that force him to go to a dead end. He loves his master and the heroine, but he also hates it. In the end, his love is too strong to be cruel. Such Fengyi makes people feel bad. His life is wrong every step of the way. Senior Brother Feng Di, after reading this, you will feel that he is very hateful, very hateful, but he is also very pathetic. He is just a poor man who knows nothing, is kept in the dark, is taken advantage of, and finally loses everything. If he is innocent, then he is probably the most innocent person. Finally, there is Master Fangzhun. What I like most is his character. He is free and easy and unconventional. He may be willful if he is not good, but he is actually keeping his true self and original intention if he is good. No matter what, he has a heart that does not forget his original intention and is not affected by any objective factors. He is the most admirable. After reading this novel, I couldn't calm down for a long time. The author wrote the various aspects of life of the protagonists vividly. Although it is not majestic, it is intriguing and impressive. I really like this story and the people in this story. They are not pale words, but living people, and they will live in our hearts. Whether it's Feng Yi or Fang Zhun, or the girl named Man Jing.

I watched The Palace of Ecstasy only after watching Hua Qiangu, so I thought it was similar but completely different. Bai Zi's portrait is like an old uncle or a monk who wants to love, protect and reject, is tired and afraid of being attached and wants to let go. The twists and turns of year-end love are doomed to hardships. Fang Zhun is also very old, but sometimes he is like a big brother, and sometimes he is like a very old, cute and naughty grandfather. The long years have not worn away his passion, but have given him the freedom to go his own way, the enlightenment to see other people's words clearly and not disturb his own heart. His skills have not contributed to his power and tall image as a heavenly being, but have made him more compassionate to all living beings, and more courageous to love, protect and cherish. So good I like Fang Zhun the most because of his cough. Only people with flaws are perfect. Hu Sha is as cute as Fang Zhun, shy and scrupulous, but open and honest. Two people who love each other have no secrets or bloody misunderstandings. The most important thing about daring to love and hate is to dare to trust. Trusting him can block all dangers. Even if the True Spirit Lord threatens to go to hell, Fang Zhun can see through it. Even when Fang Zhun is about to die, Hu Sha will not steal the soul fragrance, and Hu Sha will obey him, believing that his decision will always be the best. Yes, life and death are no big deal, so why delay the wine party just for such a thing? Why bother working so hard for this kind of thing? But sadness, endless sadness will engulf people, and the happiest moment will be when I have destroyed all the artifacts and sat in front of the steps to die in tears. All my grudges are gone. I only owe me countless lives. The sky is unfair. The sky is still fair, and he still gave me a life of calm and calm, and I don't know how to pass by. Sad and beautiful, from immortal to human, how can it not hurt? From death to life, why not be happy? After turning around in a circle, the stunning husband is still the same stunning husband, but everything seems to have changed. Hu Sha is not Hua Qiangu, so she does not have the ability to steal the soul-returning fragrance, and has no earth-shaking ability, so her ending is beautiful and wonderful; Hua Qiangu is Hua Qiangu, he has his own mission, so he is coquettish, so he is extraordinary, so he ruined everything Bai Zi painted, so it is difficult to look back. Fortunately, the Hall of Ecstasy is still the same cold joke, beautiful and enchanting.

Woohoo, I reread it again. I really like this article. I read it many, many years ago.