After repeated inspections and confirmations, Zhao Wujiang found no abnormalities.
Xuanyuan Jing did not feel any discomfort.
Zhao Wujiang rummaged through his clothes and found the bronze mirror.
At this time, the bronze mirror lost its mirror surface. The original mirror surface was as dark as ink, like an abyss, swallowing the gazes of the two people.
Zhao Wujiang frowned deeply.
"It feels a bit familiar." Xuanyuan Jing looked thoughtful and reached out to take the palm-sized bronze mirror from Zhao Wujiang's hand.
As soon as the bronze mirror was held in Xuanyuan Jing's hand, it began to vibrate crazily.
Xuanyuan Jing and Zhao Wujiang looked at each other, and they both saw surprise in each other's eyes.
Could this broken Taoist weapon have anything to do with Jing'er?
"Stop!" Xuanyuan Jing didn't know whether it was because of luck or some strange mistake, but he suddenly said the word "stop" like an order.
The next moment, the vibration of the bronze mirror disappeared.
Before Zhao Wujiang and Xuanyuan Jing could be shocked, the mirror fragments that had just penetrated into Xuanyuan Jing's eyebrows floated out along the middle of his eyebrows.
The fragments fell on the bronze mirror and were reassembled piece by piece to form the mirror surface.
Only this time, the mirror was no longer as broken as before, but became complete.
The mirror surface is smooth and flawless, and there is no trace of any breakage.
The smooth mirror surface did not reflect anything, only a bright starry sky, as if the copper mirror contained the starry sky in the mirror.
This starry sky is extremely bright, far better than the starry sky that Zhao Wujiang usually sees at night.
"what happened?"
Zhao Wujiang was confused, and Xuanyuan Jing was even more confused.
Zhao Wujiang patted the bronze mirror, turned it over and over, and once again saw three words that he was familiar with but didn't recognize.
"Xuanyuan...Jing..." Xuanyuan Jing also noticed these three words and murmured with some uncertainty.
"Xuanyuan Mirror?" Zhao Wujiang frowned. What Jing'er was chanting should not be her name but the three words on the bronze mirror.
"It is very similar to the words recorded in some ancient books in the Secretariat of Daxia. If I am not mistaken, these three characters should be Xuanyuan Mirror, the mirror of the Xuanyuan clan?"
Jing'er was confused. When she was the empress, she always liked to read some ancient books in her spare time. At this moment, she kept comparing these three words in her mind, and nodded:
"That's right, it's Xuanyuan Mirror."
She had a very strange feeling because Xuanyuan Mirror sounded exactly the same as her name Xuanyuan Jing.
But she didn't think it had much to do with it. After all, the Xuanyuan Mirror should represent the mirror of the Xuanyuan clan and should be the treasure of the Xuanyuan clan.
And she, Xuanyuan Jing, has a lot of connections, and can only be regarded as a descendant of the Xuanyuan clan.
Zhao Wujiang frowned deeply.
If this bronze mirror was really called the Xuanyuan Mirror, it would have had such a great reaction in Jing'er's hands and even repaired the mirror surface.
Then some of his speculations need a lot more evidence.
Zhang Xukun was plotting not only Zhao Wujiang, but also Jing'er.
To be precise, the people involved in what Zhang Xukun wanted to do included him, Zhao Wujiang, and Jing'er.
The reason why Zhang Xukun didn't ask about this broken Taoist soldier when they met before was not because he forgot about it, nor because he didn't care about it, but because he deliberately stayed with him and Jing'er.
Zhao Wujiang was thinking a lot. He did not think that Zhang Xukun would harm him, because smart people knew that his current state was a kind of causal immortality.
He felt that Zhang Xukun was more like a middleman who made a profit from the price difference, negotiating with him on behalf of countless giants behind the scenes.
And why these giants didn't show up in person? Maybe there was a hidden secret that he hadn't guessed.
Theoretically speaking, if he looks familiar and becomes a demon god, wouldn't he be able to help them? Why don't you show up? What are you worried about? afraid of what?
Zhao Wujiang rubbed the mirror without feeling anything in his hands, as if he was touching nothingness.
He also noticed that this starry sky was not a painting or a dead thing, but seemed alive.
Stars blink and move invisible to the naked eye for a short period of time.
