"Then, did Yue Ji die like this?"
"No, she didn't die at that time." The man in the frost-colored gown absentmindedly held his chin up and looked at the bright moon in front of the window, leaving only a silver-plated silhouette for the listener. "It was about two more days later. Year, in the winter of the 19th year of the Tianqi Year of the Li Dynasty, the Demon Emperor Yue Ji finally died. She had just turned twenty that year. In the same year, Jinglian City crashed and the Li Dynasty was destroyed."
"But, but Yue Ji is so powerful, who can kill her? Is it the emperor? The two of them died together in the end?"
"Probably..." the man said vaguely.
He stood up and straightened the back of his clothes, "Okay, I'm done telling my story, you should go to sleep."
"Wait a minute -" A soft little hand held the corner of his clothes, and the man turned his face sideways. His face was like a flower blooming under the moonlit night, but the desolate look when he looked back always made people unconsciously reflect on whether they were... Something offended him.
"Anything else?"
So the hand that grabbed his clothes had to retract in an awkward manner, "No... no..."
She suddenly became more courageous, "I just feel that your story has no beginning and no end, and is full of doubts. How can this help you sleep..."
The man raised his eyebrows, "For example?"
"For example... according to you, Nanming Suzaku is invincible in the world and directly controls the origin of the meteorite. What method did Yue Ji use to confine his power?"
"And where did that weird transparent arrow come from? Is it a magic weapon created by monks to deal with mixed-bloods? Is this thing directly related to the fall of the Li Dynasty? If not, why bother spending so much money? Talk about it verbally?"
Not knowing where she got the courage, she began to talk endlessly:
"For another example, if Nanming Zhuque and Demon Emperor Yueji both died in the end, then where would the meteorite go? After the Li Dynasty, there were many monk sects. Even the later Tianshan Snow could not completely control the situation. In Kunlun Before the birth of Hengkong, the forces in Jiuzhou were chaotic and restrained each other. It seems that no human monk force has obtained the meteorite..."
She scratched her head, which had few yellow hairs, and found that the problem was getting deeper and deeper, "So how did we get into this situation today? It was promised that the strength of an individual soldier would crush the monks. Even if there is no leader, it will not be the same." When they stand up and take charge, they will sing! Why are we still fighting against each other? The living space is bad, and normal people should strive to expand outward. It is really not very smart to tear up your own life in this bad place... "
"Absurd—" the man couldn't bear to interrupt the other person's soul and asked, "Who taught you these words, Sakya? She is simply crazy!"
You can see the anger on his beautiful face, but it's a pity that the person being yelled at has nothing to do with it. She guessed that it might be because the person in front of her was so beautiful that she even looked good when angry, so the intimidation of anger was inevitably compromised.
But she didn't care at all. She was dominated by unreasonable annoyance. She even wanted to make a point, "Do you still need someone to teach you? Oh, I forgot. You really don't understand. You can still be 50-50 with the Asura clan." When you said there was a truce, it was a truce. Now you want troops without troops, money without money, and you suddenly say you want to fight with someone to death! Do you think they are a couple quarreling? Can you change your face if you say you change your face? What are you going to do to win this battle? ? You think King Asura will take the initiative to make peace with you until the end, right? What about my grandpa? Where is my mother? They are all fighting bloody battles on the front line now. What do you think of the Eight Dragons? ?What do you think of the whole Brahman?"
"You-" The man was so angry that he couldn't speak. His hands were shaking uncontrollably under his sleeves. It was obvious that every word of the other party was like a needle poking into his most secret place. But soon, even greater surprise and suspicion enveloped him.
"...No...who are you?"
"A child who carries one of your chromosomes is technically considered your biological daughter." She crossed her arms, "But I think you might not feel that way.
"I understand, I understand. After all, I did not give birth to the child myself during my ten-month pregnancy. It is not uncommon for the father's family to have weak feelings for their children."
"Who are you?" He ignored her sudden strange words and asked this question stubbornly.
She was extremely annoyed, "Don't question, don't guess, I can change my name or my surname, my name will be -"
...Hey, what's her name...Rong...No, that was the name she used in her previous life. Her current name is...
Rong Tong woke up from a deep dream. The sun was already three feet high outside the window. The sound of airflow being knocked away by high-speed flying swords often broke into the range of her ears. Occasionally, there would be roaring sounds from the mountains in the distance. She couldn't tell what had woken her up.
Winter passes and spring comes, and everything revives. Kunlun disciples received a "big surprise" at the beginning of the year, because the selection of new disciples was suddenly advanced. Therefore, following the selection of disciples once every ten years, the Tiangang martial arts performance was put on the agenda five years ahead of schedule. Seeing that the competition is about to take place at the end of the year, Kunlun disciples have been practicing martial arts like crazy during this period.
"Miss, did you sleep well?" Baoqin made a sound and opened the gauze curtain in front of the window. The midday sun was overwhelming and filled the main bedroom of Ziwei Building.
Rong Tong drowsily covered his eyes with his hands, "Hmm... not very good... I feel like there is some crucial information in my dream, but when I wake up I can't remember anything..."
She put down her hands and let out a long sigh, "But I don't know why, my mood seemed to get worse when I woke up."
——It's like using the keyboard to fight with someone, and you are about to win, but the network cable is suddenly cut off.
Holding Qin and leaning against the window, he held his hands and looked at her, "Not necessarily. I sleep until I wake up naturally every day. The life of a god is just like this!"
"Who told me I was a seriously injured patient?" Rong Tong heard the implication of his maid's words. This was because the dean was displeased with the lazy look of the Moyu student.
But she just shrugged helplessly, "However, my Tianbao Pavilion has become more and more deserted recently. From the beginning, there were only a few people visiting the house every day, and now, no one has come for more than ten days. This treatment is much better than what I just received. It’s been a long time since I arrived!”
"Someone is coming today."
"oh?"
Rong Tong skillfully pulled a pillow and put it on his lower back. He covered himself tightly with a quilt from the neck down. He still tilted his head and looked out, "How many are here? Who is here?"
"There is only one." Baoqin paused and sensed the barrier outside Tianbao Pavilion. "The eldest disciple of Taizhen Yuanjun, Master Qingxu, has arrived."
"We are old acquaintances." Just as she was just waking up and pretending to be suffering from a long-term illness, she said angrily: "Quick...brother, please come in..."
Baoqin stood up from the wall and walked out expressionlessly. The door of the master bedroom slammed shut behind her. After a while, there was the sound of footsteps approaching from far away, and then the door slowly opened with a creak -
"Junior sister, do you feel better recently?"
Master Qingxu heard his voice first and then saw him. He was walking over with a box of supplements in hand. The caring look on his face remained the same for dozens of times, proper and official.
Across a bead curtain, Rong Tong coughed weakly a few times and shook his head sadly.
"Can I let Pindao check his pulse?"
A pale hand stretched out from the bead curtain. Master Qingxu stretched out three fingers and placed them on her pulse. The touch of his fingertips was like lifeless cold white porcelain. He felt bad and injected a stream of spiritual energy into her. Rong Tong showed no resistance and allowed him to explore her body.
Master Qingxu concentrated for a long time, his brows gradually furrowed.
"How could this be?" He murmured, "The spiritual circuits in your body are even more disordered than before..."
He couldn't bear to go on and said that the spiritual energy in this young junior sister's dantian fluctuated greatly, as if she was experiencing an endless tsunami. The dantian is where the source of spiritual power of monks gathers, and such symptoms appear, There is a high probability that this monk's life's work will be wiped out.
The most frightening thing was that her left chest was completely empty, her heart had completely disappeared, and now it was only supported by her Dantian, which was on the verge of being broken. This meant that even if she was knocked back to an ordinary person, she would not have a few days left to live.
"Senior brother...you've already come to this...you don't have to hide it from me..." Rong Tong withdrew his hand, put his arm on his eyes, and his voice was soft and breathy.
Master Qingxu stopped talking for a long time, and finally his thousands of words turned into a sigh.
"Junior sister, Nan Jin and his party, what happened to you?"
Everyone in the inner sect of Kunlun came back safe and sound, but the only one who was missing was the former peak master of Sword Peak, who had the highest cultivation level among the group, and the Zuo Shilang of Si Ji Hall, the highest-ranking official, was seriously injured.
"I really...don't really remember," Rong Tong's left hand slipped weakly.
She closed her eyes and murmured, as if reminiscing, but also as if she was about to fall asleep, "On that evening last winter, I was attacked by Master Shang Qin in the palace of Bian'an City... He used the Xuanhuang's weapon. Chuang's Basala Dance, his knife speed was so fast that I couldn't even see all his moves. Later, he blew himself up for no apparent reason. I originally thought that the matter was over, but I didn't expect that his body was getting worse... Maybe it was because of them. What kind of sinister spells are there among those who form cliques for personal gain..."
"I'm afraid it's not Shang Qin." Master Qingxu couldn't stop shaking his head before he finished listening, "You have fought against demons before, and you don't know when you were attacked. You must know that the toxicity of their medicines is ever-changing. You... ..”
"Senior brother, I only have one question." She said calmly, "Do I still have a way to save myself?"
He thought about it for a long time, "...that's it, junior sister, have you ever heard of extremely evil things like meteorites? They ignore all the principles of the five elements, the beginning and the end of the elements, and can do whatever they want without any rules. The earth destroys the structure of living things and reshapes them in chaos. The legendary emperors of the Li Dynasty relied on an extraterrestrial meteorite to remain invincible in the world for three thousand years. To this day, there are still remnants of those years left in Zhuzhou, and their physiological changes are irreversible for thousands of years. .... Even Kunlun has not yet been able to decipher their mysteries——"
"In other words, even Kunlun can't save me...right?" Rong Tong concluded for him that he had no cure.
Master Qingxu no longer dared to look into her eyes, and the long silence was his acquiescence.
But how ridiculous it sounds. Emperor Xuan's only direct disciple, a noble girl from an alien continent personally invited by the elders of Kunlun, and a high-ranking member of the Six Halls, are going to die in such a careless manner.
"Then I want to go back," she said calmly, "please inform Yuanjun and ask her to contact my mother clan on your behalf. My family will definitely do everything they can to save me."
"...Junior sister, please wait." He carefully took out the jade slip of communication. No matter how complicated his mood was, he understood that he was just a mouthpiece and had no power to decide anything.
After a while, he put down the jade slip in embarrassment, "Taizhen Yuanjun has spoken...Zhuzhou is supporting Qiong Sang behind his back, and has been included in the warning category by Kunlun...Contacting at this time is equivalent to collaborating with the enemy."
Rong Tong chuckled, "So, do I already belong to the enemy?"
Master Qingxu coughed and changed his words slightly, "Junior sister, of course it is not the case. Zhuzhou is not just the world of one clan, but now the Asura clan is powerful, and the communication formation that connects the two continents has been occupied by them alone. If you want to cross It is really not feasible for them to directly contact Brahmins and the Eight Tribes of Nagas."
She remained calm, "Then I will go back by myself."
Master Qingxu was shocked and said, "Junior sister, what are you doing? The mountains and rivers between the two continents are high and the hardships and dangers of the long journey are extraordinary. What's more, there is a war. With your current physical condition, junior sister, how can you bear it?"
"Just like what senior brother said, Zi Guang is already terminally ill... Ahem, there are always people who are going to die, so why should we care..."
Her breathing was not smooth, and she calmed down for a long time before continuing, "...Besides, it is only human nature for the soul to return to its homeland and the fallen leaves to return to their roots."
Master Qingxu frowned, and he held the hem of the Taoist robe in his hands and crumpled it into a ball unconsciously. The embarrassment on his face was still obvious, "Junior Sister, I cannot make this decision for you. You should understand..."
He is just the mouthpiece of the political hall, but the distance between him makes the expression more euphemistic. Jinmu Yuanjun hopes that Ziguang is a peaceful chess piece held at the fingertips. The chess pieces should not have their own ideas and can only be placed where they should be according to the wishes of the player. It is placed on the chessboard to start the game, and the midfielder fights with the opponent. In the end, it ends up being abandoned for the sake of the "overall situation".
He didn't know how many impeccable and meaningless words he said later on, working for Yuan Jun. These were all necessary qualities for opening his mouth... But gradually he discovered that something was wrong. He lay down across a bead curtain. The little junior sister on the bed seemed to have not made a sound for a long time. He had a bad feeling, fearing that she might be suffering from another poisonous attack, so he said something abrupt in silence and quickly opened the bead curtain to find out——
A pair of drooping almond-shaped eyes raised due to his movement, just in time to meet her gaze, and the hand he used to lift the curtain froze in the light of her tears.
Ziguang she... cried...
"Just for fun." She stopped looking at him and just responded indifferently, her voice was hoarse.
He was at a loss for a moment, not knowing what to do. When he reacted, she had slowly taken out a handkerchief from the bedside and wiped her face bit by bit.
Zi Guang... turns out she can cry too...
No, why do you have such thoughts? Is it just because of the calm, controlled and thoughtful impression she has left on people in the past year?
But she is not yet two hundred years old, with a beautiful appearance, a bright future, a prominent family background, and extraordinary intelligence, but she can only wait for death in a hospital bed. It should be an extremely cruel thing——
"If you wait until I am... gone... in the future," she put down the veil feebly, her gaze falling on a point of nothingness in front of her, "please tell Mr. Tai Zhen Yuan, please don't hold a funeral for me..."
"Junior sister, please don't be like this... the result may not be so bad..." he comforted dryly.
But she didn't seem to hear, and just kept talking to herself, "Isn't this too much to ask for? You can't get any benefits from a funeral, right?"
She laughed, "And you said that Jianfeng's disciples took the lead in smashing my mourning hall. How long will it take to destroy the political hall?"
How could it be possible... He subconsciously wanted to deny it for the first time, but fell silent again as tears streaked down her face under the corners of her smiling eyes.
Jianfeng wouldn't be so extreme, and the presence of several leaders from Zhengshitang wouldn't mean that they couldn't protect a memorial tablet for the deceased. Zi Guang was always awake. She just understood that there would not be any condolence guests who would really care about the person lying in the mourning hall.
But if she could go home, at least her relatives would cry for her, right?
"I... understand," after a long silence, Master Qingxu finally spoke slowly, "I will go to the Political Affairs Hall again for instructions on returning to Zhuzhou."
When the sun turned to the west, Master Qingxu finally left. Baoqin pushed open the door and walked in. In the glow of the sky, she went to Rong Tong's bedside and handed her a cup of warm tea.
"You did a pretty good job."
Rong Tong took it, tilted his neck and drank the tea completely. Finally, he wiped his mouth, and the hoarseness in his throat improved.
"It's not all staged."
She flicked it casually, and a burst of spiritual energy brought the teacup and landed steadily on the table opposite. He lifted the quilt smoothly, jumped out of bed like a normal person, stretched his waist and muscles towards the window.
"If I was really about to die, and my family was thousands of miles away and there was no news, and there were a bunch of big guys around me who were looking forward to my death, I might cry."
She put down her hand and turned her head to look back in the sunset, "It's really sad to think about it a little bit."
Baoqin was silent for a rare moment, "But you are luckier than the previous lady."
"Who says it's not?" Rong Tong smiled, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.
Rong Tong's "serious illness" is such a long story for a child without a mother——
At the beginning of the new year, the Kunlun disciple selection was completed, and the Southern Jin selection quota fraud case was hastily concluded under the instructions of the Political Affairs Hall. Rong Tong submitted a summary to the Political Affairs Hall and immediately reported illness, which was regarded as fulfilling the promise he made to Zhang Wei on New Year's Eve.
Of course, it is definitely not a long-term solution for a perfectly healthy Nascent Soul to pretend to be ill in the inner gate of Kunlun where powerful people gather. In fact, Yunhua Yuanjun sent two elders from the Medical Peak to visit her on the day she came back. Rong Tong was very nervous for a time and begged her grandfather to tell her grandma to get her two pills. Make the spiritual power circuits in your body more chaotic in a short period of time - anyway, all the monk's problems can be manifested through spiritual power. At that time, she kept complaining that she felt uncomfortable and let them diagnose it themselves.
Baoqin didn't comment on Rong Tong's retreat. She only asked Rong Tong, pretending to be sick is not a long-term solution, especially since you have reached such a position. Can the Presbyterian Council allow you to just put down your choices?
I'm not as important as you think. Rong Tong shook his head. I just started working at Si Ji Tang. The department is far from being able to do without me. With my "disease", the existing work at hand will naturally be slow. Hand it over.
What's more, after the Nan Jin case, some people will definitely try their best to obstruct my future reinstatement.
She smiled vaguely, and I was willing to help them, so I pushed the boat for them. When the disease was cured, I would almost be back before liberation.
——Noble, good-for-nothing, lonely, used as a mascot for decoration.
What are you doing? Baoqin shook his head and threw the medicine to her.
But plans can never keep up with changes. On that day, two major medical practitioners in the Transformation Stage had a consultation and the bombshell news was that Rong Tong was diagnosed with an "incurable disease."
The Government Hall was alarmed at that time. The Golden Mother Yuanjun led the top executives of Kunlun to come. Several Yuanjun took turns to explore her eight meridians and Dantian Lingfu, all of them looked a bit a little confused. Not very optimistic. Rong Tong didn't know why, but she was frightened half to death by this battle. In the end, Jinmu Yuanjun left her a sacred rejuvenation pill filled with spiritual energy to die with, and patted her with pity on her face just to pretend to be sick. The skinny shoulders led the people away again.
Rong Tong called out to Baoqin, and Baoqin frowned and fed her an antidote. The two of them stared at each other waiting for the medicine to take effect.
One hour passed, two hours passed... Baoqin injected a stream of spiritual power into her body every once in a while, and his brows furrowed tighter every time. Until daybreak, Rong Tong, who had stayed up all night, asked tremblingly, is your medicine really okay? Don't pretend to be fake and do it for real. What will happen to me?
Baoqin rubbed his forehead with pain. The antidote had taken effect, and the effect of the medicine you had taken before was now completely dissipated. But the spiritual circuits in your body are inherently disordered, and the medicine used to pretend to be sick only aggravates the disorder. In addition...
Rong Tong was so scared that he almost cried. Don't mention the other bosses. Let's talk about anything else together!
Besides, haven't you noticed that your heart has almost stopped——
Rong Tong put his trembling hand on his chest, and raised his head in confusion for a long time, so... it seems so...
Please, please, do monks definitely need a heart?
Baoqin asked back, do you think the monks have broken away from the human realm?
Uh, no, no.
Then the organs necessary for humans are also necessary for monks.
Rong Tong almost blacked out. She forced herself to ask, "Why haven't I noticed anything strange about my body?" You all say that the spiritual circuit in my body is disordered, but when I activate my Dantian, I don’t feel anything is wrong with the operation of my spiritual power!
In order to prove it, she was about to create a fireball on the spot. As a result, the air above her palm began to twist and was extinguished by Baoqin in time.
Don't be impulsive, this is what I'm going to say next! Baoqin said solemnly, in fact, there is nothing wrong with your body.
? ? ? !
This is what troubles me. The various signs that appear in your body, if you put them on ordinary monks, they will be gone for a long time, but my eyes tell me that it is normal for you to be like this now.
Baoqin's eyes are equivalent to half of the resident mind. She can "understand" something as naturally as breathing. In her understanding, Rong Tong's body does not conform to all common sense, but it is itself and has no problem. structure.
Someone should have given you a magical elixir to cover up this physical condition before, but it is obviously gradually losing its effectiveness over time. The medicine I gave you was probably a catalyst that caused it to completely lose its potency.
Rong Tong was stunned. She couldn't digest it. Bao Qin's few words seemed to contain more information than the previous medical practitioners who diagnosed and treated her terminal illness...
In all the chaos, she only had time to react to one thing - people need a heart, and she was considered normal without a heart, so was she still a human?
She struggled for a day, and that night she started the routine of returning to light in a daze. When she opened the mental method "The Mysterious Way of the Mysterious Spirit", she was suddenly shocked. If her own spiritual power circuit had always been irregular, then she How does the spiritual power cycle that has always followed the rules proceed?
The so-called "thinking about it" was so scary that she hurriedly went to Langhuan Pavilion overnight and took away a whole cabinet full of the "Basic Theory of Spiritual Power Operation" series, which she and Baoqin spent more than ten nights chewing on. , and read it word for word against the "Xuan Ling Miao Dao", and finally came to the conclusion that this thing that Ziguang brought from his hometown was a piece of garbage that was very successful in pretending to be high-spirited. In fact, it used The absorption rate of its spiritual power is very low. If a normal person practices in this way, the vital spiritual power transformed into the Dantian will be very low.
But Rong Tong has obviously never encountered such a problem, and even her cultivation progress is much higher than the average of the cultivation world, otherwise the two of them would not have discovered this huge pit until now.
If everything goes against common sense, will even my so-called cultivation progress be an illusion? She suddenly came up with a more terrifying hypothesis.
Miss, have you returned to Siji Hall with the Spirit Trial Tower you brought back from the Southern Jin Branch? Baoqin said with a deep look in his eyes.
Rong Tong patted her head and began to rummage through the Qiankun bag. The stone tower several meters high fell to the ground with a bang. She put her hand on it with complicated emotions. The two of them watched nervously as the light on the tower lit up layer by layer. It rose, and suddenly fell back to the bottom. Rong Tong felt that his unbeating heart was lifted into his throat. As a result, the light swooped up again, and then rose and fell like chicken blood, representing the spiritual root. The colors shone brightly, and for a moment her bedroom looked like a disco scene.
She looks disheveled, what's going on? Isn't the spirit trial tower broken?
Baoqin didn't respond to her voice, and just waited quietly. In the dead silence for almost half an hour, the indicators of the Spirit Trial Tower finally began to stabilize, flashing slightly up and down on a certain horizontal line. Although the representative can’t say for sure, the valuation is around here——
In the Great Perfection of the Nascent Soul stage, all the colors of the spiritual roots are lit up. Either the purple light is the five spiritual roots, or her spiritual roots cannot be detected.
The expression on Rong Tong's face was as dreamy as the colorful lights in the room. A dozen days ago, she was still making a plan for herself to advance to the middle stage of Nascent Soul. Now she suddenly told her - Hey, you are only one step away from the stage of transformation. So far away!
She hesitated, so...when did this happen?
Huo Qin shook his head. In my opinion, you are still in the early stage of Nascent Soul.
Rong Tong had a expression on his face, and so did I.
Obviously not only the two of them, but even Mahayana monks like Jinmu Yuanjun didn't find any clues.
So the question is, which result should we believe?
Rong Tong first proposed a plan to find a few spells that could only be used at the Nascent Soul Dzogchen level. If she could successfully release them, wouldn't it be proven true?
But Baoqin passed this directly. The reason is that spells with realm restrictions are generally inclined to large-scale destructive attacks. As for Rong Tong's current garbage micro-management, it is too easy to cause major accidents, and I am afraid it will be even more serious. There is no way to hide it from the Presbyterian Church.
She proposed a more reliable negative proof method - waiting for the divine catastrophe.
The monks' practice is to go against the will of heaven and not tolerate gods and ghosts. Especially when they advance to the Nascent Soul stage and ascend to the realm of immortality, they must suffer the most dangerous thunder catastrophes, which are commonly known as big and small catastrophes in the world of cultivation. But in fact, the promotion of every realm will attract obstacles from the way of heaven, and the forms are also strange and varied. These are all collectively called heavenly tribulations.
So after Rong Tong was shocked to hear the bad news about her spiritual power circuit, she had another realm of Schrödinger's cultivation - before the divine catastrophe came, she had the possibility of both the early stage of the Yuanying and the perfection of the Yuanying. ... During the day, she slumped on the hospital bed and accepted condolences from all walks of life. The sad look on her face that could have made her play Sister Lin in a c-bit role was probably not an act.
That is to say, during those days, Kunlun's top executives came in and out of Tianbao Pavilion like a stream of water, and even many powerful people who had never seen the dragon in the past came to show their respects. Regardless of whether they knew each other or not, everyone who came to visit had the same look of pain on their faces, as if a memorial service was being held in front of a living person.
She couldn't help complaining to Baoqin at night. If she really valued Ziguang so much, shouldn't she not give up the rescue until the last moment? It would be too shameful to ask every high-level monk to come to her and check in and then leave, right? !
On the contrary, the chieftains and officials she had trained for a while, as well as the six minor officials who volunteered to stand beside her in the Southern Jin Dynasty, had not come to visit her in the past few months since she was "sick". Until late one night, her jade slip received an anonymous text message from an anonymous sender, which left a location in the deep forest near Wangyue Peak. She traced the source of the message and found that the other party had destroyed the jade slip that sent the message, and the text message was also there. It expired after a moment, as if no one had ever sent her the message.
It was probably them, Rong Tong said. Feng Yuji discussed the feasibility of message encryption with the official Lang Guan who built the hall. Finally, the simple and crude method of directly destroying the source of the message was even casually suggested by Rong Tong, who was observing.
So they took a risk and went to the meeting in the dark. There was no one in the deep forest at the foot of the mountain, but they found an ordinary wooden box under the dead branches and leaves at the coordinates - probably they were trying every possible means to avoid being noticed by some people.
On the top floor of the box lies a metal collar. The shape is quite simple and post-modern. There are neatly written handwritten pieces of cloth underneath. They are from Feng Yuji, Li Jingxun and four minor officials from the Sixth Hall. They are just six letters. When I took it out, it turned out to be a full pile. There was no sympathy for the pain or gorgeous words of comfort in the whole article. Even Li Jingxun was actively contributing his own inquisition about the magic poison that he had heard sporadically from the mouths of other seniors. and the person who made the most long remarks was the member of the construction hall. He first comforted Rong Tong not to be too afraid. Kunlun has developed to this day, and the toxins of the demonic path can be cured in many cases. In order for her to believe it, he also gave a few examples——
In the 624th year of the Kunlun New Calendar, when Lord Shangqing led Kunlun to encircle and suppress the demonic path, he once cured a poisoned person who had been half demonized, which caused a sensation in Jiuzhou. After the patient recovered, he lived for another 120 years. Because he failed to advance to the Nascent Soul stage, the gods and humans declined and died.
In addition, before the Xinyou Incident, curing monsters and demon-contaminated objects has always been one of the main directions of the construction hall. As of three hundred years ago, there were a total of 208 recorded cases of the disease, of which 51 were completely cured, with a success rate of nearly one-quarter.
The metal ring left to her by Yuan Wailang was the so-called "punch clock" used by colleagues in the construction hall to authenticate each other in its heyday. Two hundred years ago, those elites ran away en masse. Those who could not be moved were destroyed, and the bits and pieces were destroyed. Seized by the Presbyterian Church. Only this ring was kept by him, an unknown person, by accident. Now he is risking his life to leave it to Rong Tong. If the Presbyterian Council is also "helpless", I hope she will immediately set off to find those things that were created back then. Tang Elite, this metal ring may be able to help her.
It turns out that even if the news is blocked, there are still people across mountains and rivers who can detect the clues of the Presbyterian Church and implicitly advise her not to trust it.
Rong Tong's face was darker than ever before, and she slowly closed the wooden box - Holding the piano, passive giving up is equivalent to murder.
Is it really just like the most superficial reason, because Zhuzhou supports Qiong Sang and has a falling out with Kunlun, so Ziguang, the noble girl from Zhuzhou, has lost all meaning?
Baoqin said, then, miss, let’s leave Kunlun.
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I am being severely beaten by society every day. I can’t help but say this through gritted teeth.
