In the evening, when the high priest was free, Dorna took Qiong Yi to see her.
The priest lived deep in the hinterland of Guma Rock. Qiong also carried a torch and followed Dorna to the back of the stone city. Every step was downhill. After half an hour, the rocks beside him turned into bushes. When they arrived At the bottom of the slope, you feel like you are in a small oasis, with a gentle environment, like spring.
There is a building in the center of the oasis. Dorna said: "This is the residence of the high priest."
Qiong Yi originally thought that the place where Gu pills were refined would be dark and gloomy, but he didn't expect the scenery here to be unexpectedly beautiful.
In front of the wooden house, Dorna half-stretched her hand and knelt down to salute. The posture of the salute was very familiar. It was exactly the same as the salute made by the soldier who wanted to kidnap her the day before she left Qingfeng Town. Until now, Qiong also I still can't figure it out, and I feel contradictory everywhere: Who sent the robbers, and how could I be targeted? He saluted himself, didn't it mean that his status was extraordinary? He couldn't possibly be from the Suhe family. Could it be that he was from another surname that Kunzhai was in power?
The old voice of the high priest interrupted Qiong Yi's thoughts: "Come in."
Dorner responded and the two entered the house.
The high priest was sitting at the table, fiddling with strange herbs in his hands. His wrinkled face was full of wrinkles, layered on top of each other. At first glance, he looked like a weathered old man. Qiong Yi doesn't think she is just an ordinary old man. With a little awareness, he can realize that her aura is strong and her cultivation level is even higher than his own.
The priest stared at Qiong Yi: "Is it her?"
Dorna bowed: "Well, it's her."
The high priest half-turned around and waved to Qiong Yi: "Little girl, come here."
Qiong Yi walked over and sat down on the chair at the opposite table according to her instructions. The high priest said: "Stretch out your hand."
Qiong Yi was wary, but she handed over her hand as instructed. The old priest pressed her hand with great force, as if to lock her meridians. At that moment, Qiong Yi raised his hand to catch the wind, and placed it in front of her, Suddenly strong winds gusted and items on the table clattered. Dorna was frightened, fearing that she would anger the priest and that the priest would hurt someone: "Lu!——"
The old priest was unfazed by the chaos and simply said: "Since you don't believe me, why do you still come here to ask for an audience?"
Qiong Yi was afraid that something had happened to him and that he would be unable to recover and return to the Middle Earth. He stopped and said, "Please forgive me."
"Since you are asking for help, you should be polite." The priest snorted coldly, took a cup and a knife, and put it on the table: "Put some blood."
Qiong Yi hesitated for a moment, and then the high priest said: "There is no need to be so cautious, the knife is not poisonous. If you are also a child of the desert, I will not attack you."
Qiong also played with the sharp knife and smiled: "What if not?"
"Haha." The high priest also laughed: "For the sake of saving Dorna in the past, I will just drive you away."
Qiong Yi curled her lips: "I'll trouble you, then." After saying that, she hung her hand on the tea cup and tightened her grip on the blade. The blood from her palm gurgled out and dripped into the cup.
Seeing that the blood was enough, the high priest stopped her, and Dorna handed her a white gauze to wrap around her hand.
The priest held the cup in front of him, took out a young green branch from his wide gray sleeve, dipped the end in blood, and dotted it on the parchment, as if writing some runes.
Qiong Yi watched quietly. Under the spell of the high priest, the bloody words on the paper slowly ignited with light, twisting on their own like scurrying earthworms, and arranged into different patterns. The priest covered the paper with his old hands, closed his eyes, and seemed to be reading it. After three breaths, he opened his eyes and said: "...Oh, although the blood is not pure, it is connected. He is our Kunzhai's child."
There was no expression change on Qiong Yi's face, neither surprised nor happy, as if she had known the answer a long time ago.
Knew it……
The high priest did not stop, and continued to dip the other end of the branch into blood and sprinkle it on the parchment. The blood that fell on the parchment surged extremely violently. To the priest's expectation, she frowned with a puzzled expression. He came closer to look at the blood lines, and his face was slightly stiff: "It's strange, your life is very short, but your life is long. I have never seen such divination."
Qiong also raised an eyebrow: "What do you mean? Does it mean that my life is short?"
The old priest shook his head: "No, looking at this, you will live a very long time."
what does that mean? Is it possible that I am destined for disaster?
Qiong also felt that this old priest could compete with the fortune-telling Taoist priests in the world, but she did not believe her. Then he asked: "Since you can figure out that I am from Kunzhai, can you figure out who my father and mother are?"
The high priest had a troubled expression on his face, wrote another string of cipher text, and recited an incomprehensible incantation.
She wrote for a long time, until the blood in the cup was exhausted, and then she slowly raised her head: "Their lifeblood has been exhausted. The dead cannot be divined."
Qiong Yi froze, and after a long time he said calmly: "That's it."
The old priest said something again, but Qiong Yi's expression had already dimmed. He felt that the words were complicated, noisy and harsh, and he could not understand anything. When Dorna took her away from the priest, she only turned back and whispered thank you to the old priest.
"...Um, Lu Xiyan, are you okay?"
After leaving the hinterland of the oasis, Qiong Yi remained silent. Dorna saw that something was not right with her and asked with concern.
Qiong Yi sniffed, her head hung extremely low, her shoulders hunched, the wind passed through the strange rocks beside her, making a whining sound, like a cry or a roar, she covered her face with her sleeves, He whispered: "It's okay."
She didn't know what she was feeling sad about. It was obvious that the parents who had raised her up to this age were never her parents who did not exist in her memory. It was obvious that she didn't even know what they looked like, and even if she dreamed of them, she couldn't see their faces clearly. It was obviously the result that she had guessed, but the pain in her heart was so deep and intense. Tears rolled down from her eyes without stopping. She blocked them with her sleeves, but she couldn't block them, and a large piece of her sleeves was soaked. Only in a daze did I realize that in this life, even the last hope of meeting my parents was gone, and even the last glimmer of possibility that they were still alive was completely shattered.
The cold wind penetrated her lungs, and Qiong Yi began to cough violently. She squatted on the spot and cried while coughing. She knew that she was from Kunzhai, so what, she would never belong to the desert.
At this moment, she missed home so much, a home that didn't exist, A Luo, Uncle Chen, and Sheng Xuanyuan. She couldn't stay here any longer, she just wanted to go back.
Dorna stood in the wind to protect her from the cold, patting her shoulder to comfort her: "Lu Xiyan, don't be sad. Although your relatives are no longer alive, your tribe is still there, so you can stay here. As my relative, I will treat you as my sister, and I can ask someone to take you to the royal city to find a living..."
"No." Qiong Yi raised his head, his eyes were red, and his tone was firm: "Dorna, thank you for your kindness, but I want to go back."
"Here..." Qiong Yi stood up and looked at the bright night sky, "This is a foreign country, a distant frontier, and over there." She looked to the east, where the morning star was twinkling: "...over there is mine. home."
"I'm going home. I'm sorry to bother you for coming here, Dorna."
Dorna looked at her blankly, "But you just came today, why don't you leave without staying overnight?"
"No." Qiong Yi lowered his eyelashes, unwilling to reveal his identity as a clan protector disciple in front of him. Dorna trusted her so much that she even told him the Gu Dan about the Rongjun's strength without reservation, so he could only Thank you again: "Thank you for taking me to meet the high priest and solving my doubts for so many years."
She didn't know if she wanted to destroy this Gu refining stone city, and considering that she was alone and weak, if she really tried to do something, she might not be able to leave alive, so she gave up the idea: "Please send me Out of town."
Seeing that she had decided to leave, Dorna couldn't persuade her to stay, so he could only say: "Okay, you must pay attention to safety."
Taking advantage of the darkness, he sent Qiong Yi out of Guma Rock. In the dark desert, Qiong Yi wrapped her thick cloak tightly and walked away under his watch.
Qiong Yi performed a warm gesture and moved his sword across the Gobi desert at high speed. He thought to himself: Counting the time, it’s already the beginning of winter. I still remember the way back. I can reach Guangyang in about half a month. Let’s pretend again. I must go back to Yinyi Courtyard before my birthday, as if I were in seclusion. Otherwise, if my senior brother or master comes to look for me on Baishi Cliff and my escape is revealed, my work will be in vain.
Thinking of this, she speeded up and returned home with all her heart.
*
Kawasawa.
Sheng Xuanyuan couldn't remember how long he had been fighting with him in front of him. The two of them had exactly the same moves and the same cultivation level. They were fighting in the same place and it was impossible to tell who was better.
The strangest thing was that he felt the same pain as the fake in front of him.
When Sheng Xuanyuan stabbed his right arm with a sword, the skin on his right arm was also torn open, with bright red scars appearing, as if to warn that the guy in front of him really had the same origin as his own body.
impossible!
Sheng Xuanyuan gritted his teeth, did not stop the bleeding, and swung his sword again. The person in front of him was also surprised, and he immediately swung his sword to block it.
"Don't you understand yet? You are me, and I am you. If we continue to fight, we will both die here." He deflected a sword with Guimo Sword Qi and rushed forward.
Sheng Xuanyuan only said: "The only one who will die here is you."
"Don't deny it... look at the injuries on your body, are they any different from mine?"
Sheng Xuanyuan kicked him in the chest, and he flew backwards as if he had been kicked.
"What I said is clearly what you think in your heart..." "Sheng Xuanyuan" stabilized his body and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, "Stop deceiving yourself..."
Sheng Xuanyuan clutched his chest and clothes, his mind was shaken.
"Promising to the second brother to be his is obviously yours."
"I'm just! -" Sheng Xuanyuan suddenly took two steps with his sword, but stopped suddenly. Yes, the words were spoken when he was a child, but he didn't understand anything at that time. He had to take responsibility and practice hard. , if you want to become a calm person like your second brother, you will imitate him little by little, live like the shadow of Sheng Zijing in other people's mouth, and act and speak almost the same as him.
But I never want to be a shadow, I never want to be a substitute.
Sheng Xuanyuan raised his sword again, his murderous intention stronger than before. After a few moves, he was killed by the fake in front of him. Leng Feng stabbed into his chest, and a blood hole suddenly appeared on his body. , blood spurted out, covering half of his body. Seeing that he was about to draw his sword, Sheng Xuanyuan immediately held Cheng Ying horizontally, pointed the blade at his neck and stabbed him.
"Click——"
