"Is there any saying that aliens have qi?" Ling Muyun asked tentatively.
"Of course! All things Yin and Yang have Qi! Without Qi, these thousands of realms are not far from being annihilated." Zhuge Qing said firmly.
The First Emperor unified the world and suppressed Liuhe. What a glorious sight?
But in the face of the invasion of foreign tribes, they are still stretched thin and unable to cope.
In the end, the First Emperor showed mercy and borrowed the five hundred years of Qin's national fortune to Huang Shigong to suppress the spirit of the aliens.
"If Huangshi Gong hadn't framed the First Emperor, it's unclear whether the thousand-year bloody battle would have happened again in the Nine Provinces." Zhuge Qing sighed.
"Then what's the mystery behind the thousand-year bloody battle you mentioned?" Ling Muyun continued to ask.
Thousands of years ago, King Zhou and King Wen each showed their magical powers.
Jiang Taigong held the list of gods and consecrated 365 righteous gods. It seemed huge, but in fact, King Wen used the spiritual platform to borrow the luck of ancient times to overwhelm the great Shang Qi.
The Yin Shang Dynasty was destroyed, but King Wen refused to give up. In the end, he broke his promise and failed to fulfill his promise.
In ancient times, they were too angry to break through the barrier and came back to the world, and were called aliens.
At that time, the monks who did not participate in the Battle of the Gods fought against the aliens and ended up victorious. It was called the Millennium Bloody War.
Half of the eight hundred princes entrusted by King Wen were related to the thousand-year bloody war.
"How do you know so clearly?" Ling Muyun looked at the serious Zhuge Qing and asked.
"Speculation!"
"Isn't that just nonsense?" Ling Muyun curled his lips and said deliberately: "Isn't this ten thousand-year-old iron spirit made up by you to deceive me?"
"It's not unreasonable! King Wen's Lingtai is so ingenious that it is indeed used by Qi Shu!"
Zhuge Qing's face remained unchanged, with a solemn expression: "If it weren't for the First Emperor's chariots traveling on the same track and writing the same text, there might be some writings to prove this thousand-year bloody battle. However, I peeked at a book in the family collection, which records the ancient prehistoric times. , indeed similar to today’s alien races.”
"At least the physical features are similar."
Zhuge Qing added.
"According to your speculation, wouldn't it be true that after a thousand years of reincarnation, the foreign races were in Yao, Shun, and Yu?" Ling Muyun followed Zhuge Qing's guess and speculated upward.
"Shun forced Yao, Yu forced Shun, Tang defeated Jie, and King Wu defeated Zhou. Of these four kings, the ministers killed their kings!" Zhuge Qing's eyes showed a deep look.
"After Shun came to the throne, he humbly accepted remonstrances, punished traitors, and exiled the four evildoers: Gonggong, Badger Dou, Sanmiao, and Gun." Ling Muyun shook his head: "There is no final conclusion about what happened between Yao, Shun, and Yu, but the four evildoers Perhaps there is something going on, and the current location of the foreign tribes is similar to what Mencius said: Shun and Liu worked together in Youzhou, released Huanduo in Chongshan, killed three seedlings in Sanwei, and killed Gun in Yushan."
"I didn't expect that Mr. Ling is so well-read that he puts a certain family to shame."
"Let's not mention whether this inference is accurate or not. It is also based on King Wen's Lingtai borrowing ancient luck. It seems a bit unfounded."
"That makes sense! The time has come. I have to take care of the soul-calling lantern, so I won't leave for now." Zhuge Qing glanced at the sun in the sky and left in a hurry.
Ling Muyun was hungry, thinking about the two people's misty words in his mind, and hurried back to his residence.
The moment he opened the door, a familiar figure was sitting on a chair, chewing the food on the table.
"Jia Nianxi?"
He just understood the Ten Thunders. Is this Jia Nianxi here to practice with him?
"Brother Ling, what kind of hospitality is this? I'm just eating two of your legs of lamb. You're so stingy that I won't eat it." Jia Nianxi threw the half-eaten leg of lamb on the table, pouted, and said He looked aggrieved.
"What are you doing here?" Ling Muyun hid his thunder spell and looked at Jia Nianxi warily.
"It's not Sima Wei who begged me to help you recruit talents, otherwise I wouldn't bother to see you!" Jia Nianxi became angrier as he spoke: "Chasing me in Dingbeicheng! Chasing me in Qiuci! Nothing good will happen if I meet you!" Do you have a grudge?"
Jia Nianxi once followed Sima Wei into Dingbeicheng, so Jia Nianxi's statement that the king of the northwest sent him is somewhat credible.
"Where is Liang Yin?" Ling Muyun used his true energy and asked without noticing Liang Yin's hidden figure.
"Didn't Liang Yin die last year? And his miserable father, Liang Xi." Jia Nianxi tilted his head, stood up from the stool, and sat on the bed.
"The one you rescued in Kucha Xunfeng!"
"Are you talking about the mirror?" Jia Nianxi held his chin with his hands: "I don't know, maybe the cat is healing in some cave."
"Then what are you doing here?"
"Didn't I tell you, Sima Wei is asking me to help you."
"What benefits did he give you? The secret realm?"
"Then how can I tell you?" Jia Nianxi lay on Ling Muyun's bed and continued: "If you don't need it, just tell Sima Wei, it will save me trouble."
"Yes! Why don't you need it?" I didn't know Jia Nianxi's life experience at first, so I had a trace of curiosity. Besides, as the king of the northwest, it was better to find a helper for myself than to be like a headless fly.
Jia Nianxi has lived a long time and has seen a lot, so he may be the best candidate for the Shenxiandu.
After thinking through this, Ling Muyun happily accepted Jia Nianxi as his "partner".
"Brother Ling, let's set off tomorrow morning and rest early today." Jia Nianxi yawned, feeling sleepy.
"You sleep here, where should I sleep?"
"Brother Ling, theoretically, I'm only eight years old. You wouldn't have evil thoughts about a child, would you?" Jia Nianxi blinked and looked at Ling Muyun: "If that doesn't work, I'll ask my mother to talk to you."
"No, no! I'll go find General Tu to arrange another room."
When Ling Muyun thought of Jia Nanfeng's terrifying face and disgusting aura, he couldn't help but shudder, picked up half a mutton chop, and ran out of the room as if he was running away.
"Giggle"
Behind him, Jia Nianxi's laughter came.
"Eight years old...it's too young to say eighty years old..."
Ling Muyun asked Tu Haojie to find another room to stay for one night.
"The King of the Northwest... is he a righteous man? My father's unfinished ambition?" After thinking about it, he fell asleep in a daze.
The next day.
Jia Nianxi and Ling Muyun set off.
Zhuge Qing and Tu Haojie came to see him off, but the Northwest King did not show up.
Let’s leave aside some words of farewell.
After leaving Shenxiandu, there is the ten-mile natural chasm.
"You have to be careful when walking here." Ling Muyun reminded kindly.
"Tch!" Jia Nianxi snorted disdainfully: "Mother, my daughter is tired!"
After saying that, a black energy surged out from behind Jia Nianxi. Jia Nanfeng walked out of the black energy and fell straight to the ground.
Before Ling Muyun could react, Jia Nianxi stepped on Jia Nanfeng's back.
"Whoop" the strong wind suddenly rose, Jia Nianxi "rided" Jia Nanfeng, and disappeared in front of Ling Muyun in just two breaths.
Ten miles of natural chasm is like walking on flat ground.
"Ugly, it's a bit ugly, but it's easy to use." Ling Muyun praised it and followed closely.
The last time he walked this road was at night, but during the day, Ling Muyun finally understood Tu Haojie's words, "The moonlight is just right, and during the day, more people will die."
Looking up, there are towering cliffs covered with crumbling snow.
Looking down, there is a cliff of ten thousand feet, dark and bottomless.
The path is narrow and only accessible to people.
During the day, walking on this kind of road is really scary.
