Watching Zhong Changyao being lifted onto a cart and carried away, Yun Xian slapped his head and said, "Why don't we follow?"
"If you want to catch up, why don't you just go straight there?" Xue Lingxiu was annoyed to death by the little puppy. She just wanted to poke it into the corner and make it stand there as punishment. "These guards are all untrained and can't do anything."
Yun Xian said, "If you go secretly, you might hear different things than if you go openly."
Su Chi put his finger against the puppy's head, and it bit him furiously. He lowered his eyes and said, "If you want to follow, you'll need to use your spiritual energy."
This is annoying.
To be able to use Qing Gong to step onto the eaves in front of so many people without being noticed is indeed something that no ordinary person can achieve. Cultivators can split mountains and crack rocks, so this little bit of light power doesn't consume much spiritual energy. But the current situation is special, and even the smallest mosquito leg is still meat, so it must be used sparingly.
"That's perfect. Six of us can form three pairs, each taking one." Yun Xian calculated carefully. "Fellow Daoist Liu, please take care of Feng Ye. Don't leave him behind, or he'll die. Lingshan, you come with me, and Brother Xue will go with Senior Brother..."
Xue Lingxiu said: "Why bother? It's not like I don't know Qinggong."
Yun Xian guessed that he just didn't want to be with Su Chi, so he said, "Then please go with Ling Shan. Ling Shan's Qing Gong is also very impressive!"
If you can avoid it, then don't. There's a favorable opportunity to take advantage of it. Yun Xian was a lazy person, so Su Chi said nothing. He lowered his head and walked around her waist. Before his fingertips touched her, he seemed to remember something and changed his posture to holding a child.
Yun Xian was carried straight up and flew forward like a light swallow. Although the view was good and the air was fresh, he always felt as if something was wrong: "..."
Hmm? Can't you hold me more comfortably?
The eldest senior brother is really a ruthless person who doesn't talk much. Unless others ask him questions, he usually doesn't say much. Yun Xian can't see his face now, he can only see his broad back and narrow waist. Suddenly, he feels that he doesn't know him at all.
The others had all been together for some time, and Yun Xian even knew whether they liked apples or not.
"Big Brother." Yun Xian's feet moved under his hands and he asked imaginatively, "What do you like to eat?"
She came up with whatever she wanted to say, and Su Chi really replied, "All is fine."
Since they were cultivating immortality, it was natural for them to not eat. However, cultivators were still human before they reached that realm, and as humans, eating was inevitable. Over time, this habit became a habit, and skipping three or two meals a day made them uncomfortable. Yun Xian was the main cause of the discomfort.
Yun Xian: "Don't you have any preferences?"
Su Chi: “No.”
Yun Xian: "Do you have any hobbies? What type of girls do you like? Oh, of course, I'm not assuming you necessarily like girls. There are so many different kinds of people in the cultivation world these days, whether it's demons, monsters, or ghosts, anything is fine."
Yun Xian had this problem: he could be idle about anything except his mouth. He could stop talking about anything except himself. Especially when he was in the mood, he could be incredibly noisy.
Su Chi still gave the same answer: "No."
"No? How could there be no?" Yun Xian asked, "Then what do you usually do?"
Su Chi said, "Practice."
Yun Xian: "Every day? How many hours?"
Su Chi: “Twelve.”
Twelve! Yun Xian was truly in awe. There was actually someone who could practice swordsmanship for twelve hours a day! No wonder he was once the world's number one swordsman. Who else could be stronger?
"Brother, if you are like this, then I recommend that you cultivate the Way of Mercy." Why hasn't he arrived yet? If he doesn't, it will be a bit awkward. Yun Xian chattered on and on: "It really suits you... No, I suddenly remembered something from a long time ago."
Oh, that’s right. She had always forgotten to tell Elder Jiang Xingyao what he said, that the eldest senior brother was about to face a love disaster and was about to face a disaster!
But saying it now would make it seem like her recommendation for someone to practice the Ruthless Dao was a very malicious one. Yun Xian was struggling with this, thinking about it over and over again. When he looked down, he happened to meet Su Chi's gentle eyes.
From this angle, she looked down from above, while he held his head high. There was no coldness in his eyes; there was even a faint, almost imperceptible smile. Perhaps it wasn't a smile, but rather a small flower blooming in the snow, only less cold.
It seems that he was joking when he said twelve hours, but it sounded too serious when he said it, so Yun Xian actually believed such a ridiculous thing.
"It seems like you can keep up with whatever is said." Su Chi said, "I rarely gossip with others."
"I'm definitely good at gossiping." Yun Xian looked down again and saw countless amounts of shoe dust rubbed onto the hem of his snow-white clothes. He didn't seem to mind at all and sighed, "Big Brother, you really have a very good temper."
Looks really easy to bully.
"arrive."
Su Chi put her down, and beneath them was the roof of the palace.
Now it was time to get down to business, and Yun Xian quickly gave up the idea of teasing the good boy. He rolled over and gently stood on the bricks and tiles of the palace, lifting a corner of the magnificent tiles.
I always feel that this perspective is a bit like a flower thief.
Qiao Lingshan followed closely behind and put Xue Lingxiu, whose face was ashen, down from her shoulders. Liu Xu and Feng Ye also landed on the roof. Both of them were clumsy and almost made a sound.
"That's not right." Yun Xian pondered, "There are too many spirits in this palace."
They were packed thick with them, and none of them were high-level spirits, like the one in the black shop. A few spirits were natural in a village without many cultivators, but if so many gathered, they could even disrupt normal human activities. The emperor was just an ordinary person, so how could he not notice that he was living with ghosts all day? He must have been practically blown to a pulp by the cold wind!
Seeing that she was about to make a move, Qiao Lingshan asked, "What?"
Yun Xian: "Go get some more food reserves."
Xue Lingxiu: "Don't go! That thing is so disgusting, how could you have the heart to eat it?"
"Okay." Yun Xian quickly compromised, "I'll go when you're not paying attention."
Feng Ye felt that he was about to be blown into a sieve by Xue Lingxiu's sinister wind.
Liu Xu hadn't reacted yet and was still asking even after reaching the rooftop: "So what are you doing here?"
"Shh!" Yun Xian beckoned everyone to come over and said, "Listen carefully."
On the throne below sat a middle-aged man of noble bearing. Although his temples had already grown gray, he still looked strong and robust. He must have been a handsome man in his youth.
And standing in front of him was Zhong Changyao.
Everyone held their breath until the emperor spoke, "Monk, you have just come here after hearing about the chaos in our country."
"I didn't reveal my identity as a monk when I entered the city." Zhong Changyao said solemnly, "How did Your Majesty figure that out? Could it be that you..."
The emperor closed his eyes and said, "Your Excellency, you don't know that if an ordinary person vomited blood like that, they would have been buried long ago."
Zhong Changyao: "..."
Everyone: “…”
What a unique and intelligence-injuring question and answer session.
Although the emperor lacked any spiritual energy, he seemed to have some understanding of the world of cultivation. "I don't know what kind of bargaining chips the person who gave you the mission gave you. But now that you're here, give up the idea."
Zhong Changyao disagreed, "That demon cultivator has committed countless evil deeds and left countless blood debts abroad. Even if it's not just for the sake of Tang Lingguo, I will find a way to eliminate him. I wonder why Your Majesty is preventing cultivators from entering the city?"
"Do you think no one has come here before?" The emperor raised his lips slightly, as if he had heard a funny joke. "From the Buddhist Land, the Sword Sect, and various sects, large and small, I wonder how many have come here one after another. Even Master Mingfa of the Buddhist Land returned empty-handed. How can you, a young man just starting out, eliminate the Demon Lord?"
What? Even Master Mingfa...
"So what!" Zhong Changyao advanced instead of retreating, saying loudly, "Just because the predecessors failed doesn't mean I can't. We have to try to know the results, right?"
"How arrogant!" The emperor sneered. "Our country has been in this situation for nearly a hundred years. During this period, three generations of emperors have come and gone, countless cultivators have come, and yet the problem has never been resolved. If you had such ability, you would have been famous throughout the world long ago. How could your name not even be mentioned in the Four-way War? If Yun Xian came, she would listen to what she said!"
He actually knew about the Four-Way War!
Qiao Lingshan frowned and pressed down Yun Xian's raised head.
The tail is almost reaching the sky!
Zhong Changyao's sore spot was touched and his expression tightened.
"I know that you, Your Excellency, have come here to ask for something." The emperor was clearly familiar with this kind of rhetoric, offering a date with a stick. He softened his tone and said, "I summoned you here, and naturally I can grant your request."
Zhong Changyao said nothing.
"Tangling Country is rich in mineral veins, as everyone knows. Although the spiritual energy has disappeared, the Demon Lord occasionally bestows gifts, which can prolong the lives of ordinary people and are even more precious to cultivators." The emperor said, "I will give you one of the Xi mineral veins behind the mountain, as well as this Sishui grass."
Sishui grass can not only heal Zhong Changyao's internal injuries, but also stimulate the medicinal properties that have been lingering in his body, allowing him to break through to the Nascent Soul stage in one fell swoop.
Not to mention the Xi mineral vein. Even if it was just a small one, it would be enough for Yun Xian to squander for thirty years.
Zhong Changyao still didn't say anything. The emperor said, "As long as Your Excellency can help me find my daughter, Tang Wuke."
Everyone on the rooftop frowned.
If the emperor wanted to retrieve the princess himself, it would be fine. After all, her life or death was unknown, so it was natural for him to worry about his own flesh and blood. However, anyone with a discerning eye could see that this Sishui grass could not have been a random "reward" from the Demon Lord. If such a rare grass was left in Tang Ling's territory, its spiritual energy would only gradually dissipate. How could it be wasted like this?
I'm afraid that the demon cultivator in the Spirit Severing Stage used this item to bribe people to stop him from hindering his great cause, or even sent cultivators to find the princess. Of course, once she was found, a grand wedding would take place. Two or three years later, she died of an unexplained illness due to "excessive worry"...
"What do you mean by 'my daughter'?" Xue Lingxiu sneered, "That's disgusting."
Qiao Lingshan really wanted to spit on his head. What are you pretending to be?
"I don't know where my daughter has gone. The fire was set by a palace maid, and no matter how we interrogate her, we can't find out. She was Wu Ke's personal maid. They grew up together, but there was always a rift between them. Perhaps jealousy played a role." The emperor said slowly, "Wu Ke was abducted. She wouldn't even step on an ant, so how could she have ordered the palace to be set on fire? She was so well-behaved and kind, it's impossible."
Zhong Changyao said hoarsely, "The black cloths of those people outside...?"
The emperor replied confidently: "Don't worry, there is nothing missing from them."
After saying this, he seemed a little dazed again and added an inexplicable sentence, "Of course, not now. Not among them yet. ... It can only be, in the future..."
His eyes slowly emptied and looked forward.
Everyone just watched helplessly until Zhong Changyao walked forward—
He actually reached out and took away the treasure box containing the Sishui grass.
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