Most martial artists have an intimidating aura about them.
The first one killed several people, and his eyebrows and eyes were full of evil. The second one killed a hundred people, and no one dared to approach him more than a hundred steps away.
The third type is a martial arts master who has a restrained murderous aura and a temperament no different from that of an ordinary person, yet he can kill someone in an instant.
Zong Hao undoubtedly belongs to the third category.
Just like now, Xiao Nanhui felt none of the murderous aura she'd felt that day in the backyard of Prince Xuanyuan's mansion. It was as if the man standing before her was just an ordinary old man. He looked so old and fragile, yet so peaceful and harmless that even the most timid fawn and the most untrustworthy phoenix were willing to get close to him.
Xiao Nanhui took a step forward, and the sole of his boot broke Xincao's soft waist, making a slight creaking sound.
The fawns were startled, their ears and heads erected, and they turned and fled into the dark bushes. The two phoenixes also spread their wings and flew away, and the two white dots were swallowed up by the night in an instant.
"All birds and beasts have spirits. Do you agree with me, Miss Xiao?"
He didn't turn around when he spoke, but he already recognized the identity of the person who came.
I looked for you everywhere but you didn't show up, but just when I was about to leave you showed up.
Xiao Nanhui was in a dilemma, but he quickly decided to put aside the countless versions of his prepared answers and ask the question directly and directly.
After all, he already knew her identity. If the incident back then was really related to him, how could she not know why she came?
"I apologize for disturbing your peace, sir." Xiao Nanhui bowed respectfully, his posture very humble. "I have a question that I don't understand, and I would like to seek an answer from you, sir."
Zong Hao said nothing, but just lowered his head and picked up the scattered green wheat one by one.
He was hunched over and his movements were a little slow. He groped on the ground for a while before picking up a small bunch.
The green wheat was newly grown, thin and soft, mixed in the meadow, and it was difficult to pick out each stalk even in the daytime.
How long will it take to find this?
Xiao Nanhui sighed and subconsciously went forward to help. After picking up a few, she found that the old man was staring at her without blinking.
She paused awkwardly, then handed the small bundle of green wheat in her hand to the other person.
"It's so dark, I'm afraid your eyesight isn't enough..."
She was halfway through her words when she suddenly felt something was wrong and quickly stopped talking, standing there at a loss.
After a while, Zong Hao suddenly grinned.
This was the first time he had shown such an expression in such a long time.
But the smile was fleeting, and then turned into a slightly sarcastic and secretive look.
"So this is why you can be by his side."
Xiao Nanhui thought she had misheard, and when she was about to ask something else, the other party spoke before her.
"I'll ask you a question. If you can answer it, I'll answer your question. If you can't, you'll never be allowed to ask again."
Xiao Nanhui pondered for a moment, felt that he had no room for bargaining, and nodded.
"good."
"The wheat is crisp and tender, while the apple grass is dry and astringent. The deer in this wilderness have tasted the wheat tonight. Will they stay a moment longer for the apple grass?"
This question was strange, but Xiao Nanhui thought about it seriously and said firmly after a while.
"meeting."
The old man's eyes were sharp and his voice was steady.
"Why?"
"Because deer have a survival instinct. In the wilderness, there's little wheat, but plenty of grass. The wheat tastes good, and the grass is filling. Even if they don't eat for one or two days, after three, they'll still stop for the grass."
Zong Hao nodded, but there was no approval in his eyes.
"What the young lady said is very insightful. I hope you will be as vigilant as you were tonight in the future."
There was something behind the other person's words, but Xiao Nanhui didn't want to delve into it.
"Although I don't know what you mean, sir, I have been practicing martial arts since I was young, and those who practice martial arts are always vigilant. You know this best."
Facing her "counterattack", the other party did not show much displeasure, and there was even a hint of compassion in his tone.
"The vigilance you maintain when you're outside the situation is hard to maintain once you're inside it. For the deer, the grass is nothing more than an illusion brought about by my presence. If you forget about it for too long, you'll be stuck in the quagmire. Just like some people are nothing more than a dream brought about by chance to you, if you indulge in it, you'll be trapped in it. Do you understand?"
If he was still a little confused before, Xiao Nanhui began to understand after hearing what the other party said.
The "some people" that Zong Hao mentioned may refer to the emperor.
But for some reason, the moment she realized this, she didn't feel much resistance or fear.
On the contrary, she felt a little happy.
Considering that she was an orphan with no official title and no reputation, yet a figure like Zong Hao could say such words to her, perhaps her sense of existence was not as low as she imagined.
"I've taken note of what you said, sir. Now it's my turn to ask you something." She paused, trying to remain calm, "May I ask the origin of the ribbon on the prayer flag in your hand?"
Zong Hao's expression changed. He was still carefully combing the wheat straw in his hand, but he looked just like the day when he appeared in the backyard of the palace, making people afraid to approach him.
Just when Xiao Nanhui thought he wouldn't get the answer he wanted, the other party finally spoke.
"This isn't an ordinary ribbon, but a tapestry used by the ancient astronomical school of divination to record prophecies. Woven into the tapestry, the threads of heaven and earth, the secrets of heaven are transformed into the warp and weft, leaving it for future fulfillment. Only members of the clan are allowed to interpret it. The most important prophecy will be tied to the national seal and named the Celestial Ribbon." He paused, his voice gradually lowering. "I have traveled for half my life, and I have collected all the prophecies in the world here. Except for one, whose whereabouts are unknown."
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