Chapter 43: Past Events
When Jian An Ning's expression turned completely cold, Ye Huange finally had to keep quiet.
It’s not that she was afraid of the reputation of Qingyun Sect, but because she felt a sense of fear when she looked at Jian An Ning’s expressionless face.
She felt her soul trembling, and her instincts kept clamoring for her to escape.
But why did she run away? This is Mingzhou City, the Ye family's territory!
Ye Huange forcibly suppressed the fear that came from his bloodline, stiffened his neck and said to Lu Fei: "In short, you can't leave."
Jian An Ning stood there with an indifferent expression, showing no intention of retreating.
Everything was silent. The people around looked at the uneasy atmosphere and turned and ran away, fearing that they would be implicated.
But even though everything around her was so quiet, Jian Anning could still hear a faint voice, as if it was coming from far away, mocking her loudly, saying, "Look at yourself, take a good look at yourself."
"How useless! You're just an ordinary person and can't do anything."
Jane Anning knew who was shouting here even with her heels, but she didn't have the time to deal with the person in the mirror.
She stopped talking to Ye Huange, but just pulled Lu Fei up and turned away.
Ye Huange ordered his followers to catch him, saying, "He must be alive. Don't hurt my husband."
The next moment, smoke and dust rose up, and the sound of metal colliding was endless.
The other end.
Fan Qingyue and Jiang Tan walked south of the long street. There were not so many shops here. Instead, there were mostly foreign monks who set up stalls on the spot and sold miscellaneous things.
In addition, there are many people selling sugar figures, calligraphy and paintings, various small gadgets, etc., and the place is extremely lively.
Among them, the voice of a storyteller attracted the attention of Fan Qingyue and Jiang Tan the most.
They followed the crowd and approached, only to see the storyteller slap the wooden stick and begin: "To know what happens next, please listen to the next chapter."
After saying that, the storyteller began to pack up his things, and it seemed that he was really going to close the stall and go home.
"It seems we came at the wrong time. We should have walked faster." Fan Qingyue said with some annoyance.
Jiang Tan thought for a while, then whispered to Fan Qingyue, "Follow him."
Fan Qingyue:?
What does Junior Sister want to do?
But Fan Qingyue still obeyed and did as he was told, so they followed the storyteller into a deserted alley.
The man was exceptionally perceptive. He suddenly turned around and said to the deserted street, "You two have been following me for a long time. What can I do for you?"
"It's nothing important," Jiang Tan said honestly, "I just want to hear what you just said about Cangwu losing the origin of wood and the Fusang sacred tree."
Storyteller: ...
That was not important. He thought he had met a thief who wanted to take his life.
"Everyone in Cangwu, young and old, knows more or less about this event. Why ask me?" the storyteller asked with some doubt.
"Because I heard you explain it very clearly just now, I hope you can explain it in full." Jiang Tan replied politely.
Fan Qingyue suddenly realized something and tried to stop Jiang Tan quickly, but his movements were still a little slow.
The storyteller smiled and said, "You'll get extra money for letting me tell your story."
"It's all up to you how much you want to add." Jiang Tan said, exuding the aura of a wealthy and wealthy person.
The storyteller cleared his throat, took out the bamboo stool he had put away, picked up a stone as a wake-up stick, slapped the wall of the alley, and said, "That's a long story."
"That was an extremely ancient era, when the Qing Jue had not yet been published. Therefore, almost no one in the world could practice it, and even the longest-lived people only lived for a hundred years or so."
"For generations, the noble families of Cangwu have protected the sacred Fusang tree and the origin of wood. Suddenly, one day, a distant visitor from Zhongzhou came to Cangwu to seek the origin of wood and the sacred Fusang tree."
"But these two things are the foundation of the Cangwu family's survival in the world, and we absolutely cannot give them up."
"So, that distant visitor began to rob openly. The aristocratic families suffered heavy casualties, but they were unable to stop the visitor from Zhongzhou from taking the essence of wood and uprooting the Fusang sacred tree. If you go to the Ye Mansion now, you can still see the remaining deep pit."
"After that, Cangwu's strength became significantly weaker than other places. Until now, it has never possessed the power to command the world."
"Even during the previous chaos among the aristocratic families, the Lu family of Dongchang had their sights set on Cangwu. However, they couldn't gain the power of origin by slaughtering the aristocratic families in Cangwu, so they withdrew their ambitions."
Fan Qingyue and Jiang Tan looked at each other. They both came from aristocratic families and had experienced or heard that aristocratic families started attacking and slaughtering each other at some point.
Fan Qingyue asked first, "Do all the noble families originally possess the power of origin?"
The storyteller nodded and said, "The power of origin is dispersed across the five major plates of the world, namely Dongchang, Cangwu, Fuyu, Zhongzhou, and the isolated Yingzhou in the sea."
"However, losing the Origin of Wood and the sacred Fusang tree is also a blessing for the Cangwu families. At least they all survived and did not have to suffer from man-made disasters like other places."
"But the inheritance of aristocratic families is all bloodline inheritance. Could it be that they were originally relatives?" Jiang Tan asked with a frown, very confused.
The storyteller continued, "It's not that they're all relatives. It's just that in the beginning, the noble families did have some common connections with each other. However, what those connections were and when they disappeared are no longer traceable."
"If you two want to verify it, after Cangwu was plundered by that visitor from Zhongzhou, the Ye family still preserved a leaf from the sacred Fusang tree. It records some ancient history. You can go to the Ye family to check it out."
Fan Qingyue glanced at Jiang Tan and thought: What a coincidence, they do have to go to the Ye family.
So Fan Qingyue and Jiang Tan said goodbye to the storyteller and asked passers-by for directions to Ye Mansion.
In a deserted alley, the storyteller counted the money given by Jiang Tan, with a smile on his face.
Suddenly, a voice came from the shadows of the alley, saying to the storyteller, "What are you doing here? The order from that person is to kill all of Cangwu."
A human figure gradually emerged from the shadows. The man was wearing a pitch-black sable fur coat. It was the demon cultivator Murong Jing.
"I just tricked two fools into looking for the Ye family's heavily guarded hibiscus tree leaves."
After the storyteller finished answering, he frowned and said, "How could that person give such a murderous order? Isn't he worried about the karma that will come with his sins?"
"That person probably wants to use karma to draw out the karmic fire, right?" Murong Jing said uncertainly, "But the population of Cangwu is countless, and killing them all would be a huge undertaking."
The storyteller thought for a while and said, "In that case, why not start from Mingzhou City and unite with those guys on the mountain to wipe out Mingzhou City? There is still hope."
Murong Jing laughed when he heard this and said, "Are you not worried about the Ye family's purification spell for those with serious sins now?"
The storyteller chuckled and said, "Aren't there still those guys on the mountain?"
"But, speaking of it, where were the Origin of Wood and the Fusang Sacred Tree taken to?" Murong Jing changed the subject and said in confusion.
Although their action only required a hibiscus leaf, the whereabouts of the two treasures were still a matter of concern.
"That truly happened in ancient times. How could anyone know about it now?" the storyteller said indifferently. "I only know that no matter how earth-shattering their deeds may have been, they have now returned to dust."
"Even if they claim to be descendants of gods and have noble blood, they will eventually turn into dust."
Murong Jing also laughed sarcastically and said, "Yes, I wonder if those arrogant gods are willing to accept these 'descendants' spread all over the world."
North of Long Street.
After the smoke and dust cleared, the Ye family's followers were revealed, crying bitterly, while Jian An Ning and Lu Fei were both safe and sound. They simply stepped over the crowd rolling on the ground and were about to leave.
Ye Huange stomped her feet in anger, but then she realized that force wouldn't work, so she changed her tactics.
"Please stay," Ye Huange said as he stepped forward, "I really have something to hide."
"Since it's hard to say, then there's no need to say it." Jian An Ning didn't care and continued to take Lu Fei away in another direction.
"Wait," Ye Huange gritted his teeth, stamped his feet, and hardened his heart. He raised his hand and set up a soundproof barrier, covering Jian An Ning and Lu Fei. He said, "I think this is okay, right?"
She said awkwardly, "Since you've come to Mingzhou City, you should know that the day of the Ye and Lu families' marriage is coming soon, right?"
Jian An Ning and Lu Fei nodded. They had heard about this from the guards at the city gate.
"But I don't want to marry that person from the Lu family, but those old guys in the family insisted on forcing me to be a bride. My brother promised me that if I had someone I loved, he wouldn't force me to marry into the Lu family."
"Is that why there is a marriage proposal in the embroidery building today?" Jian An Ning asked.
Ye Huange nodded and said, "Yes, if it really doesn't work, just lend me your lover for a few days. I just need to deceive the elders of the clan. I won't really do anything to your lover!"
Jane Anning:?
"No..." Jian An Ning wanted to correct Ye Huange's wrong expression, but Ye Huange continued to speak.
"I swear to God, I just need someone to help me deal with the family."
Jian Anning scratched his head, turned to look at Lu Fei and said, "What do you mean?"
Lu Fei was silent for a moment.
He didn't want to have anything to do with Ye Huange. He always felt that this person exuded an aura of trouble.
However, he also remembered the purpose of their coming to Cangwu.
They originally wanted to sneak into the Ye family to look for Ye Qingzhou's whereabouts. In this case, having a legitimate identity to go deep into the Ye family would be the most appropriate.
"I can help you." Lu Fei stepped forward and said.
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