Chapter 222 Test whether it is a pheasant or a phoenix, take it out for a walk...

The first year of the Aura Recovery, February 27th, 9:56, Abnormal Events Management Bureau Capital Headquarters Conference Room.

Ning Changkong finished his nearby mission and stood at the door of the headquarters of the Foreign Affairs Bureau. Someone led him into the conference room.

After all, he was tall and slender and was wearing a mask. If he stood there any longer, someone would pick up their phone and take a picture of him.

"Senior Ning." Zuo Langning, who arrived earlier, saluted him. She was wearing a black combat uniform of the Alien Bureau today.

Yes, modern clothes are more suitable for fighting. It's a pity that he has to rely on this costume bought wholesale online to show off his style. Alas.

The atmosphere in the conference room was quite depressing, but everyone was generally friendly to him - the merits won on the battlefield are always solid.

"There is blood on your clothes." Zuo Langning reminded in a low voice.

Ning Changkong looked in the direction she pointed and found it indeed.

He thought for a moment and said seriously, "It's not mine."

Zuo Langning was choked by his words, but still asked what she was curious about: "Have you just finished your mission?"

"Yeah." He replied, unwilling to explain too much.

Zuo Langning was secretly surprised. She had heard about Ning Changkong's workaholic nature. In the era of short videos, everything can be seen on the Internet.

The flames from the burning of plants were frequently reported on television, and cameras captured the corners of his clothes. Ning Changkong was frequently on missions, and was frequently captured by cell phone cameras.

Perhaps because he wears a mask and avoids people, his mysterious demeanor arouses people's desire to explore him. Some people search the Internet for his videos every day and track his mission schedule like they would a star.

Zuo Langning had seen some summaries before. Just looking at the lists, there could be as few as five or six items listed in a day, and as many as nearly ten. The video release times were evenly distributed in various time periods, including late at night and early morning.

She sighed, “Words are still not as impactful as seeing it with your own eyes.”

Chi Zhaoming walked into the conference room. He looked obviously tired. The white hair on his temples had been dyed because he was going to attend a press conference. Otherwise, the white hair would have been more white than before.

At the beginning of the meeting, the executive department, R&D department and other departments reported on this, and came up with a conclusion that many people present had already vaguely reached in their minds:

There are frequent incidents of abnormal violence, and there are human factors involved.

Indeed, there are many troubles that arise naturally from the explosion of spiritual energy, such as the increase in vengeful spirits and the sudden transformation of animals; there are also people with ulterior motives, such as monks who rob banks and monsters that block the road...

However, the abnormally high desire for fighting and violence, and the irrational behavior of some arrested practitioners and monsters, have exceeded the impact of the spiritual energy explosion.

"When we were checking those monks who behaved abnormally, we detected a special evil spirit." The head of the R&D department looked grim.

Ning Changkong closed his eyes slightly, as expected.

Chu Qingge discovered this early on, and the two of them had already studied it carefully.

It has the special characteristic of eroding spiritual power, and has the emotional effect of bewitching people and stimulating the dark side.

"Compared with the two samples collected before, it has traces of artificiality." Chu Qingge made the final decision.

This kind of evil energy is quite rare. Not everyone can be attacked by two different subspecies of evil energy like him - once in the Palace of Queen Mother of the West in the Kunlun Mirror, and once under the claws of the three demons in the Mountain, River, and State Map.

Therefore, the R&D department cannot be sure that the evil spirit was man-made, but they cannot escape the fact that it was spread by humans.

Moreover... "There is no defensive means at present. This energy is too complex, and the existing protective arrays are ineffective in detecting it."

Yes and no. Chu Qingge made it clear that she couldn't come up with a good protection method for the time being. But...

"Can I interrupt for a moment?" Ning Changkong raised his hand, and everyone's eyes turned to him.

He said calmly: "My spiritual power may be of a special nature...it has a miraculous effect on this kind of evil power."

This is the secret of the Phoenix's spiritual power.

The conference room was filled with gasps and whispers. The head of the research department was so excited that he wanted to bring in samples for his experiments.

Chi Zhaoming interrupted and said, "Let's continue with the meeting first, and then we can talk about bothering Senior Ning to do the test."

He greeted the head of the research department and Ning Changkong and said, "We will discuss the detailed schedule after the meeting."

Both agreed. The head of the research department continued to report, but his tone was more excited.

With hope, the situation suddenly became less serious.

Ning Changkong pulled himself together and tried hard to stay awake.

I lay in bed and felt a sharp pain in my chest. At this moment, I was extremely sleepy.

Should he find some online courses to listen to before he goes to sleep?

Zuo Langning glanced at Chi Zhaoming. His expression was still as serious as usual, and it was impossible to tell what he was thinking.

After the meeting, the director of the research department hurried over to Ning Changkong, shook hands with him warmly, and was about to take him to the research department when he was stopped by Chi Zhaoming.

"I have something to discuss with Senior Ning today. Minister Shi, could you please wait a little longer?" He looked calm.

Zuo Langning stood quietly at a distance, holding a sword.

Minister Shi was stunned at first, then he readily agreed: "Then I'll go make some preparations first." He left a communication talisman and left in a hurry.

"Senior Ning," Chi Zhaoming looked straight into those deep red eyes, "I have something to ask of you."

The first year of the spiritual recovery, February 27th, 11:07, the streets of the capital of China.

There has long been gambling going on the Internet regarding Ning Changkong's true identity.

It’s easy to guess, but also hard to guess: the fire attribute aura, plus the bird mask, has already locked the direction of the guess.

The question is, there are so many birds that use fire, which one is the Vermillion Bird, the Golden Crow, the Bifang... or the Phoenix?

Chu Qingge whispered, "Chi Zhaoming doesn't believe you."

"It's normal not to believe it," Ning Changkong said nonchalantly, "He helped Li Bo lure the tiger away from the mountain and opened the Tongshan illusion, and then a person who looked like a phoenix appeared. If it were me, I would also be suspicious."

The Illusion of Tongshan is the legendary secluded place of the Phoenix.

No matter how animatedly ordinary people chat, practitioners will always be thinking about the sign of "the coming of the phoenix".

Zuo Lang led him and walked half a step ahead of him.

Ning Changkong stared at the black veil tied on Zuo Langning's arm, thinking of the same one worn by the old Taoist priest and Yue Jingting at the meeting, and couldn't help but speak: "Master Zuo, I see the black veil on your arm, and I would like to ask... has someone in your family passed away?"

Zuo Lang paused and said, "Hmm."

She hesitated, how should she describe Lin Jinsong?

Her student’s friend, her friend’s junior fellow student, the child she once rescued with her own hands?

Finally, she just said, "Appreciative youngsters."

"Ah." Ning Changkong sighed apologetically, "I didn't mean to touch upon your sorrow, Master Zuo."

He thought for a moment and said softly, "After the spiritual energy has revived, I see signs of chaos in this world... It has become increasingly difficult to protect myself and those around me, especially the children."

"I didn't take good care of him." Zuo Langning slowed down his pace and felt a little depressed.

This is what Ning Changkong was worried about. When he met her on a mission a few days ago, he felt that something was wrong with her.

But what could he say as Ning Changkong? Bringing up this matter was already extremely offensive.

How could he tell her that even without the step provided by Chi Zhaoming, he would find his own way to death, so she didn't have to worry?

"There are many things that are unexpected, such as the revival of spiritual energy." Ning Changkong said as softly as he could, "The person has passed away. Master Zuo, please accept my condolences... Maybe you don't need to be so hard on yourself."

"Thank you, Senior Ning." Zuo Langning said in a low voice, stopping in front of an ancient door.

"This is the mansion that suddenly appeared and that Chief Ike asked you to investigate."

The door is decorated with a phoenix pattern with wings spread and head held high.

Chu Qingge said, "The place where the phoenix lived in the human world a thousand years ago, Jinwu Garden."

"The person living here now should be the Phoenix's former servant, the ancestor of the Hundred Birds Clan."

The first year of the spiritual energy recovery, February 27th, 11:15, in front of Jinwu Garden, the capital of China.

Chu Qingge commented: "It seems that an expert is needed to test you."

Ning Changkong sighed: "Whether it's a mule or a horse, a pheasant or a phoenix, you have to take it out for a walk."

He nodded to Zuo Langning: "I understand. Master Zuo, please go back."

Zuo Langning met his eyes and suddenly felt suspicious.

She thought that Senior Ning might already know everything.

She thought of the most widely circulated video on the Internet, the one in which Ning Changkong spoke in front of the camera for the first time.

He tried his best to turn his back to avoid the camera's pursuit. The staff of the Bureau of Differentiation shouted off-screen, "The Bureau of Differentiation is performing official duties! Don't film!", but no one cared because the troublesome monster had been subdued.

Ning Changkong helplessly turned his head to the side, revealing the lower half of his face that was not covered by the mask, causing the flash lights to flash more frequently.

The night made that half of the face look as white as the white jade mask.

He said: "I am carrying out my official duties. Please stop filming."

Zuo Lang thought. Suzaku, Jinwu, Bifang, Phoenix, they all wanted to gamble on the divine bird, and it should not be just because the flames rising to the sky were too dazzling.

It was especially because that voice was helpless and indulgent, as if it was a divine beast that treated humans like children, obeying humans in everything and giving them whatever they asked.

The first year of the spiritual energy recovery, February 27th, 11:17, Jinwuyuan, the capital of China.

As soon as Ning Changkong entered the door, he felt a gentle aura pulling him and guiding him.

At the end of the road, he walked into the tea room where guests were received.

Behind the rising steam, a handsome white-haired man was tending to the tea leaves and tea sets in a somewhat unfamiliar manner.

His white hair fell on his shoulders, forming a sharp contrast with his black outer robe. The collar of his wide-sleeved outer robe was slightly open, revealing a bright red lining.

The Phoenix Feng Qingwu's attendant, Bai Xian, whose real identity is Bai Yan.

Ning Changkong lifted his coat, walked over the threshold, and sat down on the chair in front of the man.

Bai Xian raised her emerald green eyes slightly and looked at him carefully.

The people from the Alien Bureau showed him many videos of Ning Changkong. He was reluctant to watch them at first, but after one look, his eyes were glued to them.

He has followed Feng Qingwu for nearly a hundred years, so how come he couldn't recognize that the person in the video was not him?

But that mask and that spear clearly belonged to the owner.

Something that should have been sealed forever in the Kiriyama fantasy world.

As they advanced up to this point, there was no movement in Jinwu Garden's defensive formation, which proved that he was indeed the bloodline of his master.

The heart that had been silent for a long time began to beat again.

"Don't be afraid." Bai Xian softened his tone, "Take off the mask, kid."