Chapter 29: Xuanwu, you are not a phoenix... who are you? ...
The first year of the spiritual energy recovery, at noon on March 12, at the foot of Penglai Mountain, Penglai.
"No, you are not the Phoenix..." Xuanwu was confused, "...Who are you?"
Ning Changkong blinked: "If the phoenix you are talking about is Feng Qingwu, then I am his descendant."
Xuanwu was silent for a moment, as if digesting the news.
Ning Changkong asked tentatively, "I have something I want to ask you. Why are you here?"
He asked Bai Xian about this question, but Bai Xian just said it was all old news and he didn't know the whole story.
"Your father did it."
My dad...oh oh Feng Qingwu...ah?
Ning Changkong's eyes widened: "Why?"
Xuanwu sighed and said, "Feng Qingwu gave me a chance to live, and only imprisoned me at the foot of this mountain, and asked me not to mention this matter again."
"Of course I can't ask for it even if I want to. He has put a sealing spell on him. I don't know why he would ask for it..."
Ning Changkong had no choice but to change the subject: "When I returned to Penglai, I found that my predecessor was haunted by evil spirits. Do you know what happened?"
Xuanwu remained silent.
Ning Changkong was really surprised this time: "Is it also related to the Sealing Spell?"
How did the Phoenix cast a spell to seal the events that happened a thousand years later?
“I guess… it’s related.”
Ning Changkong didn't give up: "You..."
"The age of myths is over, kid," Xuanwu interrupted him.
"All my old friends and bosom friends have left, and Feng Qingwu kept me here. I felt it was torture at the time... But now I think that I am glad to be able to protect the lives of people here."
Xuanwu said calmly: "I will use my body to guard the center of the Penglai formation, and I will only be the center of the formation, not caring about worldly affairs... Child, do you understand?"
Chu Qingge commented in a low voice: "It's a very confusing statement, a bit weird."
The sound of Bai Xian's footsteps walking down the stairs could be faintly heard. Ning Changkong turned around, but his mind was completely on Xuanwu.
He said tentatively: "The spiritual energy of the world has revived, and the scenery is as beautiful as in the mythical era. You can take a look and don't have to confine yourself to this."
Xuanwu was a little moved, but did not answer.
"He was not surprised, Changkong." Chu Qingge said, "He was not surprised that the spiritual energy was revived."
Ning Changkong's eyes darkened and he climbed up the stairs.
The first year of the spiritual energy recovery, at noon on March 12, Penglai, Yuxiang, Linghuang Prefecture.
Bai Xian said it himself, that on the night when the spiritual energy was revived, a high concentration of evil energy suddenly appeared at the foot of Penglai Mountain.
Xuanwu clearly lost consciousness on the night of the Lantern Festival, so how did he know about the revival of his spiritual energy?
Could it be that... someone told him before he lost his mind? Or was it the person who brought the evil spirit that night who told him?
Chu Qingge reminded: "We can't guarantee when the evil spirit will appear. It could be a time-delayed bomb."
Ning Changkong was sent back to Linghuang Mansion by Bai Xian and pressed down on the bed, but he didn't hear what he said at all: "All other evil spirits broke out on time on the night of the spiritual energy recovery. There is no reason why Xuanwu's evil spirit would have a time difference."
It doesn't make sense that Xuanwu could know about the recovery of its spiritual energy before being eroded by evil energy.
Bai Xian was recounting to Qing Geng how uncomfortable he felt at the time. Ning Chang Kong* stared at Qing Geng, and Qing Geng assured himself, "I'm not sighing."
Ning Changkong really couldn't eat, so he had to admit that he felt uncomfortable after eating. He just avoided the main point when answering about the symptoms and lied as much as possible.
After checking the pulse and asking about the symptoms, Qing Geng began to palpate: "Young Master, please lie down..."
"Can you not press it?" Ning Changkong had already laid down with a stiff back, but he still couldn't help but ask pitifully.
He has always been afraid of this. The main reason is that it cannot be completely faked, and a certain amount of pain and body reaction must be retained to match the performance of him vomiting whatever he eats.
Qing Geng was unmoved: "Be good, if you don't get checked, your body won't get better."
Ning Changkong turned to someone else for help: "Sister? Can you turn on the pain blocker?"
Chu Qingge calmly analyzed: "You will still feel uncomfortable even if you turn on the pain shielding."
Although his pain shielding level was very high, he could still feel the organ in his abdominal cavity stirring restlessly under pressure, and each pressure caused a twitch.
Ning Changkong tried hard to suppress the acid regurgitation and responded to Qing Geng's question. But with every breath, the surging feeling seemed to intensify.
Finally, he couldn't bear it anymore, so he bent over the bed and vomited.
In fact, his stomach was already empty and he couldn't vomit anything out, so he just vomited some gastric juice and clear water.
Bai Xian patted his back lovingly. Qing Geng was writing a new prescription and telling Bai Xian to pay attention to it.
By this time, everyone had a rough idea of Little Phoenix's personality: meticulous, overly serious, and a workaholic who didn't care about her life.
It is impossible to expect him to take care of himself, and the people around him still need to take more care of him.
After recovering from the shock, Ning Changkong, who was curled up in bed in an uncomfortable position, pulled Qing Geng's sleeve and asked in a low voice: "Can you prescribe some medicine so I can take it on an empty stomach?"
He didn't even wipe away the tears of pain that had just come out, and he finally looked a little childish, which was in line with his actual age.
Qing Geng felt a little soft-hearted: "Does eating feel uncomfortable?"
Ning Changkong pulled the quilt to cover half of his face, taking it as a tacit agreement, and added: "I can fast, it doesn't matter if I don't eat."
"No." Qing Geng refused mercilessly. "It will be useless if you use it. Besides, some medicines are too irritating to the stomach and intestines. They must be taken after meals."
Ning Changkong remained silent, wrapped himself tighter in the quilt, and acted as if he didn't want to pay attention to anyone.
Qing Geng sighed and decided to go with the flow: "You still need to bleed later, right?"
Bai Xian, who had been serving as a back-patting tool for a long time, suddenly looked completely gloomy.
Ning Changkong has been estimating with Chu Qingge how much blood should be lost in a month in order to achieve the best value for money, given his current physical condition.
The main problem now is that the blood promised to the foreign authorities for research has not been provided, and the treatment of evil spirits entering the human body has not made much progress.
But even though there wasn't much demand for phoenix blood for the time being, Ning Changkong still planned to continue bleeding.
The phoenix spiritual power still has a suppressive effect on evil spirits for one day, so not a single bit of his blood can be wasted.
Besides, there's no telling how long he can live, so any chips he can accumulate for "victory after death" is a plus.
"Reiki alone can only keep your body moving. It takes longer for your qi and blood to recover than eating and taking medicine. Besides," Qing Geng pinched his arm, "you are too thin. If you gain a few more pounds, it will be easier to fight and work."
"...Do you really have to eat it?" Ning Changkong buried his face in the quilt and whispered unwillingly.
He was bothered by bloating after eating. If Bai Xian hadn't been too strict with him, he would have vomited every day after eating.
It's good as long as you taste it.
But the original incarnation, little Lin Jinsong, wanted to eat meat every day before his death. Ning Changkong thought sadly. Should he work hard for this wish?
"You must eat." Qing Geng tucked the corner of the quilt for him, "Lie down and rest for a while, don't go to the Yuling Division in the afternoon."
Before leaving, Bai Xian warned him: "Don't sit up and read. I'm coming in to check."
Even though he is so sick, he can still get up and work diligently. I really don’t know where he gets so much energy to work non-stop every day.
"Why are you angry with the young master?" Qing Geng looked at Bai Xian's sullen face and said with a smile.
"I'm angry that he doesn't care about his own body," Bai Xian gritted his teeth, feeling bitter, "Why didn't he tell me when he felt uncomfortable for so long?"
The child we finally found turned out to be unable to learn to rely on his family and would rather stand on his own when he was not feeling well.
Qing Geng patiently explained: "You see, the young master was raised by the clan leader in the Tongshan Illusionary Realm."
"The Tongshan Illusion is self-enclosed, and the clan leader is a divine beast. It is normal for a young master who grew up like this to lack common sense in life."
Qing Geng sighed: "From the young master's reaction, he probably thinks it's normal to feel uncomfortable after eating, so he doesn't think he needs to ask us for help."
Bai Xian hung his head and recalled sadly that when Ning Changkong pushed the snack box to him, there was a rare look of sadness on his face.
Alas, what a difficult little ancestor to serve.
Bai Xian was just folding his arms, thinking about how to coax this little ancestor to eat more, when he caught a glimpse of a sound transmission note entering the bedroom.
The first year of the spiritual energy recovery, at noon on March 12, Penglai, Yuxiang, Linghuang Prefecture.
Ning Changkong was lying on the bed holding up his mobile phone, reading the message that "Chu Qingge" had received from the Alien Bureau, inviting her to be the "Image Ambassador of the Demon Clan".
Ning Changkong concluded: "We have to work overtime again."
Chu Qingge agreed: "Two vests working overtime together."
Although he was busy working at the Soul Guarding Division, Zhu Huan also sent some of the affairs of the Hundred Birds to his room. They were all handled affairs and given to him as study materials, so he had heard about this matter to some extent.
After the recovery of spiritual energy, the brief security chaos between the two tribes was calmed down. It was time to consider formally establishing relations on the stage and introducing the demon tribe to ordinary people.
So, who is the most suitable ambassador and the one most easily accepted by ordinary people?
Of course it was because of the current Deputy Director of the Spirit Protection Department, Phoenix Ning Changkong, who was very active in saving people in the real world and was well-known on the Internet.
There is also the representative of the industrialized production of cultivation items, the founder of Tiangong Technology, who is destined to have in-depth dealings with humans, Bluebird Chu Qingge.
The two are divine beasts, so their basic favorability is high, which makes humans feel curious and friendly rather than distant. So far, their stance has been relatively neutral.
"After all these years, I still feel embarrassed when I see my real name appear on the Internet." Ning Changkong complained while browsing online comments.
Chu Qingge was too lazy to pay attention to him: "It's against the rules, what can I do?"
Article 10 of the Quick Traveler's Manual: When performing a mission, if it is necessary to use a pseudonym, use your real name.
On the one hand, it helps the fast traveler to maintain his humanity amidst the myriad of identities and pseudonyms. On the other hand...
Or just in case there is any dispute, so that there will be direct evidence during the meeting. Ning Changkong took the communication token that flew in from outside the door and read it absentmindedly.
Sure enough, Chi Zhaoming also invited Feng Huang.
He now holds the position of deputy director of the Soul Guarding Department and has a noble bloodline and status, so it is perfect for him to serve as the official representative of the demon clan.
Ning Changkong was lying on the bed, blinking innocently at Bai Xian, who had a sullen face:
"I didn't sit up or read."
With two fakes present together, it seems they still need to study how to use spiritual power to create a human body.