Chapter 94 94 The Grave of the Past "The Phoenix has returned."...
A few hours ago, half plane Jiuli.
"He designed energy, forged machines, persuaded the gods, and caused the decline of spiritual energy... He went through so much trouble, retreating to advance, just for this day -"
"——As you said, after the spiritual energy is revived, a world where all people can live together equally regardless of their level of cultivation."
Before leaving Jiuli, Ning Changkong turned his head and asked one last question:
"You said before that Feng Qingwu died to prove his truth. Why?"
Li Gui did not answer this question.
The first year of the spiritual energy recovery, on the evening of September 21st, Penglai, Yuxiang, Linghuang Mansion.
No, huh? What is this unfolding?
Chu Qingge murmured to herself, her voice filled with confusion and disbelief: "What is this? The father killed the child?"
Ning Changkong confirmed: "Feng Qingwu took the initiative to cancel the mission to kill Yinglong?"
Either Phoenix was at the scene of the murder, or Feng Qingwu gave the order before his death...
Phoenix's voice was calm and mechanical: "Yes, this is part of the master's plan."
...Or, Feng Qingwu had made preparations in advance.
Ning Changkong: "How do you know it was Yinglong who killed him?"
Phoenix was brief and direct: "I'm right there."
Ning Changkong decided to give up thinking about what kind of scene could bring Yinglong, Phoenix and Phoenix together. He directly issued an order: "Repeat what you saw."
Phoenix paused for a moment, as if he didn't know where to start, and finally decided to repeat the most critical part:
"Individual 'Yinglong', take the heart of individual 'Feng Qingwu' out of your body."
It was just my heart. Ning Changkong took a deep breath.
What was even more unexpected was that Phoenix continued to speak: "...Then, the individual 'Yinglong' handed the materials to me."
"What raw materials?" Ning Changkong asked with some difficulty, feeling slightly uneasy, "What should I make for you?"
Phoenix's mechanical voice was still cold: "Make it into a key."
His tone suddenly became cheerful, and he seemed to be imitating a figure from a thousand years ago: "Even if it is the heart of a phoenix, its volume and the spiritual energy circuits it can contain are very limited... If it is made into a fully functional magical instrument, it can only be divided into two parts at most, but it is enough."
"Then make two keys - one to connect to 'Tian Yan' and one to control 'Tian Xue'."
"The other one... will be used as a backup for the Phoenix's spiritual power to eliminate the 'Sky Eclipse'."
The final piece of the puzzle has come together.
Ning Changkong suddenly realized why Phoenix had so skillfully stolen the fragment of Feng Qingwu's heart sealed in the Spirit Blood Crystal at the designated place on that terrible night that changed the fate of countless people.
And only took the designated piece.
In the Tongshan fantasy world of Phoenix, the wooden desk has not weathered after thousands of years, and the ink in the inkstone has not even dried up. The heart that was taken out is even beating strangely in the crystal. Everything does not look like an ancient monument that has been preserved from thousands of years ago.
What is the method of Kiriyama Illusion to reject time and death?
In reality, Ning Changkong's body - or rather the body of the phoenix - was gently covered by Bai Xian's wings. In the darkness, he could clearly hear the sound of the Nirvana Fire in his body, which pumped the alchemical liquid that maintained the body's operation to all parts of his body.
——It is the fire of Nirvana.
Phoenix forged the two keys himself, using the power of the Nirvana Fire to ensure that the keys would transcend the passage of time and be preserved to this day.
He naturally knew how to reopen the Kiriyama illusion, and naturally knew where the things were.
Ten years ago, Longyuan Academy.
"Okay, okay, Yan Yian, stop fiddling with your notebook." Zhang Xuan waved his hand impatiently, with a hint of teasing in his tone:
"Isn't it just a matter of becoming a disciple? You keep talking about Dean Lingzhuan and his shortcomings in front of us every day - your second senior brother is standing right there, and I've never seen him act like this before."
Du Yihe interrupted with a smile, showing his true colors: "I suggest you talk more, or someone will feel embarrassed."
Zuo Langning chuckled twice and turned to look at his childhood friend who was embarrassed and at a loss.
Yue Jingting was looking at her for help. Zuo Langning recalled the coffee cake someone had given her as a gift because he couldn't choose a gift. She decided to mercifully change the subject: "Yian, have you met your senior brother?"
Yue Jingting breathed a sigh of relief and quickly took over the conversation: "Senior Brother is traveling outside and collecting materials. He is not in the sect during this period of time." So he probably hasn't seen it yet -
"——I think I've seen him before?" Yan Yian blinked, as if recalling: "I think I've seen him before? Um, is he the person who came to the school to apologize for you when you blew up the fence outside the school last time?"
A burst of laughter broke out all around, and the air was immediately filled with a joyful atmosphere.
Ten years ago, Kunlun.
Yuejingting climbed up the snow-capped mountains of Kunlun.
Zuo Langning was practicing swordplay, the light of his sword was like snow.
Like every boring morning, Yue Jingting stood by with his hands hanging down and watched for a while.
He liked to watch Zuo Langning practice swordplay because at this time, the old Zuo Pavilion Master would always stand by and instruct Zuo Langning's every move with a stern face, using the Kunwu Sword as a ruler.
Only at this time of the day could he provoke Zuo Langning without any scruples and not get beaten.
Zuo Langning, who was suffering from sword training, could only be angry but not speak. She swung her sword while staring at him hatefully. * Yue Jingting suspected that her eyes could also produce sword energy.
But today, Zuo Langning was the only one on the top of the snowy mountain.
She sheathed her sword, and the black veil on her arm was blown up by the wind carrying snow particles.
Zuo Langning picked up the kettle and took two gulps of water. The hot breath he exhaled condensed into white mist in the cold air: "Any news about your senior brother?"
The old master of Zuo Pavilion has been buried, and there is still no news of Li Bo, who was said to be at the rear during the mission.
Yue Jingting followed Zuo Langning down the mountain, following in her footsteps out of habit.
He had seen and climbed the Kunlun Snow Mountain many times, but he could never get used to the biting cold.
"No. They just said it was more dangerous than good."
Even without being told, he knew it was more dangerous than good, Yue Jingting thought.
The Taoist priest didn't say anything, but he drank a lot of wine in the past few days.
Yue Jingting's breath formed a cloud of white mist in the cold air, which dispersed as he spoke: "You, Jian Ge, what are you going to do next?"
The original owner was in his prime and had not designated a successor in advance.
Zuo Langning suddenly stopped, and Yue Jingting almost bumped into her.
"I'll give it a try." That was all she said, then she shut up, took a step forward, and continued walking forward in silence.
She walked so fast that Yue Jingting could no longer follow her footsteps and could hardly catch up with her.
He was about to open his mouth to remind her, but the wind and snow covered his mouth.
He had to stop and wipe the snow off his face with his sleeves.
Through the wind and snow, he squinted his eyes, trying hard to see Zuo Langning's back.
Yue Jingting suddenly realized that the days when Zuo Langning could run to Longyuan Academy all day and joke with them were gone forever.
The first year of the revival of spiritual energy, September 23, in the back mountain of Lingzhuan Temple.
Although a week seemed a bit short for preparing for the funeral of the head of Lingzhuan Academy, it was finally enough to make the ceremony grand and dignified.
However, the inauguration ceremony of the new dean, although a happy event, could not be celebrated in a grand manner because it happened right after the funeral.
Just like Xiaoyan, CEO of Tiangong Technology, who came to congratulate today. Her eyes were still red and swollen from the tears at the funeral two days ago. She could only force a smile, patted Yue Jingting on the shoulder, and told him to come to her more often if he had any problems, and she would definitely help if she could.
If Zuo Langning were to describe it, the whole atmosphere was like the state of emptiness after all the tears had run out. The mind was numb, but the body was still moving forward.
Zuo Langning put away his sword energy, leaned on the hoe that was completely used as a decoration, and turned his gaze to Yue Jingting who was squatting on the ground.
The inauguration ceremony of the new dean Yue Jingting was already like this, not to mention the funeral of a traitor.
"Is this okay?" Zuo Langning asked, looking around uncomfortably, examining the marks left by various talisman experiments.
Zuo Langning, who accompanied Yue Jingting up the mountain to dig a hole with a hoe, once asked if they wanted to find a flatter place. However, Yue Jingting shook his head and said forget it - as long as it was here, it would be fine.
On the back mountain of Lingzhuan Temple.
"That's it." Yue Jingting squatted and carefully placed a few pieces of clothing into the pit created by the sword energy.
Of course, Li Bo's body would not be handed over to him for private burial.
As far as Zuo Langning knew, those pieces of clothing had been packed up by Yue Jingting several years ago when Li Bo's life or death was unknown.
It was not until today, when the other party had really passed away, that Yue Jingting actually started to build this cenotaph.
I can only say that this guy is really——Zuo Langning sighed, picked up the corner of his Taoist robe, and squatted down.
He is really a person who is unwilling to let go.
"Zuo Langning," Yue Jingting said gloomily:
“I have no home.”
Zuo Langning thought about it, and finally decided not to say the clichéd sentence "You still have Lingzhuanyuan".
She thought for a long time and finally came up with a suggestion. She said to Yue Jingting earnestly: "You can try to take in an apprentice. I find that this is quite useful."
If it really doesn’t work, we’ll give you an extra pair of chopsticks for the New Year’s Eve dinner—Before Zuo Langning could finish the next sentence, Yue Jingting’s cell phone suddenly rang.
Yue Jingting sniffed and hurriedly took out his cell phone from his wide sleeves - he turned it over twice, but he didn't find it in the right place the first time, so he found it in the sleeve of his other hand.
Zuo Lang understood and asked, "Did you ring the alarm?"
"What?" Yue Jingting's hands were shaking as he entered the wrong password for the second time in a row.
Zuo Langning hesitated and said, "Well, I always thought you were the kind of person who would set a time limit for yourself, cry for five minutes and then go back to work... isn't that the case?"
"No, it's my special attention reminder."
Yue Jingting spoke incoherently. He stood up suddenly and tapped the screen of his mobile phone clumsily with his shaking fingers.
Zuo Langning vaguely recognized the interface of the Skynet forum. Just as she was at a loss, she saw Yue Jingting's shoulders relax and he took a long breath, looking relieved.
"What happened?" Zuo Lang wondered.
Yue Jingting clicked twice on the screen and showed her the post, with a hint of long-lost joy in his voice:
"The Hundred Birds Tribe is going to hold a ceremony of paying homage to the Phoenix."
"The Phoenix is back."