As soon as he opened his eyes, the master of metaphysics became the vicious stepmother of four oil bottles Chapter 454: The Old Monster in the Star Picking Pavilion
Chapter 454: The Old Monster in the Star Picking Pavilion
Si Yu turned away and did not look at her seriously, "You still want to ask me for information with this attitude? Shen Qingqing, I have two words for you: No way!"
Shen Qingqing pulled out the Soul-Calming Ruler with a smile and put it on the table in front of him with a bang. "Is there a door now? I can dig one myself without me."
Si Yu gritted his teeth and said: "Shen Qingqing, you are shameless, you are wolf-hearted, you have no conscience, you dress like a beast, you..."
Shen Qingqing picked up a beef ball and stuffed it into his mouth, "I know you've learned idioms well, but you have to learn to do it in moderation."
Si Yu smacked his lips, chewed up the meatballs and swallowed them. Then he took a deep breath and spoke to her impatiently: "What are you going to ask? Tell me quickly!"
Shen Qingqing sat down on the bench and asked, "What did Sikyong do to the emperor?"
"I don't know. I've only returned to the capital for a few days and I haven't even seen him. How can I know what good things he has done?"
Shen Qingqing looked stern, "Isn't Sikyong in the Star Picking Pavilion?"
"Are you dreaming?" Si Yu glanced at her, "You are already in the capital, how can he not be here? He is practicing in seclusion. Someone brings him food every day, three meals a day, and he is not missing any meal."
"Just because someone is delivering food doesn't mean they are still there. Maybe this is just to fool a brain like you." Shen Qingqing sneered and asked, "Where does Sikyong hide the souls of the princes and princesses?"
went?"
"Why are you asking this?" Si Yu's expression suddenly changed, and he looked like a raging hedgehog with sharp thorns erect, "Shen Qingqing, if you want to kill the Sikyong or the Queen, I won't stop you, but
You can’t go to that place, otherwise you will die in vain!”
"Are you... worried about me? Are you so kind?" Shen Qingqing raised her eyebrows.
"I didn't." Si Yu may have realized that his reaction was too strong, so he suppressed the sharp thorns all over his body and replied awkwardly: "I just don't want to see Star Reaching Pavilion being turned into a pool of muddy water by you."
"So what is hidden in there to scare you like this?" Shen Qingqing knocked on the edge of the table with sharp eyes.
Si Yu looked away and refused to answer the question.
"Forget it if you don't tell me." Shen Qingqing stopped asking and turned around to wink at Meng Yuan, who immediately took out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone that had been prepared in advance.
Shen Qingqing pushed the pen and ink in front of him, "Draw the internal structure of Zhaixing Pavilion, and mark the place where the soul is hidden and where Sikyong practices in seclusion. Once you finish the drawing, it will be none of your business."
"No painting!" Si Yu said two words firmly, and stood up with his hands on the edge of the table, making a gesture of leaving.
Shen Qingqing's eyes suddenly widened, "Oh, I can still stand up after taking the medicine..." That's awesome!
Before he could say the last three words, he fell to the ground again, and then rolled under the table along with the uneaten meatballs.
In the chaos, the silver mask on his face hit the leg of the table, and the locks behind his ears clicked open.
The mask slipped off, revealing a face with staggered scars. The scarlet marks started from the temples and spread to the end of the eyes and cheeks, like the lush roots of a plant, forming a dense network, completely covering half of the face.
A face that was originally delicate and full of youthful aura became extremely hideous and terrifying due to the appearance of red marks.
The moment she saw that face, Shen Qingqing couldn't help but take a breath, then quickly turned away and said sorry.
Si Yu said nothing, silently picked up the mask and put it back on.
The room fell silent for an instant, making the sound of Si Yu's inhalation and exhalation particularly clear.
After a moment, Shen Qingqing bent down and helped him up, and said warmly: "Can you tell me how you did that face?"
Si Yu didn't reply, lying quietly on the table, only showing his thick black hair. Just when Shen Qingqing was about to change the subject, he suddenly spoke: "It was the old monster hiding in the Star-Zhaing Pavilion who did it.
."
Shen Qingqing's heart moved, and she turned her head and glanced at Meng Yuan. The two of them pulled out their stools and sat opposite Si Yu in a tacit understanding.
"Who is that old monster?" Shen Qingqing asked next.
The shoulders of the young man opposite trembled slightly, and then he slowly raised his head, looking at them silently with his narrow fox eyes. The unruly and casual nature in his eyes was gone, replaced by an unpredictable sadness.
"I don't know what he is." Si Yu sighed softly, looking confused. "As long as I can remember, he has been enshrined by Si Kyong in a room full of oil lamps."
"Those oil lamps are different from ordinary kerosene lamps. They do not require kerosene and wicks. They can burn themselves and will not go out for several years. Moreover, the flames they burn are not red, but a strange green color, like a will-o'-the-wisp."
"
"Soul-burning lamp?" Shen Qingqing answered: "This kind of lamp uses human soul as fuel. The soul is immortal and the light is immortal. When the soul burns, the flame is naturally green."
"It's a soul-burning lamp." Si Yu nodded, "Later, I learned some Taoism from Sikyong and read a lot of books in the Si family collection, and I vaguely understood the function of those lamps - they wanted to use the soul-burning lamp to burn something in those souls.
Plant something and take it for yourself.”
"At first, I thought it was merit. I thought they wanted to use other people's merit to practice and improve their cultivation. Later, after spending time with them for a long time, I discovered another thing. The souls they captured as fuel had different identities during their lifetimes.
, a large part of them are royal nobles."
"What they absorb is not the merits of those souls, but the royal luck!" Si Yu curled his lips and smiled extremely sarcastically, "Li Rou is a fool. She worked hard to help Sikyong collect the souls of the emperor's heirs, dreaming of becoming the queen mother.
, but she didn’t know that a wisp of her precious son’s soul was serving as fuel in the lamp!”
Shen Qingqing's heart sank suddenly, and she asked solemnly: "How far has that old monster reached in his cultivation now?"
Si Yu shook his head, "Five years ago, I secretly broke into the old monster's room and attacked him, but it failed. The yin energy on his body was very heavy, and the first impression he gave people was that he was a ghost, but the Shackle Ghost Technique, restraint
Ghost talismans and trapping ghost formations have no effect on him."
"I don't know who he is, ghost? Immortal? The future emperor who has the luck of the royal family?" Si Yu shook his head again and forced out a bitter smile, "Anyway, one thing is clear, he is really difficult to deal with.
, it was like this five years ago, let alone five years from now.”
There was no expression on his face when he spoke, and sometimes he even laughed, but Shen Qingqing could hear a trace of resentment and a trace of hatred in his words.
The kind of anger and hatred that justice cannot be served.
"Si Yu, the chief disciple of Zhaixing Pavilion, you are not from the Si family, right?" Shen Qingqing asked.
"Yes, no." Si Yu no longer concealed anything, and calmly tilted his head to meet Shen Qingqing's eyes, "I am an orphan they picked up, a sacrifice that will be put on the altar at any time."