Chu Yueshan glared, looked at his son, and then at the man in front of him who looked like a murderer. Obviously he couldn't accept that his son was related to such a dangerous-looking person.
.
"I just found out." Chu Qingxiao didn't know how to explain it for a while.
After he said this, he turned around and looked around.
Cao Shugong and all the government officials looked dull and had obviously not recovered from their anger. However, the people who were filled with indignation outside the study were now nowhere to be found.
It is estimated that they were frightened by Song Guicheng's ruthless and powerful methods just now. They were afraid of getting into trouble and fled one after another.
"Uncle Cao, please clean up this place. I will tell you everything I know later." Chu Qingxiao pointed at the black armor lying on the ground and said.
After these black armors had their masks shattered by Song Guicheng, they immediately lost the battle. They collapsed on the ground and wailed, and then fell to the ground one after another, their life or death unknown.
When Cao Shugong heard this, he looked at Chu Qingxiao. His mind had obviously not turned around yet, and the expression on his face was slightly confused.
"Okay... okay!" He responded, hurriedly greeted the government servants who were still in a daze, and began to carry the black armors into the house one by one.
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"So, you are not suffering from hysteria. Is it true that all of us have forgotten about the siege of the city by Zhuyin?"
Chu Qingxiao told the whole story one by one, down to the smallest details.
But after listening to these words, everyone obviously couldn't digest the news in a short time.
However, the key to the Zhu family's strange technique and the appearance of the powerful Song Guicheng forced everyone to consider the authenticity of this matter.
Chu Qingxiao nodded and looked sideways at Song Guicheng.
Song Guicheng put on a set of clothes that Mr. Luo had found, which was just an ordinary Confucian shirt. But when worn on Song Guicheng's burly body, the loose Confucian shirt seemed a bit tight and looked nondescript.
At this moment, he was walking in front of the group of black armored men who had been placed at the door of the study by Cao Shugong and others, and his dark eyes swept over them one by one.
Chu Qingxiao also knew that these black armors were all Xizhou sword armors and had a close relationship with Song Guicheng. He couldn't help but ask: "They..."
"died."
"Dead a long time ago."
Song Guicheng looked back at Chu Qingxiao, with a relaxed expression on his face, but behind the pretended relaxation, there was a hint of bitterness that could not be easily read: "It was almost Zhu Yin Yu using the Yin Beast method to remove their corpses.
Refined with secret techniques, and then used for their driving..."
"But it's not a Yin beast after all, so it needs to catch some foreign objects." Song Guicheng said, picking up the black iron mask on the ground and playing with it in his hands.
Chu Qingxiao looked at the man with a relaxed face in front of him, but he could clearly feel that there seemed to be flames boiling inside him.
He hesitated for a while and then asked.
"Commander Song, do you still remember what happened after Wuling City was destroyed? Why did Zhuyin imprison us here and strip us of our memories?" Although Chu Qingxiao had recovered some memories at this moment, most of them were about Song Guicheng.
, he still remembered the rest of the things vaguely, and he couldn't explain why everyone was in the current situation.
After hearing this, Song Guicheng took his eyes away from the mask and raised his head.
The expression on his face froze, he stared at Chu Qingxiao for a long time, and then suddenly smiled: "How did I know this?"
"I just remember that we defended Wuling City for a long time, and the stubborn court refused to send reinforcements. In the end, in order to save you, that brat, Wu Zhu and I fought tooth and nail."
"By the way, when I said I would accept you as my apprentice, I was afraid that you would get upset and follow me to death. Now that I'm alive, I have to think about it again!"
Song Guicheng's slightly frivolous attitude made Chu Qingxiao feel a little weird.
"Then do you remember how you survived? What happened in the meantime?" Chu Qingxiao asked.
At this time, everyone gathered around and looked at Song Guicheng.
Except for Chu Zhaozhao and Wang Che, most of them still had doubts about this matter. At this moment, they naturally wanted to hear favorable evidence from Song Guicheng's mouth, so as to distinguish the authenticity.
Facing everyone's eager eyes, Song Guicheng shrugged his shoulders, touched his belly, and looked around Taohua Study. Suddenly, his eyes lit up and he quickly walked to the kitchen inside the study. In the strange eyes of everyone,
, rummaged through the cabinets for a while, and finally found two steamed buns from a cabinet.
That was the unfinished breakfast of Chu Qingxiao and others this morning. The weather was cold and the steamed buns were a little hard, but Song Guicheng didn't care. He felt like he had found a treasure, his eyes were bright, he took a bite, and he was very happy after eating.
"It smells so good." Song Guicheng sighed with satisfaction. When he raised his head, he found that everyone in front of him was looking directly at him.
He seemed to have remembered Chu Qingxiao's question. He grinned and said, "I feel like I haven't eaten for a long time. I'm very hungry. Don't mind."
After that, he paused and then said: "I don't know how I survived. I felt as if I had slept for a long, long time, and then I heard an old man whispering in my ear...
"
"What did you say, let me wake up..." As he said that, he took another bite of the steamed bun, pointed at Chu Qingxiao and said: "Say that your boy needs my help, Wuling City needs my rescue, and so on."
"Anyway, Balabala talked a lot. I was annoyed by his noise, so I woke up."
"Old man? Could it be that the voice you heard is the same person, the old Taoist priest in Xuandu Temple?" When Chu Zhaozhao heard this, his eyes lit up and he looked at Chu Qingxiao.
Chu Qingxiao was about to respond when Song Guicheng turned his attention to Chu Zhaozhao.
"You...are an outsider." He said this with a strange look on his face.
Chu Zhaozhao was also stunned when she heard this, and her eyes when she looked at Song Guicheng also became weird: "How did you see that?"
Song Guicheng's hand that was about to put the steamed bun into his mouth was obviously paused at that moment, but then he grinned and said: "I think you are unfamiliar, unlike them who have more or less impressions.
"
When Chu Zhaozhao heard this, he frowned and almost subconsciously retorted.
But when the words came to his mouth, he seemed to think of something again, and he swallowed the words again due to concerns.
Chu Qingxiao, who was full of questions and was waiting for answers, did not notice the difference between the two. He continued to ask: "Then do you remember Xuandu Temple? There is an old Taoist priest there..."
"I remember the existence of this place in Xuandu Temple. The old Taoist priest seems to have such a person, but I don't have any impression. What happened to him?" Song Guicheng asked.
"The candle shadow has trapped us, erasing our memories and creating an illusion that everything is peaceful. The people and things in Wuling City have remained as they were before, with no changes. Only Xuandu Temple has been erased.
, the old Taoist priest has also disappeared. We have been there once, and it is now the Zhu family’s private residence, and the man you just killed claimed to be the Zhu family’s housekeeper.”
"We suspect that Zhuyin went to such great lengths to trap us here, and his purpose may be related to Xuandu Temple and the old Taoist priest."
"And although my memory about him is vague, it seems to have been mentioned in previous letters that he claimed to be a god." Chu Qingxiao had great trust in Song Guicheng, and he told everything he knew at this time.
"God?" Song Guicheng frowned slightly when he heard this: "That makes sense..."
"Huh? What do you know?" Chu Zhaozhao, who had remained silent since the previous conversation with Song Guicheng, couldn't help but ask after hearing this.
At this time, Song Guicheng glanced at Chu Zhaozhao meaningfully and said: "There are only three kinds of people in this world who can call themselves gods. One of them is a genuine powerful person in the Shen Zhao realm. If the old Taoist priest has this ability, he will probably
There is no need to hide in this southern border town."
"The second is things such as those that the surviving people in Zhuyin believe in. They also like to call themselves gods."
"The third one is the various demigods who are regarded as serious troubles by the Supervisor Tiansi of Yu and the Jiuzhen Mansion of Wei. Of course, most of the time, they like to call these false gods."
"But no matter which one they are, they can be called gods, because they have something called divine marrow in their bodies."
"Divine marrow?" This was the first time Chu Qingxiao had heard this name, and he seemed a little confused.
"I don't know what that thing is, but I know that it is extremely important to these three people. According to legend, in ancient times, various gods ruled the world. They conquered each other in order to capture the divine marrow in each other's bodies.
, to strengthen yourself.”
"Zhu Yin has been trying to awaken his ancestral god, and the most critical part of this is to find enough divine marrow. If the old Taoist priest is really a demigod, Zhu Yin may indeed have his way."
"I have seen such records in ancient books. If what you say is true, it is very likely." At this time, Mr. Luo on the side also said.
Obviously, compared to everyone who was still doubtful, Mr. Luo had already vaguely believed Chu Qingxiao's words.
After hearing this, Song Guicheng raised his head and looked at Mr. Luo, his eyes sweeping over him and the fairy beside him.
"Not bad, you two finally got together." Song Guicheng said with a teasing smile.
"What do you mean by taking a step?" Mr. Luo obviously didn't understand the meaning of Song Guicheng's words.
Song Guicheng took a bite of the steamed bun in his hand and muttered incoherently: "It's not interesting, you are a nice person, but you just struggled in this area, but now you are better, you two can be regarded as successful, so
It can be said that Zhu Yin has done a good thing."
Mr. Luo frowned when he heard this and wanted to explain.
But Song Guicheng stood up at this moment, and while walking towards Xianling, he said: "I heard that Miss Xianling is very knowledgeable and is good at all kinds of music, chess, calligraphy and painting. I have a question in my heart that I want to ask the girl for advice."
A trace of panic flashed across Xian Ling's face when she heard this, and she quickly lowered her head: "Xian Ling is just a lowly woman from Yanliu Lane, and she only learns the skills to please the drinkers. I'm afraid... I'm afraid I can't help the hero solve his doubts.
ability……"
"Girl, don't belittle yourself. Not only can girls solve my problem, but only girls can solve it." After Song Guicheng said this, he suddenly raised his voice without giving the fairy a chance to refute.
"Qing Xiao said that they were careful when they came here to take refuge yesterday, deliberately avoiding the crowds, and they repeatedly confirmed that no one was around before entering the study."
"But today those candlelights are coming straight towards this place..."
"Girl, do you know how the Zhuyin people found this place?"
When the fairy heard this question, he was startled and raised his lowered head.
At this time, Song Guicheng was also looking down at her.