The weak-looking woman in front of me is actually the weapon spirit of Ancient Emperor Taiwei.
In this case, the woman's true body is an imperial soldier!
No wonder spiritual wisdom can last for millions of years and remain immortal. Unlike the top holy soldiers of the ancient times, no matter how powerful they are, they will eventually be unable to withstand the power of time. Spiritual wisdom cannot survive and its body is broken.
"Gulu——"
Chen Qingyuan swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva, and it was difficult to suppress the shock in his heart.
The pupils contracted and the whole body trembled slightly.
I can't control it!
"Master, do you know my master?"
The woman in the floral skirt is polite and courteous, like a young lady who has not yet left the palace. She has a fair face, picturesque eyebrows, and a delicate and lovable look.
"It should be considered acquaintance!" Chen Qingyuan replied: "No one in the world knows about Emperor Taiwei. Even a little person like me has heard about it."
"Young Master has remarkable traces of cause and effect on his body. He is definitely not an ordinary person." The woman in the flower skirt smiled slightly and whispered softly: "Moreover, I seem to feel a trace of the Lord's law, which is inseparable from the Young Master."
"Ah?" Chen Qingyuan was startled and couldn't believe it: "Young lady must have made a mistake!"
How could a trace of Ancient Emperor Taiwei's laws be related to me?
Chen Qingyuan believed that he was a small person and could not possibly have any contact with the ancient emperor.
However, as the woman in the flower skirt said these words, Chen Qingyuan couldn't help but think of something. Since he entered the old land, he has never been hurt by the law of time, nor has he encountered any danger.
At the same time, when entering this deep pit, it seemed that I was guided by some kind of power.
As for the last time he came to the old land, Chen Qingyuan could only remember certain fragments about the ancient Emperor Taiwei, and more memories were sealed away by some kind of terrifying power, making it impossible to recall for the time being.
Thinking of this, Chen Qingyuan's heart trembled, and he made a bold guess, secretly thinking: "Am I favored by Ancient Emperor Taiwei? But if the emperor really wants to bless me, shouldn't I give it to Old Wu?"
During the Hundred Meridians Feast that year, fragments of the ancient black gold pot of the ancient emperor were revealed.
It attracted countless monsters to fight for it, but unfortunately Wu Junyan passed the test in the end and got a fragment of the emperor's weapon, which merged with his body. Moreover, Wu Junyan also got an ancient scripture that recorded some of the experiences of the ancient Emperor Taiwei.
There are various signs that Wu Junyan is the destined person of the Taiwei Ancient Emperor, and Chen Qingyuan is not the one who is destined to be the emperor.
"I will not be mistaken about the Lord's breath."
The reason why the woman in the floral skirt was so polite to Chen Qingyuan was precisely because of the trace of the law of Ancient Emperor Taiwei.
"Maybe it's the ancient emperor's regrets that pity Qingzong, that's why it's like this!"
After much thought, Chen Qingyuan found a reason to convince himself.
"The Lord's move has a profound meaning."
The woman in the floral skirt said softly.
"Girl, I wonder where my two friends have gone?"
Judging from the situation, the woman in the flower skirt would not have any ill intentions towards Chen Qingyuan, so she asked.
"Don't worry, sir, your two companions are fine."
The woman in the floral skirt replied.
"That's good."
After hearing this, Chen Qingyuan finally felt relieved, as long as he didn't die.
The breeze was still blowing, and the lake surface was rippled.
"Master, please move over and let me make a pot of tea for you!"
Perhaps it was due to years of loneliness, or maybe Chen Qingyuan had a bond with Ancient Emperor Taiwei, so he allowed the woman in the floral skirt to treat him so politely.
How dare Chen Qingyuan refuse, he followed the woman in the flower skirt to the ancient pavilion on the lake.
After taking a seat, sit upright.
Looking at the woman in the floral dress who was making tea, Chen Qingyuan asked tentatively: "I wonder what kind of weapon the girl's body is?"
"Very ugly." The woman in the floral skirt seemed to dislike her own body. She paused and said, "Zhong."
Hearing the sound, Chen Qingyuan's body trembled slightly, and he suddenly thought of something.
On the Desolate Star in the Southern Territory, there is an ancient bell hanging in the Imperial Palace, which is the Imperial Soldier.
For this reason, countless strong men have rushed to the Southern Region, trying their best to break through the barrier of the Imperial Palace, but so far they have failed. Rumor has it that there are no less than a hundred strong men who have fallen outside the Imperial Palace.
The girl in front of me is the wisdom of the ancient clock in the imperial palace.
Thinking of this, Chen Qingyuan's throat rolled again, and his emotions fluctuated greatly and could not be suppressed.
This is the spirit of the imperial weapon!
Even after millions of years, it still possesses strange and unpredictable divine power. However, the girl transformed from the spirit of the imperial weapon is concentrating on making tea for Chen Qingyuan.
This world is so outrageous!
In the past, Chen Qingyuan would not have dared to think about it.
A question comes to mind involuntarily.
Since it is the spiritual intelligence of the Imperial Soldier, why was it sealed in this secret realm of the old land? What exactly happened millions of years ago?
"Sir, the tea is ready."
The woman in the floral skirt brought a cup of tea to Chen Qingyuan.
"Thank you, girl."
Chen Qingyuan was flattered.
"Young Master, you're welcome." The woman in the floral skirt smiled slightly: "I haven't made tea for many years, so I'm a little rusty. If the taste is not good, Master, please don't blame me."
"Girl, you are serious."
How dare I blame you!
Even if this is the most disgusting thing in the world, Chen Qingyuan still has to show that he has tasted it.
Don't think that Emperor Bing Lingzhi is very gentle, he might change his attitude the next moment.
For your own safety, you must be careful in your words and deeds.
Under the gaze of the woman in the floral skirt, Chen Qingyuan took a sip of tea.
The moment my lips touched the tea, my tense heart relaxed inexplicably. It was no longer as uneasy and tense as before, and slowly became peaceful.
The woman in the flower skirt couldn't see Chen Qingyuan's nervousness, so she deliberately made a cup of Taoist tea to calm her mind.
"Excuse me, why is the girl here?"
No longer nervous, Chen Qingyuan asked.
"My intelligence is somewhat damaged, and I don't remember it very clearly. I only know that a war broke out that year, and the Lord asked me to stay here. When the matter is over, he will come to find me."
The woman in the floral skirt talked about the past, with a look of loneliness in her eyes.
However, the Lord never came.
As time goes by, the woman in the floral skirt often falls asleep, not knowing what is changing outside.
To this day, the arrival of Chen Qingyuan has given the woman in the flower skirt hope.
"I'm sorry for reminding the girl of something sad."
Chen Qingyuan quickly apologized.
"No." The woman in the floral dress shook her head, hiding the complicated emotions from the past deep in her heart, and changed the subject: "What is the scenery like in the outside world today?"
The seal that lasted for millions of years made the woman in the flower skirt yearn for the outside world.
"If the girl is willing to listen, I will tell you slowly."
In the following period, Chen Qingyuan explained the current world situation one by one, mentioned the ancient times and other words, and explained it.
After a few hours, the woman in the flower skirt understood the general situation, nodded slowly, then stood up and saluted, expressing her gratitude to Chen Qingyuan.
Chen Qingyuan was slightly frightened and stood up to return the greeting.