After Qin Hongyu cast a spell to seal the side hall, she turned back and sat opposite Cheng Yu.
Seeing that the other party was sitting down with a kind expression on his face, Cheng Yu's right hand, which seemed to be resting on Wu Jun's sword casually, calmly put it down.
I saw Qin Hongyu sitting across from me, cupping her fists and cupping her hands, saying:
"Just now, Mr. Cai asked me about my immortal fate. In fact, if I talk about it in detail, it can't be called a fate. I still remember that at that time, I was leading my troops to chase a group of barbarians and unknowingly went deep into it.
In the hinterland, after wiping them all out, I was about to return to camp. Suddenly, the surrounding area was filled with darkness. Ghosts were crying and wolves were howling. Many of my soldiers and horses were in a trance and fell to their knees in panic. I also felt that my head was bloated and splitting.
The fatigue was so tight that even the horse could not sit firmly under his buttocks, and his whole body seemed to be floating out of his body."
Qin Hongyu paused for a moment when she said this, as if she could still feel the pain from that time.
Cheng Yu listened to Qin Hongyu's description and secretly analyzed in his heart that they should have encountered a magic like the soul.
"What happens next?"
he asked.
Qin Hongyu looked back at Cheng Yu, her pair of heroic sword-shaped eyebrows rarely seen in women slightly frowned, and she seemed to think for a while and then said slowly:
"Then, I couldn't bear it any longer. I staggered and fell from my horse. I felt light all over my body. It was like there was a thread on my head, and it lifted me up slowly. When I raised my head in surprise, I saw the sky suddenly appear.
Countless slender black clouds are neatly arranged, and the edge can't be seen at a glance.
Turning around, I saw that most of the other generals and soldiers around me were floating towards the sky just like me. Just when everyone was despairing, a strange noise suddenly came from the southeast. At first, it was as subtle as a summer mosquito.
There was a loud sound, but in just a split second, there was a loud roar that spanned the sky and the earth, stabbing my soul to the point of bursting.
The sharp whistling sound echoed back and forth between heaven and earth. I seemed to hear the sound of a thread breaking, and then my whole body sank. When I opened my eyes again, I sat down on the yellow sand. Only then did I realize
, the sword I carried with me disappeared, leaving only the ebony scabbard covered with gold python skin hanging on my waist."
Having said this, Qin Hongyu pulled out a dull and inconspicuous sword from her waist. She flipped her wrist and pulled out a sword flower, then placed it lightly on the coffee table next to her, causing Cheng Yu to look sideways at her waist.
Go.
Her sword is more than three feet long, which is more than one meter long. But when she entered the palace just now, she came empty-handed, but where did she draw this long sword from?
"It's this sword. At that time, I was wondering for a moment and was about to look for it. I felt a white light above my head. With a "swish" sound, the sword fell from the sky and sank into the yellow sand. It kept trembling, and then a man's faint voice came from the horizon.
He said: Good sword. I was too suspicious to draw my sword. I reluctantly looked up and saw that the long and thin clouds in the sky were cut off by something and turned into two rows.
Then all the dark clouds quickly rotated and shrank into a big dark cloud, and all the soldiers under my command also fell back to the ground. I fell earlier than them. When I looked up, I saw a black skirt flying around the edge of the dark cloud.
After about a breath, a soft hum from an ethereal woman came from the sky, and the dark clouds turned to fly to the southeast. I followed the direction of the clouds and saw the southeastern sky..."
When Qin Hongyu said this, she turned to look at Cheng Yu, then stared at the heavy sword on the coffee table in his hand and said quietly:
"There is a figure in a white shirt standing on top of the clouds, drawing away the dark clouds and the woman on them..."
When Qin Hongyu said this, she stared at Cheng Yu for a while.
Cheng Yu looked down at his clothes and asked:
"Could it be that that immortal looks similar to Cheng?"
Seeing Cheng Yu asking, Qin Hongyu nodded gently:
"More than eight hundred years have passed since this incident, and it had faded away in my heart. Until a few days ago on the top of the mountain, I saw with my own eyes your master's style of fighting with swords. I felt like I was dreaming back to the past, and I was in a trance.
I actually felt that my husband was the immortal from before, but it was a pity that I was not blessed at that time and could only see the graceful back of the immortal. However, based on what I saw a few days ago, my husband’s appearance was as handsome as that of the immortal. Hongyu dared to ask, sir.
Where did it come from?”
Cheng Yu'er heard that the dashing lady across from her actually changed her self-identity from "I" to her own name, knowing that this woman had most likely mistaken herself for the Earth Immortal from eight hundred years ago.
"Master Wu has misunderstood. Mr. Cheng has just arrived in this world for the first time."
"Oh..."
Qin Hongyu nodded slowly with a complex expression.
"Just now Mr. Wu said that the immortal led the woman above the dark cloud away, but what happens next?"
Cheng Yu brought the topic back.
Qin Hongyu came back to her senses, thought for a while and replied:
"After that, the sky was filled with thunder and wind, and my troops and I, regardless of our dizziness, hurriedly dressed up and returned to the camp. From then on, we never had the opportunity to see the immortals again, and Hongyu also suffered from a hidden disease. Not long after the class, the world
Rumors spread, and Hong Yu finally knew that the white-robed immortal he met in the Northern Desert was a newly enlightened Earth Immortal from Qianxia Mountain.
Then the new dynasty was established, but what made Hong Yu angry was that for the country we fought so hard to conquer, the emperor enshrined five demon cultivator families as the heavenly masters to protect the country, so that I finally died of depression at a young age... It was a pity that I was dying.
I’ve never seen a fairy again.”
Finished?
He was only saved one life, but not even seen in person.
"Then what Wen Jun said, Wu Jun also had a fairy tale, is he referring to this incident of sweeping the north?"
Upon hearing this, Qin Hongyu suddenly and invisibly lost her heroic airs, and a rare trace of shyness flashed away from her face.
She flicked her ponytail on the back of her head and glanced at the palace door. Then she seemed to remember that the palace door had been sealed by a ban, so she tried hard to maintain her accustomed tone and said cheerfully:
"That's just Wenjun's exaggeration. That so-called immortal fate... I'm ashamed to say that one night before I raised my volunteers, I dreamed of a dragon who taught me some spells while I was sleeping...
…”
Qin Hongyu paused for a moment, cleared her throat, and continued:
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"After I woke up from the dream, I tried to practice what I learned in the dream, and all of them were effective. Although they were all inconspicuous tricks, and I felt weak after a while after casting them, they were very easy to fool people. I
It was also because of this that we were able to gather troops to start a rebellion."
Night dream of a dragon, teaching spells...
Aunt Bai just said something about the dragon energy dissipating before, and this Wujun dreamed of a dragon again at night. Could it be the same thing?
"Master Wu, do you still remember when you had that dream?"
When Qin Hongyu heard this, a blush flashed across her cheeks, she shook her head slightly and said:
"It was just a dream, I don't remember it long ago."
A little weird...
If it was just a dream, then why are you blushing?
"What kind of vision can happen after the dream?"
Qin Hongyu's face seemed unhappy when she heard this:
"It was just a dream that Hongyu had when he was young, and nothing strange happened. I wonder what Mr. Hongyu wants to know?"
Cheng Yu then repeated what Aunt Bai said before about the dragon's energy dissipating, but Qin Hongyu shook her head and said:
"Indeed, no other visions occurred."
When Cheng Yu heard this, he didn't go any further. Although Qin Hongyu was a martial lord, she was still a girl, and she wasn't very old when she died. It's hard for a man to keep hold of his daughter's daughter-in-law.
Dream to get to the bottom of things.
At this time, Qin Hongyu stared at the heavy sword wrapped in cloth in Cheng Yu's hand, changed the subject and asked:
"A gentleman loves swords. It seems that Mr. Cheng is also a man of this way. What is the origin of this samurai sword?"
When Cheng Yu saw his inquiry, he briefly described the origin of the sword and how it ended up in his hands by accident.
"Oh? I never thought that it turned out to be the self-inflicted sword of Zhuang Dakuan. No wonder it has the blood of Lord Wu, but why is there an aura of Wen Zheng and Wang Ba mixed with it?"
What Qin Hongyu was pointing to was the section of the sword where Zhuang Huaijin and Duan Yulou's blood was spilled.
The spirit of Wenzheng comes from Zhuang Huaijin, but the spirit of Wangba...
Could it be that that section of the Jade Tower will become a big business in the future?
Everything in the world is difficult to explain, and Cheng Yu was too lazy to delve into it for a while. At this time, he remembered that Wu Jundian had one more important thing to ask.
"Cheng doesn't know if the barbarians in the Northern Desert also have their own unique cultivation techniques. Did Mr. Wu come into contact with them when he was conquering Mobei?"
"Huh? Why do you ask this, sir?"
"That day on the top of the mountain, I tortured the demon soul of the head of the Hui family, but for some reason it suddenly collapsed and disappeared. Before it collapsed, he had spoken about the barbarians of the Northern Desert. Cheng's reaction when he saw Master Wu Jun seemed to be in response to this.
I have some understanding, and I just heard the conversation between your Excellency and Aunt Bai, saying that this land of Kyushu is definitely not the Northern Desert, and the souls of the dead are not allowed to wander privately in the world or be imprisoned and sealed, so I ask this question."
"Sir, you are indeed an outsider. You don't even know about the Northern Desert's practice of raising ghosts. Think about our Jiuzhou land, no matter whether mortals, monks or monsters die, the souls of the deceased must report to our underworld, and after being registered, they may be reincarnated, or for
Yinshen.
However, the barbarians in the Northern Desert are not my kind, and it is a desolate and desolate place. There is no underworld to collect the souls of the dead, but no matter humans or animals, they will die, and after the barbarians die, their souls return to the witch court, where they are collected by the barbarian witches of the past dynasties. p>
It is said that the witches' witchcraft is good at refining souls, and their methods are weird and sinister. They have always been despised by Jiuzhou. The two parties have been fighting for countless years. This should also be why the earthly immortal from Qianxia Mountain rushed to the north after attaining enlightenment.
It’s because of being evil and guarding the Tao.”
When Cheng Yu heard this, he thought of the comb held by Hui Jiuji. It was indeed, as Qin Hongyu said, specially used to absorb souls and souls.
"Could the woman on the dark clouds that Master Wu met during his expedition to the north be the witch?"
"Well, after thinking about it afterwards, I guessed that she should be a witch of that generation. The barbarians believe in witchcraft, and they all call them witches. It is said that every generation of witches must be innocent and yellow-flowered women, even if they are barbarians.
Although the leader, Da Chanyu, does not need to kneel down when he sees the witch empress, he is respectful and does not dare to look directly at her."
Hearing this, Cheng Yu suddenly had a guess in his mind that the comb might be a product refined by a witch of that generation...
