Looking at the back of the nurse hurriedly leaving, Ying Zige's mouth slightly raised, revealing a warm smile.
He raised his head slightly, with a trace of nostalgia in his eyes.
The woman who quietly left a mark on his heart when they first met is about to meet again.
Ying Zige pursed his lips slightly, and the beautiful image of the first encounter was reflected in his mind.
Light green gauze, dark jade green silk, slender eyebrows, and snow-white catkins.
And those clear eyes that still showed strength despite the pain.
It was this unique woman who was like an elf, quietly living in the bottom of my heart.
Thinking about it, Ying Zige couldn't help but feel a little confused. How long has it been since we last seen each other?
It’s been a long time!
She should have eliminated the pain of the passing of the maid named Xiao Yu!
Really looking forward to it!
"My benefactor? But my benefactor is here?"
"hehe!"
Looking at the stunning woman who was still wearing a light blue gauze dress and hurried over with small steps, Ying Zige suddenly felt a little lost.
The little oval face with a sweet smile seemed to overlap with the little oval face that turned pale with fear due to the catastrophe that day. I couldn't help but whisper softly: "Don't be afraid! I'm alone!"
"My benefactor, I'm so polite!" When Ying Zige was distracted, Wang Yi had already arrived in front of her.
Looking at the handsome figure that has repeatedly appeared in his mind for more than half a year since the separation from Beiyuan, Wang Yi's flawless jade skin showed a slight blush, he opened his red lips lightly and murmured softly.
Listening to the clear and sweet voice in his ears, which was as clear and sweet as the orchid in the empty valley, Ying Zige slowly came back to his senses, gently returned the gift, and said with a faint smile: "My dear, you are still so polite."
Like the spring breeze, it wants to turn into winter snow.
Ying Zige opened his eyes with a hint of confusion, the faint fragrance of sandalwood filled his side, and the hollow carved window tallows let in specks of tiny sunlight.
After taking a closer look, he saw that underneath him was a soft wooden bed with extraordinary exquisite carvings. On top of him was a brocade quilt, which still carried the faintest fragrance and was refreshing.
Turning sideways, a typical women's boudoir comes into view, with a guqin standing in the corner and a bronze mirror placed on the wooden dressing table. The whole room is so fresh and leisurely, like an orchid in an empty valley.
There is a purple bookcase placed in the northeast corner of the wall. Warm sunlight filters in from the vermilion carved wooden window and is scattered on a propped up guqin. Pink gauze curtains are brought in from the window with the wind.
Some petals gently brushed against the strings of the piano, and puffs of smoke rose from the incense burner, wrapped in gauze curtains and filling the entire boudoir.
"Yesterday, I fainted? By the way, it was Lu Wu."
After waking up, Ying Zige immediately recalled the last memory of yesterday. He quickly closed his eyes, calmed his mind, and summoned Lu Wu in his mind.
"Lu Wu, what were you doing yesterday? Why did I suddenly faint?"
"Your Majesty, I'm sorry. Yesterday, a fleeting energy suddenly appeared in an unknowable place in Your Majesty's sea of consciousness. I chased it with my consciousness, and then I got a huge flow of information." In order to avoid Your Majesty's knowledge,
Your consciousness was impacted by this flow of information, causing memory loss and turning into a blank. In desperation, I forcibly used the power of the Tiger Talisman to seal off your sea of consciousness, which caused your coma."
"You have closed my sea of consciousness? Is there any unknowable place in the sea of consciousness? What is the flow of information? Why does it appear in my sea of consciousness?" When Ying Zige heard Lu Wu's explanation, his doubts changed.
More, he now urgently needs Lu Wu to tell him everything, and he said in a deep voice in the sea of consciousness: "Lu Wu, I feel like you are hiding a lot of things from me. This feeling is very bad and makes me feel sad.
I can’t feel at ease. If you still want me to believe you, then explain everything clearly to me one by one.”
After a long silence, Lu Wu finally said: "Your Majesty, there are some things that you cannot get involved in, so what's the use of telling you now?"
"Say!" Ying Zige gritted his teeth and forced out a word from between his teeth.
"Your Majesty, you don't have to be like this. As long as you believe that I won't harm you, there are some things that you really can't let you know now. You have to know that knowing some things is a sin in itself. Especially when you
When you were still so weak, it was an unforgivable sin. If I had told you today, even the Tiger Talisman would not be able to protect you now. After all, being weak itself is the greatest original sin."
Hearing Lu Wu's explanation, Ying Zige's face was filled with uncertainty. He suddenly felt that the things he was once familiar with had suddenly become unfamiliar from this moment on.
Tiger Talisman, Lu Wu, and the sea of consciousness, energy, and the so-called information flow.
Especially the abilities displayed by the Tiger Talisman such as resurrection, memory modification, traveling through time and space, etc. Is this really the same historical time and space that I know about the late Eastern Han Dynasty?
Is it true that the famous ministers and generals who practice martial arts and literature can reach that point just because their spiritual energy is abundant and has not dissipated?
But if this is not the case, why?
Practice? Myth?
No, compared to them, the current literary and martial arts are too weak, so weak that they cannot be compared with them.
But since there is such a thing as a tiger talisman that defies heaven, even Lu Wu, the tiger talisman spirit with the same name as the mythical beast that protects the mountains of West Kunlun.
Is there really nothing else?
The more Ying Zige thought about it, the doubts in his heart became more and more, until he reached the bottom.
The boundless confusion almost completely enveloped him, making him unable to breathe.
He knew that just like what Lu Wu said, these were all original sins caused by weakness.
"Perhaps my idea is still wrong! This is not history, it is not the late Eastern Han Dynasty where we could only compete with soldiers, horses, baggage, and conspiracies. This is the late Eastern Han Dynasty with martial arts and literary practice. If you practice martial arts to the extreme, you can destroy them in one go.
The late Han Dynasty with millions of soldiers! It was the late Han Dynasty that controlled the five elements with culture and morality, and had millions of soldiers in its chest!" He murmured, then clenched his fists and asked indifferently in the sea of consciousness.
"Lu Wu, I know it! Then tell me how to become stronger! How strong do you have to be to know those things?"
"Your Majesty, your body has been strengthened by the tiger talisman when you traveled through time. The essence and marrow were washed and marrow was washed to build a perfect foundation. Next, you only need to practice according to the Great Qin secrets given by Meng Hu. When you reach a certain point, I will
I will give you the next way forward.”
"As for how strong you have to be, well, it must be very strong! So strong that one person can sweep through a million troops, you can barely know it!" In the unknown space of Yingzi Ge Zhihai, there is a nine-tailed divine beast with a tiger's face and a tiger's body.
Hearing Ying Zige's question, he smiled boldly, secretly thinking that this kid finally woke up, and then quickly replied with that indifferent voice, but in the end he couldn't help but add a hint of ridicule.
Although Hufu believed in Ying Zige and the emperor believed in it, he, Lu Wu, did not believe it.
Due to the emperor's order, I can assist and respect him, but I can't let him change his mind as the majestic West Kunlun beast.
