Chapter 610 Lustful Phoenix If life could only be like the first time we met
Yan Qingying looked at him, with a strange look in her eyes.
"Oh? Then tell me why I came to kill you."
"The girl must have been entrusted by someone, and that person should be from the palace."
"Just to let the girl know that I don't know how to practice, I don't know how to use weapons, I'm just a mortal."
"To be able to get to this point today, it's all thanks to my dedication, military affairs, my loyalty to the country, and my actions for the people."
"What do you think I have the ability to be connected with the nobles in the palace?"
"In other words, even if I die today, can I really relieve the girl's worries, or will it only increase disputes?"
"Girl?"
Yan Qingying smiled. People who practice cultivation, no sixty years in the mountains, do not show the beauty of years.
In fact, she is not young.
But she still looks young.
Zhao Wuji realized that he had said the wrong thing and quickly changed his tone.
"Fairy, the world is in trouble. I have a heart that cares for the people of the world. Now is not the time to die."
"As long as I can benefit the people of the world and bring peace to the world, I, Zhao Wuji, am willing to end my life at that time."
Yan Qingying's heart was startled when she heard this. She was silent for a long time, and the sword in her hand slowly dropped, and finally gently put it back into the sheath.
She looked up at Zhao Wuji, and a trace of complex emotions flashed in her eyes.
"Aren't you afraid of death?"
Although Yan Qingying's voice was still a little cold, her tone was no longer so sharp.
It is rare for an ordinary mortal to be able to do this.
Zhao Wuji smiled slightly, with determination and calmness flashing in his eyes.
"Afraid, everyone is afraid of death, but in life, there are always some things more important than living."
"Although I, Zhao Wuji, dare not call myself a hero, I also understand that some things must be done by someone, and some responsibilities must be taken by someone."
"It's just that it's not time to die yet. I still need to serve my country with my body. If my death can bring about a prosperous era, and everyone can live in peace, then I, Zhao Wuji, will die without regrets."
Yan Qingying's eyes became complicated, and she seemed to see a hint of familiarity in Zhao Wuji.
That was the courage to do everything for the belief.
Such a firm tone and confidence, and eyes full of hope for the future.
It reminded her of a resolute figure.
Thoughts came to her, and ripples appeared in Yan Qingying's heart.
There were some appreciations and different feelings.
In the past years, Yan Qingying had experienced too many hardships.
Since childhood, she was poor and was forced to be sold as a child bride to a wealthy family. Her life was full of bitterness and humiliation.
However, just when she was almost desperate,
The god of fate opened another window for her - she joined the Feitian Sect, was cultivated by the sect, cared for by the senior brothers, and grew up safely.
There, she received unprecedented care and cultivation, like an abandoned seed, taking root and sprouting in suitable soil, and growing vigorously.
And the appearance of Senior Brother Ye made her feel the warmth outside the sect.
His guidance and help, like the sunshine in spring, shone into her heart.
But even if she tried her best to practice, she was always behind others because of her background.
She had been wasting her time and had to suppress herself and shamelessly compete with people who were a generation younger than her for the martial arts golden elixir.
Later, she broke through to the realm of martial artists until she was forty years old.
But she never thought that she would accumulate a lot of experience and become a late bloomer.
She was valued by the sect and given a Taoist soldier, and then made rapid progress.
She was aroused infinite thoughts for a while.
At this moment, Zhao Wuji seemed to have discovered something, and looked at Yan Qingying and said.
"Fairy, are you injured?"
On Yan Qingying's wrist, there was a scar, as deep and long as a centipede.
She usually covered it up, but today, she accidentally exposed it when her sleeves were pulled down.
In fact, it was when her parents sold her to a rich man in her early years.
During the resistance, she was accidentally whipped.
She still remembered that night, the sky was snowing, and the wind was sobbing.
She kept rolling in the snow, and the snow and mud were all over her body, which was very embarrassing.
The year of the disaster was the powerlessness of the family and the sadness of the individual.
Later, her parents used the seven taels of money they got from selling her to marry a wife for her brother, and they also spent the most difficult year.
She had experienced the most miserable years.
She knew that the people at the bottom of the world were all miserable.
It is said that the people suffer when the country prospers, and the people suffer when the country perishes.
This is also the reason why Yan Qingying has special feelings for Zhao Wuji, who values the people and is determined to change Qingtian.
Zhao Wuji's actions surprised her and touched the soft side of her heart.
In her world, contact is often accompanied by fighting and hostility, but such caring emotions are so strange and warm.
She subconsciously took a step back, but did not completely avoid Zhao Wuji's hand, but a complicated look flashed in her eyes.
"I'm fine."
Yan Qingying replied softly, with an imperceptible tremor in her voice.
She looked down at her arm, and the scar looked a little abrupt in the moonlight.
It not only recorded the unbearable experience in the past, but also the confidence of her hard practice.
She slowly raised her head and met Zhao Wuji's eyes, which were full of sincere concern and gentle encouragement, making her feel unprecedented peace of mind.
"It's just an old wound."
She tried to hide her sadness.
But these words seemed to open the floodgates of memory, making her recall those difficult years involuntarily.
"Your eyes don't lie."
"Even the strongest monks get tired sometimes. We all need care and understanding, don't we?"
Zhao Wuji looked at an ugly and ferocious wound.
Yan Qingying was a little embarrassed, so she covered it carefully, and a hint of blush rose on her face.
In his eyes, Yan Qingying read a deep tenderness that she had never experienced from anyone else.
This man was unlike anyone she had ever come into contact with before.
If outsiders could see this, he was the majestic Taoist master of the Feitian Sect and a practitioner of the White Tiger Fighting Sun Technique.
It will definitely surprise people that he has such a tender side.
Yan Qingying never thought about it.
One day I will receive such care from a former enemy.
She has always been accustomed to loneliness and independence, wrapping herself in a hard shell to prevent herself from being hurt.
"Aren't you worried that I'll kill you?"
Yan Qingying finally spoke, with a hint of vulnerability in her voice.
She didn't understand why people like Zhao Wuji were like this.
To show such tenderness and understanding to someone like her who had attempted to take his life.
Zhao Wuji smiled, his eyes full of sincerity.
"I know girl you won't kill me because we both have the same story."
Yan Qingying felt an unprecedented resonance.
She knew that the person in front of her might also have an unknown story, and those stories might be heavier than hers.
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royal palace.
Buried in the Cloud Tower.
There are countless books in the collection.
Ye Yang rummaged through the boxes and cabinets, and kept looking for the blood of the phoenix as he walked along.
Watch all the way down.
The collection of books in the Burial Cloud Tower is staggeringly rich.
From the personal writings of the heads of the Immortal Sect and emperors, to the strange stories and rumors circulated among the people, they are all included.
"It's a pity that these books and jade slips are protected by special formations, so only general information can be seen."
"If not, if these books can be transported to Feitian Sect, they will definitely enhance Feitian Sect's foundation."
"The Universiade Dynasty swallowed up the world, destroyed sects and temples, and destroyed countless sects and families. There must be countless secrets that I want to collect."
"It is said that the Burial Cloud Tower is the simplest Scripture-Depository Pavilion. I wonder what good things are in the more advanced Scripture-Depository Pavilion."
Ye Yang sighed.
The road is long and long, but the current Feitian Sect is pretty good.
But compared with behemoths like the Universiade Dynasty, there is still a big gap.
Search all the way.
Ye Yang noticed a seemingly ordinary ancient book on herbal medicine, made entirely of animal skin.
There is a line of patterns outlined with extremely thin ink lines on the edge of the page.
If you don't observe carefully, it is easy to overlook.
The pattern depicts a naked wild man walking across hundreds of mountains, holding herbs in his mouth and looking sad.
"Look for grass in the mountains and search for medicine under the water."
Ye Yang was shocked. If his guess was correct, this should be the classic Shen Nong Baicao Jing of Yao Wang Sect.
Not far away, there is also an ancient book.
There is a faint fragrance of vegetation exuding from the pages of the book, and each page is actually woven with herbs and vines.
It records the form, efficacy and collection methods of countless kinds of herbs.
It should be the Huifeng Liuxue inner alchemy technique of the Yundan sect.
This inner alchemy cultivation technique has been lost in the cultivation world for thousands of years.
Such a precious classic is placed randomly here.
This gave Ye Yang a better understanding of the wealth of the Universiade Dynasty.
"Where will the blood and essence of the obscene phoenix be hidden?"
He searched carefully in the Burial Cloud Tower for a while.
Still found nothing.
finally.
Ye Yang fixed his gaze on a seemingly ordinary pool.
As a noble concubine of the Universiade Dynasty, Yang Xiaoyan's news should be correct.
The phoenix essence and blood were extremely hot, and it had just been refined, so it was difficult to preserve.
According to his guess, it must be hidden in a place with strong Yin energy so that it can be well preserved.
There are countless monks who made medicine and elixirs in the Universiade Dynasty, so it is impossible that they do not know this truth.
In the center of Burial Cloud Tower, there is a small flying spring.
At the bottom of the flying spring, a carefully constructed stone platform can be vaguely seen.
Ye Yang held his breath and carefully stretched out his hand to touch the stone platform.
Powerful spiritual consciousness poured in, and he immediately sensed the weirdness inside.
"break."
Point out with a finger, it looks like a big magic roc on your finger
The fingertips seemed to have turned into roc claws, pointing directly at the strange formation light curtain in the center of the stone platform with an irresistible force.
With a click, the light curtain disappeared.
The rocks at the base of the flying spring split.
After this stone platform is broken,
At this moment, a warm and powerful force surged out of the water.
A delicate and transparent jade box slowly emerged from the water, with a lifelike phoenix pattern carved on the lid.
There were two drops of pink blood essence in the box, which glowed with light and slightly exuded a special charming fragrance.
The first glance makes people's hearts beat faster and their mouths go dry.
The phoenix essence and blood lie quietly in the box, like a beating heart, emitting a soft and mysterious light.
Ye Yang gently took the jade box out of the water.
The phoenix pattern on the jade box is lifelike, as if it is about to burst out of the box.
"Finally I got the blood of the phoenix."
On the other side.
The sweeping monk also found "The Emperor's Mind".
He laughed.
"The Emperor's Mind" is not an ordinary book.
It records the way of governing the country by the ancient emperors and the subtle art of how to control people's hearts.
This book is not a jade slip, but an ancient book.
The cover is mottled, as if it has been baptized by countless years.
The sweeping monk stroked his beard, and his laughter echoed in the empty pavilion.
It was a kind of joy from the heart, a kind of open-mindedness after experiencing vicissitudes.
But at the moment when the two broke the two objects at the same time.
The Burial Cloud Tower suddenly shook and seemed to collapse.
"Not good, it caused the reaction of the formation."
Such an important place is guarded by the formation.
The moment the two used brute force to break it.
The whole Burial Cloud Tower seemed to be touched by an invisible force and began to shake violently.
The dust in the building was disturbed, and an ancient and mysterious atmosphere filled the air.
The sky suddenly darkened, dark clouds gathered, and lightning flashed across the sky.
Thunder roared, as if even the heaven and earth were shaking. (End of this chapter)