"Oh, why are you in such a hurry to take action? "Elegance, Literature, Romance, and Love"" The scholar in green shirt awkwardly dodged the debris of wooden boards flying in the sky, but his expression was unusually relaxed.
"Oh, are we still waiting for you to break the curse before we take action?" Yun Qing said coldly.
Xie Yao rarely saw her in such an aggressive manner. Along the way, although Yun Qing was surrounded by doubts, his personality was still very simple and gentle. However, Yun Qing seemed to be a little irritable ever since that weird scholar revealed her woman's back.
Xie Yao observed the two people confronting each other, knowing that he could not make any difference, so he remained silent.
"That's not what you said." The scholar raised his hand and blocked Amang with a burst of blue light. He took the time to argue with Yun Qing during the brief stalemate.
"Of course I can't break the curse." The scholar looked slightly solemn, "But I do have something to ask for... Tsk, you little girl is so fierce!"
He was chattering here, but Yun Qing sneered and remained silent. He raised his hand decisively and spilled all the remaining water in the cup. As soon as the water touched the blue light of the scholar's body, it actually burned into a blue flame, which was very similar to the faint blue fire that came out of the stove before.
The scholar screamed and waved his sleeves to avoid it, but Aman seized the opportunity and slapped him far away. The sound of the gun hitting the earth wall was loud. Xie Yao was stunned for a moment. Wasn't this murder
Aman was tall and strong, and the scholar's thin body seemed to be broken when he passed the palm, twisting at an unreasonable angle.
Xie Yao felt horrified when he saw it. Although Yun Qing could discern people's hearts, he could still make sense. But this weirdo looked like a brainless beast who killed without blinking an eye. The scholar was shot to death before he even finished speaking. But this fierce man was so docile and well-behaved in front of Yun Qing, which shows that Yun Qing is definitely not a human being.
"Not dead yet?" Yun Qing frowned and looked at the scholar's motionless body.
"This, with such strength, a cow would have been completely cold..." Xie Yao stammered. Although he was full of the idea of wandering around and being a hero, he was actually a noble son in a deep courtyard. He had only seen such a scene once in more than ten years since he was born, that is, when he met Fairy Wuxia. Deep down in his heart, he still didn't want Yun Qing to take his life, so he was a little happy to hear what Yun Qing said.
"The dead...how to die a second time." The hoarse voice was filled with pain, and the scholar actually stood up unsteadily while holding on to the wall.
Xie Yao was stunned. Amang, who was closest to the scholar, raised his hand again without fear and was about to wave it down when the scholar immediately screamed: "Wait a minute! What I ask for will be exchanged for a fairy fate!"
"That's enough, Amang." Yun Qing stopped Amang before his hand touched the scholar.
"Since you have seen what we want, wouldn't you have saved me a lot of trouble if you had said this earlier?" Yun Qing touched the square inch lamp in his hand with a soft expression. 『Elegant*Wen*Words*Emotion*First*Posted』
The scholar and Xie Yao both got goosebumps from her face-changing skills.
"Let's hear you talk about the fairy fate." She didn't care, just focused on the small lamp in her hand.
"Hahaha, I didn't expect that I, Song Liyou, would fall into the hands of a girl like you." The scholar said with a smile, brushing his hand over the damaged area, and restored it to its original state in the blink of an eye.
"Now that we have decided to sit down and talk in detail, let me tell you about my origin first. I am Song Liyou, a poet of the Gaya royal family in the Beichuan continent. Haven't you asked your names yet?"
Xie Yao has never heard of the Beichuan Continent and the Gaya Royal Family. However, he had read in various supernatural novels that there was more than just the Nanfeng Continent where they were located, a place where humans lived. I think Beichuan Continent is also one of them.
"My Excellency, Xie Yao, is from the Flower City of the Mirror Country." Xie Yao is also a scholar, but he seems to be more upright than Song Liyou.
"My name is Yun Qing, and I come from Shiwanda Mountain. This is Amang, my family." This was the first time Yunqing stated Amang's identity. Xie Yao originally thought he was Yun Qing's servant or something like that, but he didn't expect Yun Qing to say he was a family member.
"One Hundred Thousand Mountains...!?" Song Liyou suddenly raised his head and stared at Yun Qing for a long time, "So that's it, this weird guy is indeed similar in strength. I was rude before I got off, so please don't blame me, Miss."
Xie Yao still didn't understand. Song Liyou probably guessed Yun Qing's identity and his attitude changed drastically.
"Don't delay any longer, I just want to know what fairy fate you are talking about."
"Since the young lady is from Shiwanda Mountain, she must have heard of the Hidden Sky Mountain Farewell Palace, right?" Song Liyou simply revealed the news.
Yun Qing had no reaction and was silent for a while before frowning: "Is this the ruins of the palace?"
After hearing this, Song Liyou jumped up from the ground, his eyes wide open and he was so horrified: "How did you know that the Palace of Farewell was dismantled into the Palace of Departures and the Villa?!"
Xie Yao suddenly felt more balanced after seeing his expression. It seemed that not only him, but even the mysterious Song Liyou was frightened by Yun Qing's seemingly omniscient appearance.
"Sure enough, Shiwandashan has a profound foundation, so it's not too unexpected that I lost in your hands." Song Liyou frowned, and his usually slick and frivolous expression turned slightly serious. "I have been collecting poems for the Gaya royal family for two hundred and sixty years, and I have collected 30,08 poems from the Feng section, 247 poems from the Ya section, and four poems from the Song section..."
"Sorry..." Xie Yao raised his hand awkwardly, interrupting him, "What is a poetry collector?"
"..." Song Liyou glared at him with an angry face and sat back down.
"It is an official position in the Gaya Dynasty." Yun Qing said while lowering his head and thinking, more like talking to himself than answering Xie Yao's question, "The official positions in the Gaya Dynasty adopt the ancient system, which is the system of three ministers and nine officials. The poetry collector is independent of the three ministers and nine ministers. He travels around, observes the folk customs of the world, and knows the political gains and losses. Public opinion is expressed through singing, and the poetry is dedicated to the emperor Gaya by the poetry collector."
"Most of the people who collect poems know the world and are versatile. They are the incarnation of Emperor Gaya's eyes and ears among the people." Yun Qing raised his head. Although his eyes were not open, Song Liyou could feel her looking at him, "So, you really don't have a good background. Small."
"You!" Song Liyou felt that every word of Yun Qing's words was thorny, so he gritted his teeth and said, "Of course it's nothing compared to a hundred thousand mountains."
Xie Yao was about to ask what Shiwandashan was, but Yun Qing had already stepped forward and grabbed Song Liyou's collar: "Just tell me about leaving the palace, don't say anything else."
Yun Qing was only in her early ten years, with a thin body, and it seemed a little inappropriate to hold an adult man who was much taller than her.
"Let... let go! Girl, why... why are you so ungrateful!" Song Liyou struggled, his sleeves whirring.
"Don't go around the bush with me again, otherwise it will be bad." Yun Qing let go of his collar and stood in front of him with an ugly face.
Xie Yao vaguely felt that this news about the "Farewell Palace" was very important to Yun Qing, otherwise she would not have lost control like this.
"...To be so vicious at such a young age, the Hundred Thousand Mountains really cannot be underestimated." Song Liyou said angrily.
"As mentioned before, I have been collecting poetry for nearly three hundred years. I have traveled to every land in Beichuan and listened to every ballad in Beichuan. Later, during a visit to the mountains, I accidentally got lost. It rained suddenly in the middle of the night, and I had to hide. Entering an ancient tomb..."
"Tomb?"
"Yes, the night rain washed away the soil on the hillside, and I hurriedly saw the exposed stone gate to seal the tomb. There was a hole in the stone gate, so I got in." Song Liyou seemed to be caught in the memories of that year, "In between Putting aside the various strange things that happened, I have noticed that it is unusual since I entered the ancient tomb. When I broke through many obstacles and saw the owner of the tomb, I realized that the way back had disappeared."
Even if he was hiding from the rain, Song Liyou still wanted to explore the tomb. He was probably worried and had no good intentions. Xie Yao sounded a little disdainful.
"There were some strange lines painted on the coffin of the tomb owner. I guessed they were mostly ancient characters or something. The nature of the poetry collector made him ignore everything. I climbed up the coffin and wanted to pick out these lines. Unexpectedly, my men suddenly Once it was empty, the lid of the coffin disappeared, and I fell into it and ended up here.”
"What does this have to do with Li Gong?" Yun Qing still only cares about the so-called immortal fate, Li Gong.
"This relationship is coming soon." Song Liyou didn't get angry this time, but said solemnly, "I fell into the coffin, and I felt like I had fallen from a very high place. When I woke up again, It’s actually a place similar to that ancient tomb. I mean, it’s also an ancient tomb.”
"At that time, I didn't know that I had arrived on the other side of the continent. I just thought that the owner of the tomb had set a trap for me to fall in. So I lit a fire and looked at the surrounding environment. There were many ancient books among the burial objects. I compared the strange patterns I had written down with ancient books, and discovered a shocking secret history."
"I don't want to hear the secret history, you just need to tell me where the palace is."
"...Thousands of years ago, Emperor Qing died in Tianyin Mountain. Later generations also had seekers of immortality. They searched everywhere for Tianyin Mountain, but no one was consistent with the records in the classics. Everyone thought that Tianyin Mountain was just a myth, but they didn't know it. Tianyin Mountain is divided into two, half in Beichuan and half in Nanfeng.”
"You mean..." Yun Qing nodded slightly, "This is the Tianyin Mountain ruins?"
"That's right... Tianyin Mountain has sunk into the ground. The Farewell Palace that was built in the sky on the top of Tianyin Mountain is now within reach." Song Liyou looked happy, "If you help me get out of trouble, I will I’ll take you to the ruins of the Imperial Palace.”
"Although you don't tell many truths, you can be of some use. I'll take you with me." Yun Qing thought for a while and replied.
Xie Yao was confused when he heard this. He didn't know what the situation was like with the Qing Emperor, the Sacred Mountain, and the Palace of Farewell. But it seems that Yun Qing wants to explore inside. Originally, he wanted to go to Wuxuan Mountain, which was the legendary holy land of cultivation and was relatively safe. This Tianyinshan Farewell Palace sounds like something out of legend, and Yun Qing himself said that what Song Liyou, a centuries-old monster, said was not reliable at all, and his life might be in jeopardy during this trip.
"Daoyuan?" Yun Qing's gentle voice came, interrupting Xie Yao's thoughts.
"Ah? What, what's the matter?" Xie Yao asked.
"I just asked you to pass the pot to me." Yun Qing was helpless, "Are you afraid?"
Xie Yao carefully handed the Heaven and Earth Pot in Yun Qing's hand, and then said in a loud voice: "I'm afraid. But the path to immortality is elusive. If you don't hurry up this time, you won't be able to see this ray of light next time." Immortal fate. Maybe it will just be an ordinary life."
"If it were an ordinary life, how could I have the nerve to see Fairy Wuxia?"
"Hey, I didn't expect that a coward like you is still an infatuated seed...ah!!" Song Liyou sneered and suddenly screamed.
Yun Qing quickly poured the water from the Heaven and Earth Pot onto the seal. Blazing blue flames ignited from the four corners of the house, and the seal continued to be dissolved.
Song Li was wailing in pain, his eyes hidden by his long hair extremely malicious.