"Oh, why are you in such a hurry to do it?" The green-clothed scholar dodged the wooden chips flying all over the sky in embarrassment, but his expression was extremely relaxed.
"Oh, are you waiting for you to break the curse before doing it?" Yun Qing said coldly.
Xie Yao seldom saw her look so aggressive. Along the way, although Yun Qing is full of doubts, her personality is still very simple and gentle. But ever since that weird scholar pointed out behind her woman, Yun Qing seemed to be a little irritable.
Xie Yao observed the two confronting each other, knowing that he was useless, so he remained silent.
"That's not what you said." The scholar raised his hand, propped up a bluish light to block Aman, and took the time to argue with Yun Qing during the short stalemate.
"Of course I can't break the curse." The scholar looked solemn, "But I do have something to ask... Tsk, you girl is so fierce!"
He was nagging here, but Yun Qing sneered and remained silent. Resolutely raised his hand and spilled out the remaining water in the cup. As soon as the water touched the blue light of the scholar's body, it turned 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 dodge, but Aman seized the opportunity and slapped him far away. The sound of flesh colliding against the dirt wall was loud, and Xie Yao was stunned. Isn't this a murder
Amang was tall and strong. With a palm, the scholar's thin body seemed to be broken, twisted at an unreasonable angle.
Xie Yao was terrified when he saw it. Although Yun Qing could tell people's hearts, he could still make sense anyway. But this strange man looked like a brainless beast, killing people without blinking an eye, and the scholar was shot dead by him before he even finished speaking. But this murderous man is so docile and well-behaved in front of Yun Qing, which shows that Yun Qing is absolutely very human.
"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 by now..." Xie Yao stammered. Although his mind is full of thoughts of wandering immortals and being a hero, he is a noble son in the deep courtyard. He has only seen this kind of scene once in more than ten years since he was born, that is, the time he met Fairy Wuxia. He still didn't want Yun Qing to take his life from the bottom of his heart, so he was a little happy to hear Yun Qing say that.
"A dead person...how can he die a second time." The hoarse voice was filled with pain, and the scholar actually stood up staggeringly while leaning on the wall.
Xie Yao was dumbfounded. Aman, 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 want will be exchanged for a fairy relationship!"
"That's enough, A'mang." Yun Qing stopped A'mang's hand before he touched the scholar.
"Since you have seen what we are asking, wouldn't you have saved me a lot of trouble by saying this earlier?" Yun Qing touched the square inch lamp in her hand with a soft expression.
Both the scholar and Xie Yao got goose bumps from her face-changing skills.
"Let's listen to you talk about Xianyuan." She didn't care, she only cared about the little lamp in her hand.
"Hahaha, I didn't expect that I, Song Liyou, would be planted in your hands." The scholar said with a smile, brushing his hand over the place that was just damaged, and in the blink of an eye, he returned to its original shape.
"Since I have decided to sit down and talk about it in detail, let me talk about my background first. Song Liyou is the poet of the Gaya Royal Family in the Beichuan Continent. Have you asked the names of the two?"
Xie Yao has never heard of the Beichuan Continent and the Gaya Royal Family. However, he had read in various novels of gods and ghosts that there was more than the Nanfeng Continent where they lived, where the human race lived. If you want to come to the Beichuan Continent, it is also one of them.
"I'm Xie Yao, a person from the Flower City of Jing Country." Xie Yao is also a literati, but he seems to be more upright than Song Liyou.
"My name is Yunqing, and I come from the Hundred Thousand Mountains. This is Amang, my family." This is the first time Yunqing has revealed Amang's identity. Originally, Xie Yao thought he was Yun Qing's servant or something, but Yun Qing said 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 strange guy really has the same strength. I was rude before I got down, so please don't blame me."
Xie Yao still didn't understand. Song Liyou probably guessed Yun Qing's identity, so his attitude changed drastically.
"Don't delay any longer, I just want to know what you mean by Xianyuan."
"Since Miss is from the Hundred Thousand Mountains, you must have heard of the Palace of Farewell in Yintian Mountain, right?" Song Liyou broke the news out.
Yun Qing didn't respond, she was silent for a while before frowning: "Is this the ruins of the Li Palace?"
Song Liyou immediately jumped up from the ground when he heard this, his eyes widened, and he was horrified: "How did you know that the Parting Palace was dismantled into the Li Palace and the Annex?!"
Seeing his expression, Xie Yao suddenly became more balanced. It seems that not only him, but even the mysterious Song Liyou was quite frightened by Yun Qing's seemingly omniscient appearance.
"The Hundred Thousand Mountains really have a profound foundation, and it's not too unexpected that I lose in your hands." Song Liyou frowned, and his expression, which had always been a little slippery and frivolous, became slightly serious. "I have collected poems for the Gaya royal family for 260 years, 30,008 poems from the wind department, 247 poems from the Ya department, and 4 poems from the ode department..."
"Sorry..." Xie Yao raised his hand in embarrassment and interrupted him, "What is a poetry picker?"
"..." Song Liyou glared at him angrily, then sat back down again.
"It's a kind of official position in the Gaya Dynasty." Yun Qing said while lowering his head in thought, more like talking to himself than answering Xie Yao's question, "The official position of the Gaya Dynasty adopts the ancient system, which is the system of three lords and nine ministers. And Poetry collectors are independent from the Sangong and Jiuqing, and they travel around the world, observe the folk customs of the world, and know political gains and losses. The public opinion is expressed through singing, and the songs are presented by the poetry collectors to Emperor Gaya."
"Most of the poetry collectors know the world situation and are versatile. They are the embodiment of the eyes and ears of Emperor Gaya among the people." Yun Qing raised his head, although his eyes were not opened, Song Liyou felt her watching him, "So, your background is really not good. Small."
"You!" Song Liyou felt that Yun Qing's words were thorny, and he said through gritted teeth, "It's nothing compared to a hundred thousand mountains."
Xie Yao was about to ask what is in Shiwan Dashan, but Yun Qing had already stepped forward and grabbed Song Liyou by the collar: "Just tell me about leaving the palace, don't say anything else."
Yun Qing was only in her early teens, with a thin body, and it seemed a little unnatural to grab a grown man who was much taller than her.
"Let... let go! Girls...why are you so rude!" Song Liyou struggled, his sleeves flapping.
"Don't detour with me anymore, or it will be bad if you die." Yun Qing loosened his collar and stood in front of him with an ugly expression.
Xie Yao faintly felt that the news of the "Farewell Palace" was very important to Yun Qing, otherwise she would not have lost control to this point.
"... so vicious at such a young age, the Hundred Thousand Mountains really shouldn't be underestimated." Song Liyou said angrily.
"As I said before, I have been collecting poems for nearly three hundred years, traveled to every land in Beichuan, and heard every song in Beichuan. Later, during a visit to a deep mountain, I accidentally lost my way, and there was a sudden heavy rain in the middle of the night, so I had to hide into an ancient tomb..."
"Ancient tomb?"
"That's right, the night rain washed away the soil on the hillside, and I suddenly saw the exposed stone gate of the tomb. There was a hole in the stone gate, so I went in." Song Liyou seemed to be caught in the memories of that year, "Between I don’t want to mention the various abnormalities that happened, since I entered the ancient tomb, I found it unusual. It was only when I broke through many obstacles and saw the owner of the tomb that I realized that the way back had disappeared.”
It's okay to hide from the rain, but this Song Liyou still wants to go to the tomb to investigate, probably because he is uneasy and out of good intentions. Xie Yao felt a little disdainful.
"There are some strange lines painted on the coffin of the owner of the tomb. I guess they are mostly ancient characters or something. The poetry collector's nature doesn't care about anything. I climbed up the coffin and wanted to extract these lines. I didn't expect that my subordinates suddenly Once it was empty, the coffin lid disappeared, and I fell into the coffin to get here."
"What does this have to do with Li Gong?" Yun Qing still only cared about the so-called fairy fate, Li Gong.
"This relationship is coming soon." Song Liyou didn't get angry this time, but said solemnly, "I fell into the coffin, feeling like I fell from a very high place in a daze, and when I woke up, It's actually a place similar to that ancient tomb. I mean, it's also an ancient tomb."
"That's because I didn't know that I had come to another continent. I just thought it was a trap set by the owner of the tomb to make me fall. So I lit a fire and looked at the surrounding environment. There are many ancient books among the buried objects. Comparing the strange lines recorded before with the ancient books, I discovered a shocking secret history."
"I don't want to hear the secret history, you just need to tell me where Li Palace is."
"...thousands of years ago, the Qing Emperor died on Tianyin Mountain. Later generations also have seekers of immortality, who searched for Tianyin Mountain everywhere, but there is nothing consistent with the records in the ancient books. The world thinks that Tianyin Mountain is just a myth, but they don'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, and the Farewell Palace that was built floating on the top of Tianyin Mountain back then is within reach today." Song Liyou looked happy, "If you help me out, I will Take you to the ruins of the palace."
"Although you don't tell the truth much, it's useful. Let's take you with you." Yun Qing thought for a while, and replied.
Xie Yao was confused. He didn't know what was going on, Qingdi, Shenshan, or the Palace of Farewell. It can be seen that Yun Qing means that he is going to explore inside. Originally, he wanted to go to Wuxuan Mountain, which is a legendary holy place for cultivation, so it was relatively safe. This day, the Farewell Palace in Yinshan Mountain sounded like a legend, and Yun Qing himself said that what Song Liyou, a centuries-old monster said, was totally unreliable, and his life might be in danger for this trip.
"Daoyuan?" Yun Qing's gentle voice came, interrupting Xie Yao's imagination.
"Ah? What, what's the matter?" Xie Yao asked.
"I asked you to pass the pot to me just now." Yun Qing was a little helpless, "Are you afraid?"
Xie Yao carefully handed the pot of heaven and earth in his hand to Yun Qing, and then he said loudly: "I'm afraid. But the way of immortality is vague. If you don't hurry up this time, when will you see this wisp next time?" Xianyuan. Perhaps it will be an ordinary life."
"If I were an ordinary life, how would I have the face to meet Fairy Wuxia?"
"Tch, I didn't expect such a coward like you to be a seed of infatuation... ah!!" Song Liyou sneered, and suddenly screamed.
Yun Qing swiftly poured the water from the pot of heaven and earth onto the seals one by one. Blazing blue flames ignited from the four corners of the house, and the seals were continuously dissolved.
Song Li wailed in grief, his eyes covered by his long hair were extremely resentful.