Feng Ziyi never spoke, but quietly stood by Zhenye Zhenxian's side, his face expressionless, and even his eyes were like a pool of stagnant water without any ripples.
She's always been like this.
Su Zimo has known her for many years, traveled together, and had some contact with her, but he rarely saw any emotional fluctuations on her face.
Su Zimo originally thought that she had a cold nature.
But later I learned that her family was destroyed when she was young, and she witnessed the tragic death of her parents, which caused her personality to change drastically and become what she is now.
"Where have you been all these years?"
Su Zimo asked: "After the Thunder Emperor was crowned the king, he came to the Shenxiao Immortal Realm to look for you and Can Ye's old tribe. However, he alarmed the powerful Immortal King of the Great Jin Immortal Kingdom and had no choice but to retreat to the Demonic Realm."
"Over the years, I have also entrusted friends from Yanyang Immortal Kingdom and Zixuan Immortal Kingdom to search for your whereabouts, but there has been no news."
Feng Ziyi said: "After the last separation, Prince Yuanzuo launched a crazy revenge, encircling and searching for all the monks in Can Ye. Master and I had nowhere to hide, and we were on the run."
"While escaping, I accidentally entered an ancient ruins and was isolated from the world. I practiced for thousands of years before I was able to escape."
"Master and I heard about the news that grandpa has established a foothold in the Demon Realm, so we thought of gathering Can Ye's old men together and taking everyone there with us."
"But Prince Yuanzuo has laid a trap in advance and used Can Ye's old troops to lure Master and I to show up."
"It's Prince Yuanzuo again!"
Su Zimo's expression turned cold, the murderous intent in his eyes flashed away, and he gritted his teeth and said: "Thousands of years have passed, and his ghost still lingers!"
Su Zimo thought about this matter for a moment and figured out the intention of Prince Yuanzuo.
Back then, Feng Cantian escaped from Juelei City under the watchful eyes of Prince Yuanzuo. Prince Yuanzuo could not escape the blame, and was therefore deposed as the Prince of Qingyun County.
Although today's Yuanzuo has the name of a county prince, he does not have the real power of a county prince. His identity, status, and power are far from what they were back then.
He thought about catching Feng Ziyi and the two and luring Feng Cantian to show up, just to make up for his past mistakes and return to his position as the king of Qingyun County, so he never gave up for thousands of years.
"and after?"
Su Zimo asked.
Feng Ziyi said: "Later, Master led me to break out of the siege, but I was also seriously injured. These injuries were left over from that battle."
Zhenye Zhenxian coughed violently at the side and gasped: "I can't do it anymore, I'm old."
Su Zimo could roughly guess what happened next without asking.
Prince Yuanzuo failed in his encirclement and suppression campaign, so the Great Jin Immortal Kingdom dispatched Jue Wuying and dozens of other true immortals to hunt down Feng Ziyi and the two, just to be sure.
With Prince Yuanzuo's current status, he is unable to command and mobilize these true immortals. Behind them must be a powerful person at the level of the Immortal King of the Great Jin Immortal Kingdom.
Zhenye Zhenxian's eyes were cloudy, he smiled self-deprecatingly, and said with emotion: "I didn't expect that I had been in power for many years and had killed countless powerful opponents, but in the end I fell into the hands of a group of descendants of the immortals."
There was a hint of unwillingness and a hint of sadness in Zhenye Zhenxian's tone.
Su Zimo looked at the old man lying on the bed, with all the oil and lamp dried up, and gray hair, and couldn't help but think back to the Tianhuang Continent, that ancient era when all the emperors rose up together and the magnificent things happened!
The old man in front of me is one of the emperors, who founded the Hidden Killing Sect and passed it down for eternity!
This old man once stood shoulder to shoulder with the Emperor of Humans, Emperor of Thunder, Emperor of Swords, Emperor of Swords, and Emperor of Buddha. For the survival of the human race, he rose up and fought against the nine evil tribes. He left legends on the battlefield and created a glorious and prosperous age for the human race. !
But now, the hero is old, bullied and reduced to this.
Su Zimo's heart was filled with injustice, which could not be calmed down for a long time!
He felt his chest was tight and couldn't help but take a breath. He stood up suddenly and left the chariot. His face was cold and he looked into the distance without saying a word.
Not long after, Mo Qing came out of the carriage next to him, looked at Su Zimo, and said softly: "I'm going back, are you going to send them to the Demon Realm?"
"Um… "
Su Zimo responded absently.
Mo Qing pondered for a while, then suddenly said: "Come with me, I will tell you something."
The two of them jumped off the carriage, and after the imperial guards of Zixuan Fairy Kingdom had gone away, Mo Qing took out a picture scroll from his storage bag and handed it to Su Zimo.
Mo Qing said: "Since you are going to send them to the Demon Realm, help me give this painting to Huang Wu."
"good."
Su Zimo nodded in agreement and prepared to put it away.
Mo Qing asked: "Don't you take a look?"
"can I see?"
Su Zi was stunned for a moment.
Mo Qing said: "Of course, you are so familiar with him, you can help me see how the painting is and whether it looks like him."
Su Zimo followed the words and slowly unfolded the picture scroll.
It depicts a man in purple robes, with fluttering clothes and wild black hair. He has his hands behind his back and has a tall and tall figure. He wears a silver mask on his face.
Those eyes were mysterious and deep, with a hint of indifference.
I have to say that purely in terms of painting, this painting has almost perfectly depicted the martial arts deity, lifelike.
Mo Qing had only met the martial arts master a few times, and relied on his memory to complete such a painting. The title of Painting Immortal is indeed well-deserved.
Even the unique temperament of the martial arts master is reflected in the paintings.
"It's very similar."
Su Zimo nodded, put away the scroll, and said, "Senior sister is interested."
Although he agreed, he had no intention of handing the painting to the martial arts master.
He has seen this painting, which means that the martial arts master has seen it. Naturally, there is no need to put it into the hands of the martial arts master.
Mo Qing glanced at Su Zimo as if complaining, and said, "Speaking of which, I still blame you. In the past few years, I have come to you many times, but you have avoided seeing me."
"If you could tell me more about Daoist Brother Huangwu, this painting could be completed even better."
"Now, this painting only has its form, but it lacks a lot of charm."
Su Zimo was silent.
"I'm leaving. After you send them away, if nothing happens, go back to the academy."
Mo Qing said: "The fact that you have the Jade Clear Jade Book on you has been exposed, and you may encounter danger outside."
"Thank you, senior sister, for reminding me."
Su Zimo slightly arched his hands.
Mo Qing nodded, turned around and left, quickly disappearing.
Su Zimo looked in the direction of the Zixuan Immortal Kingdom's imperial guards, took a deep breath, moved, and quickly chased after them.
This time, Su Zimo didn't go to Feng Ziyi's carriage, but knocked on Yunzhu's carriage.
"come in."
Yunzhu's voice sounded.
Su Zimo got into the carriage, Yunzhu put down the book in his hand, looked at him, smiled slightly, and said teasingly: "I can see that my sister Mo Qing has never forgotten his Taoist friend Huangwu."
Su Zimo also felt a headache when he thought about this.