Genius is not terrible.
Because there is never a shortage of geniuses in this world, but when the word "deceit" is placed on the head of this genius, it cannot be described by the word "terrible".
"To be honest with you, I have spent a lot of time on this this year, and I have felt the results. Do you feel like you can't move your feet?" Fang Zhengzheng looked concerned.
"You..." Baixing felt that he should shout for help. Although it was extremely humiliating to shout these two words in his own mansion, he still opened his mouth.
Unfortunately…
As soon as he opened his mouth, he felt something hit him hard on the head.
Turn around.
Bai Xing also saw a stick, an iron rod that had been smashed into an extremely bent shape.
"What a hard head!" The man looked at Bai Xing and then at the deformed iron rod in his hand, with an obvious look of surprise on his face.
"..." Bai Xing looked at the man behind him, and at the red magic eyes that were shining faintly on his forehead. He didn't want to believe that he would be touched behind him.
Why
Was it because Fang Zhengzheng's words distracted him
However, no matter how distracted I am, with my strength in the middle stage of the reincarnation realm, it is absolutely impossible for someone to touch my behind and not notice it at all
and…
What does it mean to hit an iron rod behind your back
Could it be that this guy with such poor acting skills thought he could knock himself out with an iron rod? This idea is a bit too naive, right
Bai Xing felt that what was happening in front of him was really weird, and what was even weirder was that he actually felt a pain in his head, like being pricked by a needle. It was a stinging pain.
It hurt so much that he felt like he was spinning.
"Boom!" Baixing's body stiffened and he fell directly to the ground. The moment he fell, a thought flashed through his mind.
wrong!
I am not poisoned, or rather, I am not just poisoned.
"Hahaha, knock out a demon clan leader with one stick. After I go back now, I wonder who else dares to look down on me, Su Jiu!" Su Jiu looked at Bai Xing who fell on the ground, and could not hide the excitement on his face. .
"So, it was all your idea to come to Blood Shadow City to see the scenery this time, right?" Fang Zhengzheng glanced at Su Jiu and said unhurriedly.
"Uh..." Su Jiu's body suddenly stiffened.
…
Half an hour later, at the highest point in the center of Blood Shadow City, nine men in bright armor were waiting uniformly at the entrance of a huge black palace.
The architecture of the palace is not new, but rather old.
Ten black pillars stood around the palace, supporting the entire palace. Around the ten black pillars, there were also demon soldiers wearing different armors.
After a while, a magic soldier walked out of the palace.
"Young Master invites you!"
"Yes!" The nine men nodded immediately, and then, led by the magic soldiers, they quickly walked through the palace gate and walked towards the palace.
Not long after, nine men also entered a room in the palace.
And in the middle of the room, there was a woman standing, wearing a snow-white long dress, with black hair hanging down to her waist, and a pair of phoenix eyes that were extremely calm.
The woman did not move, she just looked out the window, looking at the rising sun outside the window, holding a slightly yellow piece of paper in her hand.
The piece of paper is not big.
Then, naturally there won’t be much writing on it.
A very brief sentence.
"Have you got a meal yet?"
Apart from this, there is no handwriting and no signature.
The woman is naturally Yun Qingwu.
As the young master of the demon clan, Yun Qingwu had to deal with many things every day. Logically speaking, a piece of paper like this should never appear in her hands.
However, this piece of paper passed through one level after another, passed through the hands of one demon soldier after another, and was delivered to Yun Qingwu's hands.
the reason is simple…
This piece of paper is the only "trace" left in Bai's house.
"See you, young master!" After the nine men entered the room, they all knelt down with great respect.
"Well, you don't have to be polite, adults." Yun Qingwu nodded, then slowly withdrew his gaze and put the piece of paper in his hand into his arms.
"Young Master, this matter..."
"Please tell me, young master, what should we do now?"
"To be able to break into the Blood Shadow City and kidnap Bai Dutong silently, there is definitely no one in the Southern Territory who can do it, only those few from Daxia..."
While the nine men were talking, they were also looking at Yun Qingwu, waiting for Yun Qingwu's decision.
After all, the fact that Bai Xing, one of the leaders of the Ten Domains, was kidnapped in Blood Shadow City was definitely an event that shocked the entire demon clan.
The most important thing is…
The impact of this incident was horrific.
Silent, aboveboard, and still daytime, this is equivalent to telling all the demons that Blood Shadow City is not as safe as they imagined.
"It's been more than a year, and he's finally back!" Yun Qingwu did not immediately answer the nine men's words, but said as if talking to herself.
"He? Young Master, who are you talking about?" A man asked with doubts on his face after hearing this.
After all, they had all read the note handed into Yun Qingwu's hand one by one, and there was no signature or clue at all on it.
If it weren't for that piece of paper being the only clue left in Bai Mansion.
They may even just throw the piece of paper away.
"A person who has disappeared for more than a year." Yun Qingwu was silent for a moment, and after thinking about it, she said calmly.
"Disappeared for more than a year?!"
When the other men heard Yun Qingwu's words, they all looked at me and me with deep doubts in their eyes.
"Young Master is not talking about Fang Zhengzheng, is he?"
"Are you kidding? How is that possible? Fang Zhengzheng has disappeared for more than a year, but he is already disabled. Moreover, the entire Daxia and Southern Territory are looking for him. I guess he should be dead long ago!"
"Well, with Daxia's way of doing things, it is indeed not appropriate to make it public after executing Fang Zhengzheng!"
While the nine men were guessing, they also looked at Yun Qingwu again.
However…
Yun Qingwu did not answer the nine men's words, because she knew very clearly that even if she said it, no one would believe it.
So, why bother talking about it
"Shadowwind."
"Young Master, my subordinates are here!" After hearing Yun Qingwu's words, a man immediately stood up from the crowd. He was a somewhat thin man with very ordinary facial features.
However, when this man stood up, several other men around him subconsciously took a half step back.
because…
His name is Shadow Wind.
The current capital of the Dark Territory is the younger brother of the former deputy capital commander of the Dark Territory, Yingshan. A man who was once promoted to the deputy capital of the Dark Territory based on Yun Qingwu's words.
In just over a year, this man climbed from the position of deputy capital to the position of chief.
Of course, this is not the most important thing.
The most important thing is that the current dark domain has long replaced the star domain, and has become the strongest domain among the ten domains from the weakest domain.
No demon knows how Shadow Wind does this.
But the fact is...
Yingfeng did it, and he didn't rely on Yun Qingwu's words anymore.
"Well, I'm going to Daxia. It's up to you to arrange things along the way." Yun Qingwu glanced at Yingfeng who stood up and said in a calm tone.
"Young master wants to go to Daxia?!"
"No, this is absolutely not okay! The young master's identity in Daxia was exposed a year ago, how can he continue to put himself in danger?"
"Yes, this matter is of great importance. Young Master must not act rashly. I think this matter should be reported to the Demon Emperor..."
When several men heard this, they all looked shocked.
"Do you think that I, Yingfeng, am not strong enough to protect the young master?" Yingfeng's voice rang out among the voices of several men.
Suddenly…
The expressions of the eight men also changed.
However, no one stood up to refute.
"As long as I, Shadow Wind, am still alive, I will fight to the death to keep the young master safe. I dare you to ask, when will the young master want to come out?"
"tomorrow."
"Tomorrow? Yes, I will make arrangements now!"
…
…
Five days later, in the Southern Region, Han Yuan Tribe, Wind Valley.
Although the slightly cold wind was still raging in the wind valley, making a whistling sound, within a year, this land that was once stained with blood no longer smelled of blood.
Emerald green grass covers the gate of Han Yuan Tribe, and flowers of various colors bloom in the grass, exuding a faint fragrance.
Of course, if we insist on asking whether there are any traces of that war outside the Han Yuan tribe.
The answer is yes.
because…
There is a sword on the windy valley, a sword stuck in the ground and wrapped in frost.
The warm sunshine falls from the sky and shines on the frost-white ice, but it is still unable to melt the frost, even though it is already spring.
This is a somewhat weird scene.
What's even more weird is that there is a figure next to the sword. A blue gown is fluttering gently in the wind, making a grinning sound.
For the Southern Region.
This sword on Wind Valley is no stranger.
It can even be said to be very familiar, because in this year, countless warriors from the Southern Region have come in front of this sword.
Then they drew their swords, and then they drew their swords, and they drew their swords again...
The results are clear.
The sword was still the same sword, firmly inserted into the ground, covered with thick frost, which seemed to express its inner wishes.
"If you touch me, you won't actually touch me!"
Of course, the warriors in the Southern Territory did not have such thoughts. They were just curious, why was the frost on the sword still so thick even though the surrounding frost had melted
What a sword!
This was the only answer they came up with.
Later, they gradually forgot about this sword, because more than a year was enough for tens of thousands of warriors to come up and try it, and then accept the blow.
Now…
A figure stood on the windy valley.
Naturally, he also came to draw the sword, because his hand had already been stretched out, slowly reaching towards the sword wrapped in thick frost.
Then, a strange scene occurred.
The frost melted at a speed visible to the naked eye, turning into a white mist that shone with a faint white light when illuminated by the bright sunlight.
Then, one hand was on the hilt of the sword.
Then, the sword comes out!
It was pulled out from the ground, turned into a strange purple light, and fell into the hands of the figure.
"Long time no see." A slight voice came from the figure's mouth. One hand held the hilt of the sword, while the other hand gently stroked the blade.
"Yin!" The clear sound of the sword sounded.
It was a kind of joy that came from the heart, just like a dragon that had been sleeping for a thousand years and finally saw the light of day one day, excited and excited.
"This time, I will take you to see a different scenery. Let's go further and stand higher to see." The figure said a voice again.
"Yin!" The sword roared again.
…
Southern Territory, Holy Mountain City, among the royal cities.
Han Yuan, the chief of the Han Yuan tribe, wearing thick rattan armor, quickly passed through the guards one after another and walked directly to the gate of the royal palace.
"Your Majesty!" As soon as Han Yuan entered the gate of the royal palace, he half-knelt on the ground with an extremely respectful expression.
Right above the palace, there was still a person sitting at the moment, a woman wearing a snow-white animal skin. Her wheat-colored skin shone with a faint brilliance under the firelight.
The black head is spread over the shoulders.
On the top of the woman's head, she also wears a small golden crown with three feathers of different colors on it. In addition, it is also inlaid with three gems of different colors.
Her name is Shan Yu.
The current king of the Southern Territory!
After Shan Yu heard Han Yuan's words, his eyes slowly moved away from the book in his hand, and then he raised his head and looked at Han Yuan.
"Uncle Ape is so anxious, what's the matter?"
"Sword, the sword is gone!" Han Yuan's expression was obviously a little anxious, which made his voice tremble even when he spoke.
"Sword? What sword?" Shan Yu's dark eyes were filled with confusion.
"It's just... that sword stuck in the wind valley, no... it's gone!" When Han Yuan said the last thing, his face was extremely complicated.
"What did Uncle Yuan say? The sword on the Wind Valley is missing?!" Shan Yu's expression completely changed at this moment, and the book in his hand fell to the ground.
"Yes!" Han Yuan nodded, with an affirmative look on his face.
Of course he knew why Shan Yu was shocked, and he knew even more clearly what the disappearance of the sword meant.
For more than a year, countless warriors from the Southern Territory ran to the Wind Valley of Han Yuan Tribe to draw their swords, but none of them succeeded.
This also makes the sword become an "honor" invisibly.
If it was really a warrior from the Southern Territory who pulled out that sword, it is conceivable that it would definitely be a major event that would make him famous.
But…
The sword on the windy valley disappeared.
However, it disappeared silently, and not a single warrior from the Southern Territory stood up and shouted that I had pulled out the sword on the Wind Valley.
Then, the meaning of this matter is completely different from "honor". (To be continued.)