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 else, and that person must be from the palace."

"It's 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 reach this point today is entirely due to my dedication, military management, dedication, loyalty to the country and my actions for the people."

"What ability do you think I have to be able to connect with the nobles in the palace?"

"In other words, even if I die today, will it really relieve the girl's worries, or will it only add to the conflict?"

"girl?"

Yan Qingying smiled. For those who practice cultivation, there is no age limit in the mountains, and the beauty of time is not apparent.

In fact, she is already quite old.

But she still looks youthful.

Zhao Wuji then 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 all the people in the world. Now is not the time to die."

"As long as it 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 shuddered when she heard this. She was silent for a long time, the sword in her hand slowly dropped, and finally she gently put it back into the sheath.

She looked up at Zhao Wuji, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes.

"Aren't you afraid of death?"

Although Yan Qingying's voice still contained a hint of coldness, her tone was no longer so sharp.

It is indeed rare for an ordinary mortal to be able to achieve this.

Zhao Wuji smiled slightly, his eyes flashing with determination and calmness.

"Everyone is afraid of death, but there are always some things in life that are more important than living."

“Although I, Zao Wou-Ki, do not dare to call myself a hero, I also understand that some things have to be done by someone, and some responsibilities have to be taken by someone.”

"But now is not the time to die. I still need to serve my country with my remaining body. If my death can bring about a prosperous era where everyone can live in peace and contentment, then I, Zhao Wuji, will die without regrets."

Yan Qingying's eyes became complicated, she seemed to see a hint of familiarity in Zhao Wuji.

That is the courage to do whatever it takes for one's beliefs.

Such a firm tone and confidence, and eyes full of hope for the future.

It reminded her of a determined figure.

As thoughts arose, ripples appeared in Yan Qingying's heart.

There is a little appreciation and different feelings.

In the past years, Yan Qingying has experienced too much suffering.

Born into a poor family, she was forced to be sold as a child bride to a wealthy family, and her life was filled with bitterness and humiliation.

However, just when she was about to despair.

The God of Destiny opened another window for her—she joined the Feitian Sect, was cultivated by the sect, cared for by her senior brothers, and grew up safely.

There, she received unprecedented care and cultivation, like an abandoned seed, taking root, sprouting and growing healthily in suitable soil.

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 he tried his best to practice, he was always one level behind others because of his background.

He has been wasting time and has no choice but to suppress himself and shamelessly compete with people who are a generation younger than him for the Golden Elixir of Martial Arts.

It was not until he was forty years old that he broke through to the realm of a warrior.

But I never expected that my great achievements would come late.

He was also highly regarded by the sect and was granted Taoist weapons, and then he made rapid progress.

For a moment, she was filled with endless thoughts.

At this moment, Zhao Wuji seemed to have discovered something, looked at Yan Qingying and spoke.

"Fairy, are you injured?"

On Yan Qingying's wrist, there is a scar as long and deep as a centipede.

She usually kept it covered, but today, she pulled her sleeves down and accidentally exposed it.

In fact, it was when her parents sold her to a wealthy man in her early years.

During the resistance, he was accidentally whipped.

She still remembers that night, when it was snowing and the wind was howling.

She rolled around in the snow, getting covered in mud and looking very miserable.

In years of great disasters, families feel powerless and individuals feel sad.

Later, her parents used the seven hundred dollars they got from selling her to marry her brother, and they also got through that most difficult year.

She had lived through the most miserable years.

Know that the people at the bottom of the world are all miserable.

It is said that when a country prospers, the people suffer; when a country perishes, the people suffer.

This is also the reason why Yan Qingying has special feelings for people like Zhao Wuji who value the people and are determined to change the world.

Zhao Wuji's behavior 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. Instead, a complicated look flashed in her eyes.

"I am fine."

Yan Qingying answered softly, with an imperceptible tremor in her voice.

She looked down at her arm; the scar stood out in the moonlight.

It not only records the unpleasant experiences of the past, but also serves as the basis for her diligent practice.

She slowly raised her head and met Zhao Wuji's gaze, which was 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 her memory, causing her to involuntarily recall those difficult years.

"Your eyes don't lie."

"Even the most powerful monks get tired sometimes. We all need care and understanding, don't we?"

Zhao Wuji looked at the ugly and hideous wound.

Yan Qingying was a little embarrassed. She covered it carefully and a blush appeared on her face.

In his eyes, Yan Qingying read a deep tenderness that she had never experienced in anyone else.

This man was unlike anyone she had ever met before.

If outsiders saw this, the master of the Taoist army of Feitian Sect and the practitioner of the White Tiger Fighting Sun Technique would be in trouble.

It will surely surprise people that she has such a tender side.

Yan Qingying never thought about it.

One day I would 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 might kill you?"

Yan Qingying finally spoke, with a hint of fragility in her voice.

She didn't understand why a man like Zhao Wuji would show such tenderness and understanding to a person like her who once intended to take his life.

Zhao Wuji smiled, his eyes full of sincerity.

"I know you won't kill me girl, 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 that story might be even heavier than hers.

……

royal palace.

Buried in the Cloud Tower.

There are countless books in the collection.

Ye Yang rummaged through boxes and drawers as he moved forward, constantly searching for the blood of the lustful phoenix.

Watch all the way down.

The collection of books in Zangyun Tower is astonishingly rich.

From the writings of the leaders of immortal sects and emperors to the strange theories circulating among the people, it includes everything.

"Unfortunately, these books and jade slips are protected by special formations, so we can only see the general information."

"If not, if these books can be transported to Feitianmen, it will definitely greatly enhance Feitianmen's foundation."

"The Great Fortune Dynasty devoured the world, destroyed sects and temples, and who knows how many sects and families were destroyed. I think the various secret methods they collected must be countless."

"It is said that this Burial Cloud Tower is the simplest Sutra Repository. I wonder what good things are in the more advanced Sutra Repository."

Ye Yang sighed.

The road is long and arduous, although Feitianmen is doing pretty well now.

However, compared with a behemoth like the Dayun Dynasty, there is still a big gap.

Searching all the way.

Ye Yang noticed an ordinary-looking ancient herbal book, made entirely of animal skins.

There is a pattern outlined in very fine ink lines on the edge of the page.

If you don't observe carefully, it is easy to overlook.

The pattern depicts a naked savage walking through the mountains, holding some herbs in his mouth and with a sad face.

"Looking for herbs in the mountains and searching for medicine in the water."

Ye Yang's heart was shocked. If his guess was correct, this should be the classic Shennong Herbal Classic of the Yaowang Sect.

Not far away, there is also an ancient book.

There is a faint herbal fragrance emanating from the pages of the book, and each page is actually woven with herbs and vines.

It records the forms, effects and collection methods of countless herbs.

It should be the Huifeng Liuxue inner alchemy technique of the Yundan School.

This technique of inner alchemy practice has been lost in the practice world for thousands of years.

Such a precious classic is placed here casually.

This made Ye Yang have a better understanding of the wealth of the Dayun Dynasty.

"Where is the blood of the Lustful Phoenix hidden?"

He searched carefully in Zangyun Tower for a while.

Still nothing.

finally.

Ye Yang fixed his eyes on a seemingly ordinary pool.

As Yang Xiaoyan was the imperial concubine of the Dayun Dynasty, the news should not be wrong.

The blood of the lustful phoenix was extremely hot, and it had just been refined, so it was not easy to preserve.

According to his guess, it must be hidden in a place with strong yin energy to be preserved.

There are countless monks in the Dayun Dynasty who make medicine and pills, so it is impossible for them not to know this principle.

In the center of the Zangyun Tower, there is a small flying fountain.

At the bottom of this flying spring, you can vaguely see a carefully built stone platform.

Ye Yang held his breath, concentrated, and carefully stretched out his hand to touch the stone platform.

A powerful spiritual consciousness surged in and immediately sensed the weirdness.

"break."

He pointed out with one finger, and on his finger there appeared a giant demon roc.

The fingertips seemed to turn into the sharp claws of a roc, pointing directly at the strange light curtain of the formation in the center of the stone platform with an irresistible force.

With a click, the light curtain disappeared.

The rocks at the bottom of the flying spring cracked.

After this stone platform was broken,

At this moment, a warm and powerful force surged out of the water.

An exquisite and transparent jade box slowly emerged from the water, with a lifelike phoenix pattern carved on the lid.

There are two drops of pink blood in the box, glowing and emitting a special fragrance.

The first sight of it makes one's heart beat faster and mouth dry.

The blood of the phoenix lay 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 break out of the box.

"Finally I got the blood of the lewd phoenix."

And the other side.

The sweeping monk also found "The Emperor's Mindset".

He laughed.

"The Imperial Mind" is not an ordinary book.

It records the ancient emperors' ways of governing the country 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 carried the baptism of countless years.

The monk sweeping the floor stroked his beard, and his laughter echoed in the empty pavilion.

It is a kind of joy that comes from the heart, a kind of open-mindedness after experiencing vicissitudes of life.

But at the moment when the two of them broke the two objects at the same time.

The Zangyun Tower suddenly began to shake, as if it was about to collapse.

"Not good, it caused a reaction from the formation."

Such important places are guarded by formations.

The moment when the two used brute force to break through.

The entire Zangyun 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 flashes of lightning intertwined in the sky.

The thunder roared, and it seemed as if even the heaven and earth were shaking. (End of this chapter)