Chapter 427

"Can you handle it?" "Yes." Fu Fu Shanyue immediately drew a part of the baleful energy from her body and put her into Fu Shanyi's carriage.

There was a long box, or coffin, on the carriage, which had a magic array attached, and as long as it was adjusted slightly, the girl could be basically isolated from the outside world.

That lowly slave saw the change of master and served tea and water diligently, serving Fu Fu Shanyue and Peach very thoughtfully.

He He Lingchuan saw him hiding in a corner far from the firelight eating something; it seemed to be a bowl of paste? Everyone else was sitting, but he could only squat or kneel.

"Hey." He greeted the man and threw him an apple.

The lowly slave didn't bite the apple when he got it; he first looked at the Red Yan people's faces, and seeing the latter ignore him indifferently, he bowed three times to He He Lingchuan, picked up the apple, and shrank into the darkness, chewing "cha cha."

The sound was very much like a mouse.

A Red Yan person saw it and laughed at He He Lingchuan: "Don't look at his pitiful appearance; this guy beat his wife and a daughter to death at home with his own hands."

After the caravan was settled, the moon had already set to the west, and everyone seized the time to rest; tomorrow's journey was still long.

Of course, there were still people on guard this time.

He He Lingchuan didn't intend to sleep either, closing his eyes to adjust his breath.

I don't know how long it had been when a light "clang" sound was heard; it was the precious blade humming in the scabbard.

Then there was a surprised light cry from the nearby sentry.

He He Lingchuan hurriedly opened his eyes.

The illusion actually appeared again!

The moonlight was just as abundant as an hour ago. Under He He Lingchuan's gaze, that ancient city from more than two hundred years ago appeared again.

But unlike the last time, it was silent and soundless.

People were moving on the city gate, and soldiers holding long spears walked back and forth to observe the wilderness, but they didn't need to fight bravely. Because it was quiet under the city gate, and there was no Lingxu army covering the mountains and plains.

No smoke, no crying, no rain of arrows, and no fire in the sky.

Qianxing Ancient City, like the people of today, bathed peacefully in this moonlight.

What is going on?

The curtain of the carriage opposite was lifted, and Fu Fu Shanyue jumped down stealthily, asking He He Lingchuan in a low voice: "Hey, shall we go see again?"

After so many things happened tonight, it was impossible for him to sleep soundly. The subordinates he had just subdued were all Fu Shanyi's subordinates; who knew if any of them were loyal to the monarch and wanted to plot against him? "Let's go." He He Lingchuan was very straightforward; anyway, the eyeball spider responsible for monitoring the camp hadn't been taken back, so let it continue to serve.

At this time, Second Master Shi also heard the sentry's voice and sat up, rubbing his eyes. When he looked outside, he was dumbfounded: "This, what is going on? Why is the illusion different from the original?"

"You haven't seen this scene?"

Second Master Shi rubbed the back of his head: "I heard that the illusion only has one scene, which is the fighting just now. But this, such a quiet Qianxing City, I don't seem to have heard anyone mention it either."

Unlocked a new scene? He He Lingchuan was even more excited.

However, Second Master Shi was too sleepy and didn't want to go out to explore anymore, just wanting to fall asleep.

So the two, who were still full of energy, greeted the camp sentry and walked lightly toward the depths of the illusion.

The phantom city was exceptionally quiet, as if it were also late at night, and there were only a few cats on the cold street. He He Lingchuan also heard the sound of crickets, not knowing if it was in the illusion or reality.

It's hard to tell what's real and what's fake.

Since getting the fragments of the World Tree branch, the Soul-Absorbing Mirror had been in seclusion recently. It hadn't eaten or drunk for hundreds of years, and suddenly it had taken in both the Emperor's Dew and the World Tree branch in half a month; it was a bit full and needed to digest.

Otherwise, He He Lingchuan didn't know how many times he would have heard it exclaim tonight.

This city was too big and quiet; which direction should he explore?

Fu Fu Shanyue thought for a while: "The taking of such a natural illusion depends on the occasional coincidence of time and place; there may not be any important cause and effect. Perhaps this is just a very ordinary day in Qianxing City."

He pointed to the damp ground: "Look, it just rained in the city, and there is a bright moon in the sky, which happens to match the weather we encountered tonight."

He He Lingchuan, however, let out an "eh": "The moon is bright, why are the stars in the east also bright?"

Usually, when the moon is bright, the stars are sparse. Tonight's moonlight shone on the mountains and rivers, making the world as bright as day, and the stars in the sky were eclipsed.

Except for a bright star in the east, shining with purple light.

It didn't compete with the moonlight, but the moonlight couldn't cover its existence.

He He Lingchuan hadn't studied astrology, but this star was really abnormally bright.

Hearing his hint, Fu Fu Shanyue also looked up: "Why is the Tianluo Star bright?"

"This is called Tianluo Star?"

"You don't know?" Fu Fu Shanyue expressed surprise at his ignorance, "Tianluo Star is the tenth star of the Big Dipper; it is usually dim and hard for human eyes to see, and only shines in a few cases."

"A few cases?"

"It seems to be after autumn every year, until early spring of the coming year." Fu Fu Shanyue observed the stars, "It's not even August yet, why is it bright? And, did it shine in the first half of the night?"

He He Lingchuan shrugged: "No impression."

How many things did he have to look at, why would he stare at the celestial phenomena? For example, this one—"Eh?"

He He Lingchuan walked quickly to a high wall and reached out to stroke the pattern on the wall.

This pattern was too familiar; he had seen it countless times on the wall of the south gate of Panlongcheng in his dreams, and that was—

Black Dragon!

Although the sculpture behind the south gate of Panlongcheng was a huge sculpture, this was just a pattern like a magic array, and even the dragon head was drawn a bit Q-version, but He He Lingchuan was very sure that this was a Black Dragon!

The sudden appearance of this pattern was even more shocking to He He Lingchuan than the illusion itself, because it meant that there was some connection between Qianxing City and Panlongcheng.

These two cities, one in Between Beijia and one in the Western Luo Nation, were tens of thousands of miles apart; why did they both have Black Dragon totems? Usually, on such conspicuous avenues and official walls, what is painted is the guardian spirit beast.

For example, the guardian spirit beast of the Western Luo Nation is the Golden Bull, which was originally placed at the south gate of Panlongcheng, and later changed to a Black Dragon by Zhong Zhong Shengquan's order.

But the problem is, the Golden Bull of the Western Luo Nation is real, visible and touchable; it guards the capital in peacetime and can be released to defend against enemies in wartime.

But what about the Black Dragon? He He Lingchuan had entered and exited the Panlong dream countless times, so why had he never seen the Black Dragon itself appear? The Black Dragon in the ruins illusion doesn't count; that was Zhong Zhong Shengquan's remnant soul borrowing its image.

He He Lingchuan had even asked many people, including Hu Min and Xiao Xiao Maoliang, and no one had ever seen the Black Dragon with their own eyes.

Since that's the case, why did Panlongcheng set up a statue for it? What's more outrageous is that Qianxing City, tens of thousands of miles away, did the same! As one of the original twelve great demon nations, the Yuan Nation didn't set up any guardian spirit beasts like human nations.

Monsters run everywhere here, and the strong ones among them have to be big officials; who cares about being a guardian spirit beast? Lowering their status!

Even if there are the words "guardian" in front, it won't work.

So Qianxing City painting the Black Dragon on the wall was a strange act in itself.

He He Lingchuan turned to look at Fu Fu Shanyue, who also had a confused face.

Clearly, regarding the Yuan Nation two hundred years ago, this guy's understanding wasn't much richer than He He Lingchuan's.

Next, the two continued to search, and sure enough, they found the Black Dragon pattern outside the official residence. This time it was a brick carving, with the dragon head protruding outward, and the carving was very fine.

A brick was placed under the brick carving, and an incense burner was placed on top, with two residual incense sticks inserted inside.

The common people were also worshiping it.

When they entered the Qianxing City illusion last time, there were flames and scorched earth everywhere; who would notice the patterns on the walls? Or perhaps they had long been destroyed by the flames of war.

This time, he finally saw it clearly.

Fu Fu Shanyue also stared straight at it, muttering: "Where have I seen it?"

"You've seen it?" He He Lingchuan immediately pursued, "Where?"

"I saw it in my father's study when I was a child, probably in which books?" Fu Fu Shanyue let out a light "hiss," "A long time ago, I can't remember clearly."

"Cut. Really unreliable."

"Anyway, it's a forbidden book... no, it's a secret file."

"Oh?" He He Lingchuan became interested, "How old were you then?"

"Seven or eight?"

"How did you know it was a forbidden book?" So precocious.

"Father's study is divided into inner and outer rooms; the outer room doesn't need to be said, but the things collected in the inner room are not shown to people, including books, files, letters, and some messy objects." Fu Fu Shanyue recalled, "I remember a palace servant bumped into two books while cleaning the imperial study, and accidentally flipped through two pages when picking them up, and then lost his head."

It's not strange that the Red Yan monarch has some secrets in his study.

He He Lingchuan looked at the dragon head in front of him: "It's a taboo in your father's place, but it's seen everywhere in the streets here?" The Yuan King's posture is truly resolute, not leaving himself any way out.

Another mystery.

"Further ahead is the palace city." He straightened up, looking at the high palace walls and the buildings with exposed tips not far away, muttering, "As a result, we still walked toward the palace city."

He couldn't say what was going on, as if guided by the dark.

"Since we're here, let's go see."

The two walked dozens of yards, and just as they were about to walk into the palace gate guarded by soldiers, a carriage turned from the street corner, and the horse lamp emitted a pale yellow halo in the night.

The carriage was very low-key, but the horse was a good horse.

The carriage stopped steadily at the dismounting monument at the palace gate, and a scholar in a long robe got off, about twenty years old, with a clear face and a mole on his brow.

He wasn't wearing official robes, but the guards recognized him: "The King has an order, please go to the corner tower of the West Second Gate, Lord Shao." After a pause, he added, "Specially permitted to travel by carriage."

Seeing only this carriage in the middle of the night, He He Lingchuan and the two naturally followed.

The carriage didn't dare to go fast in the palace, driving along the wall for about a quarter of an hour before stopping.

This was at the top corner of the palace city, and borrowing the moonlight, He He Lingchuan and the two saw a corner tower standing on the city wall, and it had three floors.

That Lord Shao got off the carriage here and climbed the wall, walking up the stairs.

He He Lingchuan looked around and saw a tree inside the high wall, four zhang tall.

(End of chapter)