At this moment, Zhao Rong was holding the Tingni purple gold stove in both hands, standing silently under the moon.
He chewed it carefully.
He has a rough idea of what kind of person the Sword Emperor is.
Sword cultivators are known for their killing power, and the Sword Emperor surpasses ordinary ancient emperors.
The second generation emperor of the human race, Jiang Taiqing, was a sword cultivator who proclaimed himself emperor. He was also regarded by later generations as the most proud man of the entire Xuanhuang human race. Some books called Jiang Taiqing the most lethal human monk in the past, a man who could rival or even surpass the age of mythology.
The existence of ancient power.
All because he is a sword cultivator and he is a sword emperor.
Therefore, one can imagine how difficult it is for a swordsman to become emperor.
As for the ancient times, it was an era when the human race had not yet reached its peak, and there were thousands of races.
And a woman of unknown origin can, with a three-foot sword, trample on the heads of men of all races, tower over thousands of creatures, and become emperor.
The achievements and difficulty are sky-high.
And becoming a man of her generation is indeed a different kind of sadness.
"Li Ji." Zhao Rong whispered softly.
Gui's tone was playful, "Why, you're so admired now?"
Then it regretted and said: "Oh, it's a pity that I am not of the same era as Mr. Zhao. Otherwise, I would have been taken over by Mr. Zhao with just one look. He would not even give up his position as Lord of the Taiyin Star and risk his own life from the Moon Palace.
Run down and throw yourself into the arms of Mr. Zhao."
Zhao Rong said seriously: "Don't talk nonsense, I want to write it down and use it later to encourage Su Xiaoxiao and set an example for that girl. Stop living in a muddle all day long."
Zhao Rong nodded, "I have made up the chicken soup story. Well, Li Ji was also a silly little girl when she was a child. She was lazy in eating, lazy in spiritual practice, and liked to listen to stories about love and love. Finally, one day she met someone who was as warm as me.
The handsome eldest brother, after some careful teachings, suddenly came to his senses, gritted his teeth and decided to change his mind, change his past, and start a new life... Wait, is she a human?"
"No, she is a woman who left the clan in the ancient times. Okay, stop talking about it!" Gui was a little angry when he heard that Zhao Rong had fabricated the existence that he had practiced swordsmanship as a role model in his childhood.
"Li Ji, is this her real name? Why doesn't it feel like her name?"
"No, Li Ji is the title of a group of people."
Gui Qingqing said: "The ancient Li clan are descendants of the Moon Palace. Every certain number of years, a group of Li clan women will be sent to the Jiutian Moon Palace to work as slaves and maids, and only a very small number of women among these people can be selected.
As for those who are not selected, they will never go back, and the women who are selected will only become the lowest-status maids in the Moon Palace... These maids from the Li clan are called Li Ji, and Emperor Li was once
one of them……"
"Except for Emperor Li, only Li Ji can be called Li Ji by future generations."
"Li Di has no name or surname, and her birth and death years are unknown. Unless a woman of that era was extremely noble, she did not have a surname or a given name. Only her relatives and husband could know her nickname. This was the case for Li Di, but her nickname was no longer known.
Got it."
"And after she became emperor, because her status was too noble, no one dared to call her by her name, so there was no need for her name to exist, so..."
"Looking at Emperor Li's life, she is just a nameless person after all."
Gui's voice was soft. At this time, he was looking through Zhao Rong's eyebrow chakra, looking at the bright moon that didn't know how many heavenly things were hidden in it, and how many joys and sorrows he witnessed in the world.
It remembered that when it was young, it practiced swordsmanship. Although it was the best in the family, it was not recognized. The family elders gave all their expectations for revitalizing the family to those who were inferior to it. They did not think that it could lead the family to a new height.
Height, in their eyes, it will eventually become an outsider.
It remembered that it had graduated from the Four Prefectures of Taiqing and tied the human race's fastest Golden Core Realm record, but this did not bring it much happiness, but instead brought it more troubles.
It saw jealousy and passion in the eyes of its companions. What it saw in the eyes of its teacher was not pride and gratification, but satisfaction and regret, just like looking at a carefully crafted piece that would eventually be sold at a good price.
goods!
In the end, if it weren't for that woman.
If that woman hadn't shouldered the fate of being a "cargo" for it, its sword would no longer be able to scream in the sky! Its way would never be able to become another peak of Xuanhuang Sword Dao!
It has become the sharpest sword in the family, cutting off all obstacles that prevent it from moving forward!
It finally led the family to that unprecedented height, a scenery that even the ancestors it once admired had never seen.
But after passing through the mortal world, Ge Ran looked back.
But it discovered that the most important relative to it, the woman who replaced its destiny, was not happy!
It feels like it has lost everything.
Zhao Rong fell silent after seeing it, and had nothing to say for a while. Gui seemed to know Li Ji's matter very well.
He lowered his head and looked at the bright moon under the furnace, then freed up one hand and slowly reached into the furnace. Seeing that he was home, he did not dissuade him. He continued to reach out and touched the bright moon in the furnace with his fingertips.
It was slightly cool where you started, and the next moment your fingers passed through it and touched the cold furnace wall below.
This "bright moon" is as illusory as a mirror, a flower in the water, and a moon in the water.
Zhao Rong suddenly withdrew his hand because he felt a slight tingling on his fingertips. After taking out his hand, his fingertips were slightly numb. This electric shock feeling came from the thunder patterns on the furnace wall.
The Tingni Purple Gold Furnace bathed in the moonlight seems to be quietly refining elixirs at this moment.
Gui suddenly said: "Do you know what I like most about Li Ji?"
Zhao Rong said nothing because he knew that it just wanted to find someone to talk to and did not need him to answer.
"No matter how many injustices fate inflicts on her, no matter how heavy the responsibilities given to her by her race and family are without hope, no matter how cold the brightness of the Nine Heavens Cold Palace is, no matter how cold her relatives and clan members are, they don't believe that she, a little girl, can complete it.
That illusory mission, even if she takes one step forward, she will be doomed... She is still fearless, has no regrets, no end, and can defeat it with one sword."
"This is her swordsmanship." It murmured to itself.
"This is her swordsmanship," it said loudly.
"This is the swordsmanship of Xuanhuang's first female Sword Emperor, the strongest Taiyin Star Lord in the history of the Ancient Moon Palace!"
Zhao Rong stopped what he was doing, thought for a moment, and was about to speak, but suddenly he heard a ticking sound and felt his fingers were cold.
He lowered his head and saw to his surprise that there was a milky white handprint on the furnace body, which was gradually melting and dripping milky white liquid against the furnace wall.
Zhao Rong stretched out his fingers and pinched it strangely. It was thick and... warm.
Zhao Rong suddenly remembered that bloody handprint, which was in this position!
So the milky white handprint under the moonlight now is that bloody hand, and this milky white liquid is... the blood of that unknown person!
At this time, the palm of his left hand was filled with warm, milky white blood. He stared blankly at the blood dripping from between his fingers, like dewdrops on a lotus leaf, without sticking to anything.
Zhao Rong's hair suddenly stood on end, and he subconsciously wanted to throw down the Ting Ni Purple Gold Furnace, but Ke Gui's voice stopped him.
"It's okay... what I expected is correct. The owner of this blood handprint is a descendant of the ancient Li clan. This is the blood of Yuegong descendants. It will react with the moonlight. You should catch the blood now, otherwise it will melt and dissipate.
In the moonlight, this is the last medicine to complete the Liji Sword Pill."
Hearing this, Zhao Rong breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that he had encountered some strange incident.
He hurriedly put down the Ting Ni Purple Gold Furnace, took out a porcelain bottle, and put all the thick milky white liquid like mercury into the bottle.
Zhao Rong shook the bottle, and he didn't know whether the owner of the bloody hand was the alchemist, or... the alchemist used it as a material for alchemy.
Zhao Rong asked curiously: "What is the use of Liji Jianwan?"
Gui Cong recovered from the memories just now, his mood was a little low, and his tone became slightly unhappy.
"Oh, I forgot to tell you. The Liji Sword Pill is a rare object made from the physical objects of the kendo laws that were scattered around when Li Ji became emperor and became the emperor. In fact, strictly speaking
It is said that it is not a pill that is swallowed, it is between reality and reality, and its function is to permanently improve the grade of the sword cultivator's natal flying sword."