Ling Zhenzhen seemed to have expected that Chu Hongjing would ask this question.
"In ancient times, the Tongtian Sect reached its peak in the hands of our ancestor Ling Zigong. He was extremely ambitious at the time and wanted to unify all the sects in the world, and even intervened in the fairy world and the demon world. He was richer than the royal family, and his branches except
They are all over the Central Plains, and even scattered in many places outside the Central Plains that we don't know about. In order to dominate, he made exchanges with the devil and the gods, and cultivated three rough stones, one fiery red, one blue, and one crystal violet.
, there is huge energy hidden in these three rough stones, each with different powers, but when the three pieces are gathered in the hands of one person, the owner can dominate the world.
After the rough stone was refined, Ling Zi Palace lived a free life for a few years, but his strange rapid aging and his tyrannical rule caused his cronies to turn against each other one after another, recruit troops and horses, and divide the local areas into one hegemon. The Tongtian Sect, the largest sect in history, was destroyed.
Once, the only daughter of Ling Zi Palace took the blue stone and the parchment recording history and fled, accompanied by several loyal servants. In the chaos, the red stone was stolen by the king of Gongming Kingdom, and the purple stone fell into the control of the demon sect.
.Over the past hundreds of years, as the people who knew about it have gradually died, the secrets of the original stone have been hidden deeper and deeper. I am afraid that what I know is not complete."
Chu Hongjing imagined the fighting of people in ancient times, and his heart was shaken. After calming down for a while, he asked Ling Zhenzhen, "What is the function of each rough stone?"
Ling Zhenzhen sighed and said, "During the fight for the original stone, the parchment was split into two and became two fragments. One is with the Demon Cult, recording the secret of the purple original stone. The other is in my hand.
There, the secrets of the red stone and the blue stone were recorded. For many years, every woman in the Ling family has worked hard to regain these raw stones. Basically, they would choose powerful or capable men to marry, hoping that they could work together to regain these stones.
My mother, grandmother, grandparents, and so many other women, their hearts and minds are haggard, just to atone for the greedy sins of their ancestors." As she spoke, tears fell one after another.
Chu Hongjing looked at his mother in confusion. He had never seen his mother cry. He always thought that although his mother was weak, she was actually stronger than his father. He asked his mother distressedly, "Mom, what if we don't care about it?"
What will happen to these blue, green, red, and purple stones? Can’t our family continue to live a good life?”
Ling Zhenzhen took out a smoky purple silk handkerchief and gently wiped away the tears on her face. Her expression was very firm and she said to Chu Hongjing, "Jing'er, it's for you. Mother doesn't know that Ling Zigong is Hexian
We still made a deal with the devil, but our Ling family has been cursed. Do you know why every woman named Ling only has one daughter to carry on the family line?"
Chu Hongjing's mind was spinning very fast. He hesitated and said, "Is it because boys are all..."
Ling Zhenzhen nodded and said, "You are right. Every generation of Ling family women have thirty years after giving birth. If the three-color rough stones are not collected within these thirty years, the curse will take effect.
The next generation will only survive one daughter who was chosen for unknown reasons, and the other children will all get sick and die suddenly." Ling Zhenzhen looked firmly at the tall and handsome boy she had given birth to for many years, and said, "Mom can't allow it.
This kind of thing happened to you. You have to live well and break this curse."
Chu Hongjing had a feeling that the world was suddenly about to collapse. After living happily for more than ten years, he originally thought that his father's death from a sudden illness a few months ago was the saddest thing in his life. But now his mother is actually in a certain degree.
He was sentenced to death. He seemed to remember something and asked, "Mom, just now you said that the blue stone is still in our hands?"
Ling Zhenzhen slowly unbuttoned her neck, revealing her snow-white neck. She took out a gemstone and wore it around her neck with a gold thread. The gem itself was extremely smooth and was not set on any metal. Chu Hongjing used it carefully.
He touched it with his hand, and it felt like a piece of fine jade, with the body temperature of his mother. The color of the gem seemed to be flashing and changing all the time, dark blue, azure blue, indigo, lake blue, flashing out something he had never seen before.
Several shades of blue.
Hongjing looked at the gem in surprise, as if he was still hesitating whether his mother had made up a grand story, just like when he was playing with him when he was a child.
Ling Zhenzhen didn't completely believe it when she saw Hong Jing. She knew how to convince him.
She closed her eyes.
Hong Jing didn't feel what happened. Then he saw the blue gem on his mother's chest flashing at a very fast frequency, and the color became darker and darker. At the same time, the sunny sky in the summer afternoon suddenly darkened.
, huge black clouds drifted over from nowhere, and huge lightning struck in the northern sky. He heard someone shouting loudly in the outer courtyard, "The old elm tree outside the door was struck down by lightning! What can I say about this heavy rain?"
It's coming!" Then a strong wind blew up, sand and rocks flew in the courtyard, and it became so dark that Hong Jing could hardly see anything.
But he seemed to see his mother's expression of slight pain, frowning slightly. Those flying stones surrounded them, and they seemed to be in the center of a whirlpool, a calm whirlpool, even the mother's thin clothes
The sleeves were not blown up.
Ling Zhenzhen opened her eyes. The wind stopped, the dark clouds quickly dispersed and drifted away, and the thunderstorm had not yet fallen.
The color of the gem slowly faded, as if nothing had happened.
Chu Hongjing believed everything in front of him.
He knelt in front of Ling Zhenzhen and swore to his mother, "Mom, not just for me, but for you, and for the glory of my ancestors, I swear that I will take back the original stone at all costs."
Ling Zhenzhen smiled sadly, took off the gem from his neck, hung it on Chu Hongjing's neck, and then said, "Jing'er, mother will tell you step by step what to do. From today on, this
You will keep the stone. For the original stone to exert its energy, it must be in the right person. The stone and the person choose each other. You and Yin'er both have my blood, and both of you can sense the original stone. Yin'er still has
Xiao, I also want her to stay away from all this. I hope this blue gem can bless you to succeed and free our Ling family from the curse."
Chu Hongjing carefully stuffed the blue gem into his underwear, and suddenly felt a strange feeling. He couldn't explain it clearly, but it seemed that the meridians in his body were trembling and beating.
Several large trees were struck down by lightning in Gaoping City.
A man in gray clothes stood at the gate of Baiyun Temple in the city, calmly watching the sudden storm and lightning. He saw a big tree at the gate being struck by lightning and scorched. He said coldly to himself, "
It’s here too.”
A young boy next to him, also wearing a gray robe, said, "Master, who is here?"