It is located in the southeast corner of the palace, secluded and remote.
This was once the palace of King Xiaoyao, but now it has been uninhabited for eight hundred years. But as soon as you walk into the garden, you can see cascading flowers and plants, elegant pavilions, but no desolation at all.
What's even weirder is that there is still light in the attic after midnight.
"call!"
A black shadow flew up to the attic in the moonlight.
Standing in the room was a middle-aged man with gray beard and hair.
Xiang Wujian opened the door, walked straight into the building, stood at attention, and uttered two words that no one would have thought of:
"Father."
After a while, the middle-aged man in the room stopped writing and looked up with a face that was energetic and calm.
This man is Xiang Wujian’s father, the last Xiaoyao King of the Fluorescence Kingdom, Xiang Wen!
Prince Xiang walked up to Xiang Wujian, patted his solid shoulder vigorously, and said warmly: "It's been so long since I last saw him, he's getting stronger and stronger!"
Xiang Wujian looked at his father whom he had not seen for many years, his eyes fell, and he said in a low voice, "Is your injury feeling better?"
Xiang Wen's face, which was not old, was very calm, and there was no trace of him being a dying patient. He smiled and said:
"Still the same. Come, have a few drinks with me."
"good!"
There is a rare coolness in Bodhi Garden tonight.
Eight hundred miles south of Jiangzhou City is the Tuoyan Mountains, and further south is the magma field three thousand miles away. Perennial southeast winds keep the land warm all year round, and the coolness can only be felt after late at night.
At this moment, a clear moon is reflected in the quiet water of the pool.
Under the moonlight in the pavilion, four luminous pearls hang on the four corners of the eaves, shining softly.
Xiang Wujian stood up and poured the wine. As soon as the wine was poured into the glass, the strong smell of alcohol filled the pond.
This is the unique mellow aroma of Tusu wine, like a fire in the snow in winter, like the heart of an old friend from Lihuobuzhou when he saw the Wujiang River.
In the pavilion, Xiang Wen carefully stroked the Tianwei sword and said with reverence: "Is this the divine sword Weitian passed down from our ancestors?"
"Exactly. This is the body of Senior Gongshu Kuang from the Tianji Sect."
Xiang Wujian's words were full of respect when he mentioned this legendary weapon refiner who passed away.
"Oh? It turned out to be Senior Gongshu himself who took action. That's right. Apart from him, there is probably no one in the world who can achieve this."
When the Tianji Sect was mentioned, Xiang Wen also showed a look of nostalgia: "Wu Jian, this sword is my Xiang family's magic weapon, but it was borrowed from Gongshu's hands to fuse the bond between the two families. You must not let it down!"
Xiang Wujian said with awe: "My child understands! I made a solemn oath on the day the sword was completed, and I will never betray the meaning of the sword!"
Xiang Wen looked at his grown-up son with admiration in his eyes.
Xiang Wuzhi took the Tianwei Sword and asked casually: "Father, when we were in Xuanyuan Mountain, I once heard Elder Zhu Lian mention that our Xiang family had a close relationship with the Gongshu family?"
Xiang Wen put down his wine glass, smiled a little, and recalled mentally: "Hundreds of years ago, shortly after the Xiang family first arrived in Ganshan, I went to Xuanyuan Mountain with my family to pay a visit, and happened to encounter a candle refiner that went out of control and went crazy. At that time, I
In order to save him, I suffered the backlash of the Six Mysterious Fire, which severely damaged my Dantian. I have been unable to improve my cultivation for the rest of my life, and the poison of the fire has been haunting me to this day. As for whether the ancestors of the Xiang family still have connections with the Tianji Sect, I don’t know."
Xiang Wujian nodded suddenly, and briefly told King Xiaoyao about the ghost plague in Yunxia Kingdom, but Xiang Wen didn't seem to be very concerned about it. He said:
"I have been in Jiangzhou for more than half a year, and I have heard about Yunxia's incident early on. However, because of the old grudge between Yingying and Yunxia, the emperor did not want to pay attention to it, so he has not sent anyone to rescue him."
Then he tightened his words and asked with concern: "You were passing through Jiulong Mountain, have you ever looked for that treasure?"
Xiang Wujian didn't care about the grudges in the world. Hearing his father's concerned question, he didn't answer. He just smiled slightly. Suddenly, a dark gold armor appeared on his body. The nine golden dragons on the armor were majestic, and there was a faint hint of an emperor.
spirit.
Now the Evil Emperor's Armor has been integrated into his five-spirit body, no different from his skin, and can appear and disappear at any time.
"Father, I got this garment from the tomb of Emperor Jiulong. It belongs to a distant ancestor of my Xiang family. It's called the Evil Emperor's Armor. It has surpassed the level of a weapon and has reached the level of a general's weapon."
Although several days had passed, Xiang Wujian was still unbearably excited when he talked about it.
"Okay! Okay!" Xiang Wen was even more excited and could not suppress his excitement. He trembled his lips and said, "There is hope for the revival of my Xiang family!"
Xiang Wujian was quite puzzled when he heard this at first, because he knew that a general weapon was not enough to restore the Xiang family's prestige.
He put away the Evil Emperor's armor and asked, "Why did father say this?"
Xiang Wen, who was more handsome than his son, had a mysterious smile on his face. He pressed his hands on the exquisite stone table in the pavilion and turned it half a turn to the left, then one turn to the right.
"Kaka."
With the sound of the stone table turning, a stone platform rose up from the pool next to the pavilion. When the water in the pool drained away, the stone platform slowly opened to reveal a secret passage, and a bright light came from the entrance.
"Follow me."
Xiang Wen ignored Xiang Wujian's surprise, and the two of them jumped lightly and walked into the tunnel one after the other.
After a while, the stone platform closed and sank into the pool again, and the bright moon in the water became perfect again.
The secret passage at the bottom of the pool leads to a strange and vast underground space. Xiang Wujian did not expect that there was such a secret place hidden under the Xiaoyao Prince's Mansion.
The corridor extending in all directions extends forward for more than thirty feet. At the end of the corridor, iron doors hold silver-gray rooms one after another.
Xiang Wen led Xiang Wujian and walked inside. As he passed each iron door, Xiang Wujian glanced inside inadvertently and found that the room was filled with various weapons and armors.
Soon, the two stopped in front of the deepest iron door, and a dim light came from the window.
Xiang Wen raised the ring on his right hand and gently pressed and turned it on a Bagua diagram on the stone wall, and the gray iron door slowly opened.
Walking in, Xiang Wujian discovered that this door was actually made of thousands of years of heavy gold. Not to mention him, even if he was in the camp, the great cultivator of the Blue Soul Realm would not be able to touch it at all.
The stone room was extremely quiet.
There are several rows of dark bookshelves all around, and a huge water mirror stone is inlaid just above the roof. The light in the corridor is reflected on a five-pointed stone platform below, and an ancient red square box is illuminated.
There are four lapis lazuli chains, and an exquisite lock with eight orifices made of heavy gold is pressed on the chain.
"Father…"
Xiang Wujian was about to ask, but was interrupted by Xiang Wen:
"This place has always been accessible only to the head of the Xiang family."
The secret room was filled with a solemn atmosphere. When they walked to the stone platform, the father and son looked at the flawless red box with serious expressions. The eight-hole exquisite lock pressed on the four chains was extremely exquisite.
Xiang asked: "This is the Tianji Box, which was made by the elder Tianji of Tianyi Academy. Wu Jian, now I will tell you the secret that my Xiaoyao Palace has guarded for a hundred thousand years."
After saying that, I saw Xiang Wen's right palm covering the lock, and a stream of bloody blue karma sprayed down.
"Crack!"
The exquisite lock of the eight orifices opened lightly - this lock was connected to his bloodline and could never be opened except by himself.
Xiang Wen carefully removed the four lapis lazuli chains and slowly opened the secret box, revealing a gray and white sheepskin scroll.
Xiang Wen's eyes were like lightning, his luck was in his fingers, and he took out the white scroll from the box. The moment the scroll left, a layer of "black sand" suddenly "gushed" up from the box, and then fell down again.
As soon as Xiang Wujian realized that this thing seemed familiar, he was frightened and said: "Is this... a Gu insect?"
Xiang Wenqiang took a steady, messy breath, as if the moment he just took out the paper, he had walked away from the gate of hell.
He clenched the gray leather scroll in his hand and said with lingering fear: "It's the black blood Gu left behind by Yinma Mountain. It has been nourished by the spiritual energy of this scroll. If it weren't for the blood of the Xiang family, I would have turned into a pool of black blood at this moment."
Already."
Xiang Wujian looked at the empty Tianji Box and took another breath.
Xiang Wen, who was breathing calmly, held the gray scroll in front of Xiang Wujian with one hand and said excitedly:
"This is the map leading to Wuling Mountain. Now I will hand it over to you."
"Wuling Mountain?" Xiang Wujian respectfully took the ancient sheepskin scroll with both hands and couldn't help but ask: "Father, what place is that?"
"That's the root of my Xiang clan!"
Although Xiang Wen's bun is old, his arrogance is still the same as before.
Xiang Wujian was shocked when he heard this. He stared at the map in his hand with his eyes wide open and was speechless for a long time.
Xiang Wen said slowly: "Since the ancestors of my Xiang family came to Jiangzhou City a hundred thousand years ago, they have been guarding this secret."
Xiang Wujian quickly cleared his thoughts and asked without confidence: "What about this Evil Emperor A... and the blood feud that destroyed the family..."
Xiang Wen's expression turned cold and he said, "Wu Jian, actually there is a truth I haven't told you."
Xiang Wujian was stunned, but soon came to his senses. He remembered the last words Xiang Tianya said to him when he left Jingzhou.
"You will know everything when you go to Jiangzhou."
Suddenly, a painful cough rang out in the silent secret room. Xiang Wen held on to the stone platform, his body curled up into a ball, his whole body shaking and looking like he was in pain.
"Father!"
Xiang Wujian hurriedly stepped forward to pick up the old man, and then injected a karma detection and healing into his body.
The result remains hopeless.
The fire poison in Xiang Wen's Dantian has soaked into the Eight Extraordinary Meridians. As early as three hundred years ago, he could no longer use any karma. Just now, he tried his luck to take out the map, but unexpectedly it became the last thing that broke the camel's back.
Straw. The fire poison that had been brewing had already burned out his heart and internal organs.
Xiang Wen shook his hand weakly. He knew that his time had come. And he had been holding his breath, waiting for this moment.
He pushed Xiang Wujian away, took a breath, and said slowly: "Eight hundred years ago, a mysterious man suddenly descended on Xiaoyao Prince's Mansion, leaving behind a token with nine golden dragons carved on it. That night, my father recalled all the clan members.
, wiped out all the side clan members and servants in the mansion, young and old, sealed all the houses, and left Jiangzhou with dozens of clan disciples overnight. After running around for seven days and nights, they secretly came to Ganshan Mountain in the northwest and lived temporarily as a demon clan."
"What?!"
Xiang Wujian knew that this was his father's last time, so he did not forcibly disobey his father's wishes. However, Xiang Wen's words still caught him off guard.
Who would have thought that the great hatred of the family that he had been carrying turned out to be fake. The so-called annihilation of the family was actually the Xiang family who killed their own people.
But Xiang Wujian stared at the map in his hand and quickly calmed down.
"Eight hundred years ago..." He murmured in a voice that only he could hear. He had already concluded in his heart that the mysterious man from eight hundred years ago could be Xiang Tianya who saved him from Wuyun Mountain a year ago?
Xiang Wujian was still deep in thought. He thought it would be enough to find the murderer and lead the family to regain its reputation in the Central Plains, but unexpectedly, he uncovered a more secret story.
Xiang Wen coughed heavily again, and blood was already dripping down the hand covering his mouth. He was like a weed that had withered nine points, but mustered up the last bit of fortitude in the face of the fierce fire.
He said slowly and stubbornly: "Now that you have obtained the Evil Emperor Armor, it's time to find that place."
Xiang Wujian supported Xiang Wen with one hand and carefully opened the parchment on the stone platform with the other hand, only to find that it was gray and white without a word on it.
Just as Xiang Wujian was about to ask a question, Xiang Wen gave him the answer:
"There is a seal on the map that cannot be broken by anyone who is not destined to do it. Now, you are that person."
Xiang Wujian nodded in understanding, and a ray of red light flowed from his palm to cover the picture, but after a while, nothing changed.
Xiang Wujian frowned slightly, the red light in his hand went out, and the blue light started. The cold karma flowed on the parchment for a moment, but the parchment remained unchanged.
In desperation, Xiang Wujian had no choice but to temporarily put down Xiang Wen's body, and with both palms out, two completely opposite karma, one red and one blue, rushed towards the white scroll.
But the map still hasn't changed at all.
However, Xiang Wen on the side expressed what might be the last surprise in his life - Xiang Wujian actually had two kinds of karma!
After several more failed attempts, Xiang Wujian reluctantly put away the map and gave up on understanding the seal.
If this map really leads to Wuling Mountain, which I have never heard of before, then it may be necessary to unlock all the five spirits in order to decipher the secret of the map.
Xiang Wen on the side suddenly asked: "Wu Jian, how come you have the two powers of water and fire?"
As a prostitute, he knew that this kind of thing was unique in the world, and if outsiders knew about it, he would be in great trouble. When Xiang Wujian left Ganshan to study at Tiandi Mountain, Xiang Wen had no idea about the Five Spiritual Bodies.
"Could it be that the rumors in the world about what you did on Wuyun Mountain are true?"
As he lay dying, Xiang Wen's words became more worried and uneasy.
Although Xiang Wujian had no intention of hiding this secret from his father, he only told him the tip of the iceberg. He did not reveal the existence of Xiang Tianya or the secret of the Xiang family's five spirit bloodlines. He only said that he had received the inheritance of the five divine beasts in the Vairocana realm.
Thus, he has opened the five spirit bodies, and can practice the five meridians exercises to derive five kinds of karma. Currently, he has only opened the two spirits of water and fire.
The old man is about to pass away, so let him worry less.
But before he died, King Xiang Wen of a generation who was free and unfettered learned such shocking news, and half of his view of spiritual practice collapsed in an instant.
But he still patted Xiang Wujian's shoulder hard and said happily: "There are such wonderful things in the world, good boy! You really did not disappoint my father! It seems that God has been kind to my Xiang family, and the Five Elements fellow practitioners are an unprecedented miracle.
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Seeing his father's happy face, Xiang Wujian's bitterness in concealing the truth was relieved a lot. After all, he had rarely seen Xiang Wen so cheerful since he was a child.