Cheng Weixi heard this and let out an "ah".

She had guessed before that maybe one of her previous lives had something to do with the Eight Desolations.

Now that it has been confirmed, everything has a reasonable explanation.

Cheng Weixi has had countless past lives, and has also had various identities, bandits, pirates, prostitutes, matchmakers, beggars, concubines, small children, night fragrant langs, illegitimate children......

She thought that she could accept the identity of her previous life calmly.

However, why was Cheng Xuan born in the bird clan?

What a tiger, a unicorn, a nine-tailed fox, a Meng Ji, a Dora wind! Why is she a birdman!

Bai Xingzhi saw her tangled expression in her eyes, thinking that she couldn't accept this fact, and persuaded her with kind words: "Senior sister, don't worry, I will tell you about the events of the year in detail, after you listen to it, you will understand everything." ”

He glanced up at Lu Qingran.

Lu Qingran understood, and a pitch-black hollow incense burner appeared out of thin air in the palm of his right hand, and a few wisps of enchanting smoke rose from the ground.

He put the incense burner on the table: "This incense is refined by Yan Er, and the name is Shen, which allows you to see the memory of the emperor." ”

A burst of vague aroma came, refreshing, and in the green smoke of the incense burner, some pictures gradually appeared, from blurry to clear......

In the swirling green smoke, Cheng Weixi saw a pavilion hidden in the lush vegetation, the style of the pavilion was different from the atmosphere of the Jianqing Palace, and the end was very exquisite, like a delicate girl, with some delicate charm.

In the mist, the plaque with the words "Zhiyan Garden" was stained with moisture, as if waiting for the sun to appear.

The courtyard is planted with plants with wide leaves and red flowers.

In the open space, there were two women who looked exactly the same as Cheng Weixi, one in black and the other in white, the woman in white looked gentle, and a small red mole under her left eye, adding a bit of naughty cuteness, was sitting in the courtyard playing a fight, but her eyes were softly staring at the woman in black practicing martial arts under the tree.

Although the woman in black has a similar appearance, she is heroic and radiant. She waved a wicker in her hand to the sound of the piano, one move and one style, which was more powerful than a sword, and the air flow shook the treetops and sprinkled the azure rain.

Bai Xingzhi's cold and calm voice came: "Qiwu Mountain Shangshan Palace is the residence of the Nanjiao Emperor, he has a pair of twin daughters, sister Cheng Xuan Cheng Weixi, sister Cheng Sucheng Qingqian, since childhood, worship the last congenital true saint of the Eight Wilderness - Our Lady of the West Spirit as a teacher, one cultivates Bingge, one cultivates Qi Huang ......"

Cheng Weixi was stunned, it turned out that he had a twin sister in his previous life.

The screen jumps.

Cheng Xuan was wearing a black arrow-sleeved long coat embroidered with gold patterns, a waist seal of the same color around his waist, his hair was tied up by a silver flame-shaped crown, and a long ponytail hung down.

Bai Xingzhi's tone was quite proud: "Cheng Xuan is extremely talented in cultivation, he entered the recuperation period at the age of 1800, and by the age of 2300, he is already in the late stage of bone replacement, and he is the best of the eight wilderness juniors." She has two weapons that are famous for the Eight Desolations, the sword of compassion that never blades, and the bow that pierces the clouds and the earth......"

Cheng Weixi stared at the picture.

I saw Cheng Xuan holding a sword in his hand, the sword body of the sword was very thick, there was no cold light like ordinary swords, and the whole body was gray, and it was really unsharp.

Cheng Xuan brandished the Sword of Compassion, and a stream of black evil qi suddenly converged, attacking forward, and more than a dozen interceptors fell in response.

Cheng Xuan looked at the middle-aged man not far away, turned around neatly, inserted the sword back into the scabbard at his waist, took out a big bow from his back with his backhand, held the bow in his left hand, and swept his right hand on the bowstring, and a sharp black arrow appeared, bending his arm to pull the bow, and the arrow turned into a beam of black light, shooting straight at the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man was dignified and well-dressed, but his face was a little dusty and very embarrassed.

He took a swaddling baby from the arms of a middle-aged woman who was about to die of anger and blood, but wrapped in it not a baby, but a small fox......

The arrow, glowing with black light, stabbed the man's back, and the arrow pierced the little fox's body through his chest.

The middle-aged man spat blood from his mouth and his eyes were full of mourning......

Bai Xing stopped and said in a deep voice: "The Innate True Saint is overflowing to refine the Demon Disc and check the newborns of all races in the Eight Desolations. That year, the Xuanhu clan found a baby who was born as a demon, and the senior sister went to kill it. The patriarch of the Xuanhu clan couldn't bear the children's lives, so he led the clan to resist, and the senior sister beheaded them under the knife......"

Cheng Weixi was a little troubled.

From her previous words, she had a premonition that she would be a murderous general in her previous life, but when she really saw these killing pictures, she was still a little disgusted in her heart.

Although she has revenge, she really does not like to slaughter wantonly.

The screen jumps.

The corpses were all over the field, the blood flowed like a river, and in the midst of the firelight, as soon as Cheng Xuan's right hand grabbed the void, a reddish-yellow instrument that was shorter than a flute appeared, and a colorful feather was tied at one end of the instrument, hanging down a tassel, flying in the wind.

Cheng Xuan brought the instrument to his mouth and blew it gently, and a melodious and solemn melody followed the gentle mountain wind, overflowing the corpses all over the ground, winding and whirling in mid-air, as if comforting the dead and washing the souls of the dead.

"The only musical instrument that the senior sister will know is this Yu Yue, and the only one that will be able to play is this song "Slow Walking", which is a sacrificial song to send the souls of the dead on the road. ”

Cheng Weixi felt a little more comfortable in his heart.

The smoke is swirling, curling up, and the picture changes.

Smoke and devastation were everywhere, with severed limbs, corpses and burning fires.

Cheng Xuan had multiple scars on his body, gurgling with blood. She stood with her sword propped up, her eyes fixed on a dead man at her feet, unaware of what she was thinking.

When he was stunned, Xun Yu stabbed a sword into Cheng Xuan's back heart, Cheng Xuan dodged sideways, avoiding the fatal blow, but his skin was cut.

Xun Yu saw the shallow scar, and the corners of his mouth flashed a triumphant smile.

Cheng Xuan frowned, and the word "Chuan" locked out of his dusty forehead, as if he was in great pain, and a mouthful of black blood gushed out from the corner of his mouth......

Bai Xingzhi said in a low voice: "Xun Yu usurped power and seized the throne, and all the families jointly set off the 'Battle of Clearing the Clouds'. During the war, the senior sister was seriously injured and was attacked by Xun Yu. Originally, with Xun Zhen's spiritual power in the early stage of cultivation, he couldn't kill his senior sister at all, but his Qingxi sword was highly poisonous, and his senior sister unfortunately died on the battlefield......"

For a female god of war, the death of poisoning is really embarrassing.

Cheng Weixi wanted to tease a few words, but when she looked at the other people's expressions through the swirling smoke, they all looked solemn and solemn. Only Jiang Huaiyin looked ordinary.

She arched Jiang Huaiyin and lowered her voice: "It's really great in life and aggrieved in death." ”

Jiang Huaiyin looked over. The light of fire in the green smoke fell on his face, flickering and dimming.

This person's scene, for no reason, reminds people of the brilliant fireworks that burn to the end, only the faint light of the stars remains, and people are like walking on thin ice, and their hearts are pinched, for fear that they will be extinguished, and they will step into the dark eternal night.

Cheng Weixi's heart jumped, and when he looked closely, his delicate face was still as plain as before.