"Juntian Ancestor, isn't that Yuan Huai? ”

Just when Su Qi and Dongfang Jiyue looked at each other and couldn't understand the reason for the matter, Hongyun suddenly spoke, and she was lazily lying on Su Qi's altar, " He is the ancestor of your human race, there are twelve emperors of your human race, of which there are three ancient emperors, Yuan Huai, is the second one, but when your human race was at its peak, he has retreated into the background, and rarely appears in front of the world, but for a while, he stayed in my temple for a long time, it seems that he wants to steal the mystery of the soul from the butterfly of the burial world, this person looks gentle and gentle, and he always dresses up as a scholar on weekdays, but in fact he is a wilted bastard, whether in heaven or the realm, there are many people who want to kill him, but if you say who is the most difficult to die in your human emperor, I don't think it's the immortal, but this guy。 ”

Before Su Qi could react, the red yun continued, " And Yuan Huai is indeed good at soul art, his Dao foundation of becoming an emperor is to explore the essence of the soul, after the disappearance of the ancient clan of the flood wilderness, known as the strongest soul of the ancient clans, it is regarded as the ancestor of the monks of your human race who practiced the soul art, if I remember correctly, he also had a terrible record of depriving the emperor of the heavenly court of his soul, so your human race has long had a tradition of worshipping him, the barbarians are the descendants of the ancient human race, and it is not unusual to worship him, but you have to be careful, what do you say that this Nanling monk has a tradition of worshipping him, right? If someone had made a statue of him, and had often sacrificed him in secret ways, he might have evoked traces of his soul that had been left in the course of time, which was very difficult. ”

"Soul traces, what is that?" Su Qi frowned and asked quickly.

"The Great Emperor is different from ordinary monks, the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth will engrave their traces, the stronger the strength of the Great Emperor, the stronger this trace will be, if the monk cultivates the secret techniques similar to the Great Emperor, and summons them with special secret methods, it is possible to summon this kind of traces, but it is very difficult, if the Great Emperor dies, this trace will gradually dissipate with the passage of time, such as the Yun Emperor of your human race and others, it is estimated that the traces have completely dissipated, but Yuan Huai is different, his soul is too strong, and he seems to have deliberately engraved his traces in the years before his death, even if he dies, I don't think his traces will disappear, let alone him......”

Hongyun said halfway, as if she remembered something, she suddenly stopped, she got up and glanced at Su Qi's spiritual sea, muttered something that Su Qi couldn't hear clearly, and said loudly after a while, "In short, you should be careful, the soul technique is the most difficult and weird of all the exercises and secret techniques, and you will suffer from this kind of person!"

After speaking, Hongyun turned over, looking at that look, she didn't plan to continue, Su Qi shouted several times, but she didn't respond.

Su Qi was silent, and in Hongyun's few words of introduction, he also remembered the mural he had seen in the Temple of the Nine Zhuo Secret Land, in which there was an emperor who looked like a scholar with an elegant temperament, and he was the second ancient emperor of the human race.

Is that person Yuan Huai?

Su Qi pondered for a long time, and did not tell Dongfang Jiyue what Hongyun said, but only vaguely said a few words to be careful of Nanling's secret arts, and then the two of them stood on the edge of the cliff and waited quietly for the moon to rise in the sky.

And outside the upstream Nanjiang City.

Tianshu Pavilion has lit up the night light, although tonight is not as lively as yesterday, but the king of Nanjiang still prepared the best wine and food and singers in the city, and even called a few storytellers who specialize in the legend of Nanling, and Wei Zhengyang liked it quite much, waved away a few singers to accompany them, and listened to them intently.

"I didn't expect Zhengyang to love this. "King Nanjiang played with the glass wine glass in his hand, a little bored, he was not interested in storytelling, and just told the next person to find something interesting to come over, this person is also responsible, searched all over Nanjiang City, called these famous pastimes, and now there is a juggling team waiting downstairs.

"When I was a child, I grew up in the main family, and at that time there was a younger sister of the main family, named Wei Qingmo," Wei Zhengyang smiled, "She likes to read books the most, followed by listening to people's stories, for a long time, I have also been contaminated with her habits, and I like this storytelling very much." ”

"Wei Qingmo......" King Nanjiang pondered for a moment, "This king has heard her name, she is the sister of the Wei family master?"

"Well, I haven't seen her for a long time," Wei Zhengyang was slightly disappointed, "I miss her a little." ”

"Wars are raging, there are many separations, and there are few gatherings, but when the demon clan is defeated, they can be reunited. King Nanjiang patted Wei Zhengyang's shoulder as if he was surprised, he didn't know that Wei Qingmo had disappeared.

Wei Zhengyang didn't have any intention of explaining, he just nodded slightly, and was about to comment on a few words about the story told by the storyteller, when his face suddenly changed.

He hurriedly got up, walked to the railing, stared at the dark river rushing downstairs, looked uncertain, and after a while, asked softly, "Are you sure?"

"What's wrong?" King Nanjiang also became nervous.

Wei Zhengyang didn't answer, he listened carefully, his face became more and more ugly, and after a while, he nodded, "Senior, don't worry, Zhengyang knows what to do." ”

He turned around and stared at King Nanjiang, that serious look made King Nanjiang realize something, King Nanjiang raised his hand, waved away the storyteller and the maid waiting on the side, and asked, "Something's wrong?"

"What does the King of Nanjiang think of the current Dayue court?"

Wei Zhengyang asked another seemingly unrelated question, which surprised the king of Nanjiang, he frowned and pondered for a moment, and said cautiously, "I am a great country and the people are safe, the people live and work in peace and contentment, and the imperial brother is a rare Ming monarch of the human race. ”

"Really?" Wei Zhengyang smiled lightly, pointed to the Nanjiang River and said, "Your Dayue Dynasty is bounded by the Nanjiang River, and the north is as you said, which is true, but what about the south? To the south of the Nanjiang River, there is the land of your Dayue three counties, but in the past hundred years, your Dayue's control over these three counties has become lower and lower. ”

King Nanjiang's face changed slightly, "What does Zhengyang mean by this?"

"Da Yue can't control the three counties of Nanjiang, why?" Wei Zhengyang asked.

King Nanjiang looked at him steadily, and said after a while, "Because of the traditional Nanling monks." ”

Wei Zhengyang clapped his hands and looked admiring, "That's right, they are guarding the vast forests south of the Nanjiang River, so you Da Yue has no way, and it is not an exaggeration to say that they are the big trouble in Da Yue, right?

King Nanjiang nodded indifferently, with a hint of ruthlessness in his eyes, "Back then, my two brothers almost died in their hands, if it weren't for the support of the traditional faction, I would have ...... a long time ago."

"It's a pity that the traditionalists are not small, you look ahead and look back, don't dare to start easily, and the traditionalists don't want to be too arrogant and attract the anger of the north, so Dayue has maintained a clever balance internally, although the two sides move frequently, but they are all in secret, and they also maintain some kind of tacit understanding, and no one will go too far. Wei Zhengyang talked eloquently about the situation in Dayue, but his words quickly changed, "But this time is different from the past, the war between the two races has started, the traditional faction is the only hidden danger in the rear of the human race, not long ago the Xingyue Sect was ambushed by the traditional faction, the loss is not small, Tianji Pavilion cares about the entire human race, how can they be allowed to make trouble? If they are honest, it will be fine, and now they have dragged the hindrance of the great cause of fighting demons, Tianji Pavilion and my Wei family naturally want to solve this matter!"

"I don't know the prince, do you want to contribute to this great cause?"

Wei Zhengyang smiled, but under the bright lights, King Nanjiang felt a trace of coldness.

Didn't you say yesterday that you were going to take the keel?

Why is it that today it has become a knife against the traditionalists?

Zhongzhou people, are they all so calculating?

King Nanjiang closed his eyes, and after a long time, he nodded slowly.