Your Majesty doesn't know

Chapter 13 Old Hate

The imperial palace is located in Yangu City, two or three miles outside the city. He Zichen got out from a piece of wild grass and vines, brushed off the grass leaves on his body, looked up at the sun, and then walked westward.

In the wild grass just now, there is an abandoned teleportation array hidden. It was a formation created by a few teenagers in Zhaxinglou for the convenience of sneaking out of the city in the early years.

It's just that the playful young man had already turned into loess and white bones, and this formation was discarded accordingly, but now it just happened to be used by He Zichen.

According to Asher's narration, Blinding Sun Forest is not far from here, about less than a cup of tea to the west.

The trees in the sun-blocking forest are towering and almost opaque, so they are called "blocking the sun". Not long after He Zichen left, a huge dark green and gloomy forest came into view in front of him.

But the sun-blocking forest is so big, and the light is extremely dim, I'm afraid the two of them can't see each other after a short distance, so where is he going to find Sheng Ling?He didn't want to walk and shout like a fool.

He Zichen rested his chin and thought for a while, but he didn't know what idea came to his mind, his eyes lit up.He fumbled in a kit bag he was carrying, and took out a piece of paper, the corners of his lips curled up a little smugly, thinking that it's a good thing he likes to fiddle with these little gadgets, it seems that they are useless .

I saw his fingers fluttering, and quickly folded the white paper in his hand into a delicate paper crane. He opened his palm, and the paper crane fluttered its wings tremblingly, about to fly, and the folded paper wings flapped stiffly. After a few blows, it really flew up from his fingertips, like a baby bird learning to fly, its posture was still a little unstable, hanging crookedly in the air, trying to adjust its posture.

After a while, the little paper crane finally got used to its "body", and flew around He Zichen several times nimbly, before finally stopping in front of his eyes like a well-behaved child, flapping its wings up and down.

He Zichen stretched out his fingers and tapped its mouth, and said with a smile, "Little paper crane, take me to find Sheng Ling."

As if understanding what he said, the paper crane moved forward slightly, circled in a circle, and finally flew in one direction, turning into a small white dot.

"Hey, don't fly so fast!"

He Zichen yelled, and hurriedly chased after the paper crane, and burrowed into the sun-blocking forest.

He Zichen was worried along the way, worrying about what would happen to Sheng Ling, but also secretly imagining that if Sheng Ling was really in danger, the scene of himself falling from the sky to "save the beauty" was a bit enjoyable when he thought of it--apparently, he completely forgot I am afraid that his little ability is not enough to be a hero, and he cannot "fall from the sky".

Paper cranes were flying in the dark forest, and He Zichen chased the small and white figure all the way, and finally found Sheng Ling when he was out of breath from exhaustion.

Contrary to He Zichen's imagination, there was no scene of fierce fighting between humans and monsters. Sheng Ling was holding the moonstone staff in his right hand to complete the broken formation.

The little white crane flew above Sheng Ling, wobbly landed on his shoulders, its little body tilted, and it turned back into an unconscious paper crane.

Sheng Ling put away the paper cranes on his shoulders, and looked up at He Zichen who was holding on to the tree trunk to breathe, and there was some indescribable emotion in his eyes.

"You really..." Sheng Ling walked over, took out a white handkerchief from his sleeve, gently wiped his sweat, and sighed softly, "Your stubbornness really hasn't changed at all."

After He Zichen managed to calm down, Pilgrim raised his eyebrows, couldn't help laughing, and asked rather twitchingly, "Why, does my heart hurt?"

Sheng Ling didn't make a sound, but his expression seemed to be acquiescing.

He Zichen felt a little uncomfortable.

"I'm exhausted. Since you know I'm stubborn, you should have brought me along!" He fanned the wind with his hands, looked around, and asked, "What, where is that monster? Why is there no movement? "

"I don't know. When I came, Birilin was so peaceful, and I didn't find Jiuying."

Sheng Ling picked a wide leaf at random, and turned it in his hand, and the leaf turned into a green fan.

While fanning He Zichen, he said: "I guess, it may be resting due to being injured. After all, it is not so easy to break free from the trapped beast formation. Complete the formation first, and if there is a fierce fight, That beast can't easily go out and harm the people."

"Well, you're very thoughtful."

He Zichen nodded and responded casually.

But out of the corner of his eyes, he quietly glanced at the way Sheng Ling was fanning him. The wind blown by the leaf-changing fan seemed to be green, blowing all the way to his heart, every inch of spring grass grew.

He thought, why did Sheng Ling treat him so well?

So nice and meticulous, so gentle and solemn.

"boom!"

Suddenly a loud noise broke the peaceful atmosphere, and there were violent vibrations on the ground one after another. He Zichen hurriedly hugged the tree trunk beside him to avoid the fate of being knocked down.

The two looked at each other, and both saw the same thought in each other's eyes: finally here.

The vibration became more and more violent. It seemed that the nine infants were getting closer and closer, but within a few breaths, there was another violent impact sound from that direction, and the towering trees were smashed one by one, making a deafening The sound of falling to the ground.

The sunlight finally shone in from the gap that had just been formed above the sun-blocking forest, and the rumored ominous beast, Jiuying, appeared in that gap.

The Jiuying was huge, about three feet high, with several giant snake-like necks, and each neck had a ferocious head, some dark blue, some red, mixed with different colors, it was so beautiful.

"Huh, why are there only six heads?" He Zichen wondered, "Isn't it called 'Jiuying'? There should be nine heads."

"careful!"

That Jiuying rushed over, Sheng Ling didn't have time to talk, so he pushed He Zichen back.

Sheng Ling used his law enforcement stick in one hand, and flexibly made a tactic with the other. He muttered silently with his lips. A gust of wind blew up for no reason, spinning from the ground to the sky, and countless fallen leaves rustled in the wind.

He Zichen was pushed and hit a big tree, he rubbed his back in pain, raised his eyes to look at Sheng Ling at this time, the movements of his hands froze, and his face was blank for a moment.

Standing in the wind, Sheng Ling's white robe and silver hair fluttered suddenly, giving him a cold and sharp aura.

The sky above the gap in the sun-blocking forest has become densely covered with dark clouds at some point, the thick clouds rolled wantonly like turbid ink, and flashes of lightning flashed among the turbulent clouds, like angry silver snakes.

With a wave of Sheng Ling's arm, the thunderbolts that were ready to go in the clouds suddenly rushed down, one after another, forming a powerful grid, and struck Jiuying with majestic force.

No matter how rough-skinned, thick-skinned and invulnerable that Jiuying was, he couldn't bear the power of the thunderbolt. The surface of his body was struck by lightning to create scorched pits, which made people feel painful.

Jiuying howled a few times in pain, speeded up, and rushed out of the net woven by lightning, completely ignoring Sheng Ling on the side, and rushed out of the sun-blocking forest——

Of course it didn't work out.

After all, just after Sheng Ling repaired the formation, Jiuying rushed over with all his strength, but was blocked by the barrier that suddenly lit up with golden light and bounced a few feet away. Jiuying turned somersault on the ground and fell down again. Several big trees climbed up and continued to hit the place just now, and then were bounced back again.

Every time Jiuying tries to break through the formation, the injury on Jiuying's body will be more serious, but it is persistent and relentless in rushing over again and again, with no complaints or regrets, He Zichen feels distressed.

He Zichen sighed in admiration, walked to the side of Sheng Ling who was also puzzled, and made a guess: "Hey, Sheng Ling, do you think it is... tired and crooked?"

His words were meant to be teasing, but Sheng Ling took a look twice, nodded seriously, and said, "It's possible."

He Zichen: "Oh?"

"It seems...it wants to go out, even if it is desperate." Sheng Ling muttered thoughtfully, "There are usually two reasons for this. One is that there is something that strongly attracts it outside, and the other is that , there is something in this sun-blocking forest that makes it afraid."

"Speaking of which, is there something so attractive that it can risk its life? I don't think it's possible, and it's probably the second reason." After Sheng Ling said this, He Zichen followed suit, "But... How can an ancient ferocious beast like Jiuying be so scared?"

When he said this, he suddenly stopped, and looked at Sheng Ling, both of them had the same serious expression.

If there is something that Jiuying is afraid of and will try to avoid it, then how much threat will this thing pose to the Living Kingdom, and how will they deal with it then?

Sheng Ling sighed, and formed a formula between his fingers, and the electric light struck Jiuying again, "First solve the trouble in front of me."

The sun-blocking forest is dense and opaque, and the black clouds press down, even after cutting off the sunlight for thirty thousand miles, the entire sun-blocking forest is gloomy, only the lightning flashes randomly, and the white clothes flutter.

Sheng Ling at this moment is like a ghost or a fairy.

"It makes sense!"

He Zichen responded, took off the bow and arrow from his back, tied the arrow and drew the string, one, two, three...

His eyebrows were focused, and the three arrows aimed at Jiuying's three heads respectively. Every subtle movement seemed to be repeated, overlapping with another boy named He Zichen in a certain time and space.Three arrows were fired at once, traveling retrogradely through the torrent of time, piercing the barriers of memory, and shooting away with the sound of the wind——

The poor Jiuying had just been bumped and bled, and just got up when a burst of lightning hit his head and covered his face, blowing it to pieces, that's all, but it hadn't woken up from the stupefaction it was struck by lightning. The hateful human shot three sharp arrows at it, which happened to explode its three eyeballs respectively.

It now only has twelve eyes in total, yet three more were injured!

Its heart is awkward!

If the beast doesn't show its power, it will be regarded as a stray dog?

Even if Jiuying was concentrating on fighting the trapped beast formation, he had to be distracted at this time.The three injured red heads cried out in pain, while the other three black heads turned their heads, wanting to see who dared to hurt them.

It's okay if you don't look at it, but when you look at each other, the past and the present coincide for an instant, lightning flashes and thunder rumbles instantly, all the old and new grudges surge up together, and the three Xuanqing heads roar angrily together!