Rebel general Xiao thinks of this seat

Chapter 58 Demon Monarch: Phoenix

This phantom array recorded the appearance of the ink and bamboo courtyard that Jiang Nan had not broken into, so he said why Jiang Nan got into trouble here and was chased and killed by spirit soldiers, while the bamboo courtyard was still clean and tidy.

After figuring this out, he called Long An over: "You can translate for me."

Tapiron took the scroll and smoothly translated:

"'Fenghe' wrote to that old fellow Fenghe? Kekekeke, keep going. 'I didn't mean not to come back, it's just that I found a good man."

"I made an agreement with him to eliminate an organization called God Crow. Once it is completed, a great darkness in the world can be eradicated! But if we fail, please don't be sad for me, and please go to the peacock territory of the demon world to collect it for me. I have a cold bone. There is a secret compartment on the bookshelf in my room, where my patriarch feather is stored."

"If you burn the feathers, you will act as if I, the patriarch, never existed in the Phoenix Clan, so that the Phoenix Clan and I will get rid of the relationship, so that I won't be retaliated by that organization."

"Also, Fenghe must become the new patriarch and investigate the clan! There are seven adults in the god crow, and one of them is called the flame hand. I feel very familiar with his flame breath! Although I can't recognize No matter who it is, but it is still certain that the flame hand is a member of the Phoenix clan! ——Wuyouliu.'”

Yuan Zhao knew why Fenghe kept secretive and refused to say it. After all, it was the power of his own clan that kidnapped Wuyou and his clansman, which made it difficult for him to accept, let alone tell this scandal to others. They listen?

But Feng He thought they didn't know yet, looked at Long An, who was ignorant of the world, and said, "Feng He doesn't want people to know about his family, you have to keep the secret you saw today."

Long An said "sharply": "I know, I know, Old Fenghuang is really delicate."

Seeing that he agreed anyway, Yuan Zhao turned his head to search a few cases, and saw a thick stack of ancient rice paper pressed against a bamboo ruler.

Long An probed over: "What is this?"

I flipped through a few Yuan photos, and they were all ordinary rice paper on which poems of this world were written.

What is worth thinking about is only the handwriting on these rice papers; one is angry and thirsty, ups and downs, one is the pearl of fairy dew, and the other is the combination of the two, and the last one is the majority.

Yuan Zhao didn't know why, but intuitively believed that the third type was written by the owners of the first two handwritings together.

He rummaged through a stack of rice paper that was as thick as a palm, and told Tapiron: "They are all poems and songs from the Three Realms." It must be the life interest of the two owners of this yard, Yuan Zhao guessed.

Long An didn't understand what poems and songs were, he only saw unfamiliar symbols written on the paper, looked at them a few times, and felt that the symbols drawn were pleasing to the eye.

He followed Mo Jun to read a few books, feeling bored, he rummaged through the bookshelves, and found one he could understand.Long An flipped through a picture book, and suddenly exclaimed in surprise: "Ah! I can read this, it's a picture book!"

Yuan Zhao snorted, and asked casually, "What are you talking about?"

It was the first time Long An saw this kind of thing, his eyes were bright and he said: "It's all paintings, and the paintings are quite beautiful. Although I don't know what the paintings are, it should be a human game."

Yuan Zhao didn't pay much attention at first, until Long An seriously turned a few pages, motioned him to watch and asked him a question: "Do human beings like to play next to each other like this? Why haven't I seen it?"

The picture album that Long An found was clearly a erotic palace picture book with superb artistry!It's not an ordinary erotic album, but a erotic album of two handsome men!The page that Long An showed him was rather cryptic, the two were just kissing passionately with their clothes half-faded, but the next page was the real bed-scene!

Yuan Zhao twitched his forehead, raised his hand to stop him from turning over, pondered for a while, and then said, "This is not a game."

"What is that?" Long An is now a curious baby.

Yuan Zhao supported his forehead and said, "That's something that only people with a loved one would do, and it's a very solemn thing."

Long An nodded: "Oh."

He turned a few more pages, and suddenly Yuan Zhao's eyes widened, he snatched the album from his hand, pointed at the face of the man who was kissing another man, and said in amazement, "This man!..."

Isn't this person Zhumo who was with him before as the "Excellent Demolition Team of Five-Colored City"?He is the master here?

The black bamboo in the yard is still, the wind blows the bamboo leaves, the stacked rice paper is fighting for the beige corner to be lifted up, the "sand" of stroking the paper and the "sough" of swinging the bamboo come and go one after another.

Almost a stack of rice paper, which is light in nature, loses the long-term suppression of the ruler, and is thrown to the ground by the wind. The rolled and unfolded, wrinkled sides and rolled into a ball are dragged by the wind without resistance, on the dusty floor. It's like a big fish with its belly turned upside down, swimming up and down halfway.

Only then did Yuan Zhao come back to his senses, and wanted to pick up the rice paper on the ground, but inadvertently saw the few remaining rice papers on the case. In an instant, his eyes were horrified, and all he could think of was the black mushroom cloud after the explosion.

He was startled, cold sweat dripped down the back of his hand, and he couldn't help shaking, but he still grabbed the last two pieces of rice paper, one with a poem written on it, and the last piece of rice paper with only two sentences written on it. Familiar words——

I miss someone, far away from home.

I feel something, and it is in my deep intestines.

You can't go far away, and look around all day long.

The intestines can't understand deeply, without thinking about it.

This poem is excerpted from Bai Juyi's "Night Rain". Although Yuan Zhao is not talented, he memorized this poem by accident!

He clearly remembered that this was not a poem of this world! !

Yuan Zhao took a deep breath, recalled the culture left by the outsider again, and finally dared to confirm: this poem is definitely the first time he saw it in this world!

Another cold sweat broke out on his forehead, he moved his palm away little by little, and slowly moved away the place he had covered with his hand at the first sight, hoping that what he saw was an illusion.But the reality is extremely cruel. With the movement of the hand, the first short sentence on the beige rice paper came into view——

"I miss you, my dear."

Suddenly, a distant, magnetic voice and Yuan Zhao groaned in unison, as if someone came to harmonize for him; the already clear sky light passed through the black bamboo and the window lattice, and fell faintly on a pale, bony and slender Bamboo on hand.The owner of the hand picked up the half-dead rice paper that was being kicked by the desks, and pressed it back under the ruler.

Long An suddenly saw a man appearing in front of the case, and shouted all over: "Who is this! Why did you say something I don't understand?!"

Isn't the man with a handsome face exactly Zhumo?He tapped a few cases with his fingers, and there was an inexplicable attachment and burning emotion in the unruly Danfeng's eyes.He took out the last piece of rice paper that Yuan Zhao was pressing desperately in his hand, and unfolded it leisurely. The ethereal voice seemed to drift away for several years, and it would dissipate in the next second. He only heard him say lightly: " .”

Yuanzhao withdrew his palm and didn't know how to react for a while, so he had to explain the situation to the tapiron who raised his fist and wanted to hit him: "This is a phantom in the phantom array, not real."

Tapiron couldn't stop the car anymore, and he punched Zhumo, but the next second, the fist was empty!

With the momentum of his fist, he passed through the phantom, rushed to the wall of the study, and bumped into a pile of bookshelves!

Long An froze for a long while, looked at his fist, then raised his eyes to the unmoved man in green shirt, and asked blankly as if he had been stunned by a book: "Is this a phantom?"

Yuan Zhao was not in the mood to talk to him, he looked at Phantom, but Phantom seemed to be looking at him and not looking at him.

Phantom pressed the last piece of rice paper, doing what a phantom should do with a calm expression.

Long An stood up and asked, "What's the matter with you? Is it not you who was hit by the book?" Why do you think that since this phantom appeared, the devil's face has become extremely pale?Seems to have seen something impossible?

Phantom waited for a while, and said again: "Read this sentence, and you can break out." After hearing this, Long An leaned over and glanced at it, and it was indeed an incomprehensible text, and he had a headache, so he had to Said: "I can't. If you can, tell me quickly, this phantom makes Xiao... I feel very uncomfortable, but I can't hit it if I want to hit it. You'd better get out, there's nothing fun here."

Yuan Zhao asked Phantom inexplicably, "How long have you been here?" Phantom didn't answer, as if for him, the only mission was to guide the opponent out of battle.The phantom wind soaked through frost and dew, ran across the window lattice, and stuck to Yuan Zhao's neck, cold.He took a deep breath, brushed the rice paper with his eyes downcast, and said softly:

"Don't Leave Meal One."

The surrounding scenery suddenly changed!

But when he opened his eyes, it was this bamboo courtyard again!But he was standing outside the house!

Before he recovered, he felt a murderous aura rushing towards his face!Immediately raise Jiulei to block!He was so excited that he came back to his senses, saw the face in front of him clearly, the slender bamboo stick facing the sword needle, he immediately turned the sword body, skillfully deflecting the opponent's attack!

That was one of the members of the demolition brigade - Zhumo!

Long An on the other side is not so lucky!What he met was a woman dressed in fiery red!The woman turned her back to Yuan Zhao, which prevented Yuan Zhao from seeing who she was.

Zhu Mo's eyebrows were originally intended to block the killing intent of the Buddha, but when he saw Yuan Zhao, he suddenly sneered, as if he saw some funny person.Yuan Zhao was puzzled and asked him, "What are you laughing at?"

Zhu Mo tapped the ground lightly with his bamboo stick, unexpectedly he didn't want to fight with him, and said leisurely: "Where did you come out from?"

Yuan Zhao looked at him with a different kind of brilliance in his eyes, and asked, "Is there any problem?"

The corner of Zhu Mo's mouth twitched, revealing a weird smile. It was hard to say whether it was joy or sadness, but the pity of schadenfreude was too much in the tone: "You are not trying to get out of the battle, but the biggest problem."

Yuan Zhao's eyes became deep, and he asked, "Because no one can say that sentence, right?"

Zhu Mo nodded, and Danfeng's eyes showed undisguised pity: "It's so pitiful. Haha, it's really pitiful."

Yuan Zhao felt that he was sick, and said that he was pitiful for no reason, but thought that this person might be from his hometown, so he asked patiently, "How long have you been here?"

Zhu Mo laughed even more strangely, and his voice was as cold as ice: "What do you think? How long do you think it will last? 200 years?"

Yuan Zhao always felt that what Zhumo said made him very uncomfortable, so he stopped talking about this topic, and stated another thing: "You are the Lord of Shencrow."

Zhu Mo had a half-smile, "That's right, I guessed right."

Yuan Zhao said again: "Where is the kidnapped person?"

Zhu Mo caressed the bamboo stick a few times before saying: "You will see them soon, but they are useless."

Yuan Zhao had a bad heart, and his face was calm: "Dead?"

Zhu Mo finally turned his eyes from the bamboo stick to him, his eyes were as sharp as a knife: "Hurry up. But, before you meet, return the things to me, and I will spare your life."

Yuan Zhao grasped the Nine Thunder Sword, ready to fight: "What?"

The madness in Zhu Mo's eyes turned into killing intent: "You took away my feathers in that fight 200 years ago!"

Yuan Zhao pretended to be in a daze, took Ling Yu from his arms, but touched something - the letter!How come, how can the things in the phantom array be brought out?Unless, unless that is not something in the phantom array!He was thinking a lot, Zhumo still doesn't know that he has a letter in his hand...

Zhumo straightened his arms, and the fight was about to start in the next second!

"Wait!" Yuan Zhao immediately took out his feathers to cover his chest.

Zhumo's attack was recklessly withdrawn, as if he was afraid of knocking off a fluff on his feathers.

He forcibly withdrew his offensive, and he was bound to suffer backlash. At this time, Zhu Mo's already slightly pale face became even paler!

Seeing him stop, Yuan Zhao said with a "friendly" smile: "Sir, tell me, where are all the people you kidnapped? If I give it to you, they will die. If I don't give it to you, they will die too. To me, the result is the same whether I give it or not. But, whether I give this plume or not, the meaning to you is a world of difference, right?"

Zhumo stared at him for a long time, as if he wanted to peel off his skin, shave his flesh and blood, and grind his bones into powder, so that he would not have to touch the feather again. , come here, press those two hangers over."

Yuan Zhao never thought that Yanshou was actually a woman!If it is Huang, then the scope of suspicion is even smaller, and it is easier to identify the traitor.I saw that the flame hand released monstrous flames over there, trying to suppress Long An!

Xuanguang flew away and cut off the flame prison of the flame hand.Zhumo frowned, but didn't help Yanshou, presumably because he was concerned about the existence of the black feathers.

Long An exhaled, thinking to himself, he almost used the indiscriminate attack on "Dream Three Thousand" just now!

He jumped a few steps, and immediately went back behind Yuan Zhao, saying, "Don't let me die! No one will help you when I die!" Yuan Zhao took back the Xuanguang sword: "You have lived longer than me, why? So weak?!"

"My blood was sealed from the beginning!" Long An defended himself.

Yanshou's prey ran away, so she walked over in a few steps and walked to Zhumo's side: "My lord, my subordinates are not strong enough to catch it."

Yanshou has a slim figure, her fiery red body makes her white as a swan, her face is delicate and charming, her fiery red lips are like a dusty rose, coral beads are like blood drops on her earlobe, and there is a picture of flames on her forehead The lines and the blood-red marks on both sides of the cheeks are completely dangerous in the beauty.

"...Huang Yi?!" Yuan Zhao didn't dare to confirm, after all, the Huang Yi he had seen before was all dressed in plain clothes, and he spoke cleanly and loudly about the unyielding appearance of Phoenix that would not die of humiliation!

It is unimaginable that Fenghe might die, Huang Yi is a traitor of the Phoenix clan!

"What's so surprising about this." Huang Yi, no, it should be called Flame Hand.Yanshou said to Zhumo respectfully, "My lord, the prey has escaped."

Zhu Mo said nothing, just walked into the house.After he walked a certain distance, Yuan Zhao stepped up to follow, and followed Zhu Mo into the underground secret room of the house.

Along the way, even Long An, who had the biggest heart, knew that the atmosphere was weird and oppressive, so he didn't dare to speak.

The spiral staircase descends, seemingly leading to an endless abyss.Yuan Zhao was not afraid, so he just walked down.Zhu Mo stopped suddenly and knocked on one side of the wall, suddenly a wooden door appeared on the wall.

He pushed open the wooden door, walked in and said, "You will see what you want to see."

Yanshou followed Zhu Mo into the wooden door, Yuan Zhao held the Nine Thunder Sword and followed in with a calm expression.As soon as he entered, he could smell a faint smell of blood. He frowned and took a few quick steps, only to see the crooked phoenixes spewing poisonous blood all over the place.

Yuan Zhao raised his eyes and looked at Zhu Mo: "Not counting the flame hands, there are two missing."

Yanshou didn't care about his taunting either, with fiery red nails weaving through the blue hair, lazily combing his hair.

Zhu Mo stroked the bamboo stick a few times, but couldn't tell what his expression was: "You mean that mother and son?"

"Correct."

Zhumo lightly tapped the floor with a bamboo stick a few times, and the surrounding scenery changed drastically again!All moved elsewhere!

"Master Kong! Zaijin! What's wrong with you, Zaijin!? Damn it!" Is it the voice of Jiang Nan?

What happened to Kong Zaijin?

problem occurs?

Heart panic.Yuan Zhao came back to his senses from the dizziness that was transmitted, and opened his eyes, but they were wide open!

Jiang Nan and Feng He fought together against the two men in black robes, both of whom had a lot of glory on their bodies. Lin Zhenzi's disciple Wen Yuan attacked crazily and recklessly, so he was actually capable of fighting Wu Ya!

And his peacock was lying on the ground holding his head on his side, holding back the pain and shivering.

The scene in front of him evoked some memories that he was not allowed to invade. His face was like a heavy cloud, and he was about to run to save Wen Huai who was on the cross, but was stopped by Zhu Mo.Zhu Mo bowed his head: "Hand it over, and you can go there."

Yuan Zhao smiled coldly, and shot the black feathers like darts at Zhu Mo without any care.While Zhu Mo was touching Ling Yu, he aimed at the gap and rushed out to save someone!A ball of flame shot out, and the voice of the flame hand came from behind: "Monarch, wait a little longer, I can't let you save people now."

Yuan Zhao's eyes had never been so cold, and he pointed his sword at the flame hand: "It turns out that at that time, you were already jumping in front of me."

It turns out that the one who kidnapped Kong Zaijin was also the handiwork of your divine crows!

Yanshou smiled slightly, a ball of flame rose in the palm of his hand, and smiled: "It's still there now."