Your Majesty doesn't know

Chapter 18

He Zichen remembered how embarrassingly he carried Shengling on his back and walked out of the sun-blocking forest. He remembered that when he met the respondent, he lost consciousness immediately after the others took Shengling. There are many chaotic dreams, but he can't remember what happened after he woke up.

Who sat in front of his bed and cried and cried, grabbed his hand and said, "Chenchen, are you in pain, Chenchen, you must wake up", but after that?

There is a blank in the memory, the white is sharp and dazzling, and I can't remember it anyway.

……

He Zichen brought Jinghong back to Fuyue Palace and placed it in his study room full of treasures. He suddenly remembered something, picked up the poem copy from the bookshelf, took out the flake flowers and leaves inside, looked carefully, and finally could confirmed.

This is the dried dove tree flower.

And in the entire palace, only the downstairs of Zhaixing Building is planted with large Davidia involucrata trees.

He Zichen smiled wryly in his heart, thinking that he had been a playboy for half his life, but in the end he fell on such a person.

And what about Sheng Ling?Seems unusual to yourself too?

If it is ruthless, it will teach others to be heartbroken. If it is sentimental, wouldn't it be a waste of time?

Fortunately?Sad?Think hard.

Turning to the Zhaixing Tower again, a group of teenagers were practicing swords in the open space. Sheng Ling stood with his hands behind his back and watched under the Davidia involucrata tree. Which is the most flexible.

Sheng Ling didn't make a sound, but from his expression, it seemed that he was indeed listening to him.

He Zichen didn't care either. For so many years, Sheng Ling kept silent, and he was used to talking to himself.

"Holy Master!" A female voice suddenly came, "Holy Master, I have something important to report."

The two searched for their reputation, and a girl in white came riding the wind, landed not far away and came towards this side.

Sheng Ling said: "Wu Huan, what's the matter?"

Wu Huan approached, saw He Zichen was there, saluted hurriedly, and said to the Holy Spirit: "Holy Master, this subordinate was patrolling the palace at low altitude earlier, and a palace guard called me down, saying that it was from the Hidden Rainbow Palace." Everyone turned blue and passed out..."

Canghong Palace, the place where He Zichen lived before ascending to the throne.

He Zichen and Sheng Ling looked at each other, and they both saw worry in each other's eyes.

Sheng Ling said in a deep voice, "What's going on?"

"Holy Lord, my subordinates went down to check and found that those people are fine, and they will wake up in a few days, but..." Wu Huan's expression did not become relaxed at this point. Little, still frowning, she said, "They all have a little bit of demonic energy on them."

"Demon energy?" He Zichen was startled, his face was startled and then turned serious, "He appeared in the palace majesticly, but did not touch the demon-subduing formation... It seems that the kingdom of life is going to be in trouble again."

Wu Huan glanced at him, and added: "More than that, all the flowers and trees in the Hidden Rainbow Palace have been eroded by the demonic energy, and a large area has withered, and a very strong demonic energy is still lingering. It can be seen that the monsters encountered this time are extraordinary. .”

"Holy Master," Wu Huan stared sharply at Sheng Ling, and paused every word, "I'm afraid this is... the presence of demons in this world."

Demons are present...

He Zichen's heart tightened, and he turned his head to look at Sheng Ling. I wonder if it was an illusion, but Sheng Ling's complexion seemed to be a little paler.

The Zhaixing Building seems to be respected by the world, but it is actually just a group of guardians of the people. Not everyone has the talent to cultivate spiritual power, and there are more ordinary people in this world.

And the few talented ones will naturally bear greater responsibilities. They are all summoned to the Zhaixing Tower and practiced since childhood.

And the national teacher holding the moon heart stone staff, there is no one in ten thousand people with destiny, how many years it takes to produce a person who can use the power of the moon heart stone, he was found by the national teacher when he was a child, and brought him by his side As the Holy Son teaches, he is supported by all people, and he is full of glory, but it also means more responsibilities.

One of them is to use the power of the Moon Heart Stone to get a glimpse of the secrets of the sky, and to be aware of the demons with the power to destroy the world at the first time.

Demons with the most demonic nature are much more terrifying than ancient beasts like Jiuying.

Jiuying is just a monster with huge body, rough skin and thick flesh, which can spit water and fire. If we really want to talk about its strength, Zhaixinglou will not be afraid of it, but Shengling can't bear to let others take risks, so he faces it alone; The devil is an evil thing that can make people lose without fighting. As long as you release the devilish energy wantonly and walk around for a while, you can easily take the lives of thousands of people and turn the world into a purgatory.

Generally speaking, demons of this level have cultivated a mind that is not inferior to human beings. Unlike low-level monsters with no thoughts, they can think, know strategies, and are good at disguising as ordinary people. It is normal.

However, Sheng Ling, who was selected out of tens of thousands of people, didn't even notice it.

There was a hint of accusation in Wuhuan's eyes.

She naturally admired Sheng Ling very much in her heart, and she didn't think he was irresponsible, but just felt that if he hadn't used the power of the Moon Heart Stone wantonly to revive the monarch, and caused her own vitality to be seriously injured, she wouldn't have gotten to where she is today. the point.

The evil spirit forced itself into the house, but no one noticed it. Fortunately, no one was injured for the time being. Otherwise, in this huge palace, except for some people from the Zhaixing Tower who can hold on for a while, the rest of the people would be killed directly...

Thinking of this, Wu Huan felt a little strange in his heart. Apart from corroding a flower tree, he didn't do any other damage, let alone hurt anyone's life. Why is this demon so... kind?

He Zichen really wanted to stare at Wu Huan, but he felt that this matter had nothing to do with him, so he really had no position to speak, so he pulled off Sheng Ling's sleeve and said, "Let's not talk about anything else, let's go first." Let’s take a look at the Hidden Rainbow Palace.”

Sheng Ling nodded, "Okay."

So several people tapped their toes, stood floating in the air, and flew towards the direction of Hidden Rainbow Palace.

The breeze passes through the ears, the clouds are leisurely, and the glazed palace is passing by under the feet.

He Zichen's heart gradually swelled. Strangeness, nostalgia, sadness and timidity with no clear reason were all mixed with the sound of the wind and poured into the chest cavity, filled with warm and cool emotions.

Hidden Rainbow Palace, I haven't been to this place for a long time.

A group of guards had already surrounded the Canghong Palace. They whispered to each other and showed fear, but they had to guard here, and people were panicked for a while.The three of them landed in front of the Hidden Rainbow Palace, and there were two Zhaixing Towers guarding here. The disciple immediately stepped forward and saluted, "Holy Lord, Your Majesty."

Sheng Ling nodded in response, and asked again: "Is there any change?"

"Go back to the Holy Master, everything is normal." One of the disciples said, seemingly incomprehensible, "No one else has any accidents here, Wusai and the others have already patrolled everywhere, and there is no news of anything unusual elsewhere in the palace."

"Holy Master," said another disciple, "do you want your subordinates to call all the people from Zhaixinglou to guard?"

"There's no need to guard," Sheng Ling said in a clear and quiet voice, undeniably decisive, "dismiss the guards, and lead people to set up formations outside the Canghong Palace."

"Holy Lord," Wu Huan said suddenly, with some hesitation in his tone, "I'm afraid that laying out ten layers of demon-subduing formations won't be very effective against such high-level monsters."

"It's not the demon-subduing formation," Sheng Ling said, looking ahead with a determined look, "it's the killing formation."

The killing formation requires extremely high cultivation to activate the formation, destroying everything in the formation, whether it is humans, gods, monsters, or all conscious things, to slag. One thousand damages eight hundred formations.

"Holy Master!" Wu Huan suddenly opened his eyes wide, a little guilty and at a loss, "Holy Master, you..."

The killing formation was originally created by the ancestors who were alone and in a desperate situation. With the determination to perish together, only one person can activate the formation. In this living country, who else can take on this important task except the Holy Master?

But the Holy Master had injured his foundation last time and hadn't healed yet. If he were left to this time...it would be hard to say whether he would be able to save his life.

Wu Huan couldn't help regretting her previous accusation. She wanted to say something, but Sheng Ling stopped her with her hand.

"I've made up my mind, so there's no need to say more." Sheng Ling turned his head and said to the people beside him, "Go."

"Yes."

He Zichen didn't know what kind of formation the killing formation was, but just by hearing the name, he knew that it must be extremely dangerous. He felt a little uncomfortable, but he was powerless to stop it. Once again, he hated himself for being playful and slippery when he was young, and refused to practice hard Otherwise, it would not have reached the point where he clearly intends to replace him but is not qualified.

After all, if he doesn't use some tricks and cheats, he can't even compare with Sheng Ling, who is not as good as before, in terms of cultivation alone.

Is the mountain rain about to come, and the wind is all over the building, or is it just a false alarm?

He Zichen looked at the gate of Hidden Rainbow Palace, frowning.

After a while, he thought to himself: It doesn't matter if it is false or real, just go in and check it out!

Thinking of this, He Zichen rushed to the gate of the Canghong Palace with a few strides. The inexplicable emotions that were worried about Shengling earlier settled down instead. Now after stepping into this gate, all the emotions and confusion can't be figured out. All of my memories flowed silently like water in a dark river.

Canghong Palace is divided into two parts, Zangxing Pavilion in the west and Changhong Residence in the east.

He Zichen lived in the Cangxing Pavilion in the past, and a large piece of Phoenix wood was planted in front of it. In summer, warm and lively flowers would bloom on the branches, and the leaves were red like fire in June.

But now, the flowers of the Phoenix tree are all withered, and even the surface of the branches is a little dry, and the surface is lingering with a black smoke-like demonic energy.

The scorching sun in his memory was like fire, and the first reunion turned into a magical mist. Something in He Zichen's heart was clamoring, just asking him to do something to vent...but he couldn't.

Sheng Ling followed and stood beside him. He Zichen didn't turn his head. He stared blankly at the memory that had been eaten away in front of him. He clenched his fists tightly and then loosened them. Finally, he took a deep breath and forced himself to turn his head.

Different from the scorching and dazzling poinciana in the west, there are large jacarandas planted in front of Changhong in the east, which is better than the tragic situation of the poinciana in the west. Only a few of the jacarandas on the side are infected by the evil spirit, and the rest are still green. A large piece of Weiran.

The blue flower spikes are intertwined with each other, looking from a distance like a misty blue smoke, the blue is soft and misty, it is a dream that cannot be touched in the drizzle.

Who is smiling brightly in that blue haze?But who stands in the memory at a loss and silently remembers?

He Zichen raised his hand to wipe the corners of his eyes, looked at the moist spots on his fingers, and chuckled lightly, thinking that the jacaranda flowers were really like clouds soaked in rain.Look, the corners of his eyes are all wet.

All the restless emotions in my heart were strangely soothed and pulled away by this misty rain of flowers and colors, and finally emptied.

He Zichen closed his eyes, then opened them again, his eyes were filled with coldness and silence.

He pointed to the Changhong Residence behind the jacaranda, without turning his head, and asked casually, "Who lived there before? Why don't I have any memory?"

Sheng Ling also looked over there, a few traces of nostalgia appeared in his usually cold and peaceful eyes, his throat moved, and the hands in the sleeves of his robe suddenly tightened.

After being silent for a while, Sheng Ling took a deep look there, lowered his eyelashes, and said softly, "You will remember."

He Zichen didn't speak anymore, and was not even in the mood to investigate the traces of the monster for a while.

At this moment, the two silent people have surprisingly similar moods, remembering and not remembering, the same sadness, the same longing.

At the same time, a pair of eyes hidden in the dark were staring at them without blinking.