Miss Witch doesn't want to be a diva!.

Chapter 94
In Vermilion's Forbidden City, Feng Jianxue was rushing through the buildings, avoiding the patrolling team from time to time, and then left marks one by one for the attention of Hesia behind.

He knew the approximate location of the Excalibur, but the guards on the way were still troublesome.

It's not good, the voice over there has stopped. Could it be that the battle is over so soon?Feng Jianxue felt the pressure slowly coming up.

At this time, another team of guards patrolled past, and they were accompanied by several suspended investigation self-discipline units, scanning back and forth.

Seeing such a configuration, Feng Jianxue couldn't help shrinking her head. She stood in a corner for the time being, not daring to act rashly. At the same time, she tried her best to restrain the heat source on her body surface to lower her body temperature to avoid being detected.

Fortunately, many things in Jilou City are relatively old. If new scanning detectors are installed in the Federation, they can be easily detected even through walls.And when Feng Jianxue was in trouble and stuck here for the time being, Heshia on the other side also had some problems.

"You are the second lady, right, right, right..."

In front of her, a short old man looked excited and raised his hands up, as if he was about to shout something.

She followed the mark left by Feng Jianxue before, but when she passed by a remote pavilion, a black figure suddenly jumped out and stood in front of her.

"I don't know who the second young lady you're talking about is, but it could be my mother." Seeing that no one else rushed over, Heshia breathed a sigh of relief, thinking about how to appease the person in front of her first.

"Mother? Could it be that the second lady gave birth outside? How could this happen? Such a beautiful second lady would actually give birth to a man? No! This is simply, simply, unacceptable. Why? Why is it like this? Why is she still alive? Will you come?" He covered his head in pain.

"She must have been persecuted. Yes, someone must have deceived her. She has such a good personality and is too easy to be deceived. If I had known, if I had known, I should have stopped her..."

"Although I'm a little embarrassed, this is not a place to talk. Is there any place that is quiet and deserted?" Heshia asked quickly.

"Oh, yes, yes, it's really not safe here, you follow me." After finishing speaking, the old man led Heshia into the attic beside him, and then closed the door carefully.

The pavilion is very quiet, it seems that he lives here alone, there is a painting on the wall facing the main entrance, in the painting is the scene of a phoenix flying.

"It's better this way." He let Hercia sit in the hall, and brought a pot of cool tea.

"I don't have anything hot here, only cold tea for you to drink."

"Well, it's okay, I don't like things that are too hot." The girl shook her head, then looked around, and found that there were no electrical appliances here, and it was very simple.

After sitting for a while, the old man looked carefully in front of Hercia, nodding from time to time, and then shaking his head again.

"Did you see anything?" the girl asked softly.

"Are you the second lady's daughter?" asked the other side.

"It should be, but my mother never mentioned Jilou City, and I only knew about it not long ago, and then came here."

"Did she say her name?"

"She said at home that her surname was Gu and her first name was Yongtian."

"That's her. She said before that she doesn't like the word grace, it's too luxurious and remote."

"My name is Ge Lianfeng. I can be regarded as your mother's distant uncle. The elderly in this city are basically related, so there is nothing to say." He gradually calmed down.

"Are you here to help your mother retrieve that sword?" he continued to ask.

"No, in fact, my mother has passed away, and she never mentioned it to me before." Heshia shook her head disappointedly.

"What, she, she's actually dead?" The person opposite couldn't believe it.

"How did you die?" The other person asked through gritted teeth.

"He died of illness. My father found many doctors and tried many methods, but it still didn't work." Heshia sighed.

The old man on the opposite side fell silent, gnashing his teeth.

"If it wasn't for Qianlou, he would argue with your mother..." He said half a sentence, then stopped and shook his head.

"Well, no one can tell right from wrong about those things... It's worth not mentioning it, but what about you, how are you doing now?"

"I'm living alone now, but it's fine." She was afraid that she wouldn't say well, so the old man across from her forced her to stay.

"Hehe, are you afraid that I will keep you here? That's not necessary. Your uncle and I have different opinions. I'm also one of your mother's supporters back then. I wouldn't do such a boring thing."

"It's good for you to live well outside, and it's a good thing if you don't come back." He sighed.

"Can you tell me what happened that year? What I have always learned is only a few words, not complete."

"What happened that year? It will probably take several days to finish talking about it. I'll just give you a rough idea."

"That's the lineage of the 'Sword Guardians' represented by your mother, who decided to abandon Jielou City and let everyone disperse to live in other cities in the Emerald Skirt, so that they don't have to struggle desperately in this barren and cold place.

"But your uncle didn't think so, or the older generation at that time held objections, thinking that this was simply a betrayal, a betrayal of the oath that had been made for thousands of years. Back then, the "God Generals" guarded the door and passed on, and moved across the stars for thousands of miles. , there were many casualties, and they finally settled down slowly in this emerald skirt, but now they are said to be separated? Then what are they?"

"The people gathered here are descendants of those who fled back then. Once dispersed, they will never be able to gather again. Here we can still make our own decisions, but if we go to other cities, we will be at the bottom with no power and will be slaughtered by others. Sooner or later it will be swallowed up, and then it will be silent."

"For this, the lineage of the 'Sword Guardians' is also deeply guilty, but helplessly, the classics and secret techniques of the year have gradually been lost, and it is meaningless to persist, even the 'Sword Guardians' are unwilling Let future generations inherit this responsibility." He shook his head, saying that he was also one of the 'sword guards' back then.

"And then, how did mother leave?" Heshia continued to ask.

"This is more complicated. At that time, the T2 level AI 'phantom' in Jilou City was about to reach the time of melting, so the older generation in power took out the treasures in Jilou City and traded with an outside force, and sold a piece of T2 in the black market. In this transaction, some people in the older generation regretted and opposed it, and internal conflicts broke out, and your mother was also involved in it."

"During the period, your mother was injured by Qianlou and imprisoned in prison. After that, the office worker who transported the AI ​​mastermind saw that something was wrong and wanted to take the things away, but we stopped him. Then he hijacked your mother as a hostage threat."

"Because your mother is the next generation of the 'Sword Guardian' in Jilou City, and is also the most talented successor in a century, and is expected by many old people, so at that time, I also hesitated whether to hand over the AI ​​mastermind."

"But this matter failed in the end due to various reasons, and the two sides continued to fight, and then we saw your mother was shot in the chest and fell in a pool of blood, and her body was burned by fire." He shook his head.

"From this point of view, your mother shouldn't have died at the time, but it was just a disguise. I said how could the other side be willing to shoot such a beautiful person."

Although she didn't die, it is estimated that she was left with hidden wounds during the conflict. Later, when she was pregnant, she didn't dare to give birth to two children at the same time, so she froze one first. Heshia contacted the past, and slowly understood what happened back then, and sighed in her heart.

The estrangement between her and her sister stems from this dislocation. If they had grown up together, many tragedies could have been avoided.

Time passed slowly, Heshia sat in this quiet and almost dark hall for a long time, suddenly Feng Jianxue's voice came from the earphone again.

"Where is it? I'm about to arrive at the ancestral hall where the Excalibur is placed."

In the darkness, this faint voice stood out.

The expression of the old man on the opposite side changed, but he seemed to remember something again, smiled wryly, and continued to sit down.

"That Excalibur, it doesn't matter if you don't mention it, it's actually nothing to grab. The forces that traded with us back then didn't even bother to look at it."

"If you want to take it away, go for it, but at most I will just sit back and watch, and it is impossible to assist you."

"Actually, I don't care about Excalibur." Heshia shook her head and stood up, looking around.

"You guys really don't want to leave here?"

Her long gray hair gradually turned black, and a faint blue brilliance appeared in her eyes, like Tilan flowers blooming in the dark world.

The appearance is almost exactly the same as that of Gu Yongrong back then, and he is equally astonishingly talented, even better than blue. The slowly condensed Qingying ancient sword gave the old man in front of him an unprecedented shock and impact.

"I, I... Did I really see the secret technique of Qingluan that has been lost for thousands of years in my lifetime?"

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