My wife, the eldest princess of the demon clan, I recite poems and become a sword god

Chapter 33 Boys' Journey
On its own, these words sound somewhat middle-of-the-road.

But Xiang Yi heard the words, but did not despise them in the slightest.

It is undeniable that in the vast sea of ​​people, you can always find a few people who do not believe in fate.

When the other party said the truth, she was silent for a while, and then said decisively:

"There's still some time left, I'll try again."

After saying that, she raised her bloody left hand, intending to reopen the wound.

Seeing this, Li Cheng quickly grabbed the opponent's wrist and stopped her:
"You misunderstood, that's not what I meant."

Looking at the lady's slightly confused eyes, he patiently explained:

"I mean, we can try something else instead of going all the way."

"Oh." Xiang Yi nodded and silently put his hands back into his sleeves.

For Tongxuan realm practitioners, as long as the wounds are not fatal, they will recover as before over time.

However, the pain is no different from what ordinary people feel.

Seeing Xiao Yi making such a decisive decision, Li Cheng couldn't help but chuckle and asked:

"Didn't you just say that you lost my life? Why did you change your mind so quickly?"

"Because..." Xiang Yi paused, turned his head slightly, and answered truthfully:
"Although I believe in fate, I believe in you even more now."

Li Cheng:......

For a moment, he couldn't tell whether this was the truth or perfunctory.

But there is no doubt that this answer is indeed very provocative.

He felt inexplicably that he seemed to be being raped.

After coughing slightly, Li Cheng turned his head and quietly observed the bloody sword for a while.

Afterwards, he and his wife returned to the ground from the stone platform one after the other.

"Miss, you're not hurt anywhere, are you?"

"Your Highness, this subordinate has really neglected his duty. If there is any shortcoming, this subordinate will really die..."

"I'm fine," Xiang Yi stated calmly as he looked at the two people running over with injuries:

"My father gave me a protective weapon to protect us from the sword energy."

"That's good," Uncle Dong breathed a long sigh of relief, and then said decisively:
"Your Highness, since there is nothing we can do, it's better to leave here first and then take care of the aftermath."

"Zhishi is right," Uncle Tai shook his big head and agreed:

“After drinking the blood of the royal family, it was only a matter of time before the sword completely lost control.

The barrier here is already unstable. If we don't leave, it may be too late. "

After hearing the sincere words of the two people, Xiang Yi also knew that what they said was the truth.

But after looking sideways at Li Cheng, she immediately said calmly:

"Two uncles, please leave first, we will follow later."

Hearing this, Uncle Dong immediately raised his eyebrows, completely showing no emotion at all:
"Your Highness! This is not the time to be willful. In an hour at most, this place will be reduced to ruins. You can't take your own..."

"Uncle Dong, this is not only a request, but also an order." Xiang Yi interrupted the other party expressionlessly.

"I'm sorry, I can't obey my order," Uncle Dong took a step forward and said firmly:
"If His Highness refuses to leave here, then I will have no choice but..."

Before he finished speaking, Uncle Dong's pupils couldn't help but shrink, and he was stunned in place.

Li Cheng, who was secretly meditating beside him, couldn't help but be startled when he saw this.

Because Xiang Yi silently took out a jade pendant the size of a dove egg from Yourong's chest.

Even though the light in the underground palace was very dim, Li Cheng still felt the extraordinary quality of this jade.

This jade pendant is very round and white.

Although there is no style at all, it is round and natural, and as clear as the spotless snow in the polar regions.

After a brief shock, Uncle Dong was about to say something, but Uncle Tai beat him to it:
"Linglongyu! But this sacred object is not forever..."

When the word 'Yong' was mentioned, Uncle Tai realized that he had made a mistake and immediately fell silent.

But Li Cheng couldn't help squinting his eyes slightly, and looked at Yu Pei with some surprise.

In this world, even sacred objects are divided into two types: natural and artificial.

For example, the star-picking stone in his arms is a legendary artifact that was left to the human world from the stars in the sky.

The same is true for the exquisite jade in front of me.

According to legend, there are two kinds of sacred jade in the world, called Linlang and Linglong.

The former contains the power of time, and the latter possesses the power of space.

But the reason why the legend is a legend is because few people have actually seen it.

At this moment, Li Cheng saw for the first time this sacred jade that existed only in broken pieces.

Silently putting the exquisite jade in his palm, Xiang Yi's pretty face was slightly cold, and he said solemnly:

"Again, I am not making a request, but an order."

Uncle Dong:......

Uncle Tai:......

Li Cheng raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard this, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

This was the first time he saw his wife looking so domineering.

a moment of silence,

The two people who stood with their heads bowed silently looked at each other, and then compromised in unison:
"We will obey His Highness's instructions."

Hearing this, Xiang Yi slowly loosened his fists hidden in his sleeves, feeling slightly relieved in his heart.

really,

I'm still not used to it, so I put on a condescending look.

Li Cheng was keenly aware that although the other party answered the same thing, his tone was completely different.

Uncle Tai's voice was full of worry and helplessness.

Uncle Dong's voice was mostly filled with awe, mixed with some reluctance.

Before he could ponder the meaning, the two of them turned around decisively and headed straight towards the long steps.

Right now, the sword energy was everywhere in the underground palace, and the lights on the stone walls flickered on and off.

Since they had agreed to leave, they naturally would not drag their feet to avoid distracting Xiang Yi.

Such a neat style of acting is quite to Li Cheng's liking.

But before the other party left, he called out to the two of them:

"Could you two please leave the torn pages of the ancient book?"

As soon as the words fell, the two people's hurried footsteps stopped.

Uncle Dong stood at the edge of the exit, turned around slowly, and looked at Li Cheng meaningfully.

After looking at each other for a few seconds,
He took out a slender bamboo tube from his sleeve, wrapped it in Qi, and threw it towards the opponent with his hand.

boom!
When Li Cheng raised his hand to catch the bamboo tube, Uncle Dong's hoarse voice came at the same time:
"I have already said everything that is useful in ancient books.

The only way to break the seal recorded in it has failed. I advise the young hero not to waste any more efforts. "

"Thank you." Li Cheng put down his right hand, stood in the messy sword energy and looked at the other party in the distance, and suddenly grinned:
"However, I really like what Master said..."

When his tone paused, the smile on his lips was tainted with a hint of amusement:
"Confucius said, it is better to have no books at all than to have all faith in them."

Uncle Dong:......

The corners of his eyes twitched secretly, but Uncle Dong didn't say anything. He turned around and entered the dark cave with Uncle Tai.

Seeing the two figures completely disappearing from his eyes, Xiang Yi tilted his head slightly, asking in his peach blossom eyes:

"Li Xiaobu, what do I need to do now?"

"Well, let me think about it..."

After puckering his chapped lips, Li Chengcheng opened the bamboo tube and took a look, then replied calmly:
"Why don't you, Xiaoyi, read the content on this piece of paper for me? I can't read the demonic language well..."

When he said this, Li Cheng acted calmly, but felt a little guilty inside.

Because, the yellowed parchment in the bamboo tube is full of densely packed strange symbols.

This is very different from the demonic characters he knows.

In a flash,

He seemed to be falling into the fear of being dominated by the fourth and sixth ranks again.

Especially the row of small characters on the top of the parchment, it looks like abandon...

Xiang Yi took the bamboo tube directly, glanced down, and nodded:

"Okay, but there's not much time left."

"I know." Looking at the blood-red sword in the center of the pile of rocks, Li Cheng's eyes appeared thoughtful:
"That sword and the divine crystal buried in the stone pile are in a mysterious symbiotic relationship.

If the sword is destroyed by force, the divine crystal will inevitably be shattered with it.

But if you ignore it, you won’t be able to take out the divine crystal..."

As he spoke, he withdrew his gaze and turned to look at the face beside him:

"I have an intuition that the real way to draw the sword must be related to the broken pages of this ancient book."

Hearing this, Xiang Yi was slightly startled, and then took out the parchment without hesitation.

Click!

The dark green bamboo tube was thrown carelessly by her, and was instantly cut into two sections by the disordered sword energy.

Looking at the two halves of the bamboo tube on the ground, she was silent for a moment while looking at the parchment in her hand.

After a while,
Silently calculating something in her heart, she looked at Li Cheng seriously:

"Is two quarters and a half enough time?"

When he said this, Xiang Yi looked a little urging.

This made Li Cheng subconsciously want to ask, if it is not enough, can the clock be added?
After coughing lightly, Li Cheng replied calmly:

"If you read it faster, there should be no problem."

"I try my best."

Xiang Yi nodded slightly and followed the other party quickly to the relatively bright stone wall.

The two of them hugged each other and sat against the wall, clinging to each other for warmth.

At this time, Li Cheng was quietly listening to Xiao Yi's beautiful voice:
“...On January 1145, 1 Star Calendar, the divine crystal sent from Xueman City to the Hehuang area was kidnapped by a strong human being.

His Majesty the Demon Lord, who was fighting bravely in Hehuang, was furious when he heard the news, and ordered to pursue the opponent with all his strength and regain the divine crystal.

…On January 1, Prince Homo discovered the whereabouts of the enemy in the northeast of the empire, and notified other princes to prepare to surround and kill the enemy..."

……

……

After more than a quarter of an hour.

Xiang Yi spoke quickly and read the content on the parchment to the end:

“…On January 1, all eleven princes except Prince Homo died in battle by the river in the northeast.

It was snowing continuously that night, and every snowflake was stained red by the blood of our prince...

…On February 2st, the Demon Lord was unfortunately seriously injured by the Emperor of Qin, and died in the tent of the Forbidden Army that night…

…On June 6st, our army completely withdrew from the Hehuang area, and the empire’s pearl of lush water and grass fell into dust.

Alas!

Destroy my land of rivers and rivers, and prevent my six livestock from multiplying.

Lost my Rouge Mountain, made my woman colorless..."

As a slightly sad poem was recited, the whole story ended.

Li Cheng looked at the long sword standing on the top of the pile of rocks and sighed with emotion.

As the saying goes, my hero is his thief.

This story should be regarded as one of the few highlights of the human race before the Master appeared.

Ten years after capturing Hehuang, the Emperor of Qin built the famous Qin cavalry in history books.

Unfortunately, when he led his army to conquer the Central Plains and wanted to drink his horse in Hebei with his sword, he suddenly died of illness in Shaqiu County.

After that, the human race fell into civil strife, and the Qin Dynasty, which was once prosperous for a while, fell apart and became a few pages of old news in history books.

After withdrawing his thoughts, Li Cheng slowly stood up from the marble floor and spoke softly:
"When Uncle Dong and the others told the story earlier, they deliberately ignored the life of the sword owner and didn't even mention his name.

But this seemingly unimportant information may be the key. "

Xiang Yi stood up immediately, holding his sword and standing next to Li Cheng. After thinking about it for a while, he muttered:

"There is no record of this person's name in the ancient books. We only know that the other party was named Wu'an and had a close brotherly relationship with the original Qin Emperor."

"That's right," Li Cheng nodded, his hands behind his back, his posture as tall and proud as a sword:

"The Marquis of Wu'an of Great Qin has made the greatest contribution to our human race.

It's a pity that I couldn't leave a single word in the history books. "

After hearing this, Xiang Yi blinked his clear eyes and was silent for a moment.

Although the details on the parchment are vague.

But it was not difficult for her to guess that the demon king from a thousand years ago needed to use the divine crystal to survive and kill the Emperor of Qin.

On the contrary, only by grabbing the divine crystal can the human race hope to win the crucial Hehuang land.

As a semi-sacred object, the divine crystal can only be destroyed by a first-class land god holding a sacred weapon.

Due to the poor luck of the human race at that time, only Emperor Qin reached the first-level realm in the history books.

Therefore, even if the Marquis of Wu'an has the appearance of a land sword god, he can only stay at the second level due to the laws of heaven and earth.

But a genius is still a genius after all.

After knowing that he could not escape, Marquis Wu An finally thought of merging his flesh and soul into his sword and suppressing the divine crystal as if they were mutually reinforcing each other.

Because of this, the Blood Sword and the Divine Crystal have been able to coexist to this day.

According to records in ancient books, as time continues to pass, the connection between the blood sword and the divine crystal will gradually become weaker.

One day, using the blood of the demon royal family to activate the formations set up by the predecessors, the two can be separated.

However, judging from the current situation, even 3000 years will not be enough to erase Marquis Wu'an's remaining obsession.

If you want to take out the divine crystal in this way, you may have to wait for decades or hundreds of years, or even more.

But for the two of them at this time, this no longer meant anything.

Thinking of this, Xiang Yi raised his head slightly, but happened to see the other party looking at him with a sideways smile:

"1 years is too long, I only fight for the day and night."

If there is a profound sentence, it will inadvertently tug at the girl's heartstrings.

She tilted her head slightly, and her crystal earlobes instantly turned pink.

After saying this, Li Cheng stopped smiling and walked straight towards the pile of rocks with a solemn expression.

Staring at the slender figure walking away in front of him, he recalled what the other party had said before...

Suddenly, a flash of enlightenment flashed through Xiang Yi's heart and he asked aloud:

"Do you want to use a cinnabar pen to awaken Marquis Wu An's residual thoughts?"

"Well, there is no other way after all."

Li Cheng stopped in front of the stone pile, looked at the fading colorful light on the surface, and said without turning his head:

"This formation has been activated irreversibly, and the balance of 3000 years has been broken.

If something is not done, both the divine crystal and the sword will be destroyed together. "

Hearing this, Xiang Yi lowered his eyes and glanced at the torn bamboo tube not far away, and then quickly chased after him.

"So..." She moved lightly to Li Cheng's side and said calmly:
"You're waiting for some time to come."

Li Cheng nodded gently without changing his expression, a flash of approval flashed in his eyes:
"I only have a small piece of the cinnabar pen left in my hand, which is not enough to write memorials or poems.

Only when the sword energy is at its peak, may it be possible to successfully communicate with Cannian. "

"Then, what do you want to write with a cinnabar pen?"

From the corner of his eye, he glanced at the girl's long black hair flying in the sword energy, and Li Cheng replied softly:
"A poem,"

The voice paused for a moment, and he took out the cinnabar pen from his arms calmly, pondered for a moment and said:

"The title of the poem is called, Youth's Journey..."

　Mengxin, please collect and read.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)