noffsinger Chapter 524 Everyone talks about it
Chapter 524 Everyone talks about it
"Sichen Palace..."
On the bustling streets of Luofu, Huang Quan remembered the navigation app that An Ming downloaded for her some time ago, but she was still a little confused when she opened the navigation.
The streets of Luofu are extremely lively at dusk. Tourists take advantage of the bright lanterns to flock to the streets, and many people can be seen releasing lanterns by the stream.
Logically speaking, the Palace of Sichen is nearby, but why do the buildings in Louvre look so similar, without the exaggerated uniqueness of Pinocchio?
The buildings were all magnificent but similar in the style of fairy boats, which made Huang Quan a little hesitant. After all, the navigation said that the Sichen Palace was only within a hundred meters.
But in the end, Huang Quan turned the screen three times, and the navigation arrow still stubbornly pointed to the vermilion corridor on the left.
The glazed bells hanging from the eaves swayed gently in the dusk. Not far away, the stall owner selling Qiongshi bird strings was still hawking his wares. The air was filled with the unique scent of sandalwood and bird strings.
Should I just ask a passerby? But based on my previous experience, the result of asking is usually worse than not asking.
Huang Quan sighed softly. She was not worried that she couldn't find the way back to the inn, because that was certain that she wouldn't be able to find it, but An Ming would definitely find her.
"Come to Luofu for tourism?"
A strange voice sounded at a close distance. Huang Quan calmly placed his right hand on the sword at his waist, and glanced slightly at the fox man approaching him.
The fox man smiled and said, "Me too. What a coincidence. You don't look like a fairy boat person."
Huang Quan smelled the faint scent of osmanthus emanating from the other person's sleeves, and the vigilance in his eyes deepened. Although the visitor had no hostility, there was still a hint of threat.
If Huang Quan's secret skill point had been reduced by one before, any hesitation in the world would cost his own life. It was better to make a mistake than to die.
"who are you?"
"It's just as rumored, you seldom speak, Envoy," the fox man looked at Huang Quan with a smile, with a hint of wariness in his eyes.
The envoy of nothingness actually appeared in the busy city of Luofu so brazenly. If he was not careful, it would cause a disaster that was no less than the revival of Jianmu. What's more, the one in front of him was much more difficult to deal with than the Lord of Extinction
Since hundreds of Amber Ages ago, there have been no more people walking on the road of nothingness in the world. When scholars believed that this was the real road of nothingness represented by 9, Huangquan appeared.
She was like a non-existent person who suddenly appeared and became the only messenger walking on the path of nothingness.
The existence of Huang Quan is known to many people. In fact, Huang Quan is much more famous than she thinks. It can be said that she is famous throughout the universe.
Huang Quan did not recognize the fox woman in front of him. The woman was half a head taller than the vermilion pillars on the street. She had dark red ribbons wrapped around her long gray hair. Her eyes were confident and aggressive, and her whole body seemed to be soaked in the blood of the battlefield.
The only thing Huang Quan knew was that the fox man in front of him had killed many people and was a truly strong man who had survived countless wars.
When she was about to draw her sword, the fox man stretched out his right hand, still showing that smile full of absolute confidence: "Feixiao, what about you?"
"...Yellow Spring."
Huang Quan didn't expect Fei Xiao to answer her questions so honestly. Sometimes when she just asked for his name, the other party would reveal his murderous intention first.
But Feixiao was different. He had the strongest murderous intent before talking to her, but after the conversation, he had no murderous intent at all.
Huang Quan found it difficult to understand the psychological activities of the person in front of her, and she had no impression of the name "Feixiao", but her fairy boat had other things to do.
She looked at Fei Xiao with a dazed look in her eyes, "Do you know how to get to Sichen Palace?"
Feixiao was stunned for a few seconds after hearing this question, and then he couldn't help laughing. He stretched out his right arm with difficulty and pointed to the gate behind Huangquan.
"Just turn around. Welcome to Sichen Palace."
“…”
Huang Quan blinked, turned around blankly, and saw the three words "Sichen Palace" hanging high up. He felt a rare sense of embarrassment in his heart.
But the writing of Xianzhou's text was so artistic that it was hard to recognize the content at first glance.
"Thank you."
Huang Quan didn't stay any longer, turned around and walked into Sichen Palace.
Feixiao didn't do anything else, just stared at Huang Quan's departing back, with some deep meaning in his eyes.
She thought that the Immortal Boat did not need more enemies now, not to mention that the young lady of the Void Order in front of her had no ill will towards the Immortal Boat.
But Feixiao was still curious about why a virtual envoy would come to Sichen Palace alone. Since he was not Jingyuan's guest, the answer seemed to be obvious.
An Ming.
This name naturally appeared in Feixiao's mind. Whether he learned it from the marshal before coming to Luofu, or heard it from Jingyuan and Huaiyan, An Ming always appeared in places closely connected with the fairy boat.
Yuque's nameless swordsman was resurrected after his heroic sacrifice, and everyone took it for granted... Feixiao really wanted to meet this legendary swordsmanship genius, but due to his original duties, he couldn't spare the time.
What's more, she was a little skeptical about the "opportunity" Hua Zeng mentioned. Her doubt was not about the correctness of the words, but about how to make this opportunity come true.
That's not something that can be resolved with just a few words. Could it be that An Ming really has some magical power?
The formal meeting with the nameless guests was scheduled for tomorrow. Fei Xiao had come to Sichen Palace just to say hello to Jing Yuan, and when he was leaving, he met Huang Quan who was lost at the door.
At this time, Huang Quan walked along the corridor of Sichen Palace to the back garden. From a distance, he saw San Yueqi lying on the lawn like a corpse, and An Ming sitting beside her and feeding her iced orange juice.
"In my opinion, we should switch to iced soy milk, so that we can directly restore our spirits on March 7th," Yun Li said bluntly while sitting on the plum blossom pile.
The corner of Yan Qing's mouth twitched slightly, thinking that maybe he would just send March 7 away directly. Who would feed someone iced bean milk?
"When you two are ready, just go to Taibusi. I'll be there soon," An Ming would naturally fulfill his previous promise. Although being a master was not as easy as imagined, it was not particularly difficult for him.
Yanqing and Yunli both have excellent foundations in swordsmanship, so it would be easy for them to improve on their skills, unlike San Yueqi who had to collapse to the ground while training the basics.
Both of them showed excitement in their eyes when they heard this. It was truly a rare opportunity to receive An Ming's guidance.
Yun Li had only read about the history of Yuque in books, but Yan Qing had witnessed An Ming's superb swordsmanship with his own eyes during the recent star core disaster. He could be called the ultimate mysterious brother.
San Yueqi pursed her lips, thinking that she could only try her best to defeat Xiao Anming during the late-night training. Although she couldn't win despite trying her best, at least she had fought.
"We can just go back and lie down. Ugh... we need to go take a bath in the bathhouse."
As she spoke, she climbed up from the ground, but her legs were trembling like a hundred-year-old woman, and she almost fell down again if she lost her balance.
An Ming had expected this and hugged San Yueqi from behind. Regardless of the girl's shy cries, he held her in his arms.
"Our little Sanyue has worked really hard. Have a good rest tonight."
"not bad..."
San Yueqi was somewhat happy to be praised, but that was too childish, so he smiled rather reservedly, but this smile still looked very silly.
An Ming hugged San Yue Qi tightly and said with a smile: "Then I will take you home first."
"No need, I'll just take San Yue Qi back."
Huang Quan did not get lost this time, mainly because there were only two roads leading to the back garden, one on the left and one on the right, and both eventually led to the garden.
An Ming was still thinking in his heart that leading the way to Huang Quan was like speaking directly to Fu Xuan, both were situations at the level of the law of cause and effect.
If Huang Quan really wanted to take San Yue Qi home, he might be able to bring him back to Izumo from Luofu and save a few worlds along the way.
"March knows the way."
"Eh, me?" San Yue Qi blinked, then looked at An Ming and said with a smile: "Then we can just go back by ourselves. You still have to go to Taibusi."
San Yueqi came to her senses and realized that it was Huang Quan who wanted her to lead the way, otherwise they would not even be able to find a way back to the inn.
Thanks to his usual battle of wits and courage with the arrogant Fu Xuan, San Yueqi now has a terrifyingly high emotional intelligence! Even when faced with SSS-level languages like Quanyu, he can easily translate them.
If it were the original Huang Quan, she would probably tell An Ming directly that she was lost, but since falling in love, Huang Quan has shown more human emotions.
For example, at this moment I would choose to let San Yue Qi lead the way instead of bothering An Ming.
Huang Quan had a good impression of San Yue Qi since they first met, because they were the same type of people, both having forgotten their past and memories, walking on the flowing shore, and would fall into the abyss of nothingness if they were not careful.
She can continue to stand here because there is an anchor point called [An Ming], which prevents her from falling into nothingness completely.
There is no memory on March 7th that can be called an anchor point, or maybe "March 7th" itself is an anchor point. In short, it is a memory that cannot be touched by the underworld.
The "eyes" bestowed by Master Boshi have not yet seen through the truth deep in the memory, so it is naturally impossible to find more by relying solely on the resonance of nothingness.
"Then I'll leave March to you. I'll bring you some midnight snacks when I get back." An Ming thought that it wouldn't take long to be a master, and it wouldn't be too late to go back after it was over.
So he simply stepped his left foot on his right foot and ascended into the sky, disappearing on the spot like a sword. When San Yue Qi came to his senses, he found that An Mingzao was left with only a vague figure in the sky.
"March 7, thank you."
Huang Quan expressed his sincere gratitude, and San Yue Qi smiled and said, "You don't need to thank me for such a small thing. I will be lonely if I leave alone."
"..." Huang Quan blinked innocently and found that Sanyueqi was really good at speaking. How did he train such a talent for language?
"Are you practicing swordplay?"
"Well, I want to become a swordsman like An Ming!"
"Swords and knives have the same origin. If you don't mind, I can teach you something," looking at Sanyueqi, Huang Quan remembered herself when she practiced swordsmanship, and she couldn't help but recall the cherry-haired girl who had taught her.
Even An Ming didn't know that Ying had taught her more than once.
Huang Quan sometimes feels that the reason why he has become so taciturn is also due to Sakura's influence. After all, Sakura always looks cold and people would feel that she is full of secrets at first sight.
At that time Huang Quan thought it was just Ying being mysterious, but later she realized that it was a kind of sorrow that could not be expressed in words.
Sakura does not belong to Izumo, and Izumo does not accommodate Sakura. The old friends she knew have long passed away, and only her increasingly vague memories remain. There are always few words, but she just doesn't know what to say.
It was not until Huang Quan became "Sakura" and stood in the new era of Izumo that he understood everything.
Time is ruthless. They existed, but they no longer exist.
"The hand that holds a knife is more gentle than the hand that hugs it."
At that time, Ying held her trembling wrist and said in a cold voice: "But the determination to swing the knife is more resolute than saying goodbye."
The knife and the sword are both sharp edges that can cut through nothingness, but before the weapon, there is the intention that holds the weapon, and that intention is called "heart".
The awareness of the knife wielder will be engraved into every swing, and the echo will still be there a hundred years later.
"A knife is another kind of sword, and a sword is another kind of knife."
Huang Quan held San Yue Qi's wrist. Now it was her turn to pass on this idea. "Before holding the sword, you must first find the reason for holding the sword, and then look directly into your heart."
To shape your own sword heart.
Huangquan, or everyone born from Izumo, has the same heart.
The heart of salvation.
Huang Quan's sword is a sword of salvation, and her sword heart is for her own world.
Only when San Yueqi finds her own sword heart can she truly embark on that path.
San Yueqi scratched her head and said with a bitter face: "It's much harder than we thought." Only then did she realize that practicing sword is also practicing the mind, and both are indispensable.
She thought of An Ming's Glazed Sword Heart, a sword heart that had to be recast after two lifetimes and one death. Did she also have to die once before she could realize her own sword heart?
"March, I will teach you how to feel your heart, and you will teach me how to speak."
"Okay... eh? Talk?"
San Yue Qi answered subconsciously before realizing what Huang Quan said. If it was a complaint, she was very proficient in it, but what the hell was that?
The Art of Language - Teach You to Speak in March
Isn't this right?
San Yueqi was a little dumbfounded, but Huang Quan was a master at the level of a Lingshi, and his swordsmanship was superb if not exquisite. If he could get some advice, maybe he would get some enlightenment?
In short, this is a sure-win deal. Sanyueqi patted Huangquan on the shoulder and said with a smile: "From now on, when we go out, I will call you Master, and when we are on the train, you can call me Master."
"......" Huang Quan blinked, "Okay, Master March."
"Then please take good care of me, Master Huang Quan!"
Fortunately, An Ming is not here, otherwise he would have been very happy to hear these two people worshipping each other as their teachers. Otherwise, San Yue Qi is the real genius. This art of language is simply a dimensionality reduction attack.
Sanyueqi took Huang Quan towards the inn and introduced her to Luofu's special food and attractions along the way.
"If we talk about the most classic scenic spot, it must be Jianmu. I remember that I shot an arrow at Jianmu back then!"
March 7th became more and more excited the more he talked. Who said that 1% damage in a team battle is not considered damage?