After Transmigrating into a Tyrant [Transmigration Book]

Qi Jing suddenly sat up from the bed, panting heavily.

Nangong Ziyi immediately noticed the strangeness, and strode over: "Ah Jing."

Qi Jing tried his best to calm his breath: "I'm fine." He put on his boots and got out of bed, "Has Wu Qing finished the arrangement?"

Nangong Ziyi nodded: "He came once when you were asleep, and I saw that you were sleeping soundly, so I didn't disturb you."

Qi Jing took a sip of the herbal tea, the coolness penetrated into his heart, and washed away the accumulated heat in his heart: "How should I say it?"

"Wu Qing said that after the city gate was opened, many forces of unknown origin poured into the city to detect news."

Qi Jing nodded: "As expected."

Nangong Ziyi said again: "The strange thing is that many of them seem to be from the army. They are exactly the same as your previous guess."

Qi Jing's brows gradually frowned, Nangong Ziyi continued: "Not only that, but my people also found out something interesting, Ah Jing, do you want to know?"

Qi Jing said concisely: "Say."

Nangong Ziyi shielded her chest with her spiritual fan, and said with great interest, "After we left the cave that day, I sent someone to investigate again. Guess what?"

Qi Jing glanced at him: "Bi Fang also went to investigate, but found nothing."

Nangong Ziyi smiled mysteriously, "That's natural."

"What do you mean by that?" Qi Jing looked at him puzzled.

Nangong Ziyi shook her head and said, "Don't look at me like that, I know you want to say, Bi Fang is incompetent, how could they not be able to find out such things that I can find out? Isn't it? "

Qi Jing frowned: "Why?"

Nangong Ziyi quickly unfolded the spiritual fan, the surface of the fan was full of light and color, it didn't look like a spiritual weapon, but rather a precious decoration.

He didn't show off, and said bluntly: "This is the key." As he spoke, he put the fan in front of Qi Jing, with the fan facing upwards.

Qi Jing stared at the radiant fan and looked again and again, but after a while he didn't see why, and said helplessly, "Just say it."

Nangong Ziyi was stunned for a moment, obviously didn't expect him to fail to see it, so she couldn't laugh or cry and said: "Do you see what is on this spirit fan?"

Hearing this, Qi Jing looked down at the folding fan in front of him again, confused: "Spiritual power? What else?"

Nangong Ziyi smiled and said, "That's right, it's spiritual power."

Qi Jing didn't understand what he meant even more.

Nangong Ziyi simply made things clear: "In this world, everyone is chasing after the supreme spiritual power and cultivation, so whether it is you, me or others, it is obvious that the dependence on spiritual power is obvious. If suddenly one day If he loses his spiritual power, this person will be like a useless person, unable to do anything. On the contrary, not only us, but also the people behind the scenes. Since everything he can do is inseparable from spiritual power, then..."

He smiled slightly, and continued: "As long as there are traces of spiritual power, we have traces to follow. But there are also disadvantages. The person behind the scenes is obviously very skilled in controlling spiritual power, and he is also very skilled in how to eliminate traces of spiritual power." Knowing everything."

Qi Jing was thoughtful: "No wonder Bi Fang and the others couldn't find any clues."

"If someone deliberately erases it, how can we find it?" Nangong Ziyi said again, "Too much reliance on spiritual power has both advantages and disadvantages. If ordinary people do not have the blessing of spiritual power, they will surely You will be at a loss, not knowing what to do."

He put away the spiritual fan, and tapped his temple lightly: "I did the opposite, and I raised a group of ordinary people who were born without any spiritual power."

Qi Jing asked in surprise, "No spiritual power at all?"

"That's right," Nangong Ziyi nodded, "Because they are weak, even if they are discovered by others, they don't bother to pay attention to them. Their lack of spiritual power is not only their weakness, but also their advantage."

"The advantage is that they can avoid the barrier of spiritual power and discover more details that practitioners would not notice."

Qi Jing gradually understood in his heart: "So that's how it is."

My heart, which I thought was calm, jumped up when I heard Nangong Ziyi said that she had found something.He almost couldn't wait to ask: "What did your people find? Are there any clues for him?"

Nangong Ziyi clicked her tongue and circled him twice: "A Jing, I would like to ask you first. When did you and Yan Zhilan get so close?"

Qi Jing paused, and for some reason, thinking of those two lingering scenes in Xia Bu's illusion before, the tips of his ears gradually stained with pink, and he wanted to cover it up: "I am the king, he is the minister. The king cares about the safety of his subjects, Isn't it justified?"

Nangong Ziyi rolled her eyeballs, obviously not believing it: "Is that really the case?"

Qi Jing felt uncomfortable when he looked at him, and he became angry from embarrassment: "Otherwise, what should we do?"

"Okay, okay, I'm teasing you." Nangong Ziyi knew that he was thin-skinned, so she didn't dare to continue teasing her. She just sighed in her heart. His cousin was obviously emotional, and he was about to die. The duck's mouth was stubborn and refused to admit it. I don't know how long it would take Yan Zhilan to recover.

But after thinking about it, why is he worrying about it?

That Yan Zhilan is not a straightforward person, the two of them are more awkward than the other, he wants to see when the two of them can understand each other.

Thinking of this, Nangong Ziyi didn't point it out, and was happy to watch the play aside, and continued the previous conversation, saying: "Do you still remember the priests we saw?"

Qi Jing nodded, why don't you remember?Those people were vicious and fierce. Although they were not cultivators, they were even more ferocious than cultivators.

Nangong Ziyi said: "My people sneaked in among those people and detected some important inside stories."

Qi Jing was almost terrified by him, staring at him with wide eyes: "Get to the point!"

"Cough," Nangong Ziyi rubbed her nose, "the point is, they sent back news that the man in Tsing Yi is just a person with a relatively high status, and the mastermind behind him is someone else."

"Another person?" Qi Jing subconsciously repeated, frowning, "What is the identity of that man in Tsing Yi? He seems to be very familiar with us, no, he is very familiar with my father. Who is he?"

Nangong Ziyi shook her head: "That's unknown."

The clues were interrupted here, and the two sat facing each other, silent.

Suddenly, Nangong Ziyi knocked on the head: "By the way, I almost forgot, they sent back something, take a look."

As he spoke, he took out a finger-thick scroll from his pocket, and carefully spread it out in front of Qi Jing: "It's the imprint used by people in Tsing Yi to issue orders. Do you recognize what it is?"

The picture unfolded slowly, it was a pattern with a special shape, with a pointed top and a round bottom, like the shape of a spearhead, and much rounder than a spearhead.

Qi Jing stretched out a finger and slowly traced along the lines.This pattern gave him a very familiar feeling.But when I think about it carefully, there is no impression, which is very strange.

Nangong Ziyi noticed that there was something strange in his expression, and asked, "Why? Do you really recognize him?"

Qi Jing rubbed his painful forehead: "I don't know, let me think about it."

Nangong Ziyi comforted him and said, "It doesn't matter if you can't remember it, take your time. We'll just check it out."

"No," Qi Jing shook his head, his eyes fixed on the pattern, "I must have seen this pattern somewhere before. Let me think about it."

But before he could think about it, the door was knocked.

"Your Majesty, are you awake?"

Wu Qing's voice sounded from outside.

Qi Jing and Nangong Ziyi looked at each other, and Nangong Ziyi quickly put the note into her arms.

After putting away the things, Qi Jing responded, "General, please come in."

Wu Qing strode in, knelt down on one knee in front of Qi Jing, raised the things in his hands above his head, and showed embarrassment: "Your Majesty, forgive me, the old minister is incompetent, and there is no news about the blood of the old man."

Qi Jing signaled him to get up, and comforted him: "General, you don't need to blame yourself, you just need to do a few other things that I have explained. The rest of this seat has its own conclusions."

Wu Qing returned the sapphire in his hand to Qi Jing, stood up, and said, "One of the items that your majesty told me has some clues."

He observed Qi Jing's expression, and then said: "The old minister sent people to investigate the place mentioned by the emperor, and they really found traces of sacrifices and fights. It's just..."

He looked at Qi Jing, hesitant to speak.

Qi Jing understood, and said: "It's okay, the general can just say what he wants."

Only then did Wu Qing continue: "That place is called Yinggou Valley, also known as the Valley of the Dead. It is said that it was a battlefield where gods and demons fought in ancient times. Heavy, no one wants to set foot on it, so it was abandoned. It is not under the jurisdiction of our Great Moon Army, so no one knows what happened."

Qi Jing suddenly realized that it was so.

After Wu Qing reported everything he knew to him, he withdrew.

Qi Jing and Nangong Ziyi were left behind, rubbing the cool sapphire in their hands, their minds were at a loss.

Suddenly, Qi Jing's hand that was caressing the sapphire stopped, and a trace of bright red blood flowed out from between his fingers.

This piece of sapphire was temporarily handed over to him by Yan Zhilan in order to find out the old family of his grandfather Shen Shuo and find out the truth of the year.

He randomly put it on his body before warming it up, and handed it to Wu Qing, but he didn't realize that on this green lotus jade, there was a small protruding horn on a petal that was extremely sharp.Unprepared, he cut his palm.

Qi Jing gently wiped off the blood on the sapphire, and after the blood was gone, he suddenly made a new discovery.He hastily asked Nangong Ziyi to take out the note, and gently pressed the lotus petal that cut her finger on the spread pattern.

The two unconsciously held their breath at the same time.

Impartiality, tight wedging, and the silk is not bad.

A conjecture gradually emerged in the minds of the two of them.

Qi Jing and Nangong Ziyi looked at each other, and they both saw suspicion, hesitation, and disbelief in each other's eyes.

Nangong Ziyi swallowed, he felt like he was dreaming: "The man in Tsing Yi has something to do with Yan Zhilan?"

Qi Jing was dazed, as if he was in the clouds, and said erratically, "It can't be Yan Zhilan." After speaking, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, "It may also be related to General Shen Shuo."

As soon as these words came out, the hearts of the two of them dropped at the same time.

Nangong Ziyi covered her heart, and pretended to complain, "I thought Yan Zhilan was playing a trick and directing and acting this scene himself."

Qi Jing was not as optimistic as he was: "General Shen Shuo has been dead for many years. Besides Yan Zhilan, who else in this world would dare to blatantly use his token to make trouble here?"

Nangong Ziyi hesitated and said: "Maybe it has nothing to do with Shen Shuo? The sapphire in your hand is a lotus, but the imprint on this painting is just one of the lotus petals. If it wasn't for a coincidence, who would have thought that these two keepsakes could overlap when placed together? Maybe we thought too much, and everything was just a coincidence."

Hearing this, Qi Jing took the paper and ink, dipped the sapphire into it, and after it was stained with the ink, lightly printed it on the white paper, pointed to one of the places and said, "Look."

Nangong Ziyi leaned forward, her brows gradually furrowed: "This is..."

Qi Jing put the newly made imprint together with the note in his hand, frowned and said, "Look here, there is an extremely delicate arc in the upper middle of the petal."

Nangong Ziyi nodded, and asked another question: "But isn't there only one piece of sapphire?"

Qi Jing put the sapphire into warm water, rinsed it and fished it out, guessing: "Perhaps it is an old subordinate of General Shen Shuo? Otherwise, how would others know about such a personal token?"

Nangong Ziyi breathed a sigh of relief: "If it's really Shen Shuo's old subordinate, it might be a good thing for Yan Zhilan."

Qi Jing didn't pay attention to his words, his eyes still fell on the sapphire.

After a long while, he sighed, and said: "Yan Fan is arrogant and always jealous of evil. If he is really an old subordinate of General Shen Shuo, it may not be a good thing for him."

The two were silent, and the atmosphere fell silent for a moment.

It wasn't until the sound of a bird's flapping wings sounded on the window sill that the two of them were startled back from their thoughts.

It is a white crane no bigger than a palm.

Qi Jing's eyes lit up, he strode to the window and spread his left hand towards it.

The white crane shook the dew stained on its body, flapped its wings and jumped into his palm, lowered its small head, and gently rubbed its slender and tender beak against his warm palm, very obedient.

Nangong Ziyi clicked her tongue in surprise: "Couldn't this little thing have become a spirit?"

Qi Jing stretched out a finger, and gently smoothed the feathers of the white crane.

The white crane was warm enough in his palm, and raised his small head to speak out, but what came out was Yan Zhilan's voice: "Yanyang City, bring enough people, be careful."

"Sunshine City?"

Qi Jing and Nangong Ziyi looked at each other.

After the white crane said these three words, it flapped its small wings and flew to his ear.

Qi Jing thought that Yan Zhilan still had something to say, so he turned his head slightly to make it easier for him to approach.

Unexpectedly, the little white crane lightly pecked his ears twice, stretched its neck and rubbed against his lips twice, then it turned into little lights and dissipated in the air.

"Wow!"

Qi Jing touched the pecked ear in a daze, before he could figure out what Yan Zhilan meant, he was attracted by Nangong Ziyi's yelling voice, he frowned and said, "What's wrong?"

Nangong Ziyi looked at him, winked and said with emotion: "I didn't expect that a mere white crane could be convinced by you. Ah Jing, you are really a disaster, a disaster!"

"Varied--"

Halfway through Qi Jing's words, he realized the meaning of Nangong Ziyi's words, and stopped for a moment. This white crane is Yan Zhilan's sound transmission symbol, and every move is influenced by its master's thoughts.

Then this Bai He's action just now...

Qi Jing's face turned red quietly, a little annoyed and puzzled, what did Yan Zhilan mean?

The author has something to say: Happy New Year, little angels!