This Blue Bird who dared fly freely between the ancient castle and the outside world, traveling even faster than the floating train, was none other than Qing 'er.
Since the Green Sky Mirror had left Chaotian, she had to travel with it.
However, what did Zhao Layue mean by this statement?
Zhao Layue had deduced some possibilities based on the scroll given by the female priest of the Stargate. She was even more certain of this idea after her conversation with that person that day.
It was a famous lie that all the beings in the world had spirits, but it had been proven many times in Chaotian that the heavenly treasures must have true spirits.
Qing 'er was the spirit of the Green Sky Mirror, and Ping Yong-Ka was the spirit of the All in One. If Chaotian was the laboratory of that god, and the Snow Girl was the spirit of Chaotian, could it be understood that the young woman who called herself "Fei" was the spirit of this world?
It sounded a bit strange to regard the central computer of the human civilization and a great artificial intelligence as the spirit of the Cultivation world, but it was not so hard to accept.
The so-called "possession" was to let Qing 'er invade and destroy the consciousness of that young woman and replace her as the central computer of this world to control it. If she succeeded, those space elevators that looked like wires, the space stations that looked like gems, the floating trains, the battleships and the strange world outside the window would all be under their control.
It was true that Zhao Layue's idea was straightforward and domineering. After that guy ascended, she had cultivated in the Guocheng Temple for three years and had some understanding of the Buddhist methods. She had a general understanding of what Taiping Zhenren had done to the late emperor and why he had failed. Unfortunately, Qing 'er gave a negative answer.
"She … she's too big …"
Qing 'er didn't turn into a young woman. She was still in the shape of a bird, spreading her green wings to increase her persuasiveness. "And she's everywhere."
Zhao Layue understood what she meant. It was impossible to deal with the spirit of the whole civilization unless the other party was willing to shrink to a specific area and then possess her body in a split second. However, the other party had existed in the universe for more than one hundred thousand years, so it was impossible for her to make such a stupid mistake.
"Also, I prefer the term 'artifact spirit'. It sounds more spiritual. Don't expect me to admit that I'm some kind of artificial intelligence. It sounds weird." Qing'Er folded her wings and walked to the tea table. She picked up a small piece of food and swallowed it. She said vaguely, "How do we solve the problem of the dead man?"
Hearing this, Zhao Layue's expression changed slightly. Even Ah Da's white hair stood on end.
Qing 'er knew that she was wrong. Not to mention that they were by the window of a teahouse, even if they were at Shenmo Peak, she would not be able to talk about such a secretive topic. Even Yuan Qu did not know about this until now. She quickly changed the topic and pretended to complain, "This world is really weird and uncomfortable. There are glass walls everywhere. I don't get lost, but I almost ran into them a few times."
Ah Da meowed once, indicating that she could have come back from ten thousand miles away, but she had to fly around. She had no one to blame.
"It's not easy to leave Chaotian, and I've set up so many sentry posts for you in the underground world. Now that I'm here, I can't have a good time touring around," Qing 'er retorted.
Ah Da meowed again, indicating that it was good enough to bring her out.
A lazy white cat with long hair was talking to a green bird by the window, meowing and squeaking. It was a moving scene. Zhao Layue was even more attractive. She sat quietly in the chair, her eyes and brows as beautiful as a painting, exuding an air of nobility and indifference, until she uttered the next sentence, "I hate that damned old woman."
She had many reasons to dislike that young woman, like the floral bathrobe and the hair that looked like a broken curtain. Because of her relationship with Jing Jiu, it was understandable that she called her "damned old woman"; but she called her "old woman" because she had called her "child" a few times.
Ah Da and Qing 'er were startled by her sudden swearing, and then they were shocked by what she would do next.
Sitting in the chair, Zhao Layue lowered her head and hugged her knees. She didn't say anything for a long time, nor did she do anything.
Yet, it was evident that her body was straining slightly, and she was very nervous.
It was true that she was very nervous. She didn't relax until now. It was not because of the conversation, but because of another matter.
She had destroyed that battleship, killed so many people, and snatched the Mecha of the Thunder God. She came to the Main Planet under the gazes of countless people. Though it was a magnificent act in the eyes of many people, it was actually for another reason. That young woman had calculated part of it. For instance, she wanted to know the status of the Aoyama Sect in this world and to intensify the conflict between the two opposing sides. More importantly, she wanted to know the attitude of this world toward her. The life and death of that guy would change the attitude of this world.
Those ascendants hadn't shown up during the long journey, which gave her a bad idea. Was that guy really dead?
It was true that she was very confident, and she had even more confidence in that guy. But it was well known that it was a completely new and strange world outside the window, and both she and that guy were strangers.
Zong Lizi asked her if she wasn't worried back in the apartment. She replied that she wasn't; but how could she not be worried?
It wasn't until this conversation that she was certain that Jing Jiu was not dead. The nervousness and worry hidden in the deep end of her Dao Heart were released, and she turned into a feeble young woman sitting with her knees hugged.
She hadn't been so feeble since many years ago.
Seeing her body gradually relax, Qing 'er and Ah Da eyed each other, feeling a lingering fear.
Ah Da rubbed her face gingerly.
Qing 'er asked hesitantly, "Do you want to drink some hot tea?"
Zhao Layue recovered after taking two deep breaths. She picked up the cold tea in the teacup and drank it up, finding it tasteless except for the tastiness of the tea. "The tea is good," she said. "It's better than the sticky stuff that old woman drank."
Qing 'er thought that she had inherited Jing Jiu's style of drinking tea over the last few hundred years, and that both Gu Qing and Yuan Qu had been worried about the tea they drank over the last few hundred years. She couldn't help but feel curious that she thought the tea was good. As she was about to take a sip of the tea, she suddenly discovered something and disappeared with a flash of green light.
Zhao Layue looked out of the window and found a floating car parked by the street, and two young women walked out from it.
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Ran Handong tidied up her military uniform and ascertained that there was nothing wrong with it. She took a deep breath to suppress her nervousness and headed toward the teahouse; but she halted after taking a few steps and asked Zong Lizi in a whisper, "Is it true?"
Zong Lizi sighed, "I've told you many times on the way here. It's all true."
Was there really a world of Cultivation? Ran Handong still thought it was incredible, wondering if the sceneries she had seen in the game were real. She didn't have such a feeling until she came to the teahouse and saw Zhao Layue's face and her trademark messy short hair.
Though she had seen Zhao Layue on the light screen, she was still more shocked to see the real person in front of her.
This pretty girl with short hair, who looked no more than fifteen or sixteen years old, was actually a few hundred years old.
It was true that a woman's perspective was always so peculiar.
Zhao Layue didn't pay attention to her self-introduction. She nodded slightly and looked out of the window again.
Ran Handong didn't think she was being rude, since she was a few hundred years old and a fairy lady.
Zong Lizi was aware that Zhao Layue had gone to see that person. As she was about to ask her how the conversation went, she heard her question first.
"What's that?" asked Zhao Layue while pointing to a spot outside the window.
Zong Lizi and Ran Handong followed her finger and saw the young men and women in the square across the street and heard the cheerful voices.
"The floating electronic skateboard." Ran Handong went on with a smile, "The Special District of Capital has strict control over the flying devices, but they don't care about this kind of toy. And the setting of the floating skateboards is that they can't exceed five meters. I played with them for a few days when I was young, but I soon lost interest in them. "
"I'm interested in them," said Zhao Layue.
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This was the main street of the Special District of Capital. Jing Jiu had walked here before.
The building of the military headquarters was located at the end of the street, looking like a battleship anchored there, shining under the morning sunlight.
The young people in the square across the street had a new playmate.
The girl with short hair was very pretty. She was using the latest and most expensive floating skateboard, but it seemed that she had never used it before. She should be a newbie.
As a few young men were about to give her a ride and teach her, the girl seemed to have suddenly understood something.
Along with the morning wind, she leapt up on the floating skateboard with a faint buzzing sound.
How could a girl who could ride a flying sword not know how to ride a skateboard?
Standing on the opposite side of the street, Zong Lizi and Ran Handong were in a daze for a long time as they watched the girl riding the skateboard at a high speed amid the cheers.
"She … seems to be very happy," said Zong Lizi suddenly.
Ran Handong nodded while looking in that direction.
The morning sunlight shone on the distant building of the military headquarters, as well as on Zhao Layue's face.
The sky was not blue. The distant battleships could be vaguely seen, but the clouds were still as white as before. Her smile was as beautiful as ever.
That guy was still alive.
It was really nice.
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There was an inconspicuous planet by the edge of the Scorpion Tail Nebula.
Due to the heavy pollution, the sky here was seldom blue, and the clouds were often gloomy, looking like the ores.
A dilapidated spaceship was landing slowly in the distance. The line for food on the spaceship was already long.
The hardships of life and the depression brought about by the blockade had no effect on the young people. The cheers and curses could be heard from time to time on the court full of cracks.
No cars could be seen on the street of the court. A dilapidated skateboard ran over the rainwater. As soon as it flew into the air, it bumped into the barbed wire, making a crisp sound.
The youth riding the skateboard let out a painful cry as he fell to the ground. His companions approached him to check on his injury. Some of them paid attention to the dilapidated skateboard, yelling that they should be the next one.
A youth was sitting on the half wall on the other side of the court.
The young man was wearing a very ordinary blue hoodie with a green rope tied around his wrist. That was the only accessory on his body.
In comparison to the bustling crowd on the other side of the wall, he looked rather lonely and desolate, as if he were in another world.
The snowflakes suddenly fell down from the sky.
Looking at the snowflakes falling down from the sky, the youth recited a poem. The poem was a bit fragmented, and a few words like needle and sun could be vaguely heard.
Then, he took out a harmonica and started playing it.
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