Chapter 0921 An Irritable Heart
When they woke up this morning, residents inside and outside the imperial capital felt a little tired. Their bodies were fine, but they didn't have the enthusiasm and excitement of the previous days. They felt lost and even didn't want to get up.
This feeling was not strong, nor was it unfamiliar. In the past, when they had worked hard all day or encountered bad luck, similar situations would happen the next morning, so the residents forced themselves to get out of bed and dress, pretended to be indifferent in front of their families, walked out of the door and looked at the Daotong Tower in the sky, expecting to find something there to fill the emptiness in their hearts.
But they were disappointed. The Daotong Tower stood still, but its magical power weakened a lot, unable to drive away the loss and frustration in people's hearts.
The sky was also a little hazy, but this might indicate an ordinary autumn rain.
The practitioners who came from all over the world discovered the abnormality earlier, especially those who took advantage of the dead of night to do their practice. Before dawn, they noticed that the progress of their practice was gradually slowing down, and it seemed to return to the normal speed before. Soon after dawn, the premonition came true, and the practitioners flew to the Daotong Tower in groups to check the situation.
It was not until then that people noticed that Zuo Liuying, who was standing motionless on the street, was still fighting with the ancestor.
Knowing the reason, everyone breathed a sigh of relief and felt that there was hope again. The ancestor would certainly win and would soon win a great victory, so everything would return to normal.
Although the ancestor was born less than a month ago, the Imperial Capital had already regarded his existence as "normal".
The battle between Zuo Liuying and Kun Dun entered a more complicated stalemate. Zuo Liuying was still in a completely disadvantageous state. More than half of the fifty-five spells added to that memory were lost, but he could not spare any mana to replenish them. He had not yet lost because Kun Dun was too arrogant.
Kun Hun descended to the world in the form of a god, squandering his powerful power to the fullest, maintaining various spells in a very large area, of which the Daotong Tower enjoyed the most, followed by the inside and outside of the Imperial Capital. As the distance increased, the spells gradually decreased, but even in the most remote areas, he would occasionally cast a spell to let all beings feel his presence.
This was not just to show off, but also to find the whereabouts of the demon species and demon souls.
Last night, Shen Cunyi helped Zuo Liuying a lot. He was a small figure in the Daotong, but he formed a small loophole that could affect the overall situation: his homesickness showed that Kun Hun's spells were weakening and he could no longer control all the Taoists. The words he shouted at the door of the tavern even alarmed the entire Daotong Tower.
The Taoists did not approve of Shen Cunyi's decision, but their moods were touched, and hidden emotions gradually emerged. Those who were originally calm remained calm, but there were also many people who were suspicious, confused, and vigilant: the appearance of the ancestor was too sudden, and he was a second-generation disciple more than 100,000 years ago. Even for Taoists, this was a strange thing that violated the Tao of heaven and earth.
Kun Dun could completely ignore these mood fluctuations in the Taoist Tower, but he couldn't do it. He couldn't allow the perfect thing he created to have a little flaw. More and more mana remained in the Taoist Tower to balance the various emotions that the Taoists shouldn't have, and the magic enjoyed by Huangjing and other places naturally decreased.
Zuo Liuying's pressure did not reduce much, but his fighting spirit was greatly stimulated. Finally, he roughly saw the boundary of this fog: Kun Dun's mana was not endless and boundless, and he also had a limit. Although this limit was too far away for Zuo Liuying and Mu Xingqiu, there was finally a goal, and it was not as ignorant as before.
The whole Imperial Capital was looking forward to the victory of the Patriarch, but the battle was not over yet. In the eyes of the crowd, Zuo Liuying persisted until the second nightfall.
The people went to bed, and the practitioners gradually withdrew. Everyone thought that after a good sleep, maybe everything would be better tomorrow morning.
But after opening their eyes again, what the Imperial Capital welcomed was not victory and joy, but panic and chills. They were like being stripped of their cotton-padded clothes in the snowy winter, shivering in the cold wind with only single clothes. They missed the Patriarch's magic very much, just like longing for the stove and the sun. They lived well without these things before, but now they feel that they can't hold on any longer after losing them.
In the sky and on the ground, there is more and more hatred in the eyes looking at Zuo Liuying. If it weren't for the fear of offending the Patriarch and the Taoism, mortals would also rush up to give Zuo Liuying a punch.
The whole day, the imperial capital was full of resentment. The residents on the ground didn't want to do any work. Any little thing could make them angry, leading to big and small quarrels and even fistfights. The practitioners in the sky were not as disciplined as before. Everyone wanted to fly higher, and the result gradually evolved into an uncompromising competition, but there were few fights. After all, this was the territory of the Taoist sect, and casual practitioners and talisman masters dared not easily make trouble.
Even the Taoist tower was not so stable. Just as the third night fell, Taoists kept coming out of the tavern. Each of them looked at Zuo Liuying at the corner of the street, and then jumped away. They were not defectors. Most of them returned to the tower before dawn, but they were free this night. Even Kun Dun didn't know where they went or what they did.
Zhang Xiang'er was also one of the Taoists who left the pagoda. She came out relatively late, in the late night. She first walked up to Zuo Liuying, looked at him coldly for a while, and said, "It's good for Shen Cunyi to go home. There is no future for him to stay in the Taoist tradition. From the moment he couldn't keep up with my progress in cultivation, we parted ways. For me, cultivation is everything."
Zuo Liuying didn't say anything. He was concentrating on casting spells and didn't want to do useless work. He knew very well what he could and couldn't do. Zhang Xiang'er was not Shen Cunyi, and it was impossible for her to be persuaded by a few words.
Zhang Xiang'er flew away, her mood was far less calm than her expression. She felt upset, but she couldn't tell the specific reason. She attributed this situation to the fact that she had not yet formed the heart of a Taoist priest and the influence of Zuo Liuying's spell.
She flew half a circle in the night sky of the imperial capital, and met several casual cultivators on the way. Before she could react, the other party had already avoided her. The irritability in her heart did not decrease, but became heavier. Zhang Xiang'er flew towards the direction of the palace to seek advice from a mortal.
The talisman masters and casual cultivators in the palace did their duty and politely stopped Zhang Xiang'er. They were embarrassed to hear that she was going to see Queen Xun. It was the second half of the night. Who dared to go to the inner courtyard to disturb the queen's sleep? Finally, a smart talisman master came up with a solution. He asked the female Taoist to find the maid that Queen Xun trusted the most.
Zeng Fu didn't like living in the palace, and had moved back to a small courtyard near the palace. When Zhang Xiang'er landed in the courtyard, she was lying on the bed and couldn't fall asleep. She kept counting with her eyes open.
"Aunt." Zhang Xiang'er called softly outside the door. When she was a child, she lived in the princess's mansion and Shen's house in turn. She was very familiar with Zeng Fu and always called her aunt.
Zeng Fu immediately got out of bed, walked barefoot to open the door, and smiled when she saw Zhang Xiang'er: "I thought you would never come to see me after becoming a Taoist priest."
Zhang Xiang'er smiled slightly. If it weren't for the fight between Zuo Liuying and the ancestor, she would not come to see Zeng Fu or the princess. "Sorry, I disturbed your sleep."
"What a coincidence, I can't sleep today. Ah, maybe I have a premonition that you will come tonight. Come in." Zeng Fu let Zhang Xiang'er in and put on her shoes and clothes.
Neither of them was used to lighting the lights, so they left the room dark.
"Tell me, what's going on? Zuo Liuying and the master are fighting, and the whole city is worried." Zeng Fu poured a glass of water in the dark. She didn't have a third eye, and she had developed the habit of doing things in the dark when she served Zuo Liuying.
"Their fight is an illusion. The longer it lasts, the more spells will be used, which may affect other people. But it will end soon. The master could have defeated Zuo Liuying a long time ago, but he has been showing mercy." Zhang Xiang'er didn't know the details of the fight, so she could only make some guesses.
Zeng Fu nodded, "Zuo Liuying is still so unpredictable. Didn't he declare war on behalf of Mu Xingqiu? Why did he do it himself? This time, everyone can guess that he will definitely lose. Mu Xingqiu should be here tomorrow. I am more optimistic about him, but I hope he will be gentle and not destroy the entire Imperial Capital. Alas, these years have been one after another. I am now looking forward to my death and leaving my affairs to those who come after me. Xiang'er, what can you do? You still have to live for many more years."
Long time no see Zeng Fu talked a lot when they met again. Zhang Xianger listened with a smile, and her irritability was reduced a little. She no longer mentioned the matter of meeting Queen Xun. "With the master here, everything will only get better and better. You have seen the changes in the imperial capital."
"Not only saw it, but also felt it. My heart is like honey. Just walking a few steps makes me feel sweet."
"Look, this is the credit of the master."
"But Queen Xun said, 'Whoever gives you something has the right to take it away in the future. Things that are not obtained through your own efforts are not stable.' ”
“She is a princess, born to enjoy wealth and glory, does she also say such things?”
“Yes, natural wealth and glory are not reliable. If parents are gone or don’t like her anymore, everything will be gone. Queen Xun can get to where she is today by her own efforts, not by her natural status.”
Zhang Xiang’er smiled, “Aunt and the princess believe in Mu Xingqiu, right?”
“If you have seen what Mu Xingqiu has done, you will also believe him. But it doesn’t make any sense. The queen is also a mortal, and her power is too small compared to the Taoist priest. She believes that no one can affect tomorrow’s fight. We stand firm just to preserve the only dignity we have.” Perhaps because he felt that the tone was too blunt, Zeng Fu also smiled, “Mortals are weak, and naturally have little dignity. I just want to be happy and sad according to my mood, and don’t want to be affected by magic. The ancestor can make me feel happy all the time, but why is this joy? Xiang’er, you can come to see me, which brings more joy than the most powerful magic. ”
Zhang Xiang’er’s heart was pounding, and she suddenly understood why Shen Cunyi had to go home.
There was a rooster crowing outside, Zeng Fu stretched lazily, "I have to be alert, I'm going to watch Mu Xingqiu fight with the Grandmaster later, I hope it won't be as boring as Zuo Liuying's fight."