[Comprehensive] Young man, you look delicious

The patriarch did not wear the thick white fur today, but a pure white gauze.

She straightened her clothes with a graceful demeanor, as if she wasn't the one who messed with Xin Siniang just now.

Xin Siniang hooked a round stool to sit down, and said calmly, "Speak."

Patriarch: "..."

Patriarch: "...I haven't committed a crime, why are you acting like you want to extract a confession?"

The patriarch muttered dissatisfiedly, and then said slowly, "Have you ever heard of Shang Yang's prophecy?"

Xin Siniang frowned, "What kind of sheep is a Shang sheep? Can it be eaten?"

Patriarch: "..."

The patriarch spat at her, "Eat, eat, eat, you know how to eat. What I'm saying now has something to do with that little Tusu of your family. If you don't listen now, if you want to hear it later, I won't say it."

Xin Siniang heard that it was related to Baili Tusu, so she couldn't help but get serious, thought about it seriously, and asked uncertainly, "Shangyang...ah, is that the rain god Shangyang?"

The patriarch nodded, "It's him."

Xin Siniang shook her head, "I never paid attention to him. What did he prophesy?"

Xin Siniang had never seen Shang Yang before.

She only knew that he lived in the Rain Master Hall in the heaven and was the god of rain.

Rumor has it that his eyes cannot see things in the present world, but he can predict future events in his dreams, so occasionally prophecies spread among the six realms.

But Xin Siniang has always been not interested in that kind of thing, so when the patriarch mentioned Shang Yang, she didn't react for a while.

The patriarch tapped the edge of the bed with his fingers, and said slowly: "He once predicted that Xiangyuan would reappear in thousands of years. After calculation, it should be within these few decades."

Seeing that Xin Siniang was about to speak, she snapped: "Don't ask Xiangyuan what kind of Yuanzi can be eaten. He and Fu Yuanzi are not of the same kind, so they can't be eaten."

Xin Siniang: "..."

Xin Siniang: "I've heard of Xiangyuan."

Xiangyuan is Chi You's younger brother. He is said to be physically weak and has a low self-esteem and sensitivity, but he is very talented in swordsmithing and was a great swordsmith at that time.

Later, he visited all over the world, forged the ancestor sword Duansheng, and died for the sword, becoming the sword spirit of Duansheng.

As the first sword in the world, the ancestor sword is naturally powerful.

With Duansheng, Chiyou was invincible, killing all directions, no one dared to stop him, and even hurt the emperor Fuxi.

Fuxi was furious, slaughtered Anyi, grabbed his sword and left.

However, the Anyi people headed by Chi You turned into demons and gradually became stronger. Up to now, they are able to compete with the heavens.

Xin Siniang was puzzled, "I heard that the ancestor sword was sealed somewhere in the heaven after Fuxi took it away, and Xiangyuan, as a sword spirit, fell into a deep sleep and never woke up again. But, he can't wake up." What is the relationship between Xing and Tu Su?"

The patriarch raised his eyebrows and showed a charming smile, "Why are you in a hurry? The story is interesting only if you listen to it slowly."

She held her chin and said with a smile, "Are you interested in this story?"

Xin Siniang endured it, "Yes."

The patriarch raised his hand to straighten his loose long hair, and pointed to the golden hairpin she gave to Xin Siniang, "Then tie it up for me."

Xin Siniang: "..."

Xin Siniang: "...Do you want to be bald by me like Yuelao?"

The patriarch sat in front of the vanity mirror, and said shamelessly, "I don't care. Anyway, I said that it has something to do with that Baili Tusu, so you can figure it out. I only told you these things after divination about your future." .You can't hear it from other people."

Xin Siniang lowered her eyes and thought for a while, picked up the gold hairpin, walked behind the patriarch reluctantly, and muttered: "What do you always do to predict my future. Gu Yuanqing did it that time...it's the same this time."

"As the patriarch, I naturally care about the clansmen." The patriarch's slender fingers opened the dowry in front of him one by one, "You didn't believe Gu Yuanqing that time, but he set his heart on a fight and ended up guarding the desert alone. Now This time, just listen to me."

Xin Siniang picked up the comb, stroked the patriarch's head twice, put down her hand again, and asked, "What did you see?"

The patriarch picked and picked from the dowry, smiled at Xin Siniang in the bronze mirror, and said, "Didn't you never listen to these things before? You also said that you have no interest in the future."

Xin Siniang is indeed not interested in her future, but she somehow cares whether Baili Tusu is in her future.

But thinking about it carefully, she felt that she was funny.

Baili Tusu is a mortal with only a short lifespan of a few dozen years.

After entering the underworld, drinking Meng Po's soup, and then entering the path of reincarnation, he no longer remembers Xin Siniang as a demon.

In the end, her future is still only her own.

The patriarch picked up Luo Zidai to draw eyebrows for himself, and said casually, "After three years, Baili Tusu beside you has grown up too."

Xin Siniang was startled, and said vigilantly, "Why are you asking this?"

The patriarch laughed softly, seeming quite happy, "You don't have to protect him so tightly, and I won't steal him from you. But, I suddenly remembered a rumor that was popular in the fox clan a while ago."

Xin Siniang had a bad feeling, "What rumors?"

The patriarch seemed to be waiting for her to ask, and laughed, "They said you are a pedophile. This hurt your little fans, hugging and crying. Hey, I laughed so hard , In the past few years, I have counted on this joke to be happy."

Seeing Xin Siniang's complexion was not good, she said happily: "At that time, I decided to hold a banquet to celebrate. I really have never seen such a miserable banquet. Your little fans are crying, and the drum band is playing A particularly tragic piece of music was played. At that time, Nezha was ordered by the Jade Emperor to come to find me, and I kindly talked to him about science.”

Xin Siniang: "..."

Xin Siniang silently picked up the gold hairpin, put it on the patriarch's neck, and said sinisterly, "Let's start with you to exterminate the clan."

The patriarch was confident, "If you kill me, no one will tell you about your little Tusu."

Xin Siniang remained expressionless, "I can wait until you finish speaking before killing me."

Patriarch: "..."

The patriarch said, "Actually, it's nothing. Anyway, now that you're grown up, you don't have to pay too much attention to this rumor. I look good, but my life is a bit rough."

Xin Siniang opened her mouth to ask her when she met Baili Tusu, but then remembered that she could see the future, so she probably saw her at that time, so she shut her mouth and didn't say much.

The patriarch still comforted himself: "At least you two are in love, it's better than that Gu Yuanqing."

Xin Siniang didn't realize it for a moment, but after a while she remembered and retorted: "Who is in love with who?"

"You and Baili Tusu." The patriarch gave her a blank look, "Could it be me and you."

Xin Siniang dismissed it, "The little fans who are chasing me are all cuter than you, and whoever is in love with you."

Not to be outdone, the patriarch said, "Which of the little fans chasing you hasn't heard about your pedophilia."

Xin Siniang: "..."

Xin Siniang: "You are stepping on the drumbeat of death and forcing me to usurp the throne."

The patriarch immediately corrected his expression, and said following her words: "Okay, okay, there is no mutual affection. But you don't know what he thinks, what if he loves you unrequitedly? When the time comes, the child raised by himself Let me tell you, what are you going to do?"

Xin Siniang fell silent, not knowing how to respond.

Since that Qixi Festival, she didn't dare to think too deeply about the problem, for fear that she might realize something.

The patriarch sighed, and said earnestly: "They are all old foxes who have lived for more than 1000 years. What are you afraid of? The last paragraph was not smooth, but it doesn't mean that this paragraph is the same. Besides, my prophecy will pave the way for you. You just have to worry about it. Wouldn't it be better to move forward?"

Xin Siniang tied up the patriarch's hair simply and roughly, inserted the gold hairpin obliquely, pushed her head forward, and said a little irritably, "You're the one who talks too much."

Patriarch: "..."

She kindly intended to be an assist, so why was she treated so poorly?

This kind of thing still needs to be figured out by Xin Siniang.

The patriarch knew that she had a heart-to-heart, so he didn't say any more, raised his hand to support Fu Jinchai, and said the business slowly, "Do you know how Longyuan's Seven Fierce Swords were forged?"

Xin Siniang tilted her head, and tried to answer based on her impressions, "Find the material and knock it, burn it, and soak it in cold water for a few more times."

Patriarch: "..."

Patriarch: "Isn't there a master swordsmith in Tianyong City? Why haven't you learned half of it?"

Xin Siniang waved her hand, "He has an apprentice who knows how to cook, so he can't do it yet."

Patriarch: "..."

It seems to make sense.

The patriarch recalled what he just said, and continued: "The sword body of the Longyuan Fierce Sword itself cannot be said to be very powerful. The powerful and fierce aura comes from the power of the soul drawn out by the blood-smeared formation."

She paused, and continued: "It's like the prince Changqin back then, who lost his soul due to the blood-smeared formation, and became the present Fenji Sword Spirit."

Xin Siniang frowned when she heard this, "What's the origin of this blood-smeared array? How did it come about?"

"I heard that this blood-smeared formation was created by the swordsmith Xiang Yuan. Although it has been inherited by later generations, it does not have the essence."

The patriarch turned around and stared straight at Xin Siniang with a pair of beautiful eyes, "What I want to tell you is what happens to the souls who have gone through the bloody formation."

Seeing her seriousness, Xin Siniang subconsciously replied, "What's the end?"

The patriarch paused and said: "It will turn into a wild soul and dissipate in this world."

Xin Siniang froze for a moment, then suddenly opened her eyes wide, "You mean, Tu Su..."

Baili Tusu's body is sealed with the Fenji Sword Spirit. Although this is her speculation, it should be the same.

The patriarch said lightly: "His current seal cannot be broken, otherwise he will turn into a wild soul within three days. He has escaped the path of reincarnation. Even if he dies, his soul will not be able to approach the well of reincarnation."

Xin Siniang lowered her eyes, and her slender eyelashes cast a dim light.

The patriarch changed the subject and showed a shallow smile, "But you don't have to worry too much, it's not impossible."

Xin Siniang looked up, thought for a while, and said hesitantly: "You mean, Xiangyuan?"

The patriarch rested his head on one hand, and said lazily: "The blood-smeared formation was created by him, and he should also think about the natural way to deal with it. He also has to wake up in the past few decades. Who will wake up naturally? Waking up makes no difference."

Xin Siniang realized what she meant, and replied slowly: "Where is Xiangyuan? How should I wake him up?"

"He is sealed in the depths of Yunding Tiangong. It is difficult to enter, but with your ability, it should not be a problem."

The patriarch continued slowly: "As for how to wake him up...you already have one of the things you need. As for the rest, it depends on your fate and whether you can find them all."

Xin Siniang pondered for a moment, and the bronze mirror entrusted to her by the patriarch appeared out of nowhere in her hand.

She tentatively asked, "Is it this thing?"

The patriarch was slightly surprised, then smiled and said: "I thought you had to guess for a while."

"It's not difficult to guess." Xin Siniang shook her head and replied, and then asked, "Then what is the other thing?"

The patriarch took the bronze mirror from her hand and said without raising his head: "If I knew it, I would bring it together, so why do you need to look for it. But this thing was originally a pair, and the other was stolen from the Demon Realm by someone. , is now wandering in the mortal world. I reckon that what you should be looking for is that the mirror is gone."

Xin Siniang: "..."

Is the defense of the Demon Realm okay? Why do you keep throwing things away?

Xin Siniang talked with the patriarch for a few more words, learned about the situation in detail, and then prepared to go to the Heavenly Court for a field inspection.

She took two steps, turned around, and thanked him hesitantly.

The patriarch laughed, like the warm sun in spring, with a bit of gentleness, "After all, you are also the child I watched growing up, and I always hope that you can be happy. Although Baili Tusu's life is bumpy, you and him are not the same. Those who give in easily can always overcome the obstacles."

She took Xin Siniang's hand, as kindly as an elder, "He is your beloved, and you are his home—this is the future I see."

The author has something to say: Patriarch: I stand on Su Si CP!

Tu Su: Stand quietly.

A Tao: I stand four my CP!

Si Niang: Fork it out.

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