Shaojun riding the sea

Chapter 184 Ancestor of Feng Family
"If he is really your enemy, how will you treat him? Will you break up with him, or even kill him with your own hands?"

Pei Shixi had a smile on his lips, but there was a hint of coldness in his eyes. Although he said such shocking words, he seemed so careless.

As soon as these words came out, Shi Xuanling's expression changed and she said without thinking: "You are talking nonsense. How can Ah Yue be my enemy? I will never hurt him!"

"Whether it's nonsense or not, you'll know soon." Pei Shixi seemed to have predicted Shi Xuanling's attitude. There was still a smile on his lips: "Don't worry, little Lingdang, everything you want to know today will be given the exact answer. And we also believe that you... will also make the right choice."

There seemed to be a vague net that suddenly tightly bound Shi Xuanling, and her heart began to beat uneasily. Just as her face turned pale, a hand gently touched her shoulder.

Concubine Rou took the restless girl in her arms, shook her cold hand, and said to her considerately: "Little Lingdang, you must have many questions now, but don't worry or be afraid. We have no ill intentions. Today I just want you to know the truth.”

"the truth?"

"Yes, as you can see, everyone here today comes from Qingli Mountain and is of the same clan as you, but on the surface, everyone has a different identity."

Concubine Rou opened her red lips lightly and introduced Shi Xuanling one by one: "There are the first masters and shadow guards of the Zhenfu Division, there are big merchants who have been rooted in the imperial city for many years, and there is the Red Sleeve Tower that moves the long street. Courtesans, and even young father-in-law lurking in the palace..."

The secret room was extremely quiet for a moment, and everyone remained silent. Only Concubine Rou's soft and calm voice echoed. As she revealed the identities of everyone one by one, Shi Xuanling next to her also showed an increasingly unbelievable look in her eyes.

She glanced at the faces of men, women, old and young, all different, but with the same expression, the same indifferent but firm face, and the shock in her heart could no longer be described in words.

Concubine Rou seemed to see what she was thinking, smiled softly, and continued softly: "You are surprised, aren't you? But in fact, what you see is just the tip of the iceberg. The existence of us people is far more important than yours. The imagination is even more extensive, and it is even more pervasive. Our existence and our force are so huge and long-lasting that it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a century-old plan.”

"And the underground secret room you are in now was also built secretly by our tribe. You can think of it as a base for secret meetings and contact between the tribesmen. To put it more simply, this is our 'nest'."

"There are many more 'nests' like this in Shengdu City and even in the entire Dongmu. The reason why we gather here is actually for a common goal, or obsession, and all of this Everything started on Yunzhou Island hundreds of years ago..."

Suddenly hearing the words "Yunzhou Island", Shi Xuanling was excited and turned around to look at Concubine Rou. The look of shock in her eyes became stronger:
"Sister Aying, you said everything started on Yunzhou Island? Was it the Yunzhou Island where Ayue and I were exiled?"

"Is there a second Yunzhou Island in the world?"

The person who took over the conversation was not Concubine Rou, but Pei Shixi. He raised his eyes and stared at Shi Xuanling. The smile on his face had long since disappeared, replaced by an indescribable solemnity and sadness:
"Everything started on Yunzhou Island, just because that is our... real hometown. We are not from deep in the mountains, but were born and raised on the sea, but were forced to be displaced for hundreds of years. We have no name or surname. His identity and soul can only be lost in the Qingli Mountains."

-

There is an old picture scroll spread out on the table. A quick glance shows that it is quite old. However, the painting may have used special coloring materials. It has not faded at all over the years. The people in the painting are still lifelike and fresh. Extremely alive.

"This painting is hundreds of years old. Do you know who the four people in this painting are?"

Pei Shixi stood with his hands behind his back, guiding Shi Xuanling to look at the scroll on the table. Everyone around him said nothing, but their eyes fell silently on the person in the portrait.

If Yue Wujiu were present at this moment, he would have recognized the painting on the table at a glance, because it was exactly the mural he accidentally discovered in the underground palace on Yunzhou Island!
To be precise, the mural was exactly the same as the scroll on the table. Above the scroll, I saw a bright moon hanging in the sky, and the night was bright. Four young men were sitting on the roof together, looking up at the bright fireworks in the sky, their clothes flying, looking unrestrained and uninhibited, so happy.

And these four people all wore masks, without revealing their true faces. The masks were unique in shape, exquisite and elegant, covering the upper half of their faces, leaving only the corners of their smiling lips exposed.

"Dragon, tiger, deer, and... phoenix?"

Shi Xuanling stared at the scroll carefully and murmured unconsciously.

That's right, there are four young men in the painting. One of them is wearing a golden flying dragon mask, one is wearing a majestic white tiger mask, one is wearing a gentle and peaceful divine deer mask, and the last one has an outline on the mask. Holding a phoenix soaring in the nine heavens.

"The four people in the painting are all wearing masks, and there are fireworks in the sky. Why does this scene look so familiar..."

While Shi Xuanling was muttering to himself, a sudden idea flashed in his mind, and he blurted out: "I remembered, it's Muhua Festival, this is Muhua Festival on Yunzhou Island!"

Yes, she went to Yuncheng to treat Mrs. Wan at that time, and it happened to coincide with the annual Muhua Festival. Everyone on the street wore masks and set off lanterns together, and it was very lively.

At that time, she personally selected a unique lynx mask for A Yue, and used a paintbrush to paint the entire body of the lynx gray, and added a frowning expression, which looked funny and interesting.

She chose an exquisite crane mask for herself, a koi mask for Little Shark, and her master, Mrs. Wan. She hoped that she would no longer be trapped in a cage and suffer, and could be happy for the rest of her life, so she chose something for her. A bright red fox mask.

What a wonderful time it was, it seems like it was just yesterday.

Mu Shaohua, united as one, wore masks and put out lanterns, just like the four people in this scroll, enjoying the moonlight and celebrating the festival together.

Shi Xuanling seemed to be able to smell the faint fragrance of flowers in the night wind. She sniffed, pulled her mind back, and continued to look down at the four people on the scroll.

In addition to all wearing exquisite masks, the four of them were also gorgeously dressed and wore jade at their waists. Although most of their faces were covered by the masks, it could not hide their pride and nobility.

The night wind fluttered their clothes, and the four of them all had a high-spirited, lofty ambition, and a temperament that could capture the stars and the moon. It was immediately apparent that they were of distinguished status and that they were not ordinary people.

On the scroll, the most prominent one is the man wearing a phoenix mask, because he is holding a bamboo flute in his hand, and fireworks are blooming above his head. His graceful figure is playing the flute leisurely under the moon, just like an immortal. .

For some reason, Shi Xuanling was fascinated by the "immortal under the moon" for a moment. She couldn't look away for a long time, until Pei Shixi's voice faintly sounded in her ears -

"You are also attracted by the phoenix soaring under the moon, right? The flute player wearing the phoenix mask, his name is Feng Qiyun, he was the high priest of Yunzhou Island hundreds of years ago, and he was also our Ancestor of the Feng family.”

When he heard the last four words, Shi Xuanling's heart skipped a beat, and he looked up at Pei Shixi in disbelief. He also stared into her eyes, solemnly and seriously, saying word for word:
"We are all from the Feng clan, and we are all descendants of Feng Qiyun. The so-called 'die clan' is just a layer of identity concealment for us to remain anonymous and hide in the Qingli Mountains."

"And the other three people in this painting must be familiar to you, because you are also closely involved with their descendants. Their surnames are Yue, Kuang, and Zhongli."