The prince's personal bodyguard

"Okay, then Ayin, tell me about it." Dugu Feng didn't seem to be in a hurry.

"Look, these totems in front record what happened to your ancestors. These symbols record the course of these events and how they caused your short...ah, short life span."

"Oh? How do you mean?" Dugu Feng became interested.

Bai Xinyin thought: I have to tell him a mixture of truth and lies, otherwise I may not be able to scare him.

"These mysterious totems, even without looking at the symbols and words, can reveal their mysteries if you observe them carefully. If I am not mistaken, your ancestor should be a god in the wilderness, a divine bird phoenix, it is called the divine bird Nine Phoenix, and has nine majestic heads. According to legend, it once fell in love with a supreme god - the goddess of flowers. The beauty of the goddess of flowers is fascinating, and many gods are fascinated by her charm, among which the ancient divine bird Jinpeng has a particularly deep admiration for her.

Thus, a thrilling battle ensued between your ancestor Jiufeng and the Golden Peng. This battle was not only for love, but also for dignity and honor. In that fierce battle, both sides were seriously injured.

Jiufeng and Jinpeng, they are both overlords in the sky, but they are willing to sacrifice everything for the one they love. "

Bai Xinyin paused here. She was dressed in white and had a soft and sweet voice, like a fairy descending to the earth, telling the story in a leisurely manner. Dugu Feng couldn't help but be moved by her words.

"What's next?" Dugu Feng swallowed.

In a thrilling battle, the Flower God and Jin Peng joined hands to fight against the powerful Jiu Feng. Jiu Feng's power was extremely strong, but the tacit understanding and firm love between the Flower God and Jin Peng allowed them to find a way to defeat Jiu Feng.

Jiu Feng was unwilling to accept defeat, and he entangled with the Flower God and Jin Peng. Finally, after a fierce battle, the Flower God and Jin Peng successfully defeated Jiu Feng, but Jiu Feng still had a head left. This remaining head was full of resentment and unwillingness, and he vowed to take revenge, constantly absorbing people's souls, trying to restore his power and rise again.

The Flower God and Golden Peng were well aware of the danger posed by Jiu Feng, so they decided to protect the world at all costs. So the Flower God and Golden Peng jointly sealed Jiu Feng, but during the sealing, because the Flower God was slightly weaker, a wisp of Jiu Feng's soul escaped and fled from the Wilderness to Jiuzhou. In order to avoid being found by Golden Peng and the Flower God, this wisp of soul entered the body of a man named Dugu.

I don't know if it was because of the incomplete soul or the imperfect union, but the boys born from the union between the man and the woman of the Dugu family all lived past thirty. Fortunately, the people of the Dugu family were smart and brave, so they did not die out because of their short lifespan.

This is recorded in the symbols in ancient books.

However, Bai Xinyin saw that the flower god was very similar to herself, and perhaps she had some connection with him, so she decided to hide this fact from Dugu Fengjue.

So, Bai Xinyin deliberately cleared his throat, thought for a moment, and continued to embellish: "During the war, Jiufeng's vitality was severely damaged, resulting in insufficient luck. It took thousands of years of cultivation to recover his strength. To cultivate strength, one must accumulate the energy and blood of a middle-aged man for dozens of lifetimes. This led to the death of all the men in the Dugu family in their prime. In fact, they died of exhaustion while helping Jiufeng to cultivate his spirit."

"Oh? Is it really like this?" Dugu Feng looked puzzled.

"Come, take a look. This is how the symbols are recorded." Bai Xinyin handed the book to Dugu Feng and randomly turned to a page to show him.

"I don't understand, as long as Ayin can understand."

Bai Xinyin thought to himself: There's nothing I can understand. If the book hadn't been soaked by the water, I wouldn't have understood it even if I had read it for five hundred years.

"Yeah, I guess only I can understand it. The military advisor probably can't understand it either, right?" Bai Xinyin asked tentatively.

"Yes, the military advisor has been studying it for more than ten years, but still hasn't figured it out. Thanks to Ayin."

Bai Xinyin thought: That’s good.

"Have you written a method to crack it?" Dugu Feng didn't seem to be very hopeful.

"Yes! This is recorded, but it depends on whether you can do it."

The first method is to find a woman with a peony birthmark on her body and marry her. The union of the two will ignite the spark of love and solve the mystery that has troubled you for so long.

Bai Xinyin has a peony birthmark on her left shoulder, but she won't tell anyone about it. If she does, it would be sheer madness.

The other option is to follow the footsteps of the ancient artifact Kunlun Mirror. Kunlun Mirror, a mysterious existence in legend, has the power to heal everything. It is the redemption of Jiufeng's wounds, and the key to the mystery of the Dugu family's short life.

Some time ago, the Kunlun Mirror was presented to the State of Zhao by the Barbarian Country. If Dugu Feng has the ability to get it, it would be his destiny to solve the mystery.

After thinking it over, he said, "The key to unlocking the Dugu family's longevity is the Kunlun Mirror. It can heal the wound on Jiufeng's body, and thus unlock the secret of your family's short life."

"Oh." Dugu Feng fell into deep thought. After a moment, he looked at the sky and said to Bai Xinyin, "It's getting cold outside. Yin should go back to the house. It's time for dinner. When the military advisor comes, we can discuss it with him. It's a matter of hundreds of years anyway, so it's not worth it now."

Bai Xinyin nodded and followed Dugu Feng back to the hall.

In the afternoon, in the ancient tomb of Liangcheng.

Mu Yunxiao stood in the house where Bai Xinyin was originally imprisoned, with his back to the door, looking at everything in the house. There was a pair of shoes on the ground.

Mu Yunxiao has been tracking Dugu Feng's whereabouts from the grassland to the desert, and from the desert back to Liangzhou. When he got the news and rushed to the ancient tomb, he finally unlocked the mechanism, only to find that the tomb was empty.

How could this be a real tomb? It was clearly a residence that was carefully built to look like a tomb in order to conceal one's identity. It made sense. No wonder he couldn't be found at the last moment of the life-and-death battle with Dugu Feng. It turned out that he was so cunning that he hid right under his nose.

This cemetery seems to have existed for many years, and the entrance is built extremely hidden. If it weren't for this in-depth exploration, there would be no way of knowing that people can actually live here.

A cunning rabbit has three burrows, so Dugu Feng must be hiding somewhere. I sent troops to the deep grasslands and the Huns' lair in the desert, but I didn't find any trace of Dugu Feng.

Mu Yunxiao's heart seemed to be eaten by millions of ants, and his frantic emotions made him almost unable to control himself. He deeply regretted that he did not get rid of the queen earlier, which left such a big hidden danger and eventually led to A Yin's disappearance. And this regret was mixed with helplessness towards fate and resentment towards himself.

Ah Yin, where are you? Mu Yunxiao kept shouting in his heart. He had just found her, and before he could rekindle his relationship with her, she was taken away from him. Wasn't God's punishment enough for him? Why did he have to lose her again?

His thoughts gradually drifted away, recalling every little bit of his past with Ayin. Those beautiful times, like bright stars, illuminated his sad heart.

The master stood quietly by the window, his eyes confused, as if immersed in his own thoughts. Changli walked to the master quietly and reported carefully: "Master, someone from the Princess's Mansion in Kyoto has come and is waiting in the government office of Liangcheng." As he spoke, he secretly observed the master's reaction, and a trace of worry surged in his heart.

Mu Yunxiao was slightly shocked, with a barely perceptible pain on his face, but then he regained his composure. He turned around silently and said softly, "Okay, I'll go right away." His voice was so calm that it made people feel a little distressed.

He slowly walked to the bed, picked up a piece of clothing, and gently tore off a corner of the cloth. His movements were slow and gentle, and he carefully wrapped the shoes and took them out of the tomb.