Mysterious mirror hanging high

"what?"

Jing Yu's expression froze, and his fingertips unconsciously rubbed the gap in the tea bowl. The tea residue at the bottom of the bowl rose and fell with his movement.

He was only a little surprised, but he didn't feel disappointed at all. He quickly adjusted himself and asked calmly, "When did it happen?"

"I estimate it's been nearly a hundred years." The old tea seller said:

"The Liang State's Taizu was a powerful minister of the Zhao State. The last ruler of the Zhao State abdicated to the Liang Taizu, but he did a great job in preventing the capital of Liang from being plunged into war."

"Have you ever heard that a knight-errant named Zhao Yuanchen visited this place over a hundred years ago?"

"Sir, you are joking."

The old tea seller shook his head and said, "How could I know about something that happened over a hundred years ago? I've never heard of Zhao Yuanchen..."

Jing Yu was silent for a moment. The reason he asked this was that he felt that Zhao Yuanchen was at least a first-level body cultivator, and his combat power was comparable to that of a martial arts master. He was also accompanied by a [Spiritual Golden Lion Ape] whose cultivation was constantly increasing and would eventually have the combat power of a late stage of Qi training when he reached adulthood. He should not be unknown.

But since the old tea seller did not know this person, either Zhao Yuanchen was indifferent and did not rely on the power of his spiritual pet to make such a big name, or he did not return to Zhao State at all, but traveled somewhere else.

After asking the old man a few more questions, Jing Yu stood up and left. Before leaving, he snapped his fingers again. The originally dazed tea seller suddenly started to wake up and regained consciousness. He looked at the silver ingot left on the tea stall and kept scratching his head.

Jing Yuxin walked through the streets of Liangdu and unknowingly arrived at the gate of the palace that once belonged to him.

This palace courtyard has been renovated several times and looks very different from the outside. Jing Yu entered the palace quietly and arrived at the backyard in a few steps. He found that there was a ginkgo tree more than ten feet tall. It was planted by Jing Yu in the palace. His mother Li Anruo's ashes were buried under this tree. Unexpectedly, after two hundred years, it has grown into such a towering tree.

"You're lucky. You've weathered two hundred years of wind and rain, yet you've managed to stand tall." Jing Yu murmured to himself, looking at the dense crown of the ginkgo tree in front of him.

"I'll give you a chance."

Suddenly, he flipped his hand and took out several sets of ready-made battle flags from his storage bag. He turned these flags into streams of light and sank into the ground.

Jing Yu set up three formations around the ginkgo tree, namely...

[Spirit Awakening Formation] has the effect of nourishing divine thoughts, inspiring spiritual wisdom, and enabling the essence of plants and trees to develop self-awareness.

[Spirit Shield Formation], a spirit shield rises around the range of the formation to prevent disasters such as fire, thunder, metal and stone.

[Spirit Gathering Array] thickens the spiritual energy of the land, allowing the spiritual energy to penetrate the ginkgo tree on its own, thereby slowly improving the basic quality of the ginkgo tree's roots.

Then he placed spirit stones at the centers of several formations, enough to sustain them for decades, and then he chuckled and said:

"Whether you can develop spiritual intelligence and become the essence of plants and trees depends on your luck."

After doing all this, Jing Yu left the palace and wandered around Liangdu for more than an hour, quietly observing the common people running back and forth on the streets. However, he found that there was no trace of the former Zhao State, and even the accents were slightly different. He felt bored and was about to leave when his expression suddenly moved and his eyes focused on a child on the street.

The child was about eleven or twelve years old, dressed as a beggar, and was dirty, but it couldn't hide his handsome face.

His eyesight seemed to be a little poor. Although he was not completely blind, his eyes were cloudy and his pupils were covered with spider-web-like gray film. He could only walk slowly on the road with the help of a wooden stick wrapped with layers of rags.

Another important reason why he had to use a crutch was that the child's left foot seemed to be lame, and he walked with a limp. His ankle was tied randomly with strips of cloth torn from beggar's pants. The exposed part showed that the joints were deformed, and a thick layer of calluses could be vaguely seen on the bulges.

"This child..."

Jing Yu frowned. Although this place was the capital of a country and could be considered the best place, there were still refugees and beggars. Jing Yu had seen many beggars who were worse off than this child when he was in Zhaodu two hundred years ago, but the man in front of him gave him an inexplicable sense of familiarity. Both his facial features and his expression and temperament gave him a sense of déjà vu, as if he was a mixture of several people.

"Could it be the descendant of an old friend?"

Jing Yu pondered over it, thinking to himself, "Could it be that he is a descendant of the Zhao State, reduced to a beggar?"

"Blind cripple!"

A tall boy about thirteen or fourteen years old, slightly older than the little beggar, was standing on the roadside. He threw several stones at the blind and lame little beggar, hitting him so hard that his head was bleeding.

The little beggar wiped the blood from his forehead, walked around the tall boy without saying a word, and limped into an alley.

The young man who threw the stone was dressed in luxurious clothes and was followed by a strong servant. It was obvious that he was either rich or noble and was not easy to mess with. No wonder the little beggar had no choice but to avoid him.

"The young master of Minister Li's family is bullying beggars on the street again..."

"Hey, keep your voice down..."

The young man in fancy clothes looked at the little beggar who was fleeing in panic, put his hands on his hips and laughed. When he saw the little beggar slip into a small alley, he licked his lips with satisfaction, took a whistle stick from the strong servant behind him, and chased after him.

The servant seemed to be used to it and did not follow the boy into the alley. Instead, he stood outside the alley, blocking the only exit of this dead end.

Jing Yu watched this scene with great interest but did not try to stop it.

Because his divine consciousness covered the area within a radius of ten miles, all the details were clearly visible. The blind and lame little beggar was not as weak and vulnerable as he seemed. He was lying in the dark corner of the alley, looking fiercely at the young man in fancy clothes who rushed into the alley.

"Little blind lame man, where are you hiding?" The young man in fancy clothes rushed into the alley with a whistle stick in his hand, unaware that the little beggar in the dark was slowly approaching him.

When the young man in fancy clothes saw the little beggar jumping out, he found that the rag wrapped around the crutch in the little beggar's hand had been torn off.

It turned out that the crutch was not a crutch, but a wooden sword wrapped in rags.

whoosh-

A black light flashed, and a string of blood spurted out from the wrist of the young man in gorgeous clothes. He was in pain and the whistle stick fell out of his hand. Before he could react, several more black lights fell. The little beggar instantly used a very exquisite sword technique, and hit the young man in gorgeous clothes' chest, lower abdomen, and mouth with the blade of the wooden sword several times. The young man in gorgeous clothes was immediately beaten with blood in his mouth, and he made an indistinct whimper, and was unable to speak for help for a while.