I heard that the emperor had a cub

"How is it possible! You say I am your father, so who is your mother?"

Xuan Zhao was silent for a moment, then asked, "Who is my mother?"

Changqing's cough became worse, he managed to stop his coughing, and pulled the other party in a pale manner, saying: "No mother! I'm not your father either! This kind of misunderstanding must never happen, and I can't be your mother no matter what you say." Your father's!"

Xuan Zhao caught some information from his words, and asked again: "Why?"

It should have been an easy question to answer, but at this time, Changqing suddenly fell silent for some reason.

Xuanzhao felt even more suspicious: "What are you hiding from me?"

Chang Qing rubbed his temples, sighed and fell down on the back of the seat: "Your misunderstanding scares me."

The corners of Xuanzhao's mouth rose slightly, and he seemed to be in a good mood: "It's your behavior that is too suspicious."

Changqing spread his hands and said innocently: "Who would have thought that I ran over to enjoy the shade because I thought the mountain behind the Xianshu school was beautiful, so I almost had a son. Back then, I just teased you casually and accepted you as a foster son." This kind of thing should be avoided.”

He said this, and quickly informed Xuanzhao of the situation he had found from the Demon God's border in the past few days. The prince was hidden by our God Realm.

Xuan Zhao couldn't agree with this inexplicable label: "The God Realm has no reason to detain the prince of the Demon Realm, and I haven't heard anything unusual recently."

Changqing smiled and said, "Yes, so I sent them back for the time being, but I don't think they will give up."

The most urgent thing is to figure out the reason first, lest both parties fall into other people's ways.

After the two discussed it, Chang Qing finally turned around and left.

Xuan Zhao stared at his back and remained silent.

Although Chang Qing changed the topic in time, Xuan Zhao was not forgotten. After Chang Qing left, Xuan Zhao turned around and came to the cabinet in his room. Something was taken out of it.

What he held in his hand was the retrograde mirror that Changqing lent him last time. Xuanzhao used this mirror to find the truth in the maze. Until now, this mirror has not been sent back to him.

Maybe Chang Qing didn't want to talk about many things, but Xuan Zhao had to figure it out.

This object is the key to finding the truth, but Chang Qing probably never imagined that what he personally fetched for Xuan Zhao would be used on himself in the end.

Xuan Zhao took the mirror and quickly left the Hall of Stars.

During this period of time, Xuanzhao has been recuperating in his room and has hardly ever gone out. Now that he is walking outside, he feels that even the scenery outside seems a bit unfamiliar.

He followed his memory all the way to the old fairy school.

There are still many little immortals practicing here, and some of them noticed Xuan Zhao's arrival, but they couldn't recognize who he was. They just looked at him curiously and guessed his identity from his clothes.

And the old immortal who was guiding the students quickly recognized Xuan Zhao, hurried up to greet him, and shouted in a low voice: "Emperor..."

Xuan Zhao didn't want to make too much noise, so he stopped him, and only said, "Old Xin, I want to ask you something when I come back this time."

He simply asked the old fairy about the situation back then. The old fairy had been guarding this fairy school for more than a hundred thousand years, and brought batch after batch of fairy. Probably still know something.

Xuan Zhao got an answer similar to Xuan Xiao's from him, and he then asked about the gazebo in the back mountain.

Only then did he realize that after he left the fairy school, the pavilion on the back mountain was no longer there.

It's not that it's worn out because of the sun and rain, but it's suddenly, all of a sudden, gone.

It's just that there are traces of fairy arts left there, it seems that someone deliberately destroyed it, and no one else has been to the back mountain except Xuanzhao and Changqing all year round. The old fairy guessed that the pavilion should be destroyed by the true god Changqing himself. .

It is not known why he did such a thing.

Xuan Zhao got the answer he wanted, and after thanking the other party, he quickly arrived at the original pavilion in the back mountain.

As expected, the place is empty, only dead trees and barren weeds are left. For Xuanzhao, the place full of childhood memories has disappeared at this moment.

Xuan Zhao stood in the middle of the open space, holding the Suhe mirror in his hand.

Changqing once said that you can see what happened somewhere in the past through the mirror, but the longer the time you go back, the more power you will consume, so most users of this mirror will only look at things that have happened for nearly a thousand years. What happened in the future, no matter how long it took, Xianli would not be able to bear it.

But for Xuanzhao, this is not a restriction. Xuanzhao was born with surging celestial power, which is enough for him to check things that happened a long time ago.

Xuan Zhao lowered his eyes, and slowly poured the immortal power into the mirror.

What he wants to see is the memory of Changqing when he came to Houshan after he was born 5 years ago.

As the fog on the mirror dimmed and dissipated, rippling light emerged from it, finally gradually revealing the scene tens of thousands of years ago.

It is still the mountain at the back of the Xianshu School, and it is still this open space. It seems to be the same, the only difference is that there is a figure standing in this open space, and this person is undoubtedly Chang Qing.

Changqing's body looks the same as it is now. The immortal years are not endless. The stronger the immortal power is, the longer the life span will be, and the appearance will not change too much.

But even so, if Changqing's face stays forever, there are still a small number of people who have remained unchanged for hundreds of thousands of years.

It's just that although his appearance has not changed, Changqing at that time had a lot of different temperament from today.

Xuan Zhao stared at Chang Qing in the mirror. Although he couldn't say it specifically, he could still feel that the other party was much more indifferent than he is now. He seemed to be covered with a shell of isolation, stubbornly separating himself from the rest of the people. Separated, the whole body exudes the atmosphere that strangers should not enter.

This is like two completely different people from the Changqing that Xuanzhao is familiar with.

Xuan Zhao saw that Chang Qing walked in front with a blank face, and then several immortals followed, including Xuan Zhao's master Xuan Xiao.

Xuan Xiao probably wasn't Shangshen at that time, she looked a little green, and was anxiously saying something to Chang Qing.

And Changqing stood on the edge of the cliff with his hands behind his back, looked down and said suddenly: "The scenery here is nice."

Xuan Xiao came over and immediately responded: "Yes, from here you can just see the place where the children in our fairy school are practicing. It's over there..."

He spoke and pointed to the distance, Changqing didn't know if he listened carefully, but he still stood there silently, it seemed that his thoughts had drifted to the distance.

Before Xuan Xiao finished speaking, Chang Qing nodded and said, "This is it."

Xuan Xiao was stunned for a moment, then quickly asked: "What is here?"

After Changqing finished speaking, he raised his hand, and light froth emerged from his fingertips, and then the ray of light expanded, and a path was opened in this open space, among the wild grass, the sand on the ground condensed, and the air The leaves were flying, and after a while, a brand new gazebo appeared in front of them.

Xuan Xiao looked at Chang Qing in surprise: "God, you are going to be here..."

Chang Qing said: "I will stay here from then on. If possible, I hope that no one will disturb you here as much as possible. Also, there is something I would like to ask you to do."

Xuan Xiao was still in a daze. He didn't seem to understand what Chang Qing meant, so he could only make a simple voice: "Me? How can I help the True God?"

As Chang Qing said this, a wisp of light golden smoke suddenly flowed out of his sleeve.

It was indeed a wisp of light smoke, which looked light and thin, slowly flowing in the air, as if it could be blown away by a gust of wind.

But it seemed to be alive. After circling twice in the air flexibly, it returned to Chang Qing's side, rubbed his cheek affectionately, and then clung to his body and refused to move away.

Xuan Xiao looked at the wisp of smoke, and couldn't help showing a puzzled expression again. After a while, he said, "God, this is?"

From the very beginning to now, Changqing has always looked without sadness or joy, as if all the words were just to accomplish the purpose, without any desire to communicate with others, but now it is different, looking down at the wounded body When he smoked lightly, his eyes showed obvious tenderness.

He smiled a little, and then said to Xuan Xiao: "This child was born from the God Advent Altar not long ago."

The moment Xuan Xiao heard this, she still couldn't react.

His eyes wandered around for a long time, and finally he could only focus on the wisp of smoke. He asked as if he was sleepwalking: "Child? Advent altar?"

Chang Qing nodded slightly, and stretched out his fingers into the void, and the pale golden smoke climbed up along his fingertips, probing towards Xuan Xiao's direction, as if carefully trying to get close to him.

However, Xuan Xiao's movements were too big, and the wisp of golden smoke soon seemed to be frightened, so she retracted into Chang Qing's sleeve, only a small tail was exposed, as if observing Xuan Xiao from a distance.

Xuan Xiao was stunned for a moment, and then asked: "Is this wisp of smoke really... from the God Advent Stage? A natural god?"

Changqing nodded again: "Not bad."

He said a few words to Qingyan in his sleeve with a gentle demeanor, and Qingyan was finally coaxed out like a reluctant child, and Chang Qing continued: "This child still only has instincts, not a clear understanding. However, it will take only a hundred years for him to cultivate human form, so I would like to ask you to do me a favor. After this child is cultivated, I hope you can take care of him and bring him to the fairy school. Teach him spells and help him practice."

Xuan Xiao hesitated and said, "This..."

Before he finished speaking, Changqing said again: "Also, don't tell him, I gave him to you."

When Xuan Xiao heard this, she was even more confused: "Why is the true god? Since the true god is so worried about this child, why didn't he raise him himself?"

Hearing what he said, Chang Qing was silent for a moment before saying: "I can't raise him up, and I don't need to get close to him, as long as I watch him grow up safely from a distance, that's enough."

At the end of the picture in the mirror, Chang Qing said to Xuan Xiao: "I will trouble you from now on."

"..."

At the end of the backtracking, there is only a fog left in the mirror.

And Xuan Zhao still stared at the mirror with his head down, but he didn't raise his head for a long time.

Although he has no memory of what happened before he cultivated a human form, even so, looking at the scene in the mirror, Xuan Zhao can easily recognize that the light smoke is himself.

This is what happened 6 years ago.

6 years ago, Changqing personally handed over his unformed self to God Xuanxiao.