Story of Longevity

"The Longevity Kind Story (

"Bird, bird, look at this prosperous world, don't you want to chant a poem?"

In a teahouse of the wealthy class in Chaoge City, another star carved bored by the window, watching the bustling and glorious city view on the sunny street below, teasing the birds to talk to themselves.

However, the big little kingfisher in front of him obviously cannot be his object of expressing his leisure, because she is just a bird now.

"Poem? What is [Poem]?"

And I don’t know what poetry is.

"Poetry is just a form of written expression to show off one's literary talent, that is, a means of pretending to be 13... Forget it, these are not important." Xingke waved his hand, not intending to explain so much.

The officers and soldiers patrolling the street showed signs of panic from the very beginning, as if they had received a unified dispatch. They drew their troops to the direction of the stairs. Of course, the reason need not be said. Someone cleared the bottom level like playing a game. And the middle level is about to break through to the high level, and the city defense soldiers will naturally become nervous.

But what they want to catch are two unnamed masters who can't show their identity and family crest. What does it have to do with Xing Ke, a young master who bears the proof of Li Jiayin's double pedigree?

"By the way, do you know what I plan to do next?"

"I don't know, and I don't want to know." Ms. Jingwei seems to really want to be a bird, and she is indifferent to where Xingke takes her or what she does:

"I am a stranger to this world, and I don't belong here. So no matter how much you do to this world, it has nothing to do with me for the time being."

"Why are you doing this must be an excessive thing, hello." Xingke smiled and shook his head: "But you are right. You don't belong to this world for the time being. I feel deeply about this."

Jingwei was sealed for thirty thousand years. Although the human race had a longer life span because everyone had practiced, it had already experienced several cycles of civilization for thirty thousand years.

But she does not belong to this world so much as she does not belong to this era. Xing Ke Zengjin often did not pay attention for a time, did not go out for a long time, and then suddenly saw the sky again, only to suddenly discover that human society had developed into something he did not recognize.

That feeling is comparable to that of a novel that hasn't been updated for a long time. When the corpse was suddenly written, most of the previous plot has been forgotten - it takes a long time to get back the feeling.

"Do you have deep feelings? Don't you live at ease in this era?" Jingwei was very disdainful of Xingke's attitude that he understood everything. She didn't know whether Xingke really understood or pretended to understand, anyway, Xingke's attitude made her very unhappy.

"Ha, I'm just used to it. I'm used to waking up and facing a whole new world-isn't it romantic?"

Romantic ghost...

Although it is indeed very refreshing to wake up and the enemy is almost dead, but some other favorite people have also disappeared without a trace. This feeling of loneliness cannot be summed up in one or two sentences.

Jing Wei complained, but she would not say such words to Xingke.

The mutual help contract between her and Xingke has long since ended. The reason why she still follows Xingke for a large part is because she has nowhere to go, and after thinking about it, she followed Xingke with the flow.

While being fed and controlled by Xingke (raising), she is also slowly adapting to this era, after all, she just doesn't belong to this world temporarily.

But to say how good her relationship with Xingke is...that's really not enough. In addition to Xing Ke taking the initiative to speak to her, she would rather be an ordinary bird.

But Xing Mo's bird-playing behavior from time to time made her feel very annoying.

"Bird, bird, was there a market for people to buy and sell in your prehistoric times 30,000 years ago?"

"...Sigh." Jing Wei replied helplessly, in line with his current identity under the fence:

"Of course there is, and isn't that taken for granted?

If there is no market for servants to buy and sell, wouldn't it be difficult for those in need to obtain the spoils obtained after conquering other tribes?

Although our market circulation at that time was not as prosperous as it is now, it is still your ancestors of civilization, and there are still markets for slave trade. "

"Haha, what I said, you are indeed civilized enough." Xingke said he couldn't deny it.

The era of Miss Jingwei dare to be called the prehistoric period. It sounds tall and tall, but in fact, the human race has no place at all in the era of mythical creatures. The Emperor Yan, Emperor Huang and so on, at best, let people enter the unified era of large tribes amalgamation, plundering and oppressing small tribes.

Naturally, people at that time went to other tribes to fight when they felt that no one was working, and grabbed a few strong men back to farm. They would never wronged their relatives and children to work harder.

Therefore, the family-style emotional bond in this land has been cultivated since that time.

Because of this, Jingwei followed Xingqi along the way to see the family and class oppression in Chaoge City, but it was commonplace-of course not to treat the weak as humans, and the human race that had nothing to do with him should be no different from domestic animals.

"What about the demon race? What did you think of those demon races who cultivated human form with the delicacies of mountains and seas and plants and trees?" Xing Ke continued to ask.

"Yaozu? Yaozu..." Jing Wei hesitated a little this time, but then she dispelled her worries. After all, there was nothing to hide:

"At that time, we didn't have the concept of Yaozu at all. The term [Yaozu] was a very new term for me."

"Oh? How do you say this? Is it possible that all the treasures of mountains and seas have been cultivated for nearly 30,000 years?" Xingke took a sip from his teacup and listened to the story with interest.

"No, it's not." Jingwei seems to be organizing vocabulary, thinking about how to explain: "At that time, we had a lot of human-shaped cultivators, but no one divided them into monster races at that time."

"Oh? That's the case, that is to say, the number is small, don't you even deserve the race name?" Xingkehao asked.

"It's not...there's a lot of them, but we didn't specifically divide them.

At least in our Lianshan tribe (Note 1), the human race and the so-called monster race in your mouth live together very harmoniously. The number has not been counted, but at least one third. Jing Wei waved his wings, changed his posture and organized his language, trying to explain:

"But you see, while those plants and beasts are enlightening their minds and cultivating human form, there are many other human races like me who cultivate into other flying birds, beasts, and even the form of plants and trees? What is the difference between us and the monster race?"

"Oh-that's the case." Xingke exaggeratedly showed a sudden realization: "It turns out that there are many people who practiced like you tens of thousands of years ago to be like a bird."

"...I always feel that you have bad intentions, but forget it, what you said is the truth." Jing Wei glanced at Xingke with disdain, and then said:

"Just like this, our time did not advocate our own race as we do now, and exclude other races. Even the term [human race] is not very popular."

"But adding swords to the people of other tribes, is it driven by slavery?" Xingke laughed.

"...Yes, although this may seem unreasonable to you, it is the norm in our time." Jing Wei ignored Xingqi's irony and continued:

"At that time, people could become birds and beasts through cultivation, so they could gain some specialties that human forms did not possess. Birds and beasts could also cultivate human forms to obtain the intelligence and understanding that belonged to the human race. There was no essential difference between the two. Intermarriage and birth of new races are not uncommon."

"The Great Emperor Beifeng is mighty. It turns out that you are returning to the basics and seeing the true nature of the world." Xing Ke couldn't help sighing.

"what are you saying?"

"It's nothing, please don't care, please continue."

Jingwei is always interrupted by Star Carving, and there is nothing to say. Just felt it and said:

"Although I don’t know how the world has become the way it is now, or why the fairy gods who have lived from ancient times to the present have not interfered with this~www.ltnovel.com~ but there is one thing about us. The traces of the times have always been there."

"Such as enslaving your own clan?"

"More than that, there are also totems of your Xuanyuan clan." Jing Wei was a little confused in his words at this time:

"Nowadays, the human race seems to be generally hostile to the monster race, proud of their racial bloodlines, and seems to be very disdainful of cultivating forms outside of the human form-but isn't the totem of your Shangtang Dynasty still the black bird?

Based on this, the royal family of your dynasty can guarantee that they have no blood relationship with that mysterious bird? "

Of course I can't guarantee it. Xing Ke speculated maliciously. Shouldn’t the Chinese people worship their ancestors? If the totem is a black bird, it will look incredible.

But if the so-called ancestor was a bird, it would be no surprise.

After figuring this out, Xingke felt even more confused by the deceiving behavior of the human race again-in a dynasty where the ancestors of the royal family were Xuanniao, almost everyone was hostile and repellent to the monster race, but at the same time they followed the royal family. Worship the Xuanniao, and treat the princes and nobles as if they were masters--isn’t this confusing enough?

In this regard, Xingqi decided not to think too much.

"By the way, what were we talking about at the beginning?"

"..." Jing Wei didn't want to speak.

"By the way, I asked you if there was a slave market in your era." Xingke seemed to remember something, put down the tea cup in his hand, stood up and laughed:

"Little Kingfisher, we are going to participate in an auction next. The finale of the auction is a slave Li, and she is also the prince of the dragon clan, very beautiful..."

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(Note 1: The tribe headed by Yandi Shennong is also called: Lianshan Tribe, Lieshan Tribe, etc.)