Starting from the Valkyrie, pushing across the ages

Chapter 119 Ask
The night is getting darker.

The skyscrapers on the street are soaring into the sky, and the lights are brilliant, like bright gems, exuding a charming light.

It was almost nine o'clock, and the street was still full of traffic, and the traffic jam was so congested that it took less than one traffic light in 10 minutes.

In the past, Song Lingjia would have been somewhat irritable if she encountered such a road condition, but at this moment, she no longer has such thoughts.

Lifespan...

Thinking of what Shen Qing said just now, Song Lingjia subconsciously clenched the steering wheel in his hands, his expression unavoidably a little sad.

Some of Shen Qing's words are indeed correct, she is not a person of cultivation, she will not live for a long time, and she cannot even be young for a long time.

It will not take decades, only ten or twenty years later, her skin will start to loosen, and all functions of the body will gradually begin to fail. Now the smooth and elastic skin, no matter how much energy is spent on maintenance, it is difficult to maintain it. More than twenty years later.

Just like a flower in full bloom, it will eventually wither as time goes by.

After realizing this, Song Lingjia suddenly felt some fear. When she thought of the scene where her hair was covered with gray hair and her face was covered with wrinkles, she would feel great resistance in her heart.

She is far less open-minded than she is on the surface. Few people can resist the temptation of eternal youth.

practice road...

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It wasn't until more than an hour later that Song Lingjia sent Shen Qing home. She seemed very preoccupied, and left without even getting out of the car to drink a sip of water.

Shen Qing didn't notice Song Lingjia's abnormality, she was still brewing some psychological preparations in her mind.

The decision she makes now will affect the life and death of many people, so she needs to judge carefully.

But if she makes a judgment, she won't have any hesitation.

In the living room, Zhao Yu, who had just finished exercising, was stretching on the cushion, her face was flushed, her breathing was a little short, and the sweat on her forehead gleamed faintly under the light.

In order to inject medicine to awaken the blood, the boys and girls who are about to turn [-] will make some preparations to adjust their physical condition to the best.

The state of the person with blood will greatly affect the chance of awakening.

During these six months, Zhao Yu can't stay up late, can't drink too much, let alone overeat, and must strictly control his daily diet.

The Department of Psionics will issue a specially prepared recipe and a monthly meal allowance of 3000 yuan. This is for people from poor families, and it is undoubtedly very comprehensive.

There are a lot of school-age children every year. This is a huge financial expenditure. Although there is plenty of money, no one dares to stretch their claws on this expenditure. This is the foundation of the country.

"Miss Qing, you're back."

Zhao Yu said hello, weakly.

Shen Qing responded, took off her shoes and stepped on the cushion, held Zhao Yu's toes, and injected a bit of spiritual energy to help her relieve the soreness of her muscles.

The effect of the spiritual energy was immediate, and the air filled all the limbs, and soon Zhao Yu was comfortable all over, lying limply on Shen Qing's lapped legs, squinting his eyes in satisfaction:
"Sister Qing, it seems that you have class tomorrow morning, are you going?"

Shen Qing pondered for a moment, then nodded:

"Will go."

She hasn't been to Yunhai University for half a month. In the late summer, she only knows so much history. There are some inside stories, but she can't go into details.

Those things that are not secret, she has been talking about it over and over again in the past few months, and she is already a little tired, and the last class tomorrow is the end.

In the next time, she will try her best to adjust her state and prepare for the changes of the sundial, and she will not have so much time for class.

It is still unknown where the sundial will take her next time,

"Sister Qing, in your eyes, what kind of person is the Empress of the New Dynasty?"

Hearing this, Shen Qing lowered her eyes and combed Zhao Yu's messy long hair with her fingertips. After a long silence, she spoke:
"A helpless child being held hostage, that's all."

During the time when Zhao Yu sat on the throne, the pressure she endured had already exceeded her tolerance limit. All of this was caused by her alone.

She oversimplifies everything, thinking that things will inevitably develop in the direction she expected, but it is far from it.

Things in the world always backfire.

Hearing this, Zhao Yu was taken aback, and just as he sat up to ask questions, there was a ringing of the doorbell.

Ding-dong-

Zhao Yu got up and trotted to open the door. Standing outside the door was Feng Muyu holding a file bag. He was dressed in a black formal suit, showing a strong and strong physique. His hair was combed meticulously. False smile, deadpan.

Feng Muyu's movements were fast, and his efficiency was as high as ever.

When Shen Qing stepped into the house, Feng Muyu's car stopped downstairs.

After seeing who was coming, Shen Qing got up and walked to the entrance.

"Miss Shen, here is the information you want."

Feng Muyu bowed and offered the file bag with both hands, his attitude was much more respectful than before.

Apparently Ye Lifeng came to see Shen Qing in person, which shocked him quite a bit. The usual fake smiles did not appear again, but his expression was serious.

"Thank you."

Shen Qing thought for a while, then took out a high-grade spirit stone from the spirit ring, and handed it to Feng Muyu.

Feng Muyu's heart was shocked, and he couldn't help but be shocked by Shen Qing's generous handwriting. A piece of high-grade spirit stone, converted into more than ten thousand low-grade spirit stones, is of unimaginable value in this era, almost the most precious consumable. It cannot be regenerated at all, and one piece is used less.

Even Zhen Guo needs to save money, which is undoubtedly a great gift.

"Take it, otherwise I won't be able to ask you for help in the future."

Without waiting for Feng Muyu to refuse, Shen Qing directly said the words to death, and then threw the spirit stone in his hand.

Feng Muyu took it in a hurry, momentarily stunned.

boom--

It wasn't until the door was closed tightly again that Feng Muyu came back to his senses, and went downstairs a little out of control.

In the living room, Shen Qing sent Zhao Yu to sleep, sat on the sofa and opened the documents. This kind of detailed information was transmitted on paper, and there were too many loopholes in the security system on the network, which could easily lead to information leakage.

Flipping through these materials page by page, Shen Qing gradually got an idea.

Few of the top wealthy families are clean, so is the Yang family, but they are much cleaner than Shen Qing expected.

Except for some fights between forces, there are no other outrageous actions, and now the main business is only transnational trade.

Yang Xiaozu's father died in the midst of power turmoil and was assassinated. He has been dead for almost 20 years.

Yang Xiaozu started to get in touch with the family business when he was ten years old. He is not only intelligent, but also very talented in practice.

Based on this information alone, Shen Qing has not yet found a reason to attack the Yang family.

After a long while, Shen Qing dropped the documents in his hands, leaned on the sofa, and gently rubbed the space between his eyebrows.

Forget it, after all, it happened more than 2000 years ago, and it is meaningless to care about it in this life.

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The next morning.

The sun shines in the room through the gaps in the curtains, casting dappled shadows.

The ear-piercing alarm sounded, and Zhao Yumo pouted his buttocks slowly, his body wanted to get up, but his head was still sealed by the pillow.

The alarm bell rang three times, Zhao Yu just half-opened his eyes, stretched out his hand silently, touched the bed beside him, it was no accident, it was completely cold.

Zhao Yu got up and pulled the curtains, opened the window, suddenly, a gust of cold wind blew in from outside the window, she couldn't help shivering, but most of the drowsiness was gone.

Winter is one step closer.

Zhao Yu walked into the living room, glanced at the balcony, and was a little surprised that he didn't see Shen Qing's figure. When he turned around again, he saw Shen Qing walking out of the bathroom.

She was already dressed neatly, and the slim and tailored suit perfectly showed her body curves. In order to fit the season and not look so obtrusive, Shen Qing also put on a layer of warm black silk, and she stepped on a pair of simple silver-gray high-heeled shoes.

The face without makeup was still as delicate as ever, and the gold-rimmed glasses added a different allure, which made Zhao Yu stunned for a moment:

"Sister Qing, you seem to be getting better and better..."

"Hurry up, it's morning class today."

Shen Qing glanced at the time and casually urged.

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Because Zhao Yu scribbled on the ink for a while, in the end, the two got stuck and entered the classroom one after the other.

The lecture theater was already full of people, with nearly [-] seats, almost all seats were filled.

The composition of these people is quite complicated. There are professors and teachers who are auditing, and some so-called freelance writers on the Internet. A male college student who fantasizes about a teacher-student relationship.

Even just looking at it is eye-catching.

Shen Qing glanced at the classroom, his eyes suddenly focused, and stopped at the end of the lecture hall, where a man wearing a mask was sitting upright.

Seeing this person, Shen Qing couldn't help squinting her eyes, she didn't understand why Yang Xiaozu came here to listen to her class.

Stared at by Shen Qing, Yang Xiaozu couldn't help but break out in cold sweat. His mental pressure at the moment is beyond words, but he must come today.

Shen Qing just glanced at him and didn't say much. She had already made up her mind about the Yang family's attitude last night.

As long as there is no more sick person in the Yang family, she will not do anything to them, if Yang Xiaozu wants to hear it, then let him do it.

In today's class, Shen Qing originally just went through the history of Daxia in general, and it was regarded as an end to her short teaching career.

But after seeing Yang Xiaozu, she changed her mind and focused on two secrets that were not recorded in history.

One is that as early as 5000 years ago, Daxia already knew the existence of the blood of the gods, and the original intention of establishing the Daxia God Hunting Division was to catch gods.

The second is the burial place of Yang Zongxian, the subjugated emperor of Great Xia, after he was killed.

This has always been an unsolved mystery through the ages.

Hearing this passage, Yang Xiaozu who was sitting in the back row couldn't help standing up.

The royal mausoleum of Great Xia had already been dug out during years of war, and now Shen Qing told him the burial place of his ancestors, which is undoubtedly an indescribable kindness to him.

Where Yang Zongxian was buried, only Shen Qing knew in this world, and she also learned from the diary left by Zhao Yu.

Back then, she took Yang Zongxian's head to pay homage to the Shen family. Afterwards, the head was sent to guard the mausoleum and buried it aside. Thinking that it would be the emperor after all, she even gave it a wooden body.

Later, Zhao Yu relocated the tombs of the entire Shen family, leaving only the solitary tomb of Yang Zongxian.

Shen Qing just mentioned a coordinate in general. Now that more than [-] years have passed, the landscape has changed, but with the means of a practitioner, it is not difficult to find Yang Zongxian's tomb.

In this world, there are not many people who really care about history. The only thing they are familiar with is the history after the new dynasty. Not many people care about what happened before.

Just like these people who are in class now, most of them are looking at Shen Qing's face, maybe there are those legs wrapped in black, maybe only those elderly professors and Yang Xiaozu will Interested in the truth of history.

"Everyone, this is the end of today's class. After that, classes will be suspended indefinitely. If there is fate, we may have a chance to meet again in the future."

After the words fell, Shen Qing walked out of the classroom slowly, regardless of the uproar in the classroom.

Someone chased him out of the classroom, but Shen Qing's figure disappeared in an instant.

In the classroom, Yang Xiaozu was also nowhere to be seen, and he left this noisy place at some point.

After half an hour.

By the side of a lake in Yunhai University, Shen Qing sat alone on a bench under the shade of a tree, looking at the sparkling lake in front of him, feeling dazed for a moment.

At the same time as she was in class, it was also the time for her to recall. Every time at this time, she would always think of Zhao Yu, and it was hard to avoid for a while.

She suddenly understood what kind of mood Zhao Yu spent the decades after she left.

A figure bowed its head and walked up to Shen Qing.

Shen Qing's gaze didn't move a bit, still staring at the lake, and said lightly: "What are you doing here?"

Yang Xiaozu hesitated slightly, his knees softened, and he knelt in front of Shen Qing: "Thank you for your willingness to tell us where your ancestors are buried."

"You don't have to thank him, there is only his head there, it is not considered a complete remains."

Shen Qing replied indifferently: "Tell me about your purpose here."

Yang Xiaozu clenched his fists tightly, took a deep breath, and said in a deep voice:
"I just want to know whether it was you who broke Da Xia's national fortune with your own hands, and... what kind of person my ancestor was."

Today's question, he asked with the determination to die. If Shen Qing really wanted to kill him, the current Yang family would be vulnerable. Instead of waiting for death, it is better to choose a more clear way of death.

"Yang Zongxi used his own blood to stain the important weapons of the Daxia Township, and then notified the monks overseas to force out all the trump cards of the Yang family. It can be said that Daxia's national fortune was broken by you, the Yang family, and has nothing to do with me. .”

"I just killed Yang Zongxian, that's all."

Shen Qing narrated in a flat tone. After nearly three thousand years, she was almost in an objective perspective to judge the two brothers.

"As the Son of Heaven, almost [-]% of the people under Yang Zongxian's rule live and work in peace and contentment. In terms of governing the world alone, he has no merit or demerit, but after all, he did it for his own selfish desires, killing too many innocent people in vain. The blood debt can only be repaid with blood, so I Behead his head and pay for the consequences."

After the words fell, Shen Qing's eyes fell, and they stopped on Yang Xiaozu who was kneeling beside him:
"Are there any other questions?"

(End of this chapter)