N-A-A Chapter 1932 Who Was Wounded?
Chapter 1932 Who Was Wounded?
Lu Zhaoling and Zhou Shiyue first went to Huaiyuan.
Because Yin Changxing and the others are all in Huaiyuan.
When Lu Zhaoling saw her master and the others, she took out the broken half of the arrow and put it on the table for them to see.
As for what happened back then, she hasn't told anyone yet.
"Where did this broken arrow come from?" Yin Changxing asked.
"Master, did you see something?" Lu Zhaoling asked immediately.
"Can't you tell?" Yin Changxing asked her in return.
"I can see it now, this arrow has a bit of purple aura, but this purple aura doesn't seem to be the purple aura of the Imperial Star."
Yin Changxing paused for a moment, looked at her, and his eyes were somewhat ambiguous.
Is this all you saw?
This time, Lu Zhaoling was stunned.
"What else?"
She looked at the half-arrow again; apart from a little purple aura, it was just rust, and she couldn't see anything else.
But at this moment, Weng Songzhi suddenly closed his eyes, let out a muffled groan, and then covered his eyes with his hands, looking very uncomfortable.
Everyone was startled.
"Uncle-Master, what's wrong?"
Weng Songzhi covered his eyes with one hand and waved with the other to indicate that they didn't need to worry.
"It's okay, you'll be fine after a while."
He covered his eyes and rested for a while, without opening them.
Looking at him, Lu Zhaoling asked, "Uncle-Master, did you just use your Heavenly Eye of the Netherworld?"
It must have been because he used his Heavenly Eye to see if the half-arrow was stained with blood or had taken a life, which caused his eyes to feel uncomfortable.
But if that's the case, it means that this arrow had indeed been stained with blood before, and even taken lives. At the moment it broke, it killed someone, and the life that was killed in that instant was the source of the murderous aura that injured my uncle's eyes.
Lu Zhaoling guessed correctly.
Weng Songzhi sighed.
He was momentarily at a loss for words.
"Uncle-Master?"
Lu Zhaoling had no intention of letting him keep it a secret. She reached out and tugged at his sleeve, pressing him for an answer, "Uncle-Master, is that right?"
"Uncle-Master, you can't open your eyes, but you can speak, right? What did you see?"
Yin Changxing and the others had actually figured out that what Weng Songzhi had seen earlier was hard to explain, but they were somewhat helpless as Lu Zhaoling pressed them for answers, knowing that Weng Songzhi would definitely not be able to withstand the pressure.
As expected, unable to resist Lu Zhaoling's persistent questioning, Weng Songzhi had no choice but to tell her the truth.
"This arrow once wounded someone with the destiny of an emperor. Although it did not kill him immediately, it severely injured him."
Weng Songzhi said, "The arrow hit the opponent's heart, just a hair's breadth away. Then, I saw the opponent cough up blood, but still managed to break the arrow with his bare hands."
"Then, he pulled the broken arrow out by hand and shot it back."
As Weng Songzhi spoke, images flashed through everyone's minds.
Lu Zhaoling didn't know what was going on, but subconsciously turned her head to look at Zhou Shiyue.
She met Zhou Shiyue's gaze.
His eyes were deep and held an unfathomable, dark light.
Lu Zhaoling's heart skipped a beat.
Unable to resist, she compared Zhou Shiyue's face to the image of the person with the destiny of an emperor who had been shot, as described by her martial uncle.
"The moment he pulled the arrow out, blood spurted out. When he flicked his wrist to break the arrow, it shot out with a purple light, so I felt my eyes hurt, because it felt like I was being shot by the arrow."
This is the backlash he suffered from the cause and effect of his clairvoyant perception of things.
Generally, Weng Songzhi wouldn't use his Heavenly Eye to look at things unless they were very important.
But when he saw the purple aura on half of the arrow, he didn't think much of it and just opened his Heavenly Eye to take a look.
He hadn't expected the backlash to be so severe. He still didn't dare open his eyes; they were burning and he felt like crying.
It's estimated that his eyes will need to rest for a while.
The stranger something is, the stronger its cause and effect, and the more severe the backlash it will suffer.
This suggests that the person who was hit by that arrow was no ordinary person.
Those born under the imperial star destiny are destined to become emperors, kings, generals, and ministers.
Yin Yunting also subconsciously looked at Zhou Shiyue.
At this moment, Zhou Shiyue lowered his head, stroking his fingers as if lost in thought.
Yin Yunting nudged Lu Zhaoling lightly with his elbow.
"What is Senior Sister thinking?"
"I'm thinking the same thing as you're thinking," Lu Zhaoling glanced at him and answered without hesitation.
The two siblings still believed in their unspoken understanding, and after saying this, they both glanced at Zhou Shiyue.
Then the two exchanged a glance.
Immediately afterwards, they were both hit hard on the head.
Boom, boom.
The two voices were almost identical.
"Ouch!"
Lu Zhaoling looked up and saw her master.
"Master, what are you doing?!"
Why would you knock them on the head for no reason?
Yin Yunting also covered the spot where he had been hit.
Because Yin Changxing had just knocked on their heads at the same time, and quite hard.
"What are you two arguing about? Don't think I can't see it," Yin Changxing said.
From a young age, the two siblings would often secretly exchange glances with him and then do some bad things.
“We didn’t intend to do anything,” Lu Zhaoling said, scratching her head. “We were just wondering when our martial uncle saw what happened.”
“Yes, Father, we were just wondering if anyone in the Great Zhou Dynasty had been shot before,” Yin Yunting said.
They were definitely not thinking about that peer king of the Great Jin Dynasty.
Yin Changxing sighed and beckoned to them with his index finger.
The two siblings immediately went over to them.
"Master, what do you want to tell us?" Lu Zhaoling asked.
Yin Changxing lowered his voice, "This broken arrow also wounded you, Xiao Ling'er."
Lu Zhaoling and Yin Yunting were both stunned.
"Father, what are you saying?" Yin Yunting found it somewhat unbelievable.
"Is it hard to believe? But it's true," Yin Changxing said again. "However, I'll tell you the details later."
He looked at Zhou Shiyue, his meaning clear: do not discuss this matter in front of the Prince of Jin.
Lu Zhaoling's expression changed slightly.
No way? Did she have some kind of interaction with Zhou Shiyue in her first life?
Could there have been some past grudges or feuds?
She absolutely refused to let such a melodramatic situation happen.
Don't tell her in the end that she died at Zhou Shiyue's hands, or that Zhou Shiyue was killed by her father, or anything like that.
She doesn't accept it.
But now Master refuses to say anything.
Lu Zhaoling was helpless.
Zhou Shiyue was also lost in thought. Normally, if he had concentrated, he could have overheard most of their whispered conversation. But right now, his mind was clearly elsewhere.
He stood up after they had been discussing for a while.
“Clean the rust off this arrowhead, and then I’ll examine it again. If there are any markings, it should be possible to tell when the arrow was made, and even who used it.”
“I’ll go grind it,” said Lü Song, who was standing nearby.