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

In a teahouse among the wealthy class of Chaoge City, another star was leaning on the window in boredom, looking at the prosperous and bright cityscape on the sunlit street below, while making the bird sing to itself.

However, the big-looking little kingfisher in front of him obviously cannot be the object of his leisurely expression, because she is just a bird now.

"Reciting poetry? What is [poetry]?"

And I don’t even know what poetry is.

"Poetry is just a form of written expression that shows one's literary talents, and it's also a way to pretend to be cool... Forget it, none of this is important." Xing Ke waved his hand, not intending to explain so much.

The officers and soldiers patrolling the streets showed signs of panic from the beginning. As if they had received a unified dispatch, they mobilized their troops to concentrate in the direction of the stairs. Needless to say, the reason was that some people cleared the bottom floor as if they were playing a game.

and the middle level, and will soon break through to the high level, so the city defense soldiers will naturally become nervous.

But what they want to arrest are two unknown masters who cannot produce their identity and family emblem. What does it have to do with Xing Ke, the eldest young master who has proof of the double excellent bloodline of the Li family and the Yin family?

"Speaking of which, do you know what I plan to do next?"

"I don't know, and I don't want to know." Miss Jingwei seemed to really want to be a bird. She had an indifferent attitude towards where Xingke took her or what she did:

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

"Why are you so sure that this is too much, hey." Xingke smiled and shook his head: "But you are right, you don't belong to this world yet, and I feel deeply about this."

Jingwei has been sealed for 30,000 years. Although the human race has a relatively long lifespan because everyone practices cultivation, it has already experienced several reincarnations of civilizations in 30,000 years.

But rather than saying that she does not belong to this world, it is better to say that she does not belong to this era. Xingke Zengjin often did not go out for a long time because of his inattention, and then suddenly saw the sky again, only to suddenly realize that human society has developed into something he did not recognize.

appearance.

That feeling is comparable to when a novel that hasn't been updated for a long time suddenly resumes writing, and most of the previous plot has been forgotten - it takes a long time to regain the feeling.

"You are deeply touched? Aren't you quite comfortable living in this era?" Jingwei was very disdainful of Xingke's attitude of knowing 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 to a whole new world - isn't this quite romantic?"

What a romantic...

Although it was indeed very refreshing to wake up with my enemies almost dead, other people I liked also disappeared without a trace. This feeling of loneliness cannot be summed up in one or two sentences.

Jingwei complained in her heart, but she would not say such words to Xingke.

The mutual aid contract between her and Xingke has ended long ago. A large part of the reason why she is still following Xingke is because she has nowhere to go. After thinking about it, she followed the flow naturally.

While being fed, fed, and raised by Xing Ke, she was slowly adapting to this era. After all, she just didn't belong to this world for the time being.

But to say how good her relationship with Xing Ke is... that's not really the case. Unless Xing Ke takes the initiative to talk to her, she would rather be an ordinary little bird.

But Xingke's playful behavior from time to time made her feel very annoyed.

"Birds, birds, in your prehistoric era 30,000 years ago, was there a market for human trafficking?"

"...Sigh." Jingwei responded helplessly in line with his current status as someone else's helper:

"Of course, and isn't that natural?

If there was 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, after all, we were still your civilized ancestors, and there were still markets for slave trading."

"Haha, that's true. You are indeed civilized enough." Xing Ke said he could not deny it.

The era that Miss Jingwei lived in can be called the prehistoric era. It sounds lofty, but in fact, the human race had no status at all in that era when the earth was full of mythical creatures. The Yan Emperor, the Yellow Emperor, etc., at most, the human race entered the merger of large tribes.

It was just a unified era of plundering and oppressing small tribes.

It was natural for people at that time to go to other tribes to fight when they felt there was no one to work, and to capture some strong men to come back to farm the land. They would never wrong their relatives in their own tribe, and their heirs would work harder.

Therefore, the family-like emotional bond in this land began to develop from that time.

Therefore, along the way, Jingwei followed Xing Ji in Chaoge City and saw all kinds of aristocratic families and class oppression, but it was commonplace - they naturally did not regard the weak as human beings, and the human race that had nothing to do with them should be no different from domestic animals.

"What about the monsters? What did you think of those monsters who cultivated their human form with delicacies from mountains and seas, and cute pets like plants and trees?" Xing Ke continued to ask.

"Monster clan? Demon clan..." Jingwei hesitated a little this time, but then she gave up her worries. After all, there was nothing to hide:

"We didn't have the concept of monster clan at that time. The word [monster clan] was a very new word to me."

"Oh? So what do you mean? Is it possible that all the delicacies from mountains and seas have only been refined in the past 30,000 years?" Xingji picked up the tea cup and took a sip, listening to the story with great interest.

"No, it's not." Jingwei seemed to be organizing the vocabulary, thinking about how to explain: "At that time, there were many plants and animals that cultivated into human form, but no one at that time classified them into the demon clan."

"Oh? So that's it, that means there aren't many of them, and they don't even deserve a racial name?" Xing Kehao asked.

"It's not that... there are quite a few, but we didn't specifically divide them.

At least here in our Lianshan tribe (Note 1), the human race and the so-called demon race in your mouth live together very harmoniously. There is no statistics on the number, but there must be at least one-third." Jingwei waved his hand.

With his own wings, he changed his posture to organize his words, and tried hard to explain:

"But you see, while those plants and animals are opening up their spiritual intelligence and cultivating their human form, there are also many humans like me who are cultivating other forms of birds, animals, and even plants and trees? What's the difference between us and the monsters?"

"Oh - that's it." Xing Ke exaggeratedly showed a look of sudden realization: "It turns out that there were many people who cultivated like you tens of thousands of years ago and became like birds."

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

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

"But using swords and swords against people from other tribes and enslaving them?" Xing Ke said with a smile.

"...Yes, although this may seem unreasonable to you, it is the norm in our era." Jingwei ignored Xingke's sarcasm and continued:

"At that time, people could transform into birds and animals through cultivation, thereby gaining some special abilities that the human form did not have. Birds and animals could also transform into human forms and obtain spiritual intelligence and understanding that were unique to the human race. There was no essential difference between the two, so even if

Intermarriage and the birth of new races are not uncommon."

"The Great Emperor Bei Feng is mighty. It turns out that you are the one who has returned to your original nature and can see through the true nature of the world." Xing Ke couldn't help but sigh.

"what are you saying?"

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

Jingwei was always interrupted by Xingke and had nothing to say. He just said:

"Although I don't know how the world has become what it is now, and I don't know why the immortals and gods who have lived from ancient times to the present have not interfered with this, but one thing is that the traces of our era have always been there.

exist."

"Such as enslaving your own kind?"

"Not only that, but also the totem of your Xuanyuan clan." Jingwei said with some doubts at this time:

"Today's human race seems to be generally hostile to the demon race. They are proud of their racial bloodline and seem to be very disdainful of cultivating forms other than human form - but isn't the totem of your Shangtang Dynasty still the black bird?

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

Of course there is no guarantee. Xing Ke maliciously speculated in his heart. Shouldn’t the people worshiped by the Chinese nation have always been their ancestors? It would be incredible if the totem was a black bird.

But if the so-called ancestor is a bird, then there is nothing surprising.

After thinking about this, Xingke once again felt even more confused by the confusing behavior of the human race - in a dynasty where the ancestor of the royal family was the Black Bird, almost everyone was hostile and repelled by the demon clan, but at the same time they followed the royal family.

Worshiping black birds and offering princes and nobles as if they were human beings—isn’t this confusing enough?

Xingji decided not to think too much about this.

"By the way, what were we talking about in the first place?"

"..." Jingwei didn't want to speak.

"By the way, let me ask you if there was a slave market in your era." Xingke seemed to have remembered something, put down the tea cup in his hand, stood up and said with a smile:

"Little Kingfisher, we are going to attend an auction next. The grand finale of the auction is a slave, and she is also the princess of the Dragon Clan, a very beautiful one..."

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