Conferred Gods: Start with a Phoenix clone

What does Chapter 1814, "Warm Wine to Slay Hua Xiong," have to do with me, Guan Yu?
Hua Yu avoided talking about the story of grinding an iron pestle into a needle, and kindly asked, "Where are you from? Are you from a nearby village? You should go home quickly."

Why aren't you playing by the rules? Shouldn't you keep asking about the iron bar? Can't you see it? It's such a big, blatantly obvious bar.
Hua Yu asked again, and Xiao Qingluan scratched her head, wondering how to answer. Should she say that she was from the Three Immortal Islands and was now a shared employee of Mount Emei?

She mumbled, "I...I am from Sichuan."

Hua Yu smiled and waved her hand: "You came with your family, right? It's getting dark, you should go home soon."

"You can't go back until you complete your aunt's mission," Little Blue Phoenix said softly.

"What kind of talk is this? Isn't this making things difficult for me? Everyone has parents, why are you being treated so harshly?"

Little Qingluan felt inexplicably sad: "My mother died when she gave birth to me."

Hua Yu felt some sympathy for her: "At least you can see your own mother. I didn't even get to see my own father and mother before they left."

Little Azure Phoenix was dumbfounded. She knew the inside story and had sworn, on the fate of the Azure Phoenix clan, not to reveal the secret.

You can't say anything about your parents "passing away"! You say it's okay, but if I say it, I'll definitely get hung up from a tree and beaten, right?
The two chatted for a few more minutes.

Hua Yu told her to go home quickly, but Xiao Qingluan forcefully steered the conversation toward the iron rod.

The little blue phoenix spoke quite fluently, but Hua Yu could only see a clear, untainted look in her eyes.

This child may have a serious illness.

Her great-aunt is probably not quite right in the head either. Who grinds an iron rod on a stone when they need an embroidery needle? That would be such a waste of resources! The iron, the stone, and the effort involved are all valuable. If you have that kind of strength, why don't you come with me to grind medicine?

From the Old Mother of Lishan to the little blue phoenix before us, and then to Yunxiao who arranged this play behind the scenes, none of them have actually experienced human suffering. They take many things for granted, thinking that they can move themselves with their actions, so they just do it.

Deng Chanyu did have a different opinion, but at that time she was of low status and her voice was not heard. In addition, the story of grinding an iron rod into a needle was deeply rooted in people's hearts, so she did not question it.

Hua Yu was different; she was a physician who had truly followed Hua Tuo all over the country and witnessed countless joys and sorrows.

She simply couldn't understand the idea of ​​grinding a large iron rod to make an embroidery needle.

The other party brought up the iron rod again and again, which aroused her suspicion and wariness. She chuckled dryly and said, "Impressive, impressive. Um, I have something to do, I'll be going now!"

She turned to leave, but Little Blue Phoenix quickly called out to her.

You can't leave! If you leave, who will I perform for? Yunxiao will definitely beat me up!
"Young lady, wait a moment!" Not being very bright, she could only call out to Hua Yu to stop her.

Hua Yu pointed to herself, her face full of surprise. "I'm sixteen. You look like you're only eleven or twelve. You call me a 'little girl'?"
Little Blue Phoenix, quick-witted, pointed to the river and said with a joyful expression, "I'll tell you a secret. A fairy appeared in the river before. The old fairy said he also wanted an embroidery needle. Let's grind it together. Maybe the old fairy will give us a destiny of immortality?"

The chieftain of the Azure Phoenix clan applauded his own cleverness. He was truly brilliant to have come up with such a witty remark in such a hurry!

Unfortunately, as soon as she spoke, Hua Yu visibly became wary.

Last autumn, the three of them encountered a group of river bandits. The bandits also said that there was treasure in the river and invited them to come and see. Hua Tuo stood there and smiled. Hua Xiong, without saying a word, swung his broadsword and killed seven or eight of the bandits.

Looking back now, it seems no different from the scene before my eyes.

Hua Yu didn't say a word of politeness, and with her long legs, she ran away like the wind, leaving only the petrified little Qingluan behind. It's over, it's over, the mission failed, the second princess of the Deng family has run away!

Suddenly, the clouds rose, and Yunxiao emerged from the mist.

The chieftain of the Azure Phoenix clan lowered his head pitifully: "Your Majesty, the little princess is leaving."

Yunxiao said irritably, "I have eyes, I can see. You, you're too hasty, you scared her."

She was also thinking to herself, "Look at what you're saying! What do you mean by 'grinding corn together'? It sounds terrifying!"
Little Qingluan apologized verbally, but was indignant in her heart. It was clearly your tradition that had a problem, and I tried to remedy it, but I just couldn't save it. I did my best!
Yunxiao waved his hand: "You should go back first. That child is facing a calamity today. I originally wanted her to avoid it, but alas."

"Your Majesty, shall I leave now?"

"Let's go."

"I really left?"

Yunxiao looked at her calmly. She was such an honest child back on Three Immortals Island. Who taught her to be so talkative now?

Noticing that Yunxiao was in a bad mood, Xiao Qingluan quickly picked up the prop iron rod from the ground and hurriedly rode away on a cloud. This iron rod was a building material from the Jade Void Palace, and she had to take it back to store it in the warehouse; she couldn't just throw it away.

Yunxiao shook his head and chuckled, waited for a while, and then secretly followed his precious daughter.

Hua Xiong is dead.

A clay pot will break if it is not left on the well, and a general will inevitably die in the battle.

He wasn't even a general yet; he died after only three days on the battlefield.

When Hua Yu saw Hua Xiong again, her junior brother, like Louis XVI, was completely bewildered, his body on one side and his head on the other.

Hua Xiong's face still showed astonishment, as if he hadn't expected to die so quickly. He was clearly skilled in martial arts, but he hadn't been able to use his skills at all.

Guan Yu looked somewhat reluctant; he had brought Hua Xiong, the son of his savior, to the battlefield, but he never expected things to turn out this way.
He threw out two severed heads: "Your junior brother was caught off guard and was ambushed and killed by an enemy general on horseback. I killed both of those enemy generals, which should be enough to comfort Hua Xiong's spirit in heaven."

"Father, who killed my junior brother?"

Guan Yu pointed at the red-faced man and said, "This fellow is named 'Wenjiu,' and his elder brother is named 'Wenliang.' First, his elder brother was shouting in front of the battle, and then his younger brother attacked from the side. Your junior brother was caught off guard and was killed by the red-faced Wenjiu."

The Wen family's two formidable duo, a perfect pairing of fine wines.

Hua Yu nodded silently.

Looking at Hua Xiong's headless corpse, she couldn't quite describe her feelings. This guy always said he would protect her, but can he still protect her now? So reckless and aggressive, if only he had known this would happen!
Seeing Hua Xiong, who was like a family member, separated from his body, her grief grew every moment. When it broke through a certain threshold, she couldn't help but cry out in pain.

"Huh? I think I have a way to save him!" Hua Yu cried and then suddenly had a flash of inspiration. She said something that shocked Hua Tuo and Guan Yu. His head had been cut off, how could he be saved?

(End of this chapter)