In the hollowed-out mountain, in the sky like a well, the stars are shaking.
The old man lit the bonfire, the fire was bright red, and the colorful tiger skin covered by the earth-blue linen clothes trembled in the light, like an old tiger.
Li He looked at him and asked, "The moon is getting ugly? Does this mean anything?"
The old man said: "It means the world is getting worse."
Li He was puzzled: "The world is already like this, how can it be bad?"
The old man said: "The real terror is always hidden in places you can't see. It is always happening. When it really comes, we will be like facing the final death, without the slightest strength or room to resist. This It is a truly invisible terror... The saint entered the country of Lei Lao and turned the country upside down, which is known to the whole world. But this is not the most dangerous thing. The saint knows better than all of us what his real enemy is."
The bonfire crackled.
After listening to these words for a long time, Ning couldn't help but cast his eyes towards the mouth of the mountain's well.
The old man looked at them and said: "That's all I have to say. If you still have doubts, you can go to the peak and have a look. There are all the achievements of my life. Handle them with care and don't break them."
Ning Jiujiu nodded his thanks and asked, "May I ask what your name is, sir?"
The old man said: "Zhang Heng."
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Ning Changjiu and Li He walked toward the peak.
Following their footsteps, the surrounding darkness gradually dispersed, and the outline of the stone door in the depths appeared.
The stone door opens slowly as if to welcome guests.
"Mr. Zhang's life achievements are so precious, just for us to view at will?" Ning Jiujiu asked softly.
Li He said: "Knowledge is not like skills, and there is no conflict with the truth. As long as you have the intention to learn, they will treat all living beings equally."
Ning Jiujiu smiled and said, "I was thinking too little."
Inside the stone gate is a whole hollowed-out mountain. There are many objects placed in the mountain. What comes to them is a mountain-shaped map. The picture is a three-dimensional map, but the peaks and valleys above change from time to time. Where they are now There is a flag planted in the position. Next to the flag, a big mountain has been blown up. That is Silent Ear Mountain.
This mountain-shaped picture will change as the real world changes.
He also saw several huge wings, some shaped like bird wings and some shaped like bat wings. There is a footnote on the side - when Zhang Hengshang was in the Immortal Realm, his practice had reached a bottleneck and he wanted to find another way to fly to the sky.
In the sky above the bird's wings, the slowly flowing almanac looks like jagged stars, with the four words "according to the moon waxing and waning, rising and falling according to the calendar" written on the side.
In the center, a huge copper ball attracts attention. The copper ball is fixed with four wrapped columns and keels. The constellations and solar terms are displayed in sequence, and there are copper leaves growing among them for timing.
Ning Jiujiu slowly walked towards the center.
On the side of the armillary sphere, the same copper seismometer is like a beast dormant. Golden dragons are cast in all directions, with copper beads in their mouths, and eight toads are waiting below with their mouths open.
Going deeper, Ning Jiujiu finally saw the stone tablet related to the seventh god.
Rather than saying it is a stone tablet, it is better to say it is a board.
The pattern on the board is square on the outside and round on the inside. The pattern in the center is almost absolutely symmetrical. The first reaction is that of continuous flames or vine leaves, which cover the entire circle in a complex manner. In the center of the circle, a match-like human figure is drawn.
The figure was very crude, like a circle drawn on a large character, which was incompatible with the entire symmetrical and beautiful painting, as if someone had left a final stroke in a hurry.
"There's nothing special about this stone slab." Li He said as he looked on.
Ning Jiujiu said: "I think this is a box."
"Box?" Li He was confused.
Ning Changjiu touched its edge with his fingers and said, "Boxes usually have six sides, and this looks like one of them."
After he said this, Li He snorted and felt that it made sense.
"If this is a box, what is it used for?" Li He said to himself.
Ning Jiujiu said intuitively: "Fire."
Li He said: "Fire... do you think that is a real thing?"
Ning Jiujiu said: "It's just a guess."
Li He no longer looked at the collections around him, but stared at him and said, "When you came to this world, what did you think about what you saw and heard along the way?"
Ning Jiujiu put down the slate and said, "This is like the end of the world."
Li He said: "Yes, the end may be today or tomorrow, no one can say for sure... In short, the winner will be decided on the day when the Lei Lao Year passes."
Ning Jiujiu said: "The saint lost."
Li He looked calm. He had already guessed this from his long-term communication with Ning: "If you lose, you lose... Alas, killing Lei Lao, sitting in power for twelve years, and destroying the Kingdom of God year by year, this is the craziest thing. , an impossible dream.”
Ning didn't answer for a long time. He was slightly lost in thought. He still doesn't understand what kind of existence a saint is that can actually be an enemy of the king in the Kingdom of God. What kind of authority can suppress the power of the Kingdom of God? Is that person really the master
Li He suddenly heard something and asked: "By the way, have you heard of my deeds five hundred years later?"
Ning Jiujiu wanted to say that his poems were popular, but after thinking about it, he still said truthfully: "No."
Li He said: "Then I should be dead."
Ning Jiujiu said: "This world is originally a cemetery."
Li He said: "But I thought I was alive... Everyone wants to live forever."
Ning Jiujiu said: "This place is indeed terrifyingly real."
Li He said: "It's a pity that it's not the world, but a broken book."
Ning Jiujiu sighed: "Luo Shu is so wonderful."
"Luo Shu..." Li He thought for a while and expressed his guess, "This should be a spiritual book."
Ning Jiujiu nodded in agreement.
He also had the same guess.
If you are really a physical body at this moment, then there is absolutely nothing that cannot be killed.
Therefore, what really entered Luo Shu could only be his spirit. This is a spiritual world that imitates everything incisively and vividly. History is real, but they are fake. This is an extremely real dream. Everyone in the dream is reproduced according to history. So along the way, Ning Jiujiu never even met real ordinary people, because ordinary people will not be recorded in history.
History is the history of great practitioners.
Because it is a spiritual world, every time they die, it is a mental breakdown. The human brain will erase part of the memory to save itself. If you die too many times, you may become an idiot or you may become a madman.
Their bodies should be floating in the mist of Luoshu, their minds frightened by an almost crushing soul-stirring technique. So what they have to do now is to return the spirit to the body and break through the fog of Luo Shu.
"Who is the creator of Luo Shu?" Ning Jiujiu asked.
Li He said: "Ancient books say that Luoshu is one of the creation books and a true living historian."
"But who is the creator of the Book of Creation?" Ning asked for a long time.
Li He said: "Perhaps it is a thing created by heaven and earth."
Ning Jiujiu disagreed: "Heaven and earth will create life, but they will not create books. These should be products made by living beings with wisdom."
Li He frowned: "Do you think Luo Shu was written by someone?"
Ning Jiujiu nodded.
Li He said: "Then who can be the creator of such a divine object?"
Ning Jiujiu said: "The creator of divine objects is of course God."
Li He thought for a while and said, "The god at the creation of the world?"
Ning Jiujiu said to himself: "Who is the God of Creation? When is the creation of the world?"
Li He said straightforwardly: "After the opening of Chaos."
Ning thought for a long time and nodded in agreement.
When was Chaos opened? In mythology, the creation of chaos is related to the candlelight holding the candle to illuminate the world.
According to old man Zhang Heng, Zhulong may be the first god to reach this star.
But Ning Jiujiu also knows that history did not just start four or five thousand years ago. He spent hundreds of millions of years in Duanjie City before finally reaching the starting point of chaos.
The candlelight shines through the chaos to open up the heaven and the earth, Xuanze is born into the rivers and seas, Tianzang controls the mineral veins, the dragon bird spreads its wings in the wild river to become the territory, the Sui Bodhi is the god of grass and trees, and the Hades is the destination of all spirits... These myths seem magnificent and gorgeous, But in essence they are all fake. They are creation epics compiled by the six gods of Taichu, which shaped their majesty and mystery and directly connected themselves with the original elements of this world.
So the day when they came is called the creation of the world, and the life after them is the era they rule.
But the birth of the world has nothing to do with them. They are also invaders, thieves in the skin of gods.
Ning Jiujiu figured this out quickly.
"The Book of Creation." Ning murmured for a long time, and then said seriously: "If the Book of Creation is a book written by the God of Creation, then the person who created it is most likely one of the six gods of Taichu."
Li He said: "This is reasonable. If it is them, it would not be strange to have such divine power. But, what is the meaning of creating this Luoshu?"
Ning Jiujiu said: "The meaning of books is to record, but I don't know what they want to record."
Li He said: "Thinking about this won't help us get out."
Ning Jiujiu nodded gently.
His immediate priority was just to get out.
How can the suppressed spirit return to the body? His mental power has been enhanced by Shura Shenlu to a level far beyond that of ordinary people.
But it's still not enough.
Li He said: "Would you like to go out and take a look again? Maybe there will be clues."
Ning Jiujiu asked curiously: "Why do you want to help me so much."
Li He said calmly: "Because I also have delusions... I also want to go out."
Ning looked at him for a long time and remained silent.
Li He said: "You are a spirit, and I am also a spirit. The only difference between us is that you have a body and I don't. If you find a way out, you may be able to find a way to dig out my body from the grave. Of course, if there are no bones left, there will be another one." said."
Li He was thinking leisurely when suddenly, the metallic sound of copper beads hitting each other was heard.
The two of them looked towards the source of the sound in unison.
The golden toad in the southwest has a copper bead in its mouth.
The two looked at each other.
The ground moved.
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On the cliff of Chiyun Mountain, the lake breeze carried Lu Wenyou's sword dress, and the hem of the dress danced like lotus in the wind.
The shadows of white clothes and black robes intersect on the pressure, and the falling light is mottled.
Lu Marry's long sword made of sword body kept changing its posture in the strong wind, and used the sword skills previously taught by Xue Ci to fight against it.
Siming held the black sword in his hand, fighting and blocking in the wind-like dance of her long sword. From time to time, he found opportunities to break into her defense and break up her array-like offensive.
"Too slow." Siming sarcastically said.
When Lu Marian's sword was digging into the ground like a long dragon, Si Ming bent slightly, exerted his strength on his legs, and jumped up. With her deft leap, black tornadoes were pulled up from the ground on both sides of her body, and spirals danced around. The body, Si Ming's black sword gathered together, and slashed down at the landing spot of Lu Wenwen.
Lu Marry immediately sheathed her sword, and her figure jumped back from side to side, as fast as twisted lightning.
But her movement skills had been caught by Si Ming. Before she could move to one place, Si Ming's sword had already predicted her landing point and appeared out of thin air. Lu Marry's moves were at a disadvantage. After using his instinct to parry a few moves, Yuan Rong's sword intent was cut out of the cracks.
Lu Marry knew something was wrong, and she would definitely be defeated if this continued.
She first used the Sword Escaping Technique to temporarily hide her body in the sword, and then tried to use the Spirit Replenishing Technique to repair the sword intention and sword energy.
But this was a technique that Si Ming had just taught not long ago, and she was not able to connect it coherently.
Siming didn't deliberately let go.
As soon as the cloud of sword energy that concealed Lu Marion's figure was released, Si Ming's sword light lit up in the sky.
The light of the sword cracked the clouds like lightning, and Si Ming's figure suddenly descended like a ghost.
"Why is it not as good as the last time?" Siming's words were clear and stern, and her sword hit Lu Yuan's sword.
Lu Marry was so shocked that she retreated.
Their realms at the moment were similar. If Lu Yuanjian couldn't defeat her, it was just because her skills were inferior to hers.
Of course, she has only been practicing Taoism for twenty years, while Si Ming has been practicing Taoism for a thousand years. She cannot be her rival in the same situation.
The blades of the swords intersected, and bright light splashed like electric sparks. In the burning sword energy, the two people's eyebrows turned into the color of snow.
The sound of ding ding ding became more and more urgent, and Lu Marry turned from attack to defense. Soon, her defensive momentum could no longer be sustained, and her retreating steps became more and more messy.
"How did I teach you before? The angle of the sword was wrong. If you deviated by three millimeters, the three millimeters would be three feet shorter in the sword energy. Your spiritual skills were connected in the wrong order." Siming's words were stern. , the sword penetrated the gap, pressing forward step by step.
Lu Marian finally couldn't hold on any longer, and her moves were broken down, revealing obvious flaws.
Si Ming's figure chased him forward and struck him with the back of his sword.
Lu Yaojiao was unable to catch her and was knocked over directly. She rolled several times on the ground and then stopped at the edge of the cliff. Her mouth was numb, and the sword in her hand was thrown out. After spinning a few times in the air, it suddenly plunged into the rock nearby. The sword, which was originally composed of sword spirits, lost its luster after trembling a few times. Turned back into dust.
"If I were an enemy, you would be dead." Siming put away his sword, walked up to her, and looked at her condescendingly.
Lu Marian lowered her head and whispered, "Well, it's because I'm not good at my studies."
Siming reprimanded: "It's better to do it once than once. Hum, your spirit has been defeated. How can you practice swordsmanship with such a sword heart!"
Lu Marian said: "It's my sister who is so awesome."
She had never experienced this kind of pressure during sword competition.
When Siming heard this, his face lit up with anger and said, "I am so powerful, can I cover up your mistakes?"
"It can't be done," Lu Jiejiao said.
Siming said: "I have lived for a thousand years, and your talent is so different that even I find it rare."
"Huh?" Lu Marian raised her head, thinking that she hadn't praised her rare talent before. Why did Sister Xueci's attitude change so drastically all of a sudden
What happened here.
Siming looked at her and said, "I said that I will be very strict with you and hold you to the highest standards, otherwise you will not be able to survive in this world."
Lu Marion slowly stood up and said, "Well, I won't make any mistakes next time in the competition."
"I will give you a chance, but others will not." Siming said coldly, and suddenly grabbed Lu Yuai's arm. Lu Yuai let out a low cry, and her body was violently pulled by Si Ming, and she cut her hands behind her back. Push him to the ground and inflict punishment as a lesson.
Lu Marian struggled at first, but when she thought about how Xue Ci had worked so hard to teach her, yet she made frequent mistakes, it was clear that the sword's heart was unstable and it was indeed time to hit.
While punishing her, Siming pointed out the problems with her previous moves and asked her if she remembered them.
Lu Marian nodded shamefully, thinking to herself, was she really a sword destined to be forged
After giving instructions, Siming helped her up.
She looked at Lu Wenwen, with sincere pity in her eyes, and she said softly: "Sister Wenwen, you have to know that I am doing this for your own good."
Lu Marion nodded and said, "Yes, I know."
Siming sighed and said: "Okay, you have to be more serious in the future. I will teach you another technique. This technique is a ghostly night-like sword technique. It is mostly used for assassinations. This sword technique will be much simpler. If you If you can't learn it all in one go, my sister will inevitably punish you again."
Lu Marry heard it was much simpler and nodded.
Siming turned around, and the corners of his mouth curled up inadvertently... Heh, simple? It took me more than a month to learn this kind of swordsmanship. It would be a fantasy for Lu Marian to learn it all at once.
She turned back, looked at Lu Married's serious and firm eyes, and thought to herself, why is this girl so stupid... It's a pity that she has such a husband. Since your husband dares to treat me like a slave, you can only suffer for him. .
I don’t know what Ning Chang’s expression will be like when he finds him.
Siming started to look forward to it.
Si Ming's heart was filled with ripples, and her face was as calm as ice. She looked at Lu Married and began to teach this kind of swordsmanship. Lu Married was listening attentively. Soon, her eyebrows furrowed. First, she was concerned about the "simple" two I have doubts about my words, and then I have doubts about my own talent.
It turns out that I am so stupid... Lu Marian pursed her lips, thinking that there were indeed others in this world.
After the lecture, Siming sat on the edge of the cliff, with his embroidered shoes beside him, his eyes looking into the distance, his jade feet washing away the lake breeze.
She waved and motioned for Lu Marion to sit next to her.
Lu Marry sat down carefully.
Lu Marian looked at a stone tablet hanging in front of her and asked, "Is this my sister's monument?"
Siming nodded and said, "Well, it has to do with time."
Lu Marion's eyes lit up and she said, "My husband has some authority over time. If you guys meet, maybe we can discuss it."
"Hmm..." Siming responded without changing his expression.
If he really sees me, I don’t know if the authority has the nerve to show it at this time...
Lu Jianjiao asked: "Is it possible for Luoshu to recognize this heavenly monument?"
Siming said: "I'm not sure."
This is the heavenly monument she once used to pass through the heavenly path.
She originally knew very well that what she had to face now was not the Dao of Heaven, but the Luoshu. The two were different, so she initially did not think there was a problem.
But now her view changed.
There may be some connection between Tiandao and Luoshu. One's own heavenly monument may be destroyed due to repetition, and there seems to be an unknown problem with the ascension of this world.
She didn't dare to act until she figured this out.
"If your realm is so low, don't think about the Sky Monument. It's better to find another way." Siming's words were much softer. She put the Sky Monument away, looked at Lu Wenwen, and said, "If you hadn't met me, I'm afraid he's already dead. Alas, how could your husband let you come to such a place to take risks? It's so heartless."
Lu Marian said: "My husband and I are going to save people."
"Huh? Save someone?" Siming asked, "Who should you save?"
Lu Marion replied: "One of my disciples' life is in danger now. We have to go through here to save her."
"Disciple?" Siming asked, "Is it important?"
Lu Married said: "It's very important, she is also my husband's junior sister."
You are Ning Changjiu's wife and his apprentice. Your apprentice is Ning Changjiu’s younger junior sister
Siming's eyes narrowed slightly, and he was a little confused about the relationship for a while.
Siming asked: "Is she a female disciple?"
"Yes." Lu Married.
"Ha, after you are rescued, don't be like sisters." Siming said with a smile.
Lu Marion said seriously: "My husband is not such a person."
Siming raised the corner of his mouth and said with a faint smile, "Really? Then what kind of person is your husband? Do you really know him?"
Lu Marian's eyes were full of resentment, and she said with a slight pique: "Anyway, he won't be like your master."
Siming said: "Yes... my master is a heinous and heartless man. When he came to our city from outside, I asked my sister to take him in. My sister was only thirteen or fourteen years old, but she was still taken by him. Afterwards, he hid it from me, kept saying he loved me, and said, Si... Well, it's a common thing anyway, and I don't want to think about it anymore."
"There is actually a sister..." Lu Marian thought about the poor moral character of that person, which kept refreshing her understanding. She looked at Sister Xue Ci's frosty eyes and regretted saying this again.
"Yes, I have a sister." Siming smiled helplessly: "My sister likes to wear red clothes and lived with him for a long time. At that time, I didn't doubt that he was there. Later, when the scandal came out, my sister revealed these things after I pressed her. Tell the truth."
Siming said, shaking his head slightly and smiling: "I think your husband is different."
Lu Marian held her hands on the cliff and swayed her slender legs. She said seriously: "Sister will also be fine and return to her home."
Siming stroked her hair and said, "I say this mainly to tell you that junior sister also needs to be careful."
Lu Marian thought about Ning Xiaoling's appearance. She was already pretty and cute three years ago, and now she is even more graceful.
"No way..." Lu Jianjian felt that Ning Jiujiu would not be able to do such an unconscionable thing.
"It's better to be careful." Siming smiled, and she asked casually: "What is the name of your husband's little junior sister? Is she good-looking?"
Lu Married said: "Her name is Ning Xiaoling. She usually wears a white skirt. She is about this high. She is very delicate and beautiful..."
"Yeah." Siming responded, and immediately realized something was wrong. She asked again: "What's your name?"
Lu Jianjian said: "Ning Xiaoling, um... the age of Ling."
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(This chapter was completed yesterday~)