When Shao Xiaoli came out of seclusion, the afterglow of the sunset happened to flow through the lattice and onto her cheeks, reflecting the faint green skin. The hazy dust floating in the beam of light was like flying luminous insects.
The layout of the room was simple, with a wooden frame set up beside her and a blood-red skirt hanging on it.
Shao Xiaoli was wearing simple white clothes, with a belt tied with a bow at her waist. She opened her eyes, feeling the light fade in her pupils little by little, and came back to her senses.
She opened the door and walked outside. On the towering mountain peaks, the night fog had risen, and the remaining light on the distant horizon looked cold.
The girl walked for a while under the shadow of the high-rise hall. The night wind jingled the copper bells in her ears. The sound was clear and crisp. She felt a little cold. She went back to the house and put on some clothes. When she pressed her knuckles on the hem of her clothes, She suddenly realized that summer was almost over.
Shao Xiaoli came to the front hall and looked at the almanac placed in front of the hall, knowing that he had been closed for nearly a month.
She walked around in the cold front hall for a while, then opened the door and went out.
In front of the magnificent hall, the Nine Infants Killed by Thousand Swords and Nailed Bones danced in the residual light, like silent blue thunder.
On September 27th, the heaven and earth remained peaceful.
…
Shao Xiaoli stood in front of the hall and waited for a while. After a while, the moon rose. She was wearing a white coat, leaning on the railing in front of the hall, looking up at the moon. There was another door opening behind her. Shao Xiaoli looked back, Ning Jiujiu walked over wearing a very faint starlight.
The two looked at each other and smiled.
Ning Jiujiu raised his hand, and the golden crow flew out and stopped on the ridge of the roof, standing motionless with the ridged beasts.
At this moment, he and Lu Yuanjian had just finished practicing, and Lu Yuanjian was resting in the house holding a stuffed doll. When he came, his footsteps were heavy and silent, and his clean clothes seemed soft in response to the rhythm of the wind.
"Disciple pays homage to Master."
Shao Xiaoli saluted.
"Okay." Ning Jiujiu held her shoulders.
The two stood side by side in front of the railing.
"Has anything big happened recently?" Shao Xiaoli asked.
"When I went to the Southern Wilderness, I met Liu Junzhuo and Liu Xiwan... Well, they were the same sword spirits from before. Other than that, there was nothing else." Ning Jiujiu replied.
"Liu Xiwan..." Shao Xiaoli was a little surprised and said, "I really want to meet her."
"Well, I'll see you later."
"Is there really nothing else?"
"there is none left."
"Then Master, why do you look so unhappy?" Shao Xiaoli looked at him and asked with concern.
Ning Changjiu touched his cheek, smiled casually, and explained: "It is precisely because it is too calm that it inevitably makes people worry..."
"Oh." Shao Xiaoli didn't know how to answer, so he reluctantly agreed.
Ning Jiujiu smiled and said: "Although I know that as long as I do my own thing and wait for the opportunity to change, this kind of passivity always easily brings anxiety."
Shao Xiaoli nodded and asked: "How is the construction of the Kingdom of God going? Is it going well?"
Ning Changjiu had a thought, and the golden crow on the eaves flew back and landed on the railing. The golden light rushed over and enveloped the two of them.
Shao Xiaoli followed him to the Golden Crow Kingdom.
Compared with the dilapidation and simplicity of the past, today's Golden Crow Kingdom has shown clear levels.
The layout of the entire Kingdom of God is like a terraced field, rising layer by layer. Spiritual energy is like water in the canals, flowing slowly from top to bottom, and the well of fetal spirit is the deep pool at the bottom. , the spiritual energy gathers there, and then, with the blessing of the laws of the Kingdom of God, it creates life on its own according to the logic of the Yin-Yang Towering Ceremony.
Now, some light gray transparent elves have emerged from it. They are like bubbles one after another, jumping and floating at the bottom of the Kingdom of God.
"These are all spirits." Ning Jiujiu introduced: "They are the products of the condensation of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. Every time the Well of Fetal Spirits circulates for sixty-four days, a spirit will be born. These spirits carry the innate The law of coming, their law is 'repair', and strength is gained by repairing what has been destroyed."
Shao Xiaoli felt quite miraculous. She stared at the spirits, watching them use their small bodies to hold up large pieces of gravel, and reassemble the messy pieces like a jigsaw puzzle.
"This law has helped a lot... Is it random?" Shao Xiaoli asked.
Ning Jiujiu shook his head and said: "Generally speaking, the spirits generated by a divine kingdom are often things that the divine kingdom is in short supply. Laws are created based on demand. Just as many people create storybooks, they also use imagination to make up for themselves. Something that is missing or longed for in life.”
"You mean, the Kingdom of God is also based on imagination?" Shao Xiaoli was slightly shocked.
Imagine? Whose imagination? She suddenly felt a numb scalp.
"Yes." Ning Jiujiu said: "We can use imagination to build a country that exists on the sea of consciousness. Those with higher cultivation levels can use fields or barriers to make this country grand and concrete. The Kingdom of God is Something far higher than the barrier and realm, so..."
"Its origin is likely to come from the imagination of higher-order creatures."
Ning Jiujiu raised his head and looked upward.
"The Dark Lord?" Shao Xiaoli's mind moved slightly.
With stars as the foundation and imagination as the prototype...
"The Twelve Divine Kingdoms encompass almost all the powerful forces in the world. What does this mean? Is this also the imagination of the Dark Lord based on desire?" Shao Xiaoli said slowly as he thought about it.
Ning Jiujiu was also thinking about her question.
"If these are the desires of the Dark Lord, then what does it have?" Ning Jiujiu asked: "Could it be said that it is a meaningless life?"
"Meaningless?" Shao Xiaoli couldn't understand the word for a while.
Ning Jiujiu also denied his statement in his heart.
If it is a meaningless life, how can there be desire? Or does it just want to plunder spiritual energy...
He buried this question in his heart for the time being.
In the flower field where the sun was rising fast, Shao Xiaoli stopped for a while. These sun-facing puppets have shed their past blackness, and have gradually become as golden as satin. They are swaying in the Kingdom of God, and their smiles are becoming more and more sincere.
"Master is really capable. He can also make these evil spirit puppets change their ways." Shao Xiaoli said.
Ning Jiujiu said: "How can we correct evil and return to righteousness? This is how ginseng fruit should be."
With that said, they crossed the barrier of the Kingdom of God and arrived at the second ladder of the Kingdom of God.
The second step is mythical logic.
The first pillar of mythical logic has risen high, straight into the sky, filled with light and indestructible. The scene of Yi's birth was embodied in it. Shao Xiaoli looked carefully for a while and found himself in the crowd.
At that time, I was hiding in a corner of a crowd, wearing a cool red dress and a smile on my face, not knowing what I was thinking.
"Later you were my first teacher." Ning Jiujiu noticed her gaze.
Shao Xiaoli was slightly startled, then chuckled and said, "I'm just giving you back what you taught me."
Ning Jiujiu also laughed: "It is said that it is passed down from generation to generation, but in the final analysis, the same group of people are always reincarnated. If there is a next life, maybe you will still be my master."
Shao Xiaoli quickly said: "How dare you, disciple?"
Having said that, Shao Xiaoli remembered many scenes from her previous life. At that time, she was one of Yi's teachers and specialized in teaching him how to play the piano. At that time, she was the God of Luohe who was proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting, and had both talent and beauty.
That was when Yi was seven or eight years old. She was standing in the long corridor, her long brown skirt brushing the wooden boards. She held the guqin in her arms and knelt softly in front of Yi. Yi knelt down opposite her and saluted her. After calling him "Female Sir", Luo Shenrou smiled softly and began to teach him the piano.
Although Yi is young, his soul is deep-rooted, so he has a calmness that is impossible for others of his age.
But despite this, his hands are still a little bit born with baby fat, and they are not dexterous enough to draw the so-called sounds of nature.
Luo Shen gently sat behind him, leaning against the young man, and taught him how to play the piano. Yi lowered his head and said nothing. Time flies, and they spend three to five years like this. As the boy grows up, he also has a heart that has been through for thousands of years.
"The logic of the second myth seems not complete enough." Ning Jiujiu looked at the picture in the divine pillar and said.
The second picture is of him marrying Chang'e.
At that time, Chang'e was only fourteen years old. She had a whip-combed hair and slightly rounded cheeks. Her original childishness had not faded away. She was different from the goddess above the nine heavens today.
They held hands and walked into a room that was not grand but brightly lit under the gaze of everyone, and made sworn vows to heaven and earth.
The layout of the picture is very small, with mountains, villages, shops, running water, dusk crows, but among them are the gods and immortals who will stir up the storm in the future.
Yi and Chang'e walked into the house.
The shadow of the candle flickered red, and their figures were reflected in the window paper.
"Well...what's not perfect?" Shao Xiaoli asked.
Ning Chang'e said: "On the second day of the wedding, Chang'e and I left the village together and went to the world, but I can't get the memory of this night..."
"Don't worry, you didn't do anything." Shao Xiaoli said firmly.
"How do you know?" Ning Changjiu was surprised.
Shao Xiaoli said a little embarrassedly: "Because, I remember... that night, you came out to me secretly and said that I wanted to eat the Xi rice that I cooked."
Ning Jiujiu felt that this sentence contained a lot of information and was a little confused for a moment.
"How do you remember?"
"The memories I saw when Bai Zang was covered in dust. At that time, I stood on the bridge and set up a stove. You were still wearing wedding clothes when you came. We played the piano by the stream and waited for the porridge to cool down. .”
"What about Chang'e? What... is she doing?"
"She's here too."
"ah?"
"She came later. She brought a quilt and asked us if it was cold. Later we wrapped ourselves in a quilt and sat by the bridge to watch the stars. She also said she liked to listen to us playing the piano." Shao Xiaoli recalled the scene at that time.
At that time, she was already very graceful and beautiful, but the young girl and the young girl still looked pretty.
"Is there such a thing?" Ning Jiujiu fell into self-doubt again.
"Yes." Shao Xiaoli nodded and reluctantly explained: "It is normal for children to like their elder sisters."
She was the big sister at that time.
Ning Jiujiu said: "It must be because of the way you teach."
Shao Xiaoli refused to give in: "It's obvious that you don't have the willpower."
Ning Jiujiu wanted to refute, but Shao Xiaoli choked him to death with another sentence: "Besides, as a master, don't you lead by example? Which of your female students have you let go?"
Ning had nothing to say for a long time, so he could only sigh and call out "evil disciple".
Shao Xiaoli pretended to be aggrieved.
Ning Jiujiu followed the picture described by Shao Xiaoli and sketched out the rest of the myth. The two discussed for a while to further improve the picture.
The next step is to shoot for nine days.
This is an unforgettable image for him.
After he left Luoshu Tower, he fought with True Lord Bai He and was seriously injured, then he dreamed of himself shooting for nine days. Now that he thinks about it, that must have been planted secretly in his heart by evil.
The third pillar of mythical logic is almost complete, and there is not much deviation in memory of the last two pillars.
If the essence of the Kingdom of God is 'fantasy', then the logic of mythology is probably to make up for the fantasy, explaining where it comes from and why it is born.
Everything is going pretty smoothly.
Ning Jiujiu took her to the deeper realm of God.
In the sky, the fragmented sparks were pulled by invisible forces and were slowly gathering towards the center to condense into a light source.
Their figures passed through the temple and reached a higher place.
The light fell off a cliff after reaching its peak.
They came to the barrier between the Golden Crow Kingdom and the outside world.
Shao Xiaoli stood in this mysterious realm, raised his head, and saw a bright sea.
"What is that? It's as beautiful as the starry sky." Shao Xiaoli asked.
"This is the starry sky." Ning Jiujiu said.
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City of Ten Thousand Demons, Tianzhu Peak, Demon Temple, the Queen of Ten Thousand Demons has her hair disheveled and holds bones in her arms. She is sitting in front of the sea of stars, also staring at the starry sky.
This starry sky is what the 'Qionyou Shimu' sees.
This stone eye is one of the four sacred artifacts left by the saint to the City of Ten Thousand Demons, along with the Iron Umbrella of the Nine Spirits Yuansheng and the Divine Bow of the Golden-winged Dapeng.
"Have you seen anything for three hundred years?"
A strange and weak voice sounded.
Beside the Queen of Ten Thousand Demons, a faint golden shadow floated in vain, like a lamp that was about to go out at any moment.
That is the spirit of the golden-winged roc.
That day, after he had exhausted all his strength, he was struck by Ning Jiujiu's full-strength arrow. At that moment, the sea of clouds penetrated through him, and his body, which had been trained for thousands of years, was also defeated by the arrow.
But he is the Great Sage Huntian of the demon clan. The saint is immortal and the souls of the demon kings are immortal. But even so, it has lost its true power. After the soul is reunited in the demon saint temple, its soul realm is no more than the purple. The court is wandering, unable to influence any overall situation.
The Queen of Ten Thousand Demons stared at the sea of stars and said, "I saw many stars."
"..." The golden-winged roc remained silent. He knew that the Queen of Ten Thousand Demons didn't like to talk nonsense, so he waited patiently.
The Queen of Ten Thousand Demons paused for a long time before continuing: "I once thought about a question, and that is whether the sea of stars we see is real."
Golden-winged Dapeng said: "There are indeed many people who have said that the starry sky is false. What is your conclusion?"
The Queen of Ten Thousand Demons said: "I have watched the stars for three hundred years. I have deduced the laws of their movement and used magic to make predictions. It happens that... they all move according to the established laws. This explains what we see. The sea of stars is probably real.”
"Real?" This answer exceeded Golden Winged Dapeng's expectations.
At this moment, it is just a remnant soul and can no longer stir up waves. He feels that the whole world is a scam, and all souls are countless tragedies growing in the scam. And the starry sky is so beautiful, of course it should be fake, and maybe it is just spread on the sky. The cloth, as long as it is removed with huge force, the dark essence behind will be revealed.
"If the starry sky is real, what does it mean?" Golden-winged Dapeng asked again.
The Queen of Ten Thousand Demons said: "What I mean by reality is that the stars we see do exist... but this is actually meaningless. Put it this way, every star we can see is far more massive than the sun. The distance between us is also indescribably far away, and to get to the nearest one, even a practitioner of the legendary three realms would have to spend at least 150,000 years."
As Golden Winged Dapeng listened, he suddenly felt a deeper loneliness.
No matter how grand history is, it is only limited to the starry sky and the Kingdom of God. They have no neighbors in the universe.
"So this magnificent starry sky is meaningless to us. Whether they are real or not, they cannot affect everything here." The Queen of Ten Thousand Demons closed her eyes for a rare moment. She had seen countless difficult things through her stone eyes. An imaginary aggregation of stars, they are truly behemoths. They unconsciously rotate in the universe, hunting for stars.
She had seen the ripples in the starry sky and the cavities of the star sea blown out by the cosmic wind. She understood that they were just lonely people on the spiral arms of the galaxy.
So these years, the Queen of Ten Thousand Demons has not cared about anything in Ten Thousand Demons City. Her emotions have long been castrated by the stars. She wants to go there and die there.
The Queen of Ten Thousand Demons recovered from her immersed emotions and continued: "The vastness and beauty we saw are far away and meaningless, but I suddenly discovered... I can't see the nearby starry sky."
"I can't see the stars of the Six Gods of the Beginning, nor can I see other... According to ancient legends, there is a dead star field in the sky, but I can't see that dead star field with the Qionyou Stone Eyes."
"Assuming that the current God Lord also has a corresponding star, I should be able to see the Spring Scale Star directly opposite me now. It is the star of the ancient Snake Princess, and it should be beautiful... But I can't see it. No one has ever seen it. Pass."
The Queen of Ten Thousand Demons said this.
For a lot of information about the stars, she could only rely on some fragmentary ancient books from four to five thousand years ago.
"You mean, the starry sky near us is blocked?" asked the golden-winged roc.
"Well, there are only the sun, the moon and a lot of gravel... Although those gravels are not small, I don't believe these are the things floating around us." The Queen of Ten Thousand Demons said.
Golden-winged Dapeng never thought about these things.
In the past, he only limited his sights to one city and one country, but in the end he was plotted by Jiuling Yuansheng in every possible way.
Now he can no longer pursue anything else.
"What's the use of knowing all this?" the golden-winged roc sneered.
They are all just waiting to die in this world.
"What is being covered up must be a big secret." said the Queen of Ten Thousand Demons.
"Can you unlock this secret?" asked the golden-winged roc.
"I can't." The Queen of Ten Thousand Demons stared at the stars in confusion, but her eyes quickly refocused: "But maybe someone can."
"who?"
"Unrespectable Mr. Five."
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Unsightly lost light.
The moon that originally illuminated Bu Kuan has now fallen into the Kingdom of the God Fu Fu. Bu Kuan has lost its original power and has become dim. The descendants of the ancient gods in Dahe Town have all entered a deep sleep, waiting for the moonlight to come again. Only the fifth senior brother was still smearing, writing and drawing in the study.
At a certain moment, he felt something in his heart and felt that someone was mentioning him.
He is the first creator of characters in the world, so he has a unique bond with the world's characters. If someone chants his name and writes it on paper in the original ancient ancient characters, he can see it.
No matter the distance.
A few days after this feeling occurred, he would actually get a letter. The content of the letter was not that bizarre, but his eyes stayed on the words 'Death Star Territory' for a long time.
Nowadays, countless people are busy with their own affairs.
The eldest and second child followed their master to suppress Bai Zang, the third and sixth children went to sea to search for traces of the Sword Master, and the fourth child went to the Demon Cave in the Northern Snow Kingdom to suppress the demons who wanted to escape the seal - it was a blood river frozen in the north. , when Gonggong was contaminated by the dark master, he fought a bloody battle with her, fled all the way after being defeated, and finally killed the fourth junior sister in the North Kingdom.
Everyone performs their own duties, and if it is not impressive and cannot function, even if he has some ideas, he cannot implement them.
Let’s wait until after the lunar eclipse...
The fifth senior brother looked at the deep night sky and put the pen aside, worrying whether the younger junior brother was ready.
Time moves at a similar speed all over the world.
In the Golden Crow Divine Kingdom, Ning Changjiu led Shao Xiaoli down the barrier of the Divine Kingdom and returned to the temple.
They visited other arrangements of the Golden Crow Kingdom together, and then returned to the main hall of Huanpu Mountain.
It was already late at night, but Lu Yuanjian had just woken up. She walked out wearing soft single clothes, met Shao Xiaoli, and asked about the income from the retreat.
Ning Jiujiu stretched out his hand and gently brushed away the fine velvet stuck in Lu Jiumei's hair.
"I've had a good rest, do you want to continue practicing?" Lu Marian was still a little sleepy.
Ning Changjiu shook his head and said, "I can't do it today. Let's go to Nanzhou for a walk."
"Huh?" Lu Marian was confused, "Let's take a walk? Where are you going?"
Shao Xiaoli was very excited: "I want to accompany Master and Mistress."
"Um."
Ning Jiujiu took out a thick piece of clothing and put it on Lu Marion. In the night, the three of them left Huanpu Mountain hand in hand.
Ning Jiujiu came to Baicheng with them.
Baicheng is the city of Zhao State. According to legend, someone once ascended here. After his body died, his white clothes fell back to the ground, dyeing the bricks and tiles of the entire city white. Back then, Ning Changjiu, Zhao Xiang'er and Lu Jianjian had left many memories here.
"You still have the nerve to bring me here?" Lu Marry said, pretending to be angry: "It was here that you left without saying goodbye to keep your three-year appointment."
"Is there such a thing? Master is so hateful." Shao Xiaoli knew that Lu Jiaomai's family status was relatively high, so he naturally turned towards her.
Ning Jiujiu was unable to argue, so he had to ask for mercy.
The two of them recalled the past and boarded the ascension platform lightly.
Ning Changjiu and Lu Marry came back once before, and the two of them did some things, but now that Shao Xiaoli was around, they never mentioned it.
"What are we doing here tonight?" Lu Marion asked calmly.
Ning Jiujiu said: "Look at the stars."
"Why don't you look at the stars at Huanpu Mountain, which is higher?" Lu Jiaojiao asked.
"The stars here may be more beautiful." Ning Jiujiu said.
"Master is so boring." Shao Xiaoli said with a smile.
Lu Mariani guessed something. Baicheng was the territory of Zhao State, and this was the most special place of Zhao State besides the imperial city. Maybe the Suzaku Empress had left something behind.
The three of them sat down on the ascension platform.
Ning Jiujiu found a stove from nowhere and actually cooked porridge on the ascension platform. This scene was similar to what he saw in mythological logic.
The porridge was boiling, and the three of them were talking to each other.
The night breeze is pleasant and the sky is full of stars.
Ning Jiujiu quietly held Lu Marry's hand and closed her eyes.
His consciousness flew towards the starry sky.
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(Thanks to book friend MrGreedy for the tip! Thank you for your support~)
(Friendly recommendation: "A Good Night": How People Kill the Creation of Imagination)