Zhuo Yu's figure was swept away by the raging cyclone in the black hole and disappeared in an instant.
In the bottomless cave, the hurricane was whirling, and from time to time, a few dark cracks flashed by. Those black crescents that could tear apart space flashed by with silent terror, like a hideous demon face with a smile on its face.
Lin Yin stood at the edge of the cave, looking at the abyss, and felt her legs go weak. She couldn't understand how Zhuo Yu could jump down from here without hesitation.
"I used to hate him and said a lot of bad things about him." Lin Yin rubbed the white knuckles of his other hand. "When we were in school together, I threw sand in his food and secretly put glue on his chair."
"Me, me too." Ding Lanlan covered her arm with one hand, her arm shaking uncontrollably from the exhaustion of fighting. "I was beaten down by him in the ring last time, and I was not convinced. I don't know how many times I cursed him behind his back."
The two looked at each other and saw the fear and anxiety in each other's eyes.
"Do you think they can come back?"
"Yes...Yes. I can, I will definitely come back."
Sometimes people grow up in an instant.
Young girls, born into wealth and raised in the peaceful fairyland, developed habits of being arrogant and inconsiderate of others.
This was the first time I had come into contact with the true evil of the world. On the battlefield of life and death, I could not help but feel ashamed when I recalled the childish behaviors that were hated by everyone and dogs during my childhood.
In the dark and deserted cave, a somewhat tattered bag passed through the chaotic space and fell to the ground with a snap. Zhuo Yu climbed out of the bag, put away the damaged Hunyuan bag, and found himself in an unfamiliar cave.
The Hunyuan Bag was once the sect leader's famous magic weapon. It was said to be a treasure left by the sect's ancestors. When the sect leader Dan Yangzi passed this magic weapon to Zhuo Yu, he was opposed by countless people.
Even with such a magical weapon, it could not completely protect Zhuo Yu when he passed through this strange cave, and he still suffered serious injuries.
Zhuo Yu stretched out his limbs and lay on the damp and cold ground, looking at the chaotic top of the cave and sighed.
The night before he left, Master personally called him to his side and gave him instructions.
"The journey to the Demonic Spirit Realm is full of dangers. To be honest, our Guiyuan Sect has been getting more and more comfortable in recent years. Although this batch of disciples are quite powerful, they are all inexperienced. You are the only one who can make me feel more at ease. You must pay more attention to those junior brothers and sisters." The master placed his wrinkled palm on his shoulder.
"Zhuo'er, as my master's disciple, the burden on your shoulders is naturally heavier than others. Thank you for your hard work."
Because of his master's words, even though he was not very sociable and could not fit in with the group, he walked silently at the front of the team along the way, spreading his spiritual sense and being cautious. When others were laughing, picking flowers and twisting grass, and setting up camp to rest, he was tense and fully alert. In every battle, he was the first to rush forward.
Even so, two people were lost by accident.
One of these two people is a highly anticipated disciple from the beginning, and the other is a young but powerful genius girl. If they were left here, I don't know how long the master would be uncomfortable with his personality.
The master is already very old, and sometimes appears to be in low spirits. Zhuo Yu is unwilling to admit that this is a sign that his practice has reached the end and his life span is coming to an end.
He just didn't want to see anything that would make his master sad, and he couldn't go against his master's instructions.
Zhuo Yu walked out of the damp and dark cave, and suddenly there was light in front of him. There were countless caves of different sizes on the mountain wall.
Coming down from the cliff, he found several tombstones at the foot of the mountain. The tombstones were very old, but the two offerings placed in front of the tombstones were very fresh. One was a plate made up of various exquisite snacks. Those unique snacks had appeared in the hands of Junior Sister Zhang Xiaoxue several times. The other was fruits and flowers that could be used to make medicine.
Zhuo Yu pondered for a moment and felt that the two items should have come from Xiaoyao Peak and Xuandan Peak. The fact that the offerings were placed here showed that the two people had stayed here not long ago and even worshipped their ancestors. This at least showed that their condition at that time was not too bad.
Thinking of this, Zhuo Yu breathed a sigh of relief and carefully looked at the stone tablets in front of him. There were eight stone tablets in total, most of which were made within the past few hundred years. Zhuo Yu was born in Qingjing Peak and studied under the head of the sect, Dan Yangzi. He was more familiar with the history of the sect and various unknown inside information than the disciples of other peaks.
The sect has been stable in recent years, and there has never been an incident with heavy casualties, except for the incident that happened three hundred years ago.
Of the ten disciples who entered the Demonic Spirit Realm through the Yuxing Dao, only two of them were seriously injured and struggled to return. Even the Jindan stage leader of the team died here.
The disciples selected in the competition were said to be rare geniuses. But almost all of these highly anticipated disciples were wiped out. The only ones who returned alive were the current head of the sect, Dan Yangzi, and the master of Xuan Dan Peak, Kong Ji.
Zhuo Yu stood in front of the tombstones and slowly clenched his palms.
Eight tombstones, eight people.
Xu Kun.
This name popped up in Zhuo Yu's mind. The champion of that year's competition was named Xu Mingkun, a brilliant disciple. Even in that era when talents emerged in large numbers, he was known as a genius disciple that was rarely seen in a century.
When he first joined the sect, his state of mind was a blazing prairie fire. He cultivated a superb fire technique and shone brightly on the stage. No one could beat him. Even the young head of the sect was no match for him. In that era, the state of mind of a blazing prairie fire had a very nice name, called "candle dragons everywhere".
Who would have thought that this disciple, who was highly anticipated by the sect, would be seduced by evil spirits as soon as he entered the demonic world, betray his sect, and even kill his fellow disciples who came with him with his own hands.
After that cruel incident, when the sect recruited disciples, they were very afraid of the fire-related state of mind. They would change color when talking about fire and feel disgusted when seeing fire.
The former phrase "Zhulong everywhere" was changed to the disdainful phrase "Liuhuo everywhere".
Zhuo Yu clenched his fists again and again. It was because of such a person that he was born with original sin as soon as he entered the sect, and spent his entire repressed childhood under the contemptuous and scornful gaze of everyone.
At this moment, the roar of battle could be heard faintly in the distance. Zhuo Yu climbed to a higher place and saw that the road in the valley extended in two directions.
On the left, you can see a colorful jade gatehouse standing in the middle of the road, behind which is a colorful carved building with green tiles and flying eaves, and colorful clouds reflecting the sky. On the right, you can see a black rock building with a corner vaguely exposed, and behind it stands a solitary tower, looking down on the high walls, filled with smoke, dim and misty.
A stream of green spiritual energy rose up from the direction of the black door. It was a unique feature of Xiao Changge's wood spiritual power.
Zhuo Yu turned around to take one last look in the direction of the Caiyu Gate Tower, then used his spiritual power to fly in the opposite direction.
At this time, in the Joy Hall inside the Caiyu Gate, Mu Xue was lying on the edge of the table, carefully looking at the small metal block floating in front of her. The small metal block with four smooth sides was floating in the air and rotating slowly.
Mu Xue was concentrating, her eyes were full of concentration and excitement, her breathing was slow and regular, with a strange rhythm between her inhalation and exhalation, gradually matching the frequency of the rotation of the square. At the moment when her breathing frequency was most harmonious, a little light flashed on her fingertips, and she accurately and steadily touched the center of the small square.
A little light lit up, and the square box flipped open. A little silver light was like a newly sprouted sapling, slowly growing a complex root system made of spiritual power and lush branches. It was like a small silver spiritual plant hanging in the air, drawing spiritual energy from the nine heavens above and the essence of the thick soil below. Although it was small, the spiritual power circulated in it, and it was self-sufficient and endless.
"It worked." Mu Xue clasped her hands together gently, raised her eyes and looked at Cen Qianshan beside her, her black and white eyes were filled with excitement.
"The spiritual energy self-circulation array is the result of my many years of research. I didn't expect that you could fully understand it after just looking at it for a while. You can even make a simplified model immediately." Cen Qianshan stared at the person in front of him, "Really... amazing."
It was exactly the same as it was back then, the look of the master immersed in the art of refining, her eyes lit up with a bit of ambition to win, focused and excited, her face beaming with smiles, her fair skin glowing with a faint sheen under the reflection of the spiritual light, revealing a joy and excitement that welled up from the heart.
Back then, I was deeply attracted to this master, and was unable to extricate myself.
"Learning from others is nothing. The most valuable thing is to be the first to conquer it." Mu Xue shook Cen Qianshan's hand vigorously.
If such a circulation array is installed in the puppet's body, it can constantly replenish and absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. Even if the spiritual stones are exhausted during the battle, it can slowly recover itself. In a sense, it is similar to the human cultivators' practice of extracting spiritual energy."
"Sometimes I wonder," Mu Xue rested her arms on the table, looking at the spiritual tree hovering in the air and slowly rotating, "When puppets have a rich perception system, an energy self-circulation system, can think, and have emotions. Then they may be a kind of life."
She craned her neck to look at Cen Qianshan,
Cen Qianshan was also looking at her.
"Perhaps we humans are puppets created by the ancient gods."
"Perhaps even we ourselves are just a kind of advanced puppets."
At almost the same moment, they said the same thing.
The two of them understood each other and smiled.
Cen Qianshan has handsome features and clear outlines. When he doesn't smile, he looks aloof and world-weary. But when he smiles like this, it's like the clouds are parting and the moon is shining, the hibiscus blooms at night, and the ice in the spring stream melts. Mu Xue, who is right next to him, was stunned. Xiaoshan was so beautiful when he smiled. Why didn't she notice it back then
Life in the fairy world these years was very comfortable. But when she came here, Mu Xue realized that the most relaxing and enjoyable time was when she was huddled together with Xiao Shan, doing her favorite research on chemical arts.
Relaxed, happy, in tune with each other, generally like to indulge in the art of weapon training. Equally brilliant, tacit understanding, sometimes the other party doesn't even need to say much, the other party understands your thoughts.
The reason why I didn't pay attention to his appearance back then was because something more important than appearance had already attracted each other and we were in sync with each other.
"I also realized something new in Dongyue Temple. Come, let me tell you."
A faint light flashed on the tip of Mu Xue's index finger. She raised her hand and slowly approached, tapping Cen Qianshan's brow. This is called heart transmission, which does not require words or ears, but only requires telepathy to be passed on to the heart.
Cen Qianshan watched as the jade-like fingertips, with a little light, touched his forehead, and a subtle tingling sensation spread across his skin. At that moment, he and his master's mind were connected. The master's technique of changing the puppet's form and switching from solid to liquid at any time was passed on to his mind without reservation.
The warm feelings that Master had for him seeped into his heart unexpectedly like flowing water.
This kind of teaching technique is very intimate, and it is mostly between master and apprentice. Mu Xue used it naturally at this moment, and she didn't even notice anything wrong.
When she pulled her hand back, someone suddenly grabbed her wrist.
"Eh?" Mu Xue wanted to step back, but the man held her so tightly that she had no chance to break free. The force on his wrist even pulled her forward.
"You... still have nothing to say to me?"
Mu Xue was stunned for a moment and opened her mouth.
Cen Qianshan's heart felt a little bitter and a little sweet at this moment. The bitterness was that the master still refused to recognize him, and the sweetness was that the master still loved and pitied him as before.
He leaned closer and looked at the pair of lips that were slightly parted in a daze. The lips were a bit light in color, the lip beads were full, and the corners of the mouth were slightly upturned.
That was what he had dreamed of all his life, longed for for more than a hundred years. He wanted to get close to and explore the most beautiful place in the world. All those years of repression, endurance and grievance suddenly had a chance to explode, and he wanted to muster up the courage to do something rebellious.
Yes, that's it, come on, master, kiss it, kiss it...
With only his head on the table, Qianji shouted in his heart,
Unfortunately, things don't always go as we wish. There are always fools in this world who don't understand romance.
Shan Xiaojin, who was born only a few days ago and still inexperienced in the world, rushed in from the door holding a piece of paper high in his hand. He ignored Qianji's fierce look at him and rushed towards Mu Xue and Cen Qianshan, instantly dispelling the courage that Cen Qianshan had finally mustered up.
"Look, I found a note." Shan Xiaojin, holding up a green lotus leaf, jumped onto Mu Xue's shoulder. He tilted his head to show his trophy to Mu Xue and shared with her the contents of the note.
It was half a page of old rice paper that had been crumpled into a ball and was now wrinkled.
Mu Xue spread out the paper and saw only a few lines of words written hastily and messily on the yellowed old rice paper.
"That demon follows me everywhere, always watching me. It speaks sweet nothings and tempts me in every way, but it is just taking advantage of my painful and vulnerable moments to lead me to fall and devour me. I must not be distracted, I must hold on to one thing and observe my heart like a mirror..."
This sentence is written in a very messy way, and the last words "watch your mind like a mirror" are repeated several times. It can be seen that the heart of the person who left the letter has long been restless.
"When I am dozing off while sitting, I always see him. I also see many ghost faces and god heads. When I am in silence, my emotions are empty and my heart is still, I will not be dozing off while sitting and will not have demons when I sleep."
Mu Xue was also very familiar with this mantra, which came from the "Enemy Demon Poem" and was the secret method used by Guiyuan Sect disciples to resist the inner demons. The person who left the book seemed to be a disciple from the fairyland.
"Keep your original intention, don't fall into the devil's way, keep your original intention!!!"
Finally, the character "heart" was drawn with a heavy stroke, and a large dot of ink spread out, covering half of the page of paper.
Mu Xue flipped through the page again and again, but could not see any other writing. The page of rice paper had turned yellow and brittle, and it was obvious that it was left there many years ago.
"Xiao Jin, where did you find you?" Mu Xue asked.