"Depend on!"
The bard was once again frightened and fled in panic, escaping into another corner.
"Peng!"
A falling rock fell from the sky, almost killing him, but was suddenly caught by a hand as gentle as jade.
"careful."
This warm and magnetic sound is heart-stopping.
The bard raised his eyes and was surprised to see a man in front of him who was wearing a jade crown and a white robe, dressed as a wealthy scholar. He looked about twenty-seven or eighty-years-old.
The man has a pure and white face, plump and heavenly, eyes as bright as stars, a straight nose, lips like jade, plump and handsome, and a refined temperament.
"More, more life-saving grace."
The bard was dumbfounded. Such an extraordinary-looking man definitely seemed to have a great origin.
He had nothing to say in return, so he could only take out a dirty apple from his arms and hand it over.
"E-eat?"
"What is this?" The scholar's eyes were starry and he looked at it with a smile.
"Apples, apples, are something that only exists in the earthly world. In the spirit world, you can't eat them easily..." The bard stuttered a little.
The scholar glanced at the black stain on the apple without leaving any trace, smiled and declined, looked towards the long street, and pointedly said: "What you said, your knowledge is extraordinary, how could you end up in such a situation?"
"Oh my God!" The bard pulled the vegetable leaves above his head and cried bitterly. "Has someone finally understood me? Are you willing to believe that what I say is all true?"
"Yes." The scholar nodded slightly.
The bard cried "Wow" again, hugged the scholar's thigh, and complained while wiping his nose while awake. The bitter water poured out as if he couldn't spit it out:
"I'm miserable!
"After so many years, I finally met a close friend. The profession of 'poet' is really not something that only one person can do.
"After all, I was the old man who composed the ballad 'Ten Seats' back then, and I was on the same world-famous level as the spiritual refiners of that era.
“I didn’t expect that times have changed and I can’t even make money. I just want to make ends meet…
The bard picked up the apple, took a bite of a clean vegetable leaf, and said sadly: "We still have to rely on this method!"
Scholar: “…”
He finally pulled his legs out of the arms of the poor poet, and he didn't care about the strange liquid on his clothes. He frowned and said, "Did you write the ballad 'Ten Seats'?"
"It's me!" The bard raised his head, patted his chest, and there was more sparkle in his eyes, "How about it, is it catchy?"
"It's quite cool..." The scholar hesitated for a moment and then asked, "But is the order wrong? For example, why isn't the first one in the same position as the last one, and why is the second one not in the same order as the second to last one?"
"Ah this?" The bard was startled, fear flashing across his face.
Over the years, he has indeed been beaten by many people because of the order of the "Ten Seats" songs.
For example, in the sentence "Qui Leihan, the eight acquaintances, the gods and ghosts are unpredictable in the sky", in the Eastern Sword God Heaven, too many people think that the "eight acquaintances" should be ranked first.
But there is no way to change it!
I thought I had met a close friend and could talk about some romantic and interesting stories from the past, but I never thought that this guy dressed as a scholar and looking easy to talk to was also struggling with the order of the ten seats.
"What's wrong with this?"
The bard forced himself to stretch his head, trying not to let his momentum weaken, and argued: "Besides, there is really no way to change it. Once the position is changed, I won't be able to continue editing!"
The scholar was choked for a moment.
"My abilities are limited, hehe, I'm sorry..." Seeing that the wealthy scholar had no urge to hit anyone, the bard laughed at himself and gnawed on the apple again.
"The benefactor must have found me because he had a question to ask?" He quickly raised his eyes again, because he simply didn't believe that someone would save a dirty person like himself for no reason.
"Yes." The scholar nodded.
“Tell me everything I know, and tell me everything I know,” the bard declared.
The scholar smiled and pointed to the long street and said: "What you said there is very insightful. I want to ask you, do you still know the whereabouts of the fifth gate of the Sky City, the 'Qilin Gate', which is also the 'Void Gate'?"
"Uh." This time the bard's expression froze, "I don't know..."
"I really don't know. Still can't or dare not say it?" The scholar did not give up and asked curiously.
The sincere expression on his face really made it impossible to lie. The bard gritted his teeth and responded seriously:
"I won't hide anything from my benefactor. If you want me to know, even if it is on the Guizhe Holy Mountain, I will point it out to you, because I am not afraid of death...
"But now, I really don't know. I'm just a bard who only knows how to talk, otherwise I wouldn't have gotten to where I am now..."
He had a look of helplessness on his face, and his eyes were full of the vicissitudes of being tortured by life.
The scholar frowned slightly, with a pretty face, and then said: "Then do you know other ways to enter the Void Island besides these five gates?"
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Void Island... The bard chewed on this word and looked at the person in front of him in surprise, thinking that you have an extraordinary background.
But he showed no abnormality and replied seriously: "Yes, as long as the benefactor finds the Void Order, he can enter the Sky City!"
The scholar was helpless: "I just don't have the Void Order..."
"Then there is another way!" The bard racked his brains to give his benefactor a reward, and said: "There is a sixth door in this world that allows the benefactor to enter the city in the sky effortlessly and even make a sacrifice. There’s no need to do any rituals.”
"Oh? What is it?" The scholar was quite interested.
"The Gate of Time and Space!"
After the bard finished speaking, he sighed again:
"But the benefactor should not be found. The 'Gate of Time and Space' has the ability to travel through all time and space. If nothing else happens, it should be sealed in the forbidden area of the 'Negative Gate Clan' in the Central Region.
"I only have some insights, but no actual ability to help my benefactor. I'm really sorry."
After listening, the scholar fell into deep thought.
"Your words have awakened some memories in me...
"The Gate of Time and Space should not belong to the Negative Gate clan anymore..."
he murmured.
After a long time, he lowered his head again, took off a small ornament with a black thread on his neck, handed it over and asked, "Can you recognize this thing?"
The bard took the trinket and found that it was a small piece of wood the size of two thumbnails, and the workmanship was extremely rough.
Door-shaped.
The word "time and space" is engraved on it in crooked characters.
“…”
Seeing this, the alley suddenly fell into dead silence.
After a long time, the bard held the wooden imitation and raised his eyes to look at the scholar, trying to see if the other person was joking.
But I found that the scholar looked back with an extremely serious and curious look, and the expression on his face was full of true curiosity.
what does it mean!
The bard went crazy when he saw this, his expression became unnatural, and he twitched his mouth slightly: "If my knowledge hadn't appeared... well, if it was disordered, it... shouldn't be the 'Gate of Time and Space'? It should be like a talisman. Of…fake?”
The hope on the scholar's face suddenly turned into disappointment.
The bard was shocked by what he saw.
What kind of rare creature is this
Did you never receive the influence of worldly darkness when you grew up
How could you be so naive
He dared to hand over a piece of wood just by touching it, and yet he was so serious... What kind of ridiculous answer were you expecting me to give
Seeing the bookshelf withered wooden door being withdrawn in a sluggish way, the bard felt a sudden sense of powerlessness in his heart.
"correct."
He seemed to have thought of something and stopped worrying about what he had just done. He chewed up the core of the apple and swallowed it, and said solemnly:
"I haven't asked my benefactor's name yet. I can't help with anything else. But if your benefactor wants to gain some fame, I can help you compile a poem or something and spread it around."
"Similar to the 'Gouwa Poem'?" The scholar said with a smile as he tied back his collection of pendants.
"Uh!" The bard's expression froze and he scratched his head, "That's just the tip of the iceberg of my strength!"
"No need." The scholar waved his hand and refused, taking steps to leave.
"My benefactor can't let me not even have a name to repay my kindness, right?" the bard shouted at his back.
This actually made the scholar pause for a moment.
But he didn't look back and spoke in a normal tone: "Repay if you want, but just repay the favor in your heart. I don't seek worldly fame... Besides, my name is Kong Yuhen."
Spare time to hate
The bard held the vegetable leaves in his mouth and thought to himself that this is really a very good name.
But as soon as he thought about it, a good sentence came up, and he didn't need to think about it as hard as usual.
The article was written by nature, and it was accidentally acquired by a good hand.
The bard didn't care. From time to time, when he had this kind of literary thought, he immediately shook his head and chanted:
"What do you think of this sentence, benefactor? It will definitely help you spread your fame...
"Yue Zui~Drinking~I have free time... Ugh!"
The words suddenly stopped.
The bard seemed to have thought of something, his legs shrank, and his calves began to tremble.
When he looked up again, the wealthy man in front of him, dressed as a scholar, had disappeared without knowing it.
Stare at the corner of the alley, then glance towards the alley entrance, then raise your eyes to the sky, and finally look at the ground...
The bard trembled with his lips and stared with an expression of disbelief.
"Is there any spare time to hate?"
"Is he the one who has nothing to hate?"
…
A place shrouded in mist.
In my original impression, it should be a fairyland.
You can see the ruined tall stone monuments, the wall panels of ancient buildings full of traces of the vicissitudes of time, and the moss-covered roads that look like no one has ever stepped on them...
The swordsman Gu Qingyi fell into deep thought.
He stayed in place for a full quarter of an hour.
However, what lingers in my mind is still the same question that arose when I first arrived here.
"What the hell is this place?"
From the moment the ancient door was opened in the deep sea, everything changed.
After Gu Qing was pulled into the ancient gate, he seemed to have entered another world.
It wasn't that he didn't want to leave, but it was a bit difficult, and his mind was a little confused, so he had to stop and think about some things.
The gravity here is at least a hundred times that of the Holy God Continent, and the swordsman's weak body makes it difficult to move.
The deep sea forbidden magic barrier is gone, which means that this place should not be in the deep sea, and Gu Qingyi can also use the little bit of spiritual energy in the air sea.
But these made him even more puzzled.
"Is that a portal
"What should I do now
"Second Junior Brother is still waiting for me on Guyin Cliff. He won't be tired of waiting and scolding me, right? The communicator is also unusable, and it seems that Master can't be contacted either...
"What the hell is this place!"
The feeling of loneliness permeates the mottled streets of the ancient city.
Gu Qingyi vaguely felt that this feeling was somewhat familiar.
He was finally startled.
Because when I was in Dongtianwang City, I also had this weird feeling every time I looked up at the city in the sky that covered the sky.
"Could it be that this is the City in the Sky
"Void Island? Outer Island?"
A look of shock flashed across Gu Qingyi's face.
He could not imagine that the door in the deepest part of the deep sea would actually connect to the Void Island in the highest part of the sky.
These two extremes never seem to intersect.
But now it seems...
Ridiculous, isn't it a true portrayal of everything and everyone that happened in Dongtian King City after the appearance of the Sky City
"It's time to move..."
Lifting his steps heavily, Gu Qingyi did not run into the distance immediately, but struggled to reach the stone monument shaped like a lake more than ten steps away.
He hesitated for a moment, then stretched out his hand to wipe off the moss and dust on the stone tablet, but felt that this might be dangerous.
"Keng!"
The evil sword Yue Lian was slightly pulled out. The sword was only a finger away from the scabbard, and a cutting sound of "chichichi" sounded in the void.
Then the sword returned to its sheath, and the dust and moss on the stone tablet rolled away, revealing its true appearance.
"Void Island!"
Three big words completely shattered Gu Qingyi's last hope.
He was a little happy, but also a little anxious.
The good news is that the city in the sky is a city that everyone yearns for. If you get there first, you will surely find more opportunities.
What I worry about is that I have entered this ghost place, but on the premise that there is no way home, even if I get more opportunities, what if the opportunities follow me and die on the Void Island
Gu Qing, who was walking hard, thought as he crossed the Void Island stone monument.
Not long after, he stopped and saw many tiny scratches scrawled on the back of the stone tablet that people climbed up to.
When I took a closer look, it was densely covered with many... names
There were some things that Gu Qingyi didn't recognize, so he ignored them.
But with such a glance, in addition to those he didn't recognize, he could also see many story characters who only appeared in ancient times.
"Hua Weiyang, Cheng Xue, Xiao Hei, Feng Wuhen...
"Oh my god! What does this mean? Have all these swordsmanship seniors been here?"
Gu Qing looked horrified.
If you are an outsider, you may not recognize these names.
But he is the next generation successor of the Sword Tomb. He not only has knowledge of kendo, he also understands the history of kendo.
It is rumored that Gulouying, the sword god of the Eastern Region, has nine great sword masters under his command.
Among them, the Great Sword Saint Hua Weiyang is extremely accomplished in phantom swordsmanship, and has even introduced new ones, almost surpassing the Sword God.
And the remaining few…
Snow in the city, snow in the city, snow in the famous city.
This was also one of the nine great sword masters at that time. After being accidentally killed by his best friend, he used the sword as a monument and became the famous sword "Tomb Name City Snow" in later generations.
His best friend is called "Xiao Hei". He is a murderer and has been in a state of obsession all year round. He is also the first sword holder of the Four Ferocious Swords.
As for this "Feng Wuhen"...
In the history of swordsmanship, he is the only outstanding swordsman who competed with the sword god Gu Louying for the title of "Sword God", but lost in the end, but also gained the reputation of "The Divine Sword Feng Wuhen".
"Feng Tingchen", one of the Seven Sword Immortals in the world, if nothing else, should be the direct descendant of "Divine Sword Feng Wuhen"...
When Gu Qing thought of this, he was completely stunned.
He used to listen to these kendo histories as novels.
But looking at this monument in front of us now, is it possible that the characters and history in the past really existed and were all real