"Is this the first time we meet?"
Sitting on the high roof, with each tile under her feet bigger than her, the Green Leaf Ancestor smiled as she looked at Jianchou who was still standing in front of her after the mirror was shattered.
Jianchou had thought that he would be seen through, but he didn't expect that the other party would see through him at the first sight.
He is worthy of being the one who understood the Nine-Bend River Map in just half a day.
She followed with a smile and walked over, sitting beside the Green Leaf Patriarch, gazing at the vast and boundless ruins, and said, "This feeling is quite wonderful. People living in the world may be hypocritical when they are awake, but once it is night and they close their eyes, all the suppressed, hidden, and unknown things during the day appear in dreams. Sometimes it is very direct, and sometimes it is just a symbol. So now that I think about it, I feel that this Dream Goddess is really smart. Looking at people from dreams, maybe you can see what you need."
"But if you find everyone like this, while you are peeking into their dreams, you will also allow your dreams to be peeped into by others."
The Green Leaf Ancestor's fingers stroked across the huge pattern on the roof.
She looked up at the snow-white sky and the dark sun, and said, "Aren't you worried at all?"
"I have lived an honest life, so why should I be afraid of people watching me?" Jianchou didn't care at all, and there was a sense of remoteness in his eyes. "And only in this way can I know who among the forty of us is Meng Tianmu. Anyone who I can't find, or who I find but doesn't show me the dream, is highly suspicious."
“That’s a wonderful idea.”
But the only one who dares to use it, or has the ability to use such means, is in trouble.
Green Leaf Patriarch suddenly became curious: "What did you see in my dream just now?"
Jianchou was silent for a moment, but did not hide anything. He said truthfully, "I saw you in the Tomorrow Star Sea that year, and you threw the Nine Bends River Map away."
“But you didn’t ask me why I stood by and watched when I knew it was the silent demon who ascended to Shangxu.” The Green Leaf Ancestor looked at her.
Jianchou said calmly, "There may be many people in the world who like you, but you don't have to like many people. Their emotions and feelings have nothing to do with you. And things in this world are mostly accidental, and most are inevitable. Everything we do will change the world and others. If her position is high enough and her power is strong enough, even if she doesn't want to change the world, it will be inevitable. Her existence itself is change."
So, why does Green Leaf Patriarch need to pursue his inner demons
Her words really hit the nail on the head. They were something no one had said before and touched people's hearts.
After hearing this, Green Leaf Patriarch remained silent for a long time.
Maybe I am seriously experiencing my current mood
After a while, she smiled: "That being said, I sometimes wonder if I hadn't thrown the River Map to someone else, there would be no future events. It shows that people are not omniscient and omnipotent. They will be confused about what they did in the past, and even have inevitable regrets. What about you now? All your fate is in your hands, you can manipulate it at will. If you were to go back to the past, what would you want to change?"
“I don’t want to change my past.”
She cultivates the "Way of Myself". Every self in the past was the best self at that time. She does not feel that there are any regrets in this world that need to be made up for, nor does she feel that there are any choices that she is unwilling to make.
Jianchou's face seemed very peaceful.
The black sun in the sky fell into her eyes and became just a tiny black dot floating in the warm white reflection.
"But if you ask me to say something to my past self, I'm afraid..."
She blinked, thinking of the female cultivator who tore off her wings at the Zuo Sanqianyitai meeting, and then she curled her lips slightly and murmured, "I will have better..."
*
Thousands of waterfalls are rushing down, and people on the boat are drifting like a leaf. When falling from a height, people will mistakenly think they are flying.
But the next moment was intense pain.
The dream before him seemed to explode in the depths of his mind. Xie Buchen held the ruler and couldn't help but raise his other hand to press down on his throbbing temple. The bottom of his dark eyes was like a lake in winter, frozen by ice and snow.
When he looked again, all the magnificent and terrifying scenes had disappeared. There was no one in the ruins where he was now, but the exaggeratedly large scars covered the entire ground.
The entire city seemed to have been completely destroyed.
There was hardly a single intact brick or tile anywhere in sight.
He naturally thought of the giants he had seen before, especially the axe-wielding giant who was gathered in the middle...
There has never been such a huge building in the Shangxu Immortal Realm, and there has never been a giant of such a huge size in this universe.
Is he smaller, or is the world bigger
In Xie Buchen's mind, all kinds of possibilities popped up one after another, but when he raised his eyes and saw Jianchou, all these possibilities disappeared, replaced by strong vigilance and fear.
She walked past a broken white tile, and the dark sunlight fell on her, making the patterns on her mountain and river robe appear much deeper and darker.
The sword is in my hand, but the fragrance is gone.
Jianchou seemed to know that he was here, or he came here for him. When he saw him, there was no surprise in his eyes.
The ink ruler flipped between his fingers, and Xie Buchen had already held it tightly.
Jianchou walked over and smiled at him: "We are already familiar with each other. We have been in situations more dangerous than this before. Why are you still so nervous when you see me, Brother Xie?"
She was relaxed, even her palms were just loosely pressing on the crack in the sky.
Xie Buchen didn't believe her at all: "In the past forty-four years, I have also thought about whether what Daoist Jianchou said was true or not. After all, it sounded so true. But now it seems that it is worth discussing whether you said it was not you who killed me. You don't have to kill me directly, you can also set a trap for me to jump into."
Jianchou had long guessed that he would think of this link, but forty-four years later he still ascended to Shangxu, which proved that he did not know where the most critical point was.
Because she erased the last two sentences of the River Map.
She stopped near Xie Buchen, looked around, and said, "You have also seen the River Map. I think what you and I are seeing now is Pangu's hometown, right?"
In various legends of the past, Pangu was called the "Ancestor of Mankind". It was said that he led the human race to migrate to this world, and protected the human race in the battle with the gods, allowing the human race to preserve fire during the long night. When the long night ended, this universe became the current universe.
But there is never a word about Pangu's past.
Where did he come from? Why did the human race migrate? And what kind of person is hidden behind these simple and stereotyped words "the ancestor of mankind"
Everything is a mystery.
There is not even any mention of it on the River Map.
Xie Buchen had seen everything that could be seen in the entire Yuanshi Realm in the past forty-four years, so he had naturally thought about this question that was destined to leave him clueless. If it were a suitable time, he felt that Jianchou would definitely be a confidant who was suitable to discuss this matter.
But now, he didn't even want to listen.
He was already able to judge clearly: at least, he had fallen into Jianchou's trap when he set foot in the wilderness.
Seeing that he had no intention of responding, Jianchou couldn't help but sigh in his heart at his vigilance and sharpness. He was a little worried whether he could get what he wanted this time.
But I had no choice but to give it a try.
So at this moment, she was too lazy to speak and just stretched out her hand and raised it!
The distance between her and Xie Buchen was rapidly shortening at her fingertips!
Just a moment!
Before Xie Buchen understood the meaning of her action, a "ding" sound was heard in the void. When the distance was shortened to a certain limit, a silver mirror suddenly appeared, and Jianchou's fingertips just hit it!
It was like a dot on the surface of a lake, causing ripples to spread out.
The figure of Xie Buchen on the opposite side was quickly covered by the mirror.
Jianchou finally saw it—
Thank you for the dream!
It is the new grave of that year after the rain in the empty mountain.
After writing "The Tomb of My Wife Xie Jianchou" on the tombstone, he sat cross-legged in front of the grave with the black-sheathed sword placed flat on his legs.
I only heard him murmur faintly, "The soul is good, the spirit is evil..."
In the blink of an eye, the rain started to get heavier.
Everything in the world became blurry.
When it became clearer, we were already at the back mountain of Kunwu.
The room was filled with the smell of books and ink, and there were tens of thousands of books in the house. He sat behind the curtains of the wooden house, reading a book and listening to the rain.
At this moment, there was a sudden movement between heaven and earth.
The endless raindrops falling from the sky stopped, and something came out from deep underground, but the moment it broke out of the ground, its original form was finally completely destroyed.
When Xie Buchen raised his head, he saw only a stream of ink that gradually faded from thick to thin.
He closed the book and thought deeply.
Looking down again, there was only a narrow hole about an inch long on the ground.
However, all this was not what Jianchou wanted to see.
She frowned slightly, almost thinking that he didn't have what she wanted in his dream.
Fortunately, the next moment, the rain in the mirror stopped.
Still in Kunwu.
At this time, Xie Buchen had changed into the Taoist robe of the Kunwu abbot, came down from the Hall of the Heavens, and returned to this wooden house that had been there for many years.
He opened the brass lock and pushed open the door.
On the wall on the left, there was a long sword hidden in a black sheath hanging!
Seeing the sorrow, I couldn't help holding my breath.
She saw him walk in, open the scroll of the Nine-Bend River Map from the table, and look at it for a long time, as if he had made some decision.
He closed the Hetu and stood up from behind the desk.
Finally, he walked under the wall, took down the ordinary sword, and then spread out his palm.
In the palm of his hand, a golden seal suddenly lit up!
The walls are gone, the cabins are gone.
The place where Xie Buchen was now had actually turned into the hidden world of Qingfeng Temple!
The giant Buddha is still there, his fingers spread out like lotus flowers.
He raised his hand and gently placed the sword into the Buddha's palm.
At the moment when the "pop" sound came, Jianchou finally laughed: "So it's here..."
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