This deep ditch and moat is a ground split, like a wide-open mouth, black and dark, and it is impossible to see the eyebrows below. I threw away the lantern talisman, until the dim talisman light was completely engulfed by the darkness, and the lantern talisman did not end. Empty darkness shrouded in all directions, and the bottomless crack was like a cage waiting for them to get in. Qi Yin remembered the bottomless abyss in the tomb of the White Deer God.
Where is the end here? Is it the depths of the earth, or the underworld
"I have to go down and have a look." Qi Yin said, "The old witch said to go deeper, to a place called Youli Diyuan. I'm afraid there is no place deeper than this." He tied the immortal rope around his waist. Handing his head into Fu Lan's hands, he said, "I'll go down to explore the way first, you guys are waiting for me here."
"Youli Diyuan," Yun Zhi scratched his cheek, "It sounds like another name for the underworld."
Qi Lingshu came over and tied a rope around his waist, "Qi Yin, I'm with you."
"No, I make it alone." Qi Yin said.
Qi Lingshu glanced at him lightly, and repeated: "Together."
The meaning of his eyes was unclear, Qi Yin was stunned for a moment, and said, "...Okay."
The two stepped on the cliff and descended sharply at the same time. The swish hot air poured into his ears, and the further down he went, the thicker the darkness, like the color of ink that could not be melted, Qi Yin sometimes thought he was blind. The temperature is also rising, and the crack in the ground is like a big boiler, steaming hot. It shouldn't be lava below, but looking down, there is no light at all, only empty black.
When it was halfway down and away from the people above, Qi Yin said, "Little Shishu, do you have something to tell me?"
"Keep the secret for me." Qi Lingshu whispered.
"What secret?"
Qi Lingshu pursed her lips, "Don't pretend to be stupid, Qi Yin."
Qi Yin smiled silently, "I don't know any secrets, little uncle. What you want to do is up to you, I won't interfere. Of course, if it's useful to me, just say it."
The people on the side stopped for a while, and suddenly stopped. Qi Yin was stunned and stopped. There was silence in the darkness, the steam was so hot that one's forehead hurt, Qi Yin was sweating all over, as if he was about to melt. Qi Lingshu finally opened his mouth and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry."
Qi Yin was puzzled and said, "Shouldn't it be thanks?"
"Master left a message at the end of his life, and what he was thinking about, only ordered me to find you and take refuge. I should take the responsibility of the elder brother and take care of your well-being. However, along the way, you are always paying attention to me." There was difficulty in Qi Lingshu's voice. Covered in annoyance, "You murdered your father alone, opened your chest to change your heart, Wu Yuli watched your life, and the world forced you to go to a dead end, but I have not been able to protect you at all. Under the Jiuquan in the future, I will never have a face. Meet the Master."
This guy, who carries a lot of boring things on his shoulders all day long, is not afraid of being crushed to death. Qi Yin sighed secretly and shook his head, "You can protect me for a while, but how can you protect me for the rest of my life? I am not your responsibility, and I don't want to be your burden. Little Shishu, I have my own way to go."
Qi Yin remembered the day when Fu Lan died, he smashed his head, blood splattered all over his face, and crawled in the dust like an ant, only in exchange for the cold eyes of the so-called Xianshan Sect Master. No one listened to his cry, no one pitied his weeping. When a catastrophe fell from the sky, no one could help him. Only by holding his own knife can he hold his own life and protect his beloved.
He continued: "I'm not the Qi Yin of the past, you don't have to worry about me, but think about your own troubles." He freed his hand and patted Qi Lingshu's shoulder, "Although I said no, but I I still want to say a few words. I used to be very cowardly, thinking about this and that, always refusing, shrinking, afraid, and hurting my brother's heart. It was only after he died in the Wufang Killing Array that I realized that fate and time both No one waits, if you don't say it, you may never have a chance in your life."
Qi Lingshu was silent for a while before saying: "It's not the same, Qi Yin. Didn't you find out, among us, you cultivate the secret method of Wuluo, I cultivate the magic sword of the mind, and Fulan was born in Bashan, so there is no need to talk about it. Only Yunzhi , Yiyifeng returned to kendo, and never abandoned it. In those days, Xianshan talked about Taoism and counted all the younger generations, saying that I was a disciple of the master, and there was no first disciple. No, the real genius of kendo is your senior brother. ."
"Little Martial Uncle, you praise him too much," Qi Yin didn't believe it at all in the eyes of a lover, "He's been hanging around all the time, you don't know, when Feng returned, he was asked to practice swordsmanship. It's still hard to drive the bull, and every day I'm punished by the master to kneel."
Qi Lingshu shook his head and said, "That's it, I practice my sword every day with roosters crowing and resting at sunset, and the shadow of my sword is a little inferior. If I don't use demonic energy, my sword skills are still under the cloud. Regardless of swordsmanship, let’s talk about the way of heart. These days, you and I have been in chaos for several times. You will not mention it for the time being. , witnessed the tragic death of his parents. If he didn't mention it, who would have seen that he was so aggressive in his childhood?"
Qi Yin was stunned, the little uncle said it right, Yun Zhi that kid was laughing and joking all day long, and even if he knew about the inhuman tragedies he had when he was a child, he always suspected that he made it up himself and deliberately made the girl pity.
"Don't be afraid of disasters, don't be afraid of hardships, if there is a way in the world, it should be like this." In the darkness, Qi Lingshu thought of the young man, dressed in tattered plain clothes, a long sword with regrets, with flowers and smiles, shaking thousands of miles, Better than the wind. How could he use vulgarity to weave a power fence and a net to trap that geese-like person? That guy, how can the love of men and women stumble on his heels? Qi Lingshu said word by word, each word was sonorous, "Yun Zhi keeps the Tao as one, and his mind is clear. It is not that the flowers are silent, but the flowing water is unintentional. In this case, I will be by my side as a close friend, not to mention the wind and moon, and not to cross the thunder pool. Qi Hidden, promise me, if you get out here, don't mention it again."
After he finished speaking, he continued to descend. A figure flashed in the darkness, and when Qi Yin saw it clearly, he was already several feet away. Qi Yin was a little stunned, is there really anyone in this world who can see through life and death? He touched his chest, the only hot blood in this cold heart was flowing only for a dumb guy. After all, he is a layman, who cannot learn Taoism and see through the world. What he fears is not life and death, but endless loneliness. Even if his body was shattered, his broken hand would still hold Fu Lan's shirt.
Without thinking any more, Qi Yin loosened the rope slightly and fell again. After a whole stick of incense dropped, the skin and eyes gradually became burning and painful. After lighting the lamp talisman, I found that the surrounding area was covered with gray poisonous mist. Qi Lingshu said that this is lava fog, and if you breathe too much, you will die. The two covered their mouths and noses, set up the barrier, and continued to descend. It took another half a stick of incense to see the ground below. Qi Lingshu was about to land when Qi Yin put out the lamp talisman, patted his shoulder, and said a few words silently.
"keep quiet."
Qi Lingshu's brows moved, and his eyes asked him what was different.
"Heartbeat," Qi Yin lip-mouthed him, "everywhere, there are countless heartbeats."
He was right, heartbeats filled the area for three miles. Weak and light, the rhythm is even, like many light snare drums united to beat together. It sounds like a lot of things are sleeping underneath, and when the animal sleeps, the heartbeat slows down. The two looked at each other in the dark, and stepped on the ground carefully. The soles of their feet were muddy and potholes, and their shoes were full of sticky mud. The surroundings were frighteningly hot, and two people stood under the ground cracks, like steamed buns on a hot pot, and the top of their heads was steaming with smoke.
Looking around in silence, there is a piece of empty space around, and there is a line of red light in the distance, which is probably a magma river. There are many crumbling stone parapets around, hidden in a pile of hot, sticky mud. There is a sculpture of Fuxi on the parapet, which is different from the one in the front corridor of the temple above. It seems that these parapets were painted much earlier, Fuxi's cheeks were deliberately carved indistinctly, and there were residual colors around. Qi Yin guessed that these colors depict Fuxi's divine light. According to Wu Yuli's fantasy of the Battle of Heaven and Death, and Bailu's description, Fuxi's face is covered in a layer of golden light all year round, making it difficult to see.
It seems likely that the people who carved these stone paintings had actually seen Fuxi with their own eyes.
After searching for a while, there was still no one in sight. There is only a heartbeat, but there is no one, not even a monster, and there is no trace of Murong Xue and Yu Shishi. But those heartbeats were all around them, beating quietly and quietly as if there was no one else around. Qi Yin felt that something was wrong, and a lamp talisman was lit. In an instant, he and Qi Lingshu were both startled.
The white and white flowers bloomed all over the dark underground, and the silent white, like dead snow, stretched all the way to the end where Fuguang was not visible. The thin white petals are born from the dirty black mud, but they are not stained with dust or filth. There is a heartbeat under each flower, and they bloom silently in the dark, stretching to the unfathomable center of the earth.
"Shenhua Fulan." Qi Yin whispered, "We found it."
They tugged on the rope and motioned for the person on top to come down. Qi Yin walked along the wall and looked up at the murals. The lines of the murals are simple, even rough, and they seem to be very old antiques. Not only Fuxi but also Nuwa are painted on it. It is about the myth that Fuxi Nuwa created a man from earth. I saw two great gods with human snake tails holding a small clay figurine and blowing a fairy breath at it. In the next painting, the clay figurine is already alive, rolling around among the Fulan flowers. It's just that all the murals are only half, and the bottom half is buried by the silt layer, so it's hard to see clearly.
I was fascinated by it, and I didn't pay attention to whether Qi Lingshu followed. The heartbeats around him changed their rhythm at some point, and they jumped faster and faster. Qi Yin's eyes narrowed, and he vigilantly held the Gui Mei sword behind him. The heartbeat is getting louder and louder, as if countless unknown things wake up in the dark. But the god flower is not at all different, it is still a small flower quietly. Countless heartbeats suddenly appeared behind the parapet, rapidly approaching Qi Yin. Qi Yin took a step back, and countless pale arms burst out of the wall, grabbing at Qi Yin with their teeth and claws.
Just as he was about to draw a sword, a sword was one step faster than him. The cold sword light flashed by, and all the arms were cut off at the same time. Fu Lan pulled Qi Yin's collar back and said, "There are a lot of heartbeats here, Xiao Yin."
Qi Yin said, "Isn't that Hua's heartbeat?"
"Hua doesn't have a heartbeat, and there are people buried underneath." Fu Lan tilted her head and looked at him for a while, then reached out to touch the top of his hair, "Brother, you are so stupid."
When his brother called him stupid again, Qi Yin was a little discouraged. He wanted to protect Fu Lan, but Fu Lan rescued him every time. Qi Yin frowned and said, "These are divine flowers. I thought divine flowers were different from our mortal flowers, and it's not unusual to have a heartbeat... Well, I'm just stupid." He pulled Fulan's sleeve. , "Brother, do you dislike me for being stupid?"
Fu Lan shook his head and said seriously: "I don't dislike it, stupid and cute."
Being described by such soft words, Qi Yin was not very happy. When will his brother feel that he is mighty and strong, and that a bird is nestled in his arms like a human being, waiting for his protection
Just as he was thinking, there was another noisy heartbeat behind him, and countless ghost hands broke out of the wall again and held Qi Yin firmly. The parapet in front also stretched out a ghost hand and pinched Fu Lan tightly. Qi Yin stuck his whole body against the wall, a ghost hand grabbed Gui Mei and the golden sword, and jumped back like a snake, disappearing at once. Qi Yin squeezed hard, but Gui Mei didn't respond.
Looking at Fu Lan in a blink of an eye, it was the same situation. These ghost hands were so fucking thieves that they even knew how to disarm. Qi Yin and Fu Lan launched the Winter Technique at the same time, and the dazzling ice flowers climbed up the ghost hands, but those pale arms were still shaking wildly, and the Winter Technique was useless to them!
"I don't have a sword anymore, who the hell still has a sword!" Qi Yin yelled.
"Master is here too!" Yun Zhi and Qi Lingshu came over with their swords.
Yun Zhi rolled over and landed, the white silk hairband flying in the air. This was a very unrestrained action, but the moment he landed, his knees suddenly softened, he stumbled, and almost fell to his knees.
"Missed mistake." Yun Zhi was ashamed, busy with his right hand, rushing into the stone wall beside Qi Yin with a whimper of regret, blasting a pocket-sized hole, and the splashing gravel hit Qi Yin all over the face. With such an impetus, no matter what monster is hidden in the stone wall, a part must be removed. However, the next moment, more pale arms rushed out from the crack, densely twisted into a pile like a twist, making one's scalp numb.
Qi Yin was the closest to them, those arms seemed to have eyes, and they touched Qi Yin's side. At this moment, Qi Yin could see these hands clearly, without palm lines, cold and sticky, pale as wax. Are these all corpses? Qi Yin was secretly startled. All the ghost hands pressed down on his face like crazy, Qi Yin's face was almost deformed, he roared with difficulty: "You bastard, are you trying to kill me!"
Before he finished speaking, the ghost hand grabbed his head and hit the stone wall. His grandma's, these grandsons, use his head as a hammer! Then more ghost hands grabbed his shoulders and dragged him into the stone wall. A disgusting smell of pus came out, and Qi Yin sank half of his body into the stone wall. I couldn't see anything in the darkness, and I could only feel the frenzied surging of countless arms beside me. Seeing that Qi Yin was about to be pulled in, you regretted turning a corner and cut off the arm that was holding Fu Lan. Fu Lan immediately jumped to Qi Yin's place and grabbed Qi Yin's legs. He is extremely strong, and there are countless pairs of ghost hands pulling Qi Yin, but with his strength alone, he actually pulled Qi Yin out little by little. Hei Mao and Qi Lingshu also came to help, pulling each other side, Qi Yin's trouser leg cracked a big hole, revealing more than half of her bare legs.
"Everyone, I have a wound on my arm, so I won't help. I'll sing a song for everyone to cheer up!" Yun Zhi played the sword and sang Shiba Mo.
This bastard! Qi Yin gritted his teeth and tried his best to open his eyes, when he suddenly saw something flashing in front of him. Is it ignorance! Qi Yin stretched out his hand and tried his best to reach for his sword. The group of people behind him kept pulling him, and he kept going back, getting further and further away from the thing. Qi Yin's heart was anxious, and she tried to push forward, finally holding the thing in the palm of her hand. Outside, Fu Lan suddenly exerted strength and dragged him out.
It was stuffy inside for a long time, almost not suffocating. Qi Yin sat on the ground and took a deep breath, opened his palm, and saw a golden ring.
"Earrings?" Yun Zhi said, "Master Yu's? They must have been dragged in."
"It's not hers," Qi Yin pinched the golden ring, which shone brightly under the talisman light, blinking like pupils, "Have you forgotten, we have seen it in the tomb of the gods. The golden sinner figure. Coffin, this thing hangs under its ears. I have seen this earring in the memory of the old monster." His face was ugly, "This is not Master Yu's earring, it is the earring of the old monster."
"Has he been here before?" Qi Lingshu said solemnly.
"It's also possible that he's here." The black cat said leisurely, "We'd better pray that we don't meet him. He who was 500 years ago will definitely not be easier to deal with than after 500 years."
Qi Yin remembered the appearance of the old witch when he saw Fu Lan. It turned out that he was not familiar with Fu Lan, but the part of Fu Lan that resembled Wu Yuli's aura.
His father's sword was taken away by those ghosts, and Qi Yin was upset when he suddenly found that his brother was missing.
"Where's my brother?"
"In front, idiot." Bai Lu's voice suddenly sounded beside his ear.
"Can you remind me before you speak next time?" Qi Yin said, "It's like a ghost all day."
Bai Lu rolled his eyes, "Young master kicked you, okay?"
Qi Yin stood up and walked forward. It's close to the magma river, and the surroundings are lit up. Fu Lan stood on a piece of rock, staring at a huge boulder above the scarlet magma in the distance. The gigantic stone is located in the center of the magma river, and the rushing magma seems to revolve around it. The stones were full of pitted holes, big and small, like scars with deep, visible bone. A black-sheathed black-silver sword was deeply inserted into it, and the exposed black-silver blade was as cold as snow.
It still has a violent killing aura left, and everyone can feel the blade-like murderous aura. The cold and murderous black cloud generally suppressed this area, and even Shenhua's heartbeat was sluggish.
Fu Lan stretched out his hand towards the black silver sword, the blade vibrated, and the stones rustled and fell to dust.
With a loud roar, the Xuanyin Saber flew into Fu Lan's hand. Fu Lan looked down at the knife, the pure black scabbard, the blade condensed with moonlight. He asked softly, "Xiao Yin, is this the bone cutting knife you gave me?"
Qi Yin was a little stunned. This knife was exactly the same as Fu Lan's bone-chopping knife, but the bone-chopping knife had just been swept away by the ghost hand. After a while, Qi Yin suddenly realized that this was indeed Fu Lan's bone-cutting knife, but it was the one from five hundred years ago. Fu Lan came to the depths of the earth, pulled out the bone cutting knife from the pitted big stone, took it out of the ruins of the temple, and left it in the Binghai Tianyuan.
"Hey, the bone-cutting knife..." Bai Lu said, with his sleeves on his back, "I forgot to tell you, this is a knife that the young master used his antlers as fuelwood and struck with his own hands. It is a peerless witch knife enshrined in the Bashan Temple."
"Who left it here?" Qi Yin asked in his heart, touching the gold earring he had just picked up, "Could it be the old monster?"
Bai Lu sighed faintly, "Do you remember what I said, there is no divine breath here."
"That's right."
"Look at this secluded earth again, what does it look like?"
Qi Yin looked up and saw that the Diyuan ran north-south, with some twists and turns, and was blocked by the magma river in the middle. There are several parallel stone pillars on the gray dome, which are uneven, as thick as two men hugging each other, like... rows of pale ribs.
Qi Yin took a deep breath, "Like a dead boa constrictor."
"That's right, stinky boy, the so-called Youli Diyuan is actually Fuxi's corpse. You guys are standing in Fuxi's stomach now." Bai Lu looked through Qi Yin's eyes and looked at the broken giant Round Stone, "And that big rock is Fuxi's heart. My great witch came here. At that time, Fuxi may have been sleeping or may have been exhausted. All in all, my great witch used a bone cutter and pierced through it. This is the oldest heart between the heavens and the earth. Their battle must be fierce, at least the sky is shaking, the stars are hanging upside down, and the ruins of the earlier temples are buried deep in the ground. Come on, my great witch has not been idle for a moment during the hundreds of years since he left the tomb of the gods. The silly brother who created you, draws the spiritual energy of the mortal world, and…”
Qi Yin took his words, word by word, every word was startling.
"Hunt the gods."
It turned out that those degenerate gods were hiding in the underworld, and only dared to use their heavenly eyes to spy on the world, because of Fuxi's prohibition of reaching the sky, but also because of a reason they were ashamed to open their mouths - to avoid Wu Yuli's hunting and killing. This is true despair. The gods who walked the earth in the past are facing irreversible decline, like a dim star, losing its original brilliance. The gods kept Bailu's heart and waited for Qi Yin thousands of years later, because Fuxi saw the fate of Bailu's genocide when they died in battle 3,000 years ago.
They can't save the world, and they can't save themselves.
"From now on, Fuxi will only live in the myths that you tell your children. In this world, there is no god Fuxi anymore. It's like..." Bailu looked at the sea of his heart, the snow-white waves rose and fell, " There will be no more Bailu Jiang Yang."