"White jade in the sky..." Yan Qiushan relied on his years of field experience in dealing with antiquities to make out the words on the picture, "Gong?"
When hit by the lamp at the corner of the table, sparkling light appeared on the map, making Yan Qiushan unable to squint his eyes. He hurriedly put away the map, glanced around quickly, took advantage of no one's attention, bowed his head and quickly left the bar, got back into his car, locked the doors and windows, and placed the abnormal energy monitoring, and then carefully looked at it that map.
What is "Heavenly White Jade Palace"
Didn't the White Jade Palace let the emperor sink into the pond... No, did it sink into the sea
The author has something to say: In the Ancient Book Restoration Section of the Bureau of Different Controls, there is a record about the "White Jade Palace". It is said that it was built by King Gaoshan Weiyu before his death. After the death of King Weiyu, all the valuables inside were confiscated by the Emperor, leaving a useless empty shell, which was burned and smashed before sinking into the ground—anyway, this thing was built to show off its wealth, A group of iron smelters also have no architectural taste.
So far, the "White Jade Palace" has only a stalk. As a symbol of the evil slave owners and fish people, it is often cited in literary works. Its real wreckage has long been submerged in the South China Sea due to changes in the earth's crust. According to experts' deduction, the former site of the White Jade Palace of King Weiyu should be next to the tomb of King Gaoshan where 108 child corpses were unearthed—there is also relevant information in the tomb of King Gaoshan stored in the Qingping Division to support this conclusion.
So, where is this "Heavenly White Jade Palace"
Director Xuan's posture when he chased them out just now was like a launch vehicle, with his ass hanging from the fire, and his face about to kneel down the keyboard out of the complete works of Shakespeare. Zhang Tu should also be His Majesty's private collection.
Could it be that there were some treasures in Weiyu Palace that were inconvenient to take away at that time, His Majesty drew a map to mark it, and waited to go back and clean it slowly
Not right.
Although Yan Qiushan is not an expert in historical geography, he also has common sense. In addition to the destination, the map has to draw the surrounding environment, which land is next to it, what mountains and rivers are nearby... Otherwise, there was no latitude and longitude positioning in ancient times. Do you know whether the large abrupt area on the picture is in the sea or in the ditch
But this strange map really only draws a bare isolated island, surrounded by some kind of unknown text - he guessed that it was text, because there are many changes, the combination is extremely complicated, and the amount of information contained is very large. It's not like a simple decorative pattern.
Staring at the words for a while, Yan Qiushan felt that the words seemed to come to life, and they began to twist according to a certain pattern, which dazzled the eyes. ", the surface of the "drawing" suddenly appeared like water waves, and ripples appeared in circles, rolling towards the edge. At the same time, small colorful characters written in simplified Chinese gradually floated up.
The characters are written horizontally and vertically, neatly like printed characters, and the lack of horizontal and vertical is much better. Only a few characters occasionally have more strokes and less strokes, which cannot be seen without careful digging.
Yan Qiushan was stunned, and quickly took a picture with his mobile phone, feeling a little flattered.
This is... that His Majesty wrote it specifically for him
Speaking of Sheng Lingyuan, in fact, in the illusion of the nightmare beast, he actually felt the unnaturalness of Xuan Ji's flashing past. That kind of stiff and cold reaction cannot be explained by "the embarrassment of being uncovered about the embarrassing things in childhood". He felt that there must be half of the story in the illusion, and he could probably guess that the interrupted second half might have something to do with the identity of the sword spirit. Because Xuan Ji suddenly regretted the matter with Yan Qiushan, the regret came quickly and suddenly, like saying something wrong in "WeChat", for fear that it would not be withdrawn after timeout.
But... how about just pointing it out directly
Sheng Lingyuan weighed it for a while, but in the end he held back and just pretended not to know.
Xuan Ji has always been concerned about his spiritual body, but Sheng Lingyuan thought, since he has got rid of the sword body, it means that the "root of the disease" is gone, and the wound will always be healed by himself and time, anyway, the two of them finally have no shortage of time now , When Xiaoji put it down, she would naturally say that she didn't need to pick his sore spots out of curiosity. After all, there are priorities. If it is not a poison that seals the throat, why bother to cure it? It wasn't for his own good, it seemed like abuse.
"Self-cultivation" should be like walking on thin ice, and the "Qi family" should not be too discerning.
For example, to be a parent, it is best to pretend to be deaf and dumb; to be a caring person, sometimes you have to be confused; to treat elders, you must know what you know, but don’t take it too seriously; to treat juniors, although you must pay attention to precepts and deeds, you should let go or let go . These sages have taught that although Sheng Lingyuan's six relatives are not close, he has raised his elder brother's orphan. According to the "strategy" of the sages, he has been raised well.
This gave him the illusion that he was particularly good at grasping the "scale of advance and retreat".
Indeed, as long as you can stay out of things and be ruthless, there will not be so many things in the world that are "continuously cut and messed up".
It's a pity that Xuan Ji is his desire and love. Love, hate, and sea are like a bowl of paste, which can make everything unclear, so how can he be calm and measured in everything
While Sheng Lingyuan forced himself to pretend to be confused and "let it be", he couldn't help thinking about Xuan Ji's words and deeds in the nightmare beast illusion three thousand years ago several times. Reluctant to ask Xuanji, he "reviewed" all the classics he had read about refining weapons, and compared them carefully to confirm them, which made him sleepless for half the night. Xuan Ji's phone that lights up suddenly disturbs her.
So Xuan Ji walked forward, and Sheng Lingyuan followed him out, and the biting night wind slapped him on the face, and he began to feel that he was a little ignorant of what he was doing, and he was simply full.
"No disease, no pain, tossing and turning", that was really the worry he had when he was in Dongchuan in his teens, Sheng Lingyuan had forgotten what it was like, and now he picked it up again. Strange to say, Xuan Ji is obviously an old monster thousands of years old. He has tasted the wind and sand for hundreds of generations, and he has eaten a stomach full of evil hearts, but his wings seem to be connected to time and space, and he can always move without any effort. Brought Sheng Lingyuan back to his youth—Lian Jing and his mind, the more he lived, the more he went back.
When he stepped into the night scene of the world, His Majesty had already ridiculed himself enough inside and out, and planned to laugh at himself, and confessed to Xuan Ji, if he could make that person laugh, it would not be in vain for him to drink the cold wind . Unexpectedly, when he arrived, he happened to meet Yan Qiushan holding an energy sensor and looking for people in the bar.
Team Yan was as stiff as a marionette. Sheng Lingyuan was afraid that his appearance would make others uncomfortable, so he didn't show up right away. He just found a dimly lit corner next to them and waited for them to chat, and he didn't hide his breath.
For a master, not deliberately hiding it is almost equivalent to saying hello generously. Of course, mixed-race descendants like Yan Qiushan can't feel it, but Xuan Ji should have noticed it within a mile of Sheng Lingyuan.
Who knew that Xuan Ji was absent from home today, even when Yan Qiushan entered the bar, he only got his attention by walking in front of him and making a noise, but he never noticed a shining big demon growing in the booth next door.
Sheng Lingyuan couldn't laugh or cry, and he couldn't understand the foreign wine list, so he just ordered a strange "colorful water" to pass the time, and listened to Xuanji's advice to Yan Qiushan to "be a good person"... never expected, Heard such a follow-up.
When Sheng Lingyuan came back, the glass in his hand was broken, and the cold wine and glass shards flowed all over the table. The sound of glass shattering was covered by the jazz music, and the shards scratched his hand a few bloody holes.
For so many years, he has always felt that he did not protect his little sword spirit well, and that the body of the Heavenly Demon sword was destroyed because he was powerless. Even in retrospect, the sword spirit in the center of the storm seemed to be dead at that time, without saying a word. The sword that had cut off the demon king's head was like a piece of lifeless iron, even if those people smashed it... and knowing that the teacher Dan Li was nearby, the sword spirit seemed to accept his fate, neither asked for help, nor defended himself.
Sheng Lingyuan had given him reasons for all these abnormalities - his little sword spirit had been imprisoned by the human race since birth, and he went through life and death for the human race, so his heart was chilled.
Dare to love is either helpless and chilling, or pushing the boat along the way!
That guy lay down in the coffin first, ready to be buried in the ground!
Such a magic sword, even a hatchet is not as good as he is obediently.
what is this
Sheng Lingyuan's natural personality is relatively calm, and after cutting his heart once, his emotions are not easy to fluctuate. Counting it, the few times in his life that the seven orifices have smoked, almost all because of Xuan Ji's evil obstacle!
He almost left on impulse, threw away this bastard thing, and from now on, he will never raise red-feathered pheasants again.
Fortunately, the two legs under the seat "turned their backs to the master", no matter how much fire broke out in the master's altar, they were stuck in place like needles in the sea, and would not move an inch. Sheng Lingyuan was dragged so hard by the two "twenty-five boys" below his waist, he wished he could chop it up quickly, he had no choice but to hold his thumb in the palm of his hand, pressing several joints back and forth seven or eight times, the joints were so painful. The more he looked at Xuan Ji, the more angry he became, so he could only look away from Xuan Ji and throw it on Yan Qiushan, while silently reciting the formula for calming the mind and qi.
Just staring at Yan Qiushan so carelessly for a while, as the storm-like anger fell, Sheng Lingyuan was suddenly touched by the depression between the brows of the former Captain Fengyi, the kind of ice-like anxiety when he was desperate, grasping The stubbornness of refusing to let go no matter how hopeful he was, reminded him of himself in front of the sword furnace back then.
"Wishful idiot."
Sheng Lingyuan sneered, and then grabbed it in the air, and the ice cubes in the ice bucket on the table turned into water vapor, and spread out on the table with his gestures, turning into a piece of "paper" made of water. Sheng Lingyuan recalled for a moment, and a map in his memory was quickly outlined on the "water paper". Then he lightly tapped the remaining half of his glass of cocktail, and the colorful liquid turned into a pen, leaving colored writing on the water paper.
"This picture is hidden in the royal seal of Weiyu, and it is written in the scriptures of the alpine esoteric sect. The esoteric scriptures are silent and silent, and cannot be recited."
"According to legend, the picture is the hometown of Gaoshan people."
"Gaoshan people are one of the ancient innate spiritual beings. Their ancestors lived in the fairyland among the clouds on the sea. Translated into the official dialect of the Central Plains, they are called "Heavenly White Jade Palace". Since then, he has occupied the land of Gaoling and made a living by refining weapons."
"Because of thinking about the homeland, the royal palaces of all generations are named 'White Jade'."
"In ancient books such as "Haiguozhi" and "Dazong", there are a few words to confirm the location of the White Jade Palace in the sky."
"When Weiyu was in power, Tantric texts had been lost for a long time, and the theory of 'White Jade Palace in the sky' had already become a myth in Gaoshan. Pondering the old things of the Gaoshan people, I have some experience with Tantric texts... "
At that time, the sword furnace was destroyed, Weiyun also fell into the soil, and Sheng Lingyuan became a ruthless true demon. There was nothing in the world that could touch him, but it was like carrying fragments of the Heavenly Demon Sword with him. The relics of the Gaoshan tribe have also become his habit-no meaning, just to pass the time.
The original picture of "White Jade Palace in the Sky" is not so big. It is a miniature version. It is painted on a jade base of Weiyu Wangxi. It is very delicate. It is a master of Gaoshan people's craftsmanship. . When Sheng Lingyuan was preparing to pass on the crown prince, he traveled all over the world and encountered a storm in the East China Sea. He used the shark language to clear the way. Unexpectedly, as soon as the shark language was uttered, the legendary alpine esoteric scriptures that could not be recited "flowed".
He inadvertently discovered that the lost Esoteric scriptures of the Gaoshan people were actually related to the Yuren language.
Sheng Lingyuan had nothing to do on the road, and tried a few Yuren languages he knew, and found that different Yuren languages would trigger different Tantric scripts, as if those Tantric scripts were the written form of the Yuren language.
The mermaid is an important material for the Gaoshan people to refine their weapons, and because of this, their clan was exterminated. If Quanxia knew, they would probably be able to entangle with the Gaoshan people to the eighteenth level of hell, but the ancient Tantric text of the Gaoshan people actually came from the same source.
It's interesting to think about it carefully - because the mermaid people live in the deep sea, while the alpine people live by the sea, but they are not good at water by nature. Most of the people in the tribe are landlubbers, and they don't make a living by fishing. In the past, when going out to hunt sharks, you had to rely on complicated tools. People in Gaoshan are notoriously greedy for money and afraid of death. If there is any danger, they will hide away. They will not leave their settlements, let alone take the initiative to explore the deep sea. Mermaids can't leave the water, and they rarely come to the shallow waters of the sea. The two tribes are not related to each other.
So... why did the earliest alpine people think of using sharks to refine weapons in large quantities? Why is there a habit of using shark oil to light lamps
At that time, a naturalist of the Qingping Division put forward a guess, thinking that the legend of the "White Jade Palace in the Sky" of the Gaoshan people was probably true, and that this humanoid race probably came from the "immortal city" floating above the deep sea, like a mirage.
With nothing else to do, Sheng Lingyuan compared the Tantric texts he had collected with the Yuren language, and tried to decipher some key words on the map based on the responses of the Tantric texts. It is not surprising that there are many words such as "sacrifice for refining weapons, atonement for sins". People in Gaoshan have always regarded weapon refining as a kind of magical thing as the foundation of their clan, and folk songs often refer to "spiritual tools". Comparing it to "keys" and "roads", it seems that their killing and locking spirits has become a kind of self-cultivation. In addition, he also found the "precepts" written in Tantric scriptures. The strange thing is that one of the precepts seems to be "do not harm sharks".
As we all know, the key to refining weapons is the "poison" in the blood of sharks. To get the poison, one must not only kill the sharks, but also torture them.
How to refine the weapon without harming the sharks
The mermen wiped out the clan, and the merman language has been lost for a long time. If you are as knowledgeable as Danli, you can only use some spells that can be used as spells in the sea. There may be misreading and mistranslation, so Sheng Lingyuan is not sure if he understands it wrong. At that time, he was ready to bury his bones in the abyss, his heart was like stagnant water, he just passed the time, and he didn't delve into it. After all, whether it is a mermaid or a mountain person, they have become old relics submerged in time, the last forging weapon. The master committed suicide, and the sword furnace has been sealed for many years. The White Jade Palace in the "heaven" and "underground" is even more meaningless.
Thinking about it now, if his interpretation is correct, then there is only one possibility—that the barbaric method used by the alpine people in later generations to kill and refine weapons with shark blood is not an orthodox method of refining weapons.
The real refining method is probably not that cruel at all.
This also explains many weird and unreasonable things in Gaoshan culture. For example, the spirit bases are all murder weapons. It is a bit too shameless to use the killing of mermaids and the confinement of creatures to refine weapons as self-cultivation; another example is "Tian Er"— Master craftsman—often, he must be mild-tempered and peaceful. Why does craftsman, such an unreasonable craft, have such a requirement
And if people in Gaoshan have always regarded sharks as livestock that were killed for materials, why would their sacred ancient Tantric script echo the language of sharks? At least the human race will not bother to interpret what the pigs, horses, cattle and sheep are "saying".
"Weiyun was alive, and once told me that the farther he went in the art of refining, the more he felt that refining should not be like this. One day, he wanted to find out the real method of refining, which is a pity."
"If there really is a 'Heavenly White Jade Palace'..."
Under Sheng Lingyuan's gaze, the "pen" turned into a cocktail was only a short section, and the tip of the pen paused slightly.
"Chiyuan has been rekindled, many ancient ruins will appear, and the fairy city on the sea may one day reappear."
"The body of Tongxincao is strengthened every three years. Every three years around the Mid-Autumn Festival, just ask Xuan Ji to send the strengthening charm to you. If there is no accident, it will be fine for thirty to fifty years."
"Although the patriarch Suzaku is ineffective, after all, it is inconvenient to use refining magic after the bird has become a real spirit. After 30 to 50 years, if you can't find the fairy city on the sea, you and macaroni will be old. If you don't change your original intention, you can come here before the deadline Find me, and I will help you infuse the sword spirit with your remnant body."
Sheng Lingyuan stretched out his hand and flicked it lightly, rolled the water map into the shape of a fish scale, and called the waiter to settle the bills for the two tables. Seeing Xuan Ji just realized that he was there, his eyes swept over hastily, and he melted away without saying a word. As a black shadow, it disappeared in place.
Xuan Ji chased out from the bar, expanding his audio-visual senses to the extreme, and all the sounds around him rushed into his eardrums—the young white-collar worker in the bar who was anxious about the future was pulling his friend to talk in a low voice, and the company's annual meeting in the restaurant next door seemed to be going away. When it came to the lottery draw, the small trolley selling fried chestnuts was closed, and the tricycle squeaked and walked against the wind... Farther away, there were laughter and curses staged by thousands of households at the same time, but they couldn't find it everywhere. To the trace of Sheng Lingyuan.
He bit the tip of his tongue heavily, and a bloody smell rushed straight to his forehead, following the breath of the feather stuck in Sheng Lingyuan's hair, he flew out, chasing hundreds of meters all the way, until he arrived at the empty little place In the depths of the park, I saw that wing feather was plucked/down and nailed to the trunk of an old locust tree. The five-inch long wing feather was wedged in the wood, shaking in the cold wind, like a lonely lantern.
Xuan Ji wanted to pluck the feather, but the force was so light that it didn't move at all, it was a little heavy, and it was too late to stop, the feather felt the same source of power, turned into a beam of light, and melted back to him, so the light No more.
The heat from Xuan Ji's body dissipated into the cold wind, and she looked dazed, like a chick abandoned in the wilderness.
After a while, there was a sigh from deep in the bushes. Xuan Ji was excited, raised her head suddenly, and saw Sheng Lingyuan's back three meters away.
Xuan Ji opened his mouth, as if he had exhausted all his strength, but he could only exhale a "Lingyuan" that he couldn't hear clearly. Warm white steam exhaled from his mouth and nose, covering his sight.
Sheng Lingyuan didn't turn around, didn't look at him, and didn't respond, Xuan Ji suddenly turned back into that wet little bird, breath choked in his chest, trembling, terrified, feathers blown up.
It took about a century before Sheng Lingyuan said coldly: "... Get over here."
Before the words were finished, a figure struck beside him like lightning, and hugged his waist tightly.
On the other side, Yan Qiushan carefully put away the map made of water, started the car, and slid into the night.
"The ancient Gaoshan people lived together on the coast of the South China Sea. They were able to build large ships, and the ships could travel thousands of miles a day. The storms did not rush them, but because of their nature they were greedy for property and loved to save their belongings. Nong Geng An is relocated to the land, and he prefers a peaceful place. This may be the curse of Gaoshan people losing their spirituality—everyone who has greed is a shackle. Although there are means, they are doomed not to find their hometown again.”
"Although you have the blood of the Gaoshan people, but it is so rare that you are already a mortal, and you are not limited by the nature of the Gaoshan people. Why don't you give it a try."
More than half a year later, amidst countless frictions, various countries successively promulgated special energy management laws and regulations, and stumbled into trial operation, opening an era of peaceful coexistence and repeated conflicts between special abilities and ordinary people.
Due to the enhancement of Chi Yuan's energy, the Alien Control Bureau expanded 20 monitoring points, and set up a special maritime branch to be responsible for the monitoring and management of abilities within the territorial waters, led by Yan Qiushan.
He sold the house and took Zhichun to Shanghai to look for the legendary "Baiyu Palace in the sky".
After this trip, until the end of his life as a mortal, Yan Qiushan never returned to land.
"The human race is either despicable, or sage, or quits halfway, capricious, or unswerving until death, with no regrets for a hundred generations."
"With a limited body, explore the limitless, search for thousands of miles of boundless roads, to reach the unreachable."
"It's the spirit of creation."