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The gray wind roared, rolling countless sand and gravel, and blowing on the flying boats between the sky and the earth.
Although protected, there was still the sound of crackling knocking, accompanied by the words of the Fourth Palace Master and Master Sheng Luo, reaching Xu Qing's ears.
At the same time, the other subordinates of the four palace masters on the flying boat also opened their eyes from healing and looked at Xu Qing.
Xu Qing looked at the four masters.
It was the first time he saw each other on the edge of the desert, and some familiar feelings arose in his heart.
This feeling is not because they have seen each other's statues in Niyue Hall.
Statues, everyone is different, even gender and ethnicity are hidden under the statues, unless one has the supreme authority of the Niming Palace, otherwise it is possible to see.
So Xu Qing was silent all the way on the flying boat, thinking about the familiar source in his heart.
Until now, he found it.
The most distinctive feature of these four hall masters is their staid seriousness. It seems that a smile is an expression that is extremely difficult to appear on his face, and the Sichuan character lines between his brows make this staid expression even more different. strong.
Xu Qing had seen this kind of face before in Kong Liangxiu, the sword-wielding palace master of Fenghai County.
Thinking of the palace lord, even after a few years, there are still waves in his heart. The figure of the other party standing outside the taboo formation, blocking the army of the Shenglan clan, in the shattering of ice and fire, will remain in Xu Qing's mind forever .
"The place to dominate and kill the gods was arranged by my elder brother." Xu Qing said softly.
He didn't lie, it was indeed Chen Erniu at the beginning, and Chen Erniu was responsible for the final ending, but there was a little accident in the middle.
As for the truth, Xu felt that there was no need to tell others.
The master of the fourth hall had deep meaning and didn't ask any more questions. When it came to Master Ding Shengluo, he sighed from the bottom of his heart. He didn't think Xu Qinggong's alchemy attainment was so high, let alone think of Dan Jiu.
Because in his heart, the person who was able to speak out his own voice and the ideal of alchemy in Jiyue Dayu after fighting alchemy at the beginning must be the same as himself, sinking the pursuit of alchemy into the passage of time, Not so young.
In this way, following Xu Qing's silence, time passed, these flying boats crossed the wind and sand, and arrived at the Kusheng Mountain Range a day later.
Under the arrangement of the ancestor Mo Gui, the residence rights of more than a dozen mountain peaks were given to the masters of the fourth hall, which will be the new home of the monks on the side of the masters of the fourth hall.
And Xu Qing also completed the task, returned to the pharmacy, locked those little chickens in the backyard again, sat in front of the deceased, took out the unused Yunshen jade slip, and put it aside.
Mr. Ming Mei is not here. While drinking tea, the prince glanced over the jade slips and spoke lightly.
"Take it, it's a life-saving gift for you."
Xu Qing looked at the son after hearing the words.
"Senior, are you going away?"
"After a while, my third sister and I are going to go out to unblock Lao Jiu. This time we don't need your help. We are fully confident that we will wait for the time to come."
Xu Qing nodded and put away the jade slips.
"In addition, you should not slack off in your cultivation, and I can tell you about your little one-three-two when you asked about it last time."
Shizi pecked deeply, looking at Xu Qing's body.
Xu Qing was refreshed and listened carefully.
Seeing Xu Qing like this, Shi Zi felt at ease, he had spent some time thinking about Ding Yisaner, at this moment he put down his teacup, and spoke calmly.
"Your Ding Yi San Er is not only a prison, but also luck, and it also contains a finger of a god."
"Although this finger is not very good, it looks like the finger of a god's avatar, but it was born as a god, which is commendable."
"But this also makes your Ding Yi San Er more complicated. I can see that this finger also has authority. It is the power of bad luck." But bad luck does not belong to you. Ding Yi San Er's luck and luck really belong to you The power of oblivion formed by the fusion of bad luck and transformation into this cage! "
"This combination of luck and misfortune is very ingenious. I saw many traces of the prohibition of the human race on it, and there is even a pen holding the sword fairy palace. If I guessed correctly, the prototype should be the sword holding fairy palace Prisoner!"
"It is the people of later generations who use the records of the past, innovate, and finally shape it."
A deep voice echoed in Xu's ears, Xu Qing's body shook, and respect rose in his heart.
Regarding Ding Yisaner, he didn't talk too much with Shi Zi, but the other party directly saw the essence, which made Xu Qing stand up and bow.
"Senior, please advise."
Shizi laughed.
"Feel the power of forgetting within it, this is a new authority... It is also a direction that the sword-wielding fairy palace studied during the period of Xuanyou ancient emperor."
"That direction, some people called it artistic conception back then."
Xu Qing's mind moved, he thought of Taisi Xianmen in Fenghai County.
Li Zimei once told him that at the end of Taisi Xianmen's cultivation technique, it is the road of artistic conception.
Apart from these, the patriarch of the Sea Corpse Clan followed the same path.
There was also the Taisi Immortal Clan cultivator I met at the time when I was under the Liyou Pillar, and the opponent's attack also contained this kind of artistic conception.
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Then there is Qingqiu, when the opponent uses his trump card, what he shows is also a kind of artistic conception.
Xu Qing didn't expect that after making a big circle, it turned out that his Ding Yi San Er also contained this kind of ability.
Noticing Xu Qing's expression, Shizi realized something in his heart.
"It seems that you have encountered similar cultivators before, and this is normal. After all, when the Ancient Emperor Xuanyou was still there, the Immortal Palace with Swords invited many people to participate in better research."
"However, your forgotten artistic conception is different from ordinary ones. After all, it is the product of the fusion of the luck of all sentient beings and the bad luck of gods. It is worth studying carefully."
"Moreover, the purpose of holding the sword and studying the artistic conception of Immortal Palace back then was to create an ability that could make gods bow their heads."
After finishing speaking, Shizi picked up the teacup and told him that if he had found the secret of how to educate Xu Qing, then he knew it himself, and he had to explain it in as much detail as possible, so that Xu Qing's understanding could not be given room to develop.
As for those who have only a half-knowledge, then it is more mysterious to say more mysterious, and it is good to give a direction in the end, which is more suitable for Xu Qing's understanding.
Moreover, this direction must be large enough. As for whether it can be achieved, that is a matter for the future.
Xu Qing took a deep breath, the words of the world made him suddenly open to himself, and he also had a direction. At this moment, after clasping his fists, he immediately went back to the back room, sat down cross-legged, and began to ponder.
And the Nascent Soul in Ding Yisaner also quietly opened his dual limits at this moment, revealing his green light.
The finger of the god stared at by him instinctively turned over and continued to pretend to be asleep, but his mind was trembling.
The other prisoners are even more so.
Whether it's a head or a stone lion, they are already in awe of Xu Qing to the extreme. After coming to this moon festival, they feel that Xu Sheng is becoming less and less human, and becomes more and more terrifying.
Even the old man Xing Danqing was trembling, given him a hundred guts at this moment, he would not dare to shout at Xu Qing.
For these prisoners, Xu Qing didn't pay much attention to them, he overlapped with his own Nascent Soul, and swept them one by one.
Xu Qing felt that the fingers were the source of bad luck, and his Nascent Soul was the source of luck, so the greatest manifestation of the power of forgetting was actually these prisoners.
So in the end, his eyes fell on the old man Danqing.
The old man's face was pale, and he had a feeling of something bad, so he opened his mouth quickly.
"My lord, I think our Ding Yi San Er is still not perfect, lacking people... lacking a water tank, lacking a scarecrow!"
"That's right, Boss, the two of them are outside and will definitely harm the common people. We have justice in our hearts, and we must not allow them to be so indulgent!"
The head is also opening rapidly.
Xu Qing was expressionless, and raised his right hand to grab it. Suddenly, the old man Danqing flew over and landed in Xu Qing Yuanying's hands. The old man was full of flattery, and was about to speak.
"Shut up."
Xu Qing spread his divine thoughts.
The old man immediately took out a pen, stroked his mouth to seal it, and then put on a flattering expression on his face.
Xu Qing nodded, raised his hand to press the old man Danqing's forehead, felt carefully, and soon grabbed the head and the stone lion again, feeling at the same deep level.
Even for better research, he simply waved the three of them to make meat paste, staring intently, paying attention to their resurrection.
After repeated rounds, Xu Qing ended the research under the three prisoners' begging for mercy, and with the fingers of the gods trembling more and more.
In the back room, Xu Qing opened his eyes, revealing his enlightenment.
"Back then, most of Ding Yisaner's previous guards died of bad luck, and I have also experienced many times of forgetting. These prisoners, they themselves are part of the bad luck, so they are not dead or angry to a certain extent."
"And the reason why I can forget is because I was also infected with bad luck at the beginning, and I was also fused with luck, and then formed forgetfulness."
"Using forgetting to break cause and effect, this is the core of Ding Yisaner."
Xu Qing pondered, the Nascent Soul in his body flew towards the god's finger and pressed it on his body.
The fingers were reluctant, but they didn't dare to resist, and the moment Ding Yisan Er Yuanying touched the fingers, Xu Qing's body sitting in the back room showed a blank look in his eyes.
This daze lasted for quite a while, until he instinctively felt the fluctuations coming from Niyue Hall, so he took out the mirror given by the son and entered the highest hall.
The moment he stepped in, the captain's small totem appeared on the gate, and there was a wail.
"Little Aqing, something is wrong. This time it is really wrong. Although I can't be precise, I can still feel all the traces of flesh and blood in my body, but there is only one missing!"
"I, I, I... In my previous life, it seems that I have lost a waist, and I can't feel it!"
"I've tried many times but can't find it. It's impossible. Even if someone eats it, it will remain in the blood, and I can sense it."
"Now, why is it gone, there is no trace at all, my waist, what happened..."