The events of 30,000 years ago have long been submerged in the past, and it is difficult to trace them again.
Xuan Lingzi didn't tell Luo Jianqing too many things, but just the number of the monks who died tragically made Luo Jianqing feel a chill in his heart, feeling that he seemed to have touched an undiscoverable secret.
Today, the spiritual energy between heaven and earth is not as strong as it was ten thousand years ago, so the number of high-level monks is much smaller than at that time. Those cultivators who used to be at the top of the world today may not necessarily be more talented than Luo Jianqing, but after all, they are the great powers of the God Transformation Stage, and it's just like this... Countless silently died.
Of course, there are some things that even Xuan Lingzi doesn't know.
The Mo Dao bloodline of the direct line of the Mo family, this Xuan Lingzi has never heard of it. But he thought about it, but said: "You mean, your life and death friend may have awakened the Mo Dao bloodline? The rest of the teachers don't know, but judging from your friend's spiritual power fluctuations, it does not look like a body. A man of blood."
Luo Jianqing asked: "Then Mo Qiu is not a demon cultivator who kills innocent people indiscriminately, how can he cultivate so fast?"
Xuan Lingzi was stunned for a moment, then said after a while: "There are always strange people and strange things in the world?"
Luo Jianqing laughed, and for the first time felt that his master could be so cute.
The master and the apprentice talked for a while, but unable to withstand Luo Jianqing's plea, Xuan Lingzi led Luo Jianqing to a forbidden place behind Yuxiao Peak quietly. Luo Jianqing used to play here when he was a child, and he almost entered the forbidden area. As a result, he was punished by Xuan Lingzi not to eat for a day. At that time, he hadn't fasted, and his stomach was screaming with hunger. Xuan Lingzi listened to it for a few hours, and when the hour passed, he threw two steamed buns to Luo Jianqing.
Thinking of this, Luo Jianqing felt even more that his master was cold-hearted, but he couldn't express it.
He followed Xuan Lingzi into the forbidden area, guided by Xuan Lingzi, and walked left and right in the way of Qimen gossip. After walking for about a quarter of an hour, Xuan Lingzi frowned slightly, turned to look at Luo Jianqing, and asked: "The formation in the next section is too complicated, and it needs to pass through at a very fast speed, otherwise it will Trigger the formation. Gradually clear... Carrying you away for the teacher?"
Luo Jianqing was startled when he heard the words, he thought for a while with a strange expression on his face, and said, "Why don't you be like when you were a child?"
Xuan Lingzi thought for a moment, finally nodded, and bent over to let Luo gradually come up.
Luo Jianqing climbed up skillfully. At this moment, his figure was not much shorter than Xuan Lingzi, but lying on this person's back, he felt that he had returned to his childhood. Forty years ago, he liked to lie on this person's back the most and fall asleep.
Xuan Lingzi made too many demands on him every day, such as swinging his sword a thousand times, or splitting a hundred stones with his bare hands. Luo Jianqing has been strong since he was a child, and even if he was extremely tired, he would never say it, so he completed these terrifying tasks every day, and then collapsed in exhaustion.
At first, Xuan Lingzi asked him to get up by himself and go back to the bamboo house to rest and eat. But Luo Jianqing was so tired that he couldn't even lift his eyelids, Xuan Lingzi had no choice but to carry him on his back, walked to the bamboo house step by step, and put it down gently.
Since then, Xuan Lingzi would occasionally go home with his disciples on his back.
This was true forty years ago, and it will be true forty years later.
Luo Jianqing buried his face in Xuan Lingzi's hair, wrapped his arms tightly in front of him, and put his entire weight on it. Xuan Lingzi carried Luo Jianqing on his back as if he was carrying a feather. He was like a charm and quickly shuttled through the formation, but in a moment he passed through this bamboo forest formation and entered a cave.
Xuan Lingzi whispered: "Come down, gradually clear."
What responded to him was Luo Jianqing's low laughter.
Xuan Lingzi turned his head in surprise, and before he opened his mouth, Luo Jianqing gently wiped his lips.
The white face turned red, Xuan Lingzi threw Luo Jianqing down, the latter staggered two steps, quickly stood up, ran forward again, and said, "Master, why are you still blushing? It was just a moment ago. I accidentally wiped it, and it's not that we haven't done something more outrageous."
Hearing this, Xuan Lingzi's face was flushed red, so red that he was about to bleed. He wanted to accuse his disciple of Meng Lang, but he also took into account that Luo Jianqing had just experienced life and death, and was reluctant to blame, so he had to close his eyes and complained in his heart over and over again: where did the teaching go wrong in the first place, how could Jianqing be like this... So bold!
Xuan Lingzi began to reflect constantly in his heart, and the two of them walked for a while in the cave, and suddenly they were enlightened.
This is a spacious and expansive stone room, at least a hundred feet long and wide. Luo Jianqing never knew that there was such a place on Yuxiao Peak. The stone room is round, and an arc-shaped river wraps the middle. You don't need to walk over to take a closer look. Just by smelling the smell in the air, Luo Jianqing immediately recognized it: "These are actually five-grade jade paste?!"
Flowing jade pulp, a fifth-grade elixir, if put into a pill furnace, there is a 60% chance of raising the pill's rank.
So many flowing jade pastes actually formed a river! How extravagant is this, when this jade slurry is put into the outside world, a drop is worth a hundred spirit stones! But in this stone room, the jade slurry flowed directly into a river, and there was nothing else on it, only nine cyan lotus flowers.
These nine lotus flowers look wilted, not very fresh. The petals are only reluctantly open, and it seems that they can fall at any time, but they are constantly nourished by the long river of jade slurry, preventing it from falling.
Luo Jianqing watched this scene in shock. Before he could think about it, Xuan Lingzi took his hand and flew across the river to the circular stone platform in the center. When Luo Jianqing entered, he obviously felt a resistance, but the "Nine Duotian Lu" in his body rotated silently, exuding bursts of breath, making Luo Jianqing enter it.
Xuan Lingzi said: "If you practice "Nine Lotus Original Heart Record", you can naturally enter this nine lotus formation directly."
Luo Jianqing was a little nervous in his heart, and he was even more concerned about the mysterious "Jiu Duo Tian Lu".
Xuan Lingzi took Luo Jianqing to the bulge in the center of the stone platform, where there was only a lamp that was almost out. This lamp is made of Taihua Mountain's unique natal jade. Even after 30,000 years, the lotus-like lamp body is smooth and round, except for a ravine-like crack that almost shatters the lamp, it seems brand new.
The fire at the wick had long since been extinguished, but if you looked closely, there was one or two sparks quietly lit up.
Looking at this lamp, Luo Jianqing already had an answer in his heart. He looked at Xuan Lingzi, and Xuan Lingzi nodded to him and said, "This is the life lamp of Jiulian Master. Since 30,000 years ago After Master Jiulian disappeared, this lamp has been placed in the forbidden area of Yuxiao Peak, and passed down by every Yuxiao Peak mainstream."
It's one thing to hear Venerable Yuqingzi say "The lamp of life of Venerable Jiulian is not extinguished", but it's another thing to see it with your own eyes.
Looking at this lamp, Luo Jianqing gradually lost his mind, and suddenly a voice sounded in his mind, Luo Jianqing hesitated for a moment, and said to Xuan Lingzi: "Master, it is said that the nine-rank divine pill that healed you at the beginning was It was made by Master Jiulian. Then Dan Ling wants to come out and take a look at this lamp at this moment, is it okay?"
Xuan Lingzi nodded.
Luo Jianqing immediately released Qingjun.
When Qingjun came out, the nine green lotuses on the flowing jade pulp immediately burst into thousands of beams, stabbing him straight, with an overwhelming momentum. Xuan Lingzi flicked his sleeves, and those attacks were blocked, and Qingjun's breath was also hidden.
The elegant and handsome scholar looked at the lamp in front of him, his face gradually turned pale, he slowly stretched out his hand and stroked the lamp. Luo Jianqing wanted to stop it, but the enchantment on the outer layer of the lamp acquiesced to Qingjun's entry. His slender and thin fingers traced the pattern of the lotus flower on the lamp, stroking every inch of the lamp body, and finally stopped at the lamp. The ravine in the lamp.
Qing Jun watched for a long time, turned around, and bowed his hands: "Thank you, Luo Jianqing."
Luo Jianqing said with embarrassment: "I didn't help you find the person you were waiting for in the end."
Qingjun smiled lightly: "He is my master, I should have known, since I have waited for 30,000 years, how can I wait so easily. Today I can see the master's natal lamp, which already makes me happy. .I would like to be a wick and light this lamp day and night."
Hearing the words, Luo Jianqing was shocked and said: "Qingjun, you know that if you turn into a wick, from now on, you will be roasted by the spiritual fire of the cultivator's life. ,but… "
"I know, but I also know that if no one is willing to continue the life of this lamp, maybe in another hundred years, it will really go out." Qing Jun smiled and looked at the master and apprentice in front of him, his eyes last. Staying on Xuan Lingzi, he said something strange: "Maybe this is fate, the fate of Yuxiao Peak's master will be handed over to me later. Rekindle."
Xuan Lingzi was stunned when he heard the words, and said: "You know, even if it is ignited, it does not mean that Jiu Lian Patriarch will come back to life."
Qing Jun nodded: "I know."
Xuan Lingzi looked slightly stern, but Luo Jianqing still insisted: "This is the life lamp of Taihua Mountain. As an elixir, if you really turn into a wick, you may never be able to recover your freedom in the future. The lights are limited! Qingjun, don't be impatient, this is a matter of life..."
The handsome and elegant scholar smiled when he heard the words, and looked at the nervous and anxious monk in Tsing Yi with gentle eyes.
Qingjun just smiled, but Luo Jianqing couldn't say what he wanted to say, so he could only open his lips dumbly, and then closed it slowly.
After a long time, Qing Jun said softly: "That day, as a ninth-grade pill spirit, I never escaped because I never thought that there would be such outstanding monks in the world. I haven't escaped for ten days, and now How can I escape. He is my master, his name is Jiulian, and my name is named after him and that person. Jiulianqing Modan, since Moqing cannot be saved, how can we leave Jiulian go."
Luo Jianqing's lips moved, but Xuan Lingzi took his hand.
The two looked at the ninth-grade medicinal pill in a Confucian robe in front of them in silence, only to see the latter bent down and gave a big salute, and when they got up again, they were full of smiles: "Let's say goodbye today, I'm afraid we won't be able to meet again in the future. It's better to play a song for you, as an ending to this acquaintance."
When the words fell, Qing Jun raised his sleeves, and an ancient xylophone appeared in front of him. He sat on the ground, put the xylophone casually on his knees, caressed the body of the piano gently, and finally sighed and began to play the piano.
The sound of the piano is lingering and loud. When it is high, it sings like a crane, and when it turns low, it whispers like an oriole.
Qingjun's fingers are extremely beautiful, and when he rubs the strings, they are as transparent as white jade. He played softly, the sound of the piano was not so sad, but Luo Jianqing felt heavy in his heart.
Luo Jianqing's cultivation base is a bit consolidating and growing in the sound of these sentences. The bursts of Danxiang came out along the sound of the piano, nourishing Luo Jianqing and Xuan Lingzi, consolidating the former's realm, and healing the latter's hidden injuries.
On the long river of jade slurry, the nine green lotuses were gradually nourished a lot.
This piece is like a sympathetic whisper, and when the climax comes, everything changes suddenly. The separation of life and death is not a natural moat, the real moat is, I know you never have me in your heart, but I am willing to wait for you for 30,000 years, waiting for you to come back, from now on, I will turn into a wick for you, and light a lamp that has no hope of burning forever. Qinglian jade lamp.
"pat-"
A tear fell on the xylophone, and Qingjun was still playing seriously.
When the song ended, he had already burst into tears and his eyes were red, but he still smiled and said to Luo Jianqing gently: "the song just now was a song that my master used to play ten thousand years ago. The Patriarch of the Mo family is a life-and-death friend, and seeing his friend's death is really heartbreaking, so he composed this song. This song has no name, you can name it if you want."
Qing Jun stood up and held the qin in front of Luo Jianqing with both hands: "This is a qin I made 20,000 years ago with Nanhai Chun wood. If you like, you can play it at any time. It's just that I become After the wick, I'm afraid I won't be able to play it again."
The simple and unpretentious guqin trembled lightly, but Qing Jun seemed to have seen nothing and still sent the guqin.
Luo Jianqing took the guqin and said in a hoarse voice, "Qingjun!"
Qingjun looked at him with a smile, stretched out his fingers a little in the air, and a cyan light flew into Luo Jianqing's eyebrows, making his cyan lotus sword pattern brighter. The next moment, without any words, Qing Jun turned into a azure light and flew into the azure lotus lamp in an instant.
boom!
The huge mountain-like spiritual power was released suddenly, and a fragrant and deep Danxiang permeated the small stone room. Where Danxiang passed, the shrunken green lotus was slowly nourished, and it seemed that there was a ray of vitality. And the natal lamp in the center of the stone room suddenly released a ray of light, and the spark became more dazzling, but it still could not be ignited.
In the center of the jade lamp is a section of emerald wick.
The wick is like jade, exuding majestic pressure, as if there is a nameless fire burning on this wick, the wick actively releases spiritual power, transforms itself into fire, and strives to ignite this lamp. But even so, the two sparks below the wick were only slightly brighter, and there was no other reaction.
Light the jade lamp forever and ever, and from then on willingly be the wick of the lamp, be roasted by the fire of the spirit, and no longer be free!
Luo Jianqing held the piano and left the stone room. He didn't expect that today's meeting would be his farewell to Qingjun. As soon as he closed his eyes at this moment, he could still remember the words he heard in the Ten Thousand Beast Ridge that day.
The elixir who speaks is elegant and calm, like a gentle and pure Confucian scholar.
"What is the metamorphosis, what is the original form? 』
"Why are you greedy and trying to take away things that don't belong to you? 』
…
"You are not the person I am waiting for. 』
It's a good sentence that you are not the person I waited for, but now, he can't wait any longer.