Hearing this, Qin Wanwan felt relieved.
What Jian said is also correct. No matter what the past was like, it is the past. What the past leaves behind are only problems. When problems come, just solve them and there is no need to worry.
She calmed down, walked beside Jian Zhi, and looked at the relief with him.
Xie Gutang frowned and explained the lotus on the screen: "This seems to be a battle to hunt demons."
"Demon hunting?"
Qin Wanwan turned to look at Xie Gutang, who nodded, "I only heard about this from my seniors. At that time, the demons were rampant, and the cultivation world went around hunting down people with demons, and killed them when they were found. So there was a group of people with demons in their bodies, and they couldn't get rid of them, so they simply gathered together, believed in the evil god, built the Morotan Palace, and spread the demons wantonly. It was about two hundred years ago."
"So the Immortal Alliance was established in the cultivation world, and the alliance gathered to capture the Morotan Palace. The Morotan Palace is close to the deserted city area, and the Ning family led the charge and was the first to bear the brunt of the attack. In that battle, a group of young men in the Ning family almost died, and from then on, they sealed the city with ice and snow and avoided going out."
Cui Lu said, looking at the relief next to her with admiration in her eyes: "It was not until the appearance of Lord Mingjing that the Ning family returned to the vision of the people in the cultivation world. In the past, the Lord of the Gods passed the tribulation in less than a hundred years and built the Ghost City with his own strength. He never failed in his career. No one in the world dared to challenge him. He was called the best in the world."
"Bravo."
Qin Wanwan couldn't help but sigh. Jian Li was listening beside her. He coughed lightly and reminded Qin Wanwan, "Isn't it just a hundred years of tribulation? Some people can ascend to heaven in a hundred years."
Qin Wanwan knew Jian Zhizhi was praising her as soon as she heard it. She couldn't help but argue, "The important thing is not whether to survive the catastrophe or ascend to heaven. He built a ghost town with his own strength. Can some people do that?"
"Then," Jian choked, and then changed his perspective, "Then there are some people who can destroy a ghost town by themselves."
As soon as the words fell, Cuilv turned back suddenly with a fierce look on her face: "Who are those people?!"
Jian Zhi and Qin Wanwan were both silent. They turned their heads to the sides and looked at the reliefs on the walls on both sides.
The woman in the relief's belly is getting bigger and bigger, and she starts to not only take medicine but also take a bath.
No one knew what was added to the bathtub. Every time the woman entered, she would scream desperately, and the people next to her would hold her down. It would be a fierce confrontation every time.
The woman began to realize that something was wrong and wanted to escape, so the young man simply kidnapped her daughter and threatened her daughter's life.
During a heavy snowfall, the woman finally gave birth to a child.
On the day the child was born, the young man and his entire family gathered outside the door, the house was brightly lit, and then the young man came out holding the child.
In the midst of the wind and snow, the young man held up the blood-stained child. The whole family celebrated, but the woman in labor barely got up from the bed and climbed down to the ground, trying to get the child back.
But she was too helpless.
She could only watch the young man come back and drip her blood onto the child's forehead.
Complex runes lit up on the child's forehead, and everyone was stunned the moment they saw the runes.
That is the spiritual contract unique to spiritual beasts that recognize their master.
In other words, this young man treated his child as a spiritual beast and tamed it.
But how can a human become a spirit beast
Qin Wanwan couldn't figure it out, so Jian Zhizhi reminded her: "This woman has demon bloodline, and it must be some special bloodline, so the children she gave birth to all have single heavenly spiritual roots."
"Then why does she look like a mortal? She has no cultivation at all?!"
Qin Wanwan was shocked.
"There are too many possibilities," Cuilv said calmly, "It could be that her bloodline is separated by several generations, or maybe she encountered something. For example, someone extracted her spiritual roots when she was a child, and she never knew it."
Qin Wanwan was speechless.
Just look at the child on the relief, and he will start to grow up slowly.
He is a boy and is born with a golden elixir. Logically, he should be the center of attention, but this is not the case.
He was trapped in a secret realm for years and practiced asceticism. He had to take bitter medicine every day and soak in a medicinal bath once a month. The medicinal bath was extremely painful. Every time he took it, his flesh and blood would melt into it, and he would be fished out with blood dripping, and then he would open and close again.
With his body tempered so repeatedly, he was already invulnerable to swords and guns when he was less than ten years old.
His life every month was to fight in the secret realm, be torn into pieces by various monsters, and be hunted down by prisoners thrown into the secret realm.
His father told the prisoner that he could get out as long as he could kill him, so he lived between life and death.
The only tenderness in life is that he can see his mother and sister once a month.
His sister was different from him. She had a Heavenly Rank Wood Spiritual Root and was destined to become a sought-after medical practitioner in the future. Although the family did not acknowledge her, she lived a good life in the family.
Fine clothes and delicious food, free access.
Because he was good at medicine at a young age, he was loved by all the ancestors.
My sister and mother are very gentle and love him very much.
He didn't understand when he was young, and he always came out of the secret realm covered in blood. Whenever his mother and sister saw him, they would cry.
So he realized early on that he should not be like this. Every month when he visited his sister and mother, he would clean his wounds in advance and tidy up his body. When they asked him if he was doing well at home, he would say that he was fine.
He tried to break out of the secret realm countless times, but every time he was about to break through, his father would appear.
He couldn't disobey his father's orders, no matter how strong he was.
His father asked him to kneel down, and he knelt down involuntarily.
Such absolute submission made him gradually give up on himself.
His father told him that as long as he was obedient, he could go out and reunite with his mother and sister.
He promised him.
When he was twenty years old, he broke through to the Nascent Soul stage, and his father finally agreed to take him out.
He walked out of the secret realm and saw the blue sky, white clouds, green mountains and green water for the first time. He carefully brushed past a budding rose clinging to the wall by the roadside. The rose trembled slightly and then slowly blossomed.
He opened his eyes wide.
This kind of blossoming life was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen in the past twenty years.
He was obsessed with this kind of world.
However, he brushed past the rose and rushed to the battlefield.
There was friction between the clan and the surrounding sects, and he went to quell the rebellion. The scene was very chaotic that day, and his body was in control, killing many people.
When he left, he stood on a hill covered with corpses and wiped the blood off his face.
Returning to the family, he got permission to visit his mother and sister.
He couldn't laugh that day. His sister left and his mother asked him what happened, but he didn't answer.
After that, he was taken to these battlefields, big and small, time and time again. He had no way to control his body and sword. He was not a person, he was just a sword in his father's hand.
He could not decide the direction of his sword, nor his own fate.
One night, he finally broke down and cried loudly in his room.
My mother stood at the door, holding the cooked soup, listening to the drizzle in the autumn night, motionless.
She is a mortal and she can't do anything.
She once tried to cultivate immortality, but failed.
She also tried to become stronger, but she couldn't do it.
She was helpless in the face of her children's life tragedies.
She could only watch the child crying bitterly, but she didn't even dare to bring him a bowl of soup.
The woman stood at the door for a long time, then turned and left.
For many days afterwards, this child repeated this kind of life. The only consolation was that under his protection, his sister and mother lived well.
My sister has her own clinic and married the person she loves.
Everyone stopped in their tracks when they saw the newlyweds in wedding gowns on the screen.
Qin Wanwan stared at the groom for a long time and finally confirmed it.
"Is it Yan Wushuang?"
"good."
Jian Zhizhi nodded and looked at the bride next to him: "Then this sister must be Ning Huihe. And that useless man must be Ning Wenxu."
If they had doubts before, now they finally confirmed that this was Lin Yanzhi's tomb.
They continued to move forward and saw on the screen that Yan Wushuang and Lin Yanzhi had a very good relationship. Yan Wushuang often went to him for drinks and discussed with him.
While Lin Yanzhi was living a peaceful life with his sister, he was also serving as Ning Wenxu's weapon on the battlefield.
It seemed that life was going to end like this, until one day, Lin Yanzhi's mother came to find him.
She said she had found a way to unlock his spiritual contract and change his physical condition, and after letting him unlock the spiritual contract, she left.
Lin Yanzhi agreed, and he listened to his mother, drank the medicine, and then lost consciousness.
When he woke up, he found blood all over the floor.
His mother had a tube in her hand, and he had a tube in his hand, and blood was flowing from her body to his body. She had a dagger in her chest, and she was lying in a pool of blood, looking at him weakly.
Ning Wenxu and his men surrounded them, clenched his fists, suppressed his emotions, and called him over.
Lin Yanzhi stood up and raised his sword.
He felt that there was no longer any restraint in his body, but just as he raised the sword, his mother reached out and grabbed him.
Lin Yanzhi stared at his mother blankly, and his mother looked at him tenderly.
"I want to go home."
She said, "In other words, don't kill people."
Hatred has no end. If he kills a member of the Ning family today, the Ning family will not let him go unless they are utterly ruthless.
"I've replaced your blood. I don't want to listen to him anymore, so I'm leaving."
The mother's voice was hoarse, and tears welled up in Lin Yanzhi's eyes. He watched his mother stretch out her hand towards him with difficulty: "Yanzhi, you... you hug mom."
Lin Yanzhi held the sword, hesitant and indecisive. Between this soft love and overwhelming hatred, he finally chose to put down the sword.
He reached out and hugged his mother.
The mother smiled and said, "Yanzhi, I am sorry to you and Huihe. I failed to protect you and I trusted the villain. But I am so happy to have you as my children."
"Don't avenge me," she held his face in her hands, "go do what you want to do. I know you have a kind heart, just follow your heart. There are many good people in this world, you will meet them, and you will fall in love."
Lin Yanzhi said nothing, he just looked at his mother and cried.
His mother stared at him and said, "Promise me."
Lin Yanzhi didn't dare to speak. He stared into his mother's eyes for a long, long time before he said, "Okay."
The mother smiled slowly, the light in her eyes dimmed, she seemed to be extremely tired, she leaned her head on Lin Yanzhi's chest and stopped talking.
Lin Yanzhi carried his mother on his back and stood up tremblingly. He raised his sword and looked up at Ning Wenxu.
"Today, I am leaving, and all grudges are wiped out. If I stay, it's either you or I live. Will you let me go, or not?"
Ning Wenxu looked at him for a long time, then he put down his sword and made way.
Lin Yanzhi walked out with the sword and the woman covered in blood. Before leaving, he turned around and looked at Ning Wenxu.
"If Ning Huihe stays in the deserted city and even a hair of hers is injured, I will wipe out your entire Ning family."
No one dared to speak.
Everyone knows what kind of existence this mad dog that was trained by their own hands is.
He carried the woman on his back and walked out of the Ning family step by step.
He went to the street to buy a coffin for his mother. In the rainy night, he came to Ning Huihe's clinic.
Ning Huihe and Yan Wushuang were closing the door when they saw a young man in white standing in the night rain, smiling at them.
Ning Huihe looked up in surprise: "Yanzhi?"
"sister."
Lin Yanzhi smiled: "Father is willing to let me go, but I have to leave tonight. Mother and I will leave first, and you and brother-in-law can live well."
"Where are you going?"
Ning Huihe put down the wooden board and was about to go out, but Lin Yanzhi stopped her: "Sister, don't come out."
Then he pointed to the sky and said, "It's raining, don't get wet."
Ning Huihe stopped under the eaves, with tears in her eyes.
The sister and brother looked at each other, Yan Wushuang came out, and Ning Huihe put on her clothes.
Lin Yanzhi cast his gaze on Yan Wushuang: "Fuck, I'm counting on you to take care of my sister."
"Don't worry." Yan Wushuang smiled, "Come back for a drink when you have time."
Lin Yanzhi nodded, stretched out his hand in front of him, and bowed deeply.
Having said that, he turned and left. He didn't have an umbrella with him, and the rain soaked him.
He walked out of the city, carrying a sword, driving a carriage loaded with a coffin, asking people along the way, and heading towards the place where the phoenix flowers were blooming.
Not long after, Ning Huihe heard that a pure Taoist monarch appeared in this world. He was kind, gentle, and powerful. He helped the weak and fought against the strong. He dared to say what others in the world dared not say, and dared to do what others in the world dared not do.
He went into the sealed city alone and saw demons wreaking havoc, picked off the demons for everyone in the city, and built a ghost town when all those who were no longer demon-seeded but were still being hunted had nowhere to go.
Ghost towns take in wanderers and homeless people.
His surname is not Ning, his surname is Lin.
And this is exactly their mother's surname. Their mother's name is Lin Fengxi.
Ning Huihe listened to news about her brother every day, and she was very happy to know that Lin Yan was safe and sound.
In less than a hundred years, Lin Yanzhi was able to overcome the tribulation, complete his merits, and become a semi-immortal in this world. At this time, he finally returned to the deserted city.
Everyone seemed to have forgotten the past, and they lined the streets to welcome the God. Ning Huihe and Yan Wushuang were waiting at home, and after a while, they saw the young man walk into the house.
He did not hold a sword, but held a scroll in his hand. He looked very different from the past.
They drank together, and Lin Yanzhi generously taught Yan Wushuang everything he had comprehended. He had been injured too many times, so he created a new martial art on his own, which he named Chunsheng.
From then on, Lin Yanzhi would come back from time to time to visit. Ning Huihe was worried about him, so she placed a tracking device made with her own blood on him, which could sense his life distance from then on.
Everything was calm and peaceful until one day, a coffin full of seals suddenly appeared at the gate of the deserted city.
Ning's situation became extremely tense, and Giant Sword Villa sensed this and sent Yan Wushuang to investigate.
But before Yan Wushuang could find out the news, one day, the Ning family suddenly sent someone to inform Ning Huihe that Lin Yanzhi was in danger and his life was in danger. She hurried back to the Ning family, but was captured as soon as she arrived.
She was dragged into a large tomb, which was surrounded by murals. She opened her eyes wide and looked at the pictures on the murals.
She lived a carefree life, the only pitiful thing seemed to be that she was not recognized by her own family. But she didn't care, and there was nothing wrong with being free and easy outside.
She was a medical practitioner, and was loved by everyone. She thought her mother lived a life of luxury, and that her brother was just undergoing normal monk training. She always believed that her mother had wandered around the world with her brother, and would die of natural illness in due time, and she even blamed Lin Yanzhi for this.
But it was not until this moment that she understood what her brother and mother had experienced.
She was dragged all the way to a stone chamber, and then she saw Lin Yanzhi tied with iron shackles.
Lin Yanzhi looked at her calmly, with uncontrollable nervousness in his eyes.
She was pressed to the ground, and an old man walked up to her and said something to Lin Yanzhi.
Lin Yanzhi lowered his head, but at that moment, Ning Huihe in the picture decisively threw herself towards the blade, and let the cold blade cut her neck.
Lin Yanzhi roared, Ning Huihe fell in a pool of blood, her soul scattered, and at that moment, Lin Yanzhi finally exploded, evil energy burst out of his body, he broke free from the shackles, and pounced towards the old man.
Ning's disciples stepped forward, but none of them was his match. The old man barely took his attack. At this time, the corridor had reached the end.
The last painting at the end is a couple arriving here and facing Lin Yan's most powerful sword.
Qin Wanwan stopped where she was, staring blankly at the faces of the couple.
After the others looked at the scene, they went forward. In front of them was another stone door, which was covered with densely packed sealing runes. It would be difficult to open it from the inside, and it was impossible to get in from the outside.
Xie Gutang and Cuilu went forward to study how to open the door. Jian Zhi walked around for a while, thought about it, and directed the two to drill a hole in the door.
After confirming everything, he turned back to Qin Wanwan. Seeing that she was still looking, he leaned over and asked, "What are you looking at for so long? Are they your parents?"
He asked casually, but Qin Wanwan actually nodded: "Yes."
Jian Zhizhi was startled and quickly raised his eyes to carefully identify it for a while, then nodded: "Yes, I will remember it."
These two people must not be fought.
Qin Wanwan didn't know what he remembered. She looked at the picture and couldn't help but fall into deep thought.
Her parents arrived at the last moment, what about after that
And in Lin Yan's words, is he alive or dead
She turned her head with a serious expression, and then she remembered that, in fact, compared to him, Jian Zhizhi should be more sad. After all, it was obvious that this Lin Yanzhi was inextricably linked to him. If this was his previous life and had such a sad past, he would be even sadder.
She sorted out her thoughts and wanted to turn back to comfort Jian Zhi, but before she could say anything, she heard Jian Zhi yelling at Nan Feng: "You can't touch that!"
Nan Feng's hand was about to touch a piece of talisman paper, but when he heard Jian Zhi's voice, he quickly withdrew his hand.
It was only then that Qin Wanwan noticed that Xie Gutang and Cuilu were using swords to drill holes in the gate.
Xie Gutang's sword stood on the gate, spinning at high speed like an electric drill. Cui Lu was standing next to him, preparing a talisman array in her hand, and looked extremely nervous.
Qin Wanwan was at a loss: "What are you doing?"
"The senior said that with so many sealing runes, there must be something extremely terrifying sealed inside. If we open the door rashly and let something out, wouldn't it be a sin? So we will dig a hole first to confirm what is inside before opening the door."
Xie Gutang answered seriously, Qin Wanwan turned to look at Cui Lu: "What about you?"
"I'll be responsible for sealing it up quickly if anything gets out."
Cuilv rolled her eyes: "Do you think I'm here to cheer him up?"
Qin Wanwan listened to what he said, and inexplicably felt that there was some truth in it. She watched Xie Gutang try hard, and finally wiped the sweat off his face and said, "No, this door can't be opened."
"I'll try."
Jian went forward and began to repeat Xie Gutang's plan. After drilling for a long time, he finally got most of the way in, but still couldn't open it.
A man tried his best and tried every possible way, including chopping with knives, chiseling with axes, burning with fire and shocking with electricity, but he could not make a hole in the door.
Everyone was exhausted and panting, sitting cross-legged on the ground. Cui Lu looked up at Qin Wanwan and said, "Do you think we should still open this door?"
"I still don't know," Qin Wanwan shook her head, "What if there is an evil god inside? If we let him out, wouldn't that be a sin?"
"What should we do now?" Xie Gutang frowned, "We can't just keep wasting time here."
"Let's try another way." Jian Zhi thought about it and made a decision, "If we can go, we'll go another way."
Everyone thought about it, patted their buttocks, stood up, and walked back exhausted. Before they had taken a few steps, they heard a female voice from inside: "Don't go!"
Everyone paused, and the woman's voice was a little anxious: "Tear off the talisman, and you can come in!"
"See," Jian Zhi said proudly, "I told you there was something dangerous inside. Fortunately, we didn't open the door rashly. Let's go!"
“Don’t go!”
The female voice became more urgent: "Come back, there is no other exit!"
The urgency of asking them to go back made everyone more determined to escape.
"Go, go."
Qin Wanwan urged: "Don't give her the chance to seduce us."
"I'm really not a vicious creature! I'm Ning Huihe!"
After hearing this, everyone finally stopped, hesitated for a moment, and looked at each other.
"Should we believe her?" Xie Gutang frowned.
Cuilu reminded him: "Evil creatures are very good at deceiving people."
Think about it, everyone. To be safe, it is better to withdraw first.
Ning Huihe stood in the stone chamber, staring blankly at the group of people who left without hesitation, despair welling up in her heart.
"You forced me to do this."
Ning Huihe wiped away her tears.
After a while, the group of people came running back, with flying swords, fireballs, and maces all over their bodies.
Jian Yi took the lead and rushed to the front.
This time they did not hesitate, mainly because they had no choice but to rush towards the gate in a group. Jian Yi jumped up and tore off the rune the size of a person hanging in the air. Qin Wanwan kicked the door open.
Just before the flying swords caught up with them, everyone rushed forward and jumped into the cave together.
Jian Xinzhi and Qin Wanwan rushed to the front. Before they raised their heads, they saw a pair of embroidered shoes with lotus flowers in front of them.
They both looked up and found a woman sitting in front of them.
The woman was transparent, probably just a ghost. She looked at them tenderly and called out softly, "You guys are here?"
"Ning Huihe?"
Qin Wanwan spoke first, Ning Huihe nodded, and they all got up and looked around. They found that this place looked like a bedroom, with a table, a wardrobe, and the owner's favorite paintings and other things.
The only difference from an ordinary bedroom is that there is no bed in the room, only a platform with an ice coffin on it.
This should be the main tomb.
Everyone knows the answer.
Ning Huihe raised her hand and poured tea. After the tea was poured into everyone's hands, she greeted them gently: "Everyone, please sit down."
Everyone sat down cautiously. Ning Huihe looked at them and said with a smile, "There's a sign on the door saying 'No danger inside, just push the door and enter'. Why are you still running?"
"Write it?"
Hearing this, Jian Zhi was a little confused. He looked at Qin Wanwan, and Qin Wanwan looked at Xie Gutang, who was supposed to be the best in liberal arts here.
Xie Gutang frowned: "Where did you write it, girl?"
Ning Huihe was surprised and pointed outside: "It's hanging at the door, the largest piece of paper."
"Isn't that a talisman?" Cui Lu was puzzled. "I thought it was for suppressing evil?"
Ning Huihe's face didn't look good. She sighed and said, "If you don't understand, forget it. It seems that no one except me has ever understood it."
As she spoke, Ning Huihe recalled, "Now that I know everything about the past, is there anything else you want to ask me?"
"I have."
Jian Zhi immediately raised his hand, and Ning Huihe looked over with relief: "I know, you want to know what they wanted to force Yan Zhi to do."
"No," Jian Zhi shook his head, "I just want to know how to get out."
Ning Huihe's face froze: "Don't you want to know Lin Yanzhi's story?"
"No." Jian Zhizhi answered firmly, "I just want to know how to get out."
Ning Huihe was silent. She looked at Jian Yanzhi for a long time, then she spoke calmly: "Oh, since you want to know about the past so much, I will tell you reluctantly. Yanzhi had actually successfully transcended the evil god, and the evil god no longer existed. But the Ning family kept this news secret. The Ning family ancestor's life span was coming to an end, and he wanted to take over Yanzhi's body. If he got this strongest body, his ascension would be just around the corner. But I didn't want to be trapped like this, so I committed suicide in front of him."
"The evil god feeds on people's evil thoughts. At the moment when I was killed, his hatred revived the evil god. The evil god devoured me and merged with him. At this time, two immortals arrived in time. They stopped the evil god from killing and forced him to seal. Then they left my soul here. My soul is nourished here, but if I go out, it will be reduced to ashes."
"So..." Jian Zhi said in a deep voice, looking up at her, "How are we going to get out?"
Ning Huihe looked at Jian Zhi quietly, and after they stared at each other for a moment, she suddenly went berserk, grabbed the teapot next to her and threw it over, throwing whatever she had!
"Are you listening to me seriously? I'm talking about something so important! I'm talking about a secret that you will never hear from anyone else in your life! All you know is get out! Get out! Get out! Do you have any respect for others?! Where's your brain?! Can't you think clearly and know the importance of things?! What's your name?!"
Jian Zhizhi dodged everywhere, and finally caught the vase she threw at him, and stuck his head out: "Jian Zhizhi."
When Ning Huihe heard the name, she sat down dejectedly and covered her forehead with her hands.
"Change your name," she said in pain, "A name is also a curse. Didn't your parents tell fortunes when you named yourself?"