"These bronze runes were called "orders" in the era of chaos."
Yi Heping didn't answer, but a voice sounded neither high nor low. Elder Qin raised his head, and saw Bailishu in a black robe walking slowly through the tombstones.
Seeing the ancient Chinese embroidery formed by the intertwining of gold and silver threads on the black robe worn by Baili Shu, Elder Qin lost his mind for a moment, and turned his head to look at Yi Heping. Yi Heping stood up, saluted Bailishu with a calm expression. Baili Shu lowered his eyes and looked very quiet.
Elder Qin looked at the pair of master and apprentice, and suddenly sneered.
Yi Heping glanced at him.
Elder Qin was the most rebellious among them. He fought with He Qingchuan most frequently because of this on the main peak of Jiuxuanmen. Later, when he became the head of the sect, Elder Qin never followed any etiquette—of course, Yi Heping understood that this had something to do with Guan Zhiyu's death. But Elder Qin is indeed a person with pride in his bones.
When he brought Bailishu back, Elder Qin was the first person to turn Bailishu into a senior brother of Jiuxuanmen.
Just when Yi Heping was about to speak, Elder Qin stretched out his hand and touched the ground, stood up shaking, straightened his clothes, and bowed respectfully to Baili Shu: "I have met the master."
Elder Qin did object to making Bailishu the senior brother of Jiuxuanmen—Bailishu was just a young boy brought back by Yi Heping at that time. Standing in the hall with a quiet and sad expression. It is a shameful thing to put such a heavy fate on a child. He actually doesn't care about the so-called "fixed number".
It belongs to the fate they have to face, so they should pick up the burden by themselves, put hope and responsibility on a child, what kind of man is he
However, it was as if he could only watch He Qingchuan walk into the Jingling Terrace and die with Guan Zhiyu. He can't change anything. The black robe symbolizing the status of the head of the Jiuxuanmen was finally put on Bailishu. And when he saw the young man walking through the tombstone, Elder Qin already understood.
——What he saw was not only the former disciple of the Nine Profound Sect, but also the silent and sad disciple, but also the Patriarch Baili who led all kinds of incredible things in the era of chaos and the era of ten thousand immortals.
He can be disrespectful to Yi Heping, and he can be disrespectful to the other elders of Jiuxuanmen, but facing the Patriarch of the Bailiyi Clan of the Eighteenth Gu Clan, even he can only bow down and uphold the highest etiquette.
Nothing to do with pride, this is a tribute to the heroes who have supported everything in the torrent of history.
Bailishu didn't hide, and accepted the gift from Elder Qin silently. He took a bronze talisman from Yi Heping's hand, rubbed it lightly with his finger, the bronze talisman turned into powder in his hand, and a clear gray light rose from the powder. Bailishu shook his slender and pale hand slightly, and shrouded the very thin and faint light in the palm of his hand.
When he saw the light, Elder Qin's face changed slightly.
The clear gray light is very thin, very faint, as weak as a gossamer, but from such a gossamer-like light, Elder Qin vaguely felt a very high-level power. The power of light itself is not strong, but its level is very high.
The power of the cultivators comes from the era of chaos, Gu Clan Eighteen stole the power of the ancient emperor, and evolved again from Gu Clan Eighteen. Compared with the power mastered by the eighteenth Gu Clan, the power of ordinary immortal cultivators is lower in terms of "quality". However, as a descendant of the eighteenth Gu family, Elder Qin could feel that this clear gray light, but in terms of its essence, was even higher than what the eighteenth Gu family had grasped.
The guess that had already existed in Elder Qin's heart began to take shape.
Like a huge shadow that is hiding, it is slowly emerging.
Baili Shu stared at the clear gray light floating in his hand, and with a slight grip, the clear gray light dissipated silently in his hand.
ancient emperor...
The ancient emperor in the era of chaos is absolutely terrifying to the point where people today can hardly imagine. That is the supreme being. Before the ancient emperors fell, it was these god-like existences that ruled the world. The attack and confrontation between the ancient emperors affected the people on the whole land.
People can only crawl under those thrones, living like ants.
You can only choose to surrender, but surrender may not necessarily lead to a safe and sound life.
The ancient emperors who held power and authority were not in harmony. In the chaotic era, the ancient emperors were the most powerful, and when the rebels had not yet formed the Eighteen Clans, the ancient emperors conquered each other. The collision between them happened in an instant. It can destroy the living beings within thousands of miles. And people who took refuge in the ancient emperor would often become the first victims of the ancient emperor's confrontation to die.
In the wars among the ancient emperors, it was their personal battles that ultimately determined the outcome.
But the space, the earth, can't bear too much, the battle at the ancient emperor's level, in order to avoid the complete destruction of one's own country in one battle after another, before the ancient emperors personally join the battle, there will be a longer and more tragic war. It spread among the tribes who surrendered to the ancient emperor.
At that time, the ancient emperor would give the bronze talisman with his own will to those with potential among his subjects.
Those bronze talismans are called "Orders".
Because it contains the will of the ancient emperor, which is a permission that allows mortals to obtain part of the abilities that belong to the ancient emperor. Compared with the power possessed by the ancient emperor himself, the power obtained through "orders" is actually like the comparison between water droplets and the vast sea. But for mortals, this is already extremely powerful and extraordinary power.
This is how the ancient emperors established their own army among mortals.
In the Great Desert of Kalachorma, the army of Zang Mu who fought for Namu, that is, the White Emperor, was actually this kind of army. The army that played the role of pawns in the ancient emperor's war was also responsible for suppressing the people who originally belonged to the ranks of ants.
The existence of Zang Mu's army deepened the control of the ancient emperors over the people they ruled, but it was also this that the rebels finally got the light.
The "order" issued by the ancient emperor not only empowered those who obeyed him, but also brought hope to those who tried to resist them.
The rebels studied the "order", and finally they deciphered the rules of the "order" in the bronze talisman, mastered the method of stealing the power of the ancient emperor, and the predecessor of the eighteenth ancient family was born.
The study of "Ling" and the deciphering of the rules, the rebels came into contact with the source of the power of the ancient emperor for the first time, and they finally became stronger slowly. After many people lost control and countless failures, the ancient emperor Eighteen formed. Abandoning their original names, people named eighteenth clan ran across the land, desperate to overthrow the new scorching sun ever since.
"Ling... Ancient Emperor..."
Elder Qin's expression was very ugly. He looked at Yi Heping who was calm, and then at Bailishu who was wearing a black robe.
Although the power in the bronze talisman was extremely weak, it definitely carried the aura of the ancient emperor. The existence of "Ling" is different from others. It is the will of the ancient emperor. It is not something that can be made by using the burial place of the ancient emperor. Even the eighteenth Gu family does not have this power.
"Yes."
Yi Heping said in a low voice.
"We suspect... beings are trying to... resurrect."
The wind whistled past, in the secret cemetery behind the main peak of the Nine Profound Gate, the names on the tombstones were clear and pale.
Bailishu took the marked map of the Twelve Dynasties from Yi Heping's hand, and his eyes flicked over the marked locations of Qingming Pagoda.
"Call the other fairy gates."
Bailishu raised his eyes, his gaze was deep, like a vast sea with no bounds or bottom. All emotions are submerged beneath the surface.
"It's going to war."
In the last sentence, the tone was as calm as usual.
But it brought with it an irresistible majesty that Elder Qin and Yi Heping had never seen before.
In an instant, the air and the sound of the wind became chilling, there was no fierce killing intent, only a calm announcement, but from that calm, the Chaos Era, the Ten Thousand Immortals Era... the tens of thousands of years of war roared and made a comeback .
At this moment, both Yi Heping and Elder Qin understood.
The one standing in front of them was indeed no longer the disciple of Jiuxuanmen, that quiet and lonely child, but the Patriarch Baili who led the eighteen eighteen ancient emperors in the ancient era to send funerals for one ancient emperor after another.
That's what they want to see, and in this case, it's supposed to be a joy.
However, Yi Heping only felt sad.
He thought of the boy sitting on the high platform again.
After walking a long distance, Yi Heping couldn't help turning his head to look at Bailishu who was standing alone in the cemetery. Watching the young man in a black robe slowly walking towards the sunken tombstone, he looked down at the inscription on the tombstone. Rolling up his robe, the bottom of the robe is interwoven with gold and silver threads, embroidering ancient characters.
"What a bastard."
Elder Qin beside him cursed in a low voice. Elder Qin's face was tense, and the corners of his lips pulled out a cold arc. Elder Qin held the knife. Although the blood on his clothes had dried, there was still a bloody smell in the wind.
Yi Heping turned his head, but his eyes seemed to be still far away.
Hearing Elder Qin's words, he twitched the corners of his lips and smiled wryly.
"Yeah, I'm an asshole."
he whispered.
Obviously he was the one who brought the sad boy back, saying that he would be his master, and that he would protect him. But in the end, he could only personally push his apprentice onto the battlefield from which he could not turn back.
What is such a person if he is not a bastard
"I'm not talking about you." Elder Qin still held a jar of wine in his left hand, and he raised his head, "Although you are a fucking bastard, I'm scolding myself."
"I'm not a fucking man at all."
Elder Qin threw away the wine jar with a "slap", roared, and strode away.
The author has something to say: it is the little brother Baili standing quietly in front of the tombstone