Liu Yu, Zhuo Mengzhen and others walked over after hearing the voice, and then their eyes narrowed.

The handwriting on the stone wall is either neat and tidy, or dragons and phoenixes are dancing, or beautiful and cute.

There are also some that are scrawled as if they were drawn by ghosts.

The simple words carry the Jindan monk's will before leaving and have a different meaning.

Through words and spiritual induction, all kinds of different wills and thoughts come to mind.

Some people take life and death lightly, some face it calmly, and some move forward indomitably.

There are also some that reveal the slightest fear of death and the helplessness of reality.

The handwriting may be old or new. Depending on how old or new it is, it is easy to tell the time.

The ancient handwriting is blurred and is estimated to have been left tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of years ago!

At that time, the area of ​​the Seven Nations Alliance was still dominated by good and evil.

There are also some left over from tens of thousands to tens of thousands of years ago.

Although there were varying degrees of decay and weathering, Liu Yu could identify it and understand its meaning.

The last few were left over thousands of years ago, and judging from some "brand new" handwriting, they were probably just a few decades ago.

"Looking up at the moon, I can't see Chang'an."

This was the oldest handwriting, and Liu Yu could barely make it out, half-guessing it.

Looking at the signature at the back, I vaguely pieced together the two characters "Taibai".

Based on this sentence, he judged that the era in which this "Master Taibai" lived was not far away from losing contact with the Tang Dynasty, and he was still full of yearning for the Central Region.

"There are green mountains and green clouds everywhere in the world."

According to the handwriting, this should have existed tens of thousands of years ago, left behind by a golden elixir monk named "Zhenren Qingyun".

These few short sentences are full of determination to move forward.

But from a few words, Liu Yu saw something different.

From the beginning of nostalgia and yearning, as the time interval becomes longer and longer, the "centrifugal force" between Tiannan and Zhongyu becomes stronger and stronger.

The later the time goes by, the fewer monks will miss the Tang Dynasty!

The reason for "moving forward untiringly" is no longer because of any great righteousness, but for the sake of one's own path and the glory of the sect.

In the few words left behind, there were explicit or implicit reasons for going, and these reasons were various.

But the admiration and nostalgia for the Tang Dynasty gradually disappeared, but this is an unstoppable trend.

In the writings written tens of thousands of years ago, there are very few monks mentioning the Tang Dynasty and Chang'an anymore.

In the handwriting written over the past ten thousand years, there are no words such as "Baqiao Liuxia" or "Xuanwu Gate".

Most of the words left by the monks carry their own will, and there is no longer any nostalgia for the past, such as the following sentence:

"The human heart is like a tree."

"The more a tree yearns for light, the further its roots go downward, toward the soil and into the depths of darkness!!"

"Xuan Ye Zhenren"

The words between the lines are full of personal will and views on the path to immortality, which can even be said to be somewhat extreme.

Based on the strong style, Liu Yu judged that it should have been left behind by a demonic master tens of thousands of years ago.

It's too late to say it, but it's soon.

Liu Yu looked at the stone wall and saw that it only took three breaths. After three breaths, the information had been completely collected.

"tread"

At this time, Gao Jianhan from Waning Moon Valley took the lead and stepped forward, with a half-foot-long aqua blue sword energy emerging from his fingertips and carving on the stone wall.

"Hua Hua"

The stone chips fell down, as fragile as white paper under the sharp sword energy.

"There are three million sword immortals in the sky, but they have to lower their eyebrows even when they see me!"

Finally, Gao Jianhan wrote this sentence, which attracted strange looks from several people.

But this person was not embarrassed at all. After writing, he walked over to Yi Pang and continued to play with his long black sword.

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Liu Yu had no expression on her face, she just glanced at him silently and quickly looked away without any intention of ridiculing.

What’s so funny about bravely speaking out about your dreams?!

If you don’t say it now, when will you say it?

I wonder if there will be another chance in the future!

The first three realms of sword cultivation are sword power, sword intention, and sword heart.

Those who can reach the "Sword Heart" stage are already above countless sword cultivators.

In ancient times, most people could enter the realm of great power, so it is not an exaggeration to call them "Sword Immortals".

However, "Sword Immortals also need to lower their eyebrows." It is conceivable that Gao Jianhan is really a bit

"But when it comes to cultivation, sometimes you do need to be blinded by self-confidence. This kind of mentality is quite good."

Liu Yu thought silently.

At this time, Mu Yunyan, a girl in palace attire, also stepped forward, a bright light emerged from her white and tender fingertips, and she carved a few lines of beautiful handwriting.

"The Peach Blossom Song Ends"

"Flying souls disperse"

"There is no way to attract Chu"

After carving a few lines of words, Mu Yunyan walked aside.

Her long, silky hair was tangled in her hands, and she had a strange smile on her face, as if she was thinking about something.

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Although he knew every word, Liu Yu couldn't understand some of the words he created when put together.

But based on a few words, he estimated that it was something about love and love.

There is no way, female cultivators are more emotional and pay more attention to this aspect.

"snort"

Zhuo Mengzhen seemed to be able to understand the words Mu Yunyan had engraved, and she snorted, feeling a little disdainful in her heart.

What's so good about those dirty male cultivators?

Before death, it was just as ugly!

Afterwards, the place fell into silence, and neither Zhuo Mengzhen nor Canglou Laodao had any intention of stepping forward to carve words.

Liu Yu thought for a while and then stepped forward.

If they never come back, this may be the last trace left by a few people.

If I don't leave something behind, I always feel a little regretful.

Not far from the stone wall, he could clearly see that despite maintenance from time to time, there were still signs of decay on the corners of the stone wall.

The stone wall is about ten feet in size, but it still retains the weight of history.

Liu Yu raised his palm, and at the same time, the magic power in his body was circulating, and cyan light emitted from his fingertips, forming a column of cyan light and hitting the mottled stone wall.

"I'm on the right path - Qingyangzi"

Even if his trip ends in the Hengduan Mountains, he will not regret his choice.

At least there is a way to go, and walking on the right path is infinitely better than a monk who has nowhere to go.

The stone chips fell, and after carving, Liu Yu turned around and returned to her original position.

I don’t know why, but I feel a little inexplicably heavy in my heart. Maybe it’s because I’m about to embark on a life-and-death adventure.

Zhuo Mengzhen and Canglou Taoist remained motionless, as if they had no intention of leaving anything behind.

"Now that you've finished leaving your message, let's set off now."

"Remember, be careful!"

In a small pavilion in the mountains, Patriarch Tianfeng put his hands on the fence and shouted from above.

"Yes, uncle (senior)."

Liu Yu and the other five people bowed their hands heavily, looked at each other and nodded.

Then, the spiritual light around him rose and swirled, turning into various kinds of escaping light and soaring into the sky, flying towards the interior of the Hengduan Mountains.

Thousands of years later, we are history.
To be continued...