The green light beside Qiuqiu was just enough for her to see the corner of Elder Zhou's robe, but it wouldn't be possible to see more.
Not far away, when Qiuqiu turned around, he could no longer see where he had just passed.
But she could feel that Shi'er was waiting for her there.
I feel confident when I think of this Qiuqiu.
Elder Zhou led Qiuqiu through a very long stone cable bridge. The cables were all connected by stone carvings. When the wind blew over, the heavy stone cables remained motionless, with a trace of them.
There was no sound.
Who built this bridge?
Elder Zhou and her have never known each other, so what do you have to say to her?
After crossing the stone cable bridge, he climbed a long stone staircase, and Elder Zhou stopped.
Qiuqiu stopped, but she still couldn't see anything clearly in front of her. She had questions in her heart and couldn't ask.
Is this here?
Elder Zhou moved a step to the road: "Let Qiu Zhangfeng walk over the road ahead by himself."
Huh? Elder Zhou, is it really appropriate to take the person halfway through the way and not ask?
Qiuqiu thought to himself that if he changed the time and place, he would have to turn around and shout for help.
Qiuqiu took a tentative step forward.
Nothing unusual.
The ground under my feet has not been deliberately flattened, and it is a bit bumpy. When I stepped on the thin soles of my shoes, it makes my feet feel a little uncomfortable.
Her footsteps were not loud, but you could hear a faint echo when walking this road. Her tiny footsteps were bounced back from afar, lingering in her ears.
This section of the road seems to be getting narrower and narrower.
She stretched out her hand and touched the stone wall without surprise.
There are patterns on the stone walls, which are not smooth.
The blue light around her could vaguely see some of the patterns.
The sculpture seems to be some coherent narrative pictures.
There are birds and beasts above the mountains, rivers and rivers.
Of course, there are also people.
Qiuqiu's ability to speak when looking at pictures is not strong, but it can be seen that there are nine people in the picture, and his clothes are not ordinary people.
In the next picture, what ceremony are they holding?
These are the first few ancestors of Jiufeng?
Looking further down Qiuqiu, there are more people below. There are many people, many disciples and disciples, and they are quite prosperous. It seems that these murals should be about the history of Jiufeng’s founding.
Jiufeng heard that he was in charge of the inheritance of the sect, and he should be able to see some things that he could not see elsewhere.
Qiuqiu walked forward step by step, but I don’t know who painted the murals. The lines are simple, but the texture is clear and lifelike.
Qiuqiu even forgot his original intention, and the more he read it, the more he became fascinated.
At the beginning, everything was very simple. Everyone was full of energy and thought about it in the same direction. What happened in the process was simple and touching.
But as more and more people gradually became more and more popular, everything that was originally changed gradually. There was not a harmonious atmosphere among the disciples. On the mural in front of Qiuqiu, there was a man lying on the ground and dying.
The cause may be the competition among disciples, or it may be the fighting spirit and hatred...
But in short, this unexpected death was the beginning, and followed by a chaotic time. In order to seek justice for him, more disciples were involved in this dispute, and more and more people died.
Finally, someone came out to clean up the chaos.
This person is Jiufeng’s first Palm Peak.
He should be a fair person, and everyone is willing to accept his mediation and disposal.
Qiuqiu's steps stopped.
She saw the prisoners, who were first seen in the picture on the stone wall.
In the past, she thought the existence of the prisoner was terrible.
But now it seems that without the shock and regularity of the prisoner, the reality may seem even more terrifying.
Without rules, there is no way to achieve a square. Besides, if so many people gather together, if they do their own things, they will have no scruples - perhaps the Jiufeng Sect will no longer exist.
The murals are certainly not a product of the same era, and the brushstrokes and textures of the carving paintings are slightly different, but the narrative method is consistent, very objective, and the position seems calm and ruthless, and it is purely recorded from the perspective of a bystander.
The above picture is clear at a glance, without a single word marking or narration. Perhaps everyone who sees these murals will have completely different understandings and feelings.
Qiuqiu took a deep breath and continued to move forward.
For a while, Jiufeng fell into chaos, and even the situation was diminished at one point. But later, everyone worked together to make the sect revival again.
The process of this effort is moving.
Qiuqiu later focused on finding the Palm Peaks of the Ninth Peak.
But their figures rarely appear.
The master of the seventh peak has always been alone, and there is no one serving boy around him, and he has almost never received any disciples. He is a standard lonely man. Compared with the other peaks, the seventh peak seems silent and lonely. But in these nineteenth peaks, the seventh peak seems to be silent.
Among the major events in the history of the peak, there are many places where the Seventh Peak Palm Peak can be found.
Qiuqiu stopped again.
On the picture is a woman who uses blood and spiritual power to draw a formation.
Although everything on the picture is black and white, including the flowing blood, it is a shocking and dry ink color, the tragic and sensational scene seems to be unfolding in front of you.
This is also the former Palm Peak of the Seventh Peak.
Qiuqiu used an almost awe-inspiring mood, touched the stone wall with his fingertips and gently brushed over the huge and complex array diagram.
Many questions are answered at this time.
Everything on the stone wall allowed Qiuqiu to see a real and complete Jiufeng.
How was this sect founded? How many storms it has experienced, and how many amazing people have appeared. Although it has internal and external difficulties, it has always stood firm, sticking to its original intention, and never been
Defeat and defeat.
...Ah, this is...
Senior Shang Zhen?
Qiuqiu opened her eyes wide and looked closely.
That's right, it's Senior Shang Zhen.
The person who held a pen, pulled the front of the clothes, and stood beside the flowers and started painting, except for Senior Shang Zhen, probably no other person has been found in Jiufeng history.
The pen in her hand also looks very familiar.
Isn't that Moshuang?
Her appearance that she only has paintings in her heart and eyes can be called a painting nerd. Except for painting, probably nothing else in the world is in her eyes.
Senior Shang looks like a very simple person. She doesn't pay attention to anything except painting, or even if she wants to pay attention, she doesn't understand at all. She has no feelings about the intrigue outside, and others' appeals to her or
She didn't even take it seriously and didn't even notice the difference.
Finally, the paper crane she wrote turned into a real crane, breaking out of the paper, and Shang Zhen disappeared from then on.
Everyone said that she had ascended to enlightenment.
But Qiuqiu really couldn't figure it out.
What is the feeling of enlightenment?
Where did the people who ascend to the sky go?
Qiuqiu suddenly thought of a slogan that he had heard in his previous life.
It seems like rushing out of the earth and moving towards the universe?
She couldn't help laughing.
This is definitely not the case.
All this cannot be explained by scientific principles.
Just like what she has experienced now, it completely subverted the various knowledge she learned in her previous life.
For example, where does the spiritual power in the body come from?
How can a person break through the gravity and fly?
Not to mention the real elders who are already hundreds of years old and still lively.
There is nothing that can be explained by those principles.
Of course, it is not just about the Seventh Peak on the stone wall.
There is also the inheritance of the Ninth Peak. The Ninth Peak Palm is much more mysterious than the Seventh Peak. No matter who he was before, once he became the Ninth Peak Palm Palm, he would be in the sight of everyone.
Disappear. Living in a quiet place, living for a long time on the ninth peak that is almost isolated from the world.
It's really not easy.
What they do is not understood by most people, and they are even hated and afraid. Friends are gradually drifting away, and fellow disciples even gradually completely forget this person.
The inheritor is so lonely and heavy.
The things recorded on the picture are getting closer and closer.
Qiuqiu became nervous unconsciously.
Another despicable murder appeared in the mural.
Those who happen within the sect are killed by the same sect.
The person who was murdered should be Shi'er's mother and the former Zhangfeng of the Seventh Peak.
Qiuqiu stood in front of the stone wall, holding her breath completely nervously.
There is such a vicious person.
This will happen.
Qiuqiu felt something blocking her chest, which made her breathless.
This is not the first time she has seen such a sin in the mural. But other things are too far away from her after all. She doesn't recognize those people, and they don't have friendship, so there is no concern. When she sees them, she will sigh at most.
one time.
But this time it's different.
This is Shi'er's mother, and Qiuqiu can feel a painful feeling at this time.
She grabbed the collar of her chest tightly, as if this could suppress the passion and impulse that was bumping into her chest.
She stood in front of the mural for a while before slowly moving forward.
This road is like a road of time. She has passed through this long time, and this short journey seems to have gone through thousands of years of vicissitudes.
"ah……"
Qiuqiu was surprised.
She saw a person appearing on the painting.
A... little girl.
She followed Shi'er, who looked like a young man, to Jiufeng and settled in Fengxian Pavilion.
She looked childish, but she seemed very close to Shi'er and was not at all.
This is……
Qiuqiu's fingertips gently touched her face, her hair, and her clothes...
This is, this is...
She already had the answer in her mind, but she was still not sure.
This is, herself.
It is the autumn and autumn of the past.
It was her forgotten past.
Looking at the still and solidified mural, Qiuqiu was so nervous that she couldn't breathe.
She didn't expect to see herself on it.
She was so curious about the past, but no one could tell her in detail what she had done or experienced. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly votes.