Suddenly countless rays of light shot out from the ground, piercing into the sky like sharp arrows. Shi'er held Qiuqiu tightly in his arms and retreated to the edge of the stone platform.
These rays of light rising from the ground merged into a huge light, and all the monsters that came out later were trapped in it.
Qiuqiu looked around and saw that they were indeed out of danger for the time being. She breathed a long sigh of relief: "It's so dangerous."
Is this the legendary demon is one foot high and the Tao is ten feet high? Master Yuqing and the others had already planned to use this heart-eating demon as bait to attract so many monsters.
Do these monsters know this is a trap? No one can tell her the answer.
Shi'er took Qiuqiu's hand, and the two of them got off the stone platform.
"Scared?"
"No..." Qiuqiu answered a little guilty. This was not the first time she encountered a monster, but the last time she was confronted in front of Master Yuqing, she had no time to be afraid, but this time she was so close to the monster.
"Why do so many monsters suddenly appear? Where did they come from? Originally, there was only one, but now there are a group of them. In the future...will there be more?"
Shi'er didn't make a sound.
Yes, who can say for sure.
The north wind carried snowflakes and beat them on the face, making it difficult to open one's eyes and unable to see the way ahead.
All they can hold is each other's hands.
"Let's go to that lake early to have a look." Qiuqiu whispered.
She didn't suggest going to Shi'er the first time she saw it because she wasn't sure whether there was any harm in that place. What if there were any traps or variables, wouldn't it harm both of them?
But the situation is different now.
The monster suddenly seemed to come out of the ground. There were so many loud noises, and these things happened so close to her that they couldn't hide. Just like just now, they almost died.
.
You can't count on others at this time, so what if you belong to a sect? No one will care about their life and death when a disaster is imminent.
Under such circumstances, they can't even take risks. What if the full moon secret realm can improve their strength? Then they must not let go of the opportunity.
Shi'er nodded: "Go back and prepare, we will go tomorrow."
There are never enough things to prepare. Talismans for personal protection, pills for first aid, and magic tools that can serve as a warning. Qiuqiu tries to put everything within easy reach to avoid being caught in the Qiankun bag.
They are all stuff. If you are in danger and you can't get anything, it would be an injustice if you lose your life.
But Shi'er was still fascinated by the painting. Qiuqiu poured out all the things he collected from the thrift store and placed them next to Shi'er.
Shi'er knew much better than her in this regard and quickly picked out a few things.
"Is it related?" Qiuqiu asked with concern.
"I don't know yet. It seems to be about the same age."
Then there is hope.
Even if these things cannot provide more information about the secret realm, they may be able to find some more clues by drawing parallels.
Unknowingly, Qiuqiu has placed high hopes on the secret realm of the full moon.
One lamp, two people. Qiuqiu was packing things, while Shier was sitting there motionless as if in trance.
The wick jumped a little. Qiuqiu bent down and cut off a small section of the candle wick.
Shi'er turned to look at her. Their eyes slightly touched.
There is no need to speak, but there is a tacit understanding between each other.
Although it is not as magical as the legendary spiritual communication, Qiuqiu feels that since she established the foundation and the two met again, the mutual feeling has become stronger and stronger. It was like Shi'er had left during the day.
.But she could still vaguely feel his position and direction.
It's so magical and so unscientific.
But this feeling is really wonderful and quite safe.
Yes, it is a sense of security.
There is someone in the world who is so close to you and has such a tacit understanding that you don’t have to hide anything from him. The two of you don’t need to talk, they can communicate very well with only their eyes.
For Qiuqiu, no one else, including her master and senior sister, had the same feeling that Shi'er had with her now.
Shier put down an old booklet in his hand. It seemed that he didn't find anything from it. He opened an old wooden box again. This box looked old and had no features. The paint on it was all gone. It had been carved.
The pattern on the box is also worn away and cannot be seen clearly. The box is narrow and the length is said to be suitable for holding a fan. It is also suitable for holding pens. In short, it looks like it should be an object placed in a landlord's study.
Qiuqiu looked at it after getting it back, but didn't see anything. Shier opened the box, closed it, opened it again, and looked carefully inside and out.
Qiuqiu couldn't help but ask: "This box also comes with the painting?"
"Have you seen the scroll?"
Of course I had seen it, but Qiuqiu couldn't see what it was about. Besides, her attention was mainly focused on the painting and the scroll - she really didn't pay much attention to it.
"Look."
As expected, Qiuqiu went to take a look.
The scroll is made of wood. Of course, if it can remain immortal for so many years, it must be famous. Qiuqiu doesn't understand wood, but after being reminded by Shi'er, after looking at the scroll, he looked at the wooden box——
"It looks like wood?" The more Qiuqiu looked at it, the more it seemed like it.
"It's not just wood."
Yes, Qiuqiu takes a closer look. The round end of the scroll is also carved with patterns. It is slightly round and feels uneven. If you look closely, it looks like a wild goose.
Looking at the wooden box again, the pattern on the lid is no longer clear, but the flowers carved on both ends of the box -
Qiuqiu's eyes are wide open and look like carved flowers.
"Is this carved by the same person?"
"maybe."
Qiuqiu became excited: "It must be."
There is no signature or seal on this painting, so there is no way to find out the identity of the painter. There are too few clues, but the appearance of the box is undoubtedly another ray of light.
Is this wild goose a unique mark of this person? Many famous craftsmen will leave some unique marks on their works. Some people just leave a font size, which is easy to identify. Others have their own unique way of leaving marks, generally
People who are not in the industry can't tell the difference.
"Which senior likes to use wild geese to make marks?" Qiuqiu began to desperately recall the miscellaneous books she had turned over, but she couldn't remember them for a while.
This is really a book that you will regret less when you use it.
"By the way, maybe Elder Huang or Senior Brother Jinglu will know?" Qiuqiu suggested: "After all, they are more familiar with weapon refining. Elder Huang should not be here, how about I go ask Senior Brother Jinglu for advice?"
Since this space appears in Xiuyuan Mountain, and these paintings and old objects appear in Heshan Town, the owner of this painting may be the Wulou Sect or the predecessor of Xiuyuan Mountain. The Wulou Sect is famous for its elixirs, among others.
Why does he scream so loudly? Therefore, it is more likely that he is a senior from Xiuyuan Mountain.
Maybe Senior Brother Jinglu and Elder Huang can provide something useful.
"I'm going to ask Senior Brother Jinglu." Qiuqiu stood up in a hurry: "Wait for me here."
Senior Brother Jinglu was not asleep yet. He was sorting out the materials to be used tomorrow. As soon as Qiuqiu knelt down, he responded in the room, came over and opened the door.
"Junior sister Jingqiu? Why haven't you slept so late?"
Of course, Qiuqiu couldn't act too eager, and said with a smile: "I'm looking through things, and I have something to ask my senior teacher."
Senior Brother Jinglu said with a smile: "What's the matter? Senior Brother must know everything."
"Senior brother, do you know if any of our senior ancestors from the Li Shui Sword Sect like to use wild geese as a mark?"
"Wild goose?"
Qiuqiu nodded.
Senior brother Jinglu scratched his ears. He raised his head and thought for a moment: "Among our seniors that I know, Shuanghe Zhenren likes to leave two curves in the shape of a river, and some have orchids, um, it seems.
There are also those who like to leave their names and stamps directly. But many people have no particular preference, such as Elder Huang. They just leave no mark at all."
Qiuqiu was a little disappointed. She thought that it would be great if the person who painted the picture was a senior of our sect. If a senior had discovered this strange space that appeared in Xiuyuan Mountain and left clues, it should explain what happened.
There is a great opportunity, and there is no fear of life after entering.
Although Senior Brother Jinglu didn't ask for any precise information, Shi'er and Qiuqiu have decided to leave early tomorrow morning.
The nights are long and there are many dreams. Who knows what monsters are waiting for them later? The earlier they go, the earlier they may be able to rely on to defend themselves and save their lives.
The two cattail trays were placed next to each other, and Qiuqiu and Shier continued to practice Qigong together. Although they were not as impressed as they were yesterday, Qiuqiu still felt that they had benefited a lot.
After their spiritual powers merged together, Qiuqiu felt that she seemed to have vaguely touched the deeper parts of Shi'er's soul.
That feeling cannot be expressed in words.
Shi'er's spiritual power guided her, and she moved forward bit by bit.
There should be a very broad, inclusive, and bright place ahead. Just like Shi'er, he is magnanimous and real in front of her. Although he looks cold on the surface, his inner world should be extremely rich.
Qiuqiu could feel that Shi'er had opened her guard. She was approaching him, and he was approaching her.
It's a pity that it was too short-lived. Before Qiuqiu could sense more, that state was like the scenery on the roadside, which was quickly reflected in the eyes, and then was thrown away in an instant.
After finishing the exercise, Qiuqiu was still reluctant to leave, and wanted to come again and experience it again.
Shi'er shook his head, his eyes clearly telling her that going too far is not enough, and let nature take its course.
Well, Qiuqiu also knows that it is not good to force things, because haste makes waste.
It just feels so good...
This is the charm of cultivation, the endless unknown, the ethereal and beautiful prospects, which attract countless people to rush into it like moths to the flame, regardless of their own safety.
However, the road to cultivating immortality is long, and the one who finally attained Taoism was Liao Liao Wuji.
"Get some rest, we have important things to do tomorrow."
Qiuqiu responded. She thought she might not be able to sleep at night because of such an important matter tomorrow. But on the contrary, as soon as she touched the pillow, sleep overtook her almost instantly, completely engulfing her. (To be continued.)
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ps: In Guilin, the air is humid and the sky feels quite blue. I had a meeting in the morning and went to collect wind in the afternoon... Well...