Chapter 149: Explore the incomplete scriptures and paintings again (1)
Not to mention things outside the clan, in Langya City, Yang Ji came back from the Martial Palace and fell asleep. This last battle was too exhausting.
This kind of physical loss cannot be made up by practicing. You can only make up for it by sleeping.
When Yang Ji woke up, it was already the next day. The dust of the entire martial arts examination had settled. The martial arts examination that lasted for more than ten days was finally over.
Many people left Langya City that day and returned to their hometowns or sects.
"Yang Ji, congratulations on winning the first place in Wu Xiucai. We have returned to Black Sword Mountain. I saw you were sleeping and did not disturb you. The mountains are high and the rivers are long. We will see you again in the future."
"Also, you are welcome to come see me at the Black Sword Sect!"
The name written on the pen is "Chen Zhu".
Yang Ji read the content on the note and put it back on the table. He listened carefully and saw that the room next door was quiet and there was no sound at all. It had obviously been vacated long ago.
Chen Zhu seemed to have been waiting for him for a while, but when he saw that he didn't wake up, he moved away.
"Have I slept for so long?"
Yang Ji sat on the couch, holding the mahogany table with one hand, and thought to himself.
The entire Wusheng Station was much quieter and not as lively as before. Although there were still many people, it was obvious that the Wusheng Examination was over and many people had left early.
——They stay here just to enjoy this martial arts feast that takes place every three years. Now that the competition is over, they naturally have to go where they came from.
"Junior Brother Yang, let's go out for a while and meet some old friends. We'll be back soon."
Yang Ji picked up the second note on the table, which was left by Pan Chen and the others.
As for the third one, it’s much simpler:
"Senior Brother Yang, let's go out and play for a while. Are you hungry? Come back in the evening and I will bring you something delicious!"
This is Ouyang Zishi's handwritten cursive handwriting. It's almost unrecognizable.
"This guy!"
Yang Ji shook his head and smiled. When he woke up, several people were gone, which was really meaningless. However, Wusheng Station has always been safe. It is one of the three major stations of the imperial court, and there have basically been no problems.
This is also the reason why several people left with peace of mind.
Standing up from the table, Yang Ji walked to the window. It was already dusk when he opened the window, the sky was dim, and the huge locust tree outside the window had lush leaves and flowers, and was full of joy.
Looking back on this martial arts examination, Yang Ji sighed with emotion, "It's really hard work!"
In the last battle with Bai Julu, Yang Ji didn't have much confidence at all, he just tried his best. When Bai Julu summoned the powerful Xingtian, Yang Ji really almost thought he was going to lose.
Fortunately, I still won in the end.
Looking out the window at the broad view and row upon row of buildings, Yang Ji felt filled with a supreme sense of accomplishment.
"This is the second first."
Yang Ji secretly thought in his heart.
Although Chen Zhu said in his message that congratulations to him for winning the first place in martial arts, Yang Ji knew very well that it didn't count just yet. The real results would have to wait until the results of the final martial arts examination were released.
But no matter what, I have done my best in this martial arts examination, whether it is a literary test or a martial arts test. The rest is beyond my control.
"squeak!"
Yang Ji withdrew his gaze, closed his hands, and closed the open window again.
Although this year's martial arts examination has ended, for Yang Ji, things are far from over.
Whether it is "Soul Vortex" or "Soul Spear", these newly created skills are still very rough and need Yang Ji to handle them well.
The battle with Bai Julu made Yang Ji discover a new path.
Yang Ji believes that the path of using spiritual power is far from over.
In addition, the newly completed "Wrath of the Underlord" has huge flaws. Using it once will consume all the blood of the whole body and cause a large amount of physical damage. These are abnormal.
This is a by-product of the scattered skills and loose structure.
This skill still has a long way to go from creation to finalization, and the more powerful the skill, the more so.
All of these are problems that Yang Ji will need to face in the future.
There was silence in the room. Zhao Hua, Lin Qingyan and the others didn't know when they would come back. Yang Ji sat cross-legged on the ground, hesitated for a moment, put his right hand into his arms, touched a hard object, and then took it out.
"This should be it."
Yang Ji looked at the black cloth bag in his hand. Things like "Wrath of the Underlord", "Soul Spear" and "Soul Vortex" can all be completed in the future.
But there was one thing in this martial arts examination that Yang Jiru had a lot of doubts about, and he had to find out.
In the battle with Bai Julu, Yang Ji suffered two axes from Xing Tian.
These two axes were so powerful that they could even split the fine iron ring. However, Yang Ji received two axes. Although he was also injured, the injuries were not as serious as expected.
During the battle, Yang Ji could clearly feel that part of the energy flowed to his chest and then quickly disappeared, as if it was absorbed out of thin air.
In fact, it was not just the battle with Bai Julu. Yang Ji had felt this way before. But at that time, it was not so obvious.
This thing is so strange. If he doesn't explore and understand it, Yang Ji's heart will feel like a hundred claws are scratching his heart, and he will not be able to do other things with peace of mind.
Yang Ji spread the black cloth bag in his hands and opened it layer by layer. Although it was a cloth bag, it was actually very thin, otherwise it would not be able to be carried close to the body.
The room was quiet.
Yang Ji unfolded the last layer, and what appeared in front of him was something that Yang Ji had forgotten for a long time.
"Is it this thing..."
Yang Ji looked at the incomplete scripture paintings in his hand and frowned deeply.
This is a fragmented scripture painting that Yang Ji and Duan Gang found together from a small town at the foot of the mountain of Tieguan Sect. It cost Yang Ji a powerful pill at that time.
From the current Yang Ji's point of view, it is naturally nothing. But at that time, it was very valuable. And considering that it was a incomplete scroll of scriptures and paintings, which was probably useless, the price was already very high.
Only half of the sutra painting is left, and a huge mountain peak is steep and straight, towering into the clouds. Below the peak, about halfway up the mountain, a simple cave is looming...
Half cut, everything is half cut!
Half of the sutra painting, half of the mountain, half of the cave... Yang Ji had actually seen this painting many times. But this time he felt something was a little different.
Where exactly it is, Yang Ji is not sure. If you have to look carefully, it is that the original sutra painting was just a dead object, but now, Yang Ji can vaguely feel a trace of life on it.
"Could it be that this scroll of scriptures and paintings can absorb blood?"
Yang Ji frowned and thought to himself. He took the incomplete scroll and looked over it carefully.
It has actually been more than a year since I got this unnamed volume of sutras and paintings. But Yang Ji still doesn’t know what it is and what it does.
There was only half of the sutra painting left, but it could absorb the blood of others during the battle and reduce some of the damage. Yang Ji had never heard of such a weird and incomplete sutra painting. He had never seen it before.
This is different from all the scripture paintings that Yang Ji has come into contact with.
"What the hell is this?"
Yang Ji weighed the scriptures and paintings, thinking secretly in his heart and wondering.
It is fair to say that a half-broken sutra painting must have been disabled. I have never heard that a half-disabled sutra painting can absorb the blood of others!
"When there is a monster, there must be something abnormal. There must be some reason here."
Yang Ji looked at the ceiling above his head and thought to himself.
Yang Ji studied this scripture painting carefully more than a year ago. At that time, Yang Ji's consciousness was absorbed into the scripture painting. He could vaguely see the word "Dongtian" on the ancient cave in the scripture painting.
, the other two characters cannot be seen due to my cultivation.
"At this time, I was only at the third level of martial arts. I couldn't see any clues. Now it's different. Xiao Zhoutian's cultivation is several times stronger than before. I don't know if I can explore again now.
Can’t you gain something?”
Yang Ji secretly thought in his heart.
"Xiao Ji, I'm sorry to trouble you."
Yang Ji opened his sleeves, and with a swish, a black shadow rushed out, rushed to the door, and hid in a gap.
With Xiao Ji's protection, Yang Ji felt slightly relieved.
This kind of exploration consumes a lot of energy, physical strength and blood. When consciousness is absorbed into it, Yang Ji has no way to respond to attacks from the outside world.
This is also the reason why Yang Ji released Xiao Ji.
"His!"
Taking a deep breath, Yang Ji slowed down his breathing and pushed the blood and energy in his body. The energy and spirit slowly reached the peak with the blood and energy, and then he slowly stretched out a finger.
"boom!"
In Yang Ji's feeling, it was like a thunderbolt struck the top of his head, thunder roared in his ears, strong wind blew, and at the same time, a huge suction force came from his fingers.
Buzz, Yang Ji's mind was shaken, and his whole consciousness was sucked in instantly. At the same time, the blood in his body also leaked crazily...
The surging blood rushed towards his face, and Yang Ji seemed to be immersed in a vast sea of blood. His consciousness quickly fell downwards in the sea of blood.
I don't know how long it took, but Yang Ji finally saw that ancient cave again.
It was different from last time. When I saw it again, the cave was much clearer and taller, giving off a vast atmosphere.
Yang Ji could even see the uneven stone on the cave door frame. The texture was so real that it was unbelievable.
Yang Ji couldn't even be sure whether all this was his conscious perception or whether it really existed.
If it were the imagination of consciousness, this would be too real.
And if it's true...
Yang Ji could no longer imagine it, it was too mysterious.
There was silence all around, and Yang Ji couldn't feel his own presence. But he could see the cave. This time, Yang Ji finally saw clearly all four recessed cinnabar ancient seal characters on the lintel of the cave door.
"Zi...yang...dongtian!"
Yang remembered the four big characters on the cave. In an instant, as if something had been awakened, a huge coercion suddenly appeared in the void, and then there was a loud wind and thunder, and everything around him was instantly distorted and blurred.
In just an instant, Yang Ji's consciousness was shaken out of the sutra paintings.
"Snapped!"
The incomplete scripture painting in his hand fell to the ground with a snap.
Yang Ji opened his eyes, his forehead was covered in sweat, his face was pale, and his whole body was sore, almost as if he had fought a fierce battle. Only the last trace of blood in his body was left.
"The painting on this scroll is too evil!"
Yang Ji lowered his head and took a deep breath. It was the same the last time. As long as his consciousness entered the sutra paintings, he not only had to absorb all his mental power, but also all the blood in his body. He was even more exhausted than a battle.
Even when Yang Ji was studying scriptures and paintings in the Tieguan Sect's scripture cave, he had never been in such a mess.
"It seems that this scroll is not only poisonous to other people, but also to myself."
Yang Ji gasped and thought to himself. (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novels are better and updated faster!