Chapter 1437: It is as joyful as misfortunes and blessings, and the greatest happiness in the world cannot be known
Guizhe Holy Mountain.
Daoqiong stands in front of the Shenghuan Hall, and his robes are fluttering in the breeze on the snowy night.
When looking from a distance, it seems that there are stars flying across the night sky, like fireflies, disappearing at the end of the field of vision in the blink of an eye.
"cold……"
Dao Qiongcang felt the coldness of the snowy weather for the first time.
He reached into his sleeves and covered his forearms, feeling a little cold in his palms.
This is not a good sign.
Just now, he accepted the five declines and one worship of the gods from a distance. After that, whether it was searching, purifying, or self-examination...
He couldn't find any trace of the curse left on himself.
Even if I take a shower and change clothes in time, it seems that this can wash away the bad luck, but I still feel a little uncomfortable mentally.
Just like the most common sentence in the world of mortals, "I curse you for giving birth to a child without an asshole." If you curse you, you will be cursed. Who knows that it will come true?
The curse in the spirit refining world can turn invisible into finite, leaving some imprints, either on the spirit or on the soul. In short, there are traces to follow.
It can’t be found in the sky!
He thought, maybe his level was still too low, maybe it was because of the curse of the Five Decline of Heaven and Man that his level was higher?
Its bow is like a shooting star streaking across the night sky, passing by without leaving a trace.
"Maybe, it's fake?"
Dao Qiongcang uncovered his secret, Sinan.
He thought there was a possibility that the five degenerates of heaven and man could not lock him at all. Three
He was just bluffing, seemingly cursing profusely, but in fact he left nothing behind.
Set up the altar, put three sticks of incense on it, and then remove everything...
He is just pretending, but he can make his enemies feel like they are cursed psychologically.
Being unable to find out or solve the problem at its source, and then panicking and panicking - this kind of curse is even more advanced!
In particular, Tianren Wuhui knew that the person he was targeting was the mysterious and mysterious Dao Qiangang...
Dao Qiongcang is very confident in his own strength.
He thought that it was very possible for the Five Deceivers of Heaven and Man to prevent the curse mark from being discovered by Tianjishu in the future. It looked like a curse, but in fact there was no curse.
Using the method of "attacking the mind" makes people feel that they have been cursed. This is the reason why everything is blocked in the future. Everything is blocked because of this curse.
If things go on like this, even if people are not cursed, they will feel that they are cursed, and then they will blame others and everything will go wrong.
However, the more fear comes, the more misfortunes will come and the situation will get worse.
This can cause people to fall into an endless cycle.
"A curse without a curse is better than a curse with a curse!"
Dao Qiongcang felt that as long as he was proficient in curse techniques, he would definitely use this non-curse technique more often, especially when dealing with smart people.
But now, no curse mark can be found, and the heaven and earth do not know how to think about the five declines of heaven and man.
What will be the outcome of that prayer? Will I really fall into bad luck...
"call."
The scent of cinnamon hit his face, interrupting Dao Qiongcang's thoughts.
The night wind condensed slightly, and the spirit body of Jiuji Gui, dressed in palace attire, emerged.
"Just now, scarlet red came to the mountain. The formation was unprepared. I wanted to stop you. Why didn't you let me go?" The envoy of the Nine Sacrifice walked to the front of the Shenghuan Hall with a puzzled look on his face.
"That's for me. If you suffer it, it's my fault."
"what is that?"
"The power of the curse of the five declines of heaven and man."
When the Nine Sacrifice God Envoy heard this, his eyes were a little surprised, and he asked for a long time: "Is it powerful?"
Dao Qiongcang did not answer, lowered his eyes, and stirred up the secrets of heaven and earth.
The Nine Sacrifice God envoys followed him with their eyes and saw that when the child was calculating the secrets, the usual gold and white colors that symbolized good luck and normality were gone.
Instead, everything is red light!
Dao Qiongtian counted nine times, and Tianji Sinan flashed scarlet nine times.
The Nine Sacrifice God Envoy was shocked. Even if she didn't understand Tianji Technique, she could understand the colors.
This was the first time she had seen a child and deduced such an ominous hexagram!
"What are you counting?"
"I."
When the Nine Sacrifice Envoy heard this, his expression became more reproachful.
"Why not activate the grand formation? Why not let the Holy Mountain defend it? The Holy Mountain has great luck..."
"Excalibur Xuan Cang, is there any news?"
The envoy of the Nine Sacrifice Gods was stunned and speechless.
Dao Qiongcang smiled and said: "I'm starting to hear bad news. This is the first one, and I believe it won't be the last one."
The Nine Sacrificial Gods were speechless.
Of course she could tell that what the kid meant was the Xuan Cang Divine Sword that suppressed the fate of the Holy Mountain, which had not yet been found.
If the power of the curse was allowed to pollute the destiny of the Holy Mountain, then he himself would be the one to blame.
However, how majestic is the luck of the Holy Mountain?
Even if the Xuan Cang Divine Sword is not on the holy mountain for a day, there are still other divine objects that can guard it.
Anyone who dares to curse the fate of the Holy Mountain will definitely suffer a huge backlash if he is a mere deity.
It’s hard to say, he might even die on the spot!
However, the matter has reached this point, and it is useless to say more.
"You have a way, right?" The Nine Sacrifice God Envoy looked expectantly and said that the children have great magical powers that are beyond the reach of ordinary people.
Dao Qiongcang glanced at the thick scarlet color on Tianji Sinan, then raised his eyes to look at the Nine Sacrifice Divine Envoy, and shook his head with a smile.
The Nine Sacrificial Gods were anxious.
"You must have a way!"
"After receiving the worship, I am as panicked as a bird, but I am not as happy as a sweetmeat."
"What's the solution? Think about it and use your... Tianji Technique!"
"Tianjishu can deduce troubles, but it can never solve them. It is a process, not a result."
"What should we do?"
"Having accepted it, then be at peace with it."
The envoy of the Nine Sacrifice Gods was very angry.
These are the children she watched grow up.
She was worried about the child, but the child was not worried about his own life at all.
How is this good?
"You must give me an explanation!" The Nine Sacrifice God Envoy frowned coldly and looked solemn.
"Then..." Dao Qiongcang said helplessly, "Misfortune and blessing depend on each other?"
"What is this statement?"
"Now that disaster has come, will blessings not come?"
The Nine Sacrifice Divine Envoy was choked again, and stared at Dao Qiongtian with a cold expression on his face.
"All right."
Dao Qiongcang spread his hands, turned out his scarlet and dazzling Tian Ji Si Nan and showed it to her, "I can only do ten hexagrams for myself."
"What about the tenth hexagram?"
"Not yet."
"Forget it!" the Nine Sacrifice God envoy was angry.
"Is it important?" Dao Qiongcang took back Tianji Sinan, turned around, walked to the silver table and sat down, "What if death comes... red again? Isn't that just ten deaths and no life?"
"Don't say such things!"
Dao Qiongcang no longer spoke to the Nine Sacrifice Divine Envoys.
He put down Tianji Sinan and looked at the night sky in the distance with an intoxicated expression. His hands were scratching in the air in front of him, not knowing what he was grabbing.
"What are you doing?" The Nine Sacrifice God Envoy came over and saw that this child was going crazy again.
Dao Qiongcang closed his eyes with an infatuated expression and a sigh in his tone:
"Destiny plays tricks on impermanence."
"When I choose to let him go, I am also letting myself go. I choose the unknown and uncertainty, so I can't even start the tenth hexagram."
"And this kind of unknown and uncertainty..."
Dao Qiongcang opened his eyes, looked at the Nine Sacrifice Divine Envoy, and chuckled: "That's why he's called Dao Qiongcang."
The Nine Sacrifice Divine Envoy couldn't understand what this child was thinking about.
But now that she was old and difficult to fight, she had no choice but to change the topic:
"Qingyuan Mountain, your semi-saint incarnation, how is the matter handled?"
Dao Qiongcang regained all his expressions and said seriously:
"Maybe, something unexpected is going to happen..."
The Nine Sacrifice Divine Envoy's eyelids twitched when he heard this. After taking a deep breath, he turned around and left the Shenghuan Hall.
There is no need to make this trip!
…
At the foot of Qingyuan Mountain.
The night is quiet and the evil spirits are gone.
A Meisi man held a folding fan and led a small donkey. When he was about to go up the mountain, he saw a frizzy young man.
"Young man, come here."
With one word, he stopped the young man who was thicker than a tree stump.
Cao Erzhu was on his way in a hurry. When he turned around, he saw an old immortal not far away who was tying a rope to his little donkey to a tree. After thinking about it, he untied it again.
For some reason, his impatience was suppressed by the man's gentle movements and words.
Cao Erzhu hurriedly stepped forward, patted the dust on his robe, and fell to the ground:
"Cao Erzhu, I have met the old immortal!"
At this moment, Cao Erzhu didn't even think of silence, covering up, etc., and the various reminders of his father's lifetime did not even appear in his mind.
He must be a good man!
This kind of noble and respected temperament, this kind of affinity with nature, this kind of specialness that makes people want to get close at a glance...
Cao Erzhu didn't even need to make any judgments.
When he took a quick look, he saw thousands of illusory sword-wielding disciples behind the old immortal, all facing the right path.
He knew that this was the real old god and he could make the decision for himself!
He, Cao Erzhu, could even suspect Master Li of impure intentions, but he could not doubt such a good person recognized by heaven and earth!
"I beg the old god to make the decision for Erzhu, my old man, he, he..." Cao Erzhu burst into tears and burst into tears.
The Meisi man stroked his beard and thought for a moment, but he couldn't remember that he had taught this man.
He quickly helped the young man up and asked calmly: "Speak slowly, what happened to your father?"
"He, he was killed. His head was cut off and put in a wine barrel. I don't know who the murderer is. Mr. Li said that the murderer might be in the mountain. I want to go up the mountain to find the murderer..."
"Who is your father?"
"His name is Cao Yihan, and my name is Cao Erzhu. He lives in a small town. I went up to the mountain and stopped for a day. As soon as I came back, he was like... wow!" Erzhu hugged the old god's arm and cried loudly.
To be honest, when I first heard the name "Cao Yihan", people from Meisi were shocked.
Soon, he realized that this was a misunderstanding and it was probably just a name collision.
After all, what he felt from this child was mostly the aura of ancient swordsmanship.
"Don't cry, don't cry..."
Mei Si comforted the big guy who was taller than him, but he couldn't get his hands around him, let alone pat the big kid's back.
After Cao Erzhu calmed down a little, he asked: "Who is Mr. Li?"
"Master Li, is this Master Li?" Cao Erzhu wiped his tears in confusion.
The Meisi man thought for a moment and then asked, "How do you know that your father's murderer is on the mountain?"
"That thing!" Cao Erzhu pointed at the Qingyuan Mountain Formation, "Tianji Technique!"
Cao Yihan, Tianjishu...
When so many coincidences come together, Meisi people can no longer believe that it is a coincidence.
"Child, have you ever heard of the Ten-Zun Seat?"
"I've heard of it, my dad is."
At the foot of Qingyuan Mountain, it suddenly became quiet, with only the sound of the little donkey scurrying through the snow and leaves beside the tree.
This Cao Yihan is the same as Cao Yihan?
And, Quirehan, is dead?
The person who killed him was from Tianji Shu... Dao Qiongang?
Meisi people feel that tonight is more dreamlike than a dream.
He randomly picked up a child on the way, with the aura of a friend, and he was still a ten-year-old child.
The news this child brought was enough to detonate the entire spirit refining world.
The cause and effect on this person seems to be no less than that of Xu Xiaoshou.
"Why do you call me Lao Shenxian? Do you know Lao Chan?" Meisi people looked at the child again, fearing that this was Dao Qiongang's plan.
"You are a good person." Cao Erzhu's eyes were extremely bright.
Mei Si people stared at the child.
Cao Erzhu greeted him with wide eyes.
Through the night, through the eyes...
The old sword master saw this child's sincere heart, which was spotless and spotless, like the last piece of pure land in this troubled world.
"What kind of me do you see?" Mei Si asked aloud.
He remembered a legend that a child's heart can see through the nature of human souls.
But as soon as the words came out of his mouth, Mei Siren laughed to himself.
Before being canonized, he firmly believed that his ancient sword was based on passing on the knowledge and educating people first.
I never thought that now I am so lost that I need to trace my true heart from a child.
Isn't this a failure?
Cao Erzhu looked behind the old immortal and was about to speak when Mei Siren waved out his folding fan and stopped him from speaking:
"No need to say it."
Cao Erzhu was startled and looked at the fan unfolded by the old god. There was no word written on it, but an ink painting.
The painting shows a simple school. There are two trees in front of the school, one is a peach tree and the other is a plum tree. The peach and plum trees are withered and bear no good fruit.
In the hall is an old man with white hair sitting on a futon. He seems to be very old. There is no one around him to serve him, and he is alone with only his back.
This painting on the fan seems to show that power is "loneliness", but Cao Erzhu cannot see "loneliness".
Because from his perspective, in the hall painted on the fan, there was only the old god and no one else.
But behind the old god in front of him are thousands of illusory sword-wielding students.
They are pious and reverent. This power can form mountains and oceans, and can make any changes!
The old god in the fan is just trapped in his room, turning his back on himself, so he cannot see the scenery outside the hall.
Cao Erzhu looked at it for a long time, feeling a little lost. He scratched his head for a long time and asked: "Old god, are you also confused?"
Mei Siren's eyes were startled, and he glanced at the older child in surprise.
He lowered his eyes and thought for a long time, then raised his head and looked at Qingyuan Mountain and the night sky, muttering to himself with a hint of confusion:
"Yes, I can't see the road ahead suddenly."
"Because Lao Chen is not really an old immortal. One of the disciples he taught has become a great immortal."
Cao Erzhu tilted his head and thought for a while, then pointed behind the old god.
"They will help you."
Mei Siren was startled. He looked back and saw that there was no one behind him except the little donkey.
"Hahaha!"
The Meisi people suddenly laughed and laughed loudly.
He glanced at Cao Erzhu, turned over his fan, stared at the self-portrait again and again, and continued to laugh, smiling with relief.
Laughter ripples melodiously in the woods at the foot of the mountain.
"good!"
After a long time, Mei Si stopped laughing, stretched out his hand to pat this good boy on the head, and finally patted his arm twice.
"You follow Lao Chan up the mountain, and Lao Chan will help you find the enemy who killed your father."
"Please note that Qingyuan Mountain is too dangerous tonight. You must not stay away from me. You can only leave when I ask you to leave."
"Okay." Cao Erzhu nodded heavily, as if his father was alive again and had a backbone.
The Meisi people did not bring the donkey into the mountain, but only Cao Erzhu.
When he swiped his fan, a blue Mo sword emerged from underneath, cutting through the Qingyuan Mountain formation and walking in.
Cao Erzhu's eyes lit up, "No swordsmanship!"
As the Meisi people walked, they asked, "Have you ever learned swordsmanship?"
"right!"
"Is it ancient swordsmanship?"
"Yes, they said it was."
"Have you ever seen an old man who looks like an old god, but not as elegant as the old man? Did he teach you the sword?"
"Uh..." Cao Erzhu hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded heavily, "Yes!"
"Do you know the old man?" Cao Erzhu asked back.
The people in Meisi smiled and said nothing, feeling very happy. Even the night in the mountains felt a little better.
He took out a sword box and handed it to Cao Erzhu's hand. There was no response from the sword box.
Cao Erzhu opened the sword box and saw a purple-red three-foot sword inside, which was extremely beautiful.
He took out the sword and looked at it carefully.
This time the three-foot sword responded, trembling slightly, but it was not resistance, but surprise.
This sword is very sharp and murderous, and it is incompatible with the temperament of the old god... Cao Erzhu asked:
"Whose sword is this?"
The Meisi people stroked their beards and raised their heads, laughing heartily:
"This is his sword."
Thanks to the boss [Shengui Tuimodao Qionggui] for the 10,000 reward!