In the year 2048, the witchcraft traveled westward to Sichuan Province, and powerful enemies from behind continued to follow. Master Zha Migration knew that it would be difficult to escape, so he led 20,000 people to break the witchcraft, and fought fiercely with the Jian family for more than 20 years in the chaos.
ri, the desolate rock turned red. In this battle, 20,000 heroes fought to the death and almost all the troops were wiped out. Only 43 people entered the depths of the Chaos Plains, and only seven crossed the Chaos Plains to the northwest.
The next year, seven people found a passage that could reach the southwest and entered together. In February, they encountered a soul-eating wood demon. Yu fought to the death and escaped. However, when they reached this point, they were seriously injured. There was a fire demon blocking the way, and Yu knew it.
It is inevitable that this monument should be built to commemorate the heroic spirits of the twenty thousand martyrs of the witchcraft with the majesty of the earth.
The mountains and rivers will last forever, the heroic spirits will be immortal, and long live the witchcraft!
Gao Qianhu, Jingyuan, autumn of 2051.
This is the inscription on the top of the square stone wall. As Wu Maxi read it word by word, each word was like a bell or a drum, striking the deepest part of his heart, making his soul tremble.
The Battle of Chaos Realm was one of the largest large-scale battles in the history of artistic conception cultivation. It was also known as the first battle of all time because of its brutality and influence. The entire battlefield was reduced to bloody ruins, and Chaos Realm was like leaves rolled up by a strong wind.
Wandering disorderly across the wilderness.
This inscription may be the text closest to that battle. Although it does not describe the scenes of the war in detail, looking at the huge monument with a height of 600 meters, the sounds and scenes of the Battle of Chaos Plains seem to carry with it
The vicissitudes of life and vastness penetrated into the soul, making Wu Maxi's heart resonate with it.
Gao Qianhu is quite famous in history. "A Brief History of Artistic Conception" says that he has a tall appearance and a heroic demeanor. This man is a descendant of the great master Gao Jiesha and the eldest disciple of Zha Yihou. His family background can be said to be prominent.
.In addition, he was promoted to the master of witchcraft in his early forties. He was one of the most influential figures in Tianshu Continent at that time, and he had great hope of taking over the witchcraft lineage.
In the history of Wushu's westward migration, Gao Qianhu played an extremely important role.
Before moving to the west, Gao Qianhu once visited the Shape Controlling Sect as a witchcraft envoy, and had a secret conversation with Gu Zizang, the leader of the Shape Controlling Group at that time. It is speculated that it was to discuss joining forces to deal with Jianshuang City. According to official history, this time
The secret conversation ended unhappily. Gao Qianhu said that Gu Zizang was "too old to be involved in conspiracy." Gu Zizang responded, "Shu Zizang knows the plan?"
The next story is that Zha Yihou knew that he was weak and could not fight against the Tianxiang led by Jian Shuangcheng. The Wushu Ju sect moved westward and had a big battle with Tianxiang outside the chaotic plains. Both sides suffered losses. Gu Zizang took advantage.
Leading 120,000 troops to move north calmly, the situation of dividing the world into three parts was instantly formed.
The first scene at the beginning of "Journey to the West" is a scolding battle between Gao Qianhu and Gu Zizang. Wu Maxi has always been deeply impressed. She did not expect to see the remains of this legendary figure here.
Looking further down, under this inscription, there are a series of legendary names: Zha Yihou, Ma Jiang, You Jiren, Niu Ao... Each of them is a figure who has performed many wonderful performances in history.
Wu Maxi recited along the stone wall, until the Huabiao Pillar exhausted the spiritual power in the beast bead, and the light gradually dimmed, but her mind was still surging, and the great achievements of her ancestors kept stirring in her mind, like waves.
The sea is rolling.
This is a kind of vicissitudes of emotion, it is so vast.
Bits and pieces of the past, like fragments, are drifting through my heart one after another. In front of this monument, all the ups and downs and difficulties seem to have become insignificant. Looking back, there is a kind of transparency from looking down.
I don’t know the true face of Mount Lu, just because I am in this mountain.
The hurdles that he had gone through in the past seemed so unattainable that he felt a little lost. Now, with the greatness of this monument, Wu Maxi's vision seems to have been elevated to countless levels, and he has become a little lost.
Scan your life over and over again.
He sat quietly in the darkness, with countless thoughts impacting his mind, chaotic and disorderly. After nearly six hours, his thoughts gradually became clear, and Wu Ma Xi stood up from the rock and stared in the direction of the stone wall in the darkness.
, eyes firm.
The long road through Xiongguan is really like iron, but now we are crossing it from the beginning.
Our predecessors even made it through the westward migration of witchcraft, so what do our own hardships mean?
His body suddenly jumped up, as agile as a spirit fox, but with an unstoppable and heroic momentum, he smashed into the night sky.
From then on, Wuma Xi stayed here. Not far in front of the stone monument, there was a rock of tens of square meters. He built a bonfire on the rock, slept on it, drank from the cold spring, ate fish and meat, sat in meditation, and studied.
, practice, think, and be as self-disciplined as a pilgrim ascetic.
Every month or so, the beast beads in the Huabiao Formation are recharged with energy, and the Huabiao blooms again, illuminating the monument clearly.
Every time the Huabiao lights up, Wu Maxi stands in front of the stone tablet, looking at the huge names, examining his own soul, cleaning up the dust in his heart, and gradually making his heart pure and mighty.
A few months later, Wu Maxi used kraft paper to completely copy the monument. Only about 12,000 of the names engraved on the monument could be clearly seen, and there were about dozens of incisions left.
It is shallow, and has been eroded by time, so the specific content cannot be clearly seen. There are nearly 8,000 names that Gao Qianhu has not recorded at all.
Based on the analysis of the carvings on this stone tablet, Gao Qianhu should have been halfway through carving when his body couldn't support it, so he continued to carve dozens of more, and finally he died after the lamp ran out of oil.
Every time Wu Ma Xi saw this stone tablet, she seemed to see a senior figure with a downcast figure and a determined expression, clinging to the stone wall like an ant, with his hands jingling incessantly, carving the names of these former colleagues.
name.
There is no sun or moon under the ground, and time passes slowly.
Confucian sage Confucius once said, I have to examine myself three times.
Wu Maxi spends several hours every day thinking, groping for the names in his hands, retracing the trajectories of his predecessors, and constantly examining his own heart.
Originally, in Wu Ma Xi's heart, the desire for the road to spiritual cultivation was like a desperate gambler's desire for profit, feverish and restless. After these days of precipitation, the mania gradually receded, and the road became more and more clear.
firm.
On a summer night seven years ago, Wu Mashu seemed to have foreseen his own death. He asked his son sitting next to the campfire a question he had never asked before: "How do you plan to spend your life?"
Wu Maxi also said something that she would never say to her father: "I want to practice spiritual practice." When he said this, his voice was trembling and his heart was trembling.
Wu Mashu smiled disdainfully and said: "The little kid is dreaming!"
Regardless of whether it was a dream or not, Wu Ma Xi experienced many ups and downs and took many detours along the way. He once thought about giving up the unrealistic dream of cultivating the realm and settling down for the rest of his life. However, that dream just took root in his heart.
In his heart, it was like a poison spell given to him by the gods, hindering his every step.
At the last Lanchi meeting thousands of years ago, Jian Shuangcheng, who was in his early twenties, also participated. Shi Qinglan, who was already a famous figure in the world at that time, asked him a question: "What is your desire for artistic conception in your heart?" Jian Shuangcheng
I pondered for a long time and had no answer. Many years later, when Jian Shuangcheng was compiling the "Jiuzhou Artistic Conception Canon", he wrote a preface, which said: My yearning for artistic conception is like a rolling torrent, flowing without regrets.
Even if you go through a thousand twists and turns, you still have to see the vastness of the ocean to feel at ease.
The longing for artistic conception in Wu Ma Xi's heart is not as vast as that of the Great Emperor, but just as the torrent rushes towards the ocean, the stream also flows towards the lake, never stopping.dd