"The heart of Yu Xiangjing is like hundreds of rivers flowing into the sea, never ending."
This sentence once appeared in the preface of "Jiuzhou Artistic Conception Ceremony". According to later generations' research, it was Emperor Jian Shuangcheng's answer to Shi Qinglan's question. In other words, the demon in this "Zi Hao Ji",
It is very likely that it is Shi Qinglan.[]
Yaoyao!
What a term of endearment, these two people...
Wu Ma Xi's heart for gossip actually started to stir.
The relationship between Jian and Shi has always been close. This is no secret. In Jian Shuangcheng's writings, Shi Qinglan's shadow can often be seen. But after all, Shi Qinglan is nearly thirty years older than Jian Shuangcheng. Except for some third-rate legends
Apart from the fact that novels will draw red lines for them, the mainstream view in the realm of spiritual practice is that they are both teachers and friends.
Beauty is like a clear lotus in the picture. If one had not known her age, it would be easy to mistake her for a certain twenty-eight-year-old beauty.
"Have you found...?" Huo Qilang's question pulled Wuma Xi out of the quagmire of gossip.
Wu Ma Xi did not look back, but just snorted coldly.
Huo Qilang looked at his back, yelping again, hesitated for a long time, sighed, and returned to Ling Shile's side honestly.
His attention was once again focused on the moon bracelet.
On the left side of Zi Haojie is a simple bookshelf made of jade cypress wood. On the top are engraved two seal characters: Tiangui. There is also a line of small characters below: "Jiuzhou Artistic Conception Grand Canon" with three hundred and sixty volumes.
"Jiuzhou Artistic Conception Canon" is the most famous set of artistic conception classics in the history of artistic conception.
The great emperor Jian Shuangcheng worked hard for decades, gathering the essence of the world's artistic conception, and after more than ten years of painstaking editing and revision, he finally completed this canon.
"Jinghua". According to unofficial records, when this code was first established, there was a loud thunderclap over Zihao City, like a dragon roaring and a beast roaring, which lasted from October to March of the following year.
"Jiuzhou Artistic Conception" has a total of 27 volumes and 9.8 million volumes. It is extremely large in scale. In order to store it, Jian Shuang City built a building called Jingyuan.
Less than twenty years after the completion of this ceremony, Jian Shuang City fell into chaos. As soon as the news reached Zihao City, the red-eyed heirs to the throne immediately went berserk and fought and killed nearly one person in Zihao City.
That month, Jingyuan also encountered the first fire since the building was built. After this fire, the newly compiled "Jiuzhou Artistic Conception Ceremony" was burned to the ground.
In the following thousand years, Jingyuan suffered several fires and fires during the imperial power struggle in Daxia, and was extremely damaged. Three hundred years ago, when the general Duanmu Liancheng usurped Xia and established Zhou Dynasty, Jingyuan was set on fire again.
It was completely burned, and there has been no news about the "Jiuzhou Artistic Conception" since then.
The reason why Jiuzhou Jingyuan was given the word "Yuan" was to suppress fire, but in the end it was inevitably destroyed by fire.
When Tu Han, a historian of artistic conception, mentioned this grand ceremony, he clapped his hands and stamped his feet every time, cursing the Jian family as sinners of the realm of realm cultivation. The fruit that the realm of realm cultivation has produced for thousands of years has been sacrificed to this evil family.
Burned clean.
I thought that this set of "Jiuzhou Artistic Conception Canon" had completely become the dust of history, but I didn't expect that its remains would be discovered by accident.
Wu Maxi looked at the bookshelf in front of her. Time had made the color of the jade cypress wood thicker, but the ugly traces of smoke and fire all over the cabinet showed its wretchedness over the past thousand years.
The classics on the shelf were scattered, with only twenty-six remaining, and several of them still had obvious signs of fire. But Wu Maxi thought about the value of these things on his knees. Each one was a priceless treasure. He couldn't help but look at these classics.
I was so happy that I almost started singing.
"Big...brother..." Huo Qilang's voice always comes at the wrong time.
"Shut up." Wu Ma Xi turned around and glared at him, then focused her consciousness on Xiang Jing again, shook her head slightly, put away her attachment to "The Fragmentary Code of Nine Continents' Artistic Realm", and started her search again.
Next to the bookshelf are four brocade boxes of different lengths, made of wood of unknown material, with various beautiful patterns carved on them.
Wu Maxi took out these brocade boxes one by one and observed them. The first brocade box was flat, with a gorgeous peach grove engraved on it, and the carving skills and the glazing of March to visit the peach grove.
But as soon as his eyes touched the seal characters inscribed next to Taolin, Wu Maxi's nerves immediately tightened. Although these words were written in a gentle way, Wu Maxi still felt that his heartstrings were tightened.
Eighteen Hells——Gou Ze.
A work of thousands of years of bone evisceration, the master of the artistic conception of torture.
Such a beautiful brocade box contains such a set of artistic conception?
However, when I opened the brocade box, I discovered that this set of Eighteen Hells was not complete. There were only six pictures, and one of them was the Iron Tree Hell that Wu Ma Xi had learned. However, this was already very rare. Even a power like the Cha family,
The eighteen hells obtained are only four or five.
The second brocade box is the longest among the four brocade boxes, with a length of three feet. The body of the box is painted with the sun, moon and stars, and five large characters are engraved on the top: List of Tianshu. After opening it, I discovered,
This is a map of the Tianshu Continent, which is very detailed, and based on what Wu Maxi knows about the terrain of the southwest region, this map is very accurate.
There is no engraving on the third brocade box, but the strange wood shines with its original color, making it look low-key and calm.
After opening it, there is a scroll with six views inside.
Sixteen branches of meaning extend from the bottom of the picture. After various entanglements, interspersions, and nesting, they build up an enchanting and swaying beauty bottle model. The entire structure is slender and agile, both in terms of the trend of the lines and the overall outline.
From the looks of it, they are all as beautiful as works of art.
In addition to the beauty of the brushwork, the scale of this artistic conception is extremely large, and the structure is ingenious and the style of writing is vivid. Especially at the end of the weaving, the sixteen branches of meaning simultaneously diverge into the void in an amorphous trajectory, adding countless elements to this artistic conception.
The change and controllability can be called a stroke of genius.
There is no doubt that this is the work of a master.
Directly above the six views, there are four beautiful seal characters inscribed: Qingqiu Fox Shadow.
Whether judging from the handwriting or text content, it is easy to conclude that the author of this artistic conception is probably a woman.
Regarding the artistic conception of femininity in history, and the one that could be related to this moon bracelet, Wu Maxi’s first thought was Shi Qinglan.
In history, there are many legends left by Shi Qinglan, but not many real objects. This makes future generations always have a sense of emptiness when studying this senior practitioner. In unofficial history, she is often mentioned as
He came to legend as a god.
"Brother, Lele, she...she really can't survive." Huo Qilang's voice sounded faintly and resentfully again.
Wu Ma Xi turned around, glared at him fiercely, and said coldly: "You're not dead yet?"
"She's almost out of breath!" Huo Qilang suddenly broke out, stood up with red eyes, and roared at Wu Ma Xi at the top of his lungs.
Wu Ma Xi heard the cry in his voice, snorted coldly, and said lightly: "I can't die." After saying that, she turned her head and continued tinkering with the moon bracelet.
After removing the sealing environment, with sporadic spiritual energy flowing and nourishing, the survivability of the environment cultivator is extremely astonishing. In addition, the kapok woven by Wuma Xi has superior fragrance-transmitting properties. Within a day and a half, Ling Shile will not die.
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This outbreak exhausted all the courage Huo Qilang had accumulated, and he sat down next to Ling Shile and started to cry.
Wu Maxi was too lazy to pay attention to him and continued searching.
The fourth brocade box contained an artistic conception called "Hangover". Due to Huo Qilang's urging, Wu Maxi just glanced at it and ignored it.
In the next area, there are seven furnace tripods, purple in color, with shapes that are either smart, simple, dignified, or complicated, with different styles but each with its own unique interest.
There is a jade plaque hanging on the ear of these furnace tripods. When Wu Maxi looked carefully, he saw that it was an explanation of the things in the furnace. They were written as follows: Frost Drink, Reins of the Shepherd God, Attracting Bees and Butterflies, Land.
Zu Enci, Moon Mirror, Ghost Lock, Soul-Calling Song.
Among them, the three furnaces of Reins of the Shepherd, Moon Mirror and Soul-Calling Song are still emitting faint fluctuations, like wisps of light smoke, while the other four furnaces are like a jar of stagnant water, without any movement.
Soul-calling songs, is this what Ling Shile is counting on to save his life?
Wu Maxi took out the cauldron of the soul-calling song and observed it carefully.
Is this a pill?
Wu Maxi was a little confused. He had never heard the names of these elixirs. Moreover, there were fluctuations of artistic conception in the furnace from time to time. This did not seem to be the characteristics that elixirs should have.
Opening the stove lid, I saw a ball of light green light floating out from the inside of the stove, hovering around the mouth of the stove like a butterfly, emitting warm and gentle fluctuations.
This seems to be an artistic conception.
Although the composition of this thing is very strange and is very different from the usual artistic conception, this is how Wu Ma Xi feels.
He stretched out the Yi Zhi and gently touched the light and shadow, only to see the light and shadow slowly swimming under the drive of the Yi Zhi.
"Is this? Is this that thing?" Huo Qilang was extremely happy and awkwardly kowtowed to Wuma Xi.
As soon as Wuma Xi thought about it, this group of light and shadow fell on Ling Shile's head. It slowly penetrated through her slightly frowned eyebrows and disappeared after a while. Ling Shile's pale face seemed to have a layer of luster.
, the slightly frowning eyebrows gradually relaxed.
"Lele, Lele..." Huo Qilang knelt in front of Ling Shile, murmuring helplessly.
Wu Maxi stared at Ling Shile's face, which was gradually turning red at a slow but clearly detectable speed.
What exactly is this magical thing?
Wu Ma Xi stretched her tired body and exhaled a long breath.
The sun finally jumped above the horizon, turning the entire sky and earth red, and at first glance, it looked like it was on fire.
Ling Shile fell asleep in this early morning picture, as quiet as a virgin. When the first ray of sunlight in the morning shone across the ruins on her face, her beautiful eyelashes moved slightly, and then opened a thin slit.
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Huo Qilang cried with joy, and big tears overflowed from his eyes.
Ling Shile's confused eyes quickly became clear, and then became sharp. Where the poisonous needle-like gaze fell, Huo Qilang's tears falling in the air suddenly condensed and turned into sharp ice edges. Under the sun, the ice
The colorful light of the ice edge flashed away, and by the time Wu Ma Xi turned around, the ice edge had already penetrated Huo Qilang's eyeballs and shot into the depths of his mind. dd