Chapter One Hundred and Twenty One The Book of the Heavens, Future Events
When Ning Que gently opened the old book in the fire... the Tao and the breath slowly emerged from the yellow spider qing. This breath was calm, indifferent and clear, as if it did not belong to the human world, and it was fluttering for a moment.
Straight up to the sky, it seems as if it will disperse into the winter clouds and never return to the page of the book again.
Because this breath is too light and clear, it cannot be incompatible with anything in the winter wilderness, but it does not merge. Even those soft and invisible cloud threads cannot merge. This is not the same as being unable to merge.
Resistance and rejection are just the nature of silence, even if they are not willing to contact.
Without contact with nature, there will be no interaction. It is still the quiet winter clouds and the desert frost forest. Even the most powerful practitioner in the world cannot detect the aura emanating from this book.
But the sky can, because the blue or lead-gray sky is a mirror, a mirror that belongs to Haotian and reflects everything, so it can clearly reflect the appearance of that breath.
Those dense and low-hanging clouds in the winter sky, like old water-soaked cotton mattresses, reacted quickly after the scroll of the Heavenly Book was opened. The thick clouds violently twisted and tore at each other, and then moved against each other.
Entangled and swallowed, they eventually broke away from each other's area and turned into countless independent clouds.
The distant blue sky background is revealed among the countless clouds. It is precisely because of this background that these clouds have a clear sense of hanging, turning them into countless silent stones floating in the air.
Ning Que looked up at the clouds and stones in the sky, thinking of the billions of strange rocks in the large formation outside the Demon Sect Mountain Gate... If he had some enlightenment, he felt something in his heart, and he was silent with emotion.
Somewhere in the black wasteland.
Ye Su was looking at the sky and clouds, with his hands behind his back, as if he had already grasped the thin wooden sword, and his head was raised high, as if he had leaned on the thin wooden sword. The clothes on his body were very thin...as if he wanted to follow him.
He was dancing in the cold wind on the wasteland... The emotion on his face was also very thin, a thinness formed by a kind of self-deprecating indifference.
Another place in the black wasteland.
Tang Zai was looking at the sky and clouds... His hands were hanging by his sides, holding tightly like two firm stones. His head was raised high, as if it was a boulder about to fall on the edge of a cliff. The leather jacket on his body was very thick...
... No matter the cold wind blowing in the wilderness left no trace, the expression on his face was also very thick, which was formed by the calmness of Yihe who understood the truth.
Another place in the Black Joy Wasteland.
Xiahou lightly lifted the reins and slowly raised his right hand to signal the dark-armored heavy cavalry around him like dark clouds to stop. Then he looked up at the tens of thousands of clouds in the sky that looked like hanging rocks, and couldn't help but recall many years ago.
The mountain gate that Tao could see day and night... thought of many things, and a trace of pain flashed across his face as deep as iron.
There were many people in the wilderness at this time, and none of them had the ability to come into contact with the quiet atmosphere leaked from the heavenly book, but they saw the vision in the sky, and saw the clouds that were independent and silent and did not blend with the heaven and earth.
So they were shocked...and then silent.
The oracle of the Great Priest is true.
The Book of Heaven appears in a scroll with clear characters in the wilderness.
Unfortunately, people in the world can know that the Book of Heaven has appeared in this world by looking at the sky and clouds, but they do not know where the Book of Heaven appears in the wilderness.
"Senior brother...Yin Ran's Book of Heaven is in your hands, so why didn't you tell them, Xian Tao?"
"It makes sense. No one can tell it except the people in our academy."
"Yes, I told them, they will definitely come to rob me, and I don't want to fight with them. As I said, I'm not very good at fighting. Those people in Xiahou are very powerful, and it will be very difficult to defeat them."
Ning Que noticed that the elder brother didn't say it was difficult, but just hard. He was stunned and couldn't help laughing.
"Junior brother, why are you laughing?"
"It's nothing, I just think you are a wonderful person, senior brother."
"Oh? What's so wonderful about it?"
“Everywhere is great.”
"Well, I don't quite understand what you're saying."
"Eldest brother?"
"Junior brother?"
"How do you close this heavenly book? You can't always leave it open like this. The sky's reaction is so strong. What if someone really can find traces and catch up?"
"The matter of closing a book is generally divided into three steps. The first person..."
"Big Brother."
"Junior brother?"
"There's something weird about this heavenly book. I took a look at it earlier. The shock to my sea of consciousness was so severe that I wanted to vomit blood, so I wanted to close it. But now that I'm talking to you, I want to vomit blood even more, so can you please help me?"
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"Oh, I understand.
"Eldest brother?"
"Junior brother?"
"Why didn't you speak?,.
"Didn't you ask me to help? Jun Mo would get angry easily when talking to me when he was a child. At that time, he was just like you just now, saying he wanted to vomit blood. The so-called help meant shutting up."
"I'm talking about books...Of course, I will keep in mind the precautions when chatting with you in the future, senior brother."
"Oh, I understand."
A hand stretched out from the reddish firelight. It was the hand of senior brother. The cover of the old book was extremely heavy to Ning Que, mixed with a sense of infinite pressure and pressure. Just a glance from the corner of his eye made his consciousness tremble.
Broken, but under the hands of senior brother, it did not
If there is any abnormality, the pages of the book will be closed gently with a slight lift. The tens of thousands of stone-like clouds in the sky gradually disperse, merge into each other, and return to a gloomy and continuous wet field.
Roll out cotton wool and cover the entire wasteland.
The strong men in the wilderness who sensed the celestial phenomena and looked up at the sky and clouds were silent for a long time, and then left in silence with mixed emotions of either sighing or feeling confused.
It was almost dusk, and the very pale sunset red filtered through the clouds, illuminating the cold forest on the wasteland. The warm stream was as thin as a girl's blue silk, reflecting countless golden threads. The big black horse by the stream looked like a clumsy horse.
The monsters were jumping like sparrows, and the beautiful girl talisman in white coat was chasing after them. The color of the fire beside the forest was getting darker and darker.
The eldest brother put the leftover potato peels at his feet and asked slowly: "Did you find the Haoran Sword?"
Ning Que didn't pick up the Haoran Sword that his junior uncle had in the Demon Sect Mountain Gate, but he knew what the elder brother really meant when he asked, so he nodded and said, "It's not a real sword, but I picked it up."
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The look on the eldest brother's face looked extremely tolerant and happy, and he said majestically: "That's good.
After Ning Que was silent for a moment, he asked very seriously: "Senior brother, why did you choose me to inherit the mantle of your uncle?"
The Book of Heaven's Mingzi Scroll has always been in the academy. Of course, the academy will not compete with the world's sects. It can only be for those mottled sword marks left by the young master's uncle and the aura that wants to return to the master's sect. Those sword marks and aura represent
The spirit and mantle of the young master's uncle have been living outside because the gate of the Demon Sect was blocked.
Decades later, the Demon Sect's mountain gate opened in response to the weather. At this time, the empire and the academy changed their plans for autumn practice, allowing Ning Que to lead the team to the wasteland. Now he naturally understood why.
However, there are so many senior brothers and sisters in the mountains behind the academy. He is the lowest and the most junior, and has never met the Master. Naturally, he is not the most favored. So why is it his turn to inherit the mantle of the young junior uncle?
"Because this is your opportunity, little junior brother."
The senior brother looked at him with a gentle expression, and his clean eyes seemed to be able to see directly into his heart.
Ning Que murmured and repeated: "Opportunity?"
"What is chance? In the words of the teacher, it is the cause and effect that cannot be explained but exists naturally. However, the teacher does not believe in chance, but I believe in it. In my opinion, Master Liansheng, the temple for thousands of years, and the desolate people going south are all
That's the case and it's the same for you, little junior brother."
The senior brother said: "You want to enter the academy, so you did. His Majesty needs you to come to the wasteland, so you come. You can feel the aura of my junior uncle, so you go. When night comes, the Demon Sect's mountain gate, which has been sealed for decades, responds to the weather.
It opens, and you are there, so you enter. There is no need to explain it with reason, and it cannot be explained, but it has its own cause and effect, so this is your chance, not my chance, nor Jun Mo's or anything else.
Opportunities for junior brothers and junior sisters.”
Ning Que looked up in confusion at the vast snowy mountains in the distance, thinking that he left Chang'an when he was young and grew up hard at the southern foot of Meng Mountain. More than ten years later, he came to the northern foot of Meng Mountain. As the youngest disciple of the academy,
There seems to be something really at play in inheriting the mantle of my junior uncle.
I don't know how long it took for him to get rid of the inexplicable sentimental mood. When he turned around, he ran into his senior brother's eyes that were as clean as pure water. He couldn't help being slightly startled, and then he felt a little sad.
When he mentioned the things in the Demon Sect's sect to his elder brother, he did not mention the most secret parts, which was why he was so sad. When he first met his elder brother in the academy last spring, he had been afraid of the other party's cleanliness.
And that aura that makes people so close that they can't hide their sincerity. Now that they know that the other person is his senior brother, he will definitely treat him sincerely. Naturally, he will no longer be afraid, but he will feel more and more struggling and painful.
Do you want to tell senior brother about being possessed by a demon?
It was almost night, the stars were out, and black was about to cover the entire wasteland. The fire beside the frost forest became brighter and brighter. When the howling winter wind blew, the swaying flames illuminated Ning Que's face.
Ning Que lowered his head and looked at the fire in front of him. After being silent for a long time, he finally made up his mind and said in a tight voice: "Elder brother," did the master uncle become a demon? That's why he was punished by heaven and died?"
The senior brother looked at him quietly and said, "Yes."
Ning Que raised his head and asked: "Then I inherited the style of my junior uncle..."
The senior brother smiled and said: "Haoran Sword has Haoran Qi, and Haoran Qi has Haoran intention. I have also learned Haoran Sword."
Ning Que shook his head and said, "No."
The senior brother seemed to know what he was struggling with, waved his hand to stop him from continuing, and said with a smile: "Junior brother, if you really don't know how to deal with some things, then you can talk to the teacher when you have the opportunity."
(In a certain resort, I was lucky. When many authors couldn’t access the Internet, I was able to get online. I can withstand it. I will definitely not stop tomorrow. It’s just that I didn’t do it well. If the writing is rough, please give me more help.
be magnanimous.
Then I strongly recommend to everyone the new book Holy Temple of Skeleton Elf, the book number is Nai Chou Qiang. I am very curious about what kind of story this guy who is accustomed to passionate work will create in the world of Xianxia this time.)