Chapter 587 Holding the rise and fall in one hand, reciting the real name with four eyes
Buzz buzz!
Boom! Boom! Boom!
call
The buzzing sound kept coming from the house.
As the door frame shook, a strong wind blew through the crack in the door, making a harsh whistling sound.
After self-recommendation, Xiang Ran, who was protecting the law outside the door, listened to the movement behind him and felt the terrifying pressure in the room, and doubts arose in his heart.
"From what Uncle Master said, he seems to be trying out a new technique. I don't know what its use is, but there is such a movement, and looking at his solemn look, this technique must be useful to him.
It’s very important! But, with my uncle’s current situation”
Suddenly, she thought of what her master was trying a few years ago.
"Master has traveled all over the world over the past few years, constantly comprehending and creating new spells, just to perfect life, fill the soul, and then integrate what he has seen, heard, thought and learned throughout his life, build illusory dreams, and impact the separation between heaven and man. Could it be that
The same is true for Uncle Master? After all, he can walk out of the Taihua Secret Realm and is not rejected by heaven and earth. At least he has not broken the boundaries between heaven and man..."
"...the land spans thousands of miles, and there are hundreds of millions of soldiers and horses. With constant strength, we can join the army and the barbarians. We can resist the courtesy of China, but we can't compete with the Rong and Di to be great!"
In Dingxiang City, in front of Chen Cuo, a bit of blood flickered brightly and darkly, and many scenes swarmed out of it, changing endlessly.
Feeling the rich charm hidden in the illusion, Chen Cuo's mind became clearer and clearer.
"This sentence is obviously from the perspective of the Central Plains to evaluate the power of the Turks, but this is normal. After all, in this era, the culture of the Central Plains is prosperous and splendid, the level of science and technology is also the highest in the world, and it is in a state of strong export of culture and technology.
, the countries and tribes around the Central Plains, whether friendly or hostile, intentional or unintentional, must accept the influence of the Central Plains culture. In this regard, the rise and fall of culture also has its power.
, I will find an opportunity to understand it in the future..."
In the blink of an eye, in that illusion, a long river surged and flowed, bringing countless fragments of the past, like twinkling stars, passing through one after another in a short period of time, falling into Chen Cuo's eyes, intertwined with spiritual consciousness, and again
into his heart.
Such rapid changes actually contain the historical scene of hundreds of years ago, not only those big events, but also many details!
With so much content roaring into the heart, even a sex cultivator who specializes in thoughts and souls will be overwhelmed by what they see, and even the mind cannot bear the huge torrent of scenes!
But when Chen Cuo pressed the seal with his hand, twelve stars twinkled in his heart, outlining the shadow of the long river, exuding a heavy aura. The brilliance intertwined with the long river, outlining the complex lines of glowing light, and transformed those who came from the outside world.
The scene fragments that come out are mesmerizing, dismantling, exploring and analyzing one by one!
"The bloodline of Qilifushu is quite pure, and it can be traced back to the source of the rise of the Turkic clan. The historical fragments of the rise of this clan have been deposited in the depths of his bloodline, and now they are emerging in droves..."
The intermittent historical fragments, connected by the long river, slowly formed a complete context.
After a few breaths, Chen Cuo slowly constructed an increasingly clear development route in his mind.
The tribes that were nomadic in the Jinshan area of the grassland grew stronger in the turbulent times. In the era when the Eastern and Western Wei Dynasties coexisted, they defeated Tiele and collected more than 50,000 households. Since then, they have laid the foundation of a large clan, and when the Northern Qi and Northern Zhou Dynasties replaced the Yuan and Wei
, defeated Rouran, the original grassland overlord, and completely rose to power.
During this whole process, large and small things happened inside and outside the Turkic tribe. They were like tributaries, scattered in history, dividing and rejoining, but eventually they gradually gathered and twisted into one.
Chen Cuo stretched out his hand and grabbed the drop of blood, and a little starlight fell into his hand.
"This has established the foundation for the prosperity of this clan!"
After that, the historical scene changed violently, like a revolving lantern, going faster and faster. After the Turks experienced great development, under the leadership of Sabolo Khan, the actual land area controlled by the Turks reached a very astonishing level.
The point!
That drop of blood trembled violently.
Correspondingly, Zilifushe suddenly covered his head and his whole body started shaking.
Immediately, the mass of blood began to show signs of collapse and scattering.
Chen Cuo saw this scene and already understood.
"The peak of prosperity is also the beginning of decline. The peak of prosperity is followed by decline, and it is dusk in the desert."
Sure enough, the historical scene that followed was that this huge nomadic empire split from east to west and turned into two parts.
"puff!"
As soon as Lifushu spurted out a mouthful of blood, his whole body became exhausted.
Along with this, the strong luck that originally entangled him began to slowly dissipate, and part of it was entangled towards the drop of blood.
There was a bit more gray color in the blood.
At this moment, Chen Cuo stretched out his hand to grab it again, and a bit of darkness flew out of it and fell on his hand as well.
Immediately afterwards, the fragments of many historical scenes became more and more scattered, but the details and content became more and more detailed and abundant. Gradually, the luck that was about to dissipate actually gathered towards Qili Fushe again, and together with it
With that drop of blood that had become dim, it regained its brilliance!
"After the Turkic split, the Eastern Turkic Khanate belonged to the East Turkic Khanate, which occupied the grasslands in the northern part of the Central Plains. Although the Khanate was divided into two, its vitality was greatly damaged, but the original westward advance was stalled.
Instead, taking advantage of the war in the Central Plains, their influence spread southward and penetrated into the northern part of the Central Plains. The prosperity of the Central Plains was much greater than that of the barren grasslands in the Western Regions and the rivers, and it had a large population. The Eastern Turks stopped their westward advance and lost their territory.
It seems to have decreased, but the overall strength has increased instead, and it is the eve of another period of prosperity! The cycle of rise and fall is indeed continuous..."
Whether it is the historical context of later generations or the power deduction in today's world, such a trend is reflected.
Even vaguely, Chen Cuo still saw in the scene around the drop of blood the scene of Li Fushe leading the horse across the territory.
But compared to the Turk Yehu in front of him, he in that clip is older.
Snapped!
With a soft sound, all the illusions disappeared.
One moment, there was a lively scene in the room, but in the blink of an eye, everything was calm.
Zhilifushu straightened up even more, and then slumped down on the chair.
Chen Cuo waved, and the drop of blood flew over and landed in front of him.
In the blood, light and shadow flow, sometimes bright, sometimes dark. If you listen carefully, you can catch the sound of fighting and iron horses.
Just staring at this piece of blood, the aura in Chen Cuo's heart flickered and changed, vaguely sketching out a strange scene.
"Although the Turkic tribes are not as perfect as the Central Plains in terms of the dynasty system, after their rise, they have absorbed the essence of the four parties and improved the tribal laws. They have more or less legal systems, and there are also commanders and positions within them.
It is considered a dynasty, so what is contained in this drop of blood is the rise and fall of the dynasty."
After thinking about this, he looked at this drop again, smiled, and swept away the blood with his hand.
However, although the blood receded, there was still a little starlight left in the same place, with light and dark intertwined. Chen Cuo reached out and pinched it.
"The twelve types of Taoist signs are the pillars of the way of rise and fall, but there are no specific things. This method of dissociation uses the power of the Taoist signs to analyze the specific things in the world, refine the rise and fall, and then integrate them into
Dreams shape the foundation of my own practice. The rise and fall is the Tao, and the practice is me. They cannot be confused..."
While he was speaking, a little starlight flew up in his other hand, with the same light and dark changes, but there was a faint hint of fire in this starlight.
"The rise and fall of the Turks, the rise and fall of Zoroastrianism, a dynasty, a religion, but they are all real and present in this world. They can be compared and used to make dreams come true."
As he spoke, two points of starlight suddenly flew up, straight from his eyes into his heart, and disappeared into a mist.
Suddenly, Chen Cuo felt a surge of inspiration in his heart!
He immediately moved his mind according to the method of Taihua Dreamland, and the mist expanded faintly, and the scene inside was ups and downs.
Outside the house, a little thunder shuttles in the clouds!
But soon, the thunder light dissipated.
In Chen Cuo's heart, the fog gradually shrank and stagnated in front of the Taoist in his heart.
The Taoist stretched out his hand and grabbed it, closing the mist in order to collect his spiritual light.
"It's not enough. The dream of Taoyuan relies on what the monks have learned. These alone are not enough to support it. It is difficult to support a single tree. At least three more types must be found to reflect the number of the five elements, not to mention the acupoints.
If the method is incomplete, my true body will not be round, and the three flowers will not be able to correspond... eh?"
As the mist merged into the spiritual light, Chen Cuo's heart trembled slightly. In the hazy moment, he seemed to see a person writing quickly, recording his footsteps along the way!
In a daze, the long river roared, and the connection between him and the long river of history became even closer!
"Who is this person? He seems to have a lot to do with me, and he is also involved in the path of prosperity and decline!"
With a thought in his heart, Chen Cuo was about to follow the connection to explore, but suddenly, a bloody light came from the void, destroying this connection!
"Someone is obstructing it!"
at the same time.
Outside Dingxiang City, Zhang Lun and his party of more than fifty people had arrived at the city gate.
The guards in the city came over to pay their respects.
"You don't need to be so polite." He waved his hand with a haughty look on his face, "I am here on the orders of the Great Khan to identify the true and false disciples of Mount Taihua. Please lead the way quickly!"
As he spoke, he looked at the half-destroyed city wall in the distance, frowning with disgust on his face.
"The monks are running rampant with their magical powers and don't pay any attention to the laws of Gangchang. It is really hateful. This time to find out whether the person is real or not, if it is real, that's it. If it is fake, this time
You can’t just let it go so easily!”
While they were talking, their group had already entered the city.
This scene all fell into the eyes of the two people.
The two men stood on a hill.
A man with a red complexion, a burly figure, long eyes and a beard, was wearing a frontier battle armor, but there was no sword on his body, instead he was holding a cattail leaf fan.
The other person was a child. He looked like he was no more than three or four years old. He had two towering hairdos and was wearing a blue shirt. He raised his fingers and looked at the group of people. He said in a sweet voice: "These people are Ben."
Are you going with the person who set up the Tao? How about, do you want to follow him and have a look?"
"No rush." The red-faced strong man fanned the cattail leaf fan, "Just wait and see, you and I have lost our past legends and had our real names usurped by others. We must get help from this person, but the timing of meeting is very important, otherwise it will be difficult to win trust.