Song Xuan had no intention of paying attention to the discussions among the people in the carriage and their speculations about himself.
At this time, he was sitting cross-legged in the carriage, focusing his energy on the mysterious bronze mirror.
"Brother Jing, didn't you say that the main world is the plane of swallowing the stars? Why did you end up in Changjin Lake?"
Soon, Bronze Mirror responded.
"It's the Devouring Starry Sky Plane, but it's just a little earlier than the plot begins!"
"It's just a little early?" Song Xuan was speechless, "You're a hundred years too early!"
The plot of Swallowing the Starry Sky begins with the protagonist Luo Feng taking the college entrance examination in 2056, but now it is 1950, a full 106 years early. Is this too early?
Writing quickly appeared on the bronze mirror.
"Time is not important. In short, this is indeed the plane of the Devouring Starry Sky. As the main plane, the host will enter the main world to rest after leaving the copy world."
"Then when will you enter the dungeon world next time?"
"The host can choose to enter the next copy world at any time. The time flow rate between the copy world and the main world is ten to one, ten years in the copy world and one year in the main world.
The host is asked to choose to enter the dungeon world at the appropriate time based on his own situation."
You can enter the dungeon world at any time, which is definitely good news for Song Xuan.
It can be said that this is his life-saving trump card.
"The last world should be regarded as my novice world, right? After completing the novice world experience, are there any prizes such as big gift packages?"
"have!"
"The reward for completing the novice mission has been delivered, please host to explore on your own!"
As the writing on the bronze mirror appeared, Song Xuan felt as if there was something extra in his arms.
Subconsciously, he groped around in his arms, and then, a little yellow and worn-out booklet appeared in his hands.
There seems to be writing on the cover of the booklet, but it is so blurry that it can't be seen clearly, as if it has been weathered.
Song Xuan casually opened the first page, and then, his eyes suddenly couldn't open anymore.
On the first page, there is a portrait.
The people in the painting are pure and beautiful, like spirits emerging from the water of the Han River. They are as beautiful as the moon in the water in the south of the Yangtze River. They are as warm and moist as jade, as clear as water, as elegant and elegant as ever, as beautiful as eternity, as beautiful as gods, as beautiful as heaven.
people.
This person turned out to be Song Xuan's wife, Zhou Zhiruo, who had grown old together!
It's just that the person in the painting has his eyes slightly closed at this time, seeming to be in a deep sleep, and there are a few lines of small words at the bottom of the portrait.
"Zhou Zhiruo, the wife of Emperor Song Xuan of the Wu Dynasty. While her soul is sleeping, absorbing enough soul power can wake her up."
Seeing this, I could not help but tremble slightly at the moment when I realized that the Taoist heart was forged over nearly a hundred years in Song Xuan's previous life.
His wife's soul was preserved in this booklet by a special method in the bronze mirror, and is she in deep sleep?
Then, he turned to the second page with great expectation. Sure enough, just as he expected, on the second page was a portrait of his wife Liu Qinglian.
Just like Zhou Zhiruo, the figure in Liu Qinglian's portrait also has her eyes slightly closed and is in a deep sleep.
Turning to the third page, there is the petite, cute, gentle and beautiful wife Xiao Zhao, who is also sleeping.
And the fourth page is blank!
The fifth page and the dozens of pages that follow are also empty, without any portraits.
Song Xuan asked Bronze Mirror the reason, and Bronze Mirror gave the answer that only those who have a strong causal connection with the host can have their souls preserved in the booklet after death.
Song Xuan had a rough guess about this. It seemed that only the souls of those who had been with him day and night for the longest time could be preserved.
Although he was still a little regretful, he did not force it, but put the booklet back into his arms again with great care, his eyes full of softness.
Patting his chest, he whispered softly: "Daughters-in-law, we are home!"
The train drove all day and night. Song Xuan didn't speak much along the way and spent the whole time in cultivation.
After learning that his wives were still together with him, he felt even more longing for the future.
The purpose of practicing before was for immortality, but now he is practicing so that one day he can resurrect his three wives.
In the previous world, ever since he converted all the true energy in his body into sword energy and tempered his physical body and mental power to a certain level, his strength has never improved again.
The only thing that has improved may be his state of mind.
After experiencing birth, old age, illness and death, he has looked down upon the impermanence of the world. Although his body is still young, his mentality is that of a centenarian who has experienced vicissitudes of life. Most things in this world can no longer make waves in his mood.
Now that he has left the previous world, his cultivation that had been suppressed and stagnant has begun to improve again.
With each great movement of the Taixuan Sword Sutra, one more ray of sword energy will appear in his body, and his physical and mental strength will gradually improve again with the movement of the Xuan Gong.
Feel.
He doesn't know what level his current strength is.
According to Grand Master, if you want to step into the realm of a master, you need the unity of heaven and man, your spirit is connected with heaven and earth, and every move can arouse the power of heaven and earth for blessing.
If one goes by what Grand Master said, he is still some distance away from the realm of a grandmaster.
However, he also has his own estimate in his mind. If he simply compares attack power and defense power, his current combat power may not be worse than that of a martial arts master who can attract the blessing of the power of heaven and earth!
This is not only what he thinks, he also admitted this himself when he had his last sparring session with Grand Master and found that Master Sanfeng's martial arts will could no longer suppress him.
When the three essences, Qi and Shen are cultivated to an extreme level at the same time, even if the big realm has not yet been broken through, it is already possible to fight across levels.
After another round of Xuan Gong operation, Song Xuan hung the Xuan Iron Heavy Sword on his back again.
What is strange is that this heavy sword has no scabbard or ropes to bind it, but the sword is actually carried on Song Xuan's body.
Song Xuan's whole body was like a human magnet, firmly pulling the heavy sword behind his back.
Seeing this scene, Wu Wanli and others in the carriage cried out in disbelief.
Seeing that Taoist Song seemed to have finished his practice, Yu Congrong curiously sat next to Song Xuan and exclaimed: "Taoist, what you just did is the ability you have after practicing?"
Song Xuan nodded and said, "What, you want to learn?"
"Ah? Taoist Master, can I really learn it?" Yu Congrong asked in surprise.
"It's not that I can't, it's just that I'm too old and have average bones. I just started practicing now and I can't do anything good."
Wu Wanli was also curious: "Taoist Priest, can you really live forever through practice? Can you fly with a sword like the sword fairy in mythology?"
Song Xuan waved his hand seriously, "What nonsense are you talking about? You have to believe in science. Immortality, flying with a sword, etc. are all feudal superstitions!"