Cathay is the name that people living on this land give to this place. Of course, only those who know that there are other worlds in the sky besides this one will think of giving their own world a name. Whenever people look up at the stars, there will always be
produce a shock of one kind or another.
After each round of shock, they would wonder if there was another world hidden behind the shining stars facing them in the sky, where the same people were looking up at the sky.
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The dark red wasteland is covered with dotted sword marks, each of which is deep and sharp, leaving no room for error. The air is filled with space deformation caused by excessive spell casting, and the dim light is refracted into various colors, with some
An illusory feeling.
A long sword as bright as autumn water reflected the stars in the sky.
A man in white clothes and a white mask held a long sword, and the tip of the sword was pointed at a tall old man. The old man's chest was twitching like a bellows, as if there was not enough air around him. His eyes, which were originally burning, became
It was dim and dull, and his majestic body was like a dead branch in autumn, trembling when the wind blew.
"What else do you have to say?" The man in the white mask said softly, his voice like a puff of weak smoke.
"Even if you kill me, you won't be able to stop the people here from looking up at the sky!" The old man seemed to have aged hundreds of years at once. His voice was dry and weak, but the meaning of persistence was particularly strong.
After a chuckle, the man said in a majestic tone: "The sky is there, and no one will stop the ants from looking up at it. But the purpose of looking up at it should be to worship the gods. If it is not meant for this, it is blasphemy.
You must accept divine punishment.”
The old man laughed twice, coughed a few times, and spat out a few mouthfuls of blood, "It's really ridiculous. When I knew you were just a group of zombies, I worried about those shadowy figures in the dark and being followed every day.
I have seen through it that you live in fear every day. You want to control everything, but you can't even control yourself. I know this is a disease that comes from your blood, your bones, and your heart. You
They are just a group of pitiful people. Maybe you can kill me today, but I am a free person who can enjoy the good times and beautiful scenery, the wind, the rain and the dew. And you..."
"That's enough!" The man roared and thrust out the long sword. The scorching sword light seemed to eclipse the stars in the sky. The long sword penetrated the old man's chest, inch by inch. Blood, like beads, fell from the sword.
The blood gushes out of his spine, and the old man's vitality drains away bit by bit, like an empty shell that has been drained.
Facing the old man's dying body, the man regained his previous composure, "Since you mentioned yourself, it's okay, I will let you be an immortal puppet, so that you will never be able to transcend, and your soul will slowly disintegrate, and eventually become
As a body. Let you see how the world surrenders at our feet. Whether it is Cathay, Honggu, Tianxun or the Land of Sleeplessness, there are worship of gods in countless star realms in the sky. As me
Attendant, you should be proud and rest in peace."
His slender fingers brushed against the old man's stubborn eyes, but those eyes could not be closed for a long time, as if they were making a final struggle.
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Chapter 1 Mourning
The Baishui River in the west of Yuezhou City has flowed quietly for more than two thousand years, silently nourishing millions of people in Yuezhou City. Every autumn, the reeds by the river turn golden, and when the wind blows, large tracts of reed flowers follow.
Dancing in the wind, flying catkins spread all over the river, and the scenery is spectacular.
A middle-aged man in a blue robe stood in front of a tomb by the river, looking at the reed flowers that covered the sky in silence. The man was eight feet tall, with a face like white jade, and tears flashed in his slender eyes. He was old.
He is not very big, but his temples are dotted with white hair. In this cool autumn night, there is a kind of sadness that cannot be concealed. Standing next to the man in blue robe is a child, about six years old, with a childlike look on his face.
A small hand firmly grasped the middle-aged man's clothes, and his young body shrank in the cold wind.
"Yun'er, bid farewell to your mother, we should go back." The middle-aged man said quietly, with sadness in his tone, and his mind was still immersed in deep longing.
"Mom, Yun'er will come see you next year, and I can go to private school next year." The child's eyes flashed with aura. For him, this annual ceremony was not much more solemn than going to private school. In his young heart, mother was just a little girl.
If there is a shadow that cannot be seen clearly or touched, the teacher from the private school passes by the door of his house every day.
At this time, two walking monks came up the official road by the Baishui River. One was old and wrinkled. He was wearing a khaki coarse cloth monk's robe and a pair of fat-toed shoes with tendon soles.
Three hundred and sixty rosary beads the size of dates were hung. The other was a seven or eight-year-old young monk with a childish look on his face. He was wearing a slightly oversized light blue monk's robe and followed closely beside the old monk step by step.
The two seemed to be discussing something. The river wind blew their words to the middle-aged man's ears. The young monk said: "Master, I often hear people say that life is short and you have to endure the suffering of impermanence. If you want to
To achieve detachment, you must practice Taoism and spend every day practicing, so that you can escape reincarnation as soon as possible and stay away from impermanence."
The old monk stretched out his big hand like a cattail leaf fan and patted the young monk's bare little head crisply, and said: "Don't hang out with the little Taoist priests all day long. What insights can you gain? All the pain and joy of impermanence arise from the heart. If
If your mind is as calm as water, you will find paradise wherever you are. Even if you reincarnate, you are afraid of what it will do." The young monk nodded thoughtfully.
The two walked and talked, and soon they came to the middle-aged man. The old monk's eyes swept over him, but his body stopped in front of him. After chanting the name of the Buddha, the old monk took out an old alms bowl.
He said: "The donor is polite. The monk is a traveling monk. He has traveled all over the Qingzhou Continent in order to promote the great path of Buddhism and transform a temple and a golden body for me, the Buddha. I hope the donor has money to donate. If he has no money,
To do good deeds, follow me and recite the Buddha's name."
The middle-aged man took out ten taels of silver from his arms and put it into the old monk's alms bowl. The old monk nodded with a smile and gradually walked away with the young monk. After the two figures disappeared, they were faintly visible in the river breeze.
A burst of verses came:
All actions are impermanent, arising and passing away.
Birth and cessation have ceased, and cessation is bliss.
Since the thought of escape arises, why persist in it?
If you pass on the mantle early, you will avoid being reborn.
The middle-aged man muttered the verse several times and said, "Let's go." He immediately took the child's little hand and walked towards the carved carriage behind him. The two family members skillfully raised the curtains of the carriage, and the carriage moved slowly.
Heading to Yuezhou City. This man is Chen Changqing, the head of the Qilin Escort Agency in Yuezhou City, and the chief executive next to him is his only son, Chen Yunsheng.
There are two main streets in Yuezhou City. A cross divides the city into four parts. Qilin Escort Bureau is located in the northwest corner of the city. Next to the main street, the gate tower is towering, and a stone lion on one side is very powerful. This stone lion belongs to an old stonemason in the east of the city.
Chen Changqing spent a lot of money to buy this proud work.
After getting down from the carved carriage with his young son, Chen Changqing was greeted by a servant and entered the gate. As soon as Chen Changqing passed through the screen wall, he met Liu Guanjia from the escort agency. This man was about forty years old and about the same age as Chen Changqing, but his complexion was much older. He was dressed in blue.
The se-colored cotton robe looked very decent. Seeing Chen Changqing bow and salute, he said humbly: "Sir, the head escort of Wang is back and has been waiting for you in the living room for a long time."
A slight smile flashed across Chen Changqing's expressionless face, and he went straight to the living room without delay. A young Confucian scholar in his thirties came out from the door. This man had handsome features, white teeth, red lips, and was elegant.
His face was filled with joy, and he blurted out from a long distance: "Brother! You are back!"
The young scholar is Chen Changqing's second sworn brother, Wang Mian. He is smart, upright, and not weak in martial arts. He is the right-hand man of the Qilin Escort Bureau. This time he successfully escorted a heavy escort, and he has just returned from a long journey.
"Second brother! I kept you waiting for so long. I didn't expect you to come back so soon." Chen Changqing hugged the young scribe with a bright smile on his face.
"No, this escort trip went surprisingly smoothly, and there were no obstacles for those traveling across the state. It's just that there were a few thieves who were coveting the escort money, and they were scared to death when they saw the escort flag of our Qilin Escort Agency. This time the escort money
The remuneration has been reported to the accounting office." Wang Mian and Chen Changqing entered the living room hand in hand.
"My younger brother arrived in the capital and brought some knickknacks to his eldest brother and nephew. This set of porcelain is called Balin Xianrui, and it was made by Qingyu Zhai in the capital." Wang Mian pointed to the Eight Immortals table in the room.
There is a set of porcelain on the table, consisting of eight porcelain pots, each with bright glaze and white carcass. Painted under the glaze are eight unicorns of different shapes, some roaring, some bowing their heads, some flying, and some
There was even more playfulness, and there was even the largest fire unicorn, with its teeth and claws dancing, and its feet stepping on fireballs. It was so majestic that it was definitely not vulgar at first glance. There were also some jade marbles and little people and ponies for children to play with, all of them lifelike.
At this time, the servant had brought the tea. Chen Changqing took a few sips and said to Wang Mian with a hint of gratitude: "Thank you for your trouble. This trip has to go through several prefectures. Although I won't tell you, it is naturally hard work."
Not small. If your sister-in-law's death was not approaching, I would not have allowed my dear brother to go alone."
"Brother, what are you talking about? Why do my brothers need to be so polite?"
"My second brother has returned from this trip and has not yet gone home to see his younger siblings."
"No, I'm back anyway, don't worry." Wang Mian shook his head and said with a smile.
"Don't be in a hurry? Don't drink the tea. Go home and see your brothers and sisters as soon as possible. We have been in the business of licking blood with the tip of a knife. My wife and children have been frightened at home all day long. Why don't you come back to report that you are safe?
What am I doing! We will get drunk again tomorrow!" Although Chen Changqing issued an order to expel guests, he was filled with gratitude in his heart. If it weren't for Wang Mian's hard work over the years, Qilin Escort would not have the reputation it has today.
According to his thoughts, the business can make a living.
Wang Mian scratched his head and said with some embarrassment: "What the elder brother taught me is that I will go back and see that woman first, and we will get drunk some other time."
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After Chen Changqing said goodbye to Wang Mian, he returned to the bedroom alone and stared blankly at an old sword hanging on the wall.
"Wenjun, it's your death day again. It's been five years, and every day I feel like I'm in torment. I can hide the aura on my body, hide my name, hide the dusty bloodline, but I can't get you back. Xiu
So what? Even if I cultivate to become a god, I can't wake up your sleeping soul on the bank of the River Styx." He took a sip from the wine glass in his hand, and the spicy breath filled his throat.
"Yun'er will be six years old in ten days. Today I met an old monk. He enlightened me with verses and asked me to pass on the mantle to Yun'er as soon as possible. I'm afraid those people will look for him soon.
I'm here. I will seal the power of my bloodline into his body in a while, and then teach him the sword skills. In less than ten years, he will definitely inherit my mantle. At that time, I will leave my cultivation and chase you away." Chen Changqing's cheeks
There were two lines of turbid tears left on his face. He was no longer used to crying.
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In the secret room of Qilin Escort Bureau, Chen Changqing sat on a yellow futon, and Chen Yunsheng sat opposite. He didn't know what his father was going to do, and was still immersed in playing with his children.
Chen Changqing stood with the two fingers of his left hand on his Tanzhong Qi point, murmuring something in his mouth, and his right hand flew out like lightning, like a swimming dragon, connecting to the thirty-two major acupuncture points on Chen Yunsheng's body. His eyes flashed with green light, and he could see through Chen Yunsheng's Zhoutian meridians.
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At this time, a red light emerged from Chen Changqing's sky spirit, and a voice like a dragon's roar echoed in the secret room. The red light gradually transformed into a unicorn with teeth and claws, and ran directly towards Yunsheng's eyebrows, entering in a flash. Chen Changqing
Not daring to neglect, he quickly opened Chen Yunsheng's acupuncture points with both hands and guided the red light to swim inside his son's body.
At first, the red light could still be vaguely seen surging in the body, illuminating the blood vessels and organs in a blood-red light, which was quite strange. Slowly, the red light gradually diluted and penetrated into the 128 acupoints of Zhoutian, especially Yintang.
Sheng Chen Yunsheng seemed to have one hundred and twenty-eight small lamps lit all over his body, illuminating the secret room in red.
This process lasted for half an hour. Chen Yunsheng felt only heat waves surging in his body, his internal organs seemed to be burned by flames, and streams of pure fire spirit energy ran like rivers through his eight extraordinary meridians.
, suddenly stretched his meridians several times. Chen Yunsheng found it difficult to control himself many times. When he wanted to stand up, Chen Changqing forced him to hold him down. His whole little face turned red from the pain, and his lower lip was bitten with traces of blood.
You must know that this child was born in trouble. Although his father had a huge family fortune, he did not live a truly stable life for a few days. He has been resolute and strong since he was a child, and he actually endured the whole process. Looking back at Chen Changqing, the situation
He wasn't much better. His face was covered with sweat, his face was pale, and the gown on his back was soaked with sweat. It was obvious that his vitality was severely damaged.
After teaching the exercises, Chen Changqing didn't say too much. He just asked his son to step aside and rest. For him, the practice will come in a long time, and he can slowly learn the method of meditation. Chen Yunsheng doesn't have any foundation yet.
Although he has spiritual roots, he still needs to practice step by step. Chen Changqing did not leave the secret room immediately, but meditated all night to restore the lost true energy.
It is not common in the spiritual world to seal the life magic weapon into other people's bodies with the power of true energy, which harms oneself and benefits others. Mainly because not everyone can accept this kind of spiritual sealing magic. When the recipient and the caster
When the attributes of the meridians and spiritual roots of the person are wrong, it will often cause great harm to the person being sealed, ranging from damage to the meridians to death from explosion in severe cases.
The sealed spiritual essence is not immediately usable. It has to be assimilated by the recipient's own spiritual essence. The process is extremely long. In many cases, it happens that the recipient cannot assimilate the sealed magic weapon and expires. Otherwise, the person dies.
There are so many elders of the Immortal Sect, and the sect master can pass on some magic weapons and skills to his disciples and grandsons in this way when he is incarnation, so that the incense of his sect can continue.