After Wang Liangyu heard this, he was stunned for a moment, then realized what he was doing, looked at Zhang Zhiyou in disbelief, and said in silence: ""The Romance of the Gods"?"
"But "The Romance of the Gods" was created by Yu Xin, was written in the Spring and Autumn Period, and has been handed down for thousands of years?" Huang Rong also shouted out, and then pointed to the bamboo slips on the long table and exclaimed, "Could it be that this bamboo slips are
The original manuscript of "The Romance of the Gods"?"
"That's right!" Zhang Zhiyou nodded, then shook his head and explained, "However, these bamboo slips are not the original manuscripts. They were copied from the Warring States Period. As for the original manuscripts, they are kept at the helm."
Wang Liangyu on the side felt like his head was exploding. He didn't expect that just by saying it casually, he actually made "The Romance of the Gods" come out thousands of years in advance.
What does this mean, changing history or changing the future?
If it were the Marvel world, I'm afraid the Time Administration would come to destroy me, right?
Just when Wang Liangyu was thinking wildly, Huang Rong asked doubtfully: "Mr. Zhang, you said that Chunqiu Pavilion is on this bamboo slip of "The Romance of the Gods". What's the meaning?"
Zhang Zhiyou didn't answer and turned to look at Wang Liangyu.
Wang Liangyu didn't have any doubts at first, but then he suddenly realized Yu Xin's identity.
Yu Xin is a novelist, one of the hundred novelists of the Spring and Autumn Period!
Novelist, writes books, establishes ideas, and creates worlds.
The novelist writes a book and establishes his theory. Using the book as a medium and borrowing the minds of all living beings, he can evolve an illusory world. When the false becomes true, the illusory world will change from imaginary to real and become a world of its own. This is the creation of the world.
"The Romance of the Gods" has been around for thousands of years. Even if it doesn't reach the level of creation, it shouldn't be a problem to evolve a fantasy world.
Wang Liangyu reacted and sincerely marveled at the wisdom of the Spring and Autumn storytellers: "You have found a good place to hide the Spring and Autumn Pavilion in the fantasy world. How can outsiders get in?" After a pause, he asked curiously,
"But, how should I get in?"
"I can use my secret method to help my ancestor enter the fantasy world of gods." Zhang Zhiyou replied with a smile, and then asked, "Ancestor, are you ready?"
Wang Liangyu was about to nod in agreement when he suddenly thought of a question and asked urgently: "The Fantasy World of Fengshen evolved from "Fengshen Yanyi". Immortals and gods are everywhere. If I go in, will I be in danger?"
Zhang Zhiyou sighed after hearing this, with a bitter look on his face: "To be honest, ancestors, after all the disasters, both novelists and storytellers have lost a lot of their practice methods. Now we can only rely on these bamboo slips to communicate with the fantasy world of gods."
It is connected with each other and only has a land the size of a palm, so it cannot be considered a true illusory world of gods."
Wang Liangyu was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then realized something.
You know, in the Spring and Autumn world, novelists can connect with the fantasy world they create anytime and anywhere. Storytellers are shaped like novelists, so they should be able to connect with the fantasy world anytime and anywhere. However, the group of so-called beginners I met earlier can only
I can stay in this underground cave to practice.
Come to think of it, without the bamboo slips of "The Romance of the Gods", there is no way to connect with the fantasy world of the Gods!
"Then how do you practice storytelling in your daily life?" Wang Liangyu frowned and looked at Zhang Zhiyou and asked.
Storytellers in the Spring and Autumn Period said that storytelling is practice. However, due to the lack of practice methods, the storytellers in the Spring and Autumn Period could not even sense the illusory world. Without the illusory world as a transfer station to purify the minds of all living beings, how can we absorb the minds of all sentient beings to practice?
Zhang Zhiyou knew what Wang Liangyu meant by asking, so he explained with a dry smile: "I can only come back after a while."
When Wang Liangyu heard this, he felt a little regretful, thinking that he left the Spring and Autumn Period too early and had not yet seen the complete version of the storyteller's practice method.
Huang Rong on the side listened to the exchange between Wang Liangyu and Zhang Zhiyou, and became more and more curious about the storyteller's practice. But then she thought of Wang Liangyu's previous warning, which made her scratch her heart and liver for a while.
Wang Liangyu noticed Huang Rong's expression, thought for a moment, and looked at Zhang Zhiyou: "Can I take Rong'er in with me?"
The storyteller's practice cannot be known to Huang Rong, so as not to distract her again, but it can allow her to see things and relieve her strong curiosity.
"Of course!" Zhang Zhiyou hesitated for a moment, but quickly agreed.
"Then I'll trouble you and send us in!"
Zhang Zhiyou nodded, motioned for the two of them to sit down cross-legged, and he also sat down, and then said solemnly: "Hold your breath and focus your mind, calm your mind and stop your thoughts!"
Wang Liangyu and Huang Rong immediately sat down cross-legged and did as they were told.
At this moment, Zhang Zhiyou suddenly stretched out his hands, pointing his index and middle fingers together into swords, and gently touched the Shenting point of the two of them.
Wang Liangyu and Huang Rong felt their minds clear, and with a change of heart, the world around them had changed drastically. From the two-story stone house in the underground cave, they instantly arrived on a towering mountain.
However, the strange thing is that the surrounding field of vision is not wide, and it can only be seen within a hundred meters. Further away, it seems to be covered with a layer of gray haze, making it impossible to see clearly.
"This is the peak of Taishi Mountain?" Looking around, Wang Liangyu was stunned for a long time and suddenly recognized the familiar scene in front of him.
At this time, Zhang Zhiyou's voice sounded from his ears: "Yes, and no!"
"What do you mean?" Wang Liangyu asked anxiously, and then pointed to the hazy chaos around him and the figure sitting cross-legged at the edge of the chaos, and asked, "What's going on with those?"
"Ancestor, this is just a corner of the Illusory World of the Gods. It was originally just chaos and nothing. The Junji Peak in front of you was created bit by bit by our ancestors in the past, based on the reality of the Junji Peak." Zhang Zhiyou said.
Showing respect, he paused, then pointed to the hazy and fuzzy space outside, and warned in a deep voice, "We only have this corner of the world, and we can't set foot there at all. Once we step in, we will be lost, and we will never wake up."
"Moreover, Chaos has been eroding this space, so someone needs to guard the border of Chaos at all times to prevent Chaos from eroding."
Huang Rong thought about it and thought of the old man with his eyes closed that he saw on the first floor of the stone building: "Is that the old man?"
"Yes, the Spring and Autumn Storytellers set up eight branch rudders in each land of China. Together with the general rudder, there are nine seniors in total who guard the border of chaos all year round." Zhang Zhiyou nodded and explained solemnly, "In addition, they also
Responsible for sorting out the minds of all sentient beings for the cultivation of successors."
Wang Liangyu was silent for a long time, thinking about a question in his mind. He couldn't help but asked: "As far as I know, the fantasy world is formed by novels. With the spread of "Fengshen Yanyi", the fantasy world of Fengshen should not only be
Such a big place!”
Zhang Zhiyou shook his head and said helplessly: "We don't know why!" After a pause, he said hesitantly, "However, the ancestors of all generations have speculated that there is a lack of heaven and earth in the fantasy world of gods, and the heaven and earth are unstable.
That’s why the current situation has arisen.”
The illusory world has its own way of heaven. Wang Liangyu remembered hearing Yu Xin mention it, but what if the way of heaven is lacking?
While thinking wildly, Wang Liangyu unconsciously thought of the story told in "The Romance of the Gods" and the popular Internet articles in the modern world. She couldn't help but feel a little worried: "This trouble is a bit big!" After a while, he again
Rubbing his head, he became troubled, "However, this illusion world and reality are mixed together, which is a bit brain-burning!"
Zhang Zhiyou didn't know what Wang Liangyu was thinking. After briefly introducing the situation of this palm-sized fantasy world of gods, he then led Wang Liangyu to the tall building near the top of the mountain: "Old Ancestor, this is the Chunqiu Pavilion.
, according to ancient records, it was built in imitation of the real Spring and Autumn Pavilion." As he spoke, he pointed to a round platform next to the Spring and Autumn Pavilion, with a look of yearning on his face, "That's the Taoist discussion platform, where all the ancient sages used to talk!"
Wang Liangyu took advantage of the situation and observed it carefully for a long time. He very much agreed with his idea. In the center were two slightly higher podiums facing each other, surrounded by well-proportioned seats, which looked like a venue for a real-life debate competition.
When Wang Liangyu left the Spring and Autumn Period, both the Spring and Autumn Pavilion and the Forum on Taoism were still in his imagination, but he did not expect that after a thousand years, he would be the first to have a glimpse of this magical world.
Just as he was rejoicing, Zhang Zhiyou's long and sad sigh sounded in his ears again, with an unconcealable sense of loss.
"It's a pity that since the Qin Emperor burned books and harassed Confucian scholars, and the Han Dynasty emperors only respected Confucianism, all the schools of thought have withered away, and the Taoism Conference has also declined. It has not been opened for thousands of years!"
Wang Liangyu also had a sad look on his face when he heard this, and then he laughed again and said encouragingly: "It may be possible to see hundreds of schools discussing Tao again, but now that martial arts is prosperous, one day it may not be possible to reproduce the glory of the Tao Discussion Conference!"
"Are the ancestors talking about the Huashan Swordsmanship?" Zhang Zhiyou thought, knowing what Wang Liangyu was talking about. The expression on his face did not fluctuate, as if he didn't care about the Huashan Swordsmanship. "A hundred schools of thought fell, leaving only one
Martial arts is a bit boring after all."
Wang Liangyu nodded, patted Zhang Zhiyou on the shoulder, and consoled him: "You are wrong to think so. The Nine Yin Manual is the language of Taoism? The Yi Jin Jing is the language of Buddhism? Don't be too narrow-minded, martial arts can be integrated into everything.
Isn’t the principles of a family considered the inheritance and propagation of hundreds of families?”
Zhang Zhiyou was silent for a long time after hearing this, bowed and said in a trembling voice: "That's what the ancestor taught you!"
Later, Zhang Zhiyou led Wang Liangyu and Huang Rong towards Chunqiu Pavilion.
Outside the Spring and Autumn Pavilion, an old man with white beard and hair sat cross-legged, his eyes closed tightly, exuding a rich and mixed mental energy of all living beings.
Looking at the old man, Wang Liangyu thought of Zhang Zhiyou's previous mention that there were nine guards in the Fengshen Illusion Realm. In addition to guarding the Illusion Realm, they also had the responsibility of sorting out the minds of all living beings, which was supposed to be the work of Heaven in the Illusion Realm.
Outsiders don't know the horror of sentient beings' minds, but Wang Liangyu knows very well that the unpurified sentient beings' minds contain the will of all living beings and cannot be absorbed and practiced at all, because it is very easy to be influenced by the will of all living beings and become possessed.
However, the old man in front of him, as well as the other eight guards, were actually single-handedly sorting out the mental powers of all living beings. The hardships and dangers can be imagined. Wang Liangyu was horrified when the mental powers of all living beings were going in and out of him, and he seemed to be
Sorting it out by myself.
"This is Master Qi, from the chief helm." Zhang Zhiyou introduced, without saying much, but his inner excitement could be heard from his trembling tone.
Wang Liangyu bowed respectfully to express his respect.
If the old man felt something, a smile appeared on his old face.
"Ancestor, follow me into the pavilion!" Zhang Zhiyou bowed to the old man and then led Wang Liangyu and Huang Rong into the pavilion.
Chunqiu Pavilion has nine floors and occupies a huge area. When you walk inside, you find that the space inside is even more open. Everything you see is bookshelves and densely packed classics on the bookshelves.
"Are all the classics of various schools of thought here?" Huang Rong excitedly rushed to a bookshelf, couldn't wait to pick up a book, looked at Zhang Zhiyou while flipping through it, and asked.
Zhang Zhiyou shook his head, with a look of regret on his face: "There are so many classics from hundreds of schools of thought, but it is a pity that they have gone through disasters and are almost lost. The Chunqiu Pavilion's thousands of years of searching and accumulation are only one ten thousandth of them!" He added.
He said, "Especially the practice methods of hundreds of schools of thought are so flawed that they are almost impossible to practice."
As soon as Wang Liangyu heard this, he rushed to Huang Rong, stretched out his hand to lift her back, and warned: "The books in the Spring and Autumn Pavilion have been read randomly, especially the Hundred Schools of Cultivation Methods. Reading them will only mess up your mind."
Seeing Huang Rong's lips pursed and her face showing dissatisfaction, Wang Liangyu comforted her softly: "If you want to see it, just watch some martial arts techniques." Afterwards, he reiterated, "Don't touch those cultivation techniques!"
"Brother Yu, am I so half-hearted in your heart?" Huang Rong scratched her head and asked angrily.
Wang Liangyu patted Huang Rong's forehead and said with a smile: "You don't know what your temper is? You practiced the Kung Fu on Peach Blossom Island for three days fishing and two days drying the net!"
Huang Rong smiled coquettishly when she heard this and said unconvinced: "Brother Yu, don't underestimate me. I will definitely concentrate on practicing martial arts in the future!"
"Okay, I'm looking forward to growing old together with you!" Wang Liangyu rubbed Huang Rong's cheek and laughed.
After comforting Huang Rong, Wang Liangyu turned to look at Zhang Zhiyou and asked, "Can you please take me to see "Xiaoyao Yufeng"?"
Zhang Zhiyou immediately led Wang Liangyu to the second floor, picked up a book from one of the bookshelves, and handed it to Wang Liangyu: "Old Ancestor, this is "Xiaoyao Yufeng" left by Xiaoyaozi." After a pause.
, and continued, "The origin of this book is quite mysterious. According to Xiaoyaozi, he once accidentally entered a mysterious Changchun Valley of Immortality. In the valley, there is a spring that makes people drink to stay young. There is a stone tablet in the spring.
, and this "Xiaoyao Yufeng" was rubbed from that stone tablet."
"Oh, what about the stone tablet?" Wang Liangyu took the book and asked casually while flipping through it.
Zhang Zhiyou sighed and said with a hint of indignation: "It was destroyed by Xiaoyaozi, saying that he was worried about attracting covetousness. Xiaoyaozi may have good intentions, but he didn't want the eternal spring spring to lose its longevity as the stone monument was destroyed.
The magical effect of maintaining youth later completely dried up, and the Eternal Spring Valley has been gone since then.”
Wang Liangyu had no intention of paying attention to Zhang Zhiyou's complaints, and his mind was completely absorbed in the book. The turning of pages in his hand became slower and slower, and finally stopped completely, with a solemn and serious expression on his face.
Zhang Zhiyou was a little nervous when he saw this, and asked hurriedly: "Ancestor, what's wrong?"
"That Xiaoyaozi should be killed!" Wang Liangyu took a long breath, and the murderous aura disappeared from his body.
Zhang Zhiyou was shocked when he heard this.
"Do you know what this "Xiaoyao Yufeng" is?" Wang Liangyu raised the book in his hand and looked at Zhang Zhiyou and asked.
Zhang Zhiyou was startled when he heard the words and didn't understand what they meant.
"This "Xiaoyao Yufeng" is not a martial arts technique at all, but a Taoist qi training method!" Wang Liangyu became more and more angry as he spoke, and his tone became higher and higher, "It's a pity that Xiaoyaozi doesn't know shit, so he just rubbed the seal.
The superficial scriptures failed to leave the true meaning of the stone tablet, and the inheritance of Taoism was completely ended!"
Although Wang Liangyu cannot practice the Taoist qi-training method, he once had Ji Ran teach him the true meaning of Taoism, and he could see the extraordinaryness of "Xiaoyao Yufeng" at a glance. Unfortunately, without the true meaning of the stone tablet, this Taoist qi-training method cannot be practiced at all now, and only the expressions are left.
Mutually.
However, Xiaoyaozi is also extremely talented. He was able to understand many martial arts of the Xiaoyao sect from "Xiaoyao Yufeng". I wonder if he is lucky or unlucky?