Chapter 815: Flowers are not flowers, fog is not fog
"I survived, and I lived on this ship for a long time, and in the end I died?"
Qin Mu was devastated and had a strong sense of fate.
He originally didn't believe the words of the little man in the lantern, but since he set foot on the ship, a series of strange and unpredictable events happened, which made him unable to believe it.
Doesn't this mean that no matter how hard he tries, he can't escape the fate of dying on this ship?
No matter how hard he struggled, he could not jump out of the ship. No matter how he deduced, he could not crack Ling Tianzun's magical power until his death?
Lord Huanlong's heart collapsed and he collapsed on the ground. With tears in his eyes, he murmured: "How to leave this ghost place? The world is easy to change, not easy to be constant. What does thirty-six mean when it is not easy to be constant?"
He couldn't help but feel horrified and fell into great panic: "Isn't this what that crazy old dragon said? Why would I repeat his words? Am I really him?"
Qin Mu glanced at him, frowned, and said with a forced smile: "So, how many times has this been our boarding? Why don't we have the memory of the previous few times?"
The little man in the lamp said: "This ship has thirty-six time and space resets in every reincarnation, appearing in different eras. After thirty-six time and space resets, it will return to the starting point, which is the moment when the fog breaks out.
.No one who boarded the ship during this period will have the memory of the past. They will just board the ship again and again, die repeatedly, and then board the ship again."
The village chief suddenly said: "Then why can you have the memory of the great reincarnation?"
The little man in the lamp said: "I don't know very well either."
Qin Mu's heart moved slightly: "The wailing old dragon seems to have the memory of the Great Reincarnation, but he has gone crazy. What happened to him? Who is he?"
The little man in the lamp said: "He is Long Bo. Like me, he did not fade away when the mist broke out."
Hearing this, Mr. Huan Long breathed a sigh of relief involuntarily: "It turns out it's not me..."
The village chief suddenly thought of the key: "Besides you and Long Bo, who else is on this ship who has not been blurred?"
The little man in the lamp was slightly startled and did not answer.
The village chief narrowed his eyes and glanced at Qin Mu.
Qin Mu also squinted his eyes, the sword pill quietly flew up from the gluttonous bag, and the worry-free sword flew out from the sword pill, with the hilt facing the village chief.
The village chief's vitality flew out from his fingertips, wrapped around the hilt of the Wuyou Sword, and said with a smile: "The world is easy to change, but the hard-to-change constants are thirty-six. The hard-to-change constants will not change with the reset of time and space. This ship
Thirty-six time and space resets have gone through a great reincarnation. This difficult constant may not be a number, but the people on the ship. In other words, there are thirty-six people who will not be reset or become virtual."
Qin Mu said: "According to this speculation, every time the ghost ship crosses, one person will survive. The first reset was when the fog broke out, and Long Bo survived. Long Bo was the first observer. He couldn't accept it, so he went crazy.
, every time I see other people, I say that Thirty-six are not easy constants. The Hard Constants are not numbers. The Hard Constants refer to the thirty-six people who will not be changed by the reset. Since Long Bo survived the first reset
Come down, how did you survive?"
The village chief held the sword in his hand and said quietly: "The ghost ship docked thirty-six times in various eras. Each era had different boarders. Only one person survived each time. Lin Xiao, which time were you?
Boarded this ship?"
Qin Mu said: "When we boarded the ship, you saw me taking out the military talisman, so you took the initiative to look for me. Sitting in the lamp, you easily gained our trust, so that we would not doubt you. Because we know nothing about the ship,
We know that we need your guidance, so we will never doubt you. We will therefore trust you without reservation. This is the simplest and most effective strategy, commonly known as black under the lamp. Dark under the lamp can be deceived.
I can beat most people, but I can’t fool Lao Jianghu.”
The village chief is holding the Wuyou Sword, which is slung behind his back, while the other hand is holding the Sword Jue on his chest.
According to the conventional sword technique, the sword should be in front of you and the sword technique behind you. The sword technique is invisible to people, which makes the sword technique even more unpredictable, but he did the opposite.
Countless sword lights flowed around him, and the sword pattern took shape, shrouding the surroundings. The lantern and the little man in the lantern were also enveloped in the sword pattern.
Qin Mu has never seen this kind of sword technique.
The village chief once taught him the nine sword techniques, and the current sword technique should be the new sword technique created by the village chief after he became a god.
His swordsmanship has reached a whole new level.
"And we are Lao Jianghu."
Qin Mu smiled and said: "We in the disabled old village never want to harm anyone, but we always have a cautious eye when interacting with other people! So Lin Xiao, are you the one who sent Jue Wuchen aboard the ship?"
The little man in the lamp stood up from the threshold, looked at the flowing sword light outside, then looked away, staring at the village chief's hand holding the sword hand on his chest.
"Why did your Lord say that?" he asked softly.
"After the death of the Emperor of Heaven, the Empress and Empress had to deal with Jue Wuchen in order to prevent what she had done from being exposed. However, both Jue Wuchen and her body were still useful to her, and they had to be preserved in case of emergencies.
It is necessary to not only get rid of Jue Wuchen and his own body, but also keep them. The best place is this ghost ship."
Qin Mu smiled and said: "She should be a big shot now, and it is not appropriate to do this in person. Therefore, she needs a confidant, a trustworthy person to help her do this. This person sent Jue Wuchen's body to the ghost ship
, opened the empress’s coffin and put Jue Wuchen into the coffin. However, this person cannot leave this ghost ship, he must still be on the ship. In order to protect this secret, he needs to ensure that no one who boards the ship can leave.”
The village chief said: "He must be the most active person on this ship. When new people board the ship, he will definitely jump out first and let these people die one by one, or they will never be able to leave the ship."
boat to keep him company."
"The first one to jump out and find me based on the military symbols is you." Qin Mu said.
The little man in the lamp sighed: "How could such a smart person have such a stupid mount? It was precisely because I saw this stupid dragon that I underestimated you. You are stupid too."
He said coldly: "When you have doubts, you should attack me and not tell me. If you attack me sneakily, you might still have a chance to survive. But now, the only way for you is death."
At this moment, light suddenly erupted again, and Qin Mu and others' eyes were so bright that they could not see anything!
This ghost ship resets time and space again!
"You are right. It was I who brought Jue Wuchen into this ship and buried Jue Wuchen and the empress together. I also opened the coffin of the empress and empress. However, you don't know that it was me who brought Jue Wuchen into this ship.
People will experience the reset of time and space again and again, and the physical body and soul will gradually become empty and become empty."
In the bright light, the village chief's sword diagram erupted. This is the sword art that the village chief understood after becoming a god. As the old sword god of Yankang Kingdom, he has gone further in the sword art. He is also the first true swordsman god of Yankang Kingdom.
!
His swordsmanship is not as good as Qin Mu's, but in terms of swordsmanship, even Yankang's Imperial Master is inferior to him!
The power of the sword exploded in the bright light. Even in the light, the vision formed by the twelfth form of the sword diagram was clearly visible.
That is the blue sky tourmaline, the sword pattern is like a seal, the seal is like the sky, the sword light is like the outline of heaven, criss-crossing the heavenly power, shrouding the lanterns in it, intersecting and intersecting!
In the lantern, the little sun exploded, and the sun's fire was released wantonly, melting the sword's light, shining brightly, and burning a big hole in the sword diagram.
"Yankang Sword God, I am not no match for you. In fact, my power is beyond your imagination!"
The lantern flew away quickly, and the voice of the little man in the lantern came from far away, smiling: "But in this place, the stronger the strength, the faster it becomes virtual! When I sent Jue Wuchen, I discovered this
One point, immediately kill the companions who came with me, and then cut off the cultivation base! The sun in my lamp is the result of the cultivation base I cut off. Hehe, if you want to survive, you need to be like me.
Kill the other people who boarded the ship with you and cultivate yourself, otherwise, you will also become a void..."
The light disappears.
The village chief sheathed his sword, handed the hilt to Qin Mu, and Xun Xun's clothes calmed down.
Qin Mu did not take the sword and said in a deep voice: "Village Chief, what Lin Xiao said is probably not true. He might be setting a trap to harm us again and make us fight to the death with other strong men."
"It should be true." The village chief raised his hand and looked at his skin, which had become much lighter.
Qin Mu's heart trembled.
The village chief sighed: "The stronger the strength, the faster it will become empty, so the first one to become empty should be the corpse of the emperor that Feng Qiuyun carried on his back. After that, there will be the Ancestral Dragon King, Feng Qiuyun, the Son of Chiming,
Luo Wushuang and Prince Qiu Ming's followers. After that, it will be my turn and Lord Huanlong. This ship and Ling Tianzun's magical power should be alive and will weaken the most powerful person who poses a threat to me. Threat.
The bigger it is, the faster it turns into reality. Let’s go back to the main hall where the emperor’s coffin is parked and take a look to find out!”
Qin Mu felt heavy in his heart, and the three of them immediately returned to the main hall.
In the main hall, eight dragons surrounded the emperor's coffin, but the emperor's corpse in the emperor's coffin had disappeared, leaving only an empty coffin!
In the mural, Feng Qiuyun's figure also became darker and darker, but the Earth Mother Kunyuan Sword was still normal.
"I have begun to fade away, and I'm afraid the other people on board will also start to fade away."
The village chief said: "Mu'er, there is a very powerful power hidden in your eyebrows. You need to seal it, otherwise you will become a void! Only if you are weak enough to pose no threat to the ship can you save your life!
I am Lao Jianghu, believe me!"
Qin Mu took out the willow leaves, sealed the third eye between his eyebrows, and said: "Village chief, you also need to kill yourself to cultivate..."
"Need not!"
The village chief shook his head and smiled: "I'm going to kill myself, who will protect you? And in a reincarnation, only one person can survive. I need to keep my cultivation, and I have to make sure that the person who survives is you."
Qin Mu's mind went blank.
The village chief patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile: "If Lin Xiao's identity is exposed by us, I'm afraid he will tell other people about it and make us kill each other. In order not to become weak, other people will attack us.
If I cut myself off, you will not be able to escape death. You are the smartest person in our village. Only by becoming the last survivor can you possibly decipher the strange magical power of this ship and save us from the void.
.袢龙君."
He turned to look at Lord Huan Long and said calmly: "You also need to remember that becoming a virtual is not terrible. As long as your lord is still alive, he can rescue you and me! Don't have any rebellious intentions, otherwise I will
The first one to take your life! If you want to survive, the easiest way is to make your lord immortal! After I become hollow, you will do your best to protect your lord's life, do you understand?"
Lord Huanlong was solemn, clasped his fists and bowed: "Understood! Lord Huanlong swears to follow the master to the death!"
The village chief walked forward and said in a deep voice: "Let's continue to explore this ship and find more clues before it disappears!"
They walked all the way, passing by the training ground and arriving at the barracks. Here were various large and small palaces where the Yulin Army lived.
The Yulin Army were all the most powerful gods and demons in the Longhan era, and their treatment was naturally extremely high.
The village chief took them straight to the most magnificent main hall, which should be where Wei Suifeng lived.
Wei Suifeng, as the Zuolang general of the Yulin Army, has the highest status, so he should live in the most luxurious place.
Someone inscribed a few lines of poetry on the pillars in front of the main hall, but the handwriting was in sacred script, very graceful, as if it was written by a woman.
Qin Mu read it and said softly: "The flowers are not flowers, and the fog is not fog. It comes in the middle of the night and goes at dawn. It comes like a spring dream in a short time, and it goes like a morning cloud with no place to find." Note ①
"Isn't this poem about crossing the fog?" Qin Mu was stunned.
Coming at midnight and leaving at dawn, the same is true for crossing the Yongjiang River. The crossing only lasts for half a day. Crossing at night, you return during the day. Crossing during the day, you return at night.
"This handwriting was left by...Ling Tianzun! She has been on this ship! Her magical powers are found in this poem!"
Note ①: Bai Juyi's poem, "Flowers Are Not Flowers".