It was a wonderful sleep. When Zhao Ran woke up, he felt refreshed and full of energy. He opened his eyes and looked around, but was suddenly stunned.
The pavilion is still the same long pavilion, and the surrounding pavilions and pavilions are still the same, but they are no longer on the lake, but on the shore of the vast sea. The sea breeze pushes the waves, rolling up fine spray on the rocks on the shore, and flying by in the sky from time to time
Soaring seabirds chirp and fly into the distance.
I was sleeping alone in the pavilion. Zhang Laodao, Long Yangzi, Qingjun and Granny Qing all disappeared without a trace, and I don't know where they went.
Zhao Ran stood up, looked back briefly, and jumped up towards the highest point in the south. After a while, he reached the top of the hill.
Looking around, this is not a cave in Daqing Mountain, it is clearly an isolated island in the vast sea!
Could it be that he was thrown to the beach by some great monks? How many days did he sleep? However, these pavilions and pavilions are still the same as before, exactly. What happened?
With his heart moving, Zhao Ran opened his eyes and felt that the flow of energy between heaven and earth was very regular. Although it was in line with the way of heaven and earth, it had a trace of artificial axe. This was also due to his natural talent. If it were anyone else,
, it is difficult to see.
Zhao Ran was immediately shocked. He had never seen a magic circle arranged so hugely. The entire island, together with the sea - at least the sea area within sight, was actually evolved from a magic circle!
Where is the evolving magic circle? What is clearly evolving is a piece of heaven and earth, a small world!
Zhao Ran himself is also a master in using formations. His most proud Moon Ming Illusion Bagua Formation is also a magic formation, but apart from the bright moon and dark clouds in the sky, there is only darkness in the formation. How can it be as real as this formation?
Like opening up the world?
Recalling it for a moment, Zhao Ran didn't dare to think about it anymore. Looking at the familiar old scenes of pavilions and terraces, he didn't realize until now that he had already stepped into this formation and ate together with Zhang Laodao and other great monks.
He had a banquet in recent months and even made a second elixir in the formation.
In this case, this formation must have been tempered by several great monks, right? How should I get out?
After thinking for a moment, Zhao Ran made a flying talisman and asked Zhang Laodao: "Master, do you want me to break the formation?"
After the flying talisman was sent out, a streak of white light streaked in the sky, then circled back and fell into Zhao Ran's hand. Zhao Ran understood that this formation was isolated from the outside world and could not pass through the flying talisman.
He sat on the top of the peak for a long time, carefully trying to figure out the flow of heaven and earth energy. After watching for a long time, he felt a wave of disgust in his heart, and he couldn't help but want to vomit blood. Zhao Ran quickly regained his mind, and ran the technique for three days,
Eliminate this feeling of disgust and observe again.
This formation is extremely complex. At first glance, the flow of Qi from heaven and earth seems to follow rules. However, if you think about it carefully, it is not entirely unrealistic. It is like many mountains, layer by layer hidden in the blue smoke and white clouds.
The day and night in the array are still clear, and they are almost the same as the outside world. At night, the stars in the sky are twinkling, and the sound of waves is heard in the ears, and it is completely impossible to tell whether it is true or false.
Zhao Ran, who had been sitting for most of the day, only got up at this moment, followed a very strange route down the mountain peak, walked around the pavilions, and sometimes went to sit on the beach to watch the sun rise and the moon set.
After wandering around like this for an unknown number of days, Zhao Ran had completely forgotten the time and was in an extremely trance-like state.
On this day, he was sitting on a rock by the seaside, watching the sea breeze sending endless waves to the shore. Watching the waves being smashed into pieces by the rocks, sinking, and then gathering again, again
Break into waves, then gather again...
Zhao Ran was shocked. In the world in his eyes, the energy of heaven and earth suddenly turned into tens of millions, hundreds of millions, billions of tiny trembling silk threads. The reality of this world was revealed to him like a cocoon.
In front of me, could it be that my talent has improved?
Zhao Ran stared blankly for a while, then stood up from the rock, discerned these gossamer-like qi movements, and walked slowly forward following the patterns and directions of movement.
He wandered around the island inexplicably, sometimes entering a certain house, sometimes climbing on a certain balcony, sometimes getting into a certain cave, and sometimes wading into the sea.
Three days later, he finally walked into Changting.
As soon as he entered the pavilion, he saw that there were three more Taoists in the pavilion. Their faces had never been seen before, but they looked a bit familiar. Two of them were playing chess, and the other one was standing nearby watching the battle.
The Taoist who was watching the battle saw Zhao Ran coming in and nodded slightly to him: "My friend, please come."
Zhao Ran asked tentatively: "Da Zhenren?"
"Which one?"
"Grandmaster Longyang? Fairy Qing? Granny Qing?"
"My little friend is joking. I am the True Monarch of Guanqi. These two Taoist friends are True Monarch Wu Que and True Monarch Hongyan. Come on, the chess game is now reaching its subtleties. If you are so interested, you can also try to calculate.
Calculate."
Zhao Ran understands chess and can play chess, but his chess skills are terrible. He is roughly above the ninth-level Shouzhuo. When he first entered the eighth-level Ruoyu, he looked up for a while, and after five or six moves, he felt that he could no longer continue.
, the sea of ââââqi began to churn, and the feeling of boredom came again.
He quickly retracted his mind and withdrew his eyes from the chessboard to avoid vomiting blood.
He didn't come to watch chess, let alone play chess. He followed the flow of heaven and earth to find it. So he no longer looked at the chess, but stared at the position of the chessboard and carefully distinguished it.
In this long pavilion, the threads that represent the energy of heaven and earth are more complicated than outside. By observing and comparing the trends of the veins, he found that there are tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of threads where they finally gather.
, right on the chessboard.
Further analysis revealed that each chess piece was connected with many threads, ranging from dozens to hundreds. In Zhao Ran's vision, every piece that True Lord Wu Que and True Lord Hong Yan made was equal to
Dozens or hundreds of silk threads are pulled into the chessboard, thus affecting the changes of the entire array.
The chirping of birds, the movement of clouds, the sea breeze, and the waves all evolve and influence the chessboard, forming a vivid and subtle world of the entire array.
After understanding this truth, Zhao Ran really started to watch chess, but what he watched was not "chess", but the flow of Qi in the world caused by playing chess.
I watched this for three whole days!
Outside the big formation, inside Qingjun Cave and Nuange.
Zhang Laodao lay on his back on the treasure platform, with his legs crossed and his cloth shoes half hanging on his toes. While swaying, he stuffed kidney beans into his mouth and chewed them loudly.
Qingjun was sitting on the edge of the collapse, with his hands busy, threading needles and threads, and was embroidering a piece of silk handkerchief. On the silk handkerchief was a glittering nine-story pagoda. The pagoda was surrounded by the monstrous flood, and it was about to be submerged in the water.
In the waves.
Long Yangzi was sitting on a futon in the corner. In front of him was an alchemy cauldron that was about a foot tall. White fireworks could be faintly flashed under the alchemy cauldron. He closed his eyes tightly and moved his hands with a speed that could not be detected by his eyesight.
The finger tips guide the white fireworks to keep changing.
Granny Qing walked around the Nuan Pavilion with a cane, wiping here and there from time to time, cleaning all kinds of household items that were already spotless.
A bronze mirror hangs directly above the Nuan Pavilion. In the bronze mirror, the scene of Zhao Ran watching chess is clearly visible.
Qingjun suddenly stopped, put away the silk handkerchief and embroidery needle, and looked at the bronze mirror without saying a word for a long time.
Grandma Qing coughed and said, "He has been watching chess in this pavilion for three days."
Qingjun nodded: "It's really rare."
Zhang Laodao was still chewing kidney beans, and Long Yangzi was still making elixirs without saying a word.
Qing Jun looked at it for a while, and suddenly said "Hey", Zhang Laodao turned over and sat up, and Long Yangzi, who was refining the alchemy, stopped making secrets and raised his head to look at the bronze mirror.
In the bronze mirror, Zhao Ran picked up a chess piece and placed it gently on the chessboard.