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Chapter 61: Teach bad apprentices

The scene turned, and on the top of the snow-capped mountains, a giant bird as bright as crystal was perched on the top. The giant bird folded its wings, buried its head under its wings, and remained motionless. The bright colorful aura on its body slowly disappeared.

After an unknown period of time, the giant bird lost all its vitality and turned into an ice sculpture standing there. On the opposite mountain, there was an old man with an old face. His whole body was covered by wind and snow, except for a pair of eyes that were as bright as stars, and the folds were shining.

, all the while staring at the fallen crystal bird.

The sun rose and the moon set, and after hundreds of flashes, I saw the body of the giant crystal bird slowly dissipating, turning into colorful lights, and soaring into the sky.

At this time, the old man who had been standing there for several years suddenly took out the animal skin and quickly recorded inexplicable symbols, lines, and ancient characters on the animal skin with his own blood...

After the recording was completed, the animal skin was rolled up and two ancient characters were written on the surface again.

Similarly, Qin Yang instantly understood the meaning of these two words.

Huahong.



Pictures kept flashing, and every time a strange thing appeared, including monsters, strange beasts, aliens that looked like humans, and weird creatures that didn't even have a body...

And every time, there would be a variety of people recording something in incomprehensible words. Every time Qin Yang could instantly understand the true meaning, it was only the most crucial name.

Some people died when they finished recording, and some people died tragically on the spot halfway through recording.

Countless people have gone on and on, paving the road with their lives. Every piece of bluestone on the road is made of animal skins, human skins, and even bones soaked in blood.

Qin Yang stared blankly at the scene, his heart trembling, as if he had seen his ancestors who were still drinking blood a long time ago, in a weak posture, desperately looking for any way to strengthen themselves, using blood and bones to exchange for countless future generations.

Familiar skills, secret techniques, magical powers...

I don't know how long it took, all the images disappeared, Qin Yang still stood there blankly, his eyes were blank, and his consciousness could not be restored for a long time.

“In the beginning of ancient times, who preached the gospel?

If the top and bottom are not formed, how can we examine them?

Who can overcome the darkness and darkness?

Feng Yiwei Xiang, how to recognize it?

…”

The old man closed his eyes slightly, his face was solemn, and he sang in his mouth, just like Lu Hongzhong, asking questions to the sky, his voice was full of desolation and sadness.

Qin Yang slowly came back to his senses, looked at the door of the ancestral hall with complicated eyes, and listened quietly to the old man's singing.

After a long time, the old man's hoarse voice gradually weakened, and his hoarse roar also dissipated.

The two of them just stood outside the ancestral hall, without anyone moving.

"In the early days of ancient times, whoever taught it was probably no longer remembered by anyone now. In the beginning, the first exercises, the first secret techniques, the first magical powers, and even the first magic weapons were all stolen.

The earliest ancestors of the sect, the ancestors who didn’t even have a name, had to shed their blood, break their bones and tendons, have their souls scattered, and even feed their bodies to monsters to get it!”

"Who remembers?" the old man hissed at the top of his lungs, his eyes full of sorrow, and a low and feeble roar came from his throat.

"No one remembers it. They don't know that the magic power with three heads and six arms comes from demons. It's because demons use it to make it easier to eat and compete for food. They don't know that the original source of the art of rainbow transformation, which is now almost in the streets, is from ancient times.

After the death of the giant bird, its body turned into a rainbow and returned to heaven and earth. It was an ancestor who froze to death on the top of the mountain. He only relied on perseverance to steal the most critical part."

"They don't even remember that what they stole was a glimmer of life, the world, and the future. Everyone now only knows that the crime of burglary was so heinous that it was destroyed tens of thousands of years ago. What is the truth?

, no one knows, and no one cares, anyway, door theft is a disaster and everyone deserves to die!"

"Everyone knows that stealing a door means cheating, digging graves, opening doors and picking locks. Apart from that, there is nothing good about him. Even if he doesn't take a piece of spiritual stone from him, in the eyes of others, it is still a heinous crime.

Everyone gets it and kills it, and is even more proud of it."

The old man closed his eyes tightly, trembled all over, and remained silent for a long time.

After a while, the old man opened his eyes and patted Qin Yang on the shoulder.

"Go in and worship your ancestors for tens of thousands of years. You are the only one who has learned the ancient scriptures. Although it is incomplete, your Taoist foundation is solid and far beyond ordinary people. I have seen countless young people

Talent, no one can compare with you at this point. Tall buildings rise from the ground. Only with this foundation can you go further. You just need to choose your subsequent exercises carefully."

"Master..." Qin Yang opened his mouth, but the old man stopped him with his hand.

"Don't worry, there are not many people in the world who can tell that you have cultivated the Zixiao Dao Sutra. I tricked you into getting started. To be honest, I did have some selfish motives. However, I don't ask you to revive the reputation of the thieves, because

Now there is no need for the door thief in the past, and I don’t ask you to avenge the door thief. This is not your responsibility. I just ask you to pass on the incense of the door thief in the future."

"Master..." Qin Yang felt sour in his heart and didn't know what to say for a moment.

"Go ahead. Tens of thousands of years ago, the Thieving Sect was destroyed and all the classics were taken away. We, the descendants, really cannot afford the prestige and achievements of our ancestors. In the past tens of thousands of years, it is true that the incense can be passed down.

It's all about cheating and digging graves. We have long lost our face and are not qualified to go into the ancestral hall to worship our ancestors. You are different. You are the next generation of preachers I have chosen. I can make an exception and let you in.

once."

Qin Yang remained silent for a long time. After a long time, he suddenly knelt down and kowtowed to the ancestral hall.

"I don't need to go in. Anyway, I will definitely not be a good person in the future, nor will I have the achievements of my ancestors, let alone the feelings of my ancestors. In this case, don't let the ancestors see such unworthy descendants as me, otherwise it will be difficult for the ancestors.

peaceful."

"You..." The old man looked at Qin Yang with complicated eyes. After a long time, he let out a long sigh and patted Qin Yang on the shoulder with relief: "If you can have this kind of awareness, I will feel relieved as a teacher. You can be a good person and have a righteous heart."

, that requires strength as support. Unless one day you become a titled Taoist Lord, otherwise, you’d better learn to cheat and dig graves, so that you can live longer and go further...

"

"Uh..." Qin Yang was a little stunned. Do you teach your disciples like this?

"What are you looking at? What I said is wrong? How do you think we got here in the past tens of thousands of years? We recruited kind-hearted people, but unfortunately, without exception, we listened to others and were deceived, and died miserably. We also recruited ruthless people.

People who are close to being possessed by demons, but they all seek their own death, and their deaths are even worse. Only people like you, who are willing to give up their dignity and become demons, may not be very likely, but they will not be stupid and bad people who are easily deceived by others. Only

In this way, we can live longer.”

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