Bright golden light swayed from Luo Anan's body, shrouding Luo Anan's figure.
Li Danqing stared at the girl in front of him who was wrapped in a golden halo. He didn't know for a moment whether such a change was good or bad for Luo An'an.
But Prince Li's confusion did not last long, and the golden light that lingered around the girl quickly converged into her body.
The girl with her eyes closed slowly opened her eyes at this moment, and an equally bright golden light flashed in her eyes.
Li Danqing looked at Luo An'an nervously, feeling that the girl at this moment seemed to be the same as before, but she seemed to have undergone earth-shaking changes. It was an indescribable feeling, a change based on the soul level.
Luo Anan nodded towards Li Danqing, as if she wanted to tell her dean that she was not seriously ill. Then she stretched out her hand, her palm opened, and three white drop-shaped light spots came from her
The palms of his hands slowly floated up.
"It's nectar!" Everyone around them exclaimed.
The skeleton with the horned beard seemed to still have some prestige among the crowd. At this time, he stood out from the crowd and walked to Luo Anan. He stretched out a trembling hand and took out the three light spots.
One piece.
Li Danqing's eyes froze at this moment, and he saw clearly that the arm of the skeleton with the mustache in front of him was also looming like Lan Xianzhi's, and seemed to be on the verge of collapse.
But Yang Jiao Hu did not covet the nectar that was a life-saving straw for them. Instead, he carefully held the object and came to Fangzhou County Magistrate. He squatted down, the will-o'-the-wisps in his eyes swayed, and said softly:
"Come... let this child eat."
Fangzhou County Magistrate also saw Yang Jiao Hu's looming arm at this time. His body trembled obviously, and he stared at Yang Jiao Hu with a trembling voice: "But Mr. Ziya, you..."
"It's okay." The living dead man named Ziya said with a smile, and his clearly terrifying face made Li Danqing see a bit of kindness at this moment: "Master Cheng has two nectars left. Let's go to him."
The people in Songcheng can survive for two more days with just one point."
Fangzhou County Magistrate looked a little lonely when he heard this, but he still took the nectar and fed it to the weak Lan County Magistrate.
Miraculously, the moment the little skeleton ate this thing, a bright white light surged to all parts of her body. Wherever it passed, her transparent body seemed to be recast by the light and condensed into substance.
Her half-closed eyes opened at this moment, and they were bright. She stood up and looked at Fangzhou Junzhi and said loudly: "Dad! I'm fine!"
Fangzhou County Magistrate also cried with joy when he saw this. He quickly reached out and hugged the little skeleton, and there were bursts of choking sounds in his throat.
Seeing this scene, everyone around them couldn't help but be a little touched.
"These days are getting harder and harder day by day. After today, I don't know how to continue tomorrow."
"They were lucky enough to meet this Taoist, but yesterday's "Hundred Soldiers and Guards" was not so lucky. We had drinks together in the evening, but he disappeared early this morning..."
"Yes... If this continues, we don't know when we will disappear. We will just linger and muddle through."
"The Taoist Master also said that there has not been a literary sage in the outside world for a hundred years. From this point of view, our literary education has reached the edge of being extinct..."
The crowd's sighs reached the ears of Li Danqing and Luo An'an. If Li Danqing only regarded these guys as ghosts before, now he knew their identities and saw the emotional bond between them that was no different from ordinary people.
Naturally, it was difficult for Danqing to see them with the same eyes as before. Li Danqing could not fully empathize with what they had experienced, but he could somewhat feel the pain and sorrow.
"Isn't my An'an also a Taoist? Why do you have to count on that Ye Pang?" Li Danqing asked in a deep voice at this time.
Luo An'an is kind-hearted, and she also sympathizes with the book spirits trapped in Chaoge City. When she heard Li Danqing's words, she also raised her head and looked at the book spirits and said: "Yes! I have awakened.
Wen Dao Ling Yun, although I still don’t understand how to use this thing, as long as you are willing to tell me the method, I will definitely help you with all my strength!"
Luo Anan said, and handed over the remaining two nectars in his hand.
But in the face of Luo Anan's proactive attitude, the scholar with the horned beard known as Mr. Ziya smiled bitterly and shook his head.
"Nothing is that easy..." he said.
Li Danqing frowned slightly, a little displeased with the pessimistic attitude of these book spirits. He said: "No matter how easy it is, we are willing to try. If you want to survive, tell us how to do it. If you are already determined to die,
, then just think that the two of us are just being sentimental, so don’t waste each other’s time!”
Ziya looked up at Li Danqing, the will-o'-the-wisps in his eyes beating, but there was not much anger. He just said: "Little brother, I have misunderstood. You are willing to help us. Of course we are grateful for this kindness, but things are far more complicated than that."
You think it’s complicated.”
"We, the book spirits, rely on the spiritual souls born from the readings of the classics in the world and the intersection of literature and art. If the outside world is really like what the little friend said, and literature and art are withering, then we, the book spirits, will also
Sooner or later, as the literary power weakens, it will slowly disappear and be forgotten. This is not something that can be reversed by one person..."
"In fact, for us book lovers, life and death are not a big deal. We just think that the inheritance of the Great Principles written by the sages has been cut off. The classics and classics written by them with painstaking efforts will be covered with dust. The world no longer believes in them.
"The great road in the book, if we throw away the benevolence, trust and etiquette, and return to that ignorant era, we will feel sad and ashamed of the sages who created us..."
Li Danqing blinked his eyes and said to himself in surprise: "Is it so serious?"
Ziya smiled bitterly and said: "Before, we were in this world and had no awareness of everything outside. Today, after listening to my friend, I realized that the world outside has reached such an extent...not even in the book of mountains and rivers."
I want to record the destruction of the Great Shang Dynasty..."
"It seems that someone has cut off the cultural heritage of Dashang and wants to wipe out all the cultural heritage from ancient times to the present!"
At this time, an old voice suddenly came from behind Li Danqing. Li Danqing and Luo An'an were stunned and looked behind them, only to see a rickety book spirit slowly walking slowly with the support of many book spirits.
Walking towards here. Compared to most book spirits, they have been reduced to skin and bones.
With a terrifying appearance, the book spirit in front of him maintained the appearance of an old man. Although he looked frail and old, there was no doubt that he seemed to be fundamentally different from many book spirits.
Li Danqing's eyes narrowed, and he felt a terrifying aura around this old-looking book spirit, as if the person in front of him was a person who had traveled through thousands of years of time, and emerged from the depths of the years.
The guy who came over had an aura that had accumulated over countless years. It was dark, restrained, yet inexplicably awe-inspiring.
"Mr. Shanhe." When Ziya Shuling, who was beside Li Danqing, saw the old man, he also bowed to him respectfully.
"The Book of Mountains and Rivers?" Li Danqing stared at the other person's mouth and asked. This was not the first time that he heard this name from these book spirits. From their words and their attitude towards the book spirits at this moment, Li Danqing could really tell.
I feel that the other party seems to have an extremely high status in the hearts of these book spirits.
The old man nodded. He turned his head to look at Luo An'an, who was next to Li Danqing, and looked him up and down kindly. Luo An'an lowered his head and saluted the old man, and said softly: "I've met Mr."
"Actually, I have noticed something strange a long time ago." The old man sighed and said softly at this time.
As soon as these words came out, everyone present cast strange looks.
"Old rot is originally a divine creature that was created by heaven and earth when Cangjie, the great sage of literature and Taoism, created Chinese characters."
"The spiritual essence is connected with the creation of heaven and earth. Dynasties change, emperors change positions, and mountains and rivers change. They have entered the pages of my book. However, for hundreds of years, neither the Great Shang nor the Youyun Liao Kingdom have had any ink on my title page.
"Such a thing has never happened in thousands of years. Even the ink written by Dashang a hundred years ago has begun to fade away in the past hundred years, and even I can't remember what happened in the last few hundred years of Dashang."
"It's just that the creations of you and me are vassals of the human race. Even if we knew, it would be difficult to interfere..."
"It's hard for me to know why the current human race decided to exterminate our Wenmai Daoyun, but I can feel that among today's human race, it is not only my Wenmai Daoyun who feels weak. I am afraid that in addition to martial arts,
There is no other way in the world that can lead to the realm of human king..."
"The realm of the human king? Does it mean the same realm as the martial king? Could it be that before Wu Yang, apart from the civil and martial arts, there were other ways to reach such a realm?" Li Danqing asked with his heart trembling.
The old scholar smiled bitterly and said: "Although I am old and have become weaker recently, I still remember some things."
It is said that there seemed to be tears flashing in the old man's cloudy eyes, as if he had traveled through hundreds of years and saw the beautiful mountains and rivers in his dream.
"A hundred years ago, there was a mighty merchant."
"There are martial arts masters who can move mountains and fill seas, who can chase the stars and catch the moon. There are also literary sages who can communicate with the gods through their writings. They can summon ghosts and gods with a single word, follow the law with their words, and move the mountainsides with their thoughts."
"There is a Qin Emperor who crosses his legs and plays the Qin with ten fingers, and a piece of music can enlighten the eyes of the immortals in the sky. There is also a chess sage who uses mountains and rivers as a board to deduce the fate of the country for hundreds of years!"
"The Immortal of the Hanging Pot is able to descend into the Nine Netherworld and draw the underworld. He is a spiritual painter who can shape mountains and rivers with a roll of blue and blue. He is a Nine Cauldron Alchemy Master who can create good fortune with half a furnace of golden elixirs."
"This dazzling world is filled with beautiful things, not inferior to those in heaven!"