In the room, there seemed to be wind blowing, the scroll was shaking violently like a flag, and the words on it were constantly flowing and changing like a waterfall.
In the dim light that rose and fell, Yang Yu's expression flickered.
Shocked, puzzled, puzzled, doubtful...
Even, horrifying!
What the fairyland is, until now, there is still no convincing explanation for everyone.
But no matter what you say, illusion is still an illusion, not a portal to the past!
Such a slovenly Taoist, such as Grand Master Bodhidharma, could still be explained by martial arts willpower. However, the scene in front of him completely overturned Yang Yu's understanding.
How can what you do in the illusion affect the real world?
Or is it really a dream back to ancient times?
But this...
"how can that be possible?!"
After a moment of drowsiness, Yang Yu stabilized his mind, reached out to hold the picture of Blue Water and Cold Pond, and began to read the written records on it one by one.
[The Yi Qi Jue taught by fellow Taoist disciples is obscure and difficult to understand. Can the secret be taught? 】
[It’s difficult, it’s difficult, it’s difficult! This method, fellow Taoist, is completely different from any other method in the world, and is independent of the Immortal Way and the Tao-Fruit System?!]
[My fellow Taoist is a great talent, a poor Taoist is heartily convinced, my fellow Taoist is a great kindness, I, the Taiyi Sect, will definitely remember it from generation to generation...]
[Fellow Taoist, I dare to ask, what exactly is True Gang? It seems that no matter how the inner energy circulates and condenses, it cannot transform into True Gang...]
[I dare to ask my friend, if I have completed the practice of Yi Qi Jue, how can I turn it into the true power you mentioned? 】
[Is fellow Taoist still here...]
…
The dozens of items in front of the head are all left by Xu Pingsheng. Among them, there are dozens of eloquent ones, 90% of which are about the experience and secrets of Yiqi Jue and Iron Arm Kung Fu.
The rest are mostly records of repairing the 'Pure Realm of Pure Brightness', a 'holy place to avoid disaster' that has been prepared since Xu Shengyang.
"A few low-level martial arts actually allowed him to condense the true power?!"
Yang Prison was quite surprised.
At the end of the fantasy, he tried to pass on a few martial arts skills, but his intention was to slowly trade with the other party, without mentioning any martial arts levels.
But this Xu Shengsheng actually relied on a few inferior martial arts to form the True Gang without any understanding of martial arts!
[Fellow Taoist, don’t deceive me. If you achieve true power, you can barely control your spiritual energy. However, poor Taoist immortal roots are planted too early, so it’s difficult to escape from misfortune...
Pindao is going to die...]
There seemed to be a touch of sentimentality in the text, and Xu Pingsheng had no response at this point.
"This little Taoist priest..."
Yang Yu sighed slightly and continued to look down.
In the next post, the tone changed and it was clearly that of another person.
[Disciple Xu Jingchun, a descendant of the seventh generation in his life, received the order left by his ancestors to master this divine map. Is the senior opposite him still alive? 】
[Alas, the senior has probably become immortal. After all, this world is getting worse and worse, and all the Dao fruits in the door have withered...]
[This ‘Songhe Yannian Fist’ is the first creation of a disciple. If the seniors are here, can you give me some advice? 】
[A big star fell, thousands of miles were turned into a sea of fire, seven mortal dynasties, and tens of thousands of cities were reduced to ashes...
Countless magma was squeezed out from the earth, and volcanic ash covered the nine heavens...]
[Today, some disciples quietly brought many people into this underground dojo, and I acquiesced. But how long can the dojo left by Patriarch Fang last? 】
[Senior, are you really gone? Alas, I'm afraid I'm going to die too. The spiritual energy is too thin, and all the spiritual treasures and magic weapons in the door have faded...]
[Stars fall, the earth trembles, and the most terrifying disaster in the world is about to come...]
[The spiritual energy has completely disappeared, and the great sun outside the nine-layer sky has been extinguished... Perhaps the only remaining spiritual energy in this world is in my body? 】
[Senior’s great kindness will be remembered forever by Taiyi Sect! 】
[Farewell, seniors, disciples must also learn from the ancestors of all generations and sacrifice their bodies to this ‘real world of pure brightness’ in order to protect the younger generations...]
[My Taiyi Sect is inherited by the Heavenly Master, and I have sacrificed my life for thousands of generations. If I still cannot survive this disaster, then...
Are there any living beings in the world?]
Free and easy, unwilling, sad... and the despair that cannot be concealed no matter what.
"'Pure Pure Realm'..."
Yang Yu watched in silence, digesting the information.
This Taoist talked much more than his ancestors. He wrote thousands of eloquent articles, some of which would be of interest to future generations.
And what is inseparable from his words is the 'true state of pure brightness'.
This is a holy place to avoid disasters. The preparations started before Xu Shengyang went into seclusion, and it took an unknown number of years to repair it.
However, there is no way to avoid the disappearance of spiritual energy and the invasion of catastrophe. We can only try to protect the ordinary disciples in the mountain gate and prevent the inheritance from being cut off.
[Disciple Xu Changying, sixth generation grandson of Jingchun...]
[Disciple Xu Minghua, fifth generation grandson of Changying...]
[Disciple Xu Shoushan, the sixth generation grandson of Minghua...]
[Disciple Xu Qingyin, seventh generation grandson of Shoushan...]
The people who left the words changed from generation to generation. In the end, no one actually remembered Yang Yu, but there were still people recording it.
Recording their process of resisting the catastrophe of heaven and earth.
Generation after generation, one person after another, Yang Yu watched silently. In a trance, he felt as if he was witnessing the terrible era when the world fell and all species were extinct.
What he holds in his hand seems to be no longer a thin picture scroll, but a heaven-defying history book as heavy as a sacred mountain!
He saw the Xu family's struggle to survive for thousands of generations...
I saw the blood sacrifices of countless generations of heroes...
Seeing the Taiyi Sect, countless years of resistance and struggle...
I saw them go from condensing the true power with a few inferior martial arts to creating the first superior martial arts...
Watching them grow from nothing to a hundred flowers blooming...
I saw the epitome of human beings struggling to survive in that terrifying era...
There are no gods and demons, no immortals and Buddhas, only themselves, and only themselves...
In the end, the Xu family disappeared into the scroll.
[Disciple, Gan Shanyue, studied under Xu Cun...]
[The disciples are incompetent, the Pure Realm is irreparably cracked, and the Holy Land of Avoiding Tribulation has collapsed!]
[This is true, the sky collapses, the earth dies, and everything freezes...]
[This time, I can’t avoid it, I can’t hide it, I can’t escape it! Disciple, burn incense here, ask for the blessings of the ancestors of all generations, and make this last fight...]
[Ancestors of Taiyi Sect, protect us...]
The record ends here.
The throbbing in Yang Yu's heart could not subside for a long time.
At this moment, he was filled with distracting thoughts, including doubts, regrets, and sentimentality.
He didn't know how to explain what he was experiencing at this moment.
I don’t know if the Xu family will leave records on the scrolls at all, or if it’s because of themselves...
This stop lasts just one night.
It wasn't until the morning light broke through the darkness and flowed in through the cracks in the doors and windows that he came back to his senses, but his heart was still extremely complicated.
【Are you still there?】
After leaving such a sentence, Yang Yu silently put away the scroll, not even thinking about looking inside the picture of the Blue Water and Cold Pond.
Opening the door, the sun is rising in the east.
The red light breaks through the sky and earth, shining on the treetops, eaves, streets, and snow...
This was just an ordinary sunrise. Yang Yu had seen it countless times, but at this moment, he felt that this scene was indescribably beautiful.
Thinking back on the struggle of the Xu family, and the intrigues and life-and-death fights they encountered over the past ten years, I felt the disgust in my heart become even stronger.
"If they can see this..."
A touch of sadness emerged in Yang Yu's heart, and suddenly, another idea came to his mind.
"If you don't enter the 'Longevity Mountain Fantasy Land' again, can you contact Xu Pingsheng again through this blue water and cold pool picture?!"
The emergence of this thought shocked Yang Yu's heart. If it were not for the fact that the Cauldron of Gluttony was not charged enough to refine the recipe again.
At this moment, he couldn't hold it any longer and wanted to try.
"If it's possible..."
While Yang Yu was murmuring in his heart, Qin Si had already walked into the courtyard. She was holding a dinner plate with hot vegetarian dishes and meals on it.
"Brother Yang, are you worried?"
Putting down the lunch box, Qin Si noticed something.
"without……"
Yang Yu shook his head and sat down to eat.
He didn't want to hide Qin Si, but he couldn't explain this experience at this time, so he had to keep it in his heart.
He didn't say anything, and Qin Si didn't ask any more questions, but just stayed with her silently.
Her craftsmanship was very good, and the vegetarian food was delicious. Yang Yu had not eaten for many days, but after a few bites, his appetite was whetted. After a while, he had finished everything.
Qin Si wanted to go get it, but Yang Yu stopped her:
"Come with me to see the real person."
Qin Si was a little surprised, but she still responded, and the two held hands and went out. Dahei, no, the white dog was very alert and followed him quickly.
The wind and snow have stopped for many days. It seems that God deliberately left a glimmer of hope for people to breathe.
At this moment, there is already a hint of spring in the world, and in the sunny place in the mountain in the corner, green grass has quietly poked its head out.
The northwest city has also become lively again, except that there is still no alcohol, everything seems to be back on track.
There are even foreign caravans arriving.
Qin Si is very smart and sensitive. She doesn't know what her brother Yang has been through, but she vaguely feels that something has changed in him.
But what exactly it is, I can’t tell clearly.
"Brother Yang, what are you thinking about?"
she asked.
"I didn't think about anything... I just suddenly felt emotional."
Looking at the popular city, Yang Yu replied.
"What emotion?"
"Outside the city, there is a Martial Saint blocking the road. Farther away, Qianheng Yujia is marching in person. Outside the pass, the Heavenly Wolf is making strange movements. The old demon regards me as an enemy..."
Yang Yu said calmly:
"Before yesterday, I felt quite depressed, but now..."
"Now, what's the difference?"
Qin Si was a little curious.
"Now I feel that these are not that big of a deal..."
In Qin Si's stunned look, Yang Yu remained silent.
He raised his eyebrows and looked around. From the city gate to the distance, he seemed to be able to see the lonely grave beside the dense forest, blown by the breeze.
"Real person, I didn't lie to you, ginseng fruit really has..."