Chapter 24 Taixu Passage
The treasure room is neither a treasure house nor an weapons room. There are no treasures or any standard weapons.
Most of the items placed in the rows of lockers are all kinds of strange utensils and ritual vessels, as well as various ancient musical instruments, bells and tripods.
Various artifacts are placed quite neatly, and some of them have nameplates indicating when and where they were found.
An Jing looked at an object that looked like a gorphigo, like the fangs of some kind of beast.
[The life tool Ya Ge was discovered in Chenli Wuhuang in the second year of Tianxing. Holding it can strengthen bones and sharp teeth, promote blood circulation and strengthen life. Corresponding to the destiny pattern ‘Tiger and Ox Bensi’ – if you hold it if it is not your destiny, your sanity will deteriorate]
An Jing looked at a small bronze bell again.
[The rust-patterned bell, a destiny weapon, was excavated in Baichuan, Hanhai, in the first year of Longshuo. The vibration can shock the soul, wake up the mind, and summon the spirit. Corresponding to the horoscope ‘morning bells and evening drums’ – unknown taboo]
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An Jing was thoughtful, each of the objects placed here is a so-called 'destiny weapon', corresponding to a certain kind of 'fate destiny', and each has its own unique features.
However, only a small part of them have been found to have specific functions. Although most of the hidden weapons are known to have strange features, they do not know the corresponding fate and effects.
In the center of the storage room, there was an empty cabinet.
[The life vessel is a vessel for nourishing life. It was discovered in the ancient land of Daoxu in the fifth year of Tianbao. It gathers essence and energy to nourish life. Corresponding to the destiny pattern ‘Borrowing Qi to Resurrection’ – Those who are not destined to hold on to it will lose both soul and blood]
"Gather your essence and energy, nourish your life with your life..."
An Jing thought of the medicinal paste in the water vat, with murderous intent in his eyes: "It seems that this is a tool for refining 'medicinal materials' into 'big medicine'."
Is the fate of those children in the dungeon to be reduced to that kind of 'big medicine'?
As for where the life-saving dish is...
An Jing suddenly thought of the dark gold utensils on the table of the medicine assistant in the medicine pavilion.
That might be the life-saving dish...it turns out to be in the hands of the assistant medicine master.
He really didn't hide it at all.
Taking a deep breath, Anjing looked deeply and continued to observe.
The life vessels in the storage room are not particularly precious, but the life vessels are the most precious ones.
An Jing did not touch these things indiscriminately. Those taboos were obviously tried with human life. He was just observing whether there were any props he needed.
【Anjing】
Since entering the Tibetan room, Jianyin has been silent for a while, and then continues to guide: [Left corner]
An Jing looked to the left corner, where a cold spiritual light suddenly lit up.
This is the corner of the storage room, where various dark artifacts are placed, but now, one artifact shines through.
It was a broken sword.
The broken sword in the corner has a simple shape. Except for the hilt, the sword is almost broken from the root. It is dark and dull, full of rust, and looks little better than scrap.
But An Jing was slightly stunned, because he could see that this sword... was exactly the same as the hilt of the rusty sword in the 'Qingjing Sword View' taught to him by the mysterious sword sound!
However, the rusty sword in Qingjing Sword Temple was still intact after all, but the rusty sword in front of him only had the hilt left, which was dilapidated and decayed.
Lowering his eyes, Anjing looked at the nameplate.
[The broken blade of the destiny weapon appeared in the northern Xinjiang in the first year of Jingchang. The function is unknown, the corresponding destiny is unknown, and the taboo is unknown. It is speculated that it is a destiny related to military killing]
Jingchang, the most recent era name of the Dachen Dynasty, was the first year after the frost disaster in Northern Xinjiang, and it was also the first year that the Anjing family fled.
The Broken Sword was mediocre, its function was unknown, and its destiny was unknown. In addition, its blade was rotten, and it was meaningless as a weapon, so it was regarded as the lowest life weapon and preserved.
But at this moment, it is shining.
"Hold me."
The mysterious voice of Qing Ling - or in other words, the sound of the broken sword became more real, as if ringing in my ears: "Visualize the 'Quiet Sword View'."
The broken sword was completely rusted and looked extremely fragile.
He slowly stepped forward and grasped the hilt of the sword. A chilling feeling penetrated from the palm of his hand straight into his heart.
But it wasn't uncomfortable. Instead, Anjing felt a feeling of being connected by blood, like an arm moving his fingers.
"Um?"
Holding his breath and falling into silence, An Jing visualized the rusty sword. He was shocked to find that the broken sword disappeared from his hand - and within his body, a shadow of a sword appeared faintly in the divine sea!
In the divine sea, the hilt of the broken sword became more solid, the rust peeled off a little, and the blade regained some of its sharpness, flashing with silver light.
"Incredible!"
With his spiritual thoughts moving again, the Broken Sword returned to An Jing's hands. This wonderful scene was beyond his imagination - but considering that the Broken Sword Spirit had previously taught him how to store his thoughts through the air, this was not particularly incredible.
"Your physique can actually withstand my sword evil - this is the evil of Geng Jin!"
The mysterious voice - or in other words, the sword spirit was also quite surprised: "What is your physique and destiny?"
But soon, he said indifferently: "That's great, you won't be corroded by my sword, and you can even use my sword to fortify your body in the future."
"I wanted you to be patient, but now it's easier."
But it was at this time that noisy footsteps suddenly sounded.
"Are you here? It's not fast. It's not a search... it's a routine inspection?"
An Jing immediately raised his head. He listened carefully to the direction and frowned: "I didn't leave any traces, but if they search the cache, I definitely can't hide it."
"what do I do."
An Jing clenched the broken sword in his hand and hid behind the door: "Someone is approaching now and will definitely check the hiding room."
"After being discovered, I probably won't die, but I will definitely be under intensive care. I won't be able to move with enough freedom like I do now as a senior brother."
"I have no choice. Maybe I can force a breakthrough with my face covered, but I may not be able to defeat them."
"That's true." Sword Spirit said: "Although these demon sect believers have frivolous foundations, they all have inner energy and are serious warriors."
"Although you have a good foundation and are only one step away from the inner breath, it is not the inner breath after all." "It's enough to deal with only one. You are not their opponent yet."
"Of course I know."
Although the footsteps outside had already reached the courtyard, An Jing still calmed down and said, "You must have been prepared for it. Tell me now and I will do it."
The sword spirit admired An Jing's calmness: "Hold the sword. Run the 'Quiet Sword Concept'."
An Jing holds the sword, runs the 'Quiet Sword View', and visualizes the rusty sword in his mind.
At this moment, the rusty sword in the divine sea faintly overlapped with the broken sword held tightly in An Jing's hand, and a wisp of silver sword light appeared from where the blade broke.
It vibrates, exuding a halo visible to the naked eye.
"This is?"
Even with his eyes closed tightly, he could still notice this. An Jing was quite shocked, and the sword spirit said: "Sense my breath, my fragments."
An Jing recalled the cold aura when he first held the sword. Using the broken sword as a basis, he began to sense it.
In an instant, six other light spots appeared in his mind. Three of them were dim and hidden, as if they were in an extremely distant place. One was not far away, but equally dim, and the other was extremely close, almost as close as An Jing himself. Overlapping, but uncertain, seems to be blocked.
There is only one shining steady light.
"Open your eyes, aim at the most stable one, and kill."
The sword spirit said, but Anjing did not hesitate, opened his eyes, held the sword, and made a false move forward.
Then, he incredibly saw the broken sword cutting a dark crack into the space in front of him.
On the other side of the deep crack, there seems to be another world waiting.
"What on earth is going on..."
Even with Anjing's extremely tenacious spirit and the stability of Qingjing Sword Concept, his brain was shut down for a moment, but soon he realized that this might be his only chance to escape safely!
"Go in."
Sword Spirit said softly: "This is our only chance to break free from the cage."
Click!
At this moment, the sound of the key jack was heard at the door of the Tibetan room. Without any hesitation, An Jing stepped into the gap.
Click!
The door to the storage room opened, and a small group of believers entered to inspect the traces.
"Nothing unusual." They looked around, and the leader complained: "What is the assistant medicine envoy doing? He asked us to inspect the medicine store in the middle of the night... The old man doesn't really think someone can escape from the dungeon, does he?"
"It seems that someone has moved something..." A believer looked around and muttered, and then was immediately retorted by his own people: "You are stupid, didn't Captain Chen and the others come here to get the treasure vessel this morning?"
Soon, after confirming that there was no one inside or outside the Tibetan room, the group of Providence believers closed the door and left: "Oh, he is still so suspicious in the deep mountains and forests. I think the medicine makes him a little nervous."
"Who is not? Who is happy to stay here? I really hope to be transferred back to Dachen as soon as possible..."
at the same time.
"We are about to go to another world."
The voice of the sword spirit sounded in his heart, sonorous and clear: "You can't stay in another world for too long, unless you can find my fragments and strengthen my abilities."
"The fragment closest to you is in the Xuanming Valley behind the Xuanming Village. Don't worry, these demons will hold initiation ceremonies there, and you will find a chance to enter them."
"Hold the hilt of the sword tightly, operate the Quiet Sword Observation, and wield the virtual blade in the air. You can enter another world, or return to Huaixu. Your talent is excellent, and with the skills brought by Su Hui, as long as you are in the other world, You can advance your inner breath without attracting their attention. Ordinary demon cultists are nothing to worry about."
"I don't doubt that I can break through the inner breath, but how can I hide it from the owner?"
An Jing responded: "He is already strong internally and has the ability to observe. If I break through the internal energy, I may not be able to escape his eyes."
"You have learned the quiet sword concept. Keep it 'quiet' and keep your mind stable. I can help you hide it, at least under the divine treasure."
Sword Spirit said: "But don't be careless. There are many resources and dangers in the other world that I don't know about. Use it or be killed by it. Everything is possible."
"Your and my destiny are in your own hands."
"I understand. I will seize this opportunity." An Jing's heart was extremely clear at this moment. From the moment he took the step towards the crack, he knew that his destiny was in his own hands, his own sword.
He stepped across the chasm.
What appeared in front of An Jing's eyes was pitch black, and then light gradually appeared.
This is a deep underground ruins, with a huge steel dome supporting the earth and stone and the surrounding solid stone walls, solid and silent.
Originally located deep underground, it should have been extremely dark, but large expanses of fluorescent translucent vines provided a faint light, allowing people to roughly see its entirety.
"here it is……"
Anjing looked around at this huge underground ruins - the structure of the ruins was very classical. It seemed to be a collapsed Tiange hall, sacred and solemn. There were a large number of extremely fine cloud-patterned phoenix seals on the rows of collapsed hardware pillars. A very classical beauty that perfectly integrates grandeur and solemnity with meticulousness and elegance.
Backing up slightly, wanting to see the entire ruins in front of him, An Jing was suddenly startled because he stepped on something hard but fragile. The Xuanbu was activated for a moment, without making any sound, but completely crushed it.
Looking back, An Jing opened his eyes wide, because under the weak light of the glowing vines, he saw a...or rather, pieces of corpses!
Large swaths of corpses wearing uniforms and bones were scattered around. An Jing had accidentally crushed the bones of a corpse just now.
"etc?!"
But what really shocked An Jing was not these skeletal corpses, but what was in the hands of these corpses.
In the hands of these corpses... there were things that Anjing was very familiar with in his previous life, but that he had never seen in this life.
-That's a gun.
Not long or short spears, wooden or iron spears...
-That's a firearm rifle.
(End of chapter)