Chapter 340 Breaking through the Fourth Realm
Gu Xu had long guessed that the "Longevity Sect" and the Youzhou Zhao family's practice methods are essentially from the same source and have an extremely close connection.
Even the gods they believe in are named after "fire", and they are not lofty immortals like "God" who look down on all living beings, but mortals who have achieved success in cultivation, which can be said to be quite "down to earth" ".
And today, in the process of assisting Zhao Yan in awakening the power of blood with the help of the "Hui Lu" rune and the improved "Red Flame True Art", he realized this deeply.
The "Karma Sutra" and the "Nirvana Sutra" are like two fragments of the same Taoism. The former takes "Hell Karma Fire" as the key and focuses on "washing away one's sins and realizing the soul's transcendence and peace." The latter uses "Phoenix" as an image, emphasizing "resurrecting from the ashes and becoming stronger and more beautiful".
The two have many similarities and can complement each other in many ways.
"Then what do they have in common?" Gu Xu thought silently, "If I extract the essence of them and integrate them, can I make my "Red Flame True Secret" Going to the next level? "
He thought for a moment and quickly got the answer -
That is "power", "transformation" and "subversion".
Thinking of this, he made a prompt decision and started to revise the scriptures of "Red Flame True Art" again based on his new understanding.
If there were any high-level monks by his side at this time, they would definitely be surprised by what he did - because in the scriptures he rewrote, there is already the aura of the Taoist meaning, and under normal circumstances, only saints can do this. Only those who can do it can do it.
It can be said that the current "Red Flame True Technique" is very close to the real top-grade technique. And because it was adapted by Gu Xu himself rather than directly copying the exercises created by others, it is extremely compatible with him and improves his practice efficiency even better than most high-grade exercises.
Gu Xu felt that if one day in the future he could completely digest the profound meaning of the great truth, then he would not be far from the realm of a saint.
If Gu Xu's experience at this time can be described as "enlightenment", then Zhao Yan's feelings can be described as "cutting away the bones and washing the marrow."
The heat flowed from the palm of her hand, along her meridians, and surged through many acupoints such as Queqiao, Jianggong, Huangting, Mingtang, etc., and the true energy flowed through, making her tremble all over.
She felt as if there was a secret treasure buried deep within her body that she had never discovered before. But today, this treasure was dug out of the ground and quietly opened by an invisible key. The power inside poured out, making her feel more powerful than ever before.
In addition to power, there are countless messy memory fragments flooding into her mind - the contents of these memories are quite similar to the illusions that appeared during her practice.
She saw the familiar black wasteland, the dense white bones lying at her feet, heard the howling wind and the creepy howling of ghosts and wolves.
"Master, do you really want to leave?" She heard her own small, distant voice say, with a hint of crying in her voice.
Then she heard a man sigh and said: "Yes. After I leave today, I will never come back again. So you have to be strong to protect everyone."
Most of Zhao Yan's martial arts skills were taught to her by her parents and Coach Cai, and some of them were learned by herself from reading books. She has never been a teacher specifically, nor has she ever called anyone "Master".
But for some reason, the voice of the man she called "Master" made her feel inexplicably familiar.
"Could this be the legendary past life memory?" She secretly guessed, "Could I really be the reincarnation of the 'saint' they call me?
"What if I was really the 'saint' in my previous life? , then this 'Master'...is he the legendary 'God of Fire' himself? ”
Zhao Yan was thinking about the problem while trying to adapt to the changes in power in her body.
In an instant, a pair of dazzling wings spread out behind her.
Each feather is condensed by flames. The lines are extremely clear and glow with red, orange and yellow colors.
The temperature in the room rose sharply, and the candlelight was eclipsed by the two wings of fire. The dust in the air reflected the firelight and slowly floated around her, like thousands of newborn fireflies.
Zhao Yan opened her eyes.
At this moment, her pupils were no longer deep black, but became brilliant gold.
"Is this the true power of the 'Fire Spirit Body'?" She took a deep breath and sighed silently in her heart.
She felt that she had already stood at the pinnacle of the fifth realm, and could even fight against ordinary sixth realm monks. If he were to challenge the eldest prince Xiao Shangyuan now, it would be hard to say whether he would win or lose.
Then her eyes fell on Gu Xu.
The young man in front of him is still immersed in the world of practice. She could see the fine beads of sweat on his cheeks, shimmering softly under the reflection of the flame wings.
She couldn't help but lament that the gods must have been biased when creating the human race - Gu Xu's face with regular features and no flaws must be a work of art that he painstakingly crafted; and the rest All living beings are just the mud that He throws on the ground.
"He is really like a mystery," she thought. "Not only can he be slightly better than me in a duel at the same level, but he can also act as a humanoid 'flint' to help me awaken the power of my bloodline.
"If I am really the reincarnation of 'Phoenix Girl', so who is he? Why can we master the law of fire that is so close to its essence? ”
Zhao Yan was puzzled.
Suddenly, she thought of the man in Tsing Yi she met in the Daguguan lava cave not long ago - he once sucked up all the water in the river. All the research destroyed one of her treasured cultivation places. "That person... could it be Gu Xu?" "She guessed.
Before, she thought that the man in green had a profound moral practice and could interfere with her spiritual perception. His realm must be not low, or even higher than hers, so she did not associate it with Gu Xu, who was only in the third realm.
But now, she deeply understands that Gu Xu cannot be judged by common sense.
"I have considered that if I find the man in Tsing Yi who drained all the magma in the future, I will settle the score with him carefully and show no mercy." She looked at the handsome face of the young man in front of her. He thought silently, "But if that person is you, I will let you go for the time being..." "Who... who told you to be my benefactor?" ”
Zhao Yan has an independent and arrogant personality. She never likes to owe others favors. She will return the help that others give her little by little.
Today, Gu Xu helped her awaken her bloodline. It was just an attempt without much certainty. But since she succeeded, for her, it was a rebirth of kindness.
Just...how to repay this kindness?
If she just helped him protect the law according to the agreement, it would be too easy and it would seem like she was taking advantage. About a quarter of an hour later, Gu Xu finally opened his eyes.
"Thank you for your hard work." He took back his right hand and smiled apologetically.
Only then did Zhao Yan feel that in order to avoid affecting his practice, she had been holding her arm motionless, so now her arm was slightly sore.
The moment Gu Xu withdrew his right hand, the mysterious connection between the two was interrupted, and the boiling true energy gradually fell silent.
"I'm fine," she said in a nonchalant tone, "Aren't you planning on breaking through? I will help you protect the law now."
Her straightforward attitude made Gu Xu had to take back the words he was about to blurt out, then nodded and said: "Well, that's right."
"Then hurry up," Zhao Yan said, "The Ghost King of Mangshan probably There has been a killing spree in Luojing City.”
Perhaps it was because she had always been withdrawn and eccentric, and was not used to expressing emotions such as gratitude and closeness; or perhaps after awakening her bloodline, she instinctively used a hard shell to cover the fragility of her heart.
Although she had long remembered Gu Xu's kindness in her heart, and wanted to say a few words of sincere gratitude, but when the words came to her lips, she couldn't help but swallow them back. Finally, she had to talk about serious business in this cold and stiff tone.
After hearing her words, Gu Xu stopped wasting time. With a thought in his mind, he took out the "Forgetting Pill" prepared in advance from "Xianyunju" and used it to break through the realm, and swallowed it in his mouth.
Then he took a deep breath and prepared to enter the familiar netherworld again and climb the last section of "Homesickness Ridge".
However, at this moment, Zhao Yan's voice sounded in his ears again.
"Thank you," she said, "Today...if you weren't here today, then I..."
Her voice was very soft, like a spring wind. If you don't pay attention, you will miss it. The aggressiveness of the past was very different.
"You're welcome," Gu Xu interrupted her with a faint smile, then he paused and added, "By the way, your wings are so beautiful."
After hearing his words, Zhao Yan realized that she had forgotten to take back the pair of fire phoenix wings, letting them glow behind her back, illuminating the entire royal palace as bright as day.
She immediately retracted her wings, feeling an extremely rare emotion of "embarrassment" in her heart.
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Gu Xu closed his eyes.
In the world of consciousness, he was standing on the steps of "Homesickness Ridge", looking at the "Wangxiang Terrace" not far ahead.
This steep mountain has 4,999 steps.
Gu Xu has already climbed the 4989th level, and is only left with the last ten levels to reach the top of the mountain.
He still remembers what the white-haired boy said to him on the "Naihe Bridge" - "I will wait for you on the 'Wangxiang Terrace'."
The white-haired boy also said , the four nails on his body represent the four sealed "authorities".
When Gu Xujin entered the third realm, he pulled out one of them and obtained "time" that could change the flow of time.
So, what kind of power is sealed by the remaining three nails? Can you help him out of trouble?
In addition, as of now, Gu Xu has some speculations in his mind about the true identity of the white-haired boy and his relationship with himself. But he still needs more evidence to confirm his conjectures.
He thought as he continued to move forward along the stairs.
First level, second level, third level, fourth level...
"Wangxiang Terrace" is a building with a strange shape. It is wide at the top and narrow at the bottom. The face is like a bow and the back is like a bow. The bow strings and cornices reflect the sky, and the shape is strange.
There is a poem that goes: "On the Wangxiang Terrace, there are ghosts and ghosts in panic, and I can't help but burst into tears. My wife, children, old and young cuddle up beside the coffin, and relatives and friends gather in the mourning hall."
According to legend, "Wangxiang Terrace" is The ghosts who are about to enter the underworld look back at their hometown in the underworld.
In Dahuang's cultivation system, "Wangxiang Terrace" is also an important level, where monks will look back on the mortal world for the last time. From then on, they will gradually get rid of the fetters of the mundane and gradually enter the extraordinary realm.
After Gu Xu climbed onto the "Wangxiang Terrace", he also looked back.
He found that his vision suddenly became brighter and broader. The fog in the mountains dissipated instantly, and the dark sky suddenly became clear and clear.
In addition to the steep cliffs, rugged mountain roads, rolling waves of the River of Forgetfulness, and the blood-red sea of flowers on the other side of the nether world, various scenes in the real world also caught his eye - the entire wilderness appeared in the distance. The horizon is like a colorful canvas, and every building, every person, and every thing is particularly clear.
His eyes first fell on the location of Yishui County. After the "Nine Infants Disaster", the county seat was quickly rebuilt with the help of imperial monks, with new buildings and old houses staggered.
He saw Chen Jisheng in the exorcism department's yamen, sitting behind the familiar desk, frowning as he flipped through the documents in front of him; he saw Wang Yang, a junior official in the exorcism department, who had now been promoted to the ninth rank. He was on a mission on the outskirts of the county town. He was holding a stack of "Tai Shang Arctic Demon Suppressing and Demon Killing Talisman" left by Gu Xu in his hand. He looked more confident than in memory.
He saw the magnificent and spacious Shi family mansion - the owner no longer lived in it, and only the sycamore tree stood alone in the courtyard. He remembered that not long ago, he and Shi Xiaohan set off fireworks under the tree together, and the silly girl told him seriously that she would protect him for the rest of his life so that he could stay at home in peace and make cookies for her for the rest of his life.
He saw that the cemetery in the suburbs of Yishui was still silent. The tombstones that had been exposed to the sun and rain were carved with names that he recognized or did not recognize, such as Zheng Yu and Pan Xiaopeng. Some tombstones have tributes and white bouquets placed in front of them, while others have been forgotten by the world as time has passed.
Then his eyes moved slightly north and saw the dangerous peaks of Yishan Mountain. Perhaps it was because the altar of Kongxuan Sanren had been destroyed by him. The dark clouds on the top of the mountain had long since disappeared without a trace. The clear blue sky made the snow on the mountain white and pure.
Yan Guogong Zhao Changying told many lies, but there was one thing he told the truth - Yishan Snow Girl was indeed injured and fell into a dormant state.
She lay quietly in the empty cave on the top of the mountain, her eyes closed, her dimples were like frost, her hair was like ink, her white clothes were whiter than snow, her slender hands were folded and placed on her chest, she was so beautiful that she was delicate and holy. It is like a goddess statue carved from ice and snow, or like the Sleeping Beauty in a fairy tale, waiting for a prince to kiss her awake in her sleep.
(End of this chapter)