Chapter 63 62. The true spirit of seal cutting myths (please order first!)
Li Xi'an lowered his eyes.
Golden lotus flowers slowly rotated in the eyes.
Xuan Yi encouraged him to carve the true spirit of the mythical creature Great Eagle.
With his cross-sitting position and the Heaven-Containing Cauldron as the center, two large non-concentric circles rippled out. The Yao Pond rippled lightly, like the sheen of flowing iron water covering the surface of the pond.
The woman's eyes reflected the figure's coexistence of man and dragon.
Sacred and solemn, as if they were a life older than them.
The blue bird stood not far away, staring blankly at the phantom of the woman appearing on the bronze cauldron. Green clothes with red lines, black hair and red eyes. This is her closest relative, her eldest sister.
It was difficult for her to understand what happened to the red dragon in her dream in Yaochi. The red dragon released her from the bronze cauldron. Before she could ask any questions, she saw an illusory flame that was both familiar and unfamiliar. The familiarity lies in the fact that this green fire is their original life fire, and she is naturally familiar with it. The strangeness lies in the fact that she has never witnessed this flame outside her body, not to mention that the life fire is so weak, like a candle, and is almost extinguished.
Then the creature straightened the bronze cauldron, used his finger as a front, and began to carve words one stroke at a time.
The seal carving must be genuine.
The process was extremely difficult, and the deer in the Tianding Cauldron even jumped out to help, but every stroke still seemed to be suppressing the weight of the mountains and seas. Blue Bird could clearly see the veins popping up on Li Xi'an's arms. She knew that this creature's body was extremely terrifying and could shake mountains, but it was difficult to carve out the seal of the mythical creature True Spirit.
"Tick tock..."
With a crisp click sound, bright red blood dripped.
Li Xi'an was stunned, silently looking at his broken index finger. The knuckles were forcibly broken due to the pressure of force, revealing the ferocious crystal stubble.
Before the blue bird and the big eagle could make a sound, the dark green seal script fell down the next moment, and the wounds healed in a breath, and the scars were no longer visible.
"Do you want to continue?" the female shadow asked softly.
"There is no need for you to do this for a stranger. In fact, whether I die or not will not have much impact on you. If you care about my little sister's opinion, it is even more unnecessary. She will not do it for you. This is your fault.”
"This is not a difficult problem for me." Li Xi'an replied.
Close your eyes.
Ignore Da Ju's advice.
Chant ancient scriptures in a low voice.
He saved this mythical creature not because of the blue bird, but purely for personal reasons.
The great eagle is the last living being in the world who remembers the time when he traveled across Kyushu, and it is the basis for his true existence during that time. That was not Huang Liang Yimeng, he really saved her and killed all the filth in Kunlun. Ma Yao knew a man named Li Xi'an, and they had been together for decades.
None of this is a false dream.
The golden eyes fell on the bronze cauldron. It was still too reluctant to use a finger as a front for a true spirit of this level.
It would be much easier for him if he had a sharper weapon...
Faint sword? I'm afraid it won't work, the Dusk Sword is not known for its sharpness, not to mention that this sword symbolizes dusk, the end of life, and is responsible for killing. He needs pure sharpness, pure to the extreme sharpness.
Xijian is enough.
Li Xi'an understood.
The deer tugged at the corner of his clothes and pointed to the side with his little hoof, where a white jade stone tablet stood safely.
When Li Xi'an looked over, he felt a close connection.
This stone tablet is rejoicing.
He pondered and looked to the east. The sky in the Kunlun Secret Realm was clear and untainted, and there was always peace.
"Give me some time."
.........The stars are dim and the sky is white.
Under the dim light of the sky, Tibetans were packing their belongings. Kunlun was completely revived, and the mountains thousands of miles away stood tall. Kunlun now belongs to those rising creatures and is no longer their home, so they will naturally leave.
The last news from the outside world was to evacuate residents near the Kunlun Mountains.
Then there was no sound from the radio and there was dead silence.
The man once witnessed a meteor dragging firelight towards the ground one night. The children of the tribe made wishes to the "shooting star", but he did not stop it. Even though he knew that the fire that night was not a meteor, but a satellite falling to the ground, announcing the fall of human technological civilization.
The old times have passed.
Men know.
But he didn't know whether the world was about to usher in a new era or an older era.
After all...the batch of creatures born in response to the new era are like the existences praised or cursed in ancient ballads. They are reappearances of myths, and reappearances of myths are anything but new.
The man's vision was dazed for a moment.
The human figure with branch-like horns and a long tail trailing behind him appeared in his eyes again.
The golden eyes are so bright and dazzling in the memories.
He vaguely felt that the complete recovery of the world was inseparable from the great demon in the posture of a young man. The timing of his arrival was so clever that the day after he said goodbye to them, there was blood rising deep in Kunlun, and the figures of demons conquered each other, carrying great power to shake the mountains.
Then there was a golden thread hanging down from the illusory mountains in the sky.
It happened too fast, too suddenly.
The same goes for Kunlun Mountain’s radical resurgence.
Fortunately, the old people in the clan can clearly see the direction of their clan's future. The old people said that they should go east, where there will be new rivers and land. So people set off, and most of their faces showed no emotion of sadness or loss. They left the demonic mountains and headed for a new home. The old people had never missed the road pointed out by them, so they were full of expectations and joy.
The man drank the last cup of highland barley wine in front of him. Only the cup next to him still contained the fine wine he had brewed.
Maybe as the big demon said, Dorje will never come back.
His hand trembled slightly, trying to pick up the wine glass next to him.
By drinking this glass of wine, he will bury his feelings for his brothers. From now on, he will no longer care about him. He will only serve as the leader of the tribe so that the tribe can have a stable place in this new era.
But the moment it touched the wine glass, the man's hand retracted as if he was electrocuted.
He heard a commotion outside the tent. It was very noisy. Many sounds broke out at this moment, which made the highly concentrated man suddenly feel an electric shock when he touched something.
What's going on? The critical period of relocating ethnic groups cannot be messed up.
The man opened the curtain, and the majestic laughter and the cold air outside the tent suddenly enveloped him.
His vision seemed blurred.
The young man covered in animal skins held a spear and laughed. The crowd crowded around him, and their eyes seemed to be filled with light as they looked at the young man.
The man quietly wiped his eyes and then opened them as wide as possible to make sure he saw correctly.
"How... how much?" His voice was very soft, as if he was afraid of disturbing the sweet dream at this moment.
But the young man noticed the man, and the inaudible call to him was now easily caught in the bustle of the crowd.
His hair was messy and his animal skin was rough and simple, but his eyes were as bright as the sun. They were a completely different color from the big demon in the man's memory. They didn't have the ancient and strict sense of oppression and were peaceful. , one look at it and you feel a warm current flowing through your heart.
"Long time no see, Ajia." He thrust his spear into the grass and opened his arms.
(End of chapter)