Chapter 115 114. Practice (4k)
Ancient trees thousands of meters high block the sunlight, and their lush branches and leaves serve as a bed for the behemoth entrenched in the tree crown.
Ancient trees stand majestically in the middle of the lake, and the branches that extend far away are scattered with leaves, occasionally making ripples on the sea-like lake.
The spring sunshine and light were cut to pieces, and a few spots of light barely illuminated the red iron scales hidden in rows under the branches and leaves. The behemoth was sleeping in the ancient trees, its breathing accompanied by the howling wind, which combined with the passing mountain wind to blow up its pale hair, setting off waves of white wheat on the body of the pale giant tiger.
You can vaguely hear the complaints of the little ginkgo trees next to the ancient trees.
Everything seems to be back to the past.
Li Xi'an said that if there is no shortage of anything here, then there will be plenty of everything.
It took several weeks to replant the old camphor trees, and the Rakshasa was completely extinct. It throws all its evil thoughts to the red dragon in order to let the red dragon fall and take over its body. The pure Rakshasa who loses its evil thoughts will easily perish. It made a lot of calculations, but it couldn't figure out why the red dragon didn't fall when it was exposed to filth.
As for Hengxiao Jinni's personal visit later, Rakshasa didn't see it at all.
At that time, Li Xi'an's imperial domain and the impact of the battle with the idol had already wiped it out. The Rakshasa separated from the old camphor tree was useless in the eyes of the ancestors, so he did not bother to save it at all, and allowed it to be destroyed by the spiritual energy storm. tear.
It happened to be dusk about half a day after Li Xi'an erected the monument for Hengxiao Jin Ni.
Qingyan returned to Taihang with the Buddha's hand.
At that time, Myolie Chu felt as if she had seen a ghost when she saw him. Her almond-shaped eyes were wide open, looking incredible. He muttered something like "Be good". I thought the hexagram was wrong, but I didn't expect the hexagram to be correct. Then I drank hard and shouted, "Who is this monster impersonating the red dragon!" Before he could finish his words, Li Xi'an inserted him upside down into the hole dug. The real Buddha has not been seen as a magic stick for some time.
Qing Yan was licking his paws nearby, either fishing for fish and making tooth sacrifices, or picking up white foxes. Now the white fox is no longer as big as Qingyan's fingernail, but she still works hard to lick out other people's fur.
As for Li Xi'an himself?
He was tired, so he lay down on the tree canopy to rest as before, sleeping most of the time. The old camphor tree has grown to such an extent that it can finally carry Li Xi'an's body. The red dragon disappears among the lush branches and leaves. The color of the scales contrasts with the brilliance of the leaves, like a large piece of red agate dotted with several fine jadeite pieces.
"Red Dragon, even now I still don't quite understand why you didn't choose to inherit my master's source power. This is a step to the sky. Jiuxiang Zhenyi, even if the source power is not even one, it is enough for you to step into the Ninghuang in the extreme palace realm. Tao can be called the superior one.”
A sound rang out among the quiet tree crowns, a pale golden bamboo flurry. It was buzzing and vibrating at this time, conveying divine thoughts.
"I have climbed to the sky, and I know that climbing to the sky has to be done step by step, and the steps cannot be too big." Li Xi'an reluctantly raised his eyelids.
The natal weapon of Hengxiao Jin Ni is this golden Xiao.
Most of the magical seal script was broken into pieces due to the death of Hengxiao Jinni. Apart from retaining the spirit of the weapon, it can only be used for playing. Unfortunately, Li Xi'an didn't know anything about music. For me, this might be a bit more ritualistic, like playing a piece of music to see him off.
After he erected the stele and carved the words that day, he originally planned to bury the golden Xiao together. After all, the ancestor's body disappeared between heaven and earth, and the source power given to the golden Xiao was taken by Li Xi'an to trace its origin into the mountains. This natal magic weapon of the True First Realm was certainly remarkable, but he did not even use his spiritual consciousness to observe the material of this weapon, nor did he erase the remaining seal characters on the golden Xiao. He only planned to bury it simply.
Who knew that when Li Xi'an was about to bury Jin Xiao in the ground, the spirit of Jin Xiao's weapon would wake up.
It is not yet time to disappear.
This dragon, which fulfilled Hengxiao Jinni's lifelong wish, was his candidate.
Jinxiao revives, carrying its ambition with it. This was a deal, and Chijiao agreed to the deal. From then on, this golden Xiao always accompanied the dragon. It does not have magical powers, but as a weapon spirit it records Hengxiao Jinni's method.
It grants Chijiao the ancient knowledge of Kyushu, what Hengxiao Jinni sees and hears when he travels across Kyushu, and the ancestor's Dharma.
What Li Xi'an needs to do is to destroy Hengxiao Jinni's orthodoxy.
The darkness has already penetrated to the very depths during their long sleep, and this is true for all the creatures in the small world. They are terminally ill. Hengxiao Jinni has struggled for millions of years, trying to destroy the entire small world. There is no shadow in the empty wilderness without any existence. As for whether the creatures in the small world agree or not, it is not they who have the final say, it is the filthy people who have the final say.
Destroying the small world is not difficult for an ancestor of Hengxiao Jinni's level.
Too bad he didn't get the chance.
Jin Xiao exchanged the extremely precious Dharma for the red dragon to destroy the small world. Their depravity should not threaten Kyushu in the present world. Some small worlds may even wake up over the long years, tearing apart the barriers of other naturally existing small worlds and invading them, turning the entire world into hell. The ancestors were too powerful, and the sword pointed at nothing but destruction.
The only surprise at the moment is the resurgent Kyushu.
A demon emperor in the extremely palace realm ordered Hengxiao Jin Ni to bury the bones.
Perhaps the fallen ancestors of Kyushu are destined to be buried by the rising creatures of Kyushu in this world. But what Jin Xiao needs to do is to destroy his own orthodoxy. When all salvation is of no avail and all he can see is darkness, destruction is the best outcome.
Ancestors, those geniuses chosen by the Supreme have died in their sleep.
What is walking around to manifest the Holy Spirit now is nothing more than darkness covered in bodies.
So Li Xi'an agreed.
He lamented and regretted those fallen creatures, and listened to the invincible and glorious past with fascination. Of course, these did not prevent him from burning away the filth.
Is Burning a World the finale to bid farewell to Hengxiao Jin Ni?
It is very suitable for the red dragon who cannot understand the rhythm.
The red behemoth snaked its way, its thick knife-like scales shook the ancient trees, its leaves rustled down, and two suns lit up on the tree crown. Li Xi'an raised his head and breathed. With a silent roar, the breath of the mountains stretches and rain falls.
Grain Rain brings vitality.
The dead yellow leaves are swept away, and the new green buds rise.
Li Xi'an left the old camphor tree and pointed his arrow in the shape of a red dragon in the clouds. This was what he did every day during this period. Bringing clouds and rain from all directions, they nourish the vegetation and animals in every corner. The only person who can express dissatisfaction with him is Qing Yan, she doesn't like rain.
This surprised Li Xi'an. After all, Qingyan was very diligent in fishing, but he didn't say he didn't like rain at that time.
Then the dragon went about its business of spreading rain. After all, rain is also water. Qing Yan put on his tiger face and walked under the old camphor tree to take shelter from the rain, blue electric flakes shot out from the tip of his nose.
The dragon shape meanders along the clouds to a very far distance.
Every time he practices, he goes to one of the eight peaks in the Taihang Mountains, where he practices his claws in response to the mountains and ground. This is not a supernatural power, it is truly an extra part of his body.
Taihang Baxing.
This claw is called Taihang Baxing, and Li Xi'an indeed felt that there should be eight claws in his body.
The Taihang Mountains now stretch for thousands of miles, with hundreds of interconnected ridges, thousands of peaks towering, and thousands of deep ravines. Countless rivers cut through the Taihang Mountains, creating eight throat passages leading to the Taihang Mountains.
Before the rise of Taihang, this Eighth Gate was here, and it has continued from ancient times to the present. You can sit and watch the changes of dynasties outside the mountain. "Shu Zheng Ji" records: The Taihang Mountains begin in Hanoi, and from the north of Hanoi to Youzhou, there are eight passes: the first is called Zhi Guanxing, which now belongs to Jiyuan County, Henan Prefecture, eleven miles west of the county; the second Taihang Xing, the third Baixing, these two are now in Hanoi; the fourth Fukou Xing, facing Yexi; the fifth Jingxing; the sixth Feihu Xing, Wangduguan; the seventh Puyin Xing, these three are in Zhongshan ; The Eighth Army is in Duxing, in Youzhou. Taihangxing is three paces wide and forty miles long.
The red dragon is entrenched on a steep cliff, with its ferocious long tail hanging down like a red waterfall hanging from the cliff.
His breathing gradually eased and he became one with this place.
Taihang Baxing, his claws. At the same time, he was improving the method of creating jade hands and using it as a blueprint to create methods. Now it may not be more powerful than Yuchai Shunde's method, but it must be more suitable for him. In the future, the power of the seal displayed by Yitaixing Baxing should not be weaker than the jade hand of creation that borrows other people's methods.
What belongs to others is ultimately theirs.
The red copper bone surface hangs on the edge of the cliff, overlooking the clouds halfway up the cliff. Suddenly, he heard the chirping of birds. A blue-feathered bird flapped its wings and landed on the corner of the dragon's mahogany branch. It stopped firmly and made a sound. Disdain and pride can be seen in the bird's eyes. Probably because he disliked Li Xi'an after not seeing him for two years, and perhaps because he was proud that he would never leave this strange redwood that moved around inexplicably and grew and grew smaller.
The red dragon could understand what the bird meant, smiled, and then continued to refine the porridge.
"The mountain god is really interesting." Jin Xiao on the side said his thoughts.
"All the spirits in the mountain fear you and love you. I haven't seen my master like this for a long time. The more they pursue the road, the farther away they are from all things in the world. Since he stepped into the true realm, he has revealed There are fewer and fewer emotions. They are always stable, like an eternal stone statue. But I know that ancestors have their own thoughts. They are never stone statues, they are human beings, and they should have their own happiness."
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"He plays a tune when he is lonely."
"The name Hengxiao Jin Ni is his pride and his shackles."
"Why?" Chijiao asked, "They are so powerful, it is easy to have their own joy, right? As for shackles, what in the world at that time could stop their steps and become their shackles?"
"Because Kyushu is their shackles."
"Nine states will fall. They are the fire. This is something that every unshakable person knows. They have unparalleled strength in the same realm but do not even have the power to fight for this world."
"As the Fire of Kyushu, they have been sleeping so far. If they are found by the shadows and have a chance to wake up..." Jin Xiao pondered.
"You will see the collapse of a world, which must be a very brilliant scene."
Chijiao thought of something.
When a world collapsed, his first reaction was the fireworks. The moment was gorgeous, and the scene at this moment was incomparable.
"Do you know the name of an ancestor? He is also an unshakable one."
"Yuchai Shunde has already talked about it." Jin Xiao's tone was much lower when he mentioned Yuchai Shunde. Yuchai Shunde is strictly speaking the predecessor of Hengxiao Jinni. When Hengxiao Jinni was still a young boy, this incomparable woman had already entered the True Realm. Several other companions of Hengxiao Jin Ni were more or less favored by this ancestor.
This is an extremely powerful ancestor, powerful enough to shake the Saint.
There is a line in the ballads of Kyushu in the past: "White jade hands, like ice or iron, forming a seal, giving life or death." If the ancestors of this level also fall, Jin Xiao thought, no one can escape the shadow.
"It's not her, it's the bamboo basket collecting souls."
"Collecting souls in a bamboo basket?" Jin Xiao was shocked.
Bamboo basket collecting souls, one of Hengxiao Jin Ni's companions. Although he knew that no sleeping ancestor would be spared by the shadow, Jin Xiao couldn't help but sigh when he heard the familiar name.
"This world has only been revived for two years, and you actually encountered three unshakable people one after another?"
Li Xi'an didn't respond. He used the Heaven-Containing Cauldron and ran around alive, manifesting into a bloody figure.
"This is his spirit. The part I cut off from his avatar has lost its memory."
"It's rare to let me out for once, but to recognize my relatives again?" The bloody figure shrugged.
"It's indeed him." Jin Xiao said solemnly.
"But the breath is too weak, too weak to believe."
The bloody figure stared at the golden bamboo Xiao hanging in the air, showing a thoughtful expression for the first time.
"I know you."
For a moment, three eyes fell on the bloody figure. In addition to Li Xi'an and Jin Xiao, there was also a green-feathered bird standing on the corner of the mahogany branch, tilting its head.
"I just know you. I must know you, you can even be said to be very familiar. But I don't know anything else. It's a miracle. Could it be that this flute is also something engraved in my instinct?" The bloody figure wondered.
"The bamboo basket soul collection I encountered under the altar of the imperial capital when the world was not fully recovered."
"He is not in the small world, he is suppressed under an altar."
Silence, everlasting silence.
"The ancestors came, and the blood smoke outside the sky fell to the ground and suddenly dispersed, flying in the air with the sound of rain." Li Xi'an read the words he read in the ancient books.
He once thought that this was an image created by the ancestor who tore apart the barriers of the world and came to this world.
But maybe...
"Did he succeed?" Jin Xiao asked in a trembling voice.
The arrival of this ancestor was accompanied by brilliant fireworks that destroyed the world.
"I don't know."
"If he succeeds, he shouldn't be like that. In short, I need to go to the imperial capital before entering the small world."
Before that, he used this rare peace to pave the way for his qualifications to meet Shinichi.
The wind roared, the red dragon shape was winding, the iron scales were clasped together, and the sound of gold and iron echoed in the deep valley, endlessly.
Another claw dropped.
Li Xi'an felt the unfamiliar arms and claws. It was really strange to say that part of his body was not growing on his body, but stretched out from the void.
He gathered the two voids with dragon claws on both sides of the front half of his huge body.
Seen from a distance, it seems as if the dragon has really grown two arms.
The light of dawn bloomed, and his right arm grasped the hilt of the golden sword.
The dragon shape roams wildly, and he slashes with his sword, like an ancient totem mural, like a demon or a god, primitive and terrifying.
By the time the torn clouds closed, the red dragon had already gone away.
This is a spiritual path.
And his practice is far from over.
(End of chapter)