Chapter 373 135. Departure
In the far north ice field, heavy snow is falling.
The long brown mountains are the folds of this land, and the snow line is dotted with pure white crowns.
Quiet, melodious, and cold.
This place can almost be called a deserted land, because no ordinary people want to live here, and even the bad weather here makes rising creatures unwilling to come. Under the wind and snow, there are turbulent air currents that break up the falling snowflakes, the wind howls, and faint flashes of thunder and lightning can be seen in the sky, like long snakes entangled in the depths of the sea of clouds, spitting out letters waiting for the moment to stab the earth.
Two figures changed the long ridge.
They arrived, fighting and colliding, leaving traces of spiritual energy that trampled the mountain ridges and caused tons of thick snow to fall.
"Bang——!" Suddenly, one of them used the back of his knife to hit the opponent violently, flying several miles away and crashing into a mountain wall.
The figure sheathes the knife.
The wind and snow continued to fall, covering her eyelashes in snow-white color.
"Ahem..." The young man crawled out from the sunken mountain wall, blood bleeding from the corner of his mouth.
It was obvious that he had gone through a fierce battle, and the black costume he was wearing was in tatters, with large areas of blood and scars exposed in the damaged areas. But there was no sign of decline on his face, but there was an extremely powerful fighting spirit rising. The fighting spirit turned into pure fire, melting the thick snow around him.
Ahead, footsteps gradually sounded.
The figure holding the knife walked out, his boots crushing the wind and snow. She is a white-haired woman with droopy eyes, and her white hair is casually scattered on her collar without caring. She was holding a broad sword made of stone, and her black cloak slightly curved in the wind and snow, allowing the young man to see clearly the black arm armor hidden under the cloak. Compared to a young man who looks like a warrior, the woman is more like a superior. She looks down at everything carelessly, as if nothing in the world can interest her in the slightest.
"You are too impatient." The woman said slowly.
She didn't even raise her eyelids to look at the boy.
"Now that your body has not grown up, if you want to challenge the Cang Ming Sword, there will only be one end, and that is to be cut open, your hand will be hit, and your hand will be gone, and your foot will be kicked, and your foot will be gone. The spirit is not omnipotent, at least. There is no reason for things to be cut off by the Cang Ming Sword to be healed again.”
"Get Taught!"
The young man stood up and held his hands to the woman in a very respectful manner.
Cangming sword, green thunder, black armor and white hair, the sky is full of ghosts. This is the world's understanding of the current ruler of the snowfield, and the person standing in front of him is the emperor of the icefield, Qingyan. Few living beings can witness her figure in the snowfield. Legend has it that this emperor is about to touch the ancestors. The purpose of disappearing into the snowfield is to find the Dharma for yourself.
But in fact, the emperor was just teaching him how to practice.
The woman waved her hands respectfully and nonchalantly to the young man. Her movements were very slow and her expression was lazy. If she hadn't been holding the knife, it would have been difficult to connect her with the extremely ferocious Ice Emperor. The two didn't look alike. The woman was restrained and lazy. Soon her cloak hung down, covering her figure, and the broad sword disappeared from the young man's sight.
She turned around.
The young man quickly understood and followed.
Follow him exactly one body distance behind him.
"How many years have you been following me?"
The young man paused and said, "Your Excellency, it has been seventy-nine years. When this storm passes, it will be eighty years."
"You said you wanted to learn sword skills from me. I never asked you why. I'm not interested in your ideas. But I found that you are actually not suitable for learning sword skills."
"It's been almost eighty years, and you haven't made any progress. For a creature like you, it's a waste of time and meaningless."
This was a rare moment when Qing Yan raised his eyes and stared at the boy. There seemed to be a ferocious beast hidden in those pair of blue eyes, as if the next moment they looked at each other, they would appear and tear apart the chest of the person looking at him.
But the young man was not afraid. His expression was still respectful and he said: "Your Excellency, I will leave in a hundred years, regardless of whether I grow up or not."
"It's really... completely different." Qing Yan said calmly.
"I have heard this sentence many times in the Qinling Mountains. His Excellency Da Zhiyi often talks about this with me."
Qing Yan withdrew his gaze.
The young man stopped talking.
This young man wandered around the world for one hundred and eighty years. He appeared in the Taihang Mountains, in the moonlit river, accompanied by fish and dragons. That river... One hundred and eighty years ago, one of the five elements artifacts left by Chilong Nanzhu, Jian Yuechuan, was found by Qing Yan in this river, but he himself was not from the fish and dragon group. One, he comes from the Yellow River. Qingyan knew the young man's true identity, or in other words, all the kings in Chengmian would know his identity the first time they saw the young man.
His breath is so unique, unique and familiar.
They are like old friends, but their personalities are really far apart.
The Yellow River carries the crown.
One... was born in ten categories.
Scales, true dragons.
Just like Nanzhu did not take the crown from the Yellow River, he left enough time for the Yellow River to give birth to the creatures it desired. Finally, at the moment when Nan Zhu left Kyushu and fell into the Dragon Abyss, the creature Nan Zhu had longed for was born in the Yellow River, his kind, a true dragon.
But he was not an adult and wandered around the world.
Initially, he went to the Qinling Mountains, perhaps because the Yellow River had engraved the shadow of Nanzhu in the past, and he wanted to learn swordsmanship. A person born in the ten categories, even if Chengmian saw it, there was a hint of awe in their eyes. There is no other reason, because the candle that once enveloped Kyushu was too bright, and when Nanzhu dominated the world, he could not even be called a real scaly dragon.
This can't help but make people think about how terrifying and incomparable the real talent of the ten types of innate talent must be.
But what no one expected was that this scaly true dragon had stayed in the Qinling Mountains for a hundred years, and his sword skills had not improved. His sword skills were still at the level of ordinary Yang Shen sword cultivators. With sword skills alone, he could not take over. Xia Qinling's sword is the sword of the Immortal. Qing Yan knew something about that time, and it was Da Zhiyi who took care of him when he was not practicing.
Da Zhiyi will rarely take out his treasured bamboo shoots to share with this dragon, and by the way, he will tell some stories about the red dragon.
He said it was a pity that he didn't take out his most precious bamboo and bring it to Chilong before he fell into the dragon abyss, so that he might still have something to eat when he was hungry. There is nothing under this dragon abyss, it is so dark, how nice it is that his bamboo can be used as a light.
At this time, the young man would reply that dragons don’t eat bamboo shoots, so it would be useless no matter how much they were given to them, but maybe they could be used as light.
When the two of them talked, the most common thing they said was, "You're not like him."
He is too majestic and powerful, no one can see through him, and no one knows what he is thinking. Compared to him, the boy's clumsy posture while learning to sword looked more like an ordinary person.
Because in the eyes of everyone who knows him, that guy is always as calm as a father and brother, holding the road ahead, holding your hand and leading you. If there are thorns on the road, he will cut them away. At this time, he is gentle. But if you fall down and you desperately hope that he will pick you up, you will only look up to meet a pair of cold golden eyes. He will let you get up on your own and give you time and opportunity.
If you can't get up, he leaves without looking back.
But it doesn't matter now.
He is already dead, and there is no point in thinking about it.
Thinking of this, Qing Yan tilted his head.
Beside her, the young man's expression was still respectful. But the wounds on his body have almost healed, and there are even traces of scales in some places.
"Yes, you are not like him." Qing Yan said.
"You don't need to be like him, right? You are a proud dragon like him, a member of the Tenth Category, and you will have your own way. Even if everyone respects him, worships him, and regards him as a god, he actually You are a bastard, and sometimes you are not even willing to tell the truth. Maybe because you are the same kind, the creatures who know your true identity will subconsciously compare you. In fact, they have no ill intentions, they just have a little hatred for such a powerful and sacred guy. It’s a pity.”
"What a pity?" The young man seemed to have some confusion on his face.
"Yes, shouldn't it be a pity? I think he is the most suitable creature in the world to teach you. After he leaves, it will be up to us creatures who have learned a little bit from him to teach you some superficial knowledge."
"I will give you a hundred years, and you can leave when the time is up." "Thank you, Your Majesty." The young man bowed quickly and saluted.
"When a hundred years have passed, where will your next stop be? Can I ask?"
"It's the Hundred Thousand Mountains, the residence of His Excellency the Holy King." The young man answered respectfully.
"He will like you." Qing Yan smiled.
She rarely smiled, but her smile was extremely beautiful. This was a rare sight in the ice fields, wind and snow. The young man seemed to be infected, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.
But suddenly, thunder pierced the sea of clouds, and a huge spiritual energy spread out with Qingyan as the center, and an illusory statue even appeared in the sky above them.
The sky is full of wind and snow, and the black cloak is flying.
Qing Yan suddenly stood still and grasped the brass handle of the Cang Ming Knife.
She looked up and frowned.
Staring at the distant southern sky.
The young man filled the air, but he didn't make any movement. He had never felt such a solemn and terrifying aura from this noble emperor. She was holding the handle of the knife, so powerful that it seemed that she could cut the sky in the next moment.
After a long time, the knife was still not out of its sheath.
Qing Yan's hand on the handle of the knife loosened.
But her eyes were still fixed on the southern sky.
The young man knew the direction in which the emperor was looking, which was the source of the disaster one hundred and eighty years ago, the vast sea and the dragon abyss.
After a long time, until Qing Yan looked away, the young man asked, "What happened?"
"No, it's just an illusion." In the wind and snow, the boy got this answer.
…………
Taihang, the tree that lasts forever.
On the ginkgo branch, the girl who was dozing with her head shaking suddenly woke up.
She looked towards the south, her almond-shaped eyes widening.
…………
Hundred Thousand Mountains, Libu, Ancient Road in the Void.
The dark-skinned man who lived on the top of Chenxing Mountain slowly raised his head.
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At the same moment, the Chengmian people in the Qinling Mountains, the Snowy Plateau, Changbai, and the Bliss Tree, who no one knew were in these sacred places, woke up, stood up, and noticed something strange.
Even Da Zhiyi, who was sitting in the deep lake and gnawing at the long green bamboo, stopped his mouth and stared blankly at the south, in the direction of the boundless sea.
…………
The center where Chengmian's eyes met, at the bottom of the dragon's abyss, was a glowing light in the darkness.
Li Xi'an stood in front of the bright star.
One step further, you will enter the ancient road and leave Kyushu.
His image at this moment was very different from the original one. The longevity suit was shrouded in black gauze dotting the starry sky, making his entire figure swaying and unreal. At the same time, his breath was also blocked, and only a pair of burning golden candles looked at the world through the gauze. Li Xi'an stood here now, like a ghost who had wandered around the world for thousands of years from ancient times.
In him, Xingsha does not have Xingxuan.
The embellishment of the starry sky is the manifestation of the power of rainbow stars. He cannot reproduce these colors, so there is only complete darkness, as if he has become part of the dark universe.
"Xingsha, are you satisfied with the reward?" Samsara put her hands in her hands. She looked at Li Xi'an at this moment and seemed to find it very interesting.
But inexplicably, the image of the completely dull Xingsha reminded her of Riyue Xuanyi, the eunuch Tiansi of the Imperial Ancestral Temple.
This one is not similar, because one is lightless and dim, but the other has brilliant patterns of the sun, moon and stars, and the luxurious one seems to be a reflection of the sea of stars in the universe. But she has already stopped at her level of life, which is enough to trigger the connection of the entire history. She cannot see them all clearly, but it is enough to sense them. There are similarities between the two.
Is it some kind of surprise?
Samsara looked at Li Xi'an.
She couldn't look back into the past of the Hidden Era. At the point where the Hidden Era and Kyushu fell, something blocked this period of time. This forced her to go back and see herself and the mortal named Li Xi'an. At that moment, they were all godless souls wandering in the steel forest, not knowing their direction or their ideals. So she actually couldn't see the immortals that Chilong once told her, but when she looked into the future, the future of Kyushu was foggy again.
There is an older era, have you ever arrived?
Thinking about it.
She had to think this way.
Li Xi'an was looking at himself.
This robe strengthened his perception of the movement of the stars, the river map, and the star veil. This allowed him to close his eyes and capture the star trails surrounding the Nine Provinces. It seemed that he could reach there with just a thought.
Just a little uncomfortable.
His face was also covered, but in exchange for a powerful and violent spiritual perspective, he didn't need eyes, the stars in the sky could serve as his eyes.
"Rainbow Star Color." Samsara said.
"He once stayed in you, so I intercepted part of His power. Under this robe, you are able to control part of His authority." She paused, "No one can detect your true face."< br>
"What if the true body is manifested?"
"The same can be said. The star veil is not just the appearance that the world sees. It can spread to cover the sky, so as to feel the probing eyes of the outside world."
"A thousand years later, when the sublimation of Kyushu is completely over, I will open this door again. If you miss it, it will be difficult to return, so you must remember that moment." Samsara warned again.
"I'll pay attention." Li Xi'an nodded.
Under the veil of stars, his voice became muffled, as if there was a surge of people responding on his behalf.
The bottom of Longyuan was silent.
The floating shimmer dissipated.
Li Xi'an stepped into the star.
The star yarn danced wildly at this moment. He looked back in the expanding and surging sea of stars. The golden candlelight swinging in his eyes could not be blocked by anything. This gaze stared at reincarnation with a burning gaze, and it seemed as if he was staring at the world.
The Kyushu volume is over.
The next volume is "Star Sea".
(End of chapter)