Chapter 976 Back Box
Spring is coming to an end, but Daxu doesn't have any spring vibes. The picture of insects singing, birds singing, and green vegetation is even more extravagant, which seems lifeless and extremely depressing. It's like falling into a bottomless abyss, and it's hard to extricate yourself.
The streets of the ancient city are dilapidated and in disrepair. The statues outside the city have been standing for thousands of years, looking into the distance.
In Changshou Lane, among the small wood carving shops, there are various lifelike wood carvings.
There are vegetation, birds and beasts, mountains and rivers, and the people He Jian has met in his life. They have different expressions, some good and some bad, and they are extremely expressive. rhyme.
He Jian sat in the backyard, fetched a bucket of water from the well with a wooden bucket, and took out a scoop. The taste was cold and sweet, which could wash away all the dust and desires in people's hearts.
He looked at the sky, his eyes were a little cloudy, and said softly: "The older a person is, the more he fears the sky, and the more he believes in fate. After spending most of his life in a trance, he still circled back to the original point. Sure enough, as the book said, the end result What is the cause, what is the result."
As soon as the voice fell, he stopped talking and just sat there in a daze for half an hour.
Suddenly he stood up straight, stretched his shoulders, and straightened his waist.
Walking quickly into the hut, he dragged out a dilapidated wooden box that had been hidden for decades from under the blackened pear wood bed. A decaying smell emanated from the wooden box. The insects had bitten the tiny holes on the top of the box, as if being pierced by countless thin needles at the same time. It seemed that with just a slight touch, the whole wooden box would be completely shattered.
He Jian looked emotional, and secretly thought in his heart that he hadn't touched Ziwu Sword, History, and Xuekui for sixty years, and waved his sleeve lightly.
The box creaked, and the lid flipped open, revealing a sword box wrapped in rags.
The sword box is dark red and looks ordinary, but there are rare famous swords in the Great Ruins, such as Ziwu, History, and Xuekui.
There were originally six swords in this box, but after the battle with An Jingyun, Venerable Miemen, he took away three swords, and now there are only three swords left in the box. But as long as one handle is taken out, it is enough to cause a bloodbath, but who would have imagined that there are so many famous swords hidden in this ordinary sword box?
On this day, the sword god who once made the world's proud talk about it changed his back again.
Outside the city, the sky is still full of yellow sand, and a wisp of solitary smoke stands alone and alone.
The figures of Ouyang Ming and He Jian walked further and further away under the lonely smoke, and gradually disappeared into the wind and sand.
The wind and sand made it difficult to open your eyes.
In the wind and sand, Ouyang Ming stroked his long sleeves and asked in a low voice, "Senior He, is it far to go back to Jianfeng from here?"
He Jian nodded slightly, and said: "Naturally, it is far away. Huijian Peak is located at the intersection of time and space. If there is no chance, it is impossible to enter. Moreover, there are various formations and restrictions outside. At the beginning, I was lucky enough to be able to walk in, but now that I think about it, I’m still a little scared.”
As he said that, he shook his shoulders, shook the sword box on his shoulder, and continued: "The ancient sword in this box was taken from Huijianfeng Mountain, and it followed me to earn the name of Nuo Da. "
But when he said this, the expression in his eyes obviously darkened. There were originally six long swords in the sword box, but now there are only three left.
Ouyang Ming's kung fu of observing words and expressions has also reached a certain level, so he can naturally take this bleakness into his eyes.
But he didn't ask too much. There is no shortage of stories in people like He Jian, and it's all about the past, but since he doesn't want to say more, what's the use of asking?
Turning his eyes, he brought the topic back to Jianfeng and asked with a smile, "What is the intersection of time and space?"
He Jian calmed down quickly, and replied: "Time and space are the most difficult abstract substances to describe, but that place can be rounded and unified without being obtrusive. How should I put it, oh, yes, it is In it, you can't feel the passage of time, and you can't feel the change of space."
"This..." Ouyang Ming gasped.
He wondered in his heart, is this really related to Xu Aoran? So what level of cultivation did he get? At this moment, even a faint fear arose in his heart.
The way of time and the way of space are too far away for him.
Just like, how could a mortal want to pick the stars in the sky?
Just when Ouyang Ming was secretly shocked, a body emitting black smoke rushed out.
There are only black eyes in his pupils, no white eyes, they are all the purest and deepest black, which seems to contain Abi Hell. His body was full of rotting flesh, tattered, and yellow water dripping along with the black mist. Moreover, behind him, a black stripe that looked like it was drawn with ink shone with a deep light, which was extremely coquettish.
He Jian flicked his finger, and the sword box vibrated!
But at this moment, an indifferent voice sounded: "Get out of the way, this is the Black Mist Corpse that ran out of the Black Mist Mountain. It is extremely poisonous, and you will die if you touch it!"
At the same time, a blood-colored arrow feather whizzed from afar, tearing open a palpitating opening in the yellow sand all over the sky, spinning continuously, all the spiritual power was concentrated on the arrow, roaring non-stop, "boom" With a sound, it was shot directly into the head of the black mist corpse, and it exploded completely, immediately splashing reddish blood.
He Jian and Ouyang Ming's expressions changed slightly, they backed up at the same time, and with a flip of their sleeves, the blood was thrown out.
Their movements were extremely fast, and they didn't let any blood stain their bodies.
The two looked at each other, and both saw wry smiles in their respective eyes.
The other party made such a reckless move to save people, and it really can't be justified if they really want to blame it.
Immediately afterwards, a middle-aged man followed slowly by a twenty-eight-year-old woman.
The middle-aged man was holding a one-foot-tall hornbow, with broad shoulders and a faint pressure between his brows. He was obviously of good status. And this young woman is wearing a long dress with a red and blue base and white as the main color. Her long hair was coiled up, and a silver hairpin was inserted, her face was full of arrogance, with a deep sneer in her eyes, her chin was raised, unwilling to speak.
His cultivation base has also reached the level of the first level of the spirit, but his breath is floating and his energy is restless. Obviously, he was forcibly improved by using elixir.
But both Ouyang Ming and He Jian had their own aura deep in their hearts, so with their cultivation bases, they naturally couldn't see through it.
The middle-aged man snorted coldly, and said: "This place is already close to the Black Mist Mountain, and it is extremely dangerous. With the cultivation bases of the two of you, it is better not to rush in. Although there are endless fortunes, it is not something ordinary people can take away. "When he said this, he didn't even look at Ouyang Ming, because in his heart, condescending to talk to this kind of ants, and reminding them that it was already a blessing that they could hardly cultivate in several lifetimes.
It's not that he has any bad intentions, he just doesn't want to talk to people whose cultivation level is lower than his.
After all, this is the spiritual world, where the strong are respected, the weak have no right to speak, and even the right to survive will be deprived.
Isn't that the case with the villages slaughtered by alien races?
Because you are weak, you will be slaughtered, your blood will be swallowed up, and you will even be captured and raised in the clan, like harvesting wheat, harvesting one wave at a time.
In the world of monks, iron and blood and ruthlessness are the main theme. They are all fighting for the good fortune of heaven and earth, for longevity, and to seek the way.
As soon as the voice fell, the man and the woman raised their chins, raised their heads slightly, and galloped away towards the distance with a haughty look on their faces.
Ouyang Ming rubbed the space between his brows, and said jokingly, "I didn't expect the Sword God to be despised."
He Jian's expression was calm and at ease, with a kind of indifferent state of not being happy with things, not sad with himself, and said with a smile: "What sword god? It's just an old man who is old and frail and half of his body has been put into a coffin. Time flies, Everything in the past was just a flash in the air, so it can’t be taken as real.” He said, he pulled up the shoulder strap two inches, and the sword box moved up two inches with his movements.
"With the sword box on your back, aren't you still the sword god?" Ouyang Ming looked at He Jian with piercing eyes.
He Jian was slightly taken aback, the countless pale light arcs in his eyes overlapped together, gathered together in vain, and smiled wryly: "I have practiced swords all my life, and carved my Dao heart with wood carvings, but I haven't seen it clearly like Brother Yu, I am really ashamed."
Ouyang Ming waved his hands again and again, exhaling the cold air in his chest and abdomen: "It's not that Senior He can't see through, but he doesn't want to see through."
As soon as the words fell, the footsteps were light and agile, and with a light lift, half of the shoes fell into the fine yellow sand, and they walked forward with a stomp.
He Jian looked at his back, feeling a little bitter in his heart, and followed him.
Deep in his heart, he also wanted to become a venerable, but his foundation had been damaged, so what could he do? But there is still a sliver of fantasy in his heart, and there are endless good fortunes within Jianfeng.
The last time I only got a residual formula outside the peak, I became a mountain in front of all Taoists. If I can enter it, can I make up its foundation; Dantian Huahu, enter that mysterious realm and have a look. That's why he took the initiative to bring Ouyang Ming to find Jianfeng, because he regarded Ouyang Ming as the heir to this powerful sword art, and he was only outside the mountain last time, following him, he was able to step into the peak.
Everyone has selfishness, even him. This is people, real people.
The two moved forward all the way, and not long after, a gust of cold and damp wind blew.
Ouyang Ming looked into the distance, and as far as his eyes could see, there was a boundless black mist. Countless storms swirled non-stop, faintly flickering black arcs.
And on the periphery of the black mist, there are actually densely packed black mist corpses, as numerous as a cow's hair, with dull eyes, no aura, and black air radiating from their bodies.
Not far from the black mist, there are ten naturally formed terraces.
Each one is thousands of feet long, and all kinds of weird and strange stripes are engraved on it, which makes people have to feel the uncanny workmanship of nature.
Thousands of people stood on each terrace, looking at the black mist with burning eyes, their eyes full of expectation, as if they were waiting for something.
"Senior He, what's the matter with those people?" Ouyang Ming withdrew his gaze, a strange look appeared in his eyes.
He Jian pondered for a while, the memory in his mind flipped like pages of a book, he froze in vain, and replied: "Brother Yu, this is Heiwu Mountain, the only way to go to that place, I had to go through a lot of troubles to get there." Passed through. Moreover, the most strange thing is that there is a huge spring in the depths of this black mist, every three months, the spring will erupt, and many spirit treasures will erupt from the ground."