"Swallow..."
Tang Zhao subconsciously looked at the girl with horror.
It's not that he doesn't understand the meaning, but he understands it very well.
From the moment he embarked on the path of a swordsman, he has always known where the greatest danger lies. It's not about fighting, being injured or bleeding, or even about the devil's misfortune, or fighting the enemy on the front line, it's about the sword's heart.
The heart of the sword is the basis for the progress of the swordsman, the ladder for climbing the realm, and the nightmare that haunts the swordsman throughout his life.
Because it is always a risk and can never be taken lightly.
Once it involves the heart, it becomes a more mysterious category. To this day, how to maintain, how to improve, and how to sharpen the sword's heart is still in a metaphysical stage, and many people are in a state of confusion when they become swordsmen. But all beginner swordsmen know what the consequences will be if there is a mistake in the sword's heart.
If the sword's heart is unstable, it cannot cooperate with the sword tacitly, and it cannot display its strength. Being sniped on the battlefield is a trivial matter. If the sword heart is too strong and suppresses the sword intention, there will be a bottleneck in practice and it will be difficult to make progress. In the end, the sword can only be withdrawn, which is not a big deal. The collapse of the sword's heart is in the traditional sense, it means going crazy, which can range from serious injuries to death, not to mention going crazy.
There is something that Tang Zhao was the first to know: the heart of the sword and the intention of the sword go hand in hand, but the two run in opposite directions, cannot be bridged and eventually perish together, and Quan Jian will be born.
There is also a situation where the heart of the sword is obviously weaker than the will of the sword, and if you are greedy for the speed of practice and blindly succumb to the will of the sword, then the consequences will be the most unimaginable - the swordsman will be swallowed up by the will of the sword.
This consequence is the most terrifying. Chi Qianli told Tang Zhao when he was communicating with new swordsmen: "When a swordsman gets along with a sword, it is better for the guest to offend the master than for the master to offend the guest."
It is the lesser of two evils. It is better to suppress the sword intention and make progress slower or even stop, rather than allow yourself to be driven by the sword intention and gradually be infected and become the sword's puppet. And the tragedy of being swallowed by the sword in the end must be avoided at all costs.
Chi Qianli reminded him that in the unlikely event that he really got to that point, it would be better to cut off his own heart and die cleanly than to be swallowed up by a sword.
Other swordsmen probably made the same choice, preferring death to surrender. Tang Zhao has seen Quan Jian, and he has also seen the Jubao Sword whose heart collapsed. He has never seen or heard of anyone being swallowed by the heart of the sword.
Oh, no, he seems to have actually seen one.
The white-haired Mr. Xing was eventually swallowed up by his sealed sword intention, and turned into a "human-faced fish" that was neither human nor ghost. He almost lost his mind, but he still didn't forget to harm people, and he also Thinking of making Tang Zhao a "sword slave". This may be the so-called "life is worse than death" state.
In comparison, Ah Qin is in better condition, at least he looks like a human being.
But it just looks good. Tang Zhao couldn't know how much of her seemingly complete girlish figure was human and how much was sword?
If it was a sword, what should she call it?
By the way, Mr. Xing was swallowed up by his Pure Yang Sword voluntarily, and Ah Qin was also voluntary. After all, swordsmen are all arrogant. If it were not voluntary, they would rather go to a dead end than die in such a miserable death. With.
This is like falling into a trap and becoming a shadow, never to be reincarnated again.
He said as carefully as possible: "So you...are now between a sword elephant and a human?"
Ah Qin said decisively: "I think I am a human being. Because I use prepared sword skills. And my sword intention is different, which can keep my heart and soul intact."
She didn't mention her specific sword intention. After all, it was a swordsman's secret, and she would definitely not tell friends of friends casually. Naturally, Tang Zhao would not ask deeply. Even if he touched Ah Qin, he should be able to know the secret of her sword, but he would not be as abrupt as now.
"Before, when I didn't devote myself to swordsmanship, I developed the swordsmanship of me and Sword Elephant swapping each other just for fun. It was also my only swordsmanship. It took three years to develop, and it should be perfect. At that time, I relied on that swordsmanship to control All my mind and soul have turned into the sword elephant, and my body is about to be swallowed up by the shadows. I can only destroy myself..."
Another self-destruction. Tang Zhao sighed: He is worthy of being a swordsman, and his determination is not inferior to Feng Zhilie's.
Ah Qin continued: "I became a reflection, so I could hide in the mirror. The mirror was made by His Highness, and those shadows couldn't be swallowed. I just escaped the first wave of swallowing. Later, after three After a month or so, the shadows calmed down, and there were no longer many black monsters and monsters that gnawed at anything they saw before. They sank like a pot of sauce. Then I refracted each other through the mirrors, and projected from one mirror to the other. In another mirror.”
"If there is a mirror, there will be a reflection, and if there is a reflection, there will be me. So I can travel through the mirror. This floor is full of mirrors and glass, so I have no restrictions on coming and going. If I just want to go somewhere else, I have no choice but to go upstairs and downstairs. I couldn't even go upstairs, let alone get out. I was trapped on this floor for several months, but luckily I found a light behind the mirror..."
She pointed to a palace lantern with a strange shape that looked like a revolving lantern on the table. This lamp is more than three feet high, with gorgeous decoration and exquisite shape, which immediately dwarfs Tang Zhao's mass-produced cloud silk lamps.
If that palace lantern is worth a thousand gold, Tang Zhao's is worth fifty at most.
"This is probably a lamp left by some aunt? This lamp is very good. Its light can penetrate the shadows and illuminate a clean place. It allows me to come out and take a rest without hiding in the mirror. Otherwise, I won't be able to wait until Now I can only hide in the mirror, and I can’t say hello to Aunt Ling.”
Tang Zhao picked up the lamp and took a look inside. Sure enough, it was a talisman lamp, but the talisman was not in the wick. Instead, on the lampshade, the wick was ordinary lamp oil, and most of it had been burned.
Tang Zhao stared at the talisman for a long time, filled with doubts:
Those talismans are really ordinary talismans that are usually only used on lampshades. They are windproof, light-transmitting, and colorful. Most of them are for decoration. There are no talisman related to sunlight and flames. How can it expel darkness?
You must know that ordinary lights can only be eaten in Wangliang?
At this time, the white fox suddenly said: "This is not a lamp woven by our cloud silk."
Tang Zhao and Ah Qin said at the same time: "Really?"
Tang Zhao was not familiar with Yunsi, he only thought that this thing was extremely magical, and he had already forgotten that except for the living things in this fairy city, all the living things were made of Yunsi. Although Ah Qin lived in Fairy City, he was young and had little experience. Later he lost his sense of touch and did not notice the difference in this lamp. After all, Ling Baoyu was a fellow from Bai Yujing. He had knitted countless cloud silks with his own hands, and he immediately saw something was wrong.
She said with certainty: "This is not our lamp, it is an outside lamp. It's strange, why does Bai Yujing have something from outside? Is it something belonging to someone named Xu? Does he have such a luxurious lamp?"
Tang Zhao shook his head. He didn't think it was Xu Congsheng's lamp. This lamp was big and gorgeous. It was very valuable at first glance. It was also a magic weapon. Xu Congsheng was a mortal who didn't even know martial arts. How could he have magic? device?
Ah Qin didn't think much about it, and just said easily: "No matter who brought it, it is very useful. I am really lucky to get this lamp. I held this lamp and went to the place below first. The first floor is between the waning mountains and under the glazed windows. Many of our lamps are stored there."
Each floor of Qianqiu Building has a different theme and landscape, and the light theme is naturally the theme.
"I originally thought that one light could illuminate one floor. After waiting so long for each floor to shine, wouldn't it mean that Qianqiu Tower would no longer be afraid of the dark? I went downstairs, but it turned out that although there were many lights downstairs, none of them could be lit. Get up. Every time I light a lamp, the light shines for a moment and is immediately sucked away. I light it for a long time, but none of it can light up."
This is the truth. Even a cloud silk lamp cannot be lit without the blessing of sunlight in the land of Wangliang.
"I have been troubled for a long time. Fortunately, I have time, so I started to study slowly. Later I found that there was a layer of gold powder in this palace lantern, which was very strange. I scraped some of the gold powder and put it in other lanterns. Sure enough, it lit up I am no longer afraid of the dark. Unfortunately, there is too little gold powder, so I can only put dozens of lamps. I try to put one lamp on each floor to drive away the darkness. By persisting in this way, most of Qianqiu Tower is not harmed by shadows."
The more Tang Zhao listened, the more curious he became. He couldn't help but look at the inner wall of the lamp carefully.
When you look carefully, you can see that there are indeed dots of gold powder, but the powder is too fine and thin to be easily seen clearly. He used Gang Qi to turn into a small spoon and scraped off a bit.
Ah Qin said anxiously: "Don't scratch it. There is only so much left in this cup. It cannot be less. If it is any thinner, it will be useless. It took me a long time to find this amount."
Tang Zhao smiled and said, "I'll wipe it back later."
After twisting the thin gold powder in his hand, Tang Zhao's heart moved and he thought to himself:
Have you seen this somewhere?
where is it?
At this time, Ling Baoyu asked: "Since you light the lamp to drive away the darkness, why didn't you light the lamp just now?"
Ah Qin said: "How much does it cost to light candles every day? Although there are many lamps, there is little oil. The inventory here is to use little and little, so you have to use them sparingly. Just light them once every three months. Light them on each floor. At one time, the shadow couldn't come in for three months."
Bai Hu and Tang Zhao said in unison: "How is that possible?!"
Tang Zhao is especially incredible.
His own sunlight had a miraculous effect on Wang Liang. The medicine could cure the disease within the light range, but as soon as the light went out, the shadow naturally rolled back, and there was no cooling time.
This is not surprising, the relationship between light and shadow is like this. There are no shadows where there is light, and there are shadows where there is no light. This is the case in nature, and Tang Zhao's sunshine is not weak at all.
How is it possible to take care of him for several months at a time? Is this reasonable?
Ah Qin said naturally: "Didn't you feel warm when you came in? I can feel that when the room is warm, the reflections will be fluffy. As long as this warmth does not dissipate, the shadows will stop outside the building. I go on inspection every three months, light the lights on the floors, and then turn them off one by one. When the lights are on, the Qianqiu Building will light up, which is very beautiful. It’s just like the Lantern Festival lanterns we had back then.”
Ling Baoyu heard this in disbelief, but he had to believe it. He couldn't help but look at Tang Zhao again, as if his eyes were saying: Look at that person's lamp! Are your lamps pirated?
Tang Zhao didn't look at her eyes carefully, he was just immersed in his own thoughts, and suddenly said: "Dong Jun!"
Ling Baoyu was startled and said displeasedly: "What? Why are you mentioning him again?"
Tang Zhao said: "If there is anyone in the world who can crush Wang Liang like this, it can only be Dongjun!"
He remembered where he had seen this gold powder before!
