Guizhe Holy Mountain.
Daoqiong stands in front of the Shenghuan Hall, and his robes are fluttering in the breeze on the snowy night.
When looking from a distance, there seemed to be stars streaking across the night sky, like fireflies, disappearing at the end of the field of vision in the blink of an eye.
"cold……"
Dao Qiongcang felt the coldness of the snowy weather for the first time.
He reached into his sleeves and covered his forearms, feeling a little cold in his palms.
This is not a good sign.
Just now, he accepted the five declines and one worship of heaven and man from a distance. From then on, whether it was searching, purifying, or self-examination...
He could find no trace of the curse left on him.
Even if I take a shower and change clothes in time, it seems that this can wash away the bad luck, but I still feel a little uncomfortable psychologically.
It's like the most common sentence in the world of mortals, "I curse you for giving birth to a child without an asshole." If you curse it, you will curse it. Who knows it will come true?
The curse in the spirit refining world can turn the invisible into the finite, leaving some imprints, either on the spirit or on the soul. In short, there are traces to follow.
Dao Qiongtian can't find it!
He thought, maybe his level was still too low, maybe the cursed position of the five degenerates of heaven and man was higher?
Its bow is like the shooting star streaking across the night sky, passing by without leaving a trace.
"Maybe it's fake?"
Dao Qiongcang uncovered his secret, Sinan.
He thought there was a possibility that the five degenerates of heaven and man could not lock him at all.
He was just bluffing, seemingly cursing profusely, but in fact he left nothing behind.
Set up the altar, put three sticks of incense on it, and then remove everything...
He is just pretending, but he can make his enemies feel like they are cursed psychologically.
Being unable to find out or solve the problem at its source, and then panicking and panicking - this kind of curse is even more advanced!
In particular, Tianren Wuhui knew that the person he was targeting was the mysterious and mysterious Dao Qiongtian...
Dao Qiongcang is very confident in his own strength.
He thought that it was very possible for the Five Deceivers of Heaven and Human to prevent the curse mark from being found out by Tian Jishu in the future. It looked like a curse, but in fact there was no curse.
Using the method of "attacking the mind" makes people feel that they have been cursed. This is the reason why everything is blocked in the future. Everything is blocked because of this curse.
If things go on like this, even if people are not cursed, they will feel that they are cursed, and then they will blame others and everything will go wrong.
However, the more fear comes, the more misfortunes will come and the situation will get worse.
This can cause people to fall into an endless cycle.
"A curse without a curse is better than a curse with a curse!"
Dao Qiongcang felt that as long as he was proficient in curses, he would definitely use this non-curse technique more often, especially when dealing with smart people.
But now, no curse mark can be found, and the heaven and earth do not know what to think about the five declines of heaven and man.
What will be the outcome of that prayer? Will I really fall into bad luck...
"call."
The scent of cinnamon hit his face, interrupting Dao Qiongcang's thoughts.
The night wind condensed slightly, and the Nine Sacrifice Gui spirit body dressed in palace attire emerged.
"Just now Scarlet is approaching the mountain. The big formation is unprepared. I want to stop you. Why don't you let me go?" The Nine Sacrifice Envoy walked to the front of Shenghuan Hall with a puzzled expression.
"That's for me. If you suffer it, it's my fault."
"what is that?"
"The power of the curse of the five declines of heaven and man."
When the Nine Sacrifice God Envoy heard this, his eyes were a little surprised, and he asked for a long time: "Is it powerful?"
Dao Qiongcang did not answer, lowered his eyes, and stirred up the secrets of heaven and earth.
The Nine Sacrifice God envoys followed him with their eyes and saw that when the child was calculating the secrets, the usual gold and white colors that symbolized good luck and normality were gone.
Instead, everything is red light!
Dao Qiongang counted nine times, and Tianji Sinan flashed scarlet nine times.
The Nine Sacrifice God Envoy was shocked. Even if she didn't understand Tianji Technique, she could understand the colors.
This was the first time she had seen a child and deduced such an ominous hexagram!
"What are you counting?"
"I."
When the Nine Sacrifice Envoy heard this, his expression became more reproachful.
"Why not activate the grand formation? Why not let the Holy Mountain defend it? The Holy Mountain has great luck..."
"Excalibur Xuan Cang, is there any news?"
The envoy of the Nine Sacrifice Gods was stunned and speechless.
Dao Qiongcang smiled and said: "I'm starting to hear bad news. This is the first one, and I believe it won't be the last one."
The Nine Sacrificial Gods were speechless.
Of course she could tell that what the kid meant was the Xuan Cang Divine Sword that suppressed the destiny of the Holy Mountain, but it had not yet been found.
If the power of the curse was allowed to pollute the destiny of the Holy Mountain, then he himself would be the one to blame.
However, how majestic is the luck of the Holy Mountain?
Even if the Xuan Cang Divine Sword is not on the holy mountain for a day, there are other divine objects that can guard it.
Anyone who dares to curse the luck of the Holy Mountain will definitely suffer a huge backlash if he is a mere deity.
It’s hard to say, he might even die on the spot!
However, the matter has reached this point, and it is useless to say more.
"You have a way, right?" The Nine Sacrifice God Envoy looked expectantly and said that the children have great magical powers that are beyond the reach of ordinary people.
Dao Qiongcang glanced at the thick scarlet color on Tianji Sinan, then raised his eyes to look at the Nine Sacrifice Divine Envoy, and shook his head with a smile.
The Nine Sacrificial Gods were anxious.
"You must have a way!"
"After receiving the worship, I am as panicked as a bird, but I am not as happy as a sweet potato."
"What's the solution? Think about it and use your... Tianji Technique!"
"Tianjishu can deduce troubles, but it can never solve them. It is a process, not a result."
"What should we do?"
"Having accepted it, then be at peace with it."
The Nine Sacrifice Envoys were furious.
These are the children she watched grow up.
She was worried about the child, but the child was not worried about his own life at all.
How is this good?
"You must give me an explanation!" The Nine Sacrifice God Envoy frowned coldly and looked solemn.
"Then..." Dao Qiongcang said helplessly, "Does misfortune and good fortune depend on each other?"
"What is this statement?"
"Now that disaster has come, will blessings not come?"
The Nine Sacrifice Divine Envoy was choked again, and stared at Dao Qiongtian with a cold face.
"All right."
Dao Qiongcang spread his hands, turned out his scarlet and dazzling Tian Ji Si Nan and showed it to her, "I can only tell the ten hexagrams for myself."
"What about the tenth hexagram?"
"Not yet."
"Forget it!" The Nine Sacrifice God envoy was angry.
"Is it important?" Dao Qiongcang took back Tianji Sinan, turned around, walked to the silver table and sat down, "What if it's death again... red? Isn't that just ten deaths and no life?"
"Don't say such things!"
Dao Qiongcang no longer spoke to the Nine Sacrifice Divine Envoys.
He put down Tianji Sinan and looked at the night sky in the distance with an intoxicated expression. His hands were scratching in the air in front of him, not knowing what he was grabbing.
"What are you doing?" The Nine Sacrifice God Envoy came over and saw that this child was going crazy again.
Dao Qiongcang closed his eyes with an infatuated expression and a sigh in his tone:
"Destiny plays tricks on the impermanent."
"When I choose to let him go, I am also letting myself go. I choose the unknown and uncertainty, so that's why I can't even start the tenth hexagram."
"And this kind of unknown and uncertainty..."
Dao Qiongcang opened his eyes, looked at the Nine Sacrifice Divine Envoy, and chuckled: "That's why he's called Dao Qiongcang."
The Nine Sacrifice Divine Envoy couldn't understand what this child was thinking about.
But now that she was old and difficult to fight, she had no choice but to change the topic:
"Qingyuan Mountain, your semi-saint incarnation, how is the matter handled?"
Dao Qiongcang regained all his expressions and said seriously:
"Maybe an accident is going to happen..."
The Nine Sacrifice Divine Envoy's eyelids twitched when he heard this. After taking a deep breath, he turned around and left the Shenghuan Palace.
It’s not necessary to come here!
…
At the foot of Qingyuan Mountain.
The night is quiet and the evil spirits are gone.
The Meisi people were holding folding fans and leading a small donkey. When they were about to go up the mountain, they saw a frizzy young man.
"Young man, come here."
With one word, he stopped the young man who was thicker than a tree stump.
Cao Erzhu was on his way in a hurry. When he turned around, he saw an old immortal not far away who was tying a rope to his little donkey to a tree. After thinking about it, he untied it again.
For some reason, his impatience was suppressed by the man's gentle movements and words.
Cao Erzhu hurriedly stepped forward, patted the dust on his robe, and fell to the ground:
"Cao Erzhu, I have met the old immortal!"
At this moment, Cao Erzhu didn't even think about silence or covering up. There were no reminders from his father's lifetime in his mind.
He must be a good man!
This kind of noble temperament, this affinity with nature, this kind of specialness that makes people want to get close at a glance...
Cao Erzhu didn't even need to make any judgments.
When he took a quick look, he saw thousands of illusory sword-wielding students behind the old immortal, all facing the right path.
He knew that this was the real old god and he could make the decision for himself!
He, Cao Erzhu, could even suspect Master Li's impure intentions, but he could not doubt such a good person recognized by heaven and earth!
"I beg the old god to make the decision for Erzhu, my old man, he, he..." Cao Erzhu burst into tears and broke down in sobs.
The Meisi man stroked his beard and thought for a moment, but he couldn't remember that he had taught this person.
He quickly helped the young man up and asked calmly: "Speak slowly, what happened to your father?"
"He, he was killed. His head was cut off and put in a wine barrel. I don't know who the murderer is. Mr. Li said that the murderer might be in the mountain. I want to go up the mountain to find the murderer..."
"Who is your father?"
"His name is Cao Yihan, and my name is Cao Erzhu. He lives in a small town. I went up to the mountain and stopped for a day. As soon as I came back, he was like... wow!" Erzhu hugged the old god's arm and cried loudly.
To be honest, Meisi people were shocked when they first heard the name "Cao Yihan".
Soon, he realized that this was a misunderstanding and it was probably just a name collision.
After all, what he felt from this child was mostly the aura of ancient swordsmanship.
"Don't cry, don't cry..."
Mei Si comforted the big guy who was taller than him. He couldn't get his hands around him, let alone pat the big kid's back.
After Cao Erzhu calmed down a bit, he asked, "Who is Mr. Li?"
"Master Li, is this Master Li?" Cao Erzhu wiped his tears in confusion.
The Meisi man thought for a moment and then asked, "How do you know that your father's murderer is on the mountain?"
"That thing!" Cao Erzhu pointed at the Qingyuan Mountain Formation, "Tian Ji Technique!"
Cao Yihan, Tianjishu...
When so many coincidences come together, Meisi people can no longer believe it is a coincidence.
"Child, have you ever heard of the Ten-Zun Seat?"
"I've heard of it, it's my dad."
At the foot of Qingyuan Mountain, it suddenly became quiet, with only the sound of the little donkey scurrying through the snow and leaves beside the tree.
This Cao Yihan is the other Cao Yihan?
And, Quirehan, is dead?
The person who killed him was from Tianji Technique... Dao Qiongang?
Meisi people feel that tonight is more dreamy than a dream.
He randomly picked up a child on the way, with the aura of a friend, and he was still a ten-year-old child.
The news this child brought was enough to detonate the entire spirit refining world.
The cause and effect on this person seems to be no less than what Xu Xiaoshou suffered.
"Why do you call me Old God? Do you know Lao Chan?" Meisi people looked at the child again, fearing that this was Dao Qiongang's plan.
"You are a good person." Cao Erzhu's eyes were extremely bright.
Mei Si people stared at the child.
Cao Erzhu greeted him with wide eyes.
Through the night, through the eyes...
The old swordsman saw the child's sincere heart, which was spotless, like the last piece of pure land in this troubled world.
"What kind of me do you see?" Mei Siren asked aloud.
He remembered a legend that a child's heart can see through the essence of human souls.
But as soon as the words came out, Mei Siren laughed to himself.
Before being canonized, he firmly believed that his ancient sword was based on passing on the knowledge and educating people first.
I never thought that now I am so lost that I need to trace my true heart from a child.
Isn't this a failure?
Cao Erzhu looked behind the old immortal and was about to speak when Mei Siren waved out his folding fan and stopped him from speaking:
"No need to say it."
Cao Erzhu was startled and looked at the fan unfolded by the old god. There was no word written on it, but an ink painting.
The painting shows a simple school. There are two trees in front of the hall, one is a peach tree and the other is a plum tree. The peach and plum trees are withered and bear no good fruit.
In the hall is an old man with white hair sitting on a futon. He seems to be very old. There is not even a person serving him around him. He is alone with only his back.
This painting on the fan seems to show that power is "loneliness", but Cao Erzhu cannot see "loneliness".
Because from his perspective, there was certainly only the old god in the hall painted on the fan, and no one else.
But behind the old god in front of him are thousands of illusory sword-wielding students.
They are pious and reverent. This power can form mountains and oceans, and can make any changes!
The old god in the fan is just trapped in his room, turning his back on himself, so he cannot see the scenery outside the hall.
Cao Erzhu looked at it for a long time, feeling a little lost. He scratched his head for a long time and asked, "Old god, are you also confused?"
Mei Siren's eyes were startled, and he glanced at the older child in surprise.
He lowered his eyes and thought for a long time, then raised his head to look at Qingyuan Mountain and the night sky, muttering to himself with a hint of confusion:
"Yes, I can't see the road ahead suddenly."
"Because Lao Chen is not really an old immortal. One of the disciples he taught has become a great immortal."
Cao Erzhu tilted his head and thought for a moment, then pointed at the old god's back.
"They'll help you."
Mei Siren was startled. He looked back and saw that there was no one behind him except the little donkey.
"Hahaha!"
The Meisi people suddenly laughed and laughed loudly.
He glanced at Cao Erzhu, turned over his fan, stared at the self-portrait again and again, and continued to laugh, smiling with relief.
Laughter spreads melodiously in the woods at the foot of the mountain.
"good!"
After a long time, Mei Si stopped laughing, stretched out his hand to pat this good boy on the head, and finally patted his arm twice.
"You follow Lao Chan up the mountain, and Lao Chan will help you find the enemy who killed your father."
"Please note that Qingyuan Mountain is too dangerous tonight. You must not stay away from me. You can only leave when I ask you to leave."
"Okay." Cao Erzhu nodded heavily, as if his father was alive again and had a backbone.
The Meisi people did not bring the donkey into the mountain, but only Cao Erzhu.
When he swiped his fan, a blue Mo sword emerged from underneath, cutting through the Qingyuan Mountain formation and walking in.
Cao Erzhu's eyes lit up, "No swordsmanship!"
The Meisi man asked as he walked: "Have you ever learned a sword?"
"right!"
"Is it ancient swordsmanship?"
"Yes, they said yes."
"Have you ever seen an old man who looks like an old god, but not as elegant as the old man? Did he teach you the sword?"
"Uh..." Cao Erzhu hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded heavily, "Yes!"
"Do you know the old man?" Cao Erzhu asked back.
The Meisi people smiled and said nothing, feeling very happy. Even the night in the mountains felt a little better.
He took out a sword box and handed it to Cao Erzhu's hand. The sword box showed no response.
Cao Erzhu opened the sword box and saw a purple-red three-foot sword inside, which was extremely beautiful.
He took out the sword and looked at it carefully.
This time the three-foot sword reacted, trembling slightly, but it was not resistance, but surprise.
This sword is very sharp and murderous, and it is incompatible with the temperament of the old god... Cao Erzhu asked:
"Whose sword is this?"
The people from Meisi stroked their beards and raised their heads, laughing heartily:
"This is his sword."
Thanks to the boss [Shengui Tuimodao Qionggui] for the 10,000 reward!
