A smoky purple embroidered shoe with an upturned head stepped on the charred beam. When I raised my foot, the beam had been broken into loose charcoal powder. The plain white skirt meandered past, and the charcoal powder was scattered in all directions. The plain clothes and embroidered shoes were not dusty. Ran, wandering around the ruins without a care, there were many restrictions around the Guangming Palace, but he was like a wandering soul, no one could notice it.
"Two hundred and seventy-five years ago, at the end of Tianshui Lane in Tongxinfang, Bian'an City, Southern Jin Dynasty, there lived a fourteen-year-old boy..." He squatted down in front of a vague human figure that was pressed out, and twisted the upper part with his slender fingers. There was dust, his pupils were blank, and his voice was very soft, as if he had seen a book and he was reading the words on it.
"...His parents were both small businessmen, working from dawn to dusk to make a fortune. Fortunately, at that time, Kunlun's authority still firmly penetrated every corner of Junzhou. In terms of personnel, no one dared to go against the grain and implement tyranny. Not to mention war, even malicious trade competition between countries will be forcibly interfered with; in the destiny of heaven, monks moved mountains and reclaimed seas, diverted rivers and built dams, and moved clouds when there were droughts and floods, and the good weather lasted for so long that people forgot what disasters were. This kind of appearance... The world is peaceful, and the lives of ordinary people are nourished, so the boy's childhood can be carefree.
During the day, his parents sent him to study and read at an old man's house in an alley with a group of his peers, but he really had no interest in those boring people lying on paper. Bian'an City is where the Southern Jin branch is located. It is common for ordinary people to see monks flying over their heads with flying swords. This gives them not only the "well-informed" face that is gained on the surface, but also the hidden secrets. In a cruel comparison in the subconscious, they have been bound to the earth all their lives, but there is a group of people around them who can realize the eternal dream of soaring into the sky!
Some of them accepted their fate, but many more did not, and most of these people were young. Being young means that no matter how slim their hopes are, they are confident and have endless expectations for their future. Just like this boy who doesn't like to study "seriously". His greatest pleasure every day was to rush into the teahouse after class and listen to the legends about the powerful monks told by scholars.
Most of those legends revolve around one person. For thousands of years, no matter how many stars in Junzhou shine, that person is the only sun..."
He raised his head, the emptiness in his eyes gradually turned clear, and his pupils focused on a certain place in front of him, "He is the head of Kunlun, and the people hold his status to the highest level, respectfully calling him Xuan Huang."
The handsome young man sat on the lotus-shaped stone platform opposite him with broken wooden beams. He nodded calmly, as if gesturing for him to continue.
So the man lowered his eyebrows and eyes, and continued to slowly recount the past hundred years.
"Other people only admire the protagonist in the story when they listen to it, but the boy is different. When he listens to the story, he puts himself into that protagonist. He is the young genius who has never been born before. Mahayana, encountering gods and killing gods along the way, meeting Buddhas, killing Buddhas and dominating the world, and finally ascending in the daytime. In fact, it was just a daydream of the boy, he understood, but such an exciting future can be happy just in fantasy.
Perhaps it is not necessarily just a fantasy. At that time, Kunlun was still synonymous with dreams that could be reached. In the eyes of Junzhou people, it was not only an unrivaled powerful manager, but also a fairyland of fairness and justice without oppression. The boy participated in the Kunlun disciple selection with high hopes, and was unexpectedly tested for his spiritual root. His grade turned out to be pretty good. He passed the re-examination safely and entered the outer gate of Kunlun as the top leader in the Southern Jin Dynasty. That was his final experience. In this moment of endless glory, even far-fetched daydreams became possible. He even planned the way forward for himself, and every step was taken according to the legendary Emperor Xuan.
"However, in this way, he ultimately failed extremely ugly in the assessment a year later and failed to qualify for the inner sect."
"He can't figure it out. He has dual spiritual roots of water and wood. One grade is A and the other is B. In terms of qualifications alone, he is better than most of his fellow disciples who started at the same time. However, the cultivation progress of many fellow disciples is indeed unreasonably fast. , it took him a month to learn how to introduce Qi into the body, but when he came out, he saw that there were not only a few people who had broken through the second and third levels of Qi training, but also several 'geniuses' who had successfully built the foundation; he listened to his seniors explain the techniques. Such as Wen Tianshu, children who are several years younger than him can recite several basic psychological principles published by Kunlun... Everyone around him is astonished and brilliant, like a genius, but he is made to look extremely mediocre. The dream fell hard into the cruel reality. At a young age, he once lost confidence and gave up on himself."
"At that time, the outer sect represented scarce resources and a promising future. He spent a hundred years in the Kunlun branch of the Northern Wilderness of Junzhou. He calmed down and extinguished all his dreams, but He actually broke through and entered the golden elixir stage smoothly. This state was the highest level that all previous outer sect disciples could reach. As a result, he became a little more motivated and wanted to apply for promotion to the head of the branch. He submitted the form and was quickly accepted. After it is approved, he needs to go back to Kunlun and go to the official hall to put his name on it."
"That was the first time he stepped into the inner gate, this Kunlun in the true sense. He was so cautious at first, fearing that something would go wrong if he took another step or said a word. Yu Jian did not dare to fly too high. The speed was as slow as walking. In this way, he met a group of foundation-building stage inner disciples on the ground. They lowered their heads to salute him reflexively. He was at a loss at first, and then he was stunned. This group of foundation-building stage inner disciples Inside, several of them were actually fellow sect members who entered the outer sect with him back then. One of them left the deepest impression on him, that is, the 'peerless genius' who spent a month building the foundation..."
"He was greatly surprised, so he kept an eye out, contacted in every possible way, and asked about the current situation of other disciples back then. He was extremely surprised to find that he was one of the only ones who had advanced to the golden elixir at this age. As you can imagine, Knowing what kind of uproar this caused in his heart, he was a 'genius' in the inner sect who had made no progress in his cultivation for hundreds of years in the foundation building period, but he had advanced to the golden elixir, but was destined to die in the outer sect. He intercepted a The Lang Guan of the Si Li Hall cried bitterly and complained that he was a pearl in the dust. The Lang Guan was surprised and promised to report it to him. He waited outside Kunlun for three months until the time limit was up and he could no longer stay. Still no good news came. Until he was about to be evicted, someone came unexpectedly..."
The man's pupils became darker and darker, as if falling into a whirlpool. His smooth narrative rhythm began to be interrupted, and his tone began to fall from certainty to uncertainty.
"A person, or multiple people... don't have any characteristics to judge their identity. But as soon as they met face to face, his hair stood on end, and he intuitively felt that he was no match for the other person, but those people were not here to embarrass him, but to challenge him. He extended an olive branch...perhaps there was a period of intimidation before, and his psychology went through a process of changing from fear to joy. I think this olive branch is very strong."
"Sure enough, after he returned, he received a wealth of spiritual stones, elixirs, and comprehensive knowledge of powerful techniques. As a result, his cultivation improved by leaps and bounds, and he finally passed through the Small Heavenly Tribulation and was promoted to the Nascent Soul stage, becoming the leader of the outer sect for thousands of years. He was the only one, but the inner door was still closed to him. The last transfer order he received was to be transferred back to his hometown, the Southern Jin Dynasty, which was also the leader of the seven great kingdoms. At this time, another disciple selection process was held. And he received a notice from those people...perhaps it was a message on a jade slip, or a secret letter that could be burned after reading it. The content on it was...is..."
The vortex in the man's pupils rotated violently, and he began to have a headache. His fingers were deeply buried in his black hair, and frizzy hair was exposed between his fingers. It was as if he had encountered a large number of unreadable fragments. He had tried to glue them together countless times but still felt confused.
"That's it." A faint voice suddenly sounded in his ear, like a Buddhist chant, creating a ray of clarity in his mind, and then the sky was bright and the wind was calm and calm.
The man, Chuanxiong, straightened his sleeves and stood up tiredly, "Jun..."
The young man on the lotus stone platform raised his index finger and lightly gestured to his lips, indicating that he would temporarily silence his voice. Then he looked past him and looked in a farther direction. He turned his head in that direction in confusion, and was shocked. He took a solid step back and almost stepped on his own skirt.
The girl with a face of no more than fifteen or sixteen years old was standing there, and she didn't know how long she had been here.
Rong Tong didn't seem to care why the woman in white, who was technically the one they were "guarding the suspect" in, was wandering around the scene of the latest crime. When people looked over, she even applauded twice in a formal way, "Awesome." Oh! Is this the legendary profile?" 123 Literature Network
"No," the young man behind said before he could open his mouth, "Profiling is about inferring mental state based on behavior, and he is the opposite."
"I don't quite understand." Rong Tong frankly expressed his ignorance.
The young man then patiently answered: "Humans have souls. The spirit that possesses the form is the soul. The spirit that possesses the spirit is the soul. The spirit that possesses the spirit is called spiritual consciousness. Although the monk self-destructed, his soul was gone, but his spirit was short-lived. There are usually certain fragments left in the force field, mostly a collection of emotions. He was born sensitive to these things, and later gradually figured out the method of deduction. As long as he had empathy with the remnant soul, he could often extract these remaining emotions from the deceased. The inside and outside reveal the person's life."
"...It's amazing to be able to explain a ghost's upper body to such a humble person." Rong Tong sighed.
Chuanxiong felt that the current situation was so miraculous that he didn't know whether he should slap him and scold you, "You are so talented!"...or use the pressure of returning to the void stage to force this ignorant person. The little guy knelt down and bowed to the Lord of Junzhou.
However, his Majesty just curled up his lips and said, "I'll be more careful next time."
Chuanxiong was stunned, but Rong Tong just shrugged, "Every time you start to make excuses, I just want to say, 'I'm sorry, I don't study well'."
She obviously meant something, and she was complaining about this person who had started saying "secrets must not be revealed" like a fortune teller.
Zhang Wei in her eyes continued his "I'm sorry" smile, but still looked like it was impossible to explain, even in this life.
Chuanxiong, who was standing helplessly among them, was shocked by the smile of the daughter of his family. She was so beautiful! Even the little tail like him that used to follow him all day long could no longer stand it... In order to protect his fragile little heart, he reluctantly chose to look away. However, with a quick glance, he found that the little girl here was facing him. He was calm and steady, completely different from his coward with irregular heartbeat.
His first reaction was that she was a strong woman...but he soon realized that something was wrong!
Perhaps, the Junshang in the eyes of Master Ziguang is not what he sees... Or maybe, the Junshang is hiding his identity from her?
"But even if I'm always being 'mysterious', you are still invited to the appointment tonight." Zhang Wei, the passerby in her eyes, said quietly, "You have always been cautious. If you don't know what you want, you won't be so 'accommodating' to me." ."
"You know me quite well," Rong Tong nonchalantly fiddled with a strand of curly hair on his shoulder, "It's not bad, I just have a little guess about your origin, but this guess is so ridiculous that I think it's very unreliable, but You’ve bitten the straight hook I threw more than once, so no matter how unreliable it is, it won’t stop me from guessing in that direction.”
Chuanxiong's heart skipped a beat. You've already guessed your feelings and yet you can still be so calm!
But his lord did not express his position, and he did not dare to act rashly. He saw Rong Tong throwing away his hair in boredom, "But what's the point? Anyway, in the end, whether I have confidence in my heart depends on whether you are willing to Be willing to tell me everything, otherwise all your guesses will be false."
She yawned long and unruly under Chuanxiong's horrified gaze:
"So, I said, I have been working hard for two whole nights. I just managed to get rid of a group of troublesome guys and stole more than half an hour of leisure. You turned around and called me over. After listening for a long time, what did you think? You mean it? If you can, say it now. If you can’t, don’t waste time. I’ll go back now, okay?”
"Okay." Zhang Wei, the passerby in her eyes, nodded slightly, "But before that, I want to hear from you, how would you pick up the life of the deceased where he left off before?"
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