Ye Zhuliu stood on the path of the Dripping Cliff, raising his head and quietly looking at the gap of skylight pouring into the White Moon Mirror.
After a long time, the fortune teller came down from above holding the box.
Seeing this young disciple waiting here, Bu Suanzi just glanced sideways, without any emotion, as if those things had never happened.
Ye Zhuliu breathed a sigh of relief, but he didn't really bother to mention those things.
He just followed the Taoist and walked quietly on the cliff path.
"Where is the missing page?"
Ye Zhuliu asked seriously.
Bu Suanzi said calmly: "About those parts where one particle is missing."
Ye Zhuliu stopped in a daze, looked at Bu Suanzi's back, and then said softly: "Master thinks there will be an answer to something on that page."
Bu Suanzi looked back at the disciple standing under the flowing skylight. He was silent for a long time and said, "I don't know."
After the Taoist finished speaking, he turned back calmly and stood on the edge of the cliff, looking down at the thousands of clear lights falling downwards.
No one can tell clearly when a certain drop will fall into which hourglass.
It's the years.
It's also fate.
It’s all the unresolved choices.
Ye Zhuliu walked forward and stopped beside Bu Suanzi. He thought quietly for a long time, and then said softly: "It's better to read it first and then make a decision."
Bu Suanzi said softly: "Have you walked through the path to the twelfth floor?"
Ye Zhuliu was silent for a while and said softly: "No."
The old Taoist beside him stretched out his hand, and Taoist charm gradually filled his fingertips, traveling along an extremely mysterious trajectory, and then suddenly dissipated into countless rays of light, falling under the thousands of cliffs.
After the Taoist rhyme dissipated, Ye Zhuliu saw an extremely pure and frightening white airflow on the fingertips of the old Taoist.
Ye Zhuliu was about to ask something when he saw the stream of air suddenly leaving the Taoist's fingertips and heading towards him. In an instant, an extremely dangerous feeling appeared in the young Taoist's mind.
Ye Zhuliu hurriedly grabbed the Dao Jue, and countless hexagrams were revealed around him. All the cultivation levels of the Sixth Layer of the Dao were revealed, but they were still shaken away by the seemingly insignificant air current, leaving him in a panic. Back away.
Bu Suanzi calmly retracted his hand and dispersed all the traces that appeared between the cliffs like a white horse passing by.
"I walked by."
The old Taoist said this very calmly.
In the original Qingtian Dao, no one was on the twelfth floor.
Whether it is Bai Yuyao, Le Chaotian, Xie Chaoyu, or some Taoists from the previous generation who are taking medicine.
This is the story that Bai Fengyu brought to the world.
So a certain Taoist may be walking all the time.
Bu Suanzi stood quietly on the cliff, while Ye Zhuliu stood up slowly on the edge of the cliff.
"So once you've read a lot of things, it's hard to get out of certain stories again."
The old Taoist looked back at his young disciple.
Ye Zhuliu wiped the blood from the corners of his lips and looked at the old Taoist in a daze.
"what is that?"
The old Taoist said calmly: "The Twelfth Floor is here to become an immortal, so we call it Immortal Qi."
Ye Zhuliu stood there for a long time, and after a long time, he said softly: "It is much more powerful than the vitality of heaven and earth."
Perhaps it is similar to the power of witches and ghosts and the power of gods, with a huge difference between heaven and earth.
The old Taoist said calmly: "Because the degree of aggregation and operation mode of the missing particle between the two are different."
"Higher levels of power may not necessarily be a good thing."
Ye Zhuliu also calmed down. The Taoist realized that he was also a little upset. He sighed and continued: "Seeing too much will eventually make it impossible to calm down."
The things we see and think about in different places are naturally different.
The young Taoist looked at the small box in Bu Suanzi's arms.
"So what should we do with such a thing?"
Bu Suanzi stood there quietly and said softly: "Perhaps you can risk everything and go see it, or you can leave it for future generations to see."
Leave matters to Qianqiu to Qianqiu.
This is what Qing Yi said to Emperor Huai back then.
Fighting for the day and night before the situation is calmed down may not be as good as a ten thousand year plan.
Ye Zhuliu looked at the Taoist silently.
The latter looked at Wanya dripping with regret and said softly: "We don't dare to make any decisions, so we might as well leave it to you."
Ye Zhuliu was stunned.
Then the old Taoist turned around and handed the box to Ye Zhuliu casually.
But for that young Taoist, many things were naturally not random.
At that moment, after all the preparations made by the Taoist, Ye Zhuliu subconsciously took the box and felt that the weight of the entire world was on his shoulders.
"division......"
Even though he was a cultivator of the Great Dao, Ye Zhuliu felt like a common man at this moment, feeling extremely suffocated.
So he was breathing heavily, and his eyes were blank.
Until Bu Suanzi raised his hand and patted Ye Zhuliu's shoulder, the old Taoist smiled in a rare way.
"Although I admit that this is irresponsible behavior."
The old Taoist looked at his disciple sincerely.
"But the path that our predecessors should take is almost complete. What happens next should naturally be left to those of you who come after us."
Ye Zhuliu held the box and was silent for a long time, and then said softly: "What if I couldn't help but open the box, knowing that it would lead the world to a direction that shouldn't exist, but still choose to do so, what should I do? manage?"
Bu Suanzi said softly: "That's how the world should be."
The old Taoist coughed twice, and then walked down the cliff paths.
"Of course, people who come after us never have to follow the advice of our predecessors as to how they should proceed."
"It is absolutely possible for fate to slip by, and the dust of fate will never settle - the world will change. All actions that are in line with the times will fade in color over the years."
Such a sentence is probably quite similar to what Cong Ren said to the noodle shop owner named Wang Xiaoer before he drew his sword.
Ye Zhuliu stopped there for a long time.
The Taoist's back gradually faded away, disappearing into thousands of lines of clear light.
Of course people in the world sometimes want to go with the flow and stop when they encounter obstacles.
It's just that most of the time, people in the world can't follow the trend.
Even if you really want to sit on the bow of the boat, you will end up holding the pole sometimes.
...
The old Taoist sat quietly in the flat lake at the bottom of the White Moon Mirror for a long time, and then from a book collection place on the cliff above, an extremely ordinary booklet was lifted up by Dao Yun and fell into the Taoist's hands. knees.
Just like "Five Thousand Words of the Green Ox" was originally just an inconspicuous ancient book.
"The Collection of Supplementary Records of the Human World" also has nothing outstanding, just like an ordinary book that a scholar in the human world has been reading and studying all year round.
Compared with "Five Thousand Words of the Green Ox", "The Collection of Supplementary Records of the Human World" is actually already considered good, at least it was not used as a foothold by some Huangliang scholar back then.
Bu Suanzi quietly looked at the book on his lap, which did not look very thick, but was the most detailed book in the world.
The cover is naturally unremarkable, just five characters in large characters, "Collection of Supplementary Records of the Human World", with a small character at the end - Li Queyi.
Bu Suanzi looked at those words, but he was a little lost.
Li Queyi, the first in all things, Li Queyi.
No matter what he does, it will always be the best in the world.
Therefore, even the title of the volume written at the beginning of the volume is extremely outstanding.
This old Taoist may have vaguely seen a young Taoist who once walked in the world, holding a book and pen in his hand. While looking at the world seriously, he enthusiastically recorded everything about such a world.
The most outstanding people in the world were all born in such an era.
Li Queyi, Baiyi, Ji Wuxu, Qingyi, Nanyi, Li Er.
So what can’t be seen is Cong Ren?
The same goes for Xie Chaoyu.
The book was opened.
But it just happened to stop at the page of such an era - the ghost flower of the Styx, which reincarnates every sixty years. The world is often frightened by the unpredictability, ghost faces and flowers bloom, the dead come back to life, thinking that the gods and ghosts mean... .Walking around the dark and yellow lands of the South Sea... In fact, it is the wind of the ocean current and the power of the Styx River that flows to the human world. The pollen shakes down, and it becomes like a ghost country...
Xie Chaoyu looked at it silently for a long time, and then continued to flip through it.
It wasn't until a certain page that the Taoist stopped.
There are many texts written by a Taoist thousands of years ago, as well as many neat pictures that cannot be understood by the world today, like models of some theoretical speculations.
In the blank space on the side of that page, there is another kind of handwriting.
Comes from this Taoist sitting in the lake.
——Missing one particle observation fallacy value.
If one particle is missing and cannot be determined, then the 'original fate cannot be observed'. The difference is the error value of missing one particle observation. This value is unpredictable. However, according to the mirror theory, the difference derived from fate must have a boundary.
The Taoist only wrote a few words and did not continue writing.
Of course, it does not mean that such a speculation has been shelved by Qianyimen.
In fact, what Queyimen has done so far is to try to find out where such a boundary lies.
For example, above the white moon, the two gates of "Missing One" and "Perfect" have been repaired by countless Taoists.
It's like those thousands of cliffs dripping water.
Such a guess is naturally contrary to Cong Ren's theory that fate is insurmountable.
Or to put it another way, the three feet mentioned by Cong Ren are macroscopic destiny.
What Que Yimen did was to try to find out where those three feet were directly at the microscopic level.
The Taoist silently touched the handwriting he had left on it many years ago.
This Taoist felt that what he was most proud of in his life was being able to leave such a few strokes on such a Taoist scroll.
The Taoist looked at it for a long time, and then turned over it silently. It was not until a certain page that the Taoist stopped.
There's a page missing there.
The Taoist didn't know what the record on that page was.
Maybe I'm glad that I don't know what's on that page.
The lake is filled with silence.
The old Taoist just sat quietly facing the page.
Ye Zhuliu was not far outside the lake, holding the box and looking at his master for a long time.
Then asked a question.
"How is the mirror theory?"
Naturally, this young disciple had also read the Taoist scroll.
Bu Suanzi raised his head and looked up over the thousands of cliffs, as if he wanted to see many twisted and reflected sky domes from the water droplets hanging down with the skylight.
"This is a desperate guess."
The old Taoist lowered his head and looked at Ye Zhuliu calmly.
"You don't have to know."
...
In the human world, within the mountains and moons.
When Fu Jiangnan and the others walked into the mountain town ahead, they unexpectedly saw a person who shouldn't be in a place like this.
Four broken swords, Cheng Lu.
Of course Cheng Lu can appear anywhere in the world.
As the quietest being among the three swordsmen of the younger generation, he has always had freedom everywhere.
After all, you don't have to stand on a high cliff like someone who climbed a cliff.
There is no need to hide around like a blind person.
Of course Fu Jiangnan saw Cheng Lu.
This black-clothed short-haired swordsman once appeared in Xuanxuyuan and sat next to the Karma Sword Congren.
So when Fu Jiangnan first saw the sword cultivator sitting in a wine shop quietly drinking wine, he thought for a moment that he had seen it wrong.
So the young swordsman raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, and looked again carefully.
Black clothes, short hair, parted in the middle.
It’s true that my name is Cheng Lu. Remember.
So Fu Jiangnan became even more confused.
Not to mention that Shanyue City is currently at war with the South, but also the matter between Liuyun Sword Sect and Shanheguan has determined that Cheng Lu will not be the one to sit here and drink.
Lu Xiaoxiao and Wu Dalong on the side looked at Fu Jiangnan who suddenly stopped with some curiosity.
"What's wrong?"
As Lu Xiaoxiao spoke, he followed Fu Jiangnan's gaze.
This little Lingnan sword cultivator was also stunned.
There was even some guilt in his expression.
After all, Cheng Lu was deceived by the old man in Lingnan. Not only did he not stop the people from Lingnan from entering the city to find the boy under the umbrella, he even broke his hand because he drank too much.
But Lu Xiaoxiao soon realized that Cheng Lu shouldn't be here.
After all, although this place is very close to the Liuyun Mountains, it still belongs to the territory of Shanyue.
It is naturally a strange thing for such a Sipojian to stay here and drink instead of going to Liuyun Sword Sect or the nearby community of sword cultivators.
Cheng Lu didn't notice that the sword cultivator from Lingnan had discovered her. She just sat there quietly, placing the two swords behind her on the wine table, like a lonely swordsman drinking alone.
So it wasn't until he heard a certain voice of "Senior Brother" that the young swordsman reacted and raised his head to look out the window.
Lu Xiaoxiao, Wu Dalong and Fu Jiangnan were looking at him there.
"Senior brother, why are you here?"
Lu Xiaoxiao asked with some confusion.
Cheng Lu turned her head, picked up the wine glass in front of her, and said calmly: "I just want to drink some wine."
Of course, there is nothing to do in this world, so why not drink some wine.
What's more, Cheng Lu probably won't be idle either.
Lu Xiaoxiao looked at the two swords Cheng Lu placed on the table. The swords had not been washed, so there were still many condensed blood drops on them.
It's just that this little Lingnan sword cultivator really can't figure out why Cheng Lu is here.
Si Po Sword Cheng Lu has always had a good relationship with Lingnan.
In other words, you have a good relationship with people.
It probably has something to do with his temperament.
Even though he was tricked by He Suozhi and broke his hand, this swordsman did not get angry and draw his sword to kill people. After all, if a swordsman from Liuyun Sword Sect really wanted to kill people in Lingnan, no one could stop him. .
Even though this sword cultivator was so angry that he just sat at the gate of Tianya Sword Sect and cursed his mother.
Lu Xiaoxiao winked at Wu Dalong, who pulled Fu Jiangnan away from here honestly and unobtrusively.
Lu Xiaoxiao, on the other hand, jumped in directly from the window and sat down at the table opposite Cheng Lu.
Cheng Lu held the wine glass and looked at this Lingnan sword cultivator with whom she didn't have a close relationship in confusion, but she didn't understand what she was going to do.
Although Lu Xiaoxiao has a small name and a small realm, he is naturally not young.
Therefore, although he called him Senior Brother Cheng Lu, he acted like a senior sister, sitting there looking at Cheng Lu with burning eyes as if facing Nan Dao and Le Chaotian.
The young swordsman was silent for a long time, then picked up the wine glass and continued to drink.
"If I were a sword cultivator from the Liuyun Sword Sect, I would naturally not be here drinking wine at this time."
Lu Xiaoxiao looked at Cheng Lu and said.
Cheng Lu smiled and said, "So?"
Lu Xiaoxiao said seriously: "Lingnan has always felt sorry for our senior brother about the South Island incident. If senior brother really has any trouble, we will naturally not stand idly by."
Cheng Lu looked at the woman in front of her silently, then turned her head and said softly: "Lingnan is already like this, are you still thinking about other people's affairs?"
Lu Xiaoxiao poured himself a glass of wine, took a sip, and said, "If you couldn't think about other people's affairs like this, Lingnan wouldn't be called Lingnan."
For two thousand years, nature has been like this.
Cheng Lu turned her head and looked at the female swordsman in front of her blankly.
Since Lu Xiaoxiao fell from the realm, she has never reached the realm of exiting the seclusion. She has always stayed in Zhishui, the same realm as her disciple named Lu Xiaoer.
Ever since Lingnan was flattened by those soldiers, the world has rarely heard news about Lingnan sword cultivators.
Young people walk around the world with sadness and no words.
But this little swordsman just stepped across the window and appeared in front of Cheng Liang, as if he was still trying to pick up bit by bit those stupid loves in Lingnan that had been knocked to the ground by two wars.
Cheng Lu looked at Lu Xiaoxiao silently for a long time, and then said softly: "Senior Sister's kindness, Cheng Lu appreciates it."
Lu Xiaoxiao called him senior brother, but he called him senior sister Lu Xiaoxiao.
Lu Xiaoxiao said seriously: "Although Lingnan looks miserable, for us, there is nothing we can do. You can also understand that we want to climb some high branches to stand up again. So again Why refuse?"
Cheng Lu smiled, looked out the window, and said, "Lingnan already has its own high branches, so why bother clinging to them? As for my refusal, it is naturally because this is really not something that Lingnan can interfere with."
The young sword cultivator looked across the large open window at some cloudy mountains to the north, and said slowly: "This is a mountaineering matter, an internal matter of the Liuyun Sword Sect."
When Lu Xiaoxiao heard this, he also fell silent.
Of course, as Cheng Lu said, sword cultivators like them can't help with the Liuyun Sword Sect's affairs.
The short-haired swordsman in black clothes stood up by the window, his robes swaying slightly in the wind.
"Of course, Cheng Lu will not forget Senior Sister's kindness today in Sijiao Town."
Some mountains.
Cheng Lu naturally had to walk up again by herself.
