"How many heads do you have?"
Wu Tian suddenly asked.
"I mean the body."
Wu Tian added another sentence.
"One, one."
For some reason, I felt a chill on my neck.
Wu Tian was a little disappointed, but he still asked: "Where is she?"
The second body trembled, and of course he knew who she was referring to when the young man asked.
"Yeah, one too."
Wu Tian murmured to himself: "One plus one, it's two..."
The second time, my scalp was numb and I was as silent as a cicada.
There was one thing he wanted to mention at the right time, but now he didn't even dare to think about it.
Don't say it's almost a thousand years, even if it's two thousand or three thousand years, he won't mention it again.
His young master's thoughts are too strange and unpredictable.
He didn't know what he was thinking about, but he knew it was definitely not good from the terrifying aura coming out of the scroll in his hand.
Especially thinking about their heads at this time.
Secondly, the more I think about it, the more I feel chilled.
"If two represent the yin and yang of heaven and earth, then four..."
Wu Tian thought of the four heads of Vishnu and the four heads of Brahma, which were in the same line as Vishnu.
There are also four minor Vedas, representing respectively: wisdom, light, darkness, and mystery.
If the wisdom and mysteries that represent ideology are removed, then he can classify light and darkness into yin and yang.
That's two heads.
One black and one white, one body with two sides, day and night.
If he divides the four heads into two virtual and two real, then can they correspond to the four images of the East, Taiyin, Shaoyin, Sun, and Shaoyang.
Unexpectedly, he first came to two conclusions that were beyond his expectation:
The Western road falls on the 'four', from the four-armed dharma of Rahu, the first person in the West, to the four swords of the first killing weapon, to Shiva, Vishnu, Brahma, Shakti, the four main gods, and The four-sided and four-armed image of Vishnu and Brahma all confirms the unshakable status of the "four" in the West.
In the East, it is 'three'. From the three ancestors of the dragon, phoenix and unicorn tribes, to the three Qing Dynasties, to the discussion of the three talents of heaven, earth and man, and later the Taoist ancestor's method of killing three corpses to prove the Tao, they all ended up in one 'three' superior.
If 'four' is Pangu's limbs, representing strength, then 'three' should be Pangu's soul, representing magical powers...
The hands and feet turned into the four poles of heaven and earth, then the soul was divided into three...
"Four? Three? Four? Three? Four!"
Wu Tian's expression suddenly changed, and he came to a very bad conclusion.
The originally clear sky over the sea suddenly became covered with dark clouds in the blink of an eye, becoming the center of the storm.
Wu Tian's face was ashen, his eyes were horrifying, and a small boat was spinning in the center of the storm.
Xiao Qingteng huddled in a corner, holding the scabbard in his second hand, sitting upright, not daring to raise his head.
First quietly inserted the sword into the scabbard and remained motionless. This was really because Wu Tian's aura at this time was too terrifying.
Not to mention them, even the dragon clan from all over the world felt the terrifying low pressure caused by Wu Tian's violent state of mind.
The storm lasted for a long time until the boy let out a cold snort.
This cold snort was full of youthful provocation and rebellion.
His eyes seemed to pierce the sky.
The sneer at the corner of his mouth looked even more cruel.
Then, everything calmed down, and the world became even quieter.
The wind and clouds are motionless and the sea is silent.
For nearly a hundred years, the boy said nothing, and the whole sea seemed to be silenced. He stayed quietly with the boy for ninety springs, summers, autumns and winters.
Until the day the boy left, the wind from all over the world came closer to him.
On this day, the young man cut out a Qingfeng clone.
The young man's cultivation level declined instead of rising, but the Qingfeng clone he created was already half-powerful.
Comes with magical power: freedom.
