Ji Ning stared blankly at the words on the rock wall, and the picture appeared in his mind unconsciously.
"Futian Sect was founded during the Qian Dynasty. The first founder, Qingyuan Zhenren, was one of the disciples of the Luban clan."
"Master Qingyuan has only been obsessed with the art of puppetry all his life without any cultivation, but he was able to integrate all the methods he learned and opened up a new path for the art of puppetry. Later generations called it "Qingyuan". Technique."
"Thumbacery combines the mysteries of all puppet techniques in the world of cultivation at that time, from complex to simple. Even outsiders can easily create powerful puppets after learning thaumaturgy."
"A hundred years later, Master Qingyuan drove to the west, and Futian Sect ushered in its second generation master, Master Luxu."
"Zhenren Luxu is the one who truly promoted thaumaturgy. The puppets he created contain the power of life. Whether they are mechanisms or threads, they are all given life under his hands and can even cultivate and reproduce on their own."
"In this way, the Futian Sect grew rapidly. At one time, it surpassed the Luban clan in the way of puppets and became one of the most powerful sects in the world."
"However, this prosperous situation did not last long. Before the death of Emperor Qian, in order to ensure the stability of the country, he began to suppress all sects except the Royalist Sect, especially those who were above the Holy Realm. Futian Sect also failed. Escape this disaster.”
"Although Zhenren Luxu had mastered thaumaturgy at that time, and all the puppets he created had reached the holy realm, it was still difficult to resist the power of the emperor."
"Everyone in the Futian Sect who has learned magic arts died under the Emperor's power. The other disciples of the sect were not affected."
"However, what is unexpected is that a hundred thousand years later, a disciple of Futian Sect accidentally awakened a conscious ancient puppet in the process of practicing puppetry. That puppet was left by Master Luxu. I have been sealed underground for an unknown number of years, but I can understand human speech, so I passed on the first three moves of the long-lost thaumaturgy to that disciple."
"Later, that disciple became the 7452nd head of the Futian Sect."
"That's me."
"Pindao only learned a few superficial skills of thaumaturgy, but he once again led the Futian Sect to flourish and rise rapidly, becoming the most powerful sect in the county."
"I thought that this situation could continue forever, but unexpectedly, on a small island in the south of the Immortal Dynasty, I didn't know where the news came from. A puppet clan that had been living in seclusion for a long time came out in full force, intending to seize the thaumaturgy in my hands. "
"I led the sect to fight hard against March, but in the end we were unable to defeat him. The sect we finally created was destroyed."
"However, they didn't expect that I built a mausoleum for myself as early as the beginning of learning thaumaturgy. I hid the inheritance of thaumaturgy in the mausoleum!"
"In this tomb, there are all kinds of powerful mechanism puppets that I refined using thaumaturgy, and there are even treasures left behind by the ancient puppet before it died!"
"I wrote this and placed it in the mausoleum, covered in dust in the abyss of rock. I don't know how many years it will take for future generations to see it, but I have no regrets. I believe that thaumaturgy will not become extinct. The legend of Futian Sect will remain alive even in the This will continue in the future!”
"The 7452nd generation head of Futian Sect."
"Master Shen Yu will stay."
Ji Ning looked at the wall quietly and fell into silence.
The human race has lived in the Chinese mainland for tens of millions of years.
Maybe this beautiful mountain was not a mountain before, maybe it was a river, a cliff, or a desert, but now it has become a mountain and what it is now.
Those buried deep underground have become easier to find over time.
Ji Ning sighed lightly.
If the words on the rock wall are correct, then there is absolutely no reason why this hollow mountain should be so easy to find.
The reason is because it has been too long.
For so long, he, a descendant, has never even heard of who Emperor Qian is, has never heard of the glory of Futian Sect, and does not understand the role of thaumaturgy.
In history, no matter how glorious and majestic an existence is, it is just a wave in the long river.
"Since you have taken something, let's worship it."
Ji Ning looked at the dilapidated and rotten futon in front of him, knelt down without any hesitation, and then kowtowed three times to the portrait of Shen Yu.
These three strokes represent his admiration for his predecessors in the spiritual world and his admiration for that period of history.
However, just as Ji Ning stood up after kneeling, he was about to leave.
The futon under him was completely shattered, turning into little stars and scattering.
The place where the futon used to be was turned into a row of shabby bamboo slips, with some aura lingering on them.
"The futon is actually a deception."
Ji Ning scratched his head and carefully spread out the bamboo slips, which were five feet long and wide. The words written on them were the same as those on the wall, and were left by Master Shen Yu.
However, Ji Ning carefully discovered that when he spread out the bamboo slips neatly, the words on them seemed to be faintly connected together, turning into a complex maze with countless traps and mechanisms. The snake is marked with many annotations and passages, which seems to be the method of cracking those mechanisms.
In the center of the bamboo slip, there is a word "Shu" printed on it.
The inheritance of thaumaturgy may be there.
Ji Ning looked at the bamboo slip in front of him with a solemn expression. He read it three times, imprinted the content in his mind, and then put it into the space ring.
If he guessed correctly, the labyrinth on the bamboo slips was the place of inheritance left by Master Shen Yu. There were thousands of puppet beasts refined using thaumaturgy, as well as other cultivation resources.
"Times have passed. If this place has not been discovered, there will definitely be a lot of Sui Yin beads condensed on those puppet beasts."
"If I could feed you all those beads, how would you recover?"
Ji Ning quietly looked at the corpse of the saint lying quietly among the stars in the space ring, and then slowly stepped out and left the tomb.
It lived up to his expectations, and tonight's experience could be described as a bumper harvest.
However, Ji Ning felt vaguely uneasy. He always felt that his luck seemed to be a little too good.
Let’s not talk about being betrayed by Li Hu. Let’s just say that after entering Xiushan, he first met Ye Yu by chance. Such a beautiful and kind-hearted girl, he let him meet him, and not only fed him blood Ganoderma lucidum , and also got the body of a saint.
It was not enough to have such a great opportunity. At this moment, he unexpectedly encountered such a thing again.
"Is it really just good luck?"
Ji Ning scratched his head, but didn't take the matter too seriously and hurriedly left the passage.
The two heavy rock walls slowly closed together, and Ning walked back into the hollow mountain again. The paper man who had been subdued before still stood there blankly.
Ji Ning walked up to the paper man and poked it with his finger. He found that the man was completely dead and had turned into a real paper man.
"It's time to go back."
However, just when Ji Ning sighed and prepared to return to the adventure group's camp.
On the rock stairs leading directly to the outside of the mountain, there was suddenly a steady sound of footsteps.
"Is there anyone?!"
Ji Ning raised his eyebrows. He didn't expect to meet people in such a place at such a time.
He crouched down, without making any sound, and slowly hid in the darkness, leaning against the cliff, holding his breath and concentrating.
However, Ji Ning didn't expect it.
Just when she hid all sounds, even her breathing.
The sound of footsteps on the rocky steps above also disappeared.
But the feeling is still there.
A cool breeze blew by, and Ji Ning's expression was slightly stern.
In the air, he smelled the smell of forest soil outside, which proved that someone had descended into this hollow mountain, but he had not been able to find the other person's existence. The latter, like him, was all hidden in the darkness.
In this way, neither of them said a word, and time passed by little by little.
The atmosphere in the air became increasingly silent and the pressure increased.
I do not know how long it has been.
Ji Ning's face turned slightly pale, and he couldn't hold his breath anymore, so he couldn't help but let out a breath of turbid air.
However, with this breath, another person hiding in the darkness accurately locked onto his position, and then struck him with a knife!
"Boom!"
The golden blade flashed with unparalleled violence, directly cutting a ferocious crack into the rock wall behind Ji Ning.
Ji Ning's face was expressionless. After dodging the knife, he punched directly into the darkness in front of him without holding anything back.
The offensive and defensive momentum is always easy to change.
The strength of the other party is by no means inferior to his, but it is not much higher, as can be seen from the previous stalemate between the two of them.
And when his breathing revealed a flaw and the opponent slashed at him, Ji Ning naturally discovered him.
So, he avoided this fatal knife and struck out this extremely heavy punch with his backhand.
"Boom——!"
With a muffled sound, the black figure retreated more than ten feet, its hind legs pressed against the cliff, taking away most of its strength.
In the darkness, there was a faint silver light flowing, like the stars and the moon.
"Silver Bone Realm."
Ji Ning's expression was solemn. There was no doubt that the mysterious opponent's realm was the Silver Bone Realm, which was two realms higher than his. He was also good at using swordsmanship.
The blow just now was just a test, without any spiritual energy, but it was still thrillingly fast, and the opponent actually punched him at close range, and he didn't seem to be hurt at all.
The other party's breathing was disrupted for just a moment, and then quickly returned to normal.
This is enough to prove that this is a difficult enemy.
But Ji Ning was not afraid. The boy's expression became fierce, and a faint green light flashed on his body, which was the unique symbol of the willow bone realm. He raised his hand and rushed towards the silver light in the darkness.
The latter stood there, as if he didn't expect that Ji Ning would dare to attack, so he cut out the sword without hesitation.
The silver blood clings to the golden blade, setting off a violent wave in the space, and everything it touches will be shattered.
However, Ji Ning suddenly changed his direction. After dodging the knife with a jump, he came directly to the center of the field. He picked up the second-stage body of the paper man that had just died and smashed it directly with one hand!
"Um?"
In the darkness, the man let out a soft cry. I don't know if it was an accident or something else. In short, he slashed out with force again and cut off the body of the paper man. The white paper shattered and fell down all over the sky, like willow catkins. .
Bang!
Among the catkins in the sky, a young man broke through the air and punched down hard.
The swordsman had no time to draw his sword, so he could only defend passively, holding the shining golden blade across his head.
Lights of different colors flickered through the sharp knife and shone on their faces.
At this moment, Ji Ning and Qi Lan saw each other's faces clearly, were slightly startled, and then suddenly stopped their hands.
"It's you!?"
