Cold Spirit City, the camp at the foot of the Spirit Mine Mountains, and the slave mine shed
After experiencing a long period of chaos, Qiye sensed a slight noise in the dark, and opened his weak eyes with difficulty. What appeared in front of his eyes was a rough gray tarpaulin above his head. The tarpaulin was covered with large and small holes. Countless points of light fell. Qiye lay on a damp straw mat, his head was in a daze and his eyes were pale and deathly pale.
"Where am I..." An urgent question popped up in Qiye's mind. He didn't know how long he lay there until he regained consciousness. Qiye slowly started to try to get up, but as soon as he used his arms to support his body and tried to sit up, he felt a severe bone-breaking pain throughout his body. The arm that had just been propped up could not help but tremble in pain, and Qiye's upper body, which had risen slightly, fell down in an instant without any effort. The severe pain made Qiye's facial features tighten and the pain was beyond words, and he could only make a low and hoarse whimper from his mouth.
"Damn it..." Qiye cursed secretly in his heart, scolding himself for being so weak. This little pain had already defeated him.
Qiye's movements naturally attracted the attention of several other slave men in the same tent. A man with a yellow face and a bumpy back walked towards the place where Qiye lay, sat aside and looked at Qiye and said:
"Hey, Xiaoqi, are you finally awake?"
"Um, Brother Mo, um...why am I here?" Qiye was stunned when he saw that the man in front of him was actually a co-worker from the same slave tent. Feeling confused and confused, he asked the question he most urgently wanted to know after being vague for a while.
"Don't you know? I heard that you fell into the underground river in the valley and went down the river. You were discovered by the slave women who were washing clothes for the soldiers by the river, and then you were rescued." The man named Brother Mo The man simply stated.
"Oh, so that's it. How long have I been lying there?" Qiye seemed to understand the whole story. After clearing his thoughts, he asked again.
"You were comatose for three whole days. When we were first fished out, I really thought you couldn't survive. I didn't expect that you, a kid with a hard life, actually survived. Hehe..." Brother Mo said a little surprised.
"Yeah, thank you... Um, don't you go to work today?" In this way, Qiye already understood what happened during these few days of coma. After Qiye woke up completely, he turned around and looked outside the tent. He suddenly realized that there would be no one in the tent during the day, so he asked a little strangely.
"Alas, it has rained heavily on the mountain in the past two days, and the plank road was washed away by flash floods. Hundreds of people died this time. Because the road section that was washed away was too long, repairs cannot be completed in a short time. I am afraid that work will be suspended for a few days. The officers and soldiers just now They came and captured a group of slaves to build the trestle bridge. I don't know how many of them will come back. Hey..." After saying that, Brother Mo lowered his head and sighed, his tone looking particularly uneasy.
After Qiye listened, he felt equally heavy. I have experienced too many such silent partings, and once I leave, I don’t know if I can come back alive. Qiye wanted to leave here all the time, but he was so weak that he was unable to escape.
"Are we going to build the plank road again?" Qiye lowered his head and muttered, then sighed sadly for a while.
Suddenly, Qiye's gloomy and sad eyes completely froze, his breathing stopped instantly, and his whole body was as stiff as an electric shock.
It seems like I can't remember anything important. Qiye kept rubbing his head with both hands. Although the dizziness in his brain had not completely dissipated, Qiye still kept thinking hard and gradually recalled the stars that fell into the valley before.
"Plank road, cave...Master!" Qiye muttered to himself based on his memory. When the word "Master" blurted out, it was like a thunder flashing in the night sky, and the strange story of life and death emerged in his mind. The light and shadow of fate.
In an instant, Qiye immediately lay down, closed his eyes, held his breath, calmed down, and then concentrated. I urgently want to confirm immediately whether the memory in the light curtain is an incredibly long dream. When Brother Mo saw Qiye lying down to rest again, he walked away without disturbing her.
For a moment, a blazing heat surged out of Qiye Dantian and gradually spread throughout his body. Heat waves swept through the body, and the pain of broken bones in various parts of the body gradually disappeared. In a dark and chaotic space, a fluorescent soul slowly appeared, and then hung quietly in the spirit world.
Qiye slowly opened his spiritual eyes, and the familiar dark space in front of him made him finally convinced that the adventures he had experienced after falling into the mountain stream were all real. I don't know whether it was because of emotion or sadness, tears welled up in Qiye Lingpo's eyes. The hot tears that kept pouring out overflowed the limitations of the eye sockets and ran down the cheeks. The last drop of crystal pearl teardrops fell into the huge spiritual cyclone below with shining light and disappeared.
Qiye stood quietly in the spiritual world for a long time, crying for a long time. No one knew what he was thinking. After an unknown amount of time, when her tears dried up, Qiye slowly wiped away the remaining tear stains on her cheeks with her hands.
"Don't worry, Master, your great kindness will be remembered by this disciple for the rest of his life. Your teachings will be remembered by his disciples for his whole life." After a while, Qiye said in a calm but firm tone. After suppressing his grief, Qiye remembered several treasures passed down to him by his master before his death. Looking up and looking around, in the spiritual world, except for the clearly visible cyclone below, the entire space was chaotic and unclear, and it was even darker and empty in the distance.
After checking with his eyes to no avail, Qiye tried to close his eyes and search the entire spiritual world below with his thoughts. Treasures have spirits and can be found with breath. But to Qiye's surprise, the entire spiritual world was extremely vast. Thoughts are running like lightning, but the search is still fruitless. And due to using his mind for a long time, Qiye Lingpo also felt very tired.
"We must find it no matter what!" After secretly making up his mind, Qiye ignored his fatigue and looked up at the deep ghost space above his head. Without thinking too much, he closed his eyes again and activated his thoughts as fast as thunder. .
Finally, hard work pays off. In a corner of the top domain, Qiye discovered several wrapped objects that shone slightly with fluorescence. The tired and solemn expression finally relaxed with relief and smiled slightly. No one knew that that smile was the most understanding and at ease that Qiye had smiled in so many years. It was like finding a long-lost relative, so peaceful and settled.
After letting out a long sigh of relief, Qiye put the things in front of him and looked at them carefully again. All the items were as intact as before. After some searching just now, Qiye also roughly understood the appearance of the entire spiritual world: the entire spiritual world is in the shape of a huge funnel, and the flat and huge spiritual power cyclone is located in the center of the entire funnel. Below the cyclone is a deeper darkness. The unknown space, and above the cyclone is a dark space where Qiye's soul is located.
After a preliminary understanding of the entire world, Qiye withdrew his shocked gaze and began to pay attention to the most important treasures in front of him: a black star scroll, a bronze blast scroll, a crystal Emperor Ming Jade, and a colorless and invisible In the secret realm, there is also an exquisite witch knife with jet black light at the end. Qiye scanned these five worldly treasures with red eyes one by one. Although he had never heard of their names, he was sure that no matter where these five treasures were placed outside, they would cause a bloody robbery.
Swallowing slightly with a "Gulu" sound, Qiye cautiously and slightly tremblingly stretched out his right hand, guiding a black star soul scroll into his hand. Then he carefully unrolled it, and saw several large characters with vigorous writing imprinted on the scroll. The scroll was completely unfolded, and the golden characters shone out:
"Nine Heavens Nebula Technique: Heavenly Domain Sea King Technique", an earth-level low-level technique! Training level: Elementary.
After just a few words, a huge message poured into Qiye Lingpo's mind like a torrent: "The Secret of the Sea King in the Sky": Control the power of the heavenly curtains, plan the heart of the Sea King, and win the battle in the boundless domain!
Only a few words made Qiye experience a royal realm that was unattainable in this life, and Qiye's heart was shocked by its vastness for a long time. However, compared to the training formula, there is one thing about this technique that caught Qiye's attention: Master once said that this is an incomplete technique left behind by the demon leader who died on the battlefield, but no matter how incomplete, such a powerful technique can still It should not be something that can be practiced at the level of a junior spiritual practitioner, but it is clearly stated in the technique, what is going on? Qiye said in great surprise.
In this world, the levels of skills can generally be divided into five levels: heaven level, earth level, Xuan level, yellow level, and mortal level, and each level is divided into high, medium and low levels according to the grade.
There have only been seven heaven-level techniques from ancient times to the present, and they were passed down by the "Seven Ancient Kings of War". The earth-level skills are firmly in the hands of the gods and demons. The Xuan-level skills can also be regarded as inherited secrets among the immortal and demon clans, while the average human race masters practice the lowest yellow-level or mortal-level skills. . The higher the level of the skill, the rarer it is and the greater the amount of spiritual power it consumes.
In addition, according to the different levels of the skills, the titles are also different:
The heavenly order is called "Dharma"
The ground level is called "jue"
Xuanjie is called "shu"
Huang Jie is called "skill"
Ordinary levels are called "moves"
The "Heavenly Domain Sea King Technique" is an earth-level skill left behind after the death of the demon leader in the Thousand Years War. Although it is only a fragment, it is a genuine and supreme skill for the human race.
"Don't worry, Master. This disciple will definitely practice hard to become the strongest and will not disappoint your expectations..." Qiye said with serious determination.
Although he only got one of the nine supreme skills, Qiye did not feel regretful about it. It is precisely because of such imperfections that Qiye has the motivation to work hard to achieve perfection. Although Qiye was a little jealous of the other eight techniques, he was not yet lost in greed for them.
The most important thing right now is to take another step. The so-called biting off more than you can chew, and doing things with force will definitely lead to jail time. This truth is what Qiye has truly experienced as a slave porter for so many years: if you forcefully carry a load that you cannot bear, even though you can barely move forward for a while, you will never reach the end, and your own foundation will be crushed.
