Aurora is the name given to the people who live in this land, and of course, only those who know that there are other worlds in the heavenly dome will think of giving their world a name.
Whenever people look up at the starry sky, there is always a shock of one kind or another.
After each shock, they wonder if there is another world hidden behind the shining stars in the sky, where the same people are looking up at the sky.
The dark red wasteland was strewn with sword marks, each one deep and powerful, leaving no room for it.
The air is filled with spatial distortion caused by excessive spell casting, and the dim light is refracted into various colors, giving it an illusory feel.
A long sword as bright as autumn water reflects the starry sky.
A man dressed in white and wearing a white mask was holding a long sword, the tip of which pointed at a tall old man.
The old man's chest twitched like a bellows, as if there was not enough air around him.
His eyes, which had been scorching, became dim, and his majestic body was like a dead branch in autumn, trembling when the wind blew.
"What else do you have to say," the man in the white mask said softly, his voice like a puff of sluggish smoke.
"Kill me, you can't stop the people here from looking up at the sky" The old man seemed to have aged for hundreds of years at once, his voice was dry and weak, but the meaning of persistence was particularly strong.
After a chuckle, the man said in a majestic tone, "The heavenly dome is there, and no one will stop the ants from looking up at it."
However, the purpose of looking up to it should be out of worship of the gods.
If it does not, it is blasphemy, and it is subject to divine punishment. ” The old man laughed twice, coughed a few more times, and spat out a few mouthfuls of blood foam, "It's really ridiculous."
When I know that you are just a bunch of walking corpses, I worry about the shadows in the darkness every day, I worry about being seen through by my followers, and I live in fear every day.
You want to control everything, but you can't control yourself.
I know it's a disease, from your blood, from your bones, from your heart.
You're just a bunch of poor people.
Maybe you can kill me today, but I am a free person, and I can enjoy the good day and the beautiful scenery, and enjoy the wind and rain.
And you" "That's enough," the man roared and stabbed out his long sword, the scorching light of the sword seemed to eclipse the stars in the sky.
The long sword pierced the old man's chest, an inch, a minute.
Blood, beads poured out of the blood groove of the sword's spine generally, and the old man's vitality passed bit by bit, like an empty shell that had been drained.
Facing the old man's dying body, the man regained his composure just now, "Since you talked about freedom, I will let you be an immortal puppet, so that you can live forever and cannot be transcended, and the soul slowly collapses, and finally becomes a shell."
Let you see how the world surrenders to our feet, whether it is Aurora, Honggu, Tianxun or the Land of Sleeplessness, in the countless astral planes in the sky, there is a worship of God.
You should be proud as my squire, rest in peace. ” His straight fingers brushed against the old man's stubborn eyes, but those eyes could not be closed for a long time, as if they were making a final struggle.
Chapter 1: Mourning The Baishui River in the west of Yuezhou City flows quietly for more than 2,000 years, silently nourishing the millions of Li people in Yuezhou City, the reeds by the river turn golden yellow every autumn, when the wind rises, a large area of reed flowers dances with the wind, and the flowers are sprinkled all over the river surface, and the scenery is magnificent.
A middle-aged man in a blue robe stood in front of a tomb by the river, looking at the reed flowers that covered the sky and was silent.
This man was eight feet tall, his face was like white jade, his slender eyes were shining with tears, he was not very old, but there were starry white hair on his temples, and in this cool autumn, there was a kind of sadness that could not be concealed.
There was a child standing next to the blue-robed man, about six years old, with a childish face that had not taken off his face, a small hand firmly grasping the corner of the middle-aged man's clothes, and his young body shrunk in the cold wind.
"Yun'er, say goodbye to your mother, we should go back."
The middle-aged man said faintly, his tone was full of sadness, and his mind was still immersed in deep thoughts.
"Mother, Yun'er will come to see you next year, and I will be able to go to the private school next year."
The child's eyes flashed with inspiration, for him this annual ceremony is not much more solemn than going to the private school, the mother is just a shadow in his young heart, he can't see it clearly, he can't touch it, but the gentleman of the private school passes in front of his house every day.
At this time, two monks came on the official road by the Baishui River, one with an old face, his face was wrinkled, he was wearing an earthy yellow coarse cloth monk's robe, a pair of fat shoes with cow tendon soles, and a rosary the size of three hundred and sixty dates hanging around his neck.
The other was a young monk of seven or eight years old, with a childish face, wearing a slightly large light blue monk's robe, and followed the old monk closely.
The two seemed to be discussing something, and the river breeze blew the words of the two into the ears of the middle-aged man, only to hear the little monk say: "Master, I often hear people say that life is short, and you have to endure the suffering of impermanence, and if you want to be detached, you must cultivate the Tao and spend every day on cultivation, so that you can get rid of samsara and stay away from impermanence as soon as possible." ” The old monk stretched out his big fan-like hand and patted it on the little monk's bare little head, and said, "Don't mess around with the little Taoist priests all day long, what knowledge can you have."
Impermanence, suffering, and happiness are all born from the heart, and if the mind is as calm as water, it is a happy land everywhere, even if it is reincarnated, I am afraid that it will do much.
The little monk nodded thoughtfully.
The two of them talked and walked, and after a while, they came to the middle-aged man's side, and the old monk's eyes swept over him, but his body stopped in front of him.
Reciting the Buddha's name, the old monk took out a worn-out bowl and said: "The donor is polite, the monk is a monk who walks on his feet, and has traveled all over the Qingzhou Continent, in order to promote the avenue of Buddhism, and to make a temple and a golden body for my Buddha."
I also hope that the donor will have wealth to give money, and if there is no wealth, he will be good, and follow the old man to recite a Buddha name. ” The middle-aged man took out ten taels of silver from his bosom and put them into the old monk's bowl.
The old monk nodded with a smile on his face, and gradually walked away with the little monk, and after the two disappeared, there was a faint whisper in the river breeze: The impermanence of all actions is the law of birth and death.
Life and death have been extinguished, and silence is joy.
Since you are born and you are thinking, why do you hold on.
Pass on the mantle early, so as not to be born without vain.
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The middle-aged man muttered the verse several times and said, "Let's go."
Then he picked up the child's little hand and walked towards the carved carriage behind him.
The two family members skillfully lifted the curtain of the carriage, and the carriage slowly headed towards Yuezhou City.
This man is Chen Changqing, the big boss of the Qilin Dart Bureau in Yuezhou City, and the chief horn boy next to him is his only son, Chen Yunsheng.
There are two main streets in Yuezhou City, a cross shape divides the city into four parts, and the Qilin Dart Game is located in the northwest corner of the city.
Close to the street, the gatehouse is towering, a stone lion on one side is very mighty, this stone lion is the proud work of the old stonemason in the east of the city, Chen Changqing really spent a lot of silver taels to buy.
Bringing his young son down from the carved carriage and being greeted by the servants into the gate, Chen Changqing just passed through the wall when he met Steward Liu of the dart board.
This person is forty years old and Chen Changqing is the same age, but his face is much older, and he is wearing a blue cotton robe, which looks very decent.
Seeing Chen Changqing bowing and saluting, he said humbly: "Master, Wang Darttou is back, and I have been waiting for you in the living room for a long time." ” A slight smile flashed on Chen Changqing's expressionless face, and he went straight to the living room without delay.
A young Confucian student in his thirties greeted him from the door, with beautiful eyebrows, white teeth and red lips, and a polite and polite atmosphere.
His face was full of joy, and after a long distance, he blurted out: "Big brother, you're back" The young literati is Chen Changqing's second brother, Wang Mian.
He is clever, upright, and his martial arts are not weak, and he is the right-hand man of the Qilin Dart Bureau.
"Second brother has kept you waiting for a long time, I didn't expect you to come back so soon."
Chen Changqing hugged the young scribe with a bright smile on his face.
"No, this trip to the dart went surprisingly smoothly, and there was no obstacle to passing through the state, but there were a few little thieves who coveted the dart silver, and they were directly frightened when they saw the dart flag of our unicorn dart bureau.
This time, the dart money has been reported to the accounting office.
Wang Mian and Chen Changqing entered the living room hand in hand.
"The younger brother went to the capital and brought some gadgets to the eldest brother and the little nephew.
This set of porcelain is called Balin Xianrui, which comes from the handwriting of Qingyuzhai in the capital.
Wang Mian pointed to the table of the Eight Immortals in the room.
There is a set of porcelain on the table, composed of eight porcelain pots, each glaze is bright, the carcass is white, the underglaze is painted with eight unicorns of different shapes, some roar, some bow their heads, some gallop, some frolic, and there is one of the largest fire unicorns, open teeth and claws, step on fireballs, so not mighty, it is not vulgar at a glance.
Next to the porcelain, there are some jade marbles and small people and ponies played by children, each of which is lifelike.
At this time, the servant had already brought the tea, Chen Changqing took two sips, and said to Wang Mian with a little gratitude: "Brother Lao Xian is bothered."
This trip has to pass through several prefectures and counties, although the virtuous brother does not say it, the hard work is naturally not small.
If it weren't for the fact that your sister-in-law's death was approaching, you wouldn't have been able to let your brother go alone. ” "What is the eldest brother talking about, where does his brother need to be so polite."
"The second brother has come back from this trip, and he hasn't gone home to see his brother and sister yet."
"No, they're all back anyway, so there's no hurry."
Wang Mian shook his head and said with a smile.
"Don't worry about the tea, don't drink it, you go home and see your brother and sister.
We have lived a life of licking blood with a knife, my wife and children are scared at home all day long, you don't go back to report safety, come to me and do it tomorrow, we will get drunk again and rest" Although Chen Changqing gave an eviction order, his heart was full of gratitude, if it weren't for Wang Mian's diligence over the years, the Qilin Dart Bureau would not have today's name, according to his mind, the business can make a living.
Wang Mian scratched his head and said a little embarrassedly: "What the eldest brother taught me is that I will go back and see the mother-in-law first, and our brother will be drunk another day." ” After Chen Changqing said goodbye to Wang Mian, he returned to the bedroom alone, looking at a somewhat old sword hanging on the wall in a daze.
"Wenjun, it's your death day again.
It's been five years, and every day I'm like I'm suffering, I can hide the aura on my body, hide my name, hide the dusty blood, but I can't get you back.
What about cultivators, even if I cultivate to the gods, I can't awaken your sleeping soul on the banks of the River Styx.
He took a sip of the wine glass in his hand, and the spicy breath filled his throat.
"In ten days, Yun'er will be six years old.
Today I met an old monk, who pointed out to me in verses, asking me to pass on the mantle to Yun'er as soon as possible, and I am afraid that those people will soon come to the door.
After a while, I will seal the power of the bloodline into his body, and then pass on his sword technique.
In less than ten years, he will inevitably inherit my mantle, and at that time, I will disperse and cultivate and chase after you.
Chen Changqing left two lines of cloudy tears on his cheeks, he was no longer used to crying.
In the secret room of the Qilin Dart Bureau, Chen Changqing sat on a yellow futon, and Chen Yunsheng sat opposite.
He didn't know what his father was going to do, and he was still immersed in the scene of playing with his friends.
Chen Changqing's left hand and two fingers stood in his own air pockets, and there were words in his mouth, and his right hand flew out like lightning, connecting the thirty-two big points around Chen Yunsheng's body like a dragon.
His eyes flashed blue, and he saw through Chen Yunsheng's Zhou Tian meridians.
At this time, a red light emerged from Chen Changqing's heavenly spirit, and the sound like a dragon's chant echoed in the secret room, and the red light gradually turned into a unicorn with teeth and claws, running directly towards Yun Sheng's eyebrows, flashing in.
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Chen Changqing didn't dare to slack off, and hurriedly let go of Chen Yunsheng's acupoint with both hands, guiding the red light to swim in his son's body.
At the beginning, the red surging in the body was vaguely visible, and the blood and blood organs were shining a piece of blood red, which was quite weird.
Slowly, the red light gradually diluted, submerged into the one hundred and twenty-eight acupuncture points of Zhou Tian, especially the Yin Hall.
Chen Yunsheng was like lighting one hundred and twenty-eight small lamps up and down his body, illuminating the secret room red.
This process lasted for half an hour, Chen Yunsheng only felt the heat wave in his body surging, his internal organs seemed to be burned by flames, and the pure fire aura was like a river running in his eight veins of the Qi meridians, suddenly expanding his meridians several times.
Chen Yunsheng felt uncontrollable many times, and when he wanted to stand up, he was forcibly suppressed by Chen Changqing, his whole little face was red, and his lower lip was bitten out of blood.
You must know that this child was born in adversity, although his father has a huge family business, but the real stable life did not last a few days, and his character was resolute and strong since he was a child, and the whole process was endured.
On the other hand, Chen Changqing's situation is not much better, his face is covered with sweat, his face is pale, and the long shirt behind his back has been soaked with sweat, obviously his vitality is greatly damaged.
After the transmission was completed, Chen Changqing didn't say much, just asked his son to retreat and rest, for him, the matter of cultivation will take a long time, and he can slowly learn the method of meditation and vomiting.
Chen Yunsheng didn't have any foundation yet, although he had a spiritual root, he also needed to cultivate step by step.
Chen Changqing did not leave the secret room immediately, but meditated all night to recover the lost true yuan.
Sealing the natal magic weapon into the body of others with the power of true yuan is not common in the cultivation world.
Mainly because not everyone can accept this kind of thaumaturgy.
When the meridians and spiritual root attributes between the recipient and the caster are incorrect, it will often cause great damage to the recipient, ranging from damage to the meridians and death at worst.
The sealed spirit element is not immediately usable, it has to go through the assimilation of the spirit element of the recipient itself, the process is extremely long, and many times there are cases where the recipient cannot assimilate the sealed magic weapon and dies.
Otherwise, so many elders and sect masters of the immortal sect can pass on some magic weapons and exercises to their disciples and disciples in this way, so that the incense of their sect can continue Please share aa2705221: