The green light around Qiuqiu was just enough for her to see the corners of Elder Zhou's robes clearly, but she couldn't see anything more.

Walking not far away, when Qiuqiu turned back, he couldn't see the place just now.

But she could feel that Shi'er was there, waiting for her.

When I think of this autumn, I have confidence.

Elder Zhou led Qiuqiu across a long stone rope bridge, those bridge cables were all interlocking with stone carvings, and when the wind blew, those heavy stone ropes did not move, not even a sound.

Who built this bridge?

Elder Zhou didn't know her, so what did he have to say to her?

After crossing the stone rope bridge and going up a long stone staircase, Elder Zhou stopped.

Qiuqiu stopped, she still couldn't see anything clearly in front of her, and she couldn't ask if she had any questions in her heart.

Is this the end of it?

Elder Zhou took a step to the side of the road: "The road ahead, Qiu Zhangfeng will walk over by himself." ”

Hey? Elder Zhou, is it really appropriate for you to lead people halfway through and then leave your hands alone?

Qiuqiu said that if this was a different time and place, he would have to turn around and run and shout for help.

Qiuqiu tentatively took a step forward.

Nothing out of the ordinary.

The ground under his feet has not been deliberately leveled, and there are some potholes. The thin soles of the shoes stepped on, and the soles of the feet were a little uncomfortable.

Her footsteps were silent, but a faint echo could be heard as she walked along the road. The sound of her shredded footsteps was heard far away and bounced back, lingering in her ears.

This section of the road seems to be getting narrower and narrower.

She stretched out her hand and unsurprisingly touched the stone wall.

There are also patterns on the stone walls, which are not smooth.

The blue light around her body could make her vaguely see a little bit of the patterns.

The sculptures seem to be coherent narrative pictures.

There are mountains and rivers above, and there are birds and beasts.

Of course, there are people.

Qiuqiu's ability to look at pictures and speak is not strong, but she can see it. There are nine people on the picture, and they are not ordinary people.

In the next picture, what ceremony are they performing?

This is...... The first few patriarchs of Jiufeng?

Qiuqiu looked down again. There were more people below, and there was a surge of people. There are many disciples and they are quite prosperous, and it seems that these murals should tell the history of Jiufeng's founding.

The ninth peak heard that he was in charge of the inheritance of the sect, so he should be able to see something here that he couldn't see elsewhere.

Qiuqiu walked forward step by step, the mural was carved by someone I don't know, the lines are simple, but the texture is clear. Lifelike.

Qiuqiu even forgot her original intention, and the more she watched it, the more fascinated she became.

In the beginning, everything was simple. All of them are very motivated and thinking in one place. What happened in the process was simple and moving.

But as more and more people came, gradually, everything changed in taste. There is not a lot of harmony between the disciples of the sect. On top of the mural in front of Qiuqiu, there was a person lying on the ground, dead.

The cause may be the competition between the disciples, or it may be the vindictive spirit and hatred......

But in short, this unexpected death was the beginning. A chaotic time ensued. In order to get justice for him, more people became involved in this dispute, and more and more people died.

Eventually, someone came out to clean up the mess.

This person is the first head of Jiufeng.

He should be a fair man, and everyone should be willing to accept his mediation and disposition.

Qiuqiu's footsteps stopped.

She saw the prisoners, who first appeared in the drawings on the stone wall.

In the past, she felt that the existence of the executioner was terrifying.

But now it seems that if it were not for the deterrence and regularity of the executioners, perhaps the reality would have seemed even more terrifying.

There are no rules. Besides, with so many people gathered together, if they went their own way and had no scruples, maybe the sect of Jiufeng would have ceased to exist a long time ago.

The murals are certainly not a product of the same era, and the textures of the brushstrokes in the carved paintings are slightly different, but the narrative is in the same vein, very objective, and the stance seems calm and ruthless, recording all this from the perspective of a bystander.

The picture above is clear at a glance, without a single word of annotation and description. Perhaps everyone who sees these murals will have a completely different understanding and feeling.

Qiuqiu took a deep breath and continued to walk forward.

There was a period of time in which Jiufeng fell into chaos, and even weakened for a while. But then again, everyone worked together to make the sect flourish again.

The process of this effort is moving.

Qiuqiu later focused on finding the palms of the ninth peak inside.

But they are rarely seen.

The peak master of the seventh peak has always been single-handed, and there is not even a boy who serves by his side, and the disciples have almost never received it, and he is a standard loner. Compared to the other peaks, the seventh peak was silent and lonely. However, among these major events in the history of the Nine Peaks, there are many places where the figure of the Seventh Peak can be found.

Qiuqiu stopped again.

The picture shows a woman drawing a formation with blood and spiritual power all over her body.

Although everything on the picture is black and white, including the blood that flows, it is a frighteningly dry ink, but the tragedy and poignancy of the scene seem to be real unfolding in front of your eyes.

This is also the former head of the seventh peak.

With a mood of almost awe, Qiuqiu's fingertips lightly touched the stone wall, and gently swept over the huge and complex formation.

Many questions are answered at this time.

Everything on the stone wall allowed Qiuqiu to see a real and complete Nine Peaks.

How was this sect founded, how many ups and downs it has experienced, and how many amazing and brilliant characters have appeared. Although it has internal and external difficulties, it has always stood tall, adhered to its original intention, and has never been defeated or defeated.

…… Ah, this is......

Shang Zhen senior?

Qiuqiu's eyes widened and she got closer to take a closer look.

That's right, it's Shang Zhen's senior.

Holding a pen, pulling the placket of the clothes, standing by the flowers and starting to draw, except for Shang Zhen's predecessors. Probably there will never be a second person in the history of Jiufeng.

The pen in her hand is also very familiar.

Isn't that ink-cream?

Her eyes are full of paintings, and she can really be called a painting idiot. Except for painting, probably everything else in this world is out of her eyes.

Shang Senpai seems to be a very simple person. She doesn't pay attention to anything else except painting. Or even if she wanted to pay attention, she didn't understand it at all. She didn't feel the intrigue outside at all, and she didn't pay attention to her solicitation or exclusion by others, and she didn't even notice any difference at all.

In the end, the paper crane in her pen became a real crane, broke out of the paper, and Shang Zhen disappeared without a trace.

Everyone said that she had ascended to enlightenment.

But Qiuqiu really couldn't figure it out.

What is it like to be enlightened?

Where did the people go after the ascension?

Qiuqiu suddenly thought of a slogan that she had heard in her previous life.

It seems to rush out of the earth and into the universe?

She couldn't help but laugh.

Certainly not so.

None of this can be explained by scientific reason.

Just like what she's going through right now. It completely turned everything she had learned in her previous life on its head.

For example, where does the spiritual power in the body come from?

How can a person break through gravity and fly?

Not to mention the elders who are already hundreds of years old and still alive.

None of them can be explained by those principles.

Of course, there is more to the stone wall than the seventh peak.

There is also the inheritance of the ninth peak. The mystery of the ninth peak is simply much more serious than that of the seventh peak. No matter what status a person was before, once he became the head of the ninth peak, he would disappear from everyone's sight. Deep and simple, living for a long time in the almost isolated ninth peak.

It's really not easy.

What they do is not understood by most people, and they are even hated and feared. Friends drifted apart, and the same family even slowly forgot about this person completely.

The inheritor is so lonely and heavy.

What is depicted on the screen. The era is getting closer.

Qiuqiu unconsciously became nervous.

Another despicable murder appears in the mural.

If it happens within the sect, it will kill each other with the sect.

The person who was murdered should be Shi'er's mother and the former head of the seventh peak.

Qiuqiu stood in front of the stone wall, so nervous that she completely held her breath.

There can be such a vicious person.

That's what happens.

Qiuqiu felt something blocked in her chest. She was so choked that she couldn't breathe.

It wasn't the first time she'd seen such a sin in a mural, but something else was too far away from her. She didn't know those people either, she didn't have friendships, and she couldn't talk about concern. When I saw it, I was at most embarrassed and sighed.

But this time it was different.

This is Shi'er's mother, and Qiuqiu can feel a kind of pain at this time.

She clutched the placket of her chest tightly, as if this could suppress the blood and impulses that ran around her chest.

She lingered in front of the mural for a long time before slowly moving forward again.

This road is like a road of time, she has passed through this long time, and this short journey seems to have gone through thousands of years of vicissitudes.

"Ah......h

Qiuqiu was surprised.

She saw a man appear in the painting.

One...... Little girl.

She followed Shi'er, who still looked like a teenager, to Jiufeng and settled in Fengxian Pavilion.

She looks childish, but she seems very intimate with Shi'er, and she doesn't see her at all.

This is......

Qiuqiu's fingertips gently touched her face, her hair, her clothes......

This is, this is ......

She already had the answer in her mind, but she wasn't sure yet.

It is, herself.

It was the autumn and autumn of the past.

It's her forgotten past.

Looking at the static and solidified murals, Qiuqiu was nervous and out of breath.

She didn't expect to see herself on this.

She was so curious about the past, but no one could tell her in detail what she had done and what she had experienced.

ps：

It's raining and it's cooled down today. RP

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