The nine inscriptions on the bronze coffin seem to represent something.

The first is the temple of the gods, the second is the endless immortal mountain, the third is the blood-colored demon moon, the fourth is the Buddha's light, the fifth is the demon, the sixth is the void, the seventh is the wind, fire, thunder and lightning, the eighth is the night walk of the hundred ghosts, and the ninth is the Tao.

The young man summed up these nine pictures in a few words, and an astonishing discovery appeared: "The Temple of the Gods represents the 'God', the Endless Immortal Mountain represents the 'Immortal', and the next should be the Demon, Buddha, Demon, and Martial Arts, but what does the seventh wind, fire, thunder and lightning represent?"

The young man frowned, thinking hard, but he couldn't think of a proper word for a while.

"The eighth and ninth should represent ghosts and Confucianism. ”

The young man frowned and pondered, his heart kept rising and falling, could it be that this stone ship was going to carry a bronze ancient coffin and return to a mythical world?

"Immortals, demons, gods and Buddhas, goblins and ghosts, this seems to be the rhythm of mythology......"

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On the dark earth, Yan Qing sat quietly cross-legged, motionless as a wood carved clay sculpture, as if in a strange state.

His face was neither sad nor happy, calm and serene, as if he had sat down.

"What's wrong with this kid, how did he suddenly become like this?"

The Fourteenth Master frowned and kept circling around Yan Qing, he knew that Yan Qing seemed to have entered a certain state, and it was not easy to wake him up rashly.

It's just that this is too abrupt.

One day, two days......

"It's been days, why haven't you woken up yet?"

The Fourteenth Master sat next to Yan Qing boredly, and at this time, a sentence couldn't help but appear in his mind.

"The Human Emperor should really exist, but he's dead......"

At this time, he shook his head, he didn't know why Yan Qing said this, or what Yan Qing had seen.

However, he believes that the human emperor is immortal and is everywhere!

How could the Emperor of Man die......

After a few more days, the Fourteenth Master suddenly noticed that Yan Qing's body exuded a strange aura, which was very peculiar, even he couldn't fathom it.

The breath is light and thick, and finally the wisps are like white lines.

"What is this?"

The Fourteenth Master was very surprised, carefully looked at these wisps of white threads, and reached out to touch them a few times, but found that these white threads were all void existences, and he couldn't grasp them at all.

"Huh?"

Seeing that he couldn't catch it, the Fourteenth Master couldn't help but get more energetic and used various methods to catch these white lines.

"This breath ......"

The Fourteenth Master pondered carefully, "It seems to be the breath of time, how can this kid exude the breath of time?"

Eccentric!

The fourteenth master's face became more and more surprised, and even a little frightened, this kid is really too weird now, what kind of state has he entered?

As time passed, he suddenly saw that Yan Qing had actually drawn in the void.

Divine light came from Yan Qing's hand, slowly outlining a mysterious picture in the void. Slowly, in front of Grandpa Fourteen, a picture appeared, followed by a second, and a third......

Although Yan Qing was slowly drawing, he still hadn't woken up from that state, and maybe he didn't know what he was doing.

"What is this kid drawing, how strange is it?"

The Fourteenth Master was carefully studying the first painting, but he really couldn't see what Yan Qing was painting. It's so messy, like a ghost drawing, that people don't even know what he's drawing.

The first one is messy, and the second is even more messy......

"What the hell is the drawing?"

Grandpa Fourteen grunted, unable to figure out what Yan Qing was drawing, or what she wanted to do.

When Yan Qing finished painting the ninth painting, he erased it with one hand, erasing all the paintings he had drawn, and then continued to start from the first painting.

Painted over and over again.

When Yan Qing painted thousands of times, the Fourteenth Master didn't bother to look at it, and said angrily: "What the hell is this kid painting, what is he going to do?"

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The universe is boundless, and the star fields are endless.

The young man was alone on the stone boat, and as the stone boat traveled away, he didn't seem to feel the passage of time, and when he opened his eyes, it was always a dead starry sky, extremely lonely and lonely.

Sitting quietly on the deck, I felt like I had gone through thousands of years, and I was almost crazy in the face of endless darkness and silence.

"Am I going to die? It's a miracle that I can live so long without eating or drinking, hehe. ”

The young man struggled to open his eyes and look at his dry hands and body. I don't know how many days ago, my body began to dry up, as if it had dried up, and there was only a pair of eyes left in my body and a little bit of life.

The stone boat carrying the bronze ancient coffin, whether it is to return to antiquity or to the other side of the starry sky, this has nothing to do with him.

No longer caring.

Young people miss their old lives......

In this vast universe, there is nothing, but he sits on a stone boat and a bronze coffin and floats alone, and there is nothing left.

Gradually, the young man found that his heart was slowly dying of old age, his hair was graying, and his whole body sat quietly on the deck like a wooden clay sculpture.

Time is in a hurry, and I don't know how many years have passed.

The young man was motionless, as if he was in a state of forgetting everything and himself, not knowing what year it was, not knowing where he was, almost forgetting himself.

The consciousness is sleeping, the soul is sleeping, and there is no perception of the outside world, which is no different from sitting down.

He sat on the deck, the white light emanating from the stone ship constantly washing his body, otherwise he would have died a long time ago.

And, at the time of his dying, a mysterious circle appeared in his soul.

The circle is misty, half light gray, half pale white, slowly turning, some resembling a Tai Chi circle.

The circle slowly turned, pulling his dying soul back, again and again......

I don't know how long it took, but the young man seemed to hear a voice in his dream, a voice that seemed familiar.

So he woke up and opened his eyes.

"Long years, long songs, a drop of bitter wine is a history book, and a drop of blood is a monument!"

The voice seemed to come down from the Nine Heavens, incomparable vicissitudes, with a few wisps of sorrow, hearing it made the soul tremble, and the heart was inexplicably sad.

"Look at the smoke and waves of the ages, and listen to the people and the people sing softly......"

That voice, still desolate and confused.

Calling –

It was precisely because of the call of this voice that the stone boat broke out from under Mount Tai.

The young man slowly opened his eyes, a pair of eyes that had turned dead gray, and looked into the distance with some stiffness, and saw an unopened picture in the distant starry sky.

The scroll is slowly opening, exuding a thousand rays of light.

The picture scroll is very huge, vast and thousands of miles, exuding a little light, like a glowing galaxy in the starry sky, very conspicuous.

The scroll seems to be composed of nine paintings, each of which is lifelike, like a real world, which is extremely peculiar.

It's just that these nine drawings seem somewhat familiar.

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