Regarding the unbelievable scene that happened in the Spirit Alliance, the people in the Martial Sect still had no idea.

In the camp of Wu Zong, a small single courtyard was specially vacated for Ji Mu and a few people. No matter what else happened, Ji Mu still admired Chu Heyi's superficial skills.

After checking the courtyard and the house, there was nothing wrong with it, and Ji Mu closed the door, which was a sigh of relief. This journey with Lu Qiming finally did not have any more twists and turns, but Mo Chan's entourage attracted most of the attention, for no other reason, Wu Zong's trip to the ancient battlefield was really lacking in clever doctors.

"You're finally of some use, too. Ji Mu said Mo Chan.

Mo Chan gave him a roll of his eyes, too lazy to see it in general.

However, Ji Mu was not ready to put his mind on her, he came to Lu Qiming and sat down. After entering the house, Lu Qiming withdrew the illusion, Ji Mu looked very used to it, and asked him, "What do you think they will do next in this situation?"

Before Lu Qiming could speak, Mo Chan had already intercepted the words, frowned and said, "Don't be endless, he's tired enough today." It doesn't matter. ”

Her tone was not good, but Ji Mu didn't get angry anymore, so she said, "Also, let's do it another day." ”

As soon as the words fell, Ji Mu found that everyone in the room was staring at his face, and felt inexplicable, and couldn't help but say, "What's the matter? I'm not an unreasonable person." ”

“...... No, I said," Mo Chan stopped talking, "You don't think there is something wrong with your eyes?"

Ji Mu was stunned, and subconsciously raised his hand to touch the corners of his eyes, and before his fingertips touched the skin, there was a very slight "tick", he looked down at the palm of his hand, and it turned out to be a drop of red blood.

Only then did Ji Mu realize that his eyes gradually deepened to a severe pain, and his entire field of vision was quickly clouded with a layer of turbid blood.

What's going on? Ji Mu's expression was momentarily dazed.

...... Yes.

Ji Mu suddenly remembered what Lu Qiming had said to him that day, and realized that this was the backlash of the "Heavenly Eye".

He had long ago asked about the usefulness of all the things in Lu Qiming's acceptance ring, among which the "Heavenly Eye" was the most special.

It must be known that the eyes of heaven are all innate, and they are the gifts brought by the accumulation of merits by good people in the world, such as the one owned by the little disciple named Su Jing in Momoyama...... It was the first time that Ji Mu had seen someone peel off the Heavenly Eye from the formation and refine it, just by covering the eyes, ordinary people could have the ability of the Heavenly Eye.

Of course, Ji Mu is going to be decided. Although Lu Qiming said from the very beginning that this is the most yin and evil thing, its essence is actually soul refining, once it is used on itself, it will inevitably be cursed and there is a risk of backlash; Ji Mu didn't care at the time, he was never afraid of the dead, and he didn't believe in curses - especially later, he used these "heavenly eyes" to easily see through Yan Ling's magical powers, and he was only satisfied in his heart, and he had already forgotten Lu Qiming's original warning.

...... He should have been more cautious.

Ji Mu felt regret in his heart, but he couldn't see anything clearly in front of him for a while, and some fragmented scenes flashed in his mind alternately

He knew that this was an illusion, but his mind was still involuntarily attracted by the intense emotions in it, and his anger surged up one after another, and even for a moment he had the urge to gouge out his eyes! Ji Mu was more and more shocked in his heart, but the illusion in his mind became more and more intense, he knew that this time it might be difficult to deal with, so he forced himself to regain a trace of consciousness, and was about to follow the position of his memory to reach out to find Lu Qiming, when he heard his voice first.

"Don't move. ”

Ji Mu felt a cold hand covering his eyes, and his strength was extremely light, like a willow leaf falling on the surface of the lake. At this moment, Ji Mu didn't know why, obviously his condition had not improved, and his mind immediately calmed down.

Lu Qiming sensed for a moment, frowned slightly, and said to Ji Mu: "Close your eyes." ”

Ji Mu hurriedly closed his eyes and sat motionless.

Lu Qiming pierced his fingertips, drew two rune seals, and the blood volleyed into pure aura, penetrating into the skin like rain and mist, soothing the abnormal movement of the soul of the heavenly eye.

Ji Mu's eyebrows stretched out involuntarily, his body relaxed, and leaned forward slightly towards him.

Lu Qiming asked, "Are you better?"

Ji Mu actually didn't feel too much pain anymore, if in the past, he could have completely ignored it, but today his first reaction was, "It's still very uncomfortable," he squinted his eyes and opened a slit slightly, and quickly frowned and closed, and said in a very firm tone: "Yes, it's still not good." ”

Sure enough, no one doubted it. Ji Mu actually felt a little happy, although he didn't know what he was happy about.

But will Lu Qiming find out? Ji Mu held his breath in his subsequent silence, and there was a rare feeling of apprehension in his heart; the moment before Lu Qiming spoke, his nervousness suddenly reached its peak-

But it's not.

Ji Mu was still happy and happy, and he heard a strange rhythm that he had never heard before, very quiet and long. He was already very sensitive to the rhythm of music, and almost instantly listened to it.

Ji Mu quickly realized that this should be a kind of requiem.

Lu Qiming read the language of their world. Ji Mu has also learned from others, and always feels that language sounds very ancient and mysterious, and naturally has power, even for people who can't understand it.

Ji Mu couldn't help but quietly opened his eyes a little more, and through the gap between Lu Qiming's fingers, he saw that the young man's eyes were lowered, and his expression was very soft and calm. He was slightly stunned and began to try to discern the meaning of the Requiem.

At the end of the journey, there is no return.

There is no gain or loss, and there is no infatuation.

The past is gone, and so was yesterday.

Life is like delusion, but death is eternal.

Ji Mu gradually closed his eyes. He listened to Lu Qiming reciting the requiem in a very soft voice, and unconsciously sketched a vague picture in his mind, with dim tones, like an old view of the countryside in the folk countryside, paper lanterns, incense ash burners, few people and silence.

Listen to the dead.

Lu Qiming lowered his eyes and looked at Ji Mu's eyes, looked at another soul through here, and whispered, "The past is gone, the past is scattered, life is not seen, death is timely." ”

The long nights of ancient times were silent, and the big dreams were never left behind.

The heavens and the earth are endless, and the soul should not look back when it dies.

Lu Qiming finished reading the last word and closed his eyes to listen to the silent response of his soul.

The agreement is reached.

The Requiem of their vein is different from the others, and it should not be used at will, because once it is used, it is a promise to fulfill a wish of the resentful spirit, and it must be very important. But this time, Lu Qiming felt that this was the way it should be, and it was also the real original intention he took it from Bai Ling at the earliest.

The soul of a hundred good people is such a nature, even if they are treated by the most cruel means and suppressed for tens of thousands of years, they cannot be freed, if they are replaced by other powerful ghosts who have already become bloodthirsty and murderous, this soul will never be like this, and no matter how resentful it is, it will not be more than that.

And this is precisely what makes people even more unscrupulous.

Lu Qiming slowly withdrew his hand, put it back on the stove, and repeatedly rubbed the lines of the furnace wall with his fingertips that had just been punctured, his eyes were cold and sober.

Ji Mu noticed him stop, looked up and asked, "Are you going to set this soul free in the future?"

He understood the requiem.

Lu Qiming said: "Yes." Then he paused, and suddenly smiled.

But Ji Mu saw that he was not happy, and he did not smile because of relief.

Lu Qiming noticed Ji Mu's sudden silence, raised his eyes to look over, and asked slightly with his eyes.

Ji Mu stood up suddenly. The rest of the people looked at him, thinking that he was going to say something important.

“...... I went out. You too," Ji Mu paused, his eyes were still on the young man, and he quickly moved away, and finally just said.

"Rest early. ”

With that, he turned around, hurried over and opened the door, leaving the three men in the room looking at each other.

Qiao Ji reacted quickly, bowed slightly towards Mo Chan, and then followed Ji Mu out of the door.

Only two people walked away, and the room suddenly seemed much empty. Mo Chan picked her eyes and looked at the slightly swaying door over there, revealing a playful smile with a hint of surprise.

"Don't you think," Mo Chan sat down in Ji Mu's position just now, half of her body leaned on the desk, and looked at him with one hand on her chin, "Ji Mu has been a little strange lately?"

Lu Qiming lowered his head and wiped his fingers one by one with a silk handkerchief, and said lightly: "What's the matter with me." ”

Mo Chan was speechless for a while.

She watched as he slowly folded the handkerchief outwards cleanly, and a cluster of fire ignited in his fingertips, which burned in an instant. I don't know if it's an illusion, Mo Chan always felt that the color of the firelight was unusually bright red, far more than any spiritual fire she had ever seen, which made her heart beat inexplicably, giving birth to a bit of a weird chill.

Mo Chan sat up straight slightly, and suddenly wanted to leave.

Lu Qiming's eyes turned to her and asked, "Tired?"

“...... It's a little. Mo Chanqiang stood up with a smile, and drove the chair to wipe the ground with a screeching sound, startling herself. She hurriedly took a few more steps back, straightened her chair with her hands, and pretended to turn her head to look at the sky, forgetting that the window was closed, and only a few dull rays of light came through the half-open door.

If Lu Qiming hadn't seen it, he said, "Then let's go." ”

Mo Chan actually felt relieved. She nodded, forced a smile, and then turned and hurriedly retreated. Before leaving, she silently closed the door, and the room suddenly became even more silent and dim.

......

Lu Qiming has no intention of lighting the lamp, and it doesn't affect anything.

He glanced at the simple furnishings around him, turned his wheelchair, and began to remove some of the objects in the ring.

After that, it should not be too short to stay here.

"Every time I come over, I see something very interesting. ”

Cheng Yuan had been sitting on the edge of the bed not far behind Lu Qiming and watching, and only then did he speak. He picked up a lamp at random, and with a light blow, the wick of the candle was lit, faintly dyed, and shook to illuminate most of the room.

Cheng Yuan looked at the lamp twice, then turned off the lamp, looked up and joked: "Can you see clearly?" ”

Lu Qiming smiled with his back to the light, and raised his hand to push the drawer up.

“...... The soul does not look back. Cheng Yuan hummed and sighed: "It's really nostalgic to hear it again after so long." I remember, when I was young, the old Taoists in the city sang this tune, very ordinary, very ordinary, everyone knew it, and I could hear it everywhere I went...... But that was a long, long time ago. I'm afraid not many people will use it now. ”

"I'm not in it for nostalgia. Lu Qiming said calmly: "He only taught me this." ”

"yes, that's harsh. Cheng Yuan couldn't help but smile and said, "Did you really never doubt it?"

Lu Qiming turned his head slightly sideways, and the light slanted on his eyebrow bone, casting a shadow on his eyelids. He suddenly smiled, "What about you? Have you ever doubted the truth?"

"At this moment, this world, and yourself," Lu Qiming turned the wheelchair with his low hand, faced Cheng Yuan head-on, and asked with a smile: "Why can't it be fake?"

Cheng Yuan gradually frowned, looked at him, and sneered after a moment: "If you still want to escape reality in this way, it will be ridiculous, and I will have a lot less fun." ”

Lu Qiming noticed the change in Cheng Yuan's expression, but he didn't see what he was looking for. Retracting his gaze in disinterest, he said, "Don't worry." ”

"Not the best. Cheng Yuan was too lazy to deal with it, so he said, "Okay, enough talk, let's talk about something else...... Today I can listen to your explanation. ”

Lu Qiming thought for a while and said, "Eternal Silence?"

"Knowingly asked. Cheng Yuan got up, walked closer slowly, and sat down face to face with the young man.

"It's not as good now as it was then, and you know how much effort I've put into this. The nine supernatural powers, the nine candidates, and the subsequent appearance of the Eternal Silence Terrace were all planned well, but as soon as you came over—bang, it was all messed up. Cheng Yuan made a random gesture of explosion and smiled, "To be honest, I'm really unhappy right now. ”

"But you could have stopped me. Lu Qiming didn't look up, his voice was calm, "Why not?"

Cheng Yuan only looked at him and did not speak.

"Because," Lu Qiming said in a low voice, "You and I both know what the Eternal Silence Terrace is." ”

It has the core that was refined by the Chengyuan God back then, and it is a true God-made thing, but it is not allowed by the rules of heaven and earth in this world. If Cheng Yuan wants to truly bring it into this world, he must find a way to deceive the rules of heaven and earth.

The name Eternal Silence Terrace originates from the original folk legends of this world, and has been passed down by countless people from ancient times to the present. When it was given the name "Eternal Silence Terrace", it was the legend and luck that inherited the name - this was the first step. The more people believe that Eternal Silence is a treasure and the more they are filled with desires for it, the more it is taken for granted that Eternal Silence exists in this world.

Later, Cheng Yuan created an opportunity for a group of cultivators with strong qi and luck to enter the ancient battlefield to fight, fight, and shed blood for the eternal silence platform, and in the process, their luck would gradually gather on the eternal silence platform, assimilating the breath of the eternal silence platform with this world, until they were familiar with and recognized by the rules of the world.

In the end, the Eternal Silence Terrace will be temporarily recognized by one of the Atmospheric Transporters, and it will pass through the spatial barrier of the ancient battlefield and enter the outside world - at that time, Cheng Yuan will be able to use the power of the Eternal Silence Platform in this world without any scruples.

But now......

"It's too early and too coincidental. Lu Qiming put his hands on the stove slightly, his expression was a little sleepy, "The treasures that are deliberately placed in front of them, most people will only be vigilant rather than gullible." Such a hastily completed eternal silence platform is, of course, not perfect. ”

Cheng Yuan sneered: "Wasn't it you who diverted their attention from the Eternal Silence Terrace? ”

"Then the Eternal Silence Terrace will only circulate among a limited number of people," Lu Qiming asked, "This is also what you want to see?"

Cheng Yuan sneered, didn't say anything, looked Lu Qiming up and down, and said, "You think so much about me?"

Lu Qiming also looked at him and said, "Don't you understand?"

Cheng Yuan smiled slightly, and looked at the young man for a long time, "But I want to hear you say it yourself." ”

"Good. Lu Qiming nodded calmly and said, "There are some things I can do for you, so it's better than you killing me directly." ”

Cheng Yuan found it funny and deliberately teased him: "Anything is okay?"

Lu Qiming looked at him and didn't speak.

"Don't you hate me?" Cheng Yuan said with a smile: "Then I'm really flattered." ”

Lu Qiming smiled and asked, "Then do you dare to use it?"

"I'm good to say, it's just ......" Cheng Yuan paused, and said with a lazy smile: "Are you not going to ask for all the ways of the sages that Taiyi taught you?"

Lu Qiming smiled.

"What are you laughing at," Cheng Yuan raised an eyebrow, "or ...... Do you think that's ridiculous?"

Lu Qiming said: "I only ask you, do you want me to continue?"

Cheng Yuan smiled, leaned back on the chair with his shoulders folded, and sighed: "Let you live, it may not be more beneficial than you die." ”

Lu Qiming said lightly: "Then you can kill me after using me, killing two birds with one stone." ”

Cheng Yuan laughed when he heard this.

"To tell you the truth, what you said today," Cheng Yuan stood up, reached out and dusted off the hem of his clothes, and sneered, "I don't believe a word." ”

Lu Qiming was indifferent and said, "But it doesn't matter. ”

"Yes, it doesn't matter. Cheng Yuan nodded in agreement.

He raised his finger to draw the young man's emaciated cheeks, and said pityingly, "Work hard, keep struggling, and go with anticipation—"

Cheng Yuan hooked the corners of his lips, "Guess the result." ”

......

......

The room was silent again.

Lu Qiming's eyes stared at the place where Cheng Yuan had disappeared, and a sneer flashed. He quickly retracted his gaze, turned his wheelchair, and placed the commonly used elixirs one by one in the vicinity.

When he turned sideways, the afterglow swept over the corner bronze mirror, the mirror was dim, and the candlelight was shadowy, and the moment he saw that face, Lu Qiming almost thought that Cheng Yuan was still here.

But soon, he realized that it was him.

Lu Qiming stopped what he was doing and looked at the bronze mirror calmly.

Only he knew what a crazy anger had stirred up in his heart at this moment.

But Lu Qiming finally just looked away casually and continued to put a white porcelain medicine bottle away. Only the bronze mirror silently dispersed into powder.

Eternal Silence was also something he needed, so Lu Qiming didn't mind helping Cheng Yuan to complete it. In Cheng Yuan's eyes, he had no choice but to do things for him - but what about Cheng Yuan's death?

Since the opposite is true, he can stop caring about anything that happens in the process.

What makes Lu Qiming feel a little troublesome now is actually another thing.

He lowered his gaze, silently staring at the black thread between his fingers that only he could see. The end of the thread pierces the void, each connected to a person.

But it's not enough.

He was originally going to directly control everyone as soon as he entered the Martial Sect camp, but he was surprised to find that only a few people succeeded. Lu Qiming quickly realized the rule that only those cultivators who had received his gifts and had a causal deficit would be able to establish a direct connection.

And the better ones will undoubtedly take extra time.

Never mind. Lu Qiming closed his eyes a little sleepily.

Having waited so long, he could have been a little more patient.