Between the green mountains and green waters, the peaks dozens of meters high stand abruptly, very steep!

In front of one of the vertical mountain walls tens of meters high, in the vast mid-air, a young eagle is spreading its wings and soaring.

A sharp eagle's cry pierced through the golden stone, resounding in the sky, startling a flock of panicked birds soaring into the distant forest.

Feeling the oncoming wind, the wide wings of the black eagle transformed by Zhao Tian flapped slightly, and with the help of the power of the wind, it slowly glided towards the sky in the distance.

Since the first attempt to fly, Zhao Tian himself has lost count of how long it has been, it seems to be a long time, and it seems to be yesterday.

In the beginning, Zhao Tian always learned not to fly, although he could feel the air currents in the sky, and he could also rely on his wisdom to consider the frequency of each wing flap and the center of gravity of his body.

But for some reason, compared to the other three Black Hawks, who quickly learned to soar in the sky, he never flew far, crooked, more like a plane that could crash at any moment.

Time passed, and gradually, Zhao Tian found that he seemed to have forgotten many things, and even forgot why he came here.

Everything was so quiet, Zhao Tian himself didn't notice it in the slightest, and at some point, even the concept of time was blurred.

With the change, his flying ability is getting better and better, the eagle hits the sky, circles and dives, and gradually has the aura of a true sky overlord.

The wings shrank slightly, and a pair of sharp eagle claws also curled slightly, and Zhao Tian swooped down directly from a height of thousands of meters, turning into a black afterimage that was almost invisible to the naked eye.

On a field of sparse trees, all kinds of wild grasses and shrubs stretch as far as the eye can see.

In the grass, withered yellow and tender green meet, that is, a few colorful flowers swaying in the wind.

There was a soft thud, the grass was parted in the middle, and a brown-yellow hare poked its head out cautiously.

As if sensing something, the hare, which was about to nibble on the tender green grass in front of him, suddenly stopped, looked up vigilantly, and a pair of long big ears were even more erect, guarding against any possible wind and grass around him.

A shrill whistling sound was faintly captured, and the brown-yellow hare pulled out of its legs to run.

But after all, it was too late! A black shadow whizzed through the air, and its claws poked out, directly holding the struggling hare, and suddenly they flew into the sky together.

At the scene, only a piece of grass was left that fell towards the surroundings due to strong wind pressure.

On a rock, a black eagle was pecking at it, and scarlet blood was falling down the stone.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, the black eagle raised his head and looked into the distance, the color of the human in his eyes was slowly fading, and it became sharper and more indifferent, which was the nature of the eagle!

...

The entrance to the huge building complex where the Confucian family's hidden vein is located is unexpectedly empty for some reason.

The children of the Confucian family, who were supposed to be guarding here, did not know where they went, as if the world had evaporated.

Moreover, because of the Wendao Conference that is being held, it has attracted the attention of almost everyone, and at this moment it is even more empty, which is too weird!

The sound of footsteps came from the road that connected the mountain, unhurried, and it was obvious that the people were very casual and calm.

Zhu Xi's long hair was shawl, with a gentle smile, and he slowly walked up the stairs.

"Huh?"

After stepping up the last step of the stairs, Zhu Xi suddenly stopped, revealing an obvious look of surprise.

Standing at the entrance, he began to seriously look at the building in front of him, and a complex rune appeared in the depths of his pupils, as if he was deducing something.

"It's really funny! I don't know how many people can see it. ”

After a while, Zhu Xi showed a thoughtful faint smile on his face, he shook his head and smiled helplessly, as if sensing the gaze of a certain existence, he could only sigh, and walked towards the depths of this building.

At the same time, the mountain behind the Shaolin Temple in Songshan is a space that exists in a dream.

The ancient Sanskrit chanting gently reverberates, washing people's hearts.

The verdant ancient Bodhi trees swayed slightly, as if they were interpreting all the wisdom and magic laws in the world.

There are golden glass Buddha beads, there is a flowing fountain of merit, there is an illusory Buddha phantom turned into a round of the sun, and the golden light shines on this world.

In front of the majestic and quiet Daxiong Treasure Hall, there is agarwood around, and a little monk in white Zheng Jie's house sits in front of the main hall.

His mouth kept whispering, his eyes were calm, but there was compassion around him.

I don't know how long it has been, but the little monk in white is still sitting there, unchanged from many days, as if it wants to continue like this.

"Idiot!"

At some point, a gray-clothed old monk with a bitter face walked out of the depths of the hall, holding a very ordinary wooden box in his dry hand.

"If you want to go, go ahead, but even with this treasure, this catastrophe is inevitable!

Amitabha: Do it yourself. ”

Putting the wooden box in his hand on the ground in front of the white-clothed little monk, the gray-clothed old monk sighed softly, and the expression on his face seemed to become more and more sad.

Without further words, he turned around and walked into the depths of the Daxiong Treasure Hall, leaving only a more and more stiff back.

Silently picked up the wooden box in front of him, and saw that the little monk who was only sixteen or seventeen years old was very firm, and after bowing respectfully, he turned around and hurried towards the outside of the temple.

Soon, the little monk was dressed in white and clean, followed by a huge white tiger ten meters high, and came to a strange place in this space.

A rippling merit is maintained, and the glass rotates, with solemnity, purity, light, and detachment.

At every moment, there are different pictures on the rippling water, such as tall temples with loud voices, ancient Zen houses with blue bricks and blue tiles, collapsed temples buried in the barren grass, and small temples outside the city...

The little monk in white stared intently, watching every change in the picture above.

Until a certain moment, the eyes of the little monk in white suddenly lit up, and without hesitation, he jumped into the merit in front of him.

The huge white tiger, which was more than ten meters high, let out a roar, and also followed closely behind the little monk in white and jumped into the pool.

The sparkling light rippled slightly, and the picture in the water that had just been frozen for a moment began to change again, and the hazy light flowed, and everything was as before.

On the other side, at the site of the Wendao Conference, in the first layer of the nine-story stone tower, Zhao Tian's test continued.

In the illusory and real world, time is constantly passing, month after month, year after year, cold and summer change, spring and autumn rotation, and many things are also quietly changing imperceptibly.

Between a cliff hundreds of meters high, the black eagle transformed by Zhao Tian stood on a protruding rock, a pair of brown eyes staring indifferently at the whole world.

"Something seems wrong? Did I forget something?"

Shaking his head, Black Hawk no longer considered the pointless question, spread his wings, and flew into the nest below.

Today's Black Hawk has long lived alone, and every eagle is lonely, yearning for the sky, yearning for freedom, and is also used to loneliness.

The days went by day after day, and the black eagle chased the wind and the vast sky, hovering over every forest, grassland, and wilderness, looking indifferently at the world.

Occasionally, he would feel a little confused, as if he had forgotten something.

However, after all, he did not remember that the black eagle was still soaring in the sky, hunting his prey, and living his own life as an eagle.

Time passed, year after year, the black eagle gradually grew old from youth to adulthood, and from adulthood to old age, the original sharp beak and claws have long been dulled, and the feathers like black iron have also become dull and lost their former luster.

Only those indifferent eyes, inadvertently, became sharper and sharper.

It was autumn again, and the black eagle spread its wings and circled in the sky, now he was very old, his wings were no longer as powerful as when he was young, and he could only rely on his rich experience to glide in the sky with the help of air currents.

After a long journey, the Black Eagle finally returned to the forest where it was first born in this autumn.

At this moment, the black eagle is even older, and has almost completely lost the ability to hunt, and may starve to death somewhere in the near future.

However, every eagle is proud, and they would rather die resolutely and burst into the last splendor than be reduced to a pile of bones.

Hovering above the original peak, the black eagle raised its head and let out a last piercing roar, and with a flick of its wings, it turned into a black meteor and swooped down towards the cliff dozens of meters high below.

Bang!

A blood flower, brilliant to the extreme, bloomed on the mountain wall full of craggy rocks.

At the moment when this black eagle died, in the deepest part of Zhao Tian's mind, the silver point of light the size of a grain of rice that the true spirit had transformed suddenly burst into a brilliant silver brilliance, covering his soul entirely.

The next moment, the life that belonged to that black eagle, everything, like a dam discharging flood, rushed into Zhao Tian's soul.

This is terrifying! If it weren't for the protection of the True Spirit Light, Zhao Tian might even have schizophrenia, and a major change in personality was a great possibility.

Because, those memories that belong to the Black Eagle are not objectively perceived like watching a movie, but just like Zhao Tian was originally a Black Eagle and experienced everything personally.

Even in a sense, Zhao Tianqian's life experience of more than 20 years is as true as his short life journey as a black eagle.

A cold tear slipped from the corner of his eyes, Zhao Tian slowly opened his eyes, and the last trace of indifferent pride belonging to Black Eagle was completely dispersed.

After a pause, Zhao Tian closed his eyes slightly, wiping away the tears on his face, and then he opened his eyes again, and his gaze became more determined than ever.

Zhao Tian took a step, and under the gaze of countless onlookers around him, under the eyes of people who were surprised, surprised, or curious, he walked up the stairs step by step, and stepped into the second floor of the nine-story stone tower.