As the conference continues, so does the appreciation. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Thirty-one exhibits, the exhibition style has been maintained in an interspersed mode, a sculpture, a blade, a calligraphy, and so on.

And just when Dong Qinghai and his entourage were constantly appreciating the great master-level works, and were shocked by the strangeness of the works again and again, on the other side, the second group of people finally came to the tenth layer.

At the same time, immediately after, at the point near noon, the third group of guests also boarded the magic cloud platform.

"Master Tong, you said that the two of us came over rashly without saying hello, and the old man wouldn't be angry, right?"

In the third group of guests, a young man with a thief's eyebrows and a young man who kept looking around whispered to his companion beside him.

If Xiao Tie was here at this time, he would definitely be able to recognize it, weren't these his two funny apprentices, Zhu Sheng and Tong An?

Tong An glanced at Zhu Sheng, quite helpless: "Can you stop saying it? Over and over again, is it interesting? Also, even if the master blames me, what does it matter to me? If you are unlucky, my task is completed anyway." ”

Zhu Sheng's face darkened, and he was speechless all of a sudden.

Isn't it?

Originally, when he came to Nameless Town this time, Tong An should have been the only one, because the task given to them by Xiao Tie had been completed by Tong An, and this time he came over, it can be said that it was justified, but his task was that he didn't even find a clue, if it weren't for the fact that this opportunity was really rare, he wouldn't have followed him so early to be scolded.

However, it's over, it's impossible for Zhu Sheng to go back, right?

The sullen Zhu Sheng had already begun to secretly think about how to answer when he was discovered by Xiao Tie.

......

Tenth floor.

With the arrival of the second group, the first hall was lively again.

However, the grades of this batch are obviously different, there is no supreme among them, and naturally no one can resist the coercion of that sculpture, so that these people can only watch from afar, dare not approach, and are heartbroken.

But this group of people also has their own gains.

Although they are not supreme and cannot get direct gains from sculpture, on the contrary, these people are special professions, like pilgrimages, worshipping and eager to absorb the knowledge they need from sculpture to improve their skills.

Immediately after the second hall, appreciate the Kunlun mirror.

This time, because there is no taboo of sculpture, everyone has tried it, and the harvest is unimaginable.

However, because of the large number of people, the time they spent must have taken a lot longer than that of the Supreme Party.

However, even if it is long, based on an average of 10 seconds of 'reincarnation', a 'pseudo-Kunlun mirror' is enough to help ten people carry out 'reincarnation' at the same time, and the second batch has a total of more than 20,000 people, which is not unacceptably long, it is only about 7 hours, after all, the tenth layer belongs to the high-end appreciation area, so don't worry about time.

In the case that the number of people who appreciated it every day was only two batches, although the third group had already arrived outside the second hall early, it did not cause the slightest impact.

And when the second group of people came to the third hall, the supreme and his party had already appeared in the sixth hall, and the time difference was just perfectly separated.

......

"Master, this, are these really the works of that person? This, this is also incredible!"

Follow the crowd to the third temple.

He Xian'er looked incredulous, she suddenly found that her understanding of Xiao Tie seemed to be just the tip of the iceberg, and Xiao Tie became more and more mysterious in her eyes.

Unlike He Xian'er, although Miao Yinyun was also a little surprised, it was not shocked, or in her opinion, it was not unacceptable that Xiao Tie, who was able to perform mysteriously and unpredictably eighty-eight years ago, could have such ability.

In a trance, Miao Yinyun returned to eighty-eight years ago, Xiao Tie was left and right under his noses, and finally turned the tide, performing the long-lost stunt 'Spirit Wind Pulse Interception Hand', and finally disappeared directly out of thin air under the eyes of two heaven-level powerhouses and hundreds of birthday guests.

Shaking his head, Miao Yinyun didn't think much more.

In the third hall, there is a calligraphy written with an iron plate as paper and a carving knife as a pen.

There is only one sentence in the copy.

However, when everyone, including Miao Yinyun, admired the calligraphy, the scene fell silent for a while.

Three thousand years before the devil

Looking back, mortal dust is not an immortal

In this world, no one knows Ergen's "Seeking Demons", no one knows the story of the young man named Su Ming in this sentence, and naturally they don't know what this sentence represents.

However, no matter who it was, when they silently read this sentence in their hearts, they were all stunned!

A sense of heaviness, a strange power in the dark emerged from the bottom of everyone's heart, as if a hazy curtain was being lifted in front of them, and a magnificent world was telling them something......

It's a blurry picture, but it's extremely profound.

In the blur, they did not see the slightest picture behind the curtain, only vaguely saw the unyielding figure of a young man......

But in the blur, there is an unforgettable, panicked world, which almost overwhelms them, but they faintly realize something from it.

That's what 'demon' means......

I don't know how long it has been, but people have come to their senses from this state one after another.

The people who came to their senses did not disturb the others, but without exception, let out a silent sigh.

Even they don't know what they're sighing about.

There are thousands of emotions in one heart, but it is impossible to say what this emotion is.

In the midst of the contradictions, it almost makes people go crazy, and they can't wait to look up to the sky and let out a long howl.

After a long while, everyone was silent, and they bowed deeply to the calligraphy in tacit understanding.

Because they knew very well that at this moment, their hearts had changed, and they had been changed by a piece of writing.

It was an invisible sublimation, although everyone didn't know what they had gained at this time, but they knew very well that this must not be a bad thing, and from this calligraphy, they had gained a great harvest, which would be of unimaginable help to their future martial arts cultivation.

"Three thousand years before the devil, looking back at the mortal world and not being an immortal ......"

An old man muttered to himself, his eyes full of thought.

He doesn't know what 'Demon' is, there is no concept of Demon in this world, and the only thing that has anything to do with 'Demon' is Warcraft, but the 'Demon' in front of him obviously has nothing to do with Warcraft.

However, he roughly understood the meaning of the word 'demon', and Xiao Tie poured it into the text of the script, about the essence of the book "Seeking Demons", as long as he is not a dull person, he will definitely be able to understand the meaning of 'demon'.

He doesn't know what 'immortals' are, and there is no 'immortal' in this world.

However, when these sentences are connected, it gives the old man a kind of enlightenment.

A heavy and obscure realization.

In a trance, the old man's heart flashed in the second hall, the experience of his life at the time of 'reincarnation', and the memories echoed in his mind, and the old man who had already experienced the baptism of 'reincarnation' once again filled his whole body and mind with that unforgettable mood.

At this moment, the old man had mixed feelings in his heart, and he made up his mind in his heart.

Martial arts is what he has sought most in his life, but what has he gained by pursuing martial arts all his life?

Silently leaving the third hall, the old man turned around and bowed deeply to this temple again, and resolutely left the nameless town.

He was homesick, desperate!

Even if you wait for a day, you can't wait!

After experiencing 'reincarnation', and then experiencing the washing of words, the old man finally found his home!

For the sake of martial arts, he has lost too much, although he has not given up martial arts so far, but he suddenly found that his previous attachment was so stupid and pathetic!

Relatives and friends were lost one by one, some were invisible, some were related to him, he didn't care about all this, or in other words, he selectively ignored all this!

However, at this moment, as the memories of the scenes in his heart were awakened, he suddenly realized that he was wrong, ridiculously wrong!

"Old man, what are you cultivating for?"

"Looking back on hundreds of years of life, what is left of the old man except for this martial arts cultivation that is not low in height?"

"Three thousand years before the devil, looking back at the mortal world and not being an immortal ......"

"The original intention has been lost, and I regret not ...... at the beginning"

The old man is not the only one who does this.

When leaving the third temple, among the more than 20,000 people, in a moment, hundreds of people left the nameless town in silence, just like the old man.

There are many more who are lost in thought.

Someone burst into tears, muttering the words on the post, and the murmuring voice was full of remorse and sorrow, making the listener cry: "Three thousand years before the devil, looking back at the mortal world and not being an immortal...... Hehe, it's a pity, I understand now, it's too late!~"

Isn't it?

Many people feel the same way!

I didn't understand these things and lost too much, but when they finally understood at this moment, they suddenly found that when they looked back, they didn't even have a chance to regret it!

Call!~

Miao Yinyun's eyes showed a hint of red, and she exhaled a deep breath of turbidity, and muttered in a low voice in bitterness: "Xian'er, after this incident, let's go back." ”

There is no doubt that even if it is a wonderful sound, there are too many thoughts in my heart at this moment.

She is the proud daughter of the sect, and eighty hundred years ago, she was regarded as the hope of the future successor of the entire sect.

However, she failed to live up to the high expectations of all her classmates and her teacher, and her heart was broken and she was decadent for a hundred years.

For a hundred years, her heart was closed and she didn't ask about the world.

Back then, when Shizun died, she was still in retreat and longed for a breakthrough, but now, looking back, her heart was completely touched.

She plans to go back.

Although she went back now, it was useless, and what she had lost had been lost, so she could only kneel in front of the grave of her master and weep.

However, she didn't want to be wrong again and again.

Although Shizun has passed away, she still has her senior sister, her classmates, and her disciples, who have also broken their hearts for her in the past hundred years......

"Hmm!~"

Hearing Miao Yinyun's words, He Xian'er couldn't help but shed tears, and then nodded again and again with joy.

In the past 100 years, He Xian'er is the only one who knows the most about Miaoyinyun.

But it is precisely because of this understanding that she knows what kind of situation her master has been in over the years, and that state has made her heart like a knife, but she is helpless.

Because she knew that it was Miao Yinyun's inner demon, it was her obsession, and if she hadn't figured it out herself, outsiders would never be able to change it.

She has been waiting for this moment to come, and this wait, that is, more than ten years.

Now, the moment has finally arrived.

As if it was herself who untied the knots in her heart, He Xian'er was like a child, crying and laughing at the same time......

Miao Yinyun looked at He Xian'er's appearance, and the tears finally couldn't hold back, and fell directly, and her red eyes looked at He Xian'er dotingly: "Xian'er, all these years, you've worked hard......"

"No, Xian'er is not bitter at all, as long as you can be good, Xian'er is happier than anyone else!"

......

One by one, they entered the second and third halls, and one after another, the lost souls of the people suddenly woke up.

These people.

Some left Nameless Town directly, while others stayed.

Those who leave, can't wait to make up for their mistakes and defend their future.

Some of them are left behind because they have become homeless.

But more than that, it is a kind of patience in repression.

Because each of them has already made a decision, but their approach is more subtle than that of other eager people.

......

The appreciation continues, and one work after another continues to be presented.

However, everyone's mood has completely changed, and there is no excitement at the beginning, and there is only piety and solemnity.

Don't say anything else.

In the past, there was not a single work like the 'Pseudo-Kunlun Mirror' and that calligraphy, and this alone was enough to make everyone maintain 120,000 points of respect for the authors of these great master-level works.

In the fourth hall, a sculpture of the Buddha appeared in the temple, and the people who had just received the cleansing of their hearts felt a rare peace and tranquility from this sculpture, which relieved the irritability that was already extremely impetuous and almost crazy.

In the fifth hall, a treasure knife named 'Ming Hong' shows the power of the spiritual weapon.

In the sixth hall, a calligraphy engraved with the words of the entire 'Sauvignon Blanc, Mountain Journey' once again made many people feel the same way.

......

It's night.

The seventh floor of Nameless Town.

A small blue crystal bird was elegantly lying on a soft collapse, and next to the bird, a tired figure woke up faintly.

"Hmm~ my head hurts......"

For half a month in a row, thirty great master-level works, almost sleeplessly, Rao is Xiao Tie cultivation has improved a lot, but he can't bear it at all, and when the last work is completed, he can't wait to inform Mo Qingfeng of the news, and then fall asleep.

However, Rao is like this, when he woke up, Xiao Tie still felt a splitting headache, which was the sequelae of mental power overdraft again and again.

Gu Dong Gu Dong slowly poured a sip of water, and then I felt a lot more comfortable.

"Whew!~ I don't know how the appreciation meeting is going now......"