In the vast ancient otherworldly time and space, Long Qianqiu and Liang Wendao stood in the air, and the stars were dotted in the unusually quiet night around them. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The powerful and incomparable Yuan Force in the Heavenly Mirror fluctuated like a raptor that was temporarily restrained. A devastating force condensed in that circular space. In the end, they all turned into a mirror-like light space-time.

There are three different scenes in the Babel Mirror, each with a dim background and a large number of figures.

The first scene is just a painting.

This painting is a common picture of the Four Gentlemen. Plum orchid bamboo chrysanthemum, respectively occupy four directions, plum blossoms and orchids are red, only the chrysanthemum flowers are pure white, looks very eye-catching.

Plum blossoms, orchids, and chrysanthemums are almost as tall in the picture, with only one bamboo, standing tall from the bottom of the painting to the end, looking down on the other three plants.

There was a young man next to him holding a dragon-shaped kettle to water these flowers and trees, and the dragon-shaped kettle had human-like hands, holding the boy's arm tightly.

In a flash, the first scene has passed, and the second scene appears, which is a continuous scene that is constantly changing.

A starry sky also appeared in the mirror, which was more real than the starry sky in front of him, because under the starry sky was a vast continent.

The sun and the moon rise, and the day and night alternate on the continent. It was a twilight hour on the continent, when the last sunset in the west sank behind the mountains and the sky was getting darker.

However, just as the sky was about to darken, a thick layer of black clouds rolled in from the western sky. Even if the sky has darkened, it is still clear which are the black clouds that are rolling in and which are the dark skies.

Because these black clouds are so dark and thick that they seem to drown everything in the world in this darkness.

The black clouds were dense and thick, slowly expanding from the western horizon to the eastern horizon, and then slowly obscuring half of the sky like a tight black curtain.

There was a noisy crowd on the ground, looking in horror at the western sky. The strange thing is that everyone's faces are blank, as if a painter has painted a portrait, but leaves a blank space on the face, which looks very weird.

Long Qianqiu quietly looked at the black clouds rolling down from the western sky in the mirror, and was silent. Liang Wendao was stunned by the scene of the end times shown in the mirror.

There was a sudden commotion in the crowd, some people began to quarrel, some people began to revel, and some people picked up swords and slashed at each other. More people, trembling in terror, knelt on the ground in a daze and prayed sincerely.

The riots grew bigger and bigger, and more and more people joined the fight. The earth was full of wolf smoke and fire. There was a gossip plate that was smashed to the ground and submerged in the dust. There is a crown burning in the fire. Many people died, and their bodies turned into a puff of gray smoke that melted into the dark clouds, making the dim night even darker.

Several teenagers slowly walked out of the dispute and fighting, each holding a strange weapon in their hands, standing quietly in front of everyone, facing the black clouds rolling in the west.

The black clouds are getting closer and closer, and the more pressing the end of the month, when they are about to reach several teenagers, a third scene appears on the side of the color of the heavenly mirror.

The color of the third scene is brighter: on the endless blue sky, there is a white object flying at high speed, holding up a slender white trail in the blue sky.

Fly closer and closer. The strange thing had two tail fins and a transparent lid in front of it, so you could faintly see someone inside.

Liang Wendao felt that this strange thing should not be a flying divine beast or a big demon, and he didn't seem to have a clue.

The thing was getting bigger and bigger in the eyes of the two of them, and its speed was getting faster and faster, coming from a distance, and when it felt like it was about to crash out of the Heavenly Mirror, the surrounding Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi suddenly fluctuated violently.

Kiss...... With a bang, the Heavenly Mirror disappeared, and the star field returned to its original appearance.

Long Qianqiu glanced at his disciple, and Liang Wendao nodded. The bodies of the two of them immediately turned into a bright and tiny star debris, falling and disappearing.

In the hut, Long Qianqiu sat cross-legged, and Liang Wendao frowned and stood aside.

"The scene in the middle is supposed to be an allusion to the coming of the apocalypse, but I don't know what the first and last pictures mean. Liang Wendao said.

"Nonsense, you can see it if you're not blind. ”

I don't know when, Long Qianqiu already had an extra sand table in his hand. I don't know what material the sand table is made of, it is square and black as iron. The golden sand was as calm as water inside, and no matter how Long Qianqiu's hand took it, the sand in the plate did not fall out a bit.

Long Qianqiu pinched a white goose feather in his hand and scratched it around on the sand table. It can be seen that the painting is the graphics of this world: mountains, rivers, seas, lakes, cities and markets, with a rigorous pattern and moderate proportions.

Finally, the quill brushes on the figure of the Netherworld Lake, Sendai City, Yingdu, Rakshasa Kingdom, Vientiane City and other places one by one, five sand points, just corresponding to the direction of the plum orchid bamboo chrysanthemum and the watering boy in the painting.

Once the spot was determined, the white goose feathers began to scratch on the golden sand, at first a little slowly, and then faster and faster, with countless complex lines crisscrossing each other. Long Qianqiu's hands turned into shadows, and the sand table was sometimes wide and horizontal, sometimes starry, and finally all calmed down.

Liang Wendao wanted to keep up with the master's deduction, and all his thoughts fell on the vertical and horizontal lines of the sand table, and when the quill pen stroked 18,000 times, Liang Wendao's face turned pale, and he stood silently on the spot, unable to keep up with the dean's deduction.

There are countless tall and gorgeous palace buildings in Dongchengyuan, where thousands of celebrities and nobles live, and the one in the middle of the entire courtyard is the residence of the dean. But in fact, this mansion is basically empty, and unless there is a major ceremony or something like that, Long Qianqiu rarely goes in and out. Only the disciple Liang Wendao lived in this hall, and Long Qianqiu was used to living in this hut in the deepest part of the Dongcheng Courtyard.

The hut was built alone on a vacant lot, and from the outside it looked extremely ordinary and simple, and the inside of the house was also messy, like the residence of an elderly man who could not take care of himself. A bed, a couch, a table and a chair, countless copper tripods, medicine jars, books, cooking utensils are placed everywhere, and there is even a piece of air-dried bacon hanging on the beam of the house for an unknown number of years.

There are not many people who know about this hut, and among the people who have entered the hut, except for the owner of the hut, there is only Liang Wendao.

Jinsha calmed down, and Long Qianqiu was silent.

No matter how the world changes, it will eventually fall into the game of various forces. For example, disputes are raging today, and the forces of the sects, temples, and rivers and lakes are ready to move, and they are planning to lay out and focus on the world.

Liang Wendao thought of the scene in the Tongtian Mirror, the gossip fell to the dust, and the crown was burned in the chaotic fire, and he said: "Within three years, there will be changes in Yingdu." ”

Long Qianqiu, who was sitting cross-legged on the couch, slowly closed his eyes: "No matter how the world overturns in the future, Dongcheng Courtyard must take it as its responsibility to protect the people." Whether it's gossip or a crown, it's all floating clouds. Heaven is ruthless, and people are always affectionate. I'm not going to die that soon,"

Liang Wendao was solemn in his heart. Seeing that the master had closed his eyes, he didn't dare to disturb him more, and after kneeling and bowing, he slowly withdrew from the hut.

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The rebellion of the sect, the distance of the rivers and lakes, and the height of the temple. In the eventful autumn of this dynasty's continent, the only Divine Realm powerhouse born in the Great Xia Dynasty, Shou Yuan, was decreasing day by day.

Long Qianqiu Yuan Shen looked inward.

Ethereal like a fairyland, there is a trace of black mist in the mud pill palace that is tens of thousands of miles wide and incompatible with the surrounding fairy scene, drifting in the void like a black snake swimming in the water.

Long Qianqiu's divine thoughts rose up again, turning into nine silver dragons with teeth and claws, spewing out fiery true elements against the ethereal black mist, trying to refine this trace of black mist. However, no matter how powerful the true yuan was, no matter how pure the divine thoughts were, the black mist didn't seem to be affected at all, and it was still dancing wildly.

The nine silver dragons returned in vain, and finally turned into a silver tower, which could be used to put the black snake in a corner of the temple.

Long Qianqiu sighed secretly in his heart, as if he had aged for countless years in an instant, and the few strands of black hair on his sideburns turned gray at a speed visible to the naked eye.

This black mist was discovered in the Mud Pill Palace in the fourth year of Chunhua, and it has been more than two years now. It is this black fog that I don't know where it comes from, which is increasingly eroding the life of the saint, and no matter what the means, there is no way to take it.

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(The curtain is slowly opened, the characters appear in powder, the romance is hated through the ages, and the sky is made up for thousands of years.) Stay tuned. ）