Mirage?

Chu Qianqiu was puzzled, so he began to flip through the classics, which were naturally recorded in those stone books. It is no exaggeration to say that the 251-foot stone book is much more than the books he has read in more than ten years.

In the stone book there is Lao Tzu's "Tao Te Ching".

"It's a good way, it's a very good way. The name is famous, and the name is not very famous. The beginning of the nameless world. The mother of all things. Therefore, there is often no desire to observe the wonder. There is often a desire to observe it. These two have the same name and different names, and they are the same mysteries. Mysterious and mysterious, the door of all wonders. ”

A few numbers, but they contain the truth of heaven and earth.

There are also the Thirteen Confucian Classics, "Yi", "Poems", "Books", "Rites", "Spring and Autumn", "Zuo Chuan", "Ram Biography", "Gu Liang Biography", "Spring and Autumn Classics", "Filial Piety Classics", "Analects", "Mencius" and "Erya".

There are also Buddhist classics "Tripitaka Sutra", "Diamond Sutra", and even miscellaneous historical records.

Chu Qianqiu looked through the classics in his mind, and finally found the source of the mirage in an article by Shen Kuo.

"In the sea of Dengzhou, there are clouds from time to time, such as the palace, the platform, the city wall, the figures, the carriage and the horse, the crown cover, the history can be seen, and it is called the sea market. Or say: "The mirage is the doing." ”

It means that on the sea of Dengzhou, sometimes there will be clouds and mist air, like the palace room, the pavilion landscape, the city wall, the people, the carriage and the horse, the roof of the building are clearly visible, people call it "the sea market", some people say that it is formed by the exhalation of the dragon, also called the mirage.

But these are all fake, and the mirages are all illusions.

"Could it be ......" Chu Qianqiu suddenly became nervous.

At this moment, the huge Pen Mountain suddenly shook from a distance, without the slightest warning, and the magnitude of the shaking was comparable to a ten-magnitude earthquake, and the monks were shocked!

"What's going on?"

"What's going on?"

The monks were terrified, and all of them exerted their strongest strength to stabilize their figures.

The maple trees were uprooted, the fiery red maple leaves were sprinkled all over the mountain road, floating all over the mountains, countless stones rolled down from the top of the mountain, and some monks were accidentally crushed into meat sauce.

Smoke and dust are billowing and obscuring the sky!

"This mountain ...... It's fake. Chu Qianqiu suddenly shouted.

"What?"

"This can't be true!"

"You're lying. ”

When the monks heard this, they were even more frightened than the shaking of the Pen Mountain, and they roared hysterically at Chu Qianqiu, questioning, with fire in their eyes, how could they regard Chu Qianqiu as a leader.

Some of the monks were even more impulsive, their breath burst, and their eyes that flashed with flames turned into hatred, rushing towards Chu Qianqiu like a sea of mountains.

Chu Qianqiu didn't move, he lowered his head and frowned, like a piece of wood, as if he was settled. But his heart was fluctuating, and he regretted that he had read the book for 251 inches, and regretted that he had realized the word "mirage".

Ziyi and Mo Feng stood in front of Chu Qianqiu, although they couldn't accept it, but Chu Qianqiu was their friend, and they had to save Chu Qianqiu with those books.

"Have you forgotten the fragrance of books in the mountains?" Ziyi, who is usually gentle and elegant, burst out of his breath at this time, and his whole body made a crackling sound, like thunder and lightning, and his eyes were as violent as wolves, and even glowed with a faint green light.

"If it weren't for him, you wouldn't be able to touch the scent of books in your life, let alone absorb like a dog, a bunch of hillbillies. "Ziyi is qualified to say that they are hillbillies.

"You see if you have advanced to the next level, and then you can think about whether you believe what he says. It was Mo Feng who spoke, his face was cold, and a cold light shot out of his eyes.

The monks quieted down, looked at each other one by one, and after some thought, they found that it was indeed as Mo Feng said, that what happened to them was indeed a real change that could be seen and touched.

Some people were sighing, some were shaking their heads, some people's faces were flushed, they began to feel guilty, guilty of their impulsiveness, and didn't know how to face Chu Qianqiu.

They had very good reasons to be impulsive, so Chu Qianqiu didn't blame him.

People traveled thousands of miles, went through hardships and dangers, spilled blood, threw their heads, seemed to be climbing the mountain, but in fact, every step was walking on the edge of the knife, they were a group of people walking on the tip of the knife, because they had faith.

But Chu Qianqiu's simple words, six words, made their faith collapse, their hopes shattered, and they had to be impulsive. They are full of hope and suffering, but they walk in an illusion, those giving, those sweat, those blood, after all, it is just a joke.

They were tricked, and the people of the entire continent were tricked, but they had to obey, because it was Bishan that played them, one of the four wonders of heaven and earth.

It's they who lose!

Chu Qianqiu was not impulsive, but he was very disappointed, because he wanted to get the holy pen too much, which was his support, so he regretted it, regretted that he had realized the mirage.

"I looked at all the stone books and realized that what was written in the stone books was the word mirage. Chu Qianqiu spoke, and everyone was listening quietly.

"Pen Mountain is fake, it's collapsing. ”

After Chu Qianqiu finished speaking, he looked up to the sky and sighed.

The monks did not have impulsiveness this time, and there was no commotion, because the Pen Mountain was slowly leaning and pressing down on Gancheng below.

"What should I do, Gancheng will be overwhelmed!" one suddenly shouted.

The monks reacted immediately, and all their eyes instantly turned to Chu Qianqiu, and those eyes were full of trust.

What can I do? Chu Qianqiu had no choice, this time he let them down. He turned around and lay down against a tree that had not yet fallen.

At the moment of turning around, a flash of hope flashed in his eyes!

That hope was so small that even Chu Qianqiu felt ridiculous. He thought of the old ghost, that is, the Emperor Ming Ancestor, in front of the heaven and earth strange things of this level of Bishan, only the two ancestors of the Emperor Ming and the Emperor had the strength to fight, but the Emperor Ming Ancestor was injured, and the Emperor Emperor Ancestor was in retreat.

Therefore, Chu Qianqiu felt ridiculous, and even if the Emperor Ancestor came, it should not be able to prevent the collapse of the Pen Mountain, although it was only an illusion.

But no matter how small a hope is, it's also a hope, so he's waiting.

The pen mountain leaned more and more, the tree finally fell, the monks could no longer hold back, there was a riot in the scene, Chu Qianqiu did not stop it, he found a relatively quiet corner, maintaining the pitiful hope in his heart.

But in the end, hope was dashed, and the pen mountain completely collapsed, and it was unstoppable to Gancheng, filling Gancheng in land. The mountain they sit on is taller than the other two peaks and stretches all the way to the sea of life.

Sea of Life, Sea of Death!

The pen mountain completely collapsed, Chu Qianqiu was thrown into the sea of life, saying that it was too late and that was fast, he patted the storage bag, and a big boat appeared to catch him, it was the flying fish boat.

Chu Qianqiu urged Yuan Li to drive the boat in the air, he looked at the vast sea, and found that his body was full of sea, all around him, all the horizon, and some were just his lonely boat.

The pen mountain is gone, the monks are gone, and the Gancheng is gone.

Chu Qianqiu began to panic, and suddenly a white line came from the sea in the distance, and in just a few breaths, the white line had already entered his eyes, it was a white horse, his whole body was snow-white without any variegation, and the horse's hooves were rushing vigorously on the waves!

The sea of life, the sea of death, there are no living creatures in the sea, and the living creatures will die if they touch it, how can there be a white horse?

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