The sea is really dry, and the stone is really rotting.

Unexpectedly, the birth of the fourteenth-ranked holy pen would cause such a change, Chu Qianqiu couldn't imagine it, and everyone couldn't think of it.

The cracks in the ocean floor are getting bigger and bigger, and the rate of seawater backing up is getting faster and faster, forming countless huge whirlpools. Chu Qianqiu stood expressionlessly in that Pure Land, and his heart was actually turbulent and turbulent.

In the end, the seawater finally poured into the ground, and Chu Qianqiu finally exhaled a breath, which was his emotion about the vicissitudes of the sea and the mulberry field, sighing.

He does have the reason and capital to sigh, and in just a few hours, he has witnessed a change that symbolizes time, distantness, and non-human things.

The vicissitudes of the sea have changed to Sangtian, indicating that the world is really about to change.

Everything was calm, Chu Qianqiu looked up, and there were dark black rock walls all around, which can now be said to be rock walls, because the sea dried up, it became a huge basin, and in the eyes of the world, it was no different from the bottom of the cliff.

Chu Qianqiu looked at the clear sky on that side, and suddenly felt comfortable, although he felt a little like a frog at the bottom of a well. He looked at the height of the rock wall, and couldn't help but be a little worried, because even with the help of cicada wings, he would have to make two stops at this height before he could go up.

What can I do?

Chu Qianqiu is thinking of a way, he believes that there must be a road before the car reaches the mountain, and after going through so much, he will not give up.

Time passed minute by minute, and the white horse drinking river had already been retracted into the storage bag by him. Thinking about it and without the slightest clue, Chu Qianqiu sighed, bowed to the bones of the white horse again, and prepared to bury it at the bottom of the sea.

He didn't understand yin and yang feng shui, so he had to dig it up and bury it. Chu Qianqiu was glad that he didn't throw away the shovel, so it was indeed much easier for him to dig up.

Chu Qianqiu dug a big square pit, ready to move the white horse into the pit, he suddenly saw the Ruyi jade pendant, and thought that the jade pendant was the heart of the white horse, and it was better to sleep with it.

So he picked up the jade pendant, and the earth shook suddenly! It shook like an earthquake!

Chu Qianqiu was shocked and looked at the jade pendant in his hand. The land where the jade pendant was originally placed suddenly rose and quickly spread to the surrounding areas, driving the land in all directions to rise continuously.

Soon, Chu Qianqiu was standing on a small mountain bag, he smiled slightly, stroked the jade pendant in his hand with emotion, and then put it into the storage bag. It turned out that this was the white horse helping him and helping him get out of trouble.

The ground collapsed and sprung up like mushrooms after a rain, but it was a huge bamboo shoot. Chu Qianqiu simply meditated, closed his eyes and felt the whistling in his ears, and the slight tingling of the wind on his face......

The sea becomes a mulberry field, and the mulberry field becomes a high mountain.

Takayama leveled the sea, continued to rise, and stopped when it reached a height as the Mt. Bishan mirage. Chu Qianqiu stood on the top of the peak, overlooking the mountains and rivers, looking at the inside and outside of Gan City, and a heroic spirit arose.

Chu Qianqiu is introverted by nature, with a scholarly atmosphere, and because of his age, he has become murderous, and this heroic feeling can be said to be the opposite of his character. But standing at this height, no matter who it is, it will burst out with heroism in their hearts, which is the real one who will be at the top and see the mountains at a glance.

After calming down, Chu Qianqiu began to descend the mountain. He did not resort to any physical means, but walked step by step to express his inner piety.

After descending the mountain, it was already dusk. Chu Qianqiu walked into Gancheng, he found that the street was crowded with people, all pointing in one direction, it turned out that everyone was amazed that a big mountain suddenly grew, and they were shocked that the mountain was genuine.

That is indeed the real pen mountain, the pen mountain turned into the sea, dormant for a hundred years, just waiting for the destined person, now the destined person comes, the holy pen is entrusted, it naturally reveals its true body.

In the eyes of the people of Gancheng, the pen mountain instead of the sea is a big harm in addition to Gancheng, so the temple statue is not to mention, in the next hundred years, the pen mountain incense continues, among the Gancheng another wonder.

Seeing such a scene, Chu Qianqiu smiled and walked towards the restaurant.

Everything in the restaurant has not changed, it is still the same. In fact, it has only been more than a month since he entered the pen mountain, and the restaurant has no decoration, so naturally it will not change, but he has experienced too much, and he has a feeling of being in a different world, so he will have this feeling.

Ziyi and Ji Yong were eating, and they were both sitting in their previous seats, the only difference was that there was one more person at the table, and there was one less person.

There are more Ji Peilan, and less are old ghosts.

Ji Peilan broke the mirror in the Ten Thousand Mirrors Array and was teleported out, as if she had returned to the restaurant to wait, and the old ghost had not entered the pen mountain, he had been in the restaurant all the time, how could he not see it.

"Brother Zi, where is the old ghost?" Chu Qianqiu sat in his seat and asked normally.

Ziyi saw Chu Qianqiu coming back, and said with a slight smile: "I heard the boss say, the old ghost can't wait for us to leave first, so you don't have to look for him after you leave the pen mountain, he will look for you." ”

Ziyi said that it was very ordinary, just like ordinary chatting and chatting. At first glance, this sounds like an ordinary small talk, but it's actually unusual, because of the word "pen mountain".

They entered the pen mountain in order to find the holy pen, and now that Chu Qianqiu is returning late, they won't ask?

They really didn't mean to ask. After Ziyi finished speaking, he motioned for Chu Qianqiu to eat quickly, Ji Yong only buried his head in eating and ignored Chu Qianqiu, but Ji Peilan also nodded to Chu Qianqiu.

How can Chu Qianqiu eat it? No one can eat it.

The next moment, Chu Qianqiu suddenly thought of one thing, the monk would be robbed of his memory after leaving the Pen Mountain, that is to say, they all knew that they had entered the Pen Mountain, but after staying in the Pen Mountain for a few days, they didn't know what happened, and of course they didn't know who the Holy Pen would end up in.

As everyone knows, Chu Qianqiu only returned late for less than a day, and in Ziyi's opinion, Chu Qianqiu just went shopping for a day, or went to the kiln, so naturally there was nothing to do.

But Chu Qianqiu felt that he was very suspicious, because he remembered what happened in the pen mountain vividly, it was indelible, and he couldn't eat.

Ziyi noticed his strangeness and asked with concern, "Why doesn't Brother Chu eat it?"

Chu Qianqiu was full of worries, absentmindedly said a few words that he didn't even know, pretended to eat a few bites, and returned to his room.

Lying on the bed in the most comfortable position, Chu Qianqiu thought desperately about this question, how he was not robbed of his memory. He put Sisi in a corner, tore a bag of snacks for it, and then successively took out the holy pen white horse drinking river from the storage bag, and took out the Ruyi jade pendant, the mountain and river copper plate, and the midnight rose......

Until he took out the bamboo slip, which is the secret of compassion. Chu Qianqiu suddenly thought of the exercise described in the third part of the Compassion Recipe - stealing memories!

In other words, he stole his memories in the mountain of pens.