The Nine Yin Hall is not as white as imagined, or as black as imagined, it looks gray, as if it has been dug out of the ruins of time, ancient, vicissitudes, maybe it has experienced too much erosion of time, such as this tribe and candle flames.

The candle flame is not the oldest witch, but it is the oldest witch, and time opens two blades, hurting others and hurting oneself.

There is only one candle and nine yin between heaven and earth, he is the controller of time, the god of time, and time is harmless to him, so he can stay young forever.

A dusty candle flame stepped on the stone steps, there was dust on his head, but he didn't care, he looked at the stone steps under his feet, step by step religiously, he walked twelve steps, climbed twelve steps, he didn't look back, but Shi Ji followed.

The stone steps in front of the Nine Yin Hall are also twelve, not as beautiful as the stone steps in front of the Xuanyin Palace, nor cold, except for a thick layer of dust, there is nothing else.

Shi Ji climbed the stairs quietly, her heart was nervous, she was nervous many times more nervous than when she ascended the steps of the Xuanyin Temple, Candle Jiuyin impressed her too deeply, and the witch had too high an opinion of him, which invisibly affected her consciousness, he was very dangerous!

But until she had crossed the twelve steps to the top, the test that had made her jealous did not come, and the candle flame easily opened the door of the temple, and behind the door was a gray world.

"Master Piano, please come in!" the candle flame leaned sideways to the door.

Shi Ji bowed his head, stepped into the main hall, the first feeling, vast, up and down the same color, gray, like a faded scroll of history, everything is difficult to see, difficult to touch, the second feeling, soft, very soft under the feet, indescribable dust, maybe three feet thick, extremely fine and fine.

Shi Ji raised his eyebrows, it was very simple to enter the hall, and the main hall was magical.

"Isn't it never swept here?" Shi Ji asked anyway.

Candle Flame smiled: "Why do you want to clean it?" He pointed to the dust and said: "They are also the main halls, the main halls of ten thousand years and thousands of years ago!"

Shi Ji thought she probably understood.

"When I first came here, the dust on the ground was only half an inch, and I asked my father the same question at that time, and my father said that they are also halls, but they are the halls of the past, and everything is dusty under time, and they are cleaner. ”

Shi Ji was silent, it turned out that she understood.

Only then did I understand the most superficial layer of dust of the Jiuyin tribe.

She followed the candle flame and stepped on the thick dust in the vastness, the sky was vast, and they seemed to have become two dusts between heaven and earth, small and ordinary.

The hall is very large, maybe they are too small, they have been walking for a long time, and they have seen the light, and under the light is a bed, opposite to the light, it is night, and between the night and the light is a remnant arrow, dividing day and night.

The candle flame saluted the bed of the night and said, "Arrow of time, please lead her close to my father and understand the true meaning of the time when the sun and the moon change!"

The sound of the candle flame was as bright as a bell, echoing in the main hall, and it was the only sound.

The echo dissipated, and the silence grew.

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The remnant arrow trembled slightly, and a desolate voice sounded: "Time, the first law of heaven and earth, selfless, great, lich, gods, ghosts, if you want to go deeper, you will be hurt, can you think about it?"

Shi Ji's expression changed slightly, and after a moment, his mind was retracted, and he said firmly: "I have already thought about it." ”

The remnant arrow sighed: "Time is like an arrow, the arrow has no regrets, come with me!"

The light disappeared, the night sank, the candle flame disappeared in an instant, and Shi Ji stood alone in the vast world.

"Dust!"

A desolate voice resounded through the heavens and the earth.

Shi Ji flew up involuntarily, flying higher and higher, she lowered her head, and a witch script was written on the whole earth, and she realized that it was: "Dust." ”

She read in hand: "Dust!"

A small word 'dust' fell from her fingertips to the earth, covering the entire earth, and she realized that 'dust' was not small.

In a flash, she stood on the ground again, perhaps she never moved, but the earth took her away.

The earth was windy, the dust was flying, and a familiar voice, Shi Ji read: "Breath." ”

Not the wind, but the breath, the breath of the breath.

The wind between heaven and earth writes a 'breath' with the dust between heaven and earth.

Shiji capitalized in the wind: "Breath." ”

The two breaths are combined, the dust settles, and the scorching sun is in the sky overhead.

A domineering voice: "Day." ”

Shi Ji's eyes lit up and he read: "Day." ”

A 'day' is written, and a sun writes a witch script: "day".

Shiji according to the book, one day to fly to the sky, two days together.

The sun and the moon alternate, a cold moon.

"Month. ”

......

"Its high is nine, and its low is nine!"

"Nine, extreme!" Shi Ji handwrote his mind and read it orally.

"Yes!" the remnant arrow was very happy.

The combination of three and nine is the ultimate and insurmountable.

"The last article, you can read it!" The voice of the remnant arrow was very excited, and he dragged the long river of time through the endless darkness, and the time passed, and the long night was alone, lonely and ignorant, and the whole world was alone.

Shi Ji stood in the earthly world, waiting alone, waiting for the last Wu Wen, waiting, she waited until the sky was old and the world turned into dust, she was buried in the dust and still waiting, no longer waiting for that Wu Wen, as long as the remnant arrow came back......

Little by little, she turned to dust, she still waited, she didn't know what she was waiting for, but she knew she was going to wait, she had to wait......

The moment her eyes melted into dust, she saw a little light, a faint light at the end of the far, far away world, maybe it was just her hysterical thoughts......

"Light!"

She struggled to speak, it was hard to hear, but she laughed, she waited for what she had to wait.

"Smack"

That faint light exploded and divided into countless lights, countless of the most primitive but living lights, all over the sky were points of light, writing an ancestral witch script.

"Candle, the light of hope, the light of life, the light of inheritance, the inheritance is not extinguished, and the candlelight shines forever. "Time gathers, and the remnants of the arrows return.

"Candle!"

Shi Ji stood in the vast world and wrote the last witch text.