Chapter Twenty-Seven: I Hate It
I hate it!
An obviously strange power, pretending to be a ghost in front of me, a child who was only fourteen years old. Strange words are used to refer to the history of the long past, as if everyone knows it well. Don't you know that for a little Qi cultivator like me, he is only allowed to know the history of the last 300 years at most? Don't you know that a little Qi cultivator like me can only know the general situation of a few peaks near Lianyun Peak at most? Don't you know that a fourteen-year-old child like me has to read all the books related to cultivation every day, such as Dao books, spell books, rune books, pill books, and array books, how can he have time to read those miscellaneous books and history books?
Is this a show-off, or is it a temptation?
But.
Old Man Mirror, old and immortal, I actually know these two names.
I know, but I don't want to show that I know. Because it's troublesome, very troublesome.
The story of Old Man Mirror was compiled by me from more than 300 miscellaneous books of all kinds. "The Legend of Ten Thousand Gods and Thousands of Demons", "The Legend of Guo Tong Splitting the Mountain to Save His Mother", "The Great Sage Demon King Cutting the Sky", "The Legend of the Dragon and Tiger Mountain Subduing Demons" ······ There are 300 novels about gods and monsters, some of which I heard told by storytellers when I was a child, some of which I saw in the library of Chen's Mountain City, some of which I found in the library of Lianyunfeng's outer gate, some of which I saw from my ancestor Xie Daoqing, and some that I exchanged from various channels. Comparing with each other, cutting out the absurd stories, from the background and setting, from some supporting characters and corner stories, I made up some legends of powerful demon kings that once existed.
Among them, there is a large group of demon kings, whose origins are very special, their qualifications are very ancient, and their temperaments are very weird, most of them have become demons, and most of them have fallen in the long river of history, leaving only legends. Those who have survived to the present are all extremely powerful figures, achieving primordial gods, establishing sects, and being at ease. It is the "Three Thousand Origin Words of the Great Avenue" left by the great immortals in the ancient era of Qingyun Mountain.
What can I say?
To say that this world is very paradoxical, and it has a completely different history and a completely different power system from the earth of my last world, so it brings completely different values, worldviews, and outlook on life, and creates a world of cultivation that makes me feel weird but the natives are peaceful?
100,000 years ago, the Great Immortal of the Decyl Transformation Spring wrote the word "mirror" on a mirror, and then a great demon king came out, and then he was majestic for 90,000 years, created countless bizarre legends and stories, participated in countless heroic and tragic battles, and experienced several catastrophes before and after, until he fell into the battle of kendo 10,000 years ago and was killed by the guy called "Old Immortal"?
Looking back, it's always magnificent, and the guy called "Old Immortal" is actually a more terrifying legend than "Old Man Mirror". So I didn't find much information about him, and I had never paid attention to it before.
Yesterday, Aunt Xie Zhen said that she would give me the Xuanyuan Sword Sect's "Nahai Swallow Weather", so last night I spent most of my time in the Golden Finger Space to study the information about the Xuanyuan Sword Sect. Then I "saw" him!
What happened 10,000 years ago, I don't know very well. What I do know is that during that time, the records were very chaotic, and there were many distorted and conflicting records, and it was impossible to distinguish the true from the false. But I still found some things, such as the last revival of the Xuanyuan Sword Sect once had three Yuan Shen Zhenyi, each of them was a murderous maniac, and even a war maniac who really killed more than a dozen Yuan Shen; "The Sea of Crying in the Sky" is an extremely dangerous evil land in the cultivation realm.
The three primordial gods of the Xuanyuan Sword Sect, one of them, has the nickname of "Old Immortal".
And the location where our Lian Yunfeng is now is also the periphery of the "Sky Crying Sea". Under the influence of the desolate demonic qi escaping from the sea of heavenly crying, a large area has become a world where demons are rampant, and it is also a chaotic and evil world where the spiritual veins are cut off, the turbidity qi rises, and the spiritual membrane is broken.
I once saw a volume of maps from my ancestor Xie Daoqing, which was the kind of wide-area map that only circulated among Jindan real people, and recorded various situations in the vast area on the eastern side of Qingyun Mountain. The Sea of Heavenly Crying is like a black hole, 320,000 miles from east to west, 290,000 miles from north to south, covering Wuji. The outer barren sea also has a radius of nearly a million miles, like a big halo surrounding the black hole. And the location of Lianyun Peak, along with the sixty-three peaks around it, is just a small dot like a sesame seed on the map, named "Shangyang Palace Eastern Wilderness Branch Peaks", next to the spiritual membrane on the western edge of the barren sea.
What can I say?
I know I'm not in the right place. At an unsuitable age, I saw far more knowledge and truth than I should know, recognized the cruelty and madness of the top world, and then looked back at the comfort and ease in reality, there was really a sense of confusion.
On one side is the magnificent vastness accumulated over 100,000 years of history, and on the other side is a small pond of calm created by the Jindan Zhenren deliberately filtered by the ancestor Xie Daoqing and others. On the one hand, I watched those powerful monks in history fight the heavens and the earth, break through the world, and break through the sky, and on the other hand, the fighting spirit of those junior brothers and sisters, the city lords of the feudal kingdoms below went back and forth, and the uncles of the foundation building above resisted. On the one hand, he was looking at the divine skills in the various information, and on the other side, he was quietly and quietly cultivating on Lianyun Peak, and the hard work of those juniors and sisters, but it was some ordinary spells of cultivation.
I was stunned for a long time.
Then he didn't say anything, just simply thanked An Xian'er Zhenren, and promised her to be her personal chef in exchange for a higher level of "Nahaitun Weather". Fortunately, Jindan Zhenren is not an ordinary mortal, not three meals a day, but with his temperament, he can eat as much as he wants. It's just that they have to eat very delicately, and they have to be wonderful, and they always have to have a special feeling, so it's still very challenging to be their chef.
I ignored the red-clothed "Lin Nineteen". She saw that the seduction had no effect, and her little nose wrinkled, "I found out, you must have understood what I said just now." Hmph, I think you're a special little guy, and there's something hiding from me. ”
So, she lightly tapped her finger on the mirror fragment, a red light flashed, and then chuckled: "In that case, then I will give you a big gift, but I want to see how far you can go." ”
What do you mean?
I do not know.
I watched her explode into red mist with a bang, and floated back into the small red sword on Lin Shijiu's back leisurely, and it didn't appear again for a long, long time.
A few Jindan real people didn't feel the coming and going of "Lin Nineteen" at all. After eating the dragon meat, they quickly left. A few little loli's who stayed behind surrounded me and chattered.
And then soon the task of us little friars came.