Chapter 13: The Legend
"Senior brother is talking about the legend that the sect master mentioned before?" asked the Zhao sect master with a serious expression.
The Lord of the Stone Gate nodded and said, "Yes, I have also seen relevant records in the annals of this gate.
Roughly speaking, my Vermilion Bird Gate and White Tiger Gate, Qinglong Temple, and Xuanwu Courtyard were the four formations that stabilized the Quartet at the beginning of opening up the heavens and the earth.
The reason why Suzaku Mountain resembles a Vermilion Bird and wants to fly away is that it gradually changed under the influence of the formation. ”
As soon as the Lord of the Stone Gate was about to open his mouth to continue, he was interrupted by the Master of the Jiang Gate.
The Jiang Sect Master felt that what he said was simply irrelevant.
"What is recorded in the records of the Vermilion Bird Gate, what does it have to do with the Alliance Martial Arts Conference, even if there are many outstanding disciples in other academies and gates, I think, they can't compete with Leng Muyang who we deliberately cover up the light, after all, the qualifications of the root of the source spirit are there!"
Sect Master Zhao glanced at him and said, "You know it, right? ”
The Jiang Sect Master said, "I'm too lazy to bother with you." "Don't overdo it.
The master of the stone gate has no way to do anything about this junior brother's quick temper, and he still can't change it when he is old.
The Stone Gate Master glanced at the Jiang Gate Master helplessly, and continued, "Whether it is the formation that affects the mountain, or the mountain itself is a big array, you think about it, the White Tiger Gate, the Qinglong Courtyard, and the Xuanwu Courtyard, how similar their situation is to us.
The same ancient heritage, the same town, the same name and the same Yamagata.
If I'm not mistaken, there must be the same record in their courtyard calendar. ”
"Is it really going to be a big mess in the world?" After listening to the Shimen Master's words, it seemed to make a lot of sense, and the Jiang Sect Master also began to believe it a little, and couldn't help but ask in shock.
The stone gate master shook his head unoptimistically, and did not answer him clearly.
Seeing the senior brother's answer, the master of the Jiang Sect was stunned for a moment, and said in his heart: What does this mean?
And the Zhao Sect Master fell into deep thought.
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Leng Muyang and the four of them followed the master of the Song Sect to receive the identity jade plate and Qiankun bag.
The identity jade plate is a piece of white jade two inches long and one inch wide, with a bright color, on which is carved a vivid Vermilion Bird, and around the Vermilion Bird Diagram, it is a pattern with clear veins and tedious stripes.
According to the Song Sect Master, this identity jade plate not only shows that as a status symbol of a member of the Vermilion Bird Gate, but also the Vermilion Bird picture and pattern veins on this identity jade plate are carved by the elders in the door with great energy.
The patterns and veins on it are a small formation, and the formation in the ancestral hall on this floor, which enshrines the tablets of the ancestors of the Suzaku Gate, is echoed.
No matter where the disciples of the Suzaku Gate are killed, as long as they have the identity jade plate of the Suzaku Gate on their bodies, the people of the Suzaku Gate can know their whereabouts.
Then there is the Qiankun bag, except for the living creatures, no matter what you put into it, it only has the weight of the Qiankun bag, but not the weight of the items put in.
On the Qiankun bag, there are also fancy and cumbersome veins and the Vermilion Bird totem symbolizing the Vermilion Bird Gate, which are also embroidered with golden silk thread by the elders with great energy, as long as the aura with the Vermilion Bird Gate Exercise is injected into it, even if it is bound to the task, others cannot open it.
Even if there is an accident on the wearer, only the elders of the Suzaku Gate can open it.
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Today's Leng Muyang has fully adapted to the impact of this world on his concept.
The previous ten years can be said to have been spent as another person, after all, he is an eighteen-year-old soul, and the body and soul are completely incompatible.
It feels like living in the shadow of someone else, like living for someone else.
Fortunately, he is now twenty years old, and after two years of excess, he has regained his original feeling, which is the real feeling.
This made him feel that he belonged to this world, and he was finally a whole person.
The next life is the real self.
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The Qiying Mausoleum is located in the col on the west side of the foot of Suzaku Mountain.
On either side of the entrance to the col, there are two huge statues of the Suzaku on the left, one on the left facing outwards and the other on the right facing inward.
The one facing outward wants to spread its wings and fly into the sky, while the one facing inward folds its wings and prostrates on the ground.
At this time, the four figures walked towards the col on foot, from far and near.
The first person on the left hand side is Ling Feng.
This person always has a faint smile on his face, his handsome face and fluttering figure, just like his name, Ling Yun Yifeng.
This generation of Suzaku Sect disciples, in the promotion tests over the years, he has been proud of everyone with the first place, which also makes him always have a sense of arrogance.
Next to him is Yao Yue, Yao Yue is tall, with a delicate face, and an elegant walking step, she does not have the enchantment of Qi Xia, but there is another dignified beauty.
Next to Yao Yue is Leng Muyang, he is now twenty years old, he is handsome, fair-skinned, and calm, although he is not as arrogant as Ling Feng, but he also has his own self-confidence.
On the far right is Liu Hongwei, a young man with the worst qualifications among the four.
Although he also has seven psychic skills, compared with the other three, his qualifications can only be regarded as superior, and compared with the three people with excellent qualifications, there is a slight gap.
Fortunately, he was diligent enough, and after putting in several times more effort than the other three, he also successfully passed the promotion test.
Liu Hongwei was not thrown away by them because of the difference in qualifications, and the sentence that diligence can make up for clumsiness has been vividly reflected in him.
This also makes him the most masculine of the three men, the same green coat and long shirt, worn on him, is bulging by him.
By the time the four of them reached the col, night had fallen.
Because of their cultivation, the night had no effect on them.
At the entrance, after solemnly bowing down, the four entered the Qiying Mausoleum.
As the four people entered, a wave of ripples rippled at the entrance, and the figures of the four people disappeared.
The four people who entered it were all alone, and there were no other three people.
The four of them did not panic, according to the explanation of the master of the stone gate, all four of them closed their eyes, and the scene in the cemetery was reflected in their minds.
Leng Muyang only felt that he was in a mountain col, where there was no sun, but it was like day.
The ground is full of green grass, small flowers of all kinds can be seen everywhere, butterflies and other flying insects fly freely here, and birdsong and insect chirping are heard from time to time.
The tomb was covered with green grass, but instead of being overgrown, it was covered with neat turf, which made it look very neat.
The white spirit crystal condensed by the aura floats intermittently from the ground into the air, making this place even more picturesque.
If you hadn't known that this was a cemetery before you came in, I couldn't believe that the Qiying Mausoleum of the Vermilion Bird Gate was like this.
Shocked, Leng Muyang couldn't help but think that this place should be wrapped in a wonderful array, otherwise it would not be this paradise-like painting realm.
He tried to open his eyes, and sure enough, there was an empty col and a dead silence.
Confirming what he thought in his heart, Leng Muyang began to spread his consciousness and looked for a weapon that could communicate with him.
His consciousness dispersed, and he walked slowly, and the information of the ancestors buried in the tomb also appeared in his mind.
This ancestor is called Qian Feng. Eight hundred years ago, he was killed in battle while pursuing a warlord of the Shura clan.
This ancestor is called; 1,300 years ago, when encircling and suppressing a demon king of the demon clan, he fell for the fatal blow of his companion.
This ancestor ......
As the cemetery continues to go deeper, the ancestors buried in the tomb have fallen for a longer and longer time.
Unconsciously, I have walked to the foot of the mountain, which is also the end of the Qiying Mausoleum.
After walking in this Qiying Mausoleum, Leng Muyang's mood was also very heavy.
Taking a deep breath, he relieved his heavy mood, although he didn't get anything, but it was not in vain, after all, this is all here, fighting for the preservation of the world, the resting place of the ancestors, and it is natural to come and see the ancestors.
Just as he got up and prepared to return, a dangerous aura came to his face.
Immediately afterwards, a streamer shot from the side at a very fast speed, but fortunately, Leng Muyang's divine sense always spread out and did not retract, otherwise, it would be very difficult to avoid this streamer.