Immortal Mansion Longevity

Chapter 549 Handwriting
Liu Yu, Zhuo Mengzhen and the others looked over after hearing the reputation, and then their eyes fixed.

The handwriting on the stone wall is neat or neat, or flamboyant, or graceful and lovely.
There are also some, scribbled like ghosts.

The simple words, but carrying the will of the Golden Core cultivator before leaving, have a different meaning.

Through words, according to spiritual induction, all kinds of different wills and thoughts rush to the face.

Some are bearish about life and death, some face it calmly, and some are forging ahead.

There are also some, revealing the slightest fear of death, and the helplessness of reality.

The handwriting is old or new, and it is easy to judge the time according to the degree of newness and oldness.

The handwriting that is too old has been blurred, and it is estimated that it was left tens of thousands, or even 10,000+ years ago!
At that time, the area of ​​the Seven Kingdoms League was still dominated by the two ways of righteousness and evil.

There are also some left over from tens of thousands to ten thousand years.

Although there are different degrees of decay and weathering, Liu Yu can recognize it and understand the meaning contained in it.

The last ones were left over thousands of years ago, and even judging from some "new" handwriting, it was probably just a few decades ago.

"Looking up at the moon, I don't see Chang'an."

This is the oldest handwriting, Liu Yu half-guessed it, and barely recognized it.

Looking at the signature on the back, the two characters "Taibai" can be vaguely pieced together.

According to this sentence, he judged that this "Taibai Daoist" lived in an era not far from losing contact with Datang, and he was still yearning for Zhongyu.

"There are green hills everywhere in the world—green clouds."

According to the handwriting, this should have existed tens of thousands of years ago, left behind by a Golden Core cultivator named "Reverend Qingyun".

In just a few sentences, it is full of determination to move forward,
But from a few words, Liu Yu saw something different.

From the nostalgia and longing at the beginning, as the time interval gets longer and longer, the "centrifugal force" between Tiannan and Zhongyu is getting bigger and bigger.

The later, the fewer monks who miss Datang!
The reason for "going forward without hesitation" is no longer because of righteousness, but for the sake of one's own path and the glory of the sect.

In the few words left behind, there are reasons for going there, explicitly or implicitly, and these reasons are various.

But it is an unstoppable trend to gradually lose the yearning and nostalgia for Datang.

In the handwriting tens of thousands of years ago, there are already very few monks, and there are no mentions of Datang and Chang'an.

In the handwriting written over the past ten thousand years, there is no such word as Baqiao Liuxia or Xuanwumen.

In the words left by the monk, most of them carry their own will, and there are no longer nostalgia for the past, such as the following sentence:
"The heart of man is like a tree."

"The more a tree yearns for light, the more its roots go down, into the soil, into the depths of darkness!!"

"Master Xuanye"

Between the lines, it is full of personal will and views on the way of cultivating immortals, which can even be said to be extreme.

Based on the strong style, Liu Yu judged that it should have been left by a certain Daoist Daoist tens of thousands of years ago.

It's too late, it's too soon.

Liu Yu looked at the stone wall, but in fact it was only three breaths, and the information had been collected after three breaths.

"Tap"

At this time, Gao Jianhan from the Wailing Moon Valley stepped forward first, and a half-foot-long water-blue sword energy emerged from his fingertips, and he carved it against the stone wall.

"Whoa"

The stone chips fell down, under the unparalleled sharpness of the sword, they were as fragile as white paper.

"There are 300 million sword immortals in the sky, you have to lower your eyebrows even when you see me!"

In the end, Gao Jianhan wrote such a sentence, which attracted strange eyes from several people.

But this person didn't feel embarrassed at all. After finishing writing, he went to the other side and continued to fiddle with his black long sword.

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Liu Yu was expressionless, just glanced at it silently, and quickly looked away, without any intention of ridicule.

What's so ridiculous about speaking out your dreams bravely? !
If you don't say it now, when will you say it?
I don't know if there will be another chance in the future!

The first three realms of sword cultivation are sword momentum, sword intent, and sword heart.

Those who can reach the "Sword Heart" stage are already above countless sword cultivators.

In ancient times, most of them were able to step into the field of great power, so it is not an exaggeration to call them "Sword Immortals".

But "sword immortals also need to lower their eyebrows", one can imagine that Gao Jianhan is a bit true.
"However, for cultivation, sometimes you really need self-confidence. This kind of mentality is quite good."

Liu Yu thought silently.

At this time, Mu Yunyan, a girl in palace costume, also stepped forward, and a flash of light emerged from Bai Nen's fingertips, and she carved a few lines of beautiful handwriting.

"Peach Blossom Song"

"Flying Soul"

"There is no way to tell"

After engraving a few lines, Mu Yunyan walked aside.

Her long, smooth hair was tangled in her hands, and she had a strange smile on her face, as if she was thinking about something.

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Although he knew every word, Liu Yu couldn't understand some words created by himself when they were pieced together.

However, based on a few words, he guessed it was something romantic.

No way, female cultivators are more emotional and pay more attention to this aspect.

"Humph"

Zhuo Mengzhen seemed to be able to understand the words that Mu Yunyan engraved, she hummed coquettishly, feeling a little disdainful in her heart.

What's so good about those dirty male cultivators?
As ugly as before death!
Afterwards, the venue fell into silence, neither Zhuo Mengzhen nor Canglou Lao Dao had any intention of stepping forward to engrave words.

Liu Yu thought about it, but still stepped forward.

If it is gone forever, this may be the last trace left by the few people.

If there is nothing left, I always feel a little regretful.

Not far from the stone wall, he could clearly see that although there was maintenance from time to time, there were still signs of decay on the corners of the stone wall.

The stone wall, which is as large as Zhang Xu, still has the weight of history.

Liu Yu raised his palm, and at the same time, the mana in his body was circulating, and a cyan aura emerged from his fingertips, forming a cyan beam of light, which shot on the mottled stone wall.

"I am walking on the right path - Qingyangzi"

Even if this trip fell in the Hengduan Mountains, he would not regret his choice.

At least there is still a way to go, and walking on the right path is many times better than a monk who has nowhere to go.

The stone chips fell down, and Liu Yu turned around and returned to the original position after carving.

For some reason, my heart felt a little inexplicably heavy, perhaps because of the imminent life-and-death adventure.

Zhuo Mengzhen and Taoist Canglou remained motionless, as if they didn't want to leave anything behind.

"Since the message is over, let's go now."

"Remember, be careful!"

In the small pavilion in the mountain, Patriarch Tianfeng put his hands on the fence and shouted from above.

"Yes, Master Uncle (Senior)."

Liu Yu and the other five bowed their hands heavily, looked at each other and nodded.

Afterwards, the spiritual light around him rose and lingered, turning into various colors of light and soaring into the sky, flying towards the interior of the Hengduan Mountain Range.

Thousands of years later, we are history.

Ten thousand years later, we are myths!

If successful.

Without success, I am afraid that only close monks will always remember it.

But as time goes by, it will eventually be worn away by time, turning into a dim name on the Zongmen Jade Book, which will be swept away by later monks.

Looking back at the setting sun, Liu Yu suddenly turned his head to look.

I saw the ancestor Tianfeng type out a formula, and then restarted the prohibition, covering the message with the stone wall.

Under the setting sun, the two Nascent Soul True Monarchs kept looking at the direction in which the five people left, but they hadn't left yet.

The afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled all over the mountains, and Liu Yu was bathed in the brilliance.

In this situation, he couldn't help but think of a poem from his previous life:

"Advise you to drink one more glass of wine, and go west to Yangguan without any old friends."

Although the location is wrong, it is surprisingly suitable for the occasion.

After entering the Hengduan Mountains, let alone any old friends, you may not even see a person.

"No wonder I always feel like something is missing."

"So there is no wine."

Liu Yu's thoughts flashed.

When I looked back again, the two True Monarchs had disappeared, and the barren mountain had returned to its former appearance, as if no one had ever visited.

Only the small pavilion stood quietly in the mountains, still silently watching the five people who had gone away.

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During the flight, the faces of the five people were not very good-looking. After all, they were about to face unpredictable dangers, and they would perish if they were careless.

Coincidentally, none of the five escaped too fast.

"The little girl Piaoxuelou, Mu Yunyan, is in the mid-Golden Core stage, and her natal magic weapon is the "Liu Li Wu Miao Ling"."

"Good at banning, trapping enemies, and large-scale attacks."

"However, it may not be very effective for third-level demon cultivators with rough skin and thick flesh and high intelligence."

"On this journey, I would like to ask fellow Taoists to take care of you~"

Mu Yunyan spoke first, sending out a message of spiritual consciousness, breaking the silence among the five people.

She is still delicate and weak, full of the feminine beauty of a woman.

Just like a girl, people can't help but hold her in her arms and take good care of her.

All the beauty about girls can be found in this girl.

However, Liu Yu will not underestimate him in the slightest.

Piaoxue Tower is the most powerful sect among the five sects of Chu State.

How could it be possible for Mu Yunyan to be as fragile as she looks when she has cultivated to the middle stage of the Golden Core?
Among other things, one must be at least [-] years old after cultivating to the Golden Core realm.

"The fairy is too polite."

"Right now, we are just grasshoppers in the same boat, so we should put aside the sect's grievances temporarily and work together to tide over the difficulties."

"Otherwise, the danger of doing this, I'm afraid there will be no life!"

Cang Lou Lao Dao then spoke, and followed Mu Yunyan's words with a very solemn tone.

But as the two spoke, the heavy and depressing atmosphere dissipated a lot.

"The two fellow daoists are right. Judging from the current situation, I will be in the same boat for a long time to come."

"For the sake of life, even if there were grievances and grievances in the past, it is better to put them aside for the time being."

Liu Yu agreed with it, with deep meaning.

He didn't want to deal with monsters while defending his teammates.

One more teammate can also distract you when facing monster attacks, so that you have a greater chance of escaping, right?

At this time, it is still a force that can be united by unity. It is better not to intrigue for the time being.

After a pause, Liu Yu continued:

"In the lower Yuanyang sect, "Qingyangzi", the natal magic weapon "Sunset Golden Rainbow Spear", is better at attacking."

After speaking, in order to show his sincerity, he opened his mouth and spat out the Sunset Golden Rainbow Spear, which changed to a size of four inches and was suspended in his hand.

The body of the gun exudes a faint golden aura, and wisps of fire-attribute spiritual aura escape, and the powerful power within it is unobstructed, covering a radius of several miles in an instant.

Thanks to the top-level spiritual materials used in refining, the initial power of the Sunset Golden Spear is not weak.

Now that decades have passed, under Liu Yuqin's diligent training, Wei Neng has grown by leaps and bounds.

Even against an ordinary magic weapon that has been raised for three or four hundred years, it will not be at a disadvantage.

Don't be greedy for quick and easy, choose the ready-made magic weapon in the treasure house of the sect, and the benefits brought by the long-term vision have already appeared one or two.

"What a powerful power."

Zhuo Mengzhen secretly said, feeling a little shocked.

She never imagined that the power of Liu Yu's talisman had increased so much after only 30 years of absence.

Although a little helpless, I have to admit that based on my own strength alone, I am not an opponent at all.

The woman sighed dejectedly.

Similar thoughts also flashed in the minds of several other people, who felt that Liu Yu, who was in the early stage of Jindan, had an extraordinarily powerful talisman.

The cultivation base is only at the early stage of Golden Core, but with the information collected, no one treats it as an ordinary early stage Golden Core.

Liu Yu nodded secretly in his heart, quite satisfied with the reactions of several people.

Although we are in the same boat, we must also have enough right to speak.

In some key decisions, he can exert influence on other monks and try to make the team move in the direction he wants.

The right to speak is not enough, the team's decision-making deviates from his own will, and everything is out of control. He hates that feeling very much.

Therefore, I chose to show part of my strength from the very beginning.

"Zhuo Mengzhen of the Hehuan family, at the early stage of Jindan cultivation, the natal magic weapon "Xuanming Yinyang Needle"."

Zhuo Mengzhen said as usual.

Although the strength is not as good as Liu Yu, but in the Hengduan Mountains, she does not believe that the opponent will make a move.

With the hole card bestowed by True Monarch Hehuan, facing the fellow monks, this woman is sure to save her life.

Because in comparison, the power of the natal magic weapon is too ordinary, so Zhuo Mengzhen didn't intend to show it, and there was no more to say after speaking.

After the four of them introduced themselves, the distance between each other was shortened a lot, and they were no longer the strangers before.

Regardless of whether they have ghosts or not, on the surface, they all appear to be living in harmony.

"Gao Jianhan of the Wailing Moon Valley, the spiritual sword "Black Shark" of his natal life, has been cultivated at the middle stage of Jindan, and has attained the level of "Sword Power" in kendo."

After the four of them, the aloof Gao Jianhan also spoke.

It's true that the sword cultivator is in love with the sword, but it's not that he's stupid in practicing swords. Under the current situation, he also knows how to work around and maintain the harmony on the surface of the team.

"The "Canglou" of the Qingxu sect of the old way, cultivated at the middle stage of the golden core, and the magic weapon of natal life, the Zixiao soul-severing halberd."

As he said that, Cang Lou Lao Dao also took out his talisman, which was suspended around his body and slowly rotated.

The whole body of the small halberd is lavender in color, the body of the halberd seems to be forged from some kind of spiritual bamboo, and the blade of the halberd has a metallic color, which looks very sharp.

The whole body of this halberd still faintly flashed with lightning, exuding a masculine and vigorous aura, which should be more restrained against ghosts and ghosts.

"It seems that Canglou Old Daoist's "Zixiao Soul-breaking Halberd" is also very good at attacking."

"I just don't know, how does it compare to my Sunset Golden Spear?"

"However, in terms of attack and damage, Gao Jianhan's "Black Shark Sword" is the most important."

"Combined with the realm of sword power, the pure attacking power may surpass some late-stage golden cores."

Liu Yu thought in his heart.

He secretly compared the setting sun golden rainbow gun with the magic weapons of other monks.

In the end, it came to a conclusion that based on the power of the magic weapon itself, it should only be better than Zhuo Mengzhen's "Xuanming Yin-Yang Needle", and its power is slightly inferior to the magic weapons of the other three.

Cough, at the middle level.

　PS: Sorry fellow daoists, last night the author got a Dream Dao killer move, and fell into a deep sleep again~
　
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