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This made the Sansheng Stone such an oolong, Jiucai told Jing Rong the method of reshaping Mo Lingyun's meridians, she said: "The Sansheng Stone is an ancient sacred stone, and it has the effect of predestined fate. I originally wanted to show you it , and then talk about the method of reshaping the meridians."

Jing Rong bowed his head and listened quietly. To be honest, he no longer remembered what he saw when he touched the Sansheng Stone. It was like an absurd and boundless dream with no trace to be found.

"This ancient god's stone is not only the Sansheng stone, you should know it better than me." Jiu looked at Jing Rong, "The Xuantian stone is left over from the ancient god Rongxie who split thousands of small worlds. It can heal the cracks in the world and heal a congenital broken How difficult is the meridian."

Jing Rong's eyes flashed, and he didn't answer her immediately, but Jiu continued to say: "According to my clan records, there are two pieces of Xuantian Stone left in this small world, one in the hands of the Yaozu, and one , it is the treasure of your Xuantian sect."

"This reluctance and reluctance are just in your mind, the future suzerain of Xuantianzong——Rong Xie Daojun."

What Jiu said is true, Jing Rong has no way to refute it, and suddenly understands why Master reacted so badly after knowing that Ling Yun's innate meridian was broken. At first, he was afraid that he would use Xuantian Stone for Ling Yun, right?

Jing Rong considered for a long time, but still couldn't make a decision. Jiu also just told him the solution, without saying anything superfluous. It was completely in accordance with the agreement. He helped them get rid of the evil monster of Guan Luoyuan, and she told them the solution of the broken congenital meridians. The rest is up to Jing Rong to judge by himself.

When Jing Rong went back alone, Mo Lingyun was also running towards him with a snack box in his hands. With a smile on his face, he could easily share his joy with others. He said, "Master! I just learned today Made flower cakes! Would you like to try it?"

The flower cake is also considered a unique food in southern Xinjiang. Jing Rong has heard of it many times, but has never eaten it. Unexpectedly, Mo Lingyun was very motivated to make it himself.

Jing Rong looked at Mo Lingyun and was speechless for a while, but Mo Lingyun was keenly aware that his mood was not right, so he hurriedly put away his smile, looked at him cautiously, and asked, "Is something wrong? Doesn't seem happy?"

"If, I mean if." Jing Rong sighed softly, "I can't reshape your meridians..."

"Then, let's die then..." Mo Lingyun's eyes flashed, and he thought he looked away indistinctly, "It's nothing serious, Master, don't be unhappy..."

"Do you really think so?" Jing Rong stretched out his hands to straighten Mo Lingyun's face and let him look at him. He saw that the water in Mo Lingyun's eyes was slightly hot, and surprise flashed in Mo Lingyun's eyes.

Mo Lingyun blinked frantically and retracted the layer of mist, and smiled at Jing Rong: "Really."

This smile is too fake, not as sweet as before, but also adds a bit of bitterness.

Jing Rong closed her eyes and frowned slightly, "I mean if, not necessarily so."

"Forget it, forget it." Mo Lingyun tugged Jing Rong's sleeve lightly, he said: "It's so troublesome... Master has worked hard, let's go back, don't think about it..."

"Don't be unhappy, okay?" Mo Lingyun lowered his head and didn't dare to look at him, but turned his head to look at the sky.

Jing Rong took a deep breath, reached out to take the food box from Mo Lingyun's hand, and tried to relax his tone: "There will be a solution."

"Yeah." Mo Lingyun was laughing, but his eyes silently told that he had no hope at all.

Jing Rong suddenly covered Mo Lingyun's eyes with his hand. Seeing Mo Lingyun's Adam's apple moved slightly, he couldn't say anything, and he didn't push his hand away. Jing Rong was silent for a moment, and said, "I'm sorry."

The corners of Mo Lingyun's lips were slightly curved, and he groped to cover Jing Rong's blindfolded hand, he said: "Don't be sorry, my fate is like this, Master has done his best, I know it."

"Don't believe in fate, I don't believe it, and you don't believe it either."

"it is good."

Jiu said that no matter what Jing Rong decides, he can send Mo Lingyun to her first to wash her marrow with ancient prescriptions. If one day he gets the Yaozu Xuantian Stone, he can better reshape Mo Lingyun's meridians.

It seemed that she had tacitly agreed that it was impossible for Jing Rong to give up the treasure of Xuantianzong to continue Mo Lingyun's veins.

No matter what others think, Jing Rong always has a glimmer of hope for Mo Lingyun's meridians, but he really can't do it now, so he gave Mo Lingyun the Xuantian Stone, "You go to Jiu's place to wash the marrow first, so that it will be better for the future." The meridians are reshaped as a foreshadowing."

"Okay, Master, remember to take good care of yourself." Mo Lingyun couldn't help but laugh. This trip to southern Xinjiang really gave him a lot of hope, but with hope, disappointment is always harder to bear.

He didn't want Jing Rong to be unhappy because of his emotions, but as the person involved, he didn't feel sad.

It may not be a good thing to separate and calm down for a while.

When Mo Lingyun left, Jing Rong realized it later, and his world became quieter, just like the desertedness before he met Mo Lingyun, but he didn't quite get used to it.

Jing Rong picked up a flower cake made by Mo Lingyun, broke it open bit by bit, he saw the bright red flower filling inside, the taste was only slightly sweet, and there was still a lingering fragrance of petals in the aftertaste.

If Ling Yun was here, he would definitely ask him if the cake was delicious, right?

Jing Rong pursed her lips, and put the remaining half of the cake back into the box.

On the other end, the bored Nan Siyuan was arguing with the high priest: "You guys are guarding against me, are you trying to hide something?"

Dove ignored him.

Nan Siyuan gathered Fuchen together, and smiled again: "Let me guess, you are not, are you plotting against Taoist Rongxie?"

Jiu's face changed, and he glared angrily, "How can my Gu clan have this ability?"

Even the minions of the Hengshan Sword Sect can bully them, not to mention the Tianjiao of the first sect.

"Don't get angry, I'll just talk casually." Nan Siyuan was still laughing, "After all, I've been here for several days, and I haven't seen Daoist Rongxie at a glance."

"You are the one who stayed in my Gu Clan Book Pavilion." Jiu looked coldly, "Your Taoist Lord will stay in the guest room, and you can go see him at any time."

"Ah...then I'm going now?"

"what ever."

Facts have proved that Jing Rong really took good care of her.

"Nan Daochang."

"Mr. Rong Xie."

After the two exchanged polite greetings, Jing Rong asked the question he cared most about, "Why are you here?" It was Jing Rong who asked.

"Find some ancient secrets."

"He Mi." Jing Rong didn't mean anything, but subconsciously answered this sentence.

"Tell me, is there really only one god in ancient times?" Nan Siyuan deliberately lowered his tone. This is the night, and his serious appearance coupled with his aura of a master, really has some meaning.

Jing Rong didn't answer, so he went on talking to himself: "You see, this Gu family is charged with the serious crime of losing a sacred object, but what they lost was just a useless stone. According to Rong Xie's record, the Creator God He is not someone who is easy to criticize, how could this ancestor of the Gu clan blame himself to the extent that he would be willing to seal the whole clan to the bitter cold land and never set foot in the northern border."

This is the first time Jing Rong knows that Nan Siyuan is so interested in the ancient gods, and also the first time he knows that he is so capable and eloquent.

But Jing Rong himself has a good understanding of the ancient god Rongxie, so he simply accepted his words: "The Gu clan in "The Book of Ancient Gods" is a traitor to the gods, so it is not surprising that there is such a punishment."

"No, that's not right." Nan Siyuan vetoed it, and he didn't think it was inappropriate to discuss gossip about the Gu clan in the realm of the Gu clan, "If it's just the demon clan's turmoil, how could God Rongxie, as the creator god, wipe out the world together? between."

"So?" For some reason, Jing Rong was not willing to participate in this kind of topic.

"In ancient times, is it possible that Rongxie was not the only god? Maybe the battle of the ancient times was actually a battle of the gods?" Nan Siyuan seemed to be excited, walked a few steps closer to Jing Rong, and was caught again Jing Rong took two steps back to distance himself.

He didn't know what to say, he was always happy to talk about the things he had studied for many years to Jingrong, even if Jingrong was always calm, and would even block him with ancient books.

""The Book of the Ancient Gods" was annotated by Patriarch Boyang in conjunction with Lingjun Leshen and the founder of our sect. If you have any doubts, you can go to your dream and ask Patriarch for advice." A little impatient, it seems that there is a sign of leaving.

"I just have reasonable doubts. If he is really the only god in this world, how could anyone force him to die?" Seeing that Jing Rong seemed to be annoyed, Nan Siyuan also returned to his usual tone. The fanaticism in his face has also faded into indifference, and this serious look really has the temperament of a Taoist master.

"Even if this is the case, everything has already disappeared, so why bother to pursue it." Jing Rong realized that he couldn't pick out any problems in Nan Siyuan's words.

"I'm just curious. After all, our Taoism's "The Book of the Ancient Gods" may not be the same as your Xuantianzong's." Nan Siyuan said in an unclear manner.

"The devil is an evil race, coveting all realms and plotting against it, and the human race united with all races to resist it, and it was invincible.

The upper god Rongxie couldn't bear the suffering of all living beings, and fought against him, and used his body to separate the world and the myriad realms, the beginning and end of the demon clan, and the prosperity of the human race. "Jing Rongnian didn't show any emotion, and Nan Siyuan was choked by him, his expression was a bit weird, who said he was difficult to get along with and difficult to communicate with, let's try against Jing Rong.

The passage Jing Rong just read was the opening chapter of "The Chronicles of the Ancient Gods". It briefly introduced the origin of the War of the Ancients and the fall of the god Rongxie, and also expressed that he was not interested in this topic.

"Do you think what is recorded in the book must be correct?" Nan Siyuan adjusted his expression, and continued to talk to himself: ""The Book of Ancient Gods" was also written. It is just the definition of us mortals, what is the meaning of time and everything to the gods who live in the sky?"

"My patriarch also said, 'The world is not benevolent, and everything is a humble dog'. Rong Xie is the creator of the world. Isn't this attitude of treating everyone equally? In his eyes, what is the difference between the human race and the demon race? Just like there is no difference between a mortal and an ant in his eyes, why did he fight for the fight between the two bugs, so that he died?" Nan Siyuan also quoted ancient classics, and sorted them out in an orderly manner order.

Jing Rong stopped and looked at Nan Siyuan thoughtfully. I have to say that Nan Siyuan's logic is really correct. Except for God Rongxie, there is no record of a god here. He will care about the struggle of all things, and more about writing that he, as the creator of the world, has lived in the sky for a long time and will not show his face for thousands of years.

Seeing that Jing Rong's interest was aroused, Nan Siyuan also became a little excited, and continued: "So, is it possible that "The Book of the Ancient Gods" is wrong from the beginning? How could the offense of ants anger the gods? Would it be better to say that it was the battle of the gods in the first place?"

... Sure enough, it went back to the beginning.

"Stop." Jing Rong raised his hand, and Nan Siyuan beside him became dumb suddenly. This was the first time Jing Rong used the Suppression Curse, and it was quite effective unexpectedly.

Nan Siyuan's eyes widened. It's hard for an ordinary person to talk to him. Now that he kindly told Jing Rong so much, Jing Rong actually put a curse on him because of his high level? !

The author has something to say: It can be regarded as some bystander's opinion about the past life. I am actually researching whether the plot of the past life should be written after the main text is finished, or open a separate book and slowly update the past life.