Realistic Longevity

"Tang Ran, there is movement at the ruins!"

In the temporary stronghold outside the security line, a member of the special department is monitoring the situation in various parts of the ruins.Originally, everything was so peaceful, and those who entered the ruins were quietly studying the bricks, tiles, plants and trees they came into contact with.

Suddenly, an abnormal spiritual power reaction suddenly appeared on the stone steps outside the gate of Jixia Academy, and the sudden burst of strange power burned all the monitoring equipment installed there by the special department, and the monitoring picture on the screen suddenly went black like a dog eclipsing the moon piece.

It was the first time that a member of the special department had worked here for more than ten years, and jumped out of his chair in fright when he encountered such a situation.

Hearing this, Tang Ran on the side hurriedly put down what he was doing and went to check it out. He found that the surveillance system was broken, so he was not nervous: "Someone may have activated the remaining power inside the ruins. Zhuang Shuai and I will go and have a look. Just to be on the safe side, you put the Tell the people from headquarters about this."

"Okay, okay!" The member of the special department broke into a cold sweat, and hurriedly followed suit.

Tang Ran put the dagger into his boots, went out of the stronghold and looked around, just in time to see Zhuang Shuai who had returned from patrol for a week, and dragged him to the safety line without saying a word.

Zhuang Shuai was staggered for a while: "What's the matter? Did something happen in the ruins?"

"A strange force erupted near the stone steps and burned down the monitoring equipment there. I asked the person in charge of monitoring to report it, and you follow me to have a look." Tang Ran explained succinctly, and the effort came in a few words At the bottom of the stone steps.

The two looked up and saw a scene that they would never forget in their entire lives.

The stone steps fade away from the ruins and decay, and become the white jade steps of ten thousand years ago, connecting the heaven and the universe at the top, leading to the nine seclusions at the bottom, and connecting with the magnificent heavenly palace in the clouds, which is majestic.

There are immortals who come from the clouds, walk on the ladder of heaven, or preach scriptures, or reason and explain the way.

The swordsman hits the building and sings, the prince swipes his brush and writes...

Confucian scholars travel thousands of miles with scrolls, Mohists guard institutions to keep black and white...

The old man in the green shirt rode a green ox to the west, and the Taoist in white rode on a Kunpeng...

In a more distant place, Taiji is divided into Yin and Yang, and the four seasons are dismantled into 24 solar terms. The natural law is cycled, and all laws are supported, and it goes round and round, endlessly.

This is the Jixia Academy in its heyday, and it is a real contending among a hundred schools of thought.

Zhuang Shuai was stunned and stared at the spot for a long time, unable to recover.

Tang Ran was not fascinated by the scene in front of him, but frowned after taking a look, and pushed Zhuang Shuai: "Look, is that Cheng Chuhua?"

"Ah?" Zhuang Shuai returned to his senses in a daze, looked in the direction he pointed, and indeed saw a solid figure among the phantoms, it was Cheng Chuhua who had just entered, "It seems to be... Could it be the vision he induced?"

Tang Ran stared at Cheng Chuhua standing in the middle of the stone steps for a moment, and said to Zhuang Shuai, "Go and call Lu Yang to take a look."

"oh oh."

Zhuang Shuai turned around and ran back. Halfway through the run, he happened to bump into Lu Yang who was walking towards this side. He was grabbed by someone, and walked back with his shoulders hooked.

Lu Yang is half a head taller than Zhuang Shuai, wearing a well-fitting burgundy casual suit, his silver-gray hair and eyes make him look like a Westerner, but his appearance is a standard oriental face, handsome and imposing.

"Brother Lu, Brother Tang asked you to go over and see the vision on the stone steps..."

"I know, I saw it." Lu Yang interrupted him, walked up to the stone steps and pushed Zhuang Shuai back, blocking him completely, "Tang Ran, although the Jixia Academy is now in ruins, there is still a lot of people under it." There is still some power hidden, and the vision we saw was probably caused by someone who triggered this power."

Tang Ran looked solemnly: "I think so too, and I'm sure that it's the person on the stone steps who triggered this power. But I dare not cut off the process of releasing the power rashly, whether it's taking that person away or finding a way Blocking this force may cause irreparable consequences."

After speaking, he paused and asked again: "What do you think we should do better?"

"No way." Lu Yang shook his head, squinted his eyes at the vision on the stone steps, "We can only wait for the people above to clean up the mess themselves."

"No, there's still something we can do."

Tang Ran thought for a moment, and just after finishing speaking, the scenery above the stone steps changed again.

All the immortals who rode on the imperial wind disappeared, replaced by cloudy clouds and thunderclaps all over the sky, lightning flashed through the clouds, and the sky was as dark as ink, suddenly it seemed as if the heaven and the earth were about to fall, a horrifying scene of annihilation.

Cheng Chuhua could only hear the sound of the Taoism gradually moving away, and the sound of thunder was endless, as if a heavy drum was beating deep in his soul, shaking him awake suddenly, and when he looked up, he saw thunder and lightning gathering in the sky, as if he was about to fall down in the next moment.

"what's the situation?!"

Cheng Chuhua was so frightened that he took two steps back, turned around and ran down the steps without hesitation.

He didn't run two steps, there was a loud thunder echoing in the sky and earth, and then several thunderbolts fell, splitting the white jade steps behind him into scorched black traces of smoke.

He couldn't dodge for a while, and was struck by a beam of lightning, and his liver and gallbladder were splitting with horror, but after the horror, he realized that he was not injured, but the steps under his feet were broken into several pieces, he stumbled and nearly rolled down .

After confirming that the lightning in the sky couldn't strike him, Cheng Chuhua was still in shock, and stroked his chest to breathe for a while.

The thunder became more and more dense, and the thunder and lightning fell more and more frequently. They smashed on the Jixia Academy Palace, shattered the sky steps, and knocked down the stone pillars. The magnificent palace collapsed and annihilated in the loud noise, turning into a Today's ruins.

Only then did Cheng Chuhua realize that it was history repeating itself.

The Jixia Academy was wiped out in the endless thunderstorms, but not a single immortal came forward. Presumably, before this catastrophe came, all the immortals and their disciples had already passed away.

The last thunderbolt fell, cutting off half of the stele and blurring the words "Jixia Academy".

A person walked out from the ruined wall, stood outside the third step, cast a glance before the eternity, and met Cheng Chuhua's eyes.

Jiang Luan.

Cheng Chuhua recited the name silently in his heart, and when he looked up, he saw the man with a smiling face, stepped down the long steps, and passed him by.

Thousands of years, a night of love.

The afterimages of the past intertwine with the reverberations of reality, whether it is true or not.

"Farewell before the twelfth floor, the spiritual wind is full of green peach branches."

The breeze suddenly picked up, blowing through the tens of thousands of hectares of robbery clouds, and the sky was bright and clear for a moment.

The broken stone steps are restored to the white jade sky steps, and the wind picks up the steps and climbs the clouds, blowing away the broken stones and gravel, and reappearing the magnificent scene.

Down the long steps, next to the stone tablet, a peach tree stretches its branches and leaves, the branches are as blue as daisy, and the air is warm and fragrant.

"If there is heaven and earth in the pot, let's say goodbye to the pot."

With a "click", the prince, who was resting against the trunk of the tree, knocked over the jug, and the wine distilled away the word "Fa" on the bamboo slip beside him.The Taoist priest in black and white robes came over with an orange cat in his arms, and slammed his head on the wine, amusing the disciples who were studying hard.

Wuming stood at the bottom of the steps, straightened his clothes, and bowed to the head of Jixia Academy with both hands.

Jixia Academy is still the same as before, and the people in the academy have not changed, only Wuming has left.

Let’s go and say goodbye, and there will be no return date for thousands of years.

Cheng Chuhua blinked again, and all the scenes in front of him disappeared like clouds and smoke, leaving only ruins, half a stone tablet, and a withered peach tree.

Yeah, it's all just history repeating itself.

Just history repeating itself.

Cheng Chuhua sighed, after seeing the two visions just now, he suddenly felt that there was no need to go to other places in Jixia Academy.The past recorded in those bricks and rubbles is not as detailed and wonderful as the scholars discussing Taoism and the thunder disaster destroying the palace, let alone the scene where Wuming finally looks back on the past and bids farewell to Jixia Academy.

If people from the special department see these visions and record them again, it is guaranteed that they will be able to publish the second part of "The Hundred Schools of Philosophy".

Thinking in this way, when Cheng Chuhua turned around, he saw a large group of people standing in the dark outside the security line, holding various types of shooting machines in their hands, probably they had almost recorded the vision just now.

Even Tang Ran and Zhuang Shuai joined in the fun with their mobile phones.

Cheng Chuhua: "..."

They really dare to do it.

Coming down from the stone steps, Cheng Chuhua wiped the sweat from his forehead, walked out of the safety line, looked at Tang Ran and other people, and said with a slight smile, "Where are you going to make a movie here? department?"

"Such an important reappearance of history, of course we have to record it, even if it has no research value, it is good to fill the database." Tang Ran put down his phone, pushed his glasses, and gave a not very serious explanation.

Cheng Chuhua didn't bother to worry about it, so he took a deep breath to calm down a bit, and then asked: "Okay, people in your special department specialize in the study of mythology systems, can someone tell me what happened just now?"

"Are you asking us? We still want to ask you!" Zhuang Shuai saved the video, sneaked from behind Lu Yang to the front, took Cheng Chuhua's hand and said excitedly: "You just aroused the last remaining power in Jixia Academy , to create those visions, how did you do it?"

"Arouse the remaining power?" Cheng Chuhua raised his eyebrows in surprise, "Me?"

"It's you." Casting a disgusted look at Zhuang Shuai's hand holding Cheng Chuhua's wrist, Tang Ran hooked his fingers around his collar and pulled him aside, "To be precise, the so-called residual power is left behind by the various schools of thought in Ji. The dao rhyme of Xiaxue Palace has no other function except to go back to history."

Lu Yang left Zhuang Shuai behind again, and continued his words: "Yes. A senior in the special department did the same thing, but the price is that he is still lying in the intensive care unit. Considering that he is now It's not too bad to open your mouth and stretch out your hand, but it's far worse than you."

Cheng Chuhua knew what Lu Yang was talking about, and Tang Ran had also told him about it, and he immediately understood the analogy: "So I accidentally did something that a certain boss of the special department risked his life for?"

Tang Ran thought for a while, and felt that he had summed it up quite well, so he nodded.

"But I really don't know the reason." Cheng Chuhua held his forehead, not knowing whether it was distress or helplessness.

"Anyway, why don't you go back to the base with us first?" Lu Yang is the chief person in charge of the opening of the Jixia Academy. Out of caution, he decided to suspend the exploration and let people notify those who had already entered the ruins to come back. "I heard that you are an immortal who lived from the Dayue Dynasty to the present. I want to ask you some questions about various schools of thought."

Only then did Cheng Chuhua notice someone he didn't know in front of him: "May I ask who you are?"

Lu Yang introduced himself in a flat tone: "Lu Yang, a clerk at the headquarters of the special department, is also the general person in charge of the opening of the Jixia Academy."

"Hi, I'm Cheng Chuhua." Although he knew that he might already recognize him, Cheng Chuhua introduced himself politely, "I can go back to the stronghold with you, but I was born in the end of the Dayue Dynasty, so I know a lot about various schools of thought. There are not many, and you may be disappointed."

Lu Yang raised his thin lips, and there were faint smile lines at the end of his eyes: "Even if only one of my questions gets an answer, the special department will still make money."

Everyone's talking about this, how could Cheng Chuhua refuse, naturally he gladly accepted the invitation to go with him.

Tang Ran and Zhuang Shuai followed the two of them, one to catch up on the story, the other to join in the fun.

The author has something to say: starting next week, every Friday and Sunday will not be updated, save manuscripts, take a break, and straighten out the train of thought, so as not to interrupt or write in the future.

Say goodbye in front of the twelfth floor, and the spiritual wind is full of green peach branches.

If there is heaven and earth in the pot, it will hurt and part with the pot.

——Li Shangyin "To the White Taoist"

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