Tai sui

In the furnace, Xi Ping was involved in countless times of birth, old age, sickness and death, and he didn't know when it would be.

Outside the furnace, Xi Ping saw the "Changchuan" in the Huawai furnace at a glance, flowing from the desolate ancient times before the completion of Lingshan to the present.In the compressed eternity, nobles, sluts, good people, wicked people... even flowers, birds, fish and insects all have their own faces.

On the way of the river, there are smoke and prosperity on both sides of the river, and prosperity coexists with cold and heat.

The infant saint is crying loudly, the toddler is stumbling, the self-denying demon is tireless, the resentful spouse is still in tenderness, and the mountain alliance vows to die together with the mountains and the sea.

In the freezing rain, the young man who was forced by his servants to sweep the stone steps was instantly covered in white hair. He pointed to the sky, and the cold moonlight swept across the ditch he didn't want to look at.

Brothers born side by side join hands to resist the test of the world, and turn against each other in the same world, fighting each other to the death.

Xi Ping's spiritual consciousness in the furnace was stretched for tens of millions of years, from ancient times to the present, and before he could recover, he was staggered and driven ashore.

A fresh and tender fruit fell, and he snatched it up, but the fragrance only lingered on the tip of his nose for a moment, and then it faded away.

In the end, both the fragrant and the smelly ones were wiped out, leaving only nothingness in his empty hands.

However, the golden light that guided him in the furnace was still rushing towards the infinite future.

Xi Ping in the furnace outside the furnace relies on the perspective from outside the furnace to stay awake and rational.

Xi Ping, who was outside the furnace, was paralyzed by all kinds of smells in the furnace.

Only a split second passed in real time, and it was too late for all external sounds to reach his ears.Therefore, at that moment, he lost all his companions, and his teachers, relatives, enemies and friends were all inaccessible.

He is only himself, looking at himself.

Xi Ping stared at the golden light that led the way, and did not rush to catch up. He calmed down on the spot, he took a breath, and thought: So the refining furnace is so magical, if I went to Plated Moon Peak back then, I might follow the master Entered the way of refining equipment.Alas, isn't this more interesting than my master holding an iron sword back and forth to break the ice all day long?

At this moment, a chuckle suddenly sounded next to his ear, which scared the rebel who was slandering his master into a fright.

It was a slightly hoarse female voice, Xi Ping followed the reputation, and saw the flying golden light falling back in front of him at some point.The golden light was so dazzling that it was impossible to look directly at the scorching sun. Xi Ping squinted his eyes, and saw a vague figure in the light—a woman of medium height with an unusually slender frame, with a pair of bracelets folded on her wrists... It was very impressive. When Wang Chuan was in Qiu Killer, he once condensed such a figure, but it was a pity that he was dispelled by Pofa before it was fully formed.

Is this the image left by Mr. Huixiang during his lifetime?

Xi Ping's spirit was shaken, and he cupped his hands at the man: "Senior."

In fact, only living people and living spirits can interact and chat with people. The Dao Hearts left on utensils are dead objects and relics—even if there are lifelike images in some relics, they are like old paintings, which are invisible and intangible.

Saluting a "painting" is a bit silly, but she is so spiritual, Xi Ping still decided that it is not surprising that there are many people saluting.

The woman in the golden light beckoned to him, and the bracelets collided with each other lively: "Come."

Xi Ping has never seen what a serious Dao heart looks like - Yuan Hui's fake one doesn't count.He was a little curious, not only curious about Hui Xiangjun's Dao heart, but also why Xiang Rong hadn't erased the original owner's Dao heart on Huawai Furnace for 200 years, so he immediately followed.

800 years ago, the unrestrained and innocent folk customs of Chudi were probably not as prudish as that of Dawan. The hand full of bracelets pulled him over without hesitation, and pulled his head off. .Then the woman in the golden light stood on tiptoe and pressed her forehead to Xi Ping's.

Xi Ping closed his eyes subconsciously, and opened them again, only to see that everything around him seemed to be an exploding palette.

Plants, trees, and beasts have all separated their essence. He looked at the world from this weird perspective, and he was dizzy for a moment, only to realize that the overripe fruit fragrance had the same origin as the flower, and the spiritual energy diffused around the natal celestial artifact and the master's spiritual consciousness The shape presented at the moment of separation from the body is exactly the same...

Xi Ping immediately understood that this was the world in the eyes of masters of the Art of Refining.

Everything has a secret connection. Those sounds, colors, and spirits are either freely combined in her hands, or form an ingenious balance due to mutual repulsion. Time... and even herself are just one of the materials. Created a bizarre world.

Xi Ping comprehended and interpreted the first level of Yongchun Brocade Artifact Refining Dao: All forms are like illusions, all phases are impermanent, everything can be deciphered and reconstructed, and the person who refines the weapon is the creator.

This is similar to the law-breaking secret realm currently hanging in Tao County, and it is not difficult to understand. Xi Ping thought it was very interesting, but he didn't find it strange, so he asked, "Is there any more?"

Jin Guangzhong opened a pair of slender eyes, met his gaze, the corners of his eyes slightly bent, and the next moment, that grotesque world dissipated.

Inside the furnace, a colorful figure ran away with the fragrant wind.

Xi Ping was taken aback by the big pheasant that appeared out of nowhere, and quickly turned to get out of the way. After a closer look, the hem of the skirt that was torn off because he couldn't move his legs was very familiar. Huali's self "running to the Lingyang River".

Xi Ping suddenly discovered that when he was a mortal, his footsteps were heavy when he ran. Although he was young and agile, his every move seemed a little uncoordinated to him now.The thin spiritual energy passed him by, but missed it as if it had nothing to do with it.He first smelled the smell of powder, and then the "human smell" under the powder - a little sweat, which is not unpleasant, but if it is left unwashed, it will definitely become sour and smelly after a day or two.

Immediately afterwards, "Big Pheasant" stepped on the saber, and the gauze skirt around her body fell off, and the powder scattered into the void.Xi Ping saw himself standing up with the sword and became a half-immortal.The spiritual energy passed through his spiritual aperture and meridians, and then released again. His body was coated with a thin layer of spiritual light, constantly peeling off the falling dust and stains from his body.

Later, Xi Ping saw Yu Jian's self change again, and a qin with the same origin as him appeared in his hand.His hair suddenly grew a section, and his aura suddenly sank, vortex-like to connect with the surrounding aura, and he glanced back casually, it was his own appearance at this time.

Xi Ping was taken aback for a moment, and he suddenly found that the "sense of flesh and blood" in his body was disappearing bit by bit.

The mortal body is like the fruit he held in his palm when he fell into the outer furnace of evolution, with flesh and blood that will age and rot.There is always wear and tear on the body, it will smell bad if it is not washed, the flesh will be flawed, and the tips of the hair and fingertips will dry up. The thrilling feeling that may deteriorate at any time is the "sense of flesh and blood", which is extremely fresh because it is on the verge of death.

In comparison, the flawless Foundation Establishment Immortal is like a cold statue of Bai Ling. Even if his body is broken into several pieces and the furnace is filled with blood, he no longer has that sense of flesh and blood.

At this time, a golden light flashed in front of Xi Ping's eyes, and the surging spiritual energy slowed down and magnified tens of millions of times in his eyes. After the furnace smashed and reconstructed the sound, it aimed at the "spiritual energy".

After slowing down and zooming in, Xi Ping saw the so-called "spiritual energy", which is countless tiny light spots wrapped in the wind.

Ordinary people, plants, cows and horses also have this kind of small light spots in their bodies, and only a few sporadic ones can support their endless life.They also only need this point, no matter how dense the surrounding light spots are, they are unlikely to penetrate into the body.

But the half-immortal will take the initiative to breathe out spiritual energy, "spots of light" slip through their eight meridians, and most of them will be released back to the surroundings, but a small amount of spiritual energy light spots will stay in their bones and blood. Light up the dim mortal bones bit by bit—this is the most important part of the practice of enlightened monks: purifying spiritual bones.

And above the foundation establishment, the monk's whole body has been soaked in the light spots of aura, and there is a circulation of aura in his body.Insatiately absorbing new aura from the surroundings and blending it into the true essence, the true essence is getting thicker and thicker, but the boundary of the monk's whole person is blurred, and it gradually seems to be integrated with the aura outside the body.

Xi Ping was feeling a little uncomfortable when he saw a golden hand reach out and gently wipe his eyelids.

The aura light spots slowed down and enlarged again, and Xi Ping was taken aback: he found that those light spots were formed by clusters of very small inscriptions.

Although he didn't learn it deliberately, he has seen the world. After all, Sanyue Xianshan is known as the hometown of inscriptions in the world. He has read a lot of inscriptions of various levels along the way, but he has never seen any of those miniature inscriptions!

The next moment, the golden light flashed again, the person in front of Xi Ping disappeared, and Lingshan rose from the ground.

Sanyue, Xuanyin... the mountains are transparent, and there are tiny inscriptions everywhere.Part of it is congested in the mountain spirit stone mine, and part of it seeps into the ground veins and is transferred to various parts of the country.

Xi Ping suddenly raised his head, and said to the woman who couldn't answer him: "Senior, what do you mean, the higher the level of cultivation, the more likely you will be assimilated by Lingshan?"

The woman kept silent, laughed without saying a word.

Xi Ping waited for a while, and seeing that she didn't respond, he knew that he must have made a mistake.

"Isn't that right?" He pinched the center of his brows with a bit of a headache, and frowned as he looked at the aura slowly flowing past him, "My inscription is a half-assed person who doesn't understand well, it would be great if the third brother was here..."

While muttering, he fished it out with a heavy hand.After grabbing those tiny inscriptions in the light spots of aura, Xi Ping suddenly let out a "huh" - he found that those tiny inscriptions were actually repelling him. The tyrannical true energy was sucked back, and it melted into his palm unwillingly.

It was only then that Xi Ping discovered that there were many kinds of subtle inscriptions in the aura light spots, but they were all incompatible with his own aura. After being forcibly inhaled by him, the foreign aura inscriptions first struggled to be assimilated by him, and then incorporated into his meridians.

Xi Ping quickly changed his mind: That's right, his way is not in the Three Thousand Great Ways, and even the aura is not so legitimate, it is one step more than others.

Xi Ping raised his head again to look at the phantom of Lingshan Mountain, and saw that Sanyue Mountain and Xuanyin Mountain are full of three thousand roads that lead to the same goal by different routes. There is also a huge spiritual seal on the foundation of the mountain, which is composed of countless small inscriptions that are exactly the same. To all parts of the country, discipline the shape of mountains and rivers, and outline the boundaries of Lingshan.

Xi Ping turned to the woman next to him: "Whose Dao is the foundation of Lingshan Mountain? Was it from the saint who was full moon?"

The woman nodded imperceptibly.

So it turns out that this is what Zhuo Ming meant when he said, "Heaven and earth have been fighting".

The way of Lingshan is the way of saints. In the war between gods and demons, a group of monks competed for power. The winner used his own Dao heart as the basis to gather countless spirit stones in one place to construct Lingshan. And the living beings are all in the palm of your hand.

What the sages and the demon gods are fighting for is power!

There has been no full moon in the world for thousands of years, because Lingshan has already had a master. Today's cicadas can only get close to the way of the sage in their lifetime, but no matter how they are pruned, even if the heart of the Tao is inherited from the sage from the beginning, the situation is different. After thousands of years, there will always be slight deviations, and they will never be able to fully integrate into Lingshan.

"So Xiang Rong used the furnace to stew himself, and compared with Emperor Xuan, he reconstructed his Dao heart!"

No wonder he hasn't erased the remains of Mr. Huixiang for so many years.

Xi Ping: "Senior, can twisted melons work?"

The ruins in Jin Guangli won't answer him. I wonder if it's Xi Ping's illusion. The image of the woman is a little clearer, and he can see her face clearly... The facial features are very similar to Qiu Sha, but a little more delicate. grow up with her.

"Then... what is your true heart?"

Melt everything, refactor everything?

If she hadn't died that year, wouldn't she have been able to refine the last few great spirit mountains, and since then the world has been unified, and everyone has changed their surname to "Yongchunjin"?

But I don't know why, maybe he doesn't have the heart to dominate Lingshan, and Xi Ping always feels that something is wrong because he is purely seeking knowledge.

He had a strong intuition that there seemed to be something missing in this furnace.

"forward……"

Before Xi Ping finished speaking, a hurricane suddenly broke out in the furnace outside the furnace, and the woman in Jin Guangzhong was swept away.

At the same time, his whole portrait was broken into ten thousand pieces. It turned out that a moment later, Xiang Rong had discovered the abnormality of the Huawai furnace, and the newly appointed moon-full saint could mobilize any ray of spiritual energy in Western Chu territory with a single thought.

Xi Ping's body outside the furnace...even the reincarnated wood branch shorter than a thumb, instantly turned into powder together, and the furnace suddenly went out!

The picture in the outer furnace disappeared with a bang, and the infinitely extended time collapsed back together, uniting with the outside world.

Xi Ping didn't even have time to react, and his body and form disappeared.

When Wudu Haihai was smashed by Zhao Yin, his spiritual consciousness was dreaming in the star stone, there was no pain, a trace of spiritual consciousness fell in Yuzhou, and he couldn't remember anything when he woke up.This time, the part of him hiding in the furnace clearly knew what had happened, and actually "died" once.

When the pain reaches a certain level, it can overwhelm people's spirits. In an instant, Xi Ping lost all thoughts and his mind went blank.

A section of dark red lotus root belt suddenly protruded from the small half of his body in the furnace, and it crawled up his neck like a tattoo.