Su Bian Cultivation World

The two most pure and worry-free times in Luo Jiujiang's life, one in Seven Islands and one in the academy.

The Academy is an academic paradise.Advocate teaching without discrimination, and accommodate all schools of thought.Kendo, Dao of Sword, Dan Dao, Le Dao... Hundreds of great ways are developed at the same time, from the most convenient shape of sword, to the most versatile alchemy material, and the ability to search old things in old papers, all are within the scope of the academy's research.

Luo Jiujiang learned music from Mr. Gongyi, and he was considered half of Gongyizhu's student.Because of this, he had no choice but to support Mr. Gongyi, and listened to many Lefeng classes during his time in the academy.

Perhaps it is for this reason that Luo Jiujiang recalls such a question at this critical moment.

——What was the first sound when the Primordial Origin was first opened?

You know, many, many years ago, there was only chaos between heaven and earth.

Then the dragon god was born from the chaos, and the four elephants woke up from the chaos, followed by the appearance of nine races, followed by hundreds of strange beasts.

After that, the Yaozu also opened their eyes, and just like that, the sky, the ground and the water were gradually filled with the shadows of living beings.

Finally, on the day when the dragon god created the world, the sparse human race gathered on the slope.

The heaven and the earth were separated by the dragon god, and the creatures in the wilderness saw a light they had never imagined in their lives.

Seven days later, the world was shattered into more than 3000 pieces by the mad dragon god, and they were connected to each other by the boundary membrane.Although they have been shattered into countless small pieces, with this disconnected connection, it seems that there will be a day when they can be reunited.

It is a fact recognized by Three Thousand Worlds that the first ray of light in the world came from the moment when the Dragon God created the world.

But no one knows where the world's first voice originated.

Most people's opinion on this is that the voice also comes from the Dragon God.It is said that on the day the Dragon God woke up, he uttered the first whisper in the history of Chaos.

There is also a small group of monks who study the history of chaos music insisting on raising the bar. Their opinion on this is: How do you know that the dragon god was not dumb during the chaos period?What if he didn't learn how to speak, and the four elephants and nine tribes taught him the pronunciation in the end?

This point of view... can't be wrong, because there is no strong evidence to prove that they are wrong.

But when Luo Jiujiang heard it for the first time, he thought it was absurd.

But beyond these two mainstream views, there is a very, very rare minority.

These monks believe that the first sound between heaven and earth comes from chaos.

Chaos should have life, and chaos should have sound.

At this moment, Luo Jiujiang suddenly thought of the Xuanzhu senior in the academy who argued hard because of this matter.

Luo Jiujiang thought: He is right.

Because at this moment, Luo Jiujiang is listening to the voice from the world.

The first voice in the world comes from the world itself.

When the Xuanwu Daoyuan invaded and half of the small world in Luo Jiujiang's dantian was destroyed, and both his and the small world's lives were hanging by a thread, Luo Jiujiang also heard the voice of his own world.

The voice was neither male nor female, neither old nor young, as thin as a mosquito groaning about his imminent fate, but he didn't make any more pleas to Luo Jiujiang.

It is thin and low, as weak as a new sprout born out of the ground, as if with a pinch of a fingernail, that weak life will end.

The world needs to be cared for.This is the first impression left by Voice of the World on Luo Jiujiang.

However, what he heard now was completely different from the existence in his concept.

Luo Jiujiang heard an old wind, which roared hoarsely, as if he had just passed through the wilderness, walked through the wilderness, entered the deepest part of the rift valley and turned back out.It has gone through a long and futile dangerous journey before it has a chance to reach Luo Jiujiang's ears.

If the voice of the small world of Dantian can still be called the cry for help before dying, then the will surrounding Luo Jiujiang can only be called the residual echo in the cemetery.

There will be no dew in the long-drought wilderness. After the tsunami, there will be no more fish swimming in the sea. It is difficult to find life in a world that has been forcibly polluted and refined by others.

Only the old stories of the past repeatedly tour the sky above the world, and the voices telling them are endless.

The first voice Luo Jiujiang heard came from Chaoyan Realm under his feet.

The world that has just been emptied is much more dynamic than the Jinyun serial world. It didn't just read its old stories dryly, but asked Luo Jiujiang a question at the very beginning.

The world asked Luo Jiujiang, have you ever seen Chaoyanhua?

Luo Jiujiang had never seen it before.

Almost at the moment when his thought was transmitted, he received the news from this world through the eyes of his small world in Dantian.At that moment, he saw Chaoyanhua's appearance clearly.

The shape of Chaoyanhua is like a small umbrella, but its color is soft red orange and light pink, like a newly woven brocade in the sky.

Every morning in the world, it fluffs its small down feathers and flies to every corner of this world by the wind.

It blooms on mountain tops, springs, riversides and seas.The tiny roots of the flowers are stuck in the mist in the air, they are born in the morning and die at noon, and the spring comes and the winter solstice, and it goes round and round, year after year.

This kind of umbrella flower, which is only the size of an adult's fingernail, renders every morning in Chaoyan World like a rainbow.

This world that was refined in front of Luo Jiujiang quietly told Luo Jiujiang that Chaoyanhua was its favorite makeup powder.

In the past thousands of years, the world has carefully cultivated this immature flower, sending it to every corner with its own wind.

So every morning, when the sun rises, Chaoyan World has its new makeup.

……

Chaoyanhua died when Taotie broke in suddenly.

Looking at the place where the flower feast passed, there were bloodstains and screams left behind.The dried blood evaporated into the air, and there was no place for any Chaoyan flower root in the blood mist.

Within three days, under the devouring, sacrifice and control of the gluttons, the whole world was littered with corpses, and the air was permeated with tiny drops of blood.

Under the bloody claws of the gluttonous lord, even the world itself cannot be preserved, let alone a small, delicate flower.

Luo Jiujiang opened his eyes, and there was a long-standing sigh in his eyes.

He opened his dantian to the final will of this world, and the Nascent Soul in the dantian also stood up, with his arms open like a welcoming embrace.

At that moment, a soft sigh sounded in Luo Jiujiang's ears.

Taotie only saw Luo Jiujiang pause, thinking that he was out of strength, and immediately opened his mouth to suck and attack, his eyes already regarded Luo Jiujiang as a piece of living meat that was about to reach his mouth.

He saw Luo Jiujiang's young and strong body, he saw the fresh flesh and blood, he saw Yin Yang Daoyuan obediently obeying the orders of the mere human race, and he also saw the spiritual energy in the meridians under Luo Jiujiang's hands holding the knife like a river generally stable operation.

He only realized how delicious Luo Jiujiang was, but he never saw for a moment that Luo Jiujiang's knife tip silently picked up a small flower with fine petals, like an umbrella covering the sunset.

The flowers also fell in the dantian of Luo Jiujiang's Nascent Soul all over his head and body, and each flower was exactly the same as the one staying on the tip of his knife.

—— Chaoyan World entrusted the final legacy to Luo Jiujiang's Small World, which made the world in the dantian grow stronger with the naked eye, and also entrusted the Small World with its favorite Chaoyan Flower.

So at that moment, Luo Jiujiang's sword energy scattered like rain.

Hua Yanwang was surprised to find that, almost in the blink of an eye, the number of roads in Luo Jiujiang became erratic, like an antelope's horns... No, it's more like a rain of soft and scattered flowers, beautiful is beautiful, but At the moment of encountering Mizusawa, a deadly knife flower will suddenly bloom.

For the first time in hundreds of years, Hua Yanwang had an extremely ominous premonition in his heart, as if the dead body was broken.

He suppressed the bad intentions in his heart, trying to disturb Luo Jiujiang: "Did you change your sword technique before the battle? Young man, young man, this is a big taboo in fighting. Are you still..."

Luo Jiujiang raised his eyes and smiled at him.

He asked Taotie: "Have you ever seen Chaoyanhua?"

"...What flower?" Hua Yanwang was taken aback for a moment, never expecting Luo Jiujiang to ask himself such an impossible question at such a critical moment of life and death.

"The gluttonous master has always looked at no one, and of course he can't even see a small flower." Luo Jiujiang said meaningfully, "Come, I will give you a lot of insight."

At that moment, the light of Luo Jiujiang's saber exploded, and the world in the dantian shot out an extremely dazzling ray of light.The last remaining core of the Chaoyan world responds to Luo Jiujiang's call, and creates countless phantoms of Chaoyan flowers in front of and behind Huayanwang. In the blink of an eye, all of Taotie's avatars were cut into blood.

"Do you know each other now?" Luo Jiujiang asked with raised eyebrows.

Hua Yanwang almost cursed!

Luo Jiujiang directly asked him the name "Chao Yan Hua", but of course he didn't know.But now that the shadow of the knife is turned into a shadow of a flower, Tao Tie can naturally distinguish the appearance of this small flower.

When he first entered the world, he had seen this kind of flowers flying all over the sky, and his only impression of it was that it was tasteless, it was everywhere, and it still made his throat sticky.

He has never paid attention to the name of this delicate flower, has never explored the origin of this flower, and naturally has never thought about why Chaoyan Flower has faded from this world overnight.

Luo Jiujiang's sword is like a star falling, but even at such a critical juncture, he still talks to Hua Yanwang solemnly.

He said: "Before you die, keep your eyes open for a good look at this flower - it's beautiful and my friend's favorite flowery morning makeup."

Hua Yanwang wished to put on Luo Jiujiang's makeup immediately.

He really felt that there was something that he hadn't noticed, which had changed subtly and silently.And he still hasn't noticed the source of this change, and its fate.

——So of course he doesn't know that at this moment, the voices of the world are converging to Luo Jiujiang, like hundreds of rivers entering the sea, Jinyun Realm, Jinkong Realm, Jindi Realm, and the three worlds connected by Jinyun are all absent.

The stories of the three worlds unfold to Luo Jiujiang at the same time, and the small world of Luo Jiujiang is surrounded by three sighs from the past.

The worlds generously donated the last legacy to the owner who was willing to keep it safe, and then threw themselves into the arms of the small world without hesitation, becoming a part of Luo Jiujiang's power.

They are more reliable than flimsy paper records, longer than heterogeneous inherited memories, and more solid than oral stories.

The original wills of the world still remember what happened before they were refined by Taotie.

As for these, Hua Yanwang has no impression at all.

So he didn't understand where Luo Jiujiang's sudden surge of power came from, and he couldn't understand why that power made him feel familiar.