Chapter 549 Handwriting

Chapter 549 Handwriting

Liu Yu, Zhuo Mengzhen and others walked over after hearing the voice, and then their eyes narrowed.

The handwriting on the stone wall is either neat and tidy, or dragons and phoenixes are dancing, or beautiful and cute.

There are also some scrawled like ghost drawings.

The simple words carry the Jindan monk's will before leaving, and have a different meaning.

Through words and spiritual induction, all kinds of different wills and thoughts come to mind.

Some people take life and death lightly, some face it calmly, and some move forward indomitably.

There are also some that reveal the slightest fear of death and the helplessness of reality.

The handwriting may be old or new. Depending on how old or new it is, it is easy to tell the time.

The ancient handwriting has become blurred, and it is estimated that it was left tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands of years ago!

At that time, the area of ​​the Seven Nations Alliance was still dominated by good and evil.

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

Although there were varying degrees of decay and weathering, Liu Yu could identify it and understand its meaning.

The last few were left over thousands of years ago, and judging from some of the "new" handwriting, they were probably just a few decades ago.

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

This was the oldest handwriting, and Liu Yu could barely make it out, half-guessing it.

Looking at the signature at the back, I vaguely pieced together the two characters "Taibai".

Based on this sentence, he judged that the era of this "Master Taibai" should not be far away from losing contact with the Tang Dynasty, and he was still full of yearning for the Central Region.

“There are green mountains and green clouds everywhere in the world.”

According to the handwriting, this should be an existence tens of thousands of years ago, left behind by a golden elixir monk named "Zhenren Qingyun".

These few short sentences are full of determination to move forward.

But from a few words, Liu Yu saw something different.

From the beginning of nostalgia and longing, as the time between them became longer and longer, the "centrifugal force" between Tiannan and Zhongyu became stronger and stronger.

The later the time goes by, the fewer monks will miss the Tang Dynasty!

The reason why he "moves forward indomitably" is no longer because of any righteousness, but for his own path and the glory of the sect.

In the few words left behind, there were explicit or implicit reasons for going, and these reasons were various.

However, the longing for and nostalgia for the Tang Dynasty gradually disappeared, but this is an unstoppable trend.

In the writings written tens of thousands of years ago, there are very few monks mentioning the Tang Dynasty and Chang'an anymore.

In the handwriting written in the past ten thousand years, there are no words such as Baqiao Liuxia and Xuanwu Gate.

Most of the words left by the monks carry their own will, and there is no longer any nostalgia for the past, such as the following sentence:

"The human heart is like a tree."

"The more a tree yearns for light, the further its roots go downward, toward the soil, and toward the depths of darkness!!"

"Xuan Ye Zhenren"

The words between the lines are full of personal will and views on the path to immortality, which can even be said to be somewhat extreme.

Based on the strong style, Liu Yu judged that it should be left behind by a certain demonic master tens of thousands of years ago.

It's too late to say it, but it's too late to say it.

Liu Yu looked at the stone wall and saw that it only took three breaths. After three breaths, the information had been completely collected.

"tread"

At this time, Gao Jianhan from the Waning Moon Valley took the lead and stepped forward. A half-foot-long aqua blue sword energy emerged from his fingertips, and he started carving on the stone wall.

"Hua Hua"

The stone chips fell down, as fragile as white paper under the sharp sword energy.

"There are three million sword immortals in the sky, even if they see me, they must lower their eyebrows!"

Finally, Gao Jianhan wrote this sentence, which attracted strange looks from several people.

But this person was not embarrassed at all. After writing, he walked over to Yi Pang and continued to play with his black long sword.

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Liu Yu's face was expressionless, and he just glanced silently, then quickly looked away without any intention of ridiculing.

What’s so funny about bravely speaking out about your dreams? !

If you don’t say it now, when will you say it?

I wonder if there will be another chance in the future!

The first three realms of sword cultivation are sword power, sword intention, and sword heart.

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

In ancient times, most people could enter the realm of great power, so it is not an exaggeration to call them "Sword Immortals".

However, "Sword Immortals also need to lower their eyebrows." It is conceivable that Gao Jianhan is a bit...

"But when it comes to cultivation, sometimes you do need to be blinded by self-confidence. This kind of mentality is quite good."

Liu Yu thought silently.

At this time, Mu Yunyan, a girl in palace attire, also stepped forward, a flash of light emerged from her white and tender fingertips, and she carved a few lines of beautiful handwriting.

"The Peach Blossom Song Ends"

"Flying souls disperse"

"There is no way to attract Chu"

After carving a few lines of words, Mu Yunyan walked aside.

Her long, silky 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 of the words he created when put together.

But based on a few words, he estimated that it was something about love and love.

There is no way, female cultivators are more emotional and pay more attention to this aspect.

"snort"

Zhuo Mengzhen seemed to be able to understand the words Mu Yunyan had engraved, and she snorted with some disdain in her heart.

What's so good about those dirty male cultivators?

Just as ugly before death!

Afterwards, the place fell into silence, and neither Zhuo Mengzhen nor Canglou Laodao had any intention of stepping forward to carve words.

Liu Yu thought for a while, then stepped forward.

If they are gone forever, this may be the last trace left by a few people.

If I don't leave something behind, I always feel a little regretful.

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

The stone wall is about ten feet in size, but it still retains the weight of history.

Liu Yu raised his palm, and at the same time, the magic power in his body was circulating, and cyan light emitted from his fingertips, forming a column of cyan light and hitting the mottled stone wall.

"I'm on the right path - Qingyangzi"

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

At least there is a way to go, and he is walking on the right path, which is countless times better than a monk who has no way forward.

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

I don’t know why, but I feel a little inexplicably heavy in my heart. Maybe it’s because I’m about to embark on a life-and-death adventure.

Zhuo Mengzhen and Canglou Taoist remained motionless, as if they had no intention of leaving anything behind.

"Now that you've finished leaving your message, let's set off now."

"Remember, be careful!"

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

"Yes, uncle (senior)."

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

Afterwards, the spiritual light around him rose and swirled, turning into various kinds of escaping light and soaring into the sky, flying towards the interior of the Hengduan Mountains.

Thousands of years later, we are history.

Ten thousand years from now, we will be myths!

If successful.

If it doesn't succeed, I'm afraid only the 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 sect's jade book, which will be brushed aside by later monks.

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

Ancestor Tianfeng fired a magic spell and reactivated the restriction, covering up the message on the stone wall.

Under the setting sun, the two Nascent Soul Lords kept looking at the direction in which the five people were leaving, but they had not yet left.

The afterglow of the setting sun spread over the mountains, and Liu Yu was bathed in the light.

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

"I advise you to drink another glass of wine. There will be no old friends when you leave Yangguan in the west."

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 single human figure.

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

"It turns out there was no wine."

Liu Yu's thoughts flashed.

When he looked back again, the two true kings had disappeared, and the barren mountain returned to its former appearance, as if no one had ever been there.

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

…

During the flight, the five people's expressions were not very good. After all, they were about to face unpredictable dangers, and they would fall if they were not careful.

Coincidentally, the five people's escape speed was not too fast.

"The little girl Piaoxuelou Mu Yuyan is in the middle stage of Jindan cultivation. Her natal magic weapon is the "Five Miraculous Bells of Glazed Glass"."

"Good at blocking, trapping enemies, and attacking in large areas."

"However, it may not have a very good effect on third-level demon cultivators with thick skin and high intelligence."

"I would also like to ask all of you fellow Taoists to take care of you along the way~"

Mu Yuyan was the first to speak, sending out a spiritual message to break the silence among the five of them.

She is still delicate and frail, full of feminine beauty.

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

All the good things about girls can be found in this woman.

However, Liu Yu will not look down upon him in the slightest.

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

Mu Yuyan can cultivate to the middle stage of Jindan, how can he be as fragile as he looks?

Not to mention anything else, one must be at least two hundred years old after cultivating to the golden elixir realm.

"The fairy is too kind."

"Right now, we are grasshoppers in the same boat. We should temporarily put aside our sect's grudges and work together to overcome the difficulties."

"Otherwise, this would be very dangerous, and I'm afraid there would be no chance of death!"

Old Taoist Canglou then spoke, following Mu Yunyan's words, his tone was very solemn.

However, as the two of them spoke, the heavy and oppressive atmosphere suddenly dissipated a lot.

"The two fellow Taoists are right. Judging from the current situation, we 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 best to put them aside for the time being."

Liu Yu spoke in agreement and said with profound meaning.

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

Having one more teammate can also distract you when facing a monster attack, giving you a greater chance of escaping, right?

It's now time, but unity can still be the power to unite. It's better not to engage in intrigues for the time being.

After a pause, Liu Yu continued:

"I am Qingyangzi of the Yuanyang Sect. My natal magic weapon is the Sunset Golden Rainbow Spear. I am relatively good at attacking."

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

The gun body exudes a faint golden spiritual light, and wisps of fire-attribute spiritual aura escape. The powerful power within it is unobstructed and instantly covers a radius of several miles.

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

Now decades have passed, and under Liu Yu's diligent training, his power has grown significantly.

Even against ordinary magic weapons that have been warmed for three to four hundred years, they will not be at a disadvantage.

Instead of being greedy for shortcuts and choosing magic weapons that are readily available in the sect's treasure house, the benefits brought by long-term vision have already been revealed.

"What a powerful power."

Zhuo Mengzhen secretly thought, a little shocked in his heart.

She never expected that the power of Liu Yu's natal magic weapon would increase so much after not seeing him for thirty years.

Although he is a little helpless, he has to admit that based on his own strength, he is no match at all.

The woman sighed with despair.

Similar thoughts flashed through the minds of several other people. They felt that Liu Yu, who was in the early stage of the Golden Elixir, had extraordinary power in his natal magic weapon.

His cultivation level is only at the early stage of the golden elixir, but with the information collected, no one treats it as an ordinary early stage golden elixir.

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

Although we are all in the same boat, we still need to have enough say.

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

He doesn't have enough voice, the team's decisions deviate from his own wishes, 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.

"Hehuanmen Zhuo Mengzhen, who is in the early stage of Jindan cultivation, has his natal magic weapon "Xuanming Yin and Yang Needle"."

Zhuo Mengzhen said with a normal expression.

Although she was not as strong as Liu Yu, in the Hengduan Mountains, she did not believe that the other party would take action.

With the trump card given by True Lord Hehuan, this woman was confident of saving her life when facing the fellow monks.

Because the power of the natal magic weapon was too ordinary in comparison, Zhuo Mengzhen had no intention of bringing it out, and said nothing further.

The four of them introduced themselves, and the distance between them became much closer, no longer the strangers they were before.

Regardless of whether they have evil intentions or not, on the surface, they all seem to be living in harmony.

"Gao Jianhan from the Waning Moon Valley, his natal spiritual sword "Black Shark", he is in the middle stage of Golden Core cultivation, and his swordsmanship attainment is at the "Sword Power" level."

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

It's true that the sword cultivator is in love with swords, but it's not that he is stupid with sword practice. He also knows how to adapt to the current situation to maintain the superficial harmony of the team.

"The old Taoist Qingxu sect "Canglou" is in the middle stage of Jindan cultivation, and his natal magic weapon is the Purple Night Soul-Severing Halberd."

With that said, Canglou Old Taoist also took out his natal magic weapon, suspended it and slowly rotated around him.

The entire body of the small halberd was lavender in color. The body of the halberd seemed to be forged from some kind of spiritual bamboo, and the blade of the halberd was glowing with a metallic color and looked very sharp.

There was a faint flash of lightning all over the halberd, exuding a strong and yang aura, which should be more restrained against ghosts and ghosts.

"It seems that Canglou Lao Dao's "Purple Night Soul-Severing Halberd" is also very good at attacking."

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

"But in terms of attack and damage, Gao Jianhan's "Black Shark Sword" is the best."

"Coupled with the realm of sword power, the pure offensive power can only surpass some late-stage Jindan."

Liu Yu thought in his heart.

Secretly comparing the Sunset Golden Rainbow Spear with other monks' magic weapons.

Finally, we came to the conclusion that in terms of the power of the magic weapon itself, it should only be better than Zhuo Mengzhen's "Xuanming Yin and Yang Needle", and its power is slightly inferior to the other three magic weapons.

Well, it’s in the middle of the pack.

PS: Sorry fellow Taoists, the author was hit by a dream killer move last night and fell into a deep sleep again.