"Grandpa." The light figures of Feng and Ling, stepping on the warm sunlight, entered the room. In the hall, two old men sat on ancient rattan chairs, smiling and kind.
"Grandma is here too, bowing to grandpa and grandma..." Just as the two of them were about to pay their respects, they were stopped by the laughter of the elder Jishi.
"All right, all right, no more courtesy, sit down quickly, I have something to announce."
When Feng and Ling heard this, they both had a blank look on their faces. For ten years, only the practice of swordsmanship and the learning of knowledge have been important. I have never heard grandpa or grandma announce anything more important than this. Now, both of them are here, and their smiles, though deep, carry an indescribable meaning. The two of them could not guess what it meant.
The elder Ji Shi looked at the two children, and on his kind smile there seemed to be a hint of deep reluctance. Slowly said:
"It's been ten years. Counting on my fingers, spring has passed and autumn has come. The two little ones have spent ten pleasant years with the two of us old people. To be honest, my mother-in-law and I are very grateful to you.
Though I have been sincere in teaching you swordsmanship and righteousness over the past ten years, I also have the intention to keep you here to share the happiness of family with the two of us. Alas, time waits for no one. In the blink of an eye, you have grown so big, and it is impossible to keep you.
Both of us are old, but you are still in the prime of your youth. Great prospects lie ahead. It's time for you to go back. "Xuantian Thunderbolt True Art", there are five levels in total, and you have learned all of them. The next creation depends on your own cultivation. But before seeing you off, I would like to leave a piece of advice:
This sword is a true technique that shakes heaven and earth and moves ghosts and spirits. It should not be used unless to uphold the right path or to slay demons and monsters. Do not contend with men, and do not have evil thoughts. You are still young, and although you have a good mind, it makes sense to think twice before you act. Do you understand what I mean?"
"Grandpa..." Elara's choked voice could not utter another word. The day she had been worried about came in a hurry, as if without any sign. But in Elara's heart, it was well known that this day would come sooner or later, but she never expected it to happen so suddenly.
Elara put her finger on the pink handkerchief and wiped it gently at the corner of her eye, her tears gurgling, wet and wiped, wiped and wet again. "I can't bear to part."
"We are reluctant too!" The old woman was wiping her tears too. After all, the two children grew up to be young men under the care of the two elders. Ten years have passed, leaving behind countless precious memories. All of a sudden, it was to be declared that the scene had come to an end, like a kite with a broken string, the sense of loss that would float and stagter would not help but rise again and again in the heart.
But then again, children are not allowed to stay, and they have to go through the trials and tribulations of this world and find their true life. Although Kellen was carefree, it was obvious that all his little thoughts were set on Elara.
Elara, however, is different. Although she has been very happy over the past ten years, there seems to be an unresolved knot deeply buried in her heart, lingering for a long time. In the dead of night, she would often wake up from her sleep with a faint sigh. It is like a wound that cannot be closed, causing people to worry and pity.
This is also the main reason why Elder Ji Shi decided so quickly to let Feng Ling and the other two go back. Knots in the heart always need to be untied. Otherwise, being alive is a kind of pain.
Looking at the peaceful smiling face of the elder Ji Shi, a trace of indescribable reluctance seemed to have turned into wrinkles, and several more were laid. For some reason, Kellen felt that these ten years of swordsmanship had made the elder Ji Shi much older. Though, the elder's thousand years of cultivation, it seems, could not escape the ravages of time.
Besides, in "Xuantian Pili Zhenjue", there are many entrances, and the elder Ji Shi is indeed very concerned about Feng Ling and the other two. Naturally, the toil will inevitably make one grow old.
Parting, there are always too many rambling words, too many to say. But in the end, one has to be ruthless and the other leaves with reluctance.
Unable to resist the decision that the elders had already made, a reunion dinner turned out to be the final farewell. After all, it was Feng and Ling who left, leaving only the two elders in the spirit castle reluctant to part. Of course, with the two of them, the Nine Spirits left...
On a dark and windy night, when evil spirits are rampant.
Peaks gather, clouds rage. In the mountains and valleys, the wailing cries never cease. Listen carefully, as if close at hand, as if far away. The sound of the wind, mingled with the faint sounds of the sky, enveloped the canyon, making it seem deathly silent.
On both sides of the canyon, there are strangely shaped rocks that rise into the clouds, and the peaks are not visible at all. Hill after hill, hill after hill, big and small, winding on and on. Like the gods and demons of the netherworld between heaven and earth, they stand tall and fierce, terrifying. From time to time, in the howling of the wind, low murmurs were heard, some high-pitched, some sighing. It sounds terrifying and trembling.
Between heaven and earth, there is a desolate atmosphere. In the canyon it was as dark as ink. The last shred of light could only reach three steps away. In the depths of the universe, it seems as if there are thousands of mournful souls here, menacing and lamenting.
Mournful souls, as if sleeping for a thousand years, sighing for a thousand years, lamenting for a thousand years, being angry for a thousand years... If it were not for the towering, craggy peaks that stand on either side, like the gods and demons of the netherworld, guarding day and night. It is feared that these hideous horrors in the darkness have long escaped their confinement and begun to bring disaster upon the world.
The surging, oppressive sea of silent clouds, like demons and monsters from the nine heavens, are summoning the vengeful spirits in the canyon. The howling night wind, accompanied by the wailing of the birds in the sky, sweeps over the peaks, passes through the canyon, and disappears into the deep darkness of the canyon. As if rushing into the netherworld, where perhaps the true gods and demons lie.
Beneath the craggy cliff stands a huge rock, like a tall, burly ghostly figure, standing out in the middle of the canyon. Faintly visible on the rock are four large and conspicuous inscriptions. Due to years of wind, frost, rain and snow erosion, the inscriptions are slightly blurred.
Suddenly, a thin layer of crystal-blue ice slowly formed from the bottom of the stone tablet, instantly imprinted on the entire stone tablet. The four large inscriptions floated slowly and gradually transformed into four aquatic characters, which were strikingly conspicuous: The Beast of Heaven Abyss!
Under the light of the pale blue crystal, it was clear that beneath the stone tablet stood a young man, a young girl, and a coiled yellow python.
At this moment, the girl's slender finger was quietly resting on the strangely shaped stone tablet. Her pretty face, her eyebrows slightly furrowed, and her eyes as deep as the sea. Her lips pouted and she said indifferently, "How could you be here? It should be in the Realm Spirit Law School, right?"
Elara, you've forgotten how we met back then. The Beast of the Abyss, I know it all too well. It's the closest to your Realm Spirit Law School. We were supposed to walk a long way to get here, but it seems that Elder Jishi deliberately gave us a ride." A faint smile appeared on the young man's resolute face, as if he had found a sense of returning home.
"Kellen, did you hear that? There seem to be sounds of slaughter in the distance." Elara's pretty face was tinged with a touch of coldness under the pale blue glow. There was a hint of alertness in the bright eyes.
"Well, I hear it. However, it's common to hear the sounds of slaughter here. The five tribes often come here to hunt monsters. After all, every tribe would be in a state of anxiety if they were deprived of the psychic in the beast. So, every tribe is very hardworking in hunting monsters. Shall we go and have a look? Or go and see your royal uncle and aunt first?"
Kellen always wore a smile on her face, not paying the slightest attention to the ferocity in the darkness. There was only one graceful and elegant figure in her eyes. She was Water Elara.
The tender sentiment in her words seemed to test the girl's heart. The voice is gentle and calm, and the tone is sincere and clear. There is a kind of pure and indifferent affection that I do as you please.
Elara took the magic, turned back and smiled at Kellen, and said, "Let's go. It's just a coincidence. Why not go in and have a look?"
Chapter Fifty-Four Ferocious Beasts!
(Perhaps it was predestined, or perhaps it was deliberately arranged by the elder who saved the world.
The great-grandfathers and great-grandmothers of young Yicheng, on their first exit from seclusion, encountered a chivalrous rescue by a human of the spirit race.
Although the rescue operation was unscathed, it served as a good testimony to the character of the two.
The story was later passed down as a fine tale and became a classic chivalrous tale for later generations of young people to learn the good virtues of chivalry.
-- Excerpted from "The Great Man's Legend" compiled by historians after the creation of the Divine Territory)
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Two wind spirits, nine yellow python spirits, soaring through the air, going deeper into the valley. The wailing of ghosts and the howling of wolves, the cries never cease.
In the dark darkness, the wind howled mournfully. Dark red demonic light enveloped the bottom of the canyon and spread deep. The golden glow, flickering, was somewhat dimmed in the midst of the bright red flames.
With a deafening "boom", the entire canyon was filled in an instant, as if a huge mountain had shattered. In an instant, a rumbling sound filled the way, the earth shook and the mountains crumbled, and the craggy rocks between the mountains cracked and crumbled, as if they were bursting.
Suddenly, the gullies sank and the shaking ceased. The resounding, high-pitched sounds of swords and halberds echoed and reverberated in the valley, layer upon layer. The two of them, the wind and the spirit, shone with light beneath their feet and radiance behind their backs, shining brightly into the depths of the valley.
"Ah!" Let out a scream and then hear "bang!" A figure crashed into an extremely hard rock.
"Uh --"
After that feeble sigh, the seriously wounded teenager's face turned deathly pale, and suddenly a plume of blood gushed out of his mouth, immediately staining his eyelids red. Then there was a thud, and the young man fell heavily to the ground.
"Strike!" The red-armored young man, who charged forward, had a faint glow of fire flickering on his shoulders, and a dozen streaks of crimson blood on his shoulders stood out conspicuously against the faint glow of fire. On the blade of a long, fiery red sword in his hand, the light of fire gradually dimmed, flickering and brightening, as if it were the last struggle before the end of life.
The red-armored young man, though seriously wounded, still grabbed the long sword in his hand and rushed towards the spot where the golden-armored young man had fallen. With a "plop", he knelt down beside the drooping and feeble golden armor, gently picked up the body of the golden armor, his eyes filled with sorrow, pity and excitement, staring blankly at the already somewhat disfocused and confused eyes of the golden armor, his eyes brimming with clear tears:
"Zhen Duo!"
In the heart-rending cry of the red-armored young man, the golden-armored young man, who had been looking dispirited, had a slight reflection in his eyes as if awakened. Suddenly, he spat out a mouthful of blood, instantly staining the lips and chin of the golden-armored young man red, and even the white arm of the red-armored warrior that held him with bulging muscles turned blood red. Suddenly, the golden-armored young man let out a long breath, his expression pale and his tone weak:
"Hexuan... I... I'm afraid I can't. Years of friendship, having you as a friend through thick and thin is enough! For now... Ugh!" The golden-armored young man spat out another mouthful of blood. "The situation is not good at the moment. My troops have been wiped out and I don't have much time left. You still have a chance to go!"
"Zhen Duo! What are you talking about! You and I are brothers. Even if I die, I will take my last breath and die with you! Promise me, stay awake, I'll take you away!" The red-armored young man's resolute face was filled with tears, and his deep gaze reflected the already pale face of the golden-armored young man. His words were resolute and unwavering.
"Hexuan! Stop being stubborn! We have no idea where the thirteen heroes of the Spirit Fire are now, for now... Now I have no life left, death is just a matter of time! You are different from me. You have more than a dozen brothers. There is still a glimmer of hope, even if not for yourself, but for those brothers. Under no circumstances should you disregard your brother's life for your own selfish interests!
Remember, to support the Fire tribe, if there are no trusted men under your command, sooner or later the deer will die! Listen to me and go!" In order to utter the last words, the silver-armored young man had developed veins on his neck.
"Zhen Duo! Stop talking! I'll take you away! It's a brother, through life and death! How could I abandon you! My heart is determined, promise me, live!" He Xuan raised his eyebrows, his face full of determination, and with all his might, he put Zhen Duo on his shoulder. "Hold on! Let's go!"
He was completely oblivious to the sounds of fighting and the cries of pain in his ears. He carried the bell on his back and had just taken two steps when a sharp pain hit his leg, and with a "plop", he fell down along with the bell on his back.
"Hexuan!" At a time of life and death, why are you still so stubborn? Take your brothers with you, or no one will get out!" Zhen Duo, who was weighing heavily on Hexuan, tried his best to persuade him, though powerless to struggle.
"Zhen Duo! Don't talk too much! You and I are brothers. Am I the ungrateful one? Even if our entire army is wiped out today, we will die together on the battlefield! Swear to die and die together!" He Xuan once again carried the Zhenduo on his back, though his legs and feet were aching and his body was weak, he still carried the Zhenduo on his back and took two difficult steps, and "plop plop" fell down again.
This time, Zhenduo did not struggle at all, did not speak, and seemed not to have even caught his breath. Hexuan felt a sharp pain in his heart, the pain of a loved one's departure, the pain of a brother's life and death, the pain of flesh and blood being separated!
"Zhen Duo! "Zhen Duo!" At this moment, the bell was no longer the bell it was a quarter of an hour ago. He was pale and weak, like dust. The breath has stopped, and there seems to be no extra blood left in the body.
"Zhen - duo!" " A heart-wrenching scream, about to shake through the canyon, but with no energy left on his body, his legs spread out, his eyes scattered, he clung tightly to Zhen Duo and shouted to the sky in a daze: "Zhen Duo!" You can't die! You can't die! Zhen Duo --!"
"Zhenduo! My good brother!" Hexuan's mournful words suddenly turned cold and gloomy. A pair of anxious pupils flickered with a blazing fire, and the body, which was originally weak and wounded, suddenly burst into flames, burning fiercely. He stood up abruptly, like a ghost, like a demon.
A long, cold, dark sword in his hand suddenly burst into flames, shining in the howling wind of the Beast's Abyss Grand Canyon, making a loud noise. A strange force on his leg, from his inner grief and anger, "puff!" With a snap, He Xuan rose up and flew through the air, his long sword in his hand, Flaming Bear Sky, accompanied by a sharp sound of the wind, with a loud bang.
A wild shout was heard from Hexuan's mouth: "Give me the Zhenduo!" One of the Hokage had already thrown himself into the clashing sounds of swords, spears, halberds, axes, halberds, hooks and forks.
The wailing, like waves, rose and fell, unbroken, sometimes near and sometimes far.
A resounding battle, an unyielding spirit, rather die than yield, a bloody fight, the evil is hard to distinguish, good from evil.
Under the faint glow of fire, more than a dozen fire warriors are clinging to a giant beast with an antelope horn. The beast's nostrils were as large as a sea pit, and it spewed out waves of cold air that pierced through rocks and earth, showing no fear of the warrior's sharp edge. A pair of antlers on its head, like two thick branches of ice crystals, in the firelight, icy and clear, with the cold air rising. With great force, it sweeps wildly, and wherever it passes, it flies sand and stones, cuts corpses and flesh, flesh and blood fly everywhere, and blood glows like a mist.
The black beast's face, like a pig's head, was covered with scales. A broad, sharp mouth, four sharp fangs, seven or eight feet long, three or five inches thick, gushing blood, as if it had just eaten human flesh and drunk human blood, extremely fierce and terrifying.
A pair of blue-glinted, ring-shaped, fierce eyes, equally large as a sea. The cold and icy eyes, strangely spinning up and down and moving left and right in the large eye sockets, from time to time revealing the white whites of the eyes, slanting over the figure of the warrior, were even more terrifying.
The beast's four legs and arms were as strong and powerful as a tree, thick and robust. The sharp claws under the legs and wrists generate wind, cold light like blood, and wherever they strike, stones and earth are cracked, pits are dug and dust is raised, wolves smoke and the earth trembles.
On the beast's body, which was more than five zhang tall, black scales were piled up in layers, jagged like horns, bulging up, looking impregnable. The tiny bodies of a dozen or so fire warriors were coiled around the beast, but they were just like an insignificant speck of dust beneath the high city wall, rather pale and feeble.
Even so, the long sword in the warrior's hand, the fire never ceasing, was fearless and valiant. Each blade struck the beast with a clanging sound, and white mist rose. It can also be seen that on the colossal beast, the wounds from which the warrior had pierced the scales gushed out blood. But the black blood of the beast that was flowing in the eyes of the warrior was just a drop in the bucket in the eyes of this beast.