I have a role in the heavens

The morning sun is bright yet indifferent, gentle yet hot, illuminating the world with its brilliance everywhere. Those who follow the light will walk in the light; those who turn their backs on the light will walk in the darkness and will not be able to escape.

The rocks between the cliffs, the pine trees on the rocks, and the people under the pine trees are all overlooked by the light, so they are afraid.

The stone rain in the sky stopped, and the snowflakes fell from the sky again, falling on the rainbow barrier outside the mountain, turning into seven colors.

Master Yan Se slowly opened his eyes, feeling the purest light in the world. He looked expressionlessly at the snowflakes falling on the rainbow outside the cliff. He gently flicked his Taoist sleeves, and the Taoist sleeves crossed horizontally in front of him. , like a straight horizontal line, the whistling wind blew away all obstacles, and the vague straight stone crack on the mountainside cliff suddenly became clear.

The two muddy mountain roads among the trees in the mountains suddenly became hard. The mud softened by the melting snow instantly turned into something harder than rock. The mud seemed to turn into miniature rivers and mountains.

The flick of the Taoist sleeves makes one horizontal line, the cracks in the cliffs make another horizontal line, and the two muddy mountain roads that turn into rivers and mountains form two vertical lines.

Two horizontal and two vertical, both horizontal and vertical, is a well.

This talisman made of mountain cliff clothes straddles the world, unabashedly showing its power, and the terrifying energy fluctuations spread out. This is the most powerful well sign.

The well is the system of closing fields, the well has the meaning of ancient rituals, and the well has the beginning of wonderful theories. The simplest and most powerful meaning of the hash mark is a simple line cutting, which can cut the space, the heaven and the earth evenly and balancedly.

The well character descends on the cliff, and the cutting lines, no matter how big or small, go deep into the details. The rocks rolling between the cliffs are all broken into powder, the grass and trees between the cliffs are all broken into powder, and the snowflakes dancing in the sky above the cliff are all broken into powder. The cold wind passing through the cliffs was all broken into powder, and finally the cliffs were broken.

The omnipresent light also became dimmed due to the fragmentation of space and began to fragment. This is the ultimate state of Master Yanse's pursuit of Talismanism.

This well symbol between the cliffs has a true meaning. It can cut not only all things in the world, but even space. It is tens of thousands of times stronger than the well symbol that Wang Jinglue encountered on the rainy night in Chunfeng Pavilion. Light always needs space to walk. How can it shine when the space is broken?

The Great Priest of Guangming looked at the countless thin and invisible lines in front of him, and let out a faint sigh deep in his heart. Until this moment, Yan Se finally no longer feared, and firmly took the first step outside the five realms. step.

Divine runes have the ability to dim Haotian's divine glory or even shatter and disappear. Such runes are beyond the scope of Haotian's permission.

Wei Guangming's cotton sleeves have been chopped into pieces, and the floating cotton has also been chopped into pieces. There is a crystal light on the skin of his arms. Under the powerful hash marks, it has become thinner and thinner, but His bare arm was still pointing to the eastern sky, and the tip of his index finger was burning with bright light, unusually firm and persistent.

Perhaps this old man's belief in light was so firm and persistent that he moved the Creator in the sky. If the Great Priest of Light had some enlightenment, he quietly looked at the clouds, his deep eyes were extremely crystal clear, and his old cheeks were full of Moved to tears, he murmured and trembled.

"Thank you Haotian for giving me strength."

The rising sun suddenly rose outside the clouds, and a majestic power passed through the snowy clouds, ignoring distance and broken space, and poured directly into Wei Guangming's old body.

That overwhelming power, which could even be described as brilliant and brilliant, just fell from the sky and entered the human body. Without any experience or preparation, the relatively small and fragile human body might be able to It was directly broken into countless fragments of light by this force.

But this is no stranger to the Great Priest of Light. He had taken that step many years ago and realized Haotian's revelation. He only needed to fully open his mind and body to receive Haotian's blessings. The most precious gift of mankind, to be able to harness this power that should not exist on earth.

The High Priest of Light's crystal-clear eyes calmly gazed at everything on the cliff, as if he could see every line cutting through the space of the hash mark. The divine radiance lingering between his index fingers had turned into a mass of white radiance that seemed to be substantial. , the holy milky white light exudes an unimaginable terrifying aura.

Countless rays of holy milky white light spread from the fingers, like silk ribbons, protecting Wei Guangming's body, and more of them turned into sunlight and stabbed out instantly, piercing into the spaces that were split into countless fragments.

After the rays of light penetrated into the space fragments, those fragments suddenly became brighter. The terrifying aura contained in the light supported the edges of the lines, preventing the space from continuing to be broken.

Master Yan Se cut the space into pieces with powerful symbols that transcended the five realms, and the Great Priest of Light used the power of apocalypse to forcibly maintain the existence of the space.

Tens of thousands of bright broken spaces are like tens of thousands of tiny mirrors, reflecting the scene on the cliff. On the edge of tens of thousands of bright light mirrors, those cutting lines are trembling slightly.

If these lines break, the power of light will break through the confinement of cutting and return to the real and complete world. If these lines continue to cut into tiny details, then the space will continue to be broken, and no matter what kind of light aura is filled in it, it will only gradually dim in the end.

The ancient talismans borrowed from the breath of heaven and earth, and the light power borrowed from Haotian, began to compete at this moment, vowing to compete!

The Tao of Talisman is the truth that human beings have understood from heaven and earth, and the deepest laws of the world that they can master on their own. Light is Haotian's reward or punishment to this world. Who can beat whom?

Everything between the cliffs, even the cliff itself, has been cut open and is indifferently supported by Haotian's bright aura.

The majestic breath, the sacred light, the fearless heaven and earth, and the horizontal symbols, they cut and hurt each other, cling to each other, and struggle. The space compresses the light, the light breaks through the space, and finally compresses and condenses into the dark night. The stars in the sky turned into lonely flowing fire in the wilderness, and turned into the spring breeze reflected on the dewdrops.

Suddenly everything disappeared, and an absolute darkness and silence emerged, deeper than the deepest night, darker than the blackest clouds, just like the eyes of Hades.

In the absolute darkness, a tiny point of light suddenly appeared, and then the light point suddenly erupted into countless beams of light particles, breaking through the entire space in an instant, like the birth of a brand new world, and like countless beautiful flowers blooming in the night sky. fireworks.

The rainbow restriction covering the unknown mountain peak disappeared without a trace, the snowflakes fell again, and two old men stood on the cliffside looking up at the sky.

At this time, they finally became real old people, and they started to cough when they were blown by the cold wind passing through the cliffs.

Master Yanse raised his arm, wiped his nose with his sleeves, looked at the sky, and muttered.

"So that's what happened."

The right sleeve of the cotton-padded jacket worn by the Great Priest of Light had turned into nothingness. He was a little afraid of the cold and inserted his right arm into the left sleeve. He squatted down like an old farmer and narrowed his eyes slightly to look at somewhere in the sky.

Master Yanse pointed somewhere in the north and said to the old man beside him.

"I saw an unprecedented big talisman. The talisman only had two simple strokes. It started in the north of the wasteland, one stroke fell to the west, and the other fell to the east. Meet in Chang'an City!"

At the previous moment, Master Yanse transcended the five realms of cultivation and went further, clearly seeing the world over there and the real future, so he knew that the unprecedented great talisman was real and that humans could really It was written down, so he was moved with joy beyond measure.

The Great Priest of Guangming squatted on the edge of the cliff and followed his hand to the north, but he saw something different. He who had truly entered the realm of apocalypse realized many things that he had never been able to understand at the previous moment.

Wei Guangming looked back at Chang'an City, and seemed to see the extremely dark little maid. Relief showed on her old cheeks, her smile gradually bloomed, and she realized the truth.

"It turns out she is my opportunity."

Master Yan Se lowered his head and glanced at Wei Guangming, then burst into laughter, so bold and free.

"Can't you still see it at this point? No matter how good the opportunity is, after all, it is no longer your and my business, but their business."

Wei Guangming stood up, sighed, and said with a smile.

"Yes, it will be their world from now on."

A gust of winter wind blew by, and Wei Guangming, who was standing by the cliff, instantly turned to ashes and disappeared into the world.

For hundreds of years, the most outstanding Great Priest of Light in the Xiling Temple left this world peacefully. In his life, he was extremely talented and omnipotent. He was called the strongest man in Taoshan, but he was imprisoned for fourteen times because of so-called chance. Year. He fled Taoshan and came to Chang'an City, but failed to find the shadow of the night. It seemed that his trip was just to meet Sangsang and accept her as his heir.

At the moment before his death, the Great Priest Guangming was inspired by Haotian and finally saw clearly for the first time. What does the shadow in the night look like, seeing one's descendants. He will inherit himself and shine brightly in the world, so he leaves with peace of mind.

Another cold wind blows, and the most outstanding Talisman Master of Haotian Dao Sect will leave this world like Wei Guangming.

"Chang'an City here is the territory of the academy!"

"Haotian can intervene, and I can naturally intervene too!"

Suddenly a clear voice sounded, shaking the void and freezing the wind and snow. An extremely powerful force suddenly descended and fell into Master Yanse's body. This force filled the eternal talisman between heaven and earth, like dry land. , moistened by the rain, a life emerged from the deepest part of Master Yan Se's body. This life was so warm, flowing slowly in his body that was exhausted, and the fire of life that was about to be extinguished burned again. stand up.

Master Yan Se lived a carefree and carefree life, just looking for a successor. When he met that chicken soup post, he finally got his wish. Just now he saw through the reincarnation of light and darkness, and saw the big talisman. Already satisfied. He thought he would leave this world peacefully like Wei Guangming, but unexpectedly, he was saved by the owner of this voice.

"What a domineering academy, what a terrifying Zhao Wuhao!"

Master Yan Se had a very deep memory of this voice, and immediately knew the identity of the other party. He looked at the academy in the distance and sighed with emotion.

No Hao, no Hao! Zhao Wuhao lived up to his name and did not put Haotian in his eyes at all. He was unruly and domineering, and his sharpness was unparalleled, which frightened even Yan Se, the Talisman Master.

"But if you are overbearing, I can hang around in brothels and play in the world again!"

At this time, the old Taoist priest's triangle eyes were full of wretchedness, and he could not see the demeanor of a strong man who had stepped beyond the five realms of cultivation and advanced to the realm of tranquility with the Tao of Talisman.

"This is a blessing in disguise for me. I took the first step safely and safely. Although I am not as good as Master and Zhao Wuhao, I am already ahead of Liu Bai. I am really happy!"

Dahe Sword Liu Bai, known as the Sword Master, is the strongest person in the world, and his body exudes sword intent all the time. The name appears at the front of the Japanese scroll. He took office as the master of the sword pavilion and the chief guest minister of the Xiling Temple. He has been suppressing his mood and momentum by the edge of the cliff, cave and pond of the sword pavilion, and did not dare to break through the five realms. Although he is not above the fifth realm, he is far superior to everyone above the fifth realm. If there is a threshold above the five realms, if you kill them all, even infinity can be killed. In this life I have never respected others, let alone feared them, I only bowed my head and worshiped the Master.

Master Yan Se and Liu Bai once had a competition, and it was hard to tell the winner. This time, Master Yan Se went through life and death, and successfully took a crucial step, already one step ahead of Liu Bai. This made the old Taoist priest very embarrassed and wished he could do it now. Then he went to Southern Jin Dynasty and showed off in front of Liu Bai.

"I just don't know, old friend, what opportunity did you finally see, and why are you so happy and relieved?"

Subsequently. Master Yan Se's face showed sadness again. He looked down at the handful of ashes on the cliff. He no longer felt the joy he had just felt. This was the last legacy of Wei Guangming, the only trace that could prove his existence.

There are four spectacular Taoist temples on the uppermost level of Taoshan, which is closest to the sky. When there is no ceremony to worship the sky, no other people are allowed to approach here. Even the priests are very rare. They appear empty, quiet and indifferent.

In the dark temple near the cliff, there was a painful cough. The Great Priest of Judgment, Fan Cong, was broken by the Great Priest of Light. He has been injured to this day. At this time, hearing the news of the man's death, he coughed out in excitement.

There was no sound in the Temple of Heaven, only silence.

There was complete silence in the relatively simple white palace, because the Great Priest of Light, who was supposed to be in the palace, had not sat on the throne for nearly fifteen years, and he would never come back again.

In the pure white temple at the highest point, a quiet sigh resounded. However, such a quiet sigh, the sound resounded throughout Taoshan, as if it was as loud as thunder, and then suddenly fell silent.

I don’t know how much time passed before that majestic, god-like voice sounded again.

"How can the descendant of light live in the world? He should be brought back to the Taoist door."

…

On an unnamed island in the far south, a Taoist priest in Tsing Yi stood on a high rock, silently looking at the boiling sea in front of him. He had been watching the sea here for many days, but he didn't know what mystery he saw.

Suddenly, the Taoist in green felt something. He turned around and looked at the mainland, a place he did not dare to set foot on. He frowned slightly, with a hint of curiosity in his voice.

"What exactly did you see? And how much of your light can the heir you find inherit? What are the chances?"

…

In the academy, Zhao Wuhao sat leisurely on a chair, his body relaxed, his muscles extremely relaxed, leaning on the back of the chair, holding a cup of fragrant tea in his hand, lowered his head to take a sip, and then spat out a piece of tea leaf with a sound. , said lazily.

"This farce is finally over!"

In the fifteenth year of the Apocalypse, Ning Que returned from the north, returned to the academy, and climbed to the highest peak of the mountain behind the academy. He stood on the cliff, looked at the sea of ​​clouds at his feet, felt the cold wind blowing against his face, and recalled that night The scenery when I climbed to the top made my mind shake slightly.

Mr. Li slowly stood next to Ning Que, overlooking the sea of ​​clouds and the scorching sun, and spoke slowly.

"The trip to the wasteland is a trial. You performed well and can officially represent the academy in the world. I think you'd better be mentally prepared."

Ning Que looked at his senior brother uneasily. Although he didn't understand what it meant to be a worldly person, he vaguely felt that it was a very troublesome matter.

"Senior brother, what do people in the world need to do?"

"The mission of those who join the world in the academy is very simple. They are to keep in touch with the world, protect the order and peace of the Tang Dynasty, and then participate in the process of the world on behalf of the Tang Dynasty and the academy. You have taken the first step by going to the wasteland. Finally, when someone comes to challenge, you need to safeguard the dignity of Datang and the academy."

"How to maintain it?"

"To put it simply, defeat everyone who dares to challenge you."

Ning Que was shocked when he heard this, looked at the scholar-looking Li Manmanlan speechlessly, and asked in disbelief.

"Is it so simple and crude?"

"Isn't fighting itself the simplest and crudest thing?"

"I always feel that something is wrong. Does it mean that if anyone comes to challenge me, I have to fight with them?"

Ning Que frowned slightly and looked at the senior brother next to him. He always felt that there was something wrong, but he didn't know where it was.

Seeing this slowly, Li slowly did not dare to delay and continued.

"The Academy is very different from the Zhishou Temple and the Xuankong Temple. No one knows where the Temple and the Temple are, but all practitioners know where the Academy is, so we can only passively accept the challenge."

"Wait a minute, wait a minute, why do I feel that something is wrong the more I hear it."

Ning Que quickly stopped Li Manman, and after regaining his composure, he looked at his senior brother suspiciously and asked.

"Senior Brother, you always play outside with the teacher. I have never seen anyone who can enter the back mountain. Where have the people who wanted to challenge the academy gone?"

"They were all killed by my junior uncle."

Li Manman's face was full of seriousness, he looked at Ning Que with gentle eyes, and explained.

"What about after Junior Uncle?"

"The power of my junior uncle is still there, and it will be passed down from generation to generation."

"Does this mean that I am the junior uncle of this generation?"

"Because you inherited the mantle of my junior uncle."

Ning Que shook his head. He finally woke up and said with a frown.

"The so-called worldly people are book thugs, right? If anyone dares to come to Chang'an City to stir up trouble, I have to kill him?"

"Junior brother, you can understand it this way, but being a thug doesn't sound good. It's similar to the guardian of the Buddhist sect. You know, it's really an enviable thing to be able to inherit the responsibilities of my junior uncle."

After Ning Que entered the back mountain of the academy, he practiced the Haoran Sword, so Li slowly said this. After being silent for a moment, he said angrily.

"Fooling, senior brother, please continue to lie."

"Why can't other senior brothers and sisters?"

Li Manman explained with a heavy expression on his face, revealing the misfortune of his master.

"You also know that people like Beigong spend their days wandering in the mountains, rivers and green forests, obsessed with music, chess, calligraphy, painting, and blacksmithing. They are completely ignorant of worldly affairs. It is really not suitable for them to join the world."