dark battle

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Ding Xiang was terrified, "What! How did it die?"

"Hanged!"

"It hangs itself too?"

The more Chen Xiang listened, the more confused he became, and before he had time to ask, he saw that Ding Xiang had already rushed out with the old housekeeper.If it was three years ago, he might have grabbed Ding Xiang to ask for clarification, or ran after her to check it out, but at this moment, he just kept the shock in his eyes and didn't show it on his face.He is already 20 years old, this is the peace bestowed on him by pain and tempering, which makes him no longer easy to make a fuss, no longer easy to panic.

"Don't get me wrong." Mrs. Ding saw Chen Xiang's confusion, and explained gently, "Ding Xiang picked up a dog outside and named it Erlang Shen."

When Chen Xiang followed to the firewood house, there was indeed a thick rope with loops hanging from the roof of the firewood house. Ding Xiang was stroking the dead black dog and crying bitterly, while Ding An was comforting in every possible way.When Chen Xiang's eyes fell on the black dog, his pupils constricted, "Why is he here?!"

Ding Xiang cried and asked back: "Do you know it?"

"He's a roaring dog!"

"what?"

On this day, at the foot of Mount Hua, there was blowing, blowing, beating, gongs and drums blaring, and the alleys were empty. Those who didn’t understand thought it was a grand festival being celebrated in the local area.A squire beat the gong and shouted as he walked on the street: "Listen up, folks, Sanshengmu's son Yicheng has come down the mountain to save Sanshengmu, folks, give some support!"

The line was endless, and almost all the people in the city came to watch the fun. Ding An also specially sent someone to carry a soft sedan chair for the purpose of welcoming the Virgin Mary.

When it comes to the unprecedented popularity of the Virgin Mary, we need to start with the Huashan banshee.

In the past three years, a fairy girl with profound spells appeared in Huashan area.The people of Huashan respected her as a Huashan female fairy, but she insisted that she was a demon who was ordered by the Holy Mother to protect Huashan, so the people called her Huashan female demon, and they all respected her as a god in their hearts, and were very grateful to the one who never Appearance of the Three Virgins.Now, when they heard that the son of the Three Holy Mothers was going to pick up the Holy Mother who was imprisoned in Huashan Mountain, the common people naturally wanted to see the demeanor of the gods.

Speaking of this Huashan banshee, Chen Xiang hadn't been to Huashan for a long time, and didn't know her name. It happened that she was teaching a burly monk who had done a lot of evil, and she was called a "demon" by the people, so she "delivered justice" With one blow, the Huashan banshee was repelled.He originally thought that he would eliminate great harm for the people as soon as he left the teacher, but he didn't expect them to blame the boy for injuring Huashan's benefactor, and they picked up the guy and beat Chen Xiang indiscriminately.Naturally, Chen Xiang couldn't fight back against a powerless mortal, so he got punched and kicked for nothing.

Ding Xiang and Chen Xiang walked side by side at the front of the crowd, and secretly asked: "Are you sure you can rescue the Sanshengmu?"

"No problem!" Chen Xiang raised the small carved ax in his hand to show Ding Xiang, "This ax is used by the Supreme Lord to chop wood, and it is extremely sharp!"

"That would be the best, if we make such a big scene, we won't be able to step down if we don't bring Sanshengmu back." Three years have passed, and Ding Xiang has lost a bit of her previous nonsense and a bit more of a woman's gentleness. The unique heroic spirit complements each other, and the appearance is even more beautiful.

Yang Chan had just sent off the Huashan banshee who came to bid farewell, when she heard the sound of shouts one after another and the sound of drums and gongs. It seemed that the people of Huashan were calling "Three Holy Mothers" in unison.

"Mother—Chen Xiang picked you up—Mother—Chen Xiang picked you up—"

Chen Xiang lightly swung the small ax to smash the barrier at the entrance of the secret prison. He had already entered the cave once four years ago, now he was familiar with the road, and he came to the iron gate that fell out of thin air in a short time.He was about to take a step, when the silver-blue light flashed, a gust of cold air rushed to his face, blowing the broken hair on his forehead, pouring it into the neckline, and the coolness penetrated into his body.

When Chen Xiang saw the man's gentle eyes, he knew it was not Yang Jian's real body, and asked in surprise, "Is that breath still here?"

"Today is not a breath, but a heart." Tianshen smiled slightly and approached Chen Xiang.

"If you put your heart here, where is your real heart? By the way, you don't have any conscience anyway."

Yang Jian didn't think it was disobedient, "That's because you don't understand what a heart is, for example, love and ambition are both hearts."

Chen Xiang has a good impression of both the previous spirit and the present heart, just like four years ago, he and his uncle sat on the green grass and talked side by side by the river outside Liujia Village. "Then what is your heart?"

"You have no chance of knowing."

Chen Xiang curled his lips. In the past, he might have been afraid, but now the abundant power in his body circulates all over his body, eager to try, "How many times have you said such big words, don't you really blush?"

Yang Jian raised the corners of his lips and smiled, his jade-like eyes were like a slightly curved moon, "Chen Xiang, I assure you this is the last time."

"Did you hear the sound of gongs and drums outside? There are tens of thousands of people at the foot of the mountain waiting to see my mother. This time, I will take my mother out in a beautiful manner! If you can't get out, you don't need to do it. I am ashamed to death!"

Yang Jian's smile didn't diminish, but it was a little more sarcasm, "You are called arrogance. All apprentices from famous teachers have this problem. They are crazy when they are young. Chen Xiang, you will be proud of your arrogance." Pay the price, as you said, you will have no face to see the people of Huashan again."

The cold water poured by the gods did not affect his good mood, his frivolity was all written on his face, he couldn't listen to it at all, he just felt that the heart in front of him really didn't know a hero.He pointed at Yang Jian with a smile, "I think it's you who is ashamed to face people this time!"

"I set up another checkpoint for you. Same as last time, you can see your mother if you pass through this checkpoint. If you fail to pass through this checkpoint, you will be trapped in the checkpoint. Chen Xiang, think clearly, whether to go forward or back."

dream come true

The god smiled and asked: "Chen Xiang, think about it clearly, whether to go forward or back."

Without hesitation, the boy said, "Of course we are going forward!"

"What is your greatest fear?"

"Hey, thank you for giving me courage, now I'm not afraid of anything!"

Yang Jian nodded slightly, his voice lowered: "Really?"

Chen Xiang raised his sword eyebrows, his chin was held high, and he assumed the confidence of a soldier to cover up the water and the earth. If he had a tail, he would have been up to the sky long ago.

The silver-blue light flashed again, and the god disappeared, surrounded by a circle of ancient wooden bookshelves, with stacks of brand-new books placed in countless grids, which looked endless, as if all the classics in the world were covered. Hide here.

"There are [-] books here. The first hurdle you have to overcome is to memorize these [-] books word for word. If you memorize a word wrong, you will not be able to pass this hurdle. If you cannot break this hurdle, you will be trapped in the pass forever."

"What? Five thousand books, how long do you want me to recite?"

The familiar voice didn't seem to understand the trembling in the boy's heart at all, and answered his question very seriously: "If you memorize a book every two days, it will take about 30 years."

The triumphant smile on Chen Xiang's face had long since disappeared, and there was an increasingly intense panic in his heart.He desperately suppressed his gradually shortness of breath, unbelievably stroked the edges of the bookshelves with his fingers, and walked slowly along the circle of bookshelves, his legs seemed to be filled with lead, and he was almost lifted heavily. Can't get up, "I understand, you want to trap me here forever, and you will never be able to save my mother!"

"If you can come out, there is still a chance." The tone of the tone was so light that no emotion could be heard, but it seemed to be sarcastic no matter what.

"Then it will be 50 years since I came out!"

"Then you can figure it out. The collection of books here is very rich, including the Four Books and Five Classics, poems and songs, various art of war, legendary biographies of princes and generals of the past dynasties, the paths of various gods and gods, etc. Take your time to read! "

Chen Xiang leaned against the cold bookshelf and sat down on the ground, she could feel the coldness from the ancient wood through her clothes. "Five thousand books... I have to recite until the year of the monkey... When can I save my mother... Five thousand books! What should I do, what should I do!" He hugged his head in pain and took a deep breath Looking at the air that seemed to have become thinner, the dizziness from lack of oxygen engulfed him mercilessly.

...Mumbling, to do great things, you must have firm determination, sufficient confidence and sufficient patience. Without these, no matter how powerful the mana is, it is nothing but the courage of a fool...

"Determination... Patience..."

The slowest advance is better than meaningless wandering. Chen Xiang stood still in the center, her gaze was burning, she raised her right arm, and with her magic power, a book flew into her palm with a "snap".

"bring it on!"

There is no distinction between the sun and the moon in the pass, and there is no day and night. Chen Xiang has turned the elixir into his own mana, and naturally resisted hunger and thirst, so he sat at the simple and rough wooden table and recited word by word. After reading a few books, he suddenly felt something. It turns out that the ancients have already brewed all kinds of emotions from childhood to the present into poems, and some experiences and encounters have been reflected in historical records in the past.He gradually forgot that he was in Yang Jian's pass, and slowly merged into the universe between the lines. His thoughts wandered in the boundless spirit. Jiacun really saw the Three Thousand Worlds.

Gradually, he was able to judge the pros and cons of books in his heart, and the chaotic knowledge was already dissected, clear and orderly in his mind.He often recalls the battle between Yang and Sun on the top of Mount Emei, and he feels more and more that the energy of the sun, the moon, and all things in the world are contained in their superb moves. Every movement and stillness are poetic rhymes. , Luck is a common practice, and it is probably this kind of state.

He likes to pace around in a small space, muttering good sentences repeatedly in his mouth, only to feel the warmth of the words and the fragrance of his lips and teeth.Books stacked on the desk