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Chapter 64 A Boring Parting Story

The sun was just rising, and the two arrived at the edge of the northern wilderness. The rising sun in the wilderness was unbelievably magnificent. The sun seemed to become huge here, burning half of the sky, and the four sides were gilded, rendering the world like a bowl of gorgeous flower juice.

But the weak water Tianhe can't reflect half of the brilliant colors in the sky, it is still a lifeless blue gray.

"How did you get out in the first place?"

Zhang Qingyang said naturally: "It's just walking out."

Ming Huang stared: "Blowing!"

Zhang Qingyang had no choice but to say, "No." As he spoke, he stretched out his foot and stepped onto the river, Ming Huang's heart tightened suddenly, and he grabbed Zhang Qingyang's arm tightly.

The weak water Tianhe seemed to be frozen, and there were no waves. Zhang Qingyang also stepped on the other foot, safely and steadily.The weak water Tianhe, with all its feathers sinking, seemed to have turned into a very polished ancient mirror, which made Ming Huang look at it in amazement: "What's going on?"

Zhang Qingyang didn't know it himself, so he clapped his hands: "Come here."

Ming Huang hesitated for a while, took his hand and stepped onto the river, but nothing happened.Feeling novel, he looked left and right, and accidentally caught a glimpse of his own shadow reflected on the river, and immediately felt that something was wrong.

The sun was just rising, and the shadow was long and thin, but the shadow on the head did not look like my own.

He looked at it with tremors in his heart, maybe it was because of the special nature of this weak water Tianhe, which distorted the figure?He didn't want to think too much, turned his head and walked quickly next to Zhang Qingyang, and glanced at his feet. The shadows were still following one after another, and suddenly felt that he was too caring.

He didn't see it, but the shadow suddenly turned its head, facing Ming Huang, staring at it for a while, then turned back.

The closer you get to the Northern Wilderness, the quieter the world becomes.

When you actually set foot on the land of the Northern Wilderness, you seem to have stepped into a silent world, and there is a huge distance between you and the world behind you in an instant, and it has nothing to do with it.

It was frighteningly quiet.

At that time, the footprints left by Zhang Qingyang were still clearly visible, winding and extending to the end of the sky. The two walked along the footprints. Ming Huang looked around while walking, and couldn't hide his excitement and curiosity: "Why is there no remains of He Xuanzong?" ?”

"Maybe it's not the same path."

The sun rises and the moon sinks, day and night alternate, the wilderness is eternally silent, the eternal single scene, Ming Huang soon suffered from tinnitus, and it became more and more serious, and later it developed to the point of auditory hallucinations. Tell Zhang Qingyang that he didn't find out until he was talking to himself in the air.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Zhang Qingyang sighed.

Ming Huang looked frustrated: "I thought I could hold it." Unexpectedly, I still couldn't hold it.

The wilderness is too quiet, there is no sound, and there is no life in sight.No matter how tough a monk's mind is, he will go crazy if he stays for a long time, except for Zhang Qingyang, a freak who came out of the wilderness.

"It's my fault, I should have talked to you more."

Ming Huang was tormented by tinnitus so weakly: "You don't like to talk."

"I'll change it." Zhang Qingyang swore firmly, pulled out the map of mountains, rivers and four seasons from the ancient bracelet, slowly spread it out, the precious light overflowed, there seemed to be more water sounds and birdsong in his ears, and Ming Huang's spirit was lifted.

"It might be better if you come in."

Ming Huang went in as he said, feeling refreshed: not only was it good, it was really good!Seeing the green that I haven't seen for a long time, I feel comfortable all over.The symptoms of tinnitus and headache were greatly relieved, and Ming Huang almost rolled on the grass. Thinking that Zhang Qingyang might be watching outside, he forcibly held back: "Don't watch!"

His muffled voice came from the blue sky: "I don't look."

Of course that's impossible, anyway, he doesn't know whether he's looking at it or not in the painting.

Ming Huang is recuperating inside the painting, while Zhang Qingyang is on his way outside the painting.The interior scenery of Mountains, Rivers and Four Seasons Map is pleasant, and there are four seasons. The most eye-catching thing is the Motoki tree on the highest peak in the Four Seasons Map. At first, Ming Huang thought it was in the illusion of painting, but he didn't want it to be real, and he was even more surprised.

The flowers of this wood have reached the time when they are half in bloom and half withered, and the petals are falling lazily. Some of the flowers have already conceived blue fruits in their hearts, the size of pearls.

Ming Huang grabbed a leaf to play with, and the leaf was still edible.As soon as he ate it, he vaguely remembered many things.

It seems to be a thing of the past.Being scolded and kicked away viciously, wandering in the street, crying, beating watch on the cold night in the deserted street, each sound dragged on longer and longer, but there would always be a man who came and held his hand, Holding it in the palm of your hand and exhaling.

In the end, he had an invisible ring on his finger, with some silver in it. It didn't guarantee how rich and luxurious he was, but at least he had no worries about food and clothing.

But when was the ring lost?

He couldn't remember.

Upon waking up, Minghuang thought it was just a dream, touched the ring on his hand, and began to practice quietly. I am indeed worthy of being the most precious treasure in the world, and eating a few leaves will greatly benefit my practice.

In his free time, Zhang Qingyang would talk to Ming Huang, about the past, about the origin of my wood and the days when he traveled with Chun Guanlan to find He Yifei, the customs of various places, and what he heard but Ming Huang could not understand. It was a joke in the market, he was annoyed and funny when he heard it, and a little bit distressed.

God knows how much thought he has put into organizing so many conversations.

Obviously he doesn't like to talk so much.Zhang Qingyang outside the picture is also suffering.

It's not a good feeling to be able to see but not touch, so in order to make up for it, I had to take a few more glances.There was only one time when he accidentally saw something he shouldn't have seen. He was so frightened that he hurriedly closed the scroll. After he calmed down a little, he secretly opened a small slit and closed it again after a while.Well, see no evil, see no evil.

Ming Huang, who was taking a bath, suddenly felt cold all over his body, and the cold air poured from his head to his feet, as if someone was peeping at him.

Who else is watching besides him?

He hurried down to the next floor, only showing his head above the water, and after a while he came to his senses: What's the use of this at all!

The water is so clear, as clear as air.

He simply stood up, stomped his feet and walked towards the shore, splashing water.He thought viciously, look, look, I can't kill you.

Zhang Qingyang outside the picture knew that Ming Huang had found out and got angry, his cheeks were flushed, he forced himself to close the picture scroll and tied it tightly with a ribbon.He slapped his right hand three times with his left hand, took a deep breath, cleared away the figure entrenched in his mind, and continued on his way.

Three days later.

Only then did Zhang Qingyang dare to open the scroll, and said, "Here we are."

Ming Huang stepped out of the painting and saw the collapsed palace. He was shocked at first, and was so shocked that he couldn't speak for a long time. After regaining his senses, he exclaimed: "It's exactly the same!"

"The same one."

The ruins of the palace are vast, and almost all of them are too damaged to recognize their original appearance. The lower half of the few relatively complete palaces are so broken that it is impossible to enter.The whole ruins seemed to fall straight from the sky and hit the earth.

Zhang Qingyang walked around according to his memory, and found the ancient hall he walked out of. This can be said to be the most complete building in the ruins.

Ming Huang also felt familiar when he saw it, and he remembered after a while: Isn't this the place where the head of He Xuanzong was standing? He was standing on the top of the main hall, a group of disciples were densely packed on the ground, and the mysterious pupil of the dead appeared in the sky. corner.

The two walked into the main hall. The structure of the main hall is simple, there is no way out, just go straight in, and soon, the distance you walked in exceeded the size you saw from the outside, but there is still no end in front of you, and there is a thick and inextricable darkness , making Ming Huang very uneasy.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, Zhang Qingyang stopped: "It should be here."

Ming Huang took out the small palace lantern upon hearing this, and the palace lantern lit up.Infinite starlight suddenly sprinkled from the top, overshadowing the hexagonal palace lantern.

When he looked up, he almost thought that he was under the night sky, the stars were dotted in the darkness, and the vastness was endless. He maximized the light of the hexagonal palace lantern, illuminating the surrounding snow brightly, and the starlight on the top seemed to be against him deliberately. Strong, the starlight is bright, but the black background is getting deeper and deeper, and it is impossible to see what the top of the palace looks like.

Zhang Qingyang pressed his hand: "Turn off the light."

Ming Huang didn't know why, so he followed his instructions and turned off his lamp.

The lights went out, but the starlight did not disappear, but the light was much softer, as if you were under the starry sky, the beauty was thrilling.

Ming Huang sat down and looked up at the starry sky. There were too many stars and too dense. His eyes were dazzled and his neck was sore. He lowered his head and rubbed his neck, muttering, "What did you see?"

"Early Yuan."

Zhang Qingyang pointed to the stars on the "sky": "Each star represents a world, and it is the initial power to create that world, so the leader called it 'Yuanchu'."

Ming Huang was puzzled: "How come you can tell?"

"Don't look at everything, just focus on one." He said softly, "However, you have to be careful."

According to what he said, Ming Huang chose a small star to stare at, and as he watched, the small star became bigger and bigger in his field of vision. In the boundless void, he saw a ball, a colorful band of light, The large white clouds like cotton wool and the deep blue sea make the spirit deeper and deeper. There is no land on the planet, and strange creatures build civilizations on the bottom of the sea.Zhang Qingyang flicked his head and covered his eyes: "Don't look at it."

Ming Huang was still immersed in the novel world: "Is that all true?"

"Of course it is true." Zhang Qingyang said after a pause, "Don't watch it for too long. If you keep watching, you will get lost there and never come back."

Ming Huang lay down: "Is it so miraculous..." He had a little understanding of why Hexuanzong wanted to use the whole clan's strength to explore the Northern Wilderness, that is... the "Tomb of the God King".

He turned his head to look at Zhang Qingyang.

He sat cross-legged without looking up, as if he was meditating with his eyes closed.

The starlight gradually sank.

Ming Huang continued to look at the stars, and he found it quite interesting.Because the world represented by each Yuanchu is different and unique, and all kinds of strange things will happen.Some worlds have twelve directions; some worlds have developed different civilizations, and wars continue in the void; some worlds live with strange and huge creatures, which can freely shuttle between the past and the future, and are eternal.Innumerable beginnings represent endless possibilities, and being able to see the infinite world is a kind of great luck in itself.He was glad that he came. Where else could he find this indescribably wonderful experience?

Here, Ming Huang successfully broke through the bottleneck of the golden elixir, and the elixir broke into a baby.

Moreover, there was no catastrophe.

He is ready to go.

"Qingyang."

Zhang Qingyang raised his head slightly: "Are you going back?"

"Ah."

Zhang Qingyang shook his hand, and just caught his index finger. There was an invisible ring there, and when he pressed it, he felt a slight pain: "Wait for me to go back, it will be fine in a while."

A moment in the monk's mouth may be decades, or even a hundred years.

Ming Huang held it with his backhand: "Then you have to hurry up."

"it is good."

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