Chapter 2539: Encounter in a Story

The river of fate is mysterious and deep, and the white boat flows quietly.

Jiang Zhenjun stepped on the fairy boat, floating in the air, his eyes far away.

He has been looking for a long time.

He has been here before.

It seems like a story from a long time ago.

At that moment, it was pitch black, and his eyes could not see through the river.

Now he still can't see anything, because his fate is no longer allowed to be peeped by others. His fate is in his own hands.

Every moment of the future is unknown, but most of them will be the results he intends.

He can finally dominate himself, but it has been many years later.

The fate of countless creatures has finally formed such a calm river.

He waited here quietly, and finally knew that no one would wave to him.

Time is like flowing water, and the past cannot be pursued.

The flowers in the mirror and the moon in the water are ultimately dreams, and the southern and northern dippers are all in vain.

Now I use blood to predict fate -

The old friend will never see me again.

People who have known how to manipulate fate for a long time, but they don't know how to leave a trace of their own fate.

Is it because he had seen the ending long ago?

Has he accepted it long ago?

Jiang Wang was silent, and finally looked forward.

A few drops of mosquito blood are not enough to look into eternity and trace the fate of the "Blood Demonic Art of Destruction of Emotion and Desire".

But the blood divination technique is just an introduction. What Jiang Wang really relies on is his ability to deceive the heavens, the wrong path of controlling fate, and the "Devilic Art of Eternal Desire in the Sea of ​​Bitterness" that he killed with his own hands.

It was he who helped Yu Beidou seal the "Blood Demonic Art of Destruction of Emotion and Desire" into Yu Beidou's eyes. He also personally participated in the scene where the "Blood Demonic Art of Destruction of Emotion and Desire" was destroyed. He is deeply involved with this magic skill, and can trace the traces in his own destiny.

See the devil with the devil, see the destiny with the blood divination, and see the past with the story.

It is like the abbot of the bitter life driving the boat in the Pure Land of Destiny.

You can't learn the Zen skill of the bitter life master who controls fate alone, but the method of driving the boat is not difficult to replicate.

And with the Xianzhou of Seeing and Hearing, we should gather all the clues and leave nothing behind.

Countless blood-colored spots flew out from the surging river. They gathered together and condensed into a volume of animal skin book, which was quietly suspended in front of Jiang Wang and slowly pushed open.

Only because it has the eternal nature, it can penetrate time like this.

The past fate of this animal skin book started with the burning of the East China Sea, and the previous general Jingye, the garrison general of Yingguang City in Rong State, Liu Huai, the eunuch of Yang State, and Yang Jiande, the last king of Yang State... one scene after another, all unfolded before his eyes.

Many details that Jiang Wang did not see at that time are now clearly presented.

He even saw Yang Xuance put down this volume of magic skills and took away the "Great Sun Golden Flame Art".

Going further back...

The "Blood Demon Art of Destroying Emotions and Desires" is circulating in the world because the previous Blood Demon King has been killed, leaving only the remnant of the Blood Demon, and later clamoring with Yu Beidou.

And the "last blood demon king" was born in the ancient times, more specifically, in the mythological era--

It was raining heavily!

The sky was bloody.

The foot of the mountain had become a flood, and the mountain road was full of bones.

All the blood and flesh roared into a torrent, gathering towards the top of the mountain.

The top of this mountain had long been melted, and the towering spiritual temples, pavilions, strange beasts and fairy grass, all the former glory returned to a pool-it was a blood and flesh quagmire that seemed to have spirits.

Dense blood dragons climbed the mountain walls and gathered in this pool.

This quagmire, based on blood and flesh, melted treasures, spiritual tools, magic weapons, everything, like a greedy giant mouth that could never be satisfied.

In the middle of this quagmire, a blood bubble was swelling. In the middle of the blood bubble, a blood electric current was swimming, which was actually smart and noble, like a dragon.

Jiang Wang's sight was outside the painting, he was a bystander of this history.

If he had the ability to travel through time, or if he took the time treasure ship named "Flying Light" of the demon clan, he would probably be unable to resist rushing into the painting and trying to kill the one in the bloody quagmire.

But now he can only watch.

In this period of history that was rolled up in the mythological era, "The Blood Demonic Art of Destroying Emotions and Desires" pretended to be a god, asked for blood as a sacrifice, and completely slaughtered a major sect of the time, sacrificed 30,000 monks with blood, and ruled tens of millions of people under the sect.

Thus, an extremely powerful Blood Demon Lord was born!

And now, it is the time for this Blood Demon Lord to be destroyed.

Because his evil deeds have been discovered. He used blood as a spirit, transformed monks and ruled the people, and closed himself off on the grounds of "not competing with the world and waiting for the new day", constantly swallowing outsiders. In the chaotic end of the mythological era, it was indeed covered up for a period of time, but it was inevitably illuminated by the bright sun and revealed under the blue sky.

A small woodcutter who disappeared here attracted a series of investigations, and was finally discovered by a powerful figure, and the blood lid was opened.

Although it was the end of the era and the world was in chaos, it was impossible for him, the Blood Demon Lord, to continue to devour people and deceive the world.

It was precisely because he was forced to the end of the road that this Blood Demon Lord took back all the blood spirits and even digested the Great Sect Spirit Hall in order to make a last stand.

The history that Jiang Wang is watching now is exactly the ending of this Blood Demon Lord.

Not long after, the protagonist of this story appeared in the painting.

It was a man with a fairy-like appearance, walking on the mountain path where the blood dragon had crawled, and met and passed by those exposed white bones.

He wore six ritual jades on his body, and his waist was ceremonial. When he walked, his sleeves fluttered and his jade rings.

He looked like a middle-aged man, with a noble air between his eyebrows.

Although he walked on the bloody mountain path, he seemed to be in the clouds among the mountains and fields.

He had a strong demeanor that did not belong to this place, or even to this era!

There are two strands of white in the black hair, like floating clouds in the long night.

He walked slowly and calmly up the mountain. He was clearly forcing the Blood Demon Lord to a dead end, but his posture seemed to be coming to drink with him.

The more Jiang Wang looked at him, the more familiar he looked, because the cloud and mist under the feet of the climber... was Shanfu Qingyun!

Fellow villager... no, fellow disciple?

Was it this man who killed the Blood Demon Lord in the mythological era?

At this point in time, the immortal era has not yet arrived, but this man has already mastered immortal arts and stepped on the blue cloud. Could it be that the immortal era was opened by him?

Jiang Wang was thinking all kinds of things in his mind, when the climber suddenly stopped, turned around on the mountain path, and looked up.

The sound of the wind faded away.

The shaking of the forest seemed to be in another world.

The bloody mud on the top of the mountain was still boiling, the blood demon was still roaring, and the power of blood was rolling over the world and colliding with the sun and the moon.

But everything became very far away.

Although Jiang Wang was not in this time and space, he faintly felt... that this person was looking at him!

If there really was a time interval of ten thousand years, this person turned around and looked back on the way to slay the demon.

At least he was an ancient saint, or he had already transcended!

In the next moment, he really heard this person speak.

His forehead hair fluttered lightly, his eyes were clear, and his tone was very light: "Have you seen my disciple?"

Jiang Wang did not speak, he almost thought it was an illusion, an auditory hallucination.

How could he meet such a person in the history of tracing the fate of magic power.

The man standing on the mountain road spoke again: "His name is Li Canghu."

Immortal Emperor Li Canghu!

When Jiang Wang heard this name at first, two pictures immediately emerged in his mind.

One is the words "Li's Little Tiger Family" on the Red Dust Gate.

The other is that before Meng Tianhai died, before he walked towards the Red Dust Gate and fought with Ji Furen, he mentioned the name "Li Canghu" and listed it with Ji Furen. Calculating the time, Meng Tianhai was almost active in the era when the Blood Demon Lord was killed!

Finally, I know that all this is real, and dialogue is inevitable.

Standing at the top of the world, sailing on the long river of fate, Jiang Wang is not afraid of history.

His mind moved slightly, and the wind blew up on the mountain road for no reason.

Across the waves of the long river of fate, Jiang Wang's voice traveled through the years, disturbed by the wind, and seemed extremely indifferent: "I have never seen it."

The man on the mountain road said: "He is next to me."

Jiang Wang looked at this place carefully again, and even carefully observed the mountain top that had become very far away, the blood and flesh quagmire on the top of the mountain, and studied the power of the Blood Demon Lord for a while, and then returned to this, and descended to the sky: "There is no one around you."

The man on the mountain road looked to the side and was silent for a while. After a moment of silence, he said: "You forgot something very important."

After saying this, he turned around, walked gracefully, and continued to go up the mountain.

No more words.

Turning around is to say goodbye, and the process of climbing is a long journey.

He walked farther and farther, taking this mountain, and even this time and space, out of Jiang Wang's sight. And he continued his process of fighting with the Blood Demon Lord in this space and time.

History, with its great inertia, flows forward freely.

Above the long river of fate, on the Xianwen Xianzhou, the animal skin book in front of Jiang Wang slowly closed.

He had a kind of enlightenment in his heart-

The fate of "The Blood Demon Art of Destruction of Emotion and Desire" can only be traced back to here.

Maybe he didn't calculate well, or the calculation materials were too poor, or it was difficult to deceive the heavens... In short, seeing this scene was the limit.

With a thought in his mind, this animal skin book fell back into the river, scattered without a trace, and lost in time again.

What he saw was the trace of "The Blood Demon Art of Destruction of Emotion and Desire", not "The Blood Demon Art of Destruction of Emotion and Desire".

Based on Jiang Wang's current cognition, he could not find any possibility of summoning "The Blood Demon Art of Destruction of Emotion and Desire" in advance.

But Qihen, as a transcendent, probably has his own way.

Jiang Wang was on his own, letting it drift with the waves. In the process, he raised his finger as a sword, drawing a series of sword lights of heaven's will, wading through the water and breaking the waves of fate. Just like that, he wiped away the traces of the "Blood Demon Art of Eliminating Emotions and Desires" that he had seen, making the "Blood Demon Art of Eliminating Emotions and Desires" disappear more thoroughly.

If Qihen really wanted to use this skill to fill the position, it would take a lot of effort just to find the historical traces of the past.

But...

Who was the immortal who killed the Blood Demon Lord in the mythological era?

He was the master of the Immortal Emperor Li Canghu, and Shanfu Qingyun was under his feet. Was it him who created the Yunding Immortal Palace?

Was it because of the existence of the Yunding Immortal Palace that he saw Jiang Wang 3,900 years after the new Taoist calendar in the history of "Blood Demon Art of Eliminating Emotions and Desires"?

Jiang Wang had always thought that Li Canghu, who defeated Meng Tianhai to become the protagonist of the era and replaced the mythological era, was the founder of the immortal art. But now it seems that Li Canghu may be the master of immortal arts, so he created an era with it.

What did the last sentence of the Immortal Emperor's teacher mean?

...

"What did I forget?"

When Jiang Zhenjun was undecided, he would write a letter instead of guessing blindly.

One letter was written to Zhong Xuanyin, asking for historical books, asking who Li Canghu's master was, and asking for specific information about the Immortal Emperor's teacher.

One letter was written to Bai Gexiao, the dean of Qingya Academy.

He was not very familiar with Bai Gexiao, but because of the relationship between Yunguo and Xu Xiangqian, they were naturally close, so he wrote very directly in the letter--

"The younger generation did not act carefully, and Yan Chunhui was frightened, which made the world uneasy."

"I will take responsibility."

"Fight a few times and decide tomorrow."

"I have something unclear today. I would like to ask Bai Yuan for advice - what can senior Ye Lingxiao do to benefit his 'forgetfulness'?"

He spread the paper and prepared to write the third letter, but thought for a moment and paused. He took out the Yuan Stone that he had obtained from Chong Xuan Sheng, crushed it into deed paper, and wrote a quite satisfactory Heavenly Deed. He folded it carefully, put it in his arms, and then stepped out.

One moment he was in the present world's cloud country, and the next moment he was in the ancient starry sky.

There are countless streams of light flying in front of my eyes, and the bright stars are embedded in the darkness.

At the foot is a blue seven-story stone tower. The Yuheng Star Tower continues to emit starlight, explaining Jiang Zhenjun's path to the vast universe.

Jiang Wang stood on the top of the tower with his hands behind his hands, looking quietly at the vast universe. He recalled that when he first erected this tower, it was under the protection of Yuheng Xingjun... It felt like a lifetime ago.

The old dragon at the bottom of the tower has escaped for a long time.

He didn't leave himself much time to reflect. He raised his steps again and landed in a mountain stream full of birds singing and flowers fragrant.

The clear stream flows through a large tree as lush as an umbrella, and a wooden house with climbing branches of flowers is formed on the tree.

Granny Xiaofan, who has regained her youthful appearance, is meditating in the tree house, while Yuheng Xingjun is writing and drawing on the white rocks by the stream, not knowing what to draw.

Boom, boom, boom.

Jiang Wang made a knocking sound with his fingers.

Granny Xiaofan opened her eyes and saw a young man in a green shirt through the tree window. She suddenly returned to the first meeting in the forest sea source world. She closed her eyes and opened them again, and a sincere smile appeared on her face. .

"Coming?" She stood up with a smile and walked out of the house to greet him.

"Long time no see, Granny Xiaofan is even more elegant than before! Her temples are as sharp as a knife, and her eyebrows are as dyed as ink, taking away the beauty of this place!" Jiang Wang bowed with his hands in front of him, and then said to Mr. Yu Hengxing who was standing straight by the stream. : "Senior Guanyan's clothes are still very white."

"This child has experienced the presence of God at the age of twenty. From then on, his appearance has not aged, and it has not changed after so many years." Granny Xiaofan looked at Guan Yan: "But his mouth is different from that of the past, a little more philistine!"

Although his words were criticism, his eyebrows were full of smiles.

Jiang Wang presented the Qingyang Tianqi with both hands: "I haven't seen my mother-in-law for a long time, so a small gift is not a sign of respect."

Grandma Xiaofan followed Guanyan to travel across the heavens, so she certainly had a lot of horizons. Although she didn’t know what this unsightly stack of paper sheep represented, she could still feel its preciousness.

Immediately he said, "You're already here, why do you bring anything with you?"

Guan Yan walked over with a smile and took the paper sheep. He originally planned to tie it on Xiaofan's clothes, but after taking a closer look, he put it in Xiaofan's sachet: "He is caring, but you are kind." Refuting his mood?"

Granny Xiaofan said angrily: "Monks also follow the example of others in accepting gifts. Whether you accept them or not give them away...you are not ashamed."

"What kind of family do you want to leave? I will never leave this family." Yuheng Xingjun touched his bald head and said with a smile: "The bald head is just a habit."

Jiang Wang smiled as he watched them talk. The smiles and amiable things in front of you don’t have to be anything magnificent or romantic, as long as the clouds are rolling and the clouds are relaxing, everything will be beautiful.

After he has done everything he should do, he must also live a good life.

Human demons, Seven Hate, Shenxiao...

After all, you have to fulfill your responsibilities so that the people you cherish are no longer threatened. It is enough to do something for the world that gave birth to and raise him within the scope of his ability.

"Speaking of which... what did Senior draw?" He looked at the wet marks on the white stone.

"What do you think it is?" Guan Yan asked with a smile.

Jiang Wang speculated with great interest: "It's like some kind of... lost writing."

"It's the words he created for this filthy world." Granny Xiaofan said from the side, her tone was half resentful, half proud of Guan Yan: "We traveled here a few years ago, and it was really dirty and smelly. He had to stay, saying that he wanted to plant flowers and trees, and he was busy every day. This text also said that it must fit in with this world, and be created alone, so that it would be like a natural derivation of life in this world. Be wise."

Jiang Wang was in awe: "This is Cangjie's contribution."

When he came over, he discovered that the environment in this small world was very harsh and smelly everywhere. Only the mountain stream in front of him was the only good scenery in the world.

I was still thinking in my heart, why did Senior Guanyan and Granny Xiaofan live in this evil world after traveling all over the world and enjoying life.

Although this world is dirty, there are still living things. The intelligent spirit that is active among the strange rocks and rotten mud, thirsty for muddy water and hungry for rotten food, is a creature that is neither human, nor demon nor demon.

This creature has bone spurs on its spine, strong hind limbs, and two pairs of relatively weak forelimbs that move in a jumping manner.

The head looks more like an ox's head, but it's just a whorl-shaped horn.

The most powerful ones among them can trigger electric light with their horns, but their power is extremely weak, only equivalent to Ding and other Taoist techniques in this world.

"How can I compare to the ancient sages?" Guan Yan waved his hand: "It's just a matter of doing your part. It takes a little effort."

Jiang Wang thought for a while and then asked: "With the power of the elders, it is not difficult to change the world. It is completely possible to transform the world into a rich and vibrant place. Why do you choose such a slow way to do things bit by bit? "

Staying in this world, which is regarded as the center of all worlds, all year round, it is easy to have an illusion about your own power.

Even if it is a supreme battle, with all its strength, it cannot sink the Shenlu. But that's just because he is too strong in this world, his status is too high, and he is respected by all the people in this world. Moreover, there are strong people everywhere in this world, and there are restrictions everywhere.

In fact, if you look at the universe, even a living Dongzhen monk can easily create and destroy the world. The small worlds of many Dongzhen monks are not cultivated in the spiritual realm, but are taken from the universe.

The upper limit of many small worlds is the presence of gods. In the other world, gods can move mountains and fill the sea, change the world, pick stars and moons... they can do anything.

With Jiang Wang's current level, he only needs a thought to be reborn in this evil world. Any natural disasters can be wiped out with a thought.

"Because this world is rich in resources and full of vitality."

Guan Yan said calmly: "It was not like this at the beginning. It is the endless grabbing, evil mining, and consumption of the creatures in this world that caused this world to fall step by step. And these creatures have no ability to escape from the world and seek other things, so they can only be trapped in this world and become evil with this world. Slowly, even their wisdom is obscured."

"Supernatural powers are easy to use, but they are not a cure."

"I want to teach them how to change their lives."