Chapter 29: The Monument of the Broken God (Recommendation Ticket for Collection)

"Xunda is the wind! The wind is the movement of the qi. The cold and heat oppose each other, and the two winds are heavy. The long wind is endless and penetrates every hole!"

"The earthquake is thunder! The sound of thunder is loud, and the sound of vibration is loud, so it is heard from hundreds of miles away. The east is wood, and wood has yin and yang, and when it knots, it makes earthquakes!"

With his index finger on the stone tablet, he neatly drew the last bloodstain. On the Tianfu platform, there was a loud and small sound. The melody is weird, sometimes it makes people clear-headed, and sometimes it shocks people into a trance.

Zong Shou sucked the wound on his finger, somewhat helpless in his heart, waiting for the thunder to dissipate by his side.

Even if no psionic soul thoughts are used, when these runes containing the natural avenue are drawn, they naturally have a certain natural power.

The thunder character has been completed, and the next one is the 'luck' character.

Zong Shou couldn't help frowning slightly, the last talisman he was most uncertain about was the twelve celestial talismans.

Luck and fortune are the most unpredictable. As small as ants and dust, as large as the family, country and world, each has its own 'luck'.

In his previous life, he also failed to truly grasp the true meaning of his Dao. The reason why copying is successful is because of countless repeated practice. Use the most stupid method to grasp this talisman.

Still use the index finger to touch the starting point of this talisman. Everyone in the entire school field held their breath for a while.

In just a moment, Zong Shou's primordial spirit began to resonate with this talisman. Then his consciousness was forcibly drawn out again.

But this time, it is no longer being pulled by the stone tablet to observe various nature and phenomena in the world, but a dream like reality. Make his consciousness completely immersed in it.

After an unknown amount of time, when Zong Shou came back to his senses, two lines of tears dripped from his eyes.

In a trance, Zong Shou seemed to have experienced the life of an old man. The rise and fall of the country, the ups and downs of life in just a few decades.

"It turns out that the true meaning of the word 'luck' is so simple!"

Laughing dumbfounded, Zong Shou couldn't tell what he was feeling at the moment. All of a sudden, the hostility towards Ling Yunzong subsided a lot.

He didn't know the reason behind that Patriarch Lingyun, who put down the Xiao Luotian Sword Formation, and erected these twelve Tianfu God Tablets.

But today, his Zong Shou has more or less benefited from this ancient strongman.

Eleven celestial talismans, eleven kinds of illusions, although he has grasped the true meaning of the talismans, it is not without benefits.

As for the movement characters, what he comprehends at this time is only the most superficial meanings. But it allows him to really step into this most unpredictable and magical door of the avenue!

"Misfortune is where good fortune rests, and good fortune is where misfortune lies. Who knows its extreme? There is no rightness. Righteousness becomes wonders, and goodness becomes a demon. Man's fascination lasts for a long time!"

"Know its male, keep its female, it is the creek of the world; know its glory, keep its disgrace, it is the valley of the world; know its white, keep its black, it is the style of the world!"

"There is no way for misfortune and good fortune, but people call for themselves; the rewards of good and evil follow each other like a shadow!"

The way of heaven exists naturally, and the so-called luck is also within the way of heaven. But often due to changes in the natural universe environment, unpredictable. Human beings have long been puzzled by the misfortunes and blessings of fate. The reason why misfortunes and blessings in fate depend on each other is just like the change of good and evil in human nature.

Therefore, "The root of misfortune lies in the evil of the body and evil thoughts; the root of happiness lies in the cultivation of virtue and more good deeds."

——But the true meaning of this word is really so simple?

Zong Shou sneered, thinking that if I enter your gate, I am afraid that it will be difficult for me to truly grasp the way of fortune in this life.

If in this world, everyone does good, isn't it true that there are no more disasters in this world?

But right now, there is no need to delve too deeply into it. As soon as he became a little spirit master who had just settled down, it was difficult to save his life, so why did he need to investigate the true meaning of the Dao? I am also not qualified to pursue it, so I can only write along the meaning of the Lingyun Patriarch.

The bloodstains continued to stretch along those nicks. In the previous life, this 'luck' character was copied nearly a thousand times, and in this life, I have comprehended the true meaning of this symbol. Every stroke made by Zong Shou at this moment is full of strong bones and muscles, agile and elegant, completely natural, without any sense of ugliness before.

And when the last stroke is drawn. On this Tianfu platform, there was no other change, only the stele made of light cloud stone, but suddenly the whole body split open and exploded into pieces!

The whole school grounds was dead silent again, Liang Miaozi's face was ashen as paper, and Lin Fei's expression was extremely dignified.

The song Hanyun under the stone platform was simply in a daze, talking to himself in a very low voice.

"It was actually drawn by him. It is obviously impossible. My father said that it is absolutely impossible to touch the way of fortune under a day tour. Let alone a day tour, even if the 'true shape' has been shaped, there is no such thing Wait for the ability. We are all ants under the avenue, how can we touch the true meaning of heaven? And this guy's writing style, just now has improved again, I really envy the dead. Where do I go to learn this talisman? Could it be that I have to go to the other four cloud continents, or the cloud palace of the Lingyun Sect—”

The boy next to him frowned. With a strange look on his face, he shook his head.

He still didn't quite understand the meaning of Ge Han's rhyme, but he knew that the son of Qian Tianshan on the stage seemed to have really done something extraordinary.

Zong Shou's posture of drawing the last stroke also lasted half a breath. At the moment when the stone talisman was broken, a warm current also entered his body from his fingertips and went straight into his soul.

However, the amount this time was nearly ten times larger than the inflow of the previous eleven talisman steles.

Zong Shou finally sensed what these warm currents were.

"It's actually a rune, is it the spirit of the sky rune? In this way, the cold air in the eighteen sword puppets should not be as I expected—"

With a slight turn of his mind, Zong Shou woke up. Looking at the gravel all over the ground, and the still silent audience. Immediately, I only felt that my heart was free, and my depression was gone.

"Cool!"

With a soft smile, Zong Shou raised his eyebrows, revealing a hint of joy.

He had wanted to suppress the arrogance of the Lingyun sect for a long time. Although he had killed countless Lingyun disciples in the virtual realm in his previous life, he still couldn't hurt the root.

Unexpectedly, in this life, before reincarnation ten thousand years ago, she was able to fulfill her long-cherished wish in her previous life.

"This is Xiao Luotian Sword Formation, which is said to be indestructible by no one? Twelve heavenly talismans that no one can copy? The 30,000 disciples of the Lingyun Sect, are they not as good as a useless person like me, heh—"

With a sneer, Zong Shou's words stopped abruptly. Thinking of the gift from the Lingyun Patriarch in his body. Even worse, I still can't say it.

Lin Fei's expression on the side changed slightly, and after a while, he regained his composure: "The patriarch said in the past that these eighteen sword puppets and twelve celestial talisman steles. Those who can achieve one of them can be the direct descendants of the head teacher. Those who can do both can enter the Patriarch Hall to study for three years after ten years, I don't know what the son of the world thinks?"

The gazes from below the stage immediately turned to stare. They all looked silent, waiting for Zong Shou's decision.

Knowing that this thin young man can surpass everyone here with just one word today.

And the word Zushitang is even more indescribably enviable.

Liang Miaozi in the distance clenched his fists, his knuckles cracked, and his expression was uncertain.

——In this world, there are actually martial arts and spiritual methods, and all of them are extremely talented people. However, such a stunning and brilliant talent actually appeared in this child!

Zong Shou was also slightly shocked, and he hesitated for a while in his mind.

Participated in Lingyunzong Patriarch Hall for three years? There is such a good thing?

The Patriarch Hall of the Lingyun Sect is one of the top ten sacred places in the cloud world. Although it is at the bottom of the list, it has gathered the essence of martial arts and soul dao of geniuses of all generations since the Lingyun Sect has been in existence for ten thousand years, and countless people are craving for it.

The Twelve Heaven Talismans here, the Xiao Luotian Sword Formation, are also extraordinary, but compared to those martial arts in the Holy Land, they are the most superficial methods.

Swallowing his saliva, Zong Shou salivated a little. But at that moment, his eyes touched Yin Yang and Chuxue below, and he laughed at himself secretly.

"Patriarch Hall? I'm really moved. It's just that my Zongshou is not so thick-skinned. I have been scolded as a waste today, and I may not necessarily worship under Yunling Zong's sect. Anyway, with my body with two veins, You can't see it either, right?"