Chapter 2309 Mysterious Tai Chi
Ning Xiangruo took out three fine Zen incense sticks from the side of the incense burner and lit them on the candle. The raw material of this fine Zen incense was not sandalwood, but a kind of bamboo in Sichuan. It had no smoke when burning and no strong smell. The only drawback is that
Just hard to light.
These fine Zen incense have been placed for a long time and are even more difficult to light.
Ning Xiangruo's heart was very calm and she didn't feel bored at all. It took a while to light three fine Zen incense sticks. She bowed three times to Yuan Shaoqin's spiritual place, put the fine Zen incense in the incense burner, and then said softly: "Brother Yuan, I haven't come to see you for a long time. A lot has happened in recent years. Don't blame me. The year before last, my master was killed by people from the Qianmen Clan, and a great catastrophe fell on the world. I haven't returned to Cangyun for a long time. In the past, every New Year's Eve, I could always remember your death. How many years have passed? Now I have even forgotten the time of your death. Was it thirty-five years or so?
I don’t even remember thirty-six. In fact, I know that the trace of affection I had when I was a girl has already been relieved. I can hardly remember your appearance now..."
In the past, when Ning Xiangruo paid homage to Yuan Shaoqin, she would always cry and shed a few sad tears. Now, except for some sadness, her voice did not contain much emotion.
Time is a boning knife that can not only change a person's appearance, but also trim away good or bad memories.
As the first disciple of Master Jingxuan, Ning Xiangruo's talent in cultivation is very high and definitely not inferior to Du Chun's.
However, her cultivation has always been slightly inferior to Du Chun's. The main reason is because of Yuan Shaoqin.
For a long time, Yuan Shaoqin was an obstacle to her inner demons that she could not face, and the inner demons of a cultivator are very terrifying.
Du Chun reached the realm of spiritual silence in more than ten years. Ning Xiangruo reached this realm relatively late, six or seven years ago. It was time that allowed her to gradually let go of her past feelings for Yuan Shaoqin, so she cultivated Only then did he break through the shackles. Ning Xiangruo stared at Yuan Shaoqin's spiritual place and said slowly: "Recently, there are rumors among Cangyun high-level people that you are not dead, but turned into a Liujin smoke tomb, hidden in Cangyun Gate. Cangyun the year before last You were the mastermind behind Elder Yun's poisoning. Was that the young man named Liu Jin Yanfen that I met in the dungeon of Yunmeng Island? If it wasn't you, why would you let me go so easily? With Yang Jiu? Senior Brother Yuan, I have never believed this rumor. If you
You really killed my master, what should I do? I might... no, I will definitely kill you. No matter how much I admired you before, I will definitely kill you with my own hands. "
Ning Xiangruo slowly stretched out her hand, slowly closed the secret grid, and repeated in her mouth: "I will definitely kill you with my own hands!"
This time his tone was full of chill, and his eyes were filled with murderous intent.
Her relationship with Master Jingshui is very special. Master Jingshui has accepted more than a dozen female disciples, but only Ning Xiangruo shares the same mother-daughter relationship with her.
If Yuan Shaoqin really killed Master Jingshui, Ning Xiangruo would definitely kill her enemy with her own hands.
He put the clothes on the bed into the closet at once, then blew out the candles, turned around and walked out of the room.
Not long after, her graceful figure appeared on the back mountain of Samsara Peak.
Several consecutive heavy snowfalls have made the entire Cangyun Mountain covered in silver, making it particularly poignant.
The two huge white lanterns outside the ancestral hall swayed in the darkness in the wind. They were eerie, like the eyes of giant spirits, which added a bit of terror to this poignant beauty.
Jiang Shuiyou is a diligent old vixen. In the fenced yard outside the ancestral hall, the snow has been cleared away. The candlelight is bright and shines through the doors and windows of the ancestral hall. It seems to be the only light in the darkness.
Ning Xiangruo stood in front of the door and opened it gently. She expected to see a rickety old man with his back to her, carving the endless spiritual tablet. However, in the huge ancestral hall, there was a person alone. nor.
It was already late at night, and Ning Xiangruo was wondering, where had the mysterious old man who guarded the ancestral temple gone?
Ning Xiangruo searched every place and every piece of yellow cloth, but she really couldn't find the old man.
Just when she was about to go back, her eyes fell on the top of the huge mystery case.
The sacred table is filled with the spiritual tablets of the Cangyun Patriarchs of the past generations. On the top of the spiritual tablets, there is a painting of an old man with immortal style and elegant demeanor. It is the portrait of Cangyunzi, the first generation founder of the Cangyun Sect.
Ning Xiangruo's eyes were staring at the painting at the moment.
It can be seen that the painter who made this painting must be a master of painting. He painted Cangyunzi so lifelike and lifelike, as if the person in the painting could come out at any time.
In the upper left corner of the painting, there are four inscriptions and postscripts.
The universe of heaven and earth, yin and yang and the five elements.
The sword of immortality, bless my blue clouds.
Ning Xiangruo has seen this painting countless times, but this time, it seems different from before.
Because the painting is hung in the center, as long as you stand in front of the divine case, you can feel the kind eyes of Patriarch Cangyunzi looking at you.
Tonight, Ning Xiangruo didn't feel the compassion for the world in her eyes.
Taking a closer look, Ning Xiangruo found that the painting was hanging crookedly. Although the tilt angle was not large, it was indeed hung crookedly.
Cangyunzi is the founder of Cangyun Sect, and the portraits hanging in the ancestral hall will never be tilted. The only possibility is that someone has touched the painting recently.
At a quiet moment in the night, the mysterious old man who guarded the ancestral hall disappeared, and the portrait of the ancestor in the ancestral hall was moved, which made Ning Xiangruo feel bad.
She tapped her toes on the floor lightly, and her body slowly flew up like a boneless willow catkin, came to the front of the painting, and reached out to touch the huge scroll gently.
The picture was very clean and spotless. It was obvious that the old man who guarded the ancestral hall often cleaned the painting.
Ning Xiangruo slowly opened the scroll, and there was indeed a mechanism on the wall behind it. A black and white Tai Chi diagram was on the wall to the north of the portrait.
The Tai Chi diagram on the wall was not painted, but a carving like jade. I don’t know where the ancestors of Cangyunmen found this natural jade that looked like Yin and Yang Pisces Tai Chi.
Ning Xiangruo's hands were slowly rubbing the Tai Chi diagram. Suddenly, a suction force came from the jade. Ning Xiangruo was shocked and felt a stream of Qi in her palm being sucked into the Tai Chi jade uncontrollably. Just as she was about to leave, the suction force suddenly disappeared without a trace.