Ask the Mirror: Postscript 2 (Part 1)

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After a month, my ideas have changed a bit. Let’s give it a comprehensive try.

I have a reception task today, so I came back in a hurry and revised it before posting it. The word count and fragments are not very good, and the beginning of the setting is not very friendly. Please forgive me.

The cross-border flying boat is like a big fish, swimming against the tide of void energy.

The closer we get to the huge cocoon-like world ahead, the clearer the feeling of facing the wind and waves becomes, so much so that the airship trembles slightly and the tea set on the table also rattles.

On the top floor of the flying boat, some passengers who experienced this feeling for the first time unconsciously stopped chatting and laughing, looking at the fully enclosed air cover with numbing scalp. Under the strong resistance, it twisted and undulated. The front, rear and rear areas were simply... It was forcibly twisted into a twist, which could affect the body of the flying boat at any time.

Those who are less timid can’t help but be frightened: “Is this... really going to be a problem?”

An acquaintance comforted him: "This flying boat was just brought out by Datongxing last year. It is specially designed for the current situation. There is nothing to worry about."

Some people sighed: "The real world is becoming increasingly difficult to enter..."

"Is it more than difficult to get in? Forty million households were moved out the year before last, and more last year, with a total of 60 million households, divided into various stars and walks of life. I think, in another hundred years, we will not be able to practice spiritually. All those with talent will be kicked out!"

“You can’t say that. In the past ten years, the number of people moving in is not much worse than the number of people moving out. There is a rough balance between people moving in and out.”

As they spoke, the trembling and turbulent stage finally passed. This group of people also slowed down their thoughts and naturally shifted the topic to the population and situation of the real world.

Cross-border flying boats are the normal means of transportation in the Thirty-Six Days of the True Realm. They have complex tastes, but those who can have a place at the top must have some cultivation and identity, and they have formed small groups with blurred boundaries. In the circle, there are always two or three people who talk loudly, there are also a few who don't interrupt a sentence, and there are one or two who are high-profile, or simply can't get along with each other.

In the past few days when we have been traveling across borders, we have learned almost all the details that need to be learned, and some people talk very casually. Then there was a rather handsome young man in white robe who gave guidance:

"The Bajing Palace and the Shangqing Sect are focused on building their Three Pure Realms. Do they really want to become immortals? Get rid of all those who are not qualified - what comes in and out is not what they want, what is not what they want. Get out of here all!”

The middle-aged monk who talked about "coming in and out" before was originally relatively mature and prudent, but he felt uncomfortable after hearing this. He sneered and pointed at the huge flaming star that was cutting through the side and rear of the flying boat:

"Speaking of immortals, Yu Ancestor destroyed demons and protected the Dharma. He raised the moon and chased the sun, making the world bright and all living beings alive. His merits are immeasurable and there is nothing he can't afford."

The young man in white robe was suffocated when someone praised Yu Zulai, but at this time, how could he be allowed to shrink back?

"Not to mention that Yu Ancestor has not appeared in front of others for four or five kalpas. Just look at the general trend of the true world over the past ten thousand years. How much of the merits of that year are still there? Floating in the starry sky, swallowing up all realms, all the time. There is a struggle. The war in the Zhaoxuan Holy Realm has only subsided for a few years, and the people here have moved against the Zhiyi Realm again, causing turmoil..."

The young man in white robe kept talking, while his eyes kept glancing at the slender figure in purple robe outside the circle. Perhaps attracted by his bold and "compassionate" remarks, he raised his head and glanced here, and then smiled and communicated with the half-grown child and his mother beside him.

The look on his face made him feel warm.

However, it was also because of his extreme remarks that caused many people to frown. The middle-aged monk who had just argued with him sneered:

"It's easy to knock you off with your words. How can you have the nerve to say these things without going to a foreign battlefield?"

The young man in white robe also sneered: "So you are used to being 'in and out'... How many years have you moved to the real world? Your ancestors have also chosen it, right?"

Seeing that the two sides were facing each other with drawn swords, someone nearby came over to start a fight, and finally managed to calm them down. Some people were thinking of diverting the conflict and mudslinging:

"I have heard that it is the original sects of the True Realm that are obsessed with developing related stars and realms, and have been trying to separate and relocate them to become their earth emperors. Don't you see that the thirty-three days of Xuanmen are divided into regions and boundaries? , getting further and further away.”

In fact, at this time, the best way is for everyone to disperse and find their own places to go. This has opened up a new topic, and many people secretly scolded this person for being "smart."

As expected, the young man in white robe could not lose face no matter what, so he sneered again:

"Yu Zu's immortal appearance is not like the fireworks of the world; it's just that most of his subordinates are profit-seeking people... Hehe, what a pity!"

At this time, no one was willing to talk to him. The middle-aged monk simply walked away without hearing or bothering him.

But at this moment, a soft and pleasant voice sounded:

"Since the seventh calamity ago, the Lightless Demon Lord shot down the sun, and the world was dark and lifeless. Although the ancestor Mingyue's magical power was available to protect him, it was difficult to get rid of the fundamental disease. Chasing the light day by day has become inevitable. It has become inevitable. At that time, it was either a world drifting away, or it was tearing apart the void and moving the stars. Apart from this, there was no other way. Yu Zu chose the strategy of doing both."

The young man in white robe turned his gaze and was stunned for a moment when he saw the female cultivator in purple who had inexplicably started talking about ancient times. It was the female cultivator in purple who had been amazed and had some "thoughts" about him since he boarded the ship.

This female cultivator has bright eyes like stars, a pure and upright spirit, and a slight beauty mark on her lips. She has a hint of charm. She is truly a first-class beauty. What she said was naturally very familiar to the people present, but her soft voice and natural pauses gave people a beautiful feeling just by listening, so no one thought it was lengthy. Moreover, they all know that their true intentions will definitely be revealed later.

Sure enough, next, the female cultivator in purple said:

"What dominated the structure of the real world at that time was the requirement of 'two methods in parallel'. First, for starry sky drifting, the real world was too large in size, difficult to drive, and violated the laws of starry sky movement, and was always in danger of collapse. secondly, for the transferred stars, the weight of the true world will increase further, just like an iron ball pressing on a fishing net, causing the fishing net to sink. For other worlds and stars, it is easy to locate here and Move this way."

These sentences are relatively deep, but with that simple metaphor, people can still understand it and feel the contradictory situation faced by Zu Zu and the True World monks at that time.

The half-year-old child who had been chatting with the female cultivator in purple couldn’t help but ask:

"Then...what happened next?"

The purple-clothed female cultivator smiled slightly: "Later, various sects such as Yu Zu and Bajing Palace used the thirty-six-day structure to continuously compress and hide the normal void structure, striving to increase the 'weight' and reduce the 'volume'.

"Although every hundred or thousand years, new worlds and stars are captured by the true world, in just three kalpas, the volume of the true world has been reduced by ten times compared to before! But in fact, The true scope of the void is almost ten times larger than when the sun fell."

The monks on the flying boat turned to look at the approaching True Realm. It was really unimaginable what this huge thing like a giant cocoon lying across the starry sky would look like if it expanded ten times or a hundred times.

The female cultivator in purple shook her head and said:

"What you see now is no longer the true world that was compressed to the extreme four kalpas ago. The true world at this time is no longer suppressed by Yu Zu's supreme void magical power. It is impossible to maintain that extreme state. Otherwise, the void environment will be disturbed and cause disaster.

"Now, both the Bajing Palace and the Shangqing Palace are trying to find ways to reopen the compressed void and reorganize the structure of the thirty-six days. Since the four tribulations, it has been a small fight, and it has just been found recently. It is a method of large-scale implementation, but the void shock caused by it is also unbearable for the common people, so moving in and out, and transfer and resettlement are inevitable."

It was only at this moment that the purple-robed female cultivator made her position known, which also made the white-robed young man feel confused:

"This, no one knows what it was like before the seven tribulations and the four tribulations... How could I know that it was not the reason of Bajing Palace and Shangqing Sect."

Purple Dress

(This chapter is not finished, please turn the page) Xiu just smiled and stopped talking. This attitude has been very clear.

The white-robed young man's face was livid, and he felt even more "betrayed" in his heart. He finally left quickly without saying a word.

At this time, no one cared what he thought. They just stared at the purple-clothed female cultivator, secretly wondering which famous sect this disciple was? Really insightful!

The middle-aged monk who just wanted to leave came back and asked something:

"Fellow Taoist, you said just now that the true world is no longer suppressed by Yuzu's magical power. Why is this?"

The purple-clothed female cultivator said calmly: "Maybe she no longer wants to get involved in secular affairs, or she simply wants to go far away from the stars...who knows?"

The meaning in her words was far-reaching, and she naturally distanced herself from others. The middle-aged monk could not speak anymore, so he thanked her again and left.

The monks in this "small circle" also felt that their interest was waning, and they were about to arrive in the real world soon, so they all went back to sort out and make arrangements.

Beside the female cultivator in purple, the mother of her half-grown child was also preparing to take her son and leave, but she didn’t want to hear a word:

"Mrs. Wu, your Zhai'er has a special physique. Did he practice according to the secret instructions of the Shifang Zhen Palace?"

Mrs. Wu is a dignified and beautiful woman with a good family background. She is a little reserved, but she is always full of words when it comes to her children. She immediately smiled and said:

"Yes, Zhai'er has been attending lectures in the outer courtyard of Shifang Zhen Palace since he was a child. This time he came to the Zhen Realm just to let his children enter the palace... Daoist friend Jian should be a disciple of the sect and has a keen eye. We monks from the 'outside world', It’s always worse. How about my Zhai’er?”

"Is the child cultivating the 'Nine Mysterious Embryos'?"

"Exactly, look at it, fellow Taoist Jian..."

The female nun in purple did not respond immediately, but gently patted the child's face with a smile.

Zhai'er was already half a young man, and he couldn't help but blush when he was so close to a beautiful person who looked like a fairy.

Then the fairy in purple asked him a few questions in a soft voice, all of which happened to be on the key points of his practice. Some of them could be answered, and some could not. In just a few sentences As soon as he spoke, he was sweating all over.

"Jian Daoyou?"

How can a mother not care about her children? Seeing that the purple-clothed female cultivator asked so thoughtfully and asked many questions that I had never thought of, but never went beyond the scope, I couldn't help but feel a bit surprised and happy:

"Isn't Taoist Fellow the Immortal Chief of Shifang Zhen Palace?"

"No, I just have some connection with someone in the palace."

The purple-clothed female cultivator responded gently and spoke to the child again. This time she passed on a few formulas for the child to practice.

These few formulas sound simple, but they are extremely subtle. Especially for children who have practiced the Nine Dharma Fetus since childhood, they have a vague feeling that if they listen to the words of this beautiful fairy, they will definitely be able to make a difference in their practice. Not a small improvement.

He was so excited that he couldn't help but look at his mother.

Mrs. Wu herself is also very accomplished in cultivation, and she is also decisive. She knows that there are some opportunities that must not be missed, so she hurriedly said to her children:

"Why don't you thank Fairy Jian quickly..."

The child is also smart and bows after turning his head: "My dear Wu Zhai, thank you Fairy Jian."

The female cultivator in purple accepted his bow calmly: "The method I taught you is not a brilliant secret method, but it is still of some benefit to you now. It is best to go back to the cabin and practice hard while your memory is clear. Do it once, so you don’t have to go back to practice.”

"If you still don't obey, go away!"

"Mother, Fairy Jian, I will go back to my room."

The child was also nervous and hurriedly ran back while muttering the formula.

Mrs. Wu watched her son turn the corner, then turned around with a smile, intending to bow to the purple-clothed nun again to express her gratitude. However, before she could speak, she saw that the other party's smile had faded. Although her gentle tone remained unchanged, There is a solemn meaning in it:

"Mrs. Wu, I have something to say, or maybe I can just talk about it deeply... If there is no reliable and trustworthy person in the real palace of the ten directions, it's okay not to go."

With one word, Mrs. Wu was shocked on the spot.

When she reacted, her instinct was to resist and even feel offended. You must know that her family has been busy working on this matter for the past ten years, even before the child was born. I don’t know how much effort and cost it has spent. How could she be denied by a stranger who met her for the first time?

However, after all, Mrs. Wu comes from a common family background, and she still has an upbringing and bearing. Although she was annoyed, she did not say anything bad or show any color. She just calmed down her breath and responded in a relatively calm tone:

"Since Fairy Jian said this, she must have a good reason?"

Speaking of this, she remembered something again. During this time together, the purple-clothed female cultivator has been keeping her secret, but she just said such words, which shocked everyone. Could it be that she wanted to move here to establish authority?

Mrs. Wu even suspected that the female cultivator in purple had some unreasonable thoughts.

At this moment, she even wanted to call her child back, for fear that there was something wrong with those few sentences.

At this moment, someone suddenly interrupted:

"You don't mind having one more person, I also want to know what the reason is for this fellow Daoist Jian, and who he has a history with in the palace!"

Mrs. Wu looked back and saw the man who suddenly interrupted, wearing a black robe, with hair dyed like ink, dark eyes, and hard facial contours, giving people a great sense of oppression. It seemed that he heard the female nun in purple talking while passing by and was attracted to her.

More importantly, Mrs. Wu clearly felt that this person looked familiar.

After searching her memory, she felt a sudden fright in her heart:

"Zhenren Wenyang!"

Mrs. Wu remembers that this person was one of the immortal masters from the Shifang Zhen Palace who went to Taidu Yunjie to teach and teach skills. It was said that he was a leader among the rising stars in the palace.

In an instant, she was covered in cold sweat. At this time, she was thankful that she did not trust the purple-clothed female cultivator easily, nor did she show any obvious doubts about the Shifang Zhen Palace. However, if she carefully studied the words, she still felt a little bad. .

Just when he didn’t know what to do, the female cultivator in purple turned her bright eyes and glanced at Wen Yang:

"This is..."

Mrs. Wu's heart tightened again, and Wen Yang had already smiled coldly: "Wen Yang, the Shifang Zhen Palace, often walks in the palace, but he doesn't see people like Daoist Jian. Even if I have poor eyesight, since I am Having an old relationship with the people in the palace, speaking out easily, and interfering in the selection of people in the palace, does not seem to be the way to be a friend?"

Hearing this, the female cultivator in purple looked at Wen Yang carefully and laughed dumbly:

"In front of the real person, I really made a mistake. However, if you put the person in your palace who cultivates the 'Nine Mysterious True Yang Demonic Body' in front of you, I still have to say this."

Nine Mysterious True Yang Demonic Body?

Mrs. Wu is relatively unfamiliar with this method, but when she hears the name "Nine Mysteries" being associated with words like "Demon Body", she can't help but feel frightened.

Wen Yang has another feeling: "Nine Mysterious True Yang Demonic Body? Spectral light..."

"Oh, it's the spectrometer uncle."

Hearing the word "Uncle Master", Wen Yang was even more confused: "Do you recognize the Patriarch of Lighting?"

"We don't have many contacts. We had some cooperation many years ago... You probably only accepted your disciple after the Shifang Zhen Palace established the sect. Who is your master?"

It is already the tone of an elder.

Wen Yang felt that it was ridiculous, but although he had a good spirit, his temper was also one of the best in Shifang Zhen Palace, and he was very cautious:

"I am a disciple of Baitu Hall. I have no personal master, only a few masters. The Patriarch of Fenguang has also come to teach in the hall."

"Baitu Hall? I only heard before that it is the place where your palace master tests and practices new methods. Now it seems that it is very interesting. Let's talk about it in detail, where is the Night Lion?"

"...I've also talked about it."

Wen Yang feels that something is getting more and more wrong. Now he is completely led by the female cultivator in purple, and this woman is very familiar with several powerful people in the sect.

Especially calling Jiuxian Tianzun by his former name, who would do that now? Who dares to do this?

When I was frowning and thinking,

(This chapter is not finished, please turn the page) Suddenly a chill swept through the void, and the tight protection of the cross-border flying boat seemed to be nothing, and the chill penetrated. Mrs. Wu, who was the closest, almost thought that her clothes were being taken off. She couldn't help but shudder and shivered. She only heard someone sneer in her ear:

"It turns out to be Ziyu...junior sister."

What?

Mrs. Wu was startled. She was also a knowledgeable person. She immediately knew that this was someone with great supernatural powers who forcibly broke through the protection of the cross-border flying boat and sent a message through the air. How powerful could such a person be? !

It was difficult for her to cope with the pain of her armpits and elbows, and this level of pressure, and her brain turned into mush for a while.

Even Wen Yang, who was astonishingly imposing before, also stood solemnly, clearly as if he was meeting an elder.

On the other hand, the female cultivator in purple was still calm and composed, and said with a slight smile:

"Uncle Spectrographer's Nine Demonic Eyes have reached the state of great achievement, almost possessing the power of the God Lord's 'True Name Sensing'. Based on this, one can directly see the changes in heaven and man, and understand the present and ancient times. This is supreme. Great road. Why start anew and follow the evil path of the so-called 'True Yang Demonic Body'?"

It was only then that Mrs. Wu realized that the man with great supernatural powers who suddenly entered the scene was the "Founder of Light Spectroscopy" in Wen Yang's words.

Since she wants her child to worship in the Shifang Zhen Palace, Mrs. Wu naturally needs to get to know the big shots in the palace. I know that this Patriarch of Light Spectroscopy is a veteran Great Tribulation Master. Even in the Shifang Zhen Palace where there are many powerful people, his status is quite high. He also has a weird temper and is difficult to deal with.

Now that he has been cursed for no reason, how can the child have a future in Shifang Zhen Palace?

When I was in a trance, I heard the Patriarch of Fenguang say:

"When we left, the Demon Sect was still standing in the north. Although there were thousands of sects and sects, it was still prosperous. But now the Jiuxuan Demon Sect no longer exists. Half of the sects of the Demon Sect have gone to other worlds, and the other half have gathered together. Under the command of Shifang Zhengong, Junior Sister Ziyu... you have a good master!”

Master?

Mrs. Wu and Wen Yang are both wondering about the meaning.

They also discovered that the names of Patriarch Diguang and the female cultivator in purple were very strange. One was called Master Uncle and the other was called Junior Sister. The generations were all mixed up.

But the more this happens, the more it reflects the close relationship between them.

I heard Patriarch Diguang say with a smile: "Now that I'm here, I'll keep the guests for the palace master, please junior sister, please come with me."

As the words continued, the void twisted, clearly trying to separate the female cultivator from the others.

If it were normal, it would be fine, but when the cross-border spaceship is resisting the impact of the tidal wave of void energy, doing so is simply making fun of the tens of thousands of lives in the spaceship.

I heard the creaking of the flying boat, and the tremors that had just stabilized started again, even with a greater amplitude, causing panic on the boat.

The purple-clothed female cultivator shook her head slightly. There was bright light and sharp energy outside her body, and the twisted void tore apart and then calmed down.

"Since I have not been in the real world for many years, Ziyu should greet my master by myself, and there is no need for my uncle to specially come to invite me."

As she spoke, she smiled slightly and stood up leisurely. There was a beauty mark under her lip, which was extremely charming, and there was no trace of the heroic spirit that cut through the void.

"Meeting an old friend is not a happy thing, nothing can change people's hearts more than this."

She turned to Mrs. Wu and said apologetically: "If I say a few more words, it will cause you more trouble. I feel uneasy..."

"Junior sister Ziyu, why do you need to run against me? I still have to give you this little face."

"Thank you very much."

In the void, Patriarch Diguang sneered and said to Madam Wu: "Since Junior Sister Ziyu has spoken, it's your child who has no chance with me. You don't need to go to Shifang Zhen Palace. Just go back. Wen Yang..."

Wen Yang, who has been silent since Fenguang Hengkong intervened, responded:

"The disciple is here."

"It's up to you to receive Junior Sister Ziyu and invite her to Shifang Zhen Palace as a guest. I think the sect master will also be very pleased."

Wen Yang immediately knew that this was tantamount to surveillance and was by no means a good job. However, for disciples like him from the "Baitu Hall", even if they had reached the realm of real people, they would not be able to compete with the lineage of "demons" like the Patriarch of Light. In the eyes of the strong, he is still not very popular.

He is used to it too.

Now he has straightened out his thinking:

The sect leader did accept a few disciples, and Wen Yang knew them, but he had no impression of this one. So, that was before...

After all, it was seven calamities ago. Wen Yang only had the slightest impression when he was listening to the teacher's lecture. It seemed that the sect leader had only one disciple before, but for some reason, the master and the disciple turned against each other and never interacted with each other until death. , I don’t know whether to live or die.

It turns out to be this person!

The surname is Jian, the first name is Ziyu... Jian Ziyu?

He shifted his gaze and bowed to Jian Ziyu. According to the title of Patriarch of Spectral Light, he was also called the Patriarch:

"Master Jian, disciple Wen Yang, in the next two days..."

"Do you drink?"

"Well, sometimes disciples..."

"That's not as refreshing as the spectrometer uncle."

Jian Ziyu smiled brightly and looked up into the void above her head. In everyone's ears, there was an inexplicable sound of a sword chant.

However, what is truly dazzling is the sudden appearance of a big star, shining in the void above. The shell of the real world energy below, which was like a silver cocoon, was struck by an invisible sword, and the clouds suddenly opened, breaking through a chasm in the sky.

At the end of the chasm, a ray of light also shot up, and its energy was vaguely like that of the Patriarch of Light Spectroscopy.

Mrs. Wu looked over, but she saw a blur over there, and it shone on her face, almost out of her body, her heart beat violently, her whole body softened, and there was only one thought left in her mind:

Zhaier...

Then the personnel was unknown.

When Mrs. Wu woke up again, she found that she had returned to the room, and the child she was most worried about was right next to her, sleeping soundly, nothing strange.

But this situation is the weirdest one.

Mrs. Wu unconsciously thought of the strange bright light that had just been used to illuminate the Patriarch, and her heart was still palpitating.

At this time, from the bottom of her heart, she would never let her flesh and blood go to the Shifang Zhen Palace no matter what.

Mrs. Wu was also decisive. She immediately contacted her own guard through the communication box in the room, and then asked the flying boat manager who was the nearest returning flying boat.

She will immediately return to Taidu Cloud Realm with her child.

After contacting the transfer matter, Mrs. Wu's heart was still heavy. At this time, it was difficult to wake up the child and explain to him. She was confused and uncomfortable for a while.

But at this time, there was a knock on the door.

Mrs. Wu’s heart tightened again, and her breathing stopped until the voice of the guard leader sounded outside the door:

"Madam, do you have any instructions?"

Only then did Mrs. Wu know how to breathe. She knew that the few guards she had brought were like ants under the hands of people like the Patriarch of Spectrum, but she could still get some psychological comfort. She immediately woke up Wu Zhai, regardless of the child. He was so confused that he dragged him out of the door.

When I opened the door, I saw the guard looking sideways and wary.

Looking along the guard's line of sight, it was Wen Yang's cold and hard face.

Mrs. Wu's chest suddenly felt tight, and the chill on her back rushed to the top of her head, and then settled down. At this time, her entire face was stiff, and she had no idea what expression or attitude to use to face this Shifang Zhen. The real strong man in the palace.

"Zhenren Wen..."

"Come with me."

"Real person!"

Mrs. Wu's body was weak. Even though she had a strong cultivation level, she was suppressed and disappeared under Wen Yang's cold eyes. For a while, she only knew how to protect the child behind her.

The leader of the guard, who still didn’t know what was going on, wanted to show his loyalty to the Lord, but after receiving a faint glance from Wen Yang, he froze there

At this moment, Wu Zhai behind him said in shock:

"This Immortal, you are injured."

It was only then that Mrs. Wu saw that black and red blood was seeping out from the sleeves of Wen Yang's broad robe, falling on the deck, making a clanging sound, as if it was heavy mercury.

Wen Yang didn't react at all, just stared at her coldly:

"If you want to live, come with me."

(End of this chapter)

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