So What If You’ve Been Reborn? Chapter 22: Speaking ancient
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The empty valley and the forest, deep mountains and birds singing.
Chen He squatted on the ground, using a slightly sharp stone as a tool, began to dig the hole earnestly.
He didn’t use any spiritual power or tricks, so he dug down a layer of the soil where the phoenix tail bamboo was originally located, then broke off a large number of bamboo leaves and branches and threw them into the pit, preparing to cover up with the ashes from the bonfire. .
“Fire…”
Chen He held back the weather for a long time, but the fire in the stone sleeping in the dantian was still motionless.
“This guy, what’s the use of it!” Chen He thought angrily.
In the wilderness, he hasn’t made fire, and he hasn’t learned magic powers. Where can he find fire?
Chen He grew up to seventeen years old, and he can only say that he has three days of memory. He secretly regrets that his brother has raised his own food and opened his mouth to stretch out his hand. He has not even eaten food that has been cold and hard, let alone making a fire. Up.
The secret method of empowerment is not omnipotent, because the secret method of empowerment is not responsible for imparting experience. Many people know how to make a fire, but when they first tried it in the wild, they were choked to death by smoke.
“Why didn’t the brother expect to teach me a flame palm or something?” Chen He muttered.
It is said that there are many thaumaturgy in the Western Buddhist Tantric Buddhism, and the flame knife and Sun Palm sounded majestic. I don’t know the practicality of fighting, but at least it can ignite.
“The seal is so dead that it can’t be used at all?” Chen He reluctantly tried again.
The sleeping stone fire probably felt the master’s anxious mood, and moved slightly,
“Chih.”
A flame rose from Chen He’s fingertips and lit the bamboo leaves.
The flame immediately rose a few feet high and burned in the dirt pit-the benefits of the samaya real fire, just click on it, no need to toss, even the moist wood can burn. Of course, in order to prevent the black smoke from attracting attention, what Chen He folded down were dried bamboo leaves and relatively thin branches.
Seeing that the burning was exhausted, and the fire tended to spread, Chen He waved decisively.
The flame was immediately pulled over like a lotus root silk, and returned to the dantian with the flow of spiritual power. In Chen He’s eyes, the fire in the stone shrunk into a very small ball was like a lazy snoring and appeared. A bubble followed and sucked it back.
The temperature in the pit dropped immediately.
Pile of ashes covered the pit, Chen He clapped his hands with satisfaction, allowing the ashes to spread naturally.
Following him, he stepped heavily and pushed the bamboo forest to both sides, posing as a mortal trekking through the mountains, wading through the creek to leave the water source at night, and returning to the stream during the day.
The foot prints of wild animals are scattered around the mountain stream at the end of the bamboo forest.
Chen He was so busy for an hour, only then was he satisfied that he crossed the mountain stream, jumped down the deep valley, walked across the sea of bamboo in the wind, and ran to a cliff in the distance.
After confirming that he did not leave any traces, Chen He carefully lifted the fallen vine and went into a slightly narrow cave. The black python that had previously inhabited inside shrank in the corner and raised his head alertly when he heard the sound. It was Chen Hehou that it shook subconsciously, and continued to bury its head in the circle of its body as if it did not exist.
Shi Feng sits in the air without touching the ground, with his hands on his knees.
The right leg did not sit cross-legged, but overlaid on the left foot, and then naturally hung down. The outer robe was red like blood, and the air flow around him was confined to Shi Feng’s radius. Chen He couldn’t stand outside the circle. Feel the slightest fluctuation in spiritual power.
The true essence of the fire in the wood is like a flame burning beside Shi Feng.
Long hair is scattered, and from time to time, due to the slight agitation of the true essence, it flutters backwards, revealing the tips of Shi Feng’s ears, temples and eyebrows.
Chen He stared closely at Shi Feng’s left forehead, where there were three tiny red moles-Shi Feng had been covering up with his hair before, which he had never seen.
Involuntarily reaching out to touch his eyebrows, Chen Hedi became suspicious of his record for the first time.
Brother Zuo also has a mole, why didn’t I mention it? Never found out?
Why do brothers have them? Are they blood relatives?
What happened to the Chen family in Yunzhou is not true. He doesn’t have a cousin who looks like a madman, nor a second aunt who murders him for his fortune, let alone a relative who doesn’t care about him. The brother is his blood relative, the memories in Yuqiu are all fake!
Chen He’s hand hanging on his side tightened and released. Finally, he lowered his head and walked to the entrance of the cave, looking out from the gap between the dense vines. The sky was rising and the clouds dispersed.
He picked up the jade ball with his fingers, and then solemnly stuffed it into his arms.
——He is no longer a three-year-old child, knowing that world affairs are not wishful thinking, he can become like that.
Senior brother will not lie to him.
The mole is just a coincidence, he is just the lost and undesired fool of the Chen family.
Chen He spent another long night. He was in the Red Wind Desert the night before, and he was nervously guarding his brother in the early morning. I wonder if the blinding method he arranged for a long time last night is effective. The group of private salt dealers let him know that lying must be perfect. No matter how well he speaks, no carefully prepared details are effective.
Snow Mountain God Master, Liang Qianshan.
Chen He poured his fingertips with spiritual power and wrote handwriting on a hollow bamboo.
At the beginning, I was crooked and slanted because of my unskilledness. After I found out the strength, the words became symmetrical, and the brushwork was smooth, and even the unsatisfactory that came to my face was revealed.
Then Chen He wrote three words, “Gathering School”.
After hesitating for a long time, in the end Chen He still didn’t write the Beixuan Secret Treasure—he had to consider the possibility of things falling into the hands of others. The bamboo tube was not a blue jade ball refined by the senior, and he could distinguish the spirit power.
Tanzhi wrote the Beixuan school inside the bamboo tube, and drew a graffiti of meat buns as a reminder.
Just as Chen He was thinking about how to leave more hints cryptically, his breath changed behind him, the gray and white true essence gathered up, and his long hair slowly fell on his shoulders.
Chen He hurriedly stuffed the bamboo tube into his sleeve. After thinking about it, he felt unsafe. Then he pulled it out again □ the side of the belt and covered the sleeve again. It was not too obvious.
Opening his eyes, stepping on the ground with his right foot, the whole cave was slightly shaken, Shi Feng has already recovered, and he saw the appearance of his junior panic hiding things at a glance.
There is dew on the hair, and the shoes are stained with soil and bamboo leaves. It must have been sneaking out to hide.
Shi Feng smiled unconsciously, and stretched out his hand, and the bamboo tube that Chen He had hidden flew automatically.
“Ah!” Chen He stood still annoyed.
Finger stroking the handwriting marks on the bamboo tube, Shi Feng’s smile disappeared. He looked up at Chen He and found that his junior dodge his eyes pretending to be nothing. Shi Feng suddenly felt unspeakable suffocation.
His younger brother, trying so hard just to remember what happened. Even mortals can easily do it, but it is a luxury to Chen He.
Instructing Chen He to come to him, Shi Feng took out an unused blue jade ball from the mustard seed magic weapon.
Chen He’s eyes lit up.
“I didn’t want you to remember these disturbing things.” Shi Feng touched Chen He’s hair, and when he glanced at Liang Qianshan’s name, his eyes were full of indifference, “Originally waiting for us to return to the Black Abyss Valley. , The matter has nothing to do with us anymore.”
“Originally?” Chen He looked up sharply, a little at a loss because he guessed the hint, “Brother mean, we can’t go back?”
“Yes.”
Chen He racked his brains and quickly came up with the answer: “Because of the Beixuan Secret Treasure?”
“Not bad.”
Shi Feng didn’t say anything for many years. When facing Liang Qianshan, he was full of ridicule, but he didn’t feel that much. Now he wants to explain the complicated origin of the Northern Xuan Secret Treasure to his junior, but he hesitated.
“Senior brother, wait.” Chen He won the jade ball and began to play around.
Since he didn’t know when he could go back, Shi Feng didn’t want to see the ridiculous appearance of Chen He’s wrist and neck covered with jade balls. He quickly stopped his junior and taught Chen He how to control the use of jade balls.
Taking this opportunity, Shi Feng also figured out the wording, just because he didn’t want to talk about his past, so he planned to pass it along.
“The Northern Xuan Sect was extremely prosperous. Thousands of years ago, it was the largest sect in the world, but after suffering, it has repeatedly declined. Now only you and me are left.”
Chen He blinked after hearing this, but Shi Feng was the only one who did not ask what happened to the Beixuan School.
“In ancient times, the division between demonic cultivators and orthodox cultivators was not clear. In the same school, there were monsters, ghost cultivators, and the most honest alchemists.
Eight thousand years ago, the mortal dynasty changed. The new kingdom and the old dynasty fought endlessly. The children from outside the family joined the two sides, and finally the entire world of cultivation was involved. The two camps each promoted the Northern Xuan Sect and the Southern Hezong as their leaders. After years of war, many practitioners died, and countless small sects broke their inheritance.
Their relics were all taken over by the heads of the two parties. In the end, the new dynasty supported by the Beixuan faction was triumphed, and the Nanhezong was destroyed. This war and the calamity of the cultivation world brought many masterless spiritual tools to the Beixuanpa Pill, this is the rumored Beixuan Secret Treasure! “
Chen He suddenly shuddered.
Things are worse than he thought. The name is Beixuan Secret Treasure. In fact, this treasure does not belong to the Beixuan Sect. According to the practice of the cultivation world, after the death of the cultivation practitioner, the relics can be handed over to friends for generations to pass on.
Chen He has the common sense of initiation secrets. He knows the catastrophe that engulfed the world, the realm of cultivation, and heaven eight thousand years ago. There is no one in ten in the world. The Northern Profound School has mastered so many good things, it’s only strange not to be coveted!
“It’s not easy to find inheritance. People are close and distant, and there are differences in qualifications. The Beixuan school must first work for the close sect, and it will not be finished for thousands of years.
What’s more, there are some sect inheritances that once killed the people of Beixuanmen, and they also fell into the hands of the Beixuan faction from the Nanhezong. I want to know that the Beixuan faction will not seek such inheritance at all.
The problem lies here. Those who can kill the Beixuanmen and the spiritual treasures are not bad. With conclusive evidence, more suspicion will be drawn-people claim to be the disciples of the dead cultivators. Or descendants of blood, come to ask for spiritual pill, magic weapon, and Xinjue technique. Even those who have obtained the inheritance from the Beixuan Sect have turned through the ancient books and mumbled that they had obtained incomplete things and destroyed some magic weapons in the war. The statement will be doubtful. “
Shi Feng took a deep breath and looked coldly.
The Northern Profound Sect is powerful, and people hide grievances and doubts in their hearts and pass them on from generation to generation. When this ancient sect is weak, the entire cultivation world will burst out.
“Three thousand years ago, Moxiu, together with the six major sects and many casual cultivators, captured the Beixuan faction and turned over everything. Finally, with the life of the disciple of the sect, Lin Qingshang, the head teacher at the time, was forced to tell. The whereabouts of Beixuan’s secret treasure, and snatched the catalogues and books passed down by the heads of the past generations, and burned the entire house of the Zongmen Palace because of suspected secret roads, turning the Beixuan faction’s resident into rubble.
Although there was no wanton killing except for the magic repair, Lin Qingshang died a year later because of grief and anger, coupled with serious injuries. His disciples can only carry the coffin, away from the Central Plains, to Daxue Mountain. “
“Big Snow Mountain?” Chen He thought he had heard it wrong.
“Yes, there was no view of the universe at that time. Daxueshan once belonged to the homeless Beixuan school.”
Chen He clenched his fists and asked in a low voice: “Did those **** get the Northern Profound Treasure?”
“I don’t know.”
Shi Feng looked into the distance and said leisurely, “There are many stories about this matter. Lin Qingshang said that the secret treasure has been buried for many years. After the last master who knew the secret soared, the location was lost. He Curse and swear, if this statement is half false, let him fly away and die, without a place to bury his body, and then everyone will retreat. In the world of cultivation, some people say that the six major sects have obtained secret treasures. It’s just that the wind is released to fool everyone, and it is said that the treasure is the magic repair, and even some people suspect that Lin Qingshang is not dead, rushing to the Snow Mountain to dig a grave and open a coffin…”
The cave is quiet, with only the sound of wind blowing vines.
“In the end, no one knows the whereabouts of the treasure. From now on, every few hundred years, there will be news of the North Xuan Secret Treasure, and countless souls will be recreated.”
Chen He hesitated for a while, and still asked in a low voice: “Brother, what if it’s true this time?”
Shi Feng looked down at him: “I don’t want to take this risk, you are more important than the Northern Xuan Secret Treasure.”