These players are more cunning than cunning

Chapter 313 The sun and moon in the murals, the starry sky in ancient mythology!

Jiao Wuyu frowned.

Has the Nine-Spiced Saint of the current dynasty noticed them?
However, this is normal.

The incident in Xinyizhou caused such a big stir that the imperial court must have known about it.

In terms of status, [Ghost King] corresponds to [Human King] and is the natural ruler of a race.

Of course, she didn't dare to compare herself with a saint, because there was no way to compare.

"What do you think?" Jiao Wuyu asked.

Xu Huan was silent for a moment, "Let's go and have a look. After all, he was the person I admired the most. In a sense, he did what I had always wanted 280,000 years ago."

pity.

Today, Xu Huan no longer lives "280,000 years ago", but lives in the distant present.

After entering this society, he who once wanted to save the whole world found that he could not even save himself.

Now the years have worn away his edges.

But those days were still his most longed dreams in his youth.

Twenty-eight thousand years ago, he wanted to talk to the saint of his youth in the next continent and discuss the harmonious coexistence of new humans and old humans. Now he will talk to the saint of his twilight years who is about to die.
Isn’t this a different kind of destiny?

The old eunuch smiled gently and said, "Everyone, please."

"Okay." Xu Huan smiled gently.

The Sword Fairy was led by Jian Xin and followed the crowd in front of them towards the palace:

"Wow, the background worldview of this world is so vast. This time I will go back and brag to the blacksmiths again."

Of course there are eunuchs in this world.

And there are quite a few.

Men who are in the realm of five bodies should cultivate the sixth body more.

When women are in the four organ realm, they should focus on cultivating the fifth organ.

If one has not cultivated to that level, the perfect physical body will be imperfect.

This part of your limbs will not be regenerated.

We are mortal beings, and if we are injured in battle, we will be gone instantly.

Eunuchs, as a professional group, came into being.

Some are independent masters from the folks. When they were young, they did not understand and practiced on their own, leaving behind the regret of not being tempered.

After that, he would become famous among the independent cultivators in the Four Organs Realm and Three Origin Realm, and be recruited by the imperial court, where he would naturally be able to serve as a eunuch.

Some young men do it voluntarily and choose to become eunuchs when they are young.

After all, the benefits of recruiting servants in this regard are very good, and many monks with not very high qualifications will make this choice, focusing on having no women in their hearts and being a natural god with a sword.

There is a great demand for eunuchs.

Not only the imperial palace, but also some royal palaces, and even the back houses of the heads of holy lands and the leaders of major sects, are all filled with eunuchs who have not cultivated to the sixth level.

Responsible for managing your own mansion and protecting the safety of your family.

after all.

Everyone is afraid that they will fight to the death in the secret realm, and their own guard monks will cuckold them in the backyard.
Compared to modern Earth, these eunuchs are safer.

Because he really can't grow up.

There will definitely not be a fake eunuch like Wei Xiaobao.

Fairy Sword had known about this before. She had seen similar eunuchs in Xinyi Palace, but she was still very surprised.

"This one is probably also a great master, at least he is in the state of one mind, right? Isn't this going to play tricks on the government and the eunuchs?"

She uses words randomly in her mind,
"This is a dazzling idol!!"

"I heard that Linmen's eyes are blurry, so he plans to climb to the top step by step and become the highest Zhao Gao. Bah, he has high eyes!"

Fairy Sword was shocked: "He was born to be suitable for this line of work. No, it's the little blacksmith in our villa who is a natural eunuch!"

I have to say, this world is fair.

Some people lose something in their bodies and gain some opportunities!
At the same time, it is worthy of being called Green Hat Villa, the system is very sound.

No wonder so many bigwigs choose to supervise things, because this is full of pure love.

etc.
Speaking of supervision
The Sword Fairy thought of the old manager of the Sword Forging Villa.

She seemed to understand something.

Could it be that this person is also
While she was daydreaming, she had already entered the palace.

Soon, under the guidance of the old eunuch, they returned to the palace gate.

Inside is the [History Book of Time].

A wall of sighs from the long river of time, with ancient sacred paintings of saints inlaid on the wall.

This time, the Sword Fairy was much more relaxed. She looked up at the magnificent pure white plaque on the towering palace:

【Between Scarlet and Scarlet】

The Sword Fairy didn't know what these three words meant.

It was just like the first time I saw the [Scale Gate], I had no idea what it meant.

Maybe it’s also the name of a tombstone in a historical corridor?
As you enter the palace, the ancient figures painted on the walls on both sides carry a pressure as vast as the sky.

Wow!
The pressure, far more powerful than before, came like a tidal wave!

It was as if the saint had deliberately suppressed this aura in order to allow those weak non-combat professionals to have an audience with him.

What you see before you is the normal form of these auras.

“这！！？”

Fine and dense bumps suddenly appeared on the skin of Xu Huan and others, and an extremely strong sense of threat surged wildly from their spines.

It seemed to come from the deepest fear of mankind.

This fear comes from deep in their genes.

Their ancestors from hundreds of thousands or millions of years ago looked at these terrifying and majestic figures in the sky, the ancient suns and moons, and felt instinctive fear.

The bloodline is passed down from generation to generation, and in human history, the fear of the power of nature and the reverence for the sun and the moon in the sky have gradually formed the deepest fear buried in the bones.

Today, this greatest fear from ancient humans has been passed down from generation to generation along with the bloodline of human evolution history, allowing their fear of this "figure on the wall" to spread to their descendants.

In an instant, an idea suddenly popped up in the Sword Fairy's mind.

——The oldest and strongest fear of mankind is the fear of the sun and the moon that comes from deep in the blood.

This history book is a wall of sighs and an ancient star map!

Each of the murals above actually depicts the sun, moon, stars and rivers in the brilliant ancient sky, recording the vast and sacred starry sky of that era.

"good."

The sound echoed in front of the painted wall, giving people an ethereal feeling.

The saint was not sitting on the throne. The figure was standing on the wall of the palace with his back to them, looking inside.

"These are the murals of history, and when you look at them you're going to evoke humanity's deepest fears."

"They are the pinnacle of history. All of your ancestors lived in their shadows, just like everyone in the world today."

“All have seen the sun and the moon, and all are in awe of them.”

He turned around, and although he didn't use his eyes, everyone suddenly felt a gentle and pure gaze falling on Xu Huan and others:
"The awakening of the ghost." He sighed softly, very gently.

"I don't know if I can awaken like you after I die."

“Awakening is never about state of mind, but about whether a person knows that I am myself.”

His eyes fell on everyone, and even noticed the flower in the hairpin on Jiao Wuyu's head.

At this moment, he seemed not to be a saint, but a kind old man, and the ocean of death had gradually sunk into his knees.

"I wonder if there were friends who would risk their lives to pull me out of the ocean of death, out of this turbid world, and back into the world of the living."

He seemed to be mocking himself, as if he could see at a glance why Jiao Wuyu and Xu Huan had awakened.

They are sinking in the turbid world of death, and only with someone's help can they live out a second life.

"Saint!" Jiao Wuyu's pupils shrank instantly, and his heart beat wildly uncontrollably.

This is the most terrifying existence that dominates this era.

"You are the 73rd batch."

The saint had delicate skin and slender fingers, like a frail scholar who had never done any physical work.

A pair of pure white, lifeless, blind eyes are particularly eye-catching.

He seemed gentle in his calmness, giving people a strong sense of affinity, making people look at him involuntarily, as if thousands of lights were shining on him, making him the brightest figure in the world.

"What did you ask us to do?" Jiao Wuyu's voice was a little hoarse.

The saint replied: "Don't worry, you are all outstanding talents of this generation, belonging to the category of gui."

"This world is destined to be turbulent. I am only giving you a chance, an opportunity."

Seeing that this current saint really showed no signs of taking action, Li Youzhu breathed a sigh of relief.

He thought that the birth of King Gui would have great significance in this turbulent era, and it is not impossible that heroes are made by the times.

But the saint's personal reception gave him a guess in his mind.

"You know you will die in the future, so you are preparing for everything in the future?"

For unknown reasons, Li Youzhu was suddenly able to speak.

He was clearly a three-flowered flower that couldn't speak or move before.

The three flowers could speak human language, which was obviously the power of the saint.

"This is destined." The saint smiled faintly, looked at Li Youzhu meaningfully, and said, "People will die when they are alive."

Li Youzhu already knew what this person wanted to do.

They are the 73rd batch.

That is to say, there were young talents and outstanding people who had been received by the saint.

The saints do not just place their hopes on the teams that shape the sun and the moon.

He also summoned geniuses in batches and placed his hopes on these fighting young men.

These are the seeds of hope.

Even if it is a group of awakened ghosts like them, this guy doesn't care with his broad mind.

At the very least, these weird things exist in this era.

The saint was afraid that after he fell, those ancient beings would be ready to fight for supremacy.

The entire world cannot fall into the hands of the existence in the ancient tomb.

With every dynasty change, these ancient monsters and demons emerge like a tide, trying to fight for the right to succeed the living dynasty.

"Why choose us?" Li Youzhu said.

The saint's voice was ethereal: "I have chosen countless people over the years, and you are just one of them. Everyone has one chance, and what you get depends on the individual."

The saint said softly: "Next, you will be able to choose to enter [Between Heaven], [Between Dragons], and [Between Scales]."

He turned his head and looked at the historical murals.

Xu Huan and others were in a state of confusion.

This is to allow them to enter the [Book of Years].

Inside every mural here is a truly ancient forbidden imperial tomb!

It is completely on a different level from other tombs and ancient secret realms.

That is the highest tomb.

There is a record of lost history, the history book of the common people.

There live the ancient saints of the old days, the sun and moon of the old world, and the most mysterious treasures in the world.

There is the imperial mausoleum they built for themselves during their lifetime!

Inside are the thousands of races, mountains, rivers, and endless cities that they buried with them.
"The older the emperors of all dynasties got, the more they feared death."

"When they were alive, they gathered the best talents in the world and tried to make the elixir of immortality. They also built imperial tombs for themselves on a large scale, hoping that they could live out a second life and turn into ashes, but most of the saints failed."

He said calmly: "Some of them succeeded in becoming the old saint's ashes in the tomb, and some died completely and didn't even turn into a ghost."

"Although their bodies did not resurrect after death, their tombs still contain many dynasty generals and gods of war who guarded the tombs."

“To this day, we have not yet unearthed a coffin or a completely dead body of an ancient saint.”

His gentle voice gradually became majestic, carrying the vicissitudes of ancient times.
"I don't need you to dig up the bodies of saints. What opportunities you get depends on your luck."

He suppressed the tomb and could not enter it personally.

Every mural is so grand!
Even Qin Shi Huang built a large number of mechanisms and various means for his own imperial mausoleum to prevent tomb robbers, let alone the pinnacle of these ancient dynasties?

They all hope to live a second life, and the tomb is the ship of resurrection that carries them to the distant future. It can be seen how much terrible effort has been poured into it, and how various mechanisms are used to prevent tomb robbers in future generations.

These tombs represent a splendid civilization of a period!

Of course, the strong ones in their Jiusui Dynasty did not dare to enter in person.

Only the Dharma image dares to enter. Although it can guarantee immortality, the combat effectiveness is greatly reduced, and it is no match for the armies and strong men in the tomb.

Can enter the body.
There is a great risk of death.

"We need to prepare."

Xu Huan couldn't help but speak.

These painted walls are so vast and magnificent.

Compared with the [History Books on the Walls of Xinyizhou City], the [History Books on the Murals of the Imperial City] here are the ones that span the entire history.

"No need to prepare. As long as the Dharma image is not dead, the main body cannot be harmed. However, you only have one chance."

He raised his hand, and his fingertips lit up with tiny, bright golden lights.

As the faint light bloomed, the people in front of him were thrown into the painted wall one after another.

"Xu Huan, do you know?"

The saint suddenly spoke.

?
Xu Huan suddenly turned his head.

Everyone was stunned, and before being sucked into the painted wall, they suddenly heard the last sound.

He smiled slightly and looked at Xu Huan: "There is no difference between new and old humans. We are all human beings, just different races."

“The real distinction is between the old and new humans.”

(End of this chapter)