I cross the cold pond

one more

The whistling black mist surged up from the cracks in the pole with piercing ghost words and arrogant laughter.

Xu Ziru's mind moved faster than his body, and he immediately got up and rushed forward. He was holding a piece of Kunlun mirror in his hand, and he rushed forward. The black mist rolled over, and countless ghost hands tore his body.

In the almost torn apart pain, Xu Ziru suddenly felt the warmth of warm water washing his whole body.

His mind was a little sleepy, and in the blink of an eye, he was torn and dragged into the crack of the pole by the group of ghost hands.

The gap was only about the width of an arm, and Xu Ziru, a grown man whose bones were almost broken, was dragged in.

When Xu Ziru woke up, his vision was pitch black.

He gritted his teeth and struggled to get up, his fingers touched countless things that looked like human bones, he took a breath, and hurriedly threw away his hand.

He could hear the rustling sound like snakes and insects crawling by his ears, the back of Xu Ziru's head felt a chill, and a layer of goosebumps came out from his back.

His throat was itchy, and he coughed slightly.

Because his body still felt sore from being torn and squeezed, he grinned his teeth for a long moment before standing up tremblingly from the ground.

"Master?" He tried to speak out.

The sound was not loud, but it floated faintly into the distance, and it reverberated like an echo in the empty valley.

Xu Ziru closed his mouth, thinking to himself—is there nothing special in this pole?

It's just darker and there's no one there.

He stretched his back, stretched his sore muscles and bones for a moment, and began to try to find the direction.

After groping for a while, his hand touched a wall, and his chest began to feel slightly hot.

Xu Ziru touched the wall with one hand, and his fingers could feel many concave and protruding marks on the wall, densely packed like calligraphy and painting.

Xu Ziru touched his chest with the other hand, and after a pause, he reached out and took out his clothes.

He took out another fruit and stuffed it into his mouth. After biting his teeth, he stretched his hand into the skirt of his clothes again.

He took out a piece of the Kunlun Mirror that was emitting a faint white light from his clothes.

Holding the fruit in his mouth, he hummed vaguely: "So you're getting hot."

He looked at the wall with the faint white light emitted by the Kunlun Mirror.

Seeing many simple murals engraved on the wall, Xu Ziru frowned slightly.

With the weak light, I gnawed on the fruit while watching what stories were painted on the murals.

It starts with a little black man who splits the world with an axe.

Xu Ziru looked at it and nodded: "Pangu created the world, I understand."

he said.

Originally, the world was in chaos, but someone split the chaos with an axe. From then on, the sky became the sky, and the earth became the earth.

Many chaotic creatures were born in the chaos, they were covered in pitch black, and the ground they walked was filled with swamp-like sticky black air.

Xu Ziru nodded while continuing to move behind the wall.

Later, some of the chaotic creatures faded from their bodies, and the people who faded from the blackness flew to the sky above the clouds, built a beautiful palace in the sky, and began the fairy days of singing and dancing.

Xu Ziru couldn't help feeling funny while watching.

The group of chaotic objects left on the ground began to climb to the sky layer by layer.

The gods in the sky couldn't take it anymore, raised their weapons and began to beat the group of chaotic creatures.

Xu Ziru clicked his lips, and commented very energetically: "It's the same root, so why is it too urgent?"

The gods beat the chaotic object from the ground to the dark chaotic place underground.

The gods returned to heaven to live their happy life.

The ground became barren and overgrown with weeds.

Next to the water is a woman with a human body and a snake tail. She stirs the lake water, mixes the mud, and shakes off the mud, and the mud becomes a human being.

Xu Ziru continued to gnaw on the fruit and commented: "Oh, Nuwa created humans.

We are made of mud, not a species like yours. "

Going further, people like mud dots began to live and work in peace and contentment on the ground, and gave birth to children.

Building houses on the ground is also a thriving scene.

In the next picture, the chaotic objects from the ground climbed up again. Wherever they went, there was only blackness, and all creatures would die.

They climbed up from the ground, and began to climb up to the sky layer by layer.

Ni Dianzi on the ground picked up knives, forks and sticks in an attempt to drive away the chaos.

Chaos creatures are considered to be of the same root as the gods in the sky, so how could a muddy idea be able to beat them.

The world has become a mess again.

Xu Ziru continued her hot comment: "Little tadpoles are looking for relatives, they cannot do without their brothers and sisters."

Until they pierced the sky, and the world began to suffer from famines and floods.

Xu Ziru cheered up and felt that he was almost at the part of Nuwa Stone.

Sure enough, the next plot was that Nuwa, who had a snake-tailed body, led people to drive away the chaotic objects. The chaotic objects boiled underground, and the ground began to collapse inch by inch.

A tear flowed from the corner of Nuwa's eyes, and this picture was also given a close-up.

Seeing this, Xu Ziru let out a muffled laugh.

Then she took out four long pillars, two long pillars supported the sky, and two long pillars fixed the ground.

Xu Ziru touched his chin.

Nuwa returned to the sky with a group of gods, and she blocked the hole in the sky with tears in her eyes.

Xu Ziru was wondering, when he saw the shape of a lock suddenly drawn on the hole in the sky.

He couldn't hold back a chuckle, and said to himself: "Is this the meaning that people in the sky can no longer go up and down the world at will?"

Turning to the next picture, inside the pillar fixed to the ground, a colorful stone is shining quietly.

And the chaotic things in the ground are far away from this stone.

Feel free to touch the painting of stone.

"Nuwa stone?" he said to himself.

After reading a fairy tale, Xu Ziru is still a little confused.

He took a step forward silently, and saw a smaller, half-person-sized square dug out of the wall, inside which was placed a transparent glazed tray, the tray was empty.

Xu Ziru frowned, he stretched out his hand to touch the glazed tray, and then withdrew his hand abruptly as if being burned.

He reached out and patted his chest, thought for a while, and put the fruit core that he had eaten in his mouth directly on the glass tray.

There was a faint light on the glazed tray for a while, then it went out again, and the fruit core disappeared when I looked at it again.

"Is this the place where the Nuwa stone was originally placed?" Xu Ziru thought to himself, "Then where did Master go with the Nuwa stone?"

Xu Ziru was puzzled, and walked forward holding the fragment of the Kunlun mirror while touching his chin.

He walked through a wall that had been blank for a long time, and then saw the murals carved on the wall.

This style of painting is quite different from the previous murals, and it doesn't look like it was engraved by a single person.

Xu Ziru squinted his eyes and continued to read the story.

In the story, the multicolored Nvwa stones placed in the glazed tray were stolen by a black man, and the more blurred chaotic objects underground began to climb up the ground along the poles.

On the other hand, there are still singing and dancing in the sky, and even a banquet is held.

The woman sitting in the center of the banquet was holding a mirror in her hand, and everyone around her gathered around to look at the mirror in her hand.

Xu Ziru clicked his tongue.

The next scene is that the woman holding the mirror handed the mirror to another person, and that person left the banquet holding the mirror.

The mirror-bearer, who left the banquet, drank under a willow tree with the mirror in his hand, and fell asleep leaning on the tree, and the mirror fell from his hand.

Fell from the sky to the earth.

Xu Ziru stretched out his hand and scratched his hair.

After the mirror fell down, it was picked up by one hand. The next moment, the mirror that was picked up back into the room stretched out its arms and legs and turned into a villain.

Xu Ziru just watched that villain, like a naughty child, causing trouble everywhere.

Until it ran somewhere and saw a colorful stone.

He squatted in front of the colorful stone.

Then he turned into a mirror again, and the mirror reflected the colorful stone.

The next picture is a colorful stone reflected in a huge mirror.

The mirror left the stone and continued to roll around. After being picked up by one hand, the owner of that hand saw the light in the mirror, Nu Washi stretched out his hand to cover his mouth, looking surprised.

Xu Ziru reached out and scratched his hair: "Does this mean that the Nuwa stone in the mirror is fake? Is this Kunlun mirror made by yourself?"

On the next mural, the Jizhu was torn into a crack by countless black shadows, and one hand placed the Kunlun Mirror with the Nuwa stone in it on the crack.

The chaotic objects got into the Kunlun mirror one by one, and there was a slight crack at the mirror's foot.

Xu Ziru raised his hand to look at the Kunlun Mirror fragment in his hand, the fragment exuded a soft light, and he seemed to be emitting light in the light.

Xu Zi put down his hand and continued to walk forward.

The last painting is a child sitting on an empty glass tray. The child turned over and climbed off the glass tray, and walked up the pole. He walked to the crack and pushed the Kunlun mirror covering the gap. Gradually becoming the size of a few years old child, he hesitated for a while as if in a daze, and then sat on the empty white jade platform.

Xu Ziru blinked his eyes, hesitated for a long time, and then uttered a question in doubt: "Yan Qinghe?"

He shook his head, and wanted to continue looking forward, but saw that there were no murals on the back wall, so he walked back to the last painting.

He stretched out his hand to touch the little man who was sitting quietly on the stage, and the little man actually started to move. He raised his head as if to caress freely.

Xu Ziru suddenly withdrew his hand, a little unbelievable: "What do you mean, the Yanqing River was transformed from the Nuwa Stone?"

Xu Ziru breathed heavily, his brows were furrowed, and he walked back and forth in the same spot thinking a little unconsciously.

Then he pursed his lips, turned around and walked towards the place where the glazed tray was placed on the wall.

He stood in front of the tray and tilted his head slightly.

He slowly put his hand on it, the glazed tray exuded a gentle and warm light, and the noisy ghost sounds around gradually faded away like a tide.

Xu Ziru flicked his fingers lightly on the glazed tray, and narrowed his eyes as if he thought it was a little funny.

——If Yan Qinghe could be transformed from the Nuwa stone, then he would not have caused these chaotic creatures to crawl from the ground to the human world after his death in his previous life.

Excluding all possibilities, the only possible explanation is...

"Have you thought about it?" A faint and unreal voice suddenly came from behind Xu Ziru.

Xu Ziru raised his eyebrows and looked back, a man in fluttering white clothes appeared in this chaotic darkness like a fairy descending.

The person who came was filled with a sense of sacred nobility, which was almost hard to look at directly.

Xu Ziru couldn't make out the man's face in the dark, but he still raised his eyebrows and narrowed his eyes, with a cynical smile on his face.

The voice of the visitor was ethereal, like the Sanskrit sound through a bell and drum: "Have you enlightened?"

Xu Ziru let out a chuckle, and he pointed the Kunlun mirror fragments in his hand to himself, and stared at himself in the mirror for a long time.

Facing the immortal who suddenly descended into the darkness, he teased: "Uncle Liu, stop pretending."

The Incarnate Immortal choked for a while at his words.

After a while, the noble and invisible aura around him faded away. He was wearing a blue coarse cloth jacket, and his white hair was loosely tied behind his head. He coughed: "How do you know it's me?"

Xu Ziru smiled and said, "Who else can there be except you?" He said, "I have lived so long back and forth, and only you understand the Nuwa Stone and the Kunlun Mirror so clearly."

Uncle Liu walked up to him, and he reached out to take the fragment of the Kunlun mirror in Xu Ziru's hand, and was silent for a moment.

Only then did Xu Ziru look away from the shard of the mirror.

——In the mirror, there is indeed a faint light on himself.

——Among them, the light on the chest is almost dazzling.