After being reborn, he became cinnabar in the heart of Quanxianmen

The monstrous flood, wrapped in the momentum of thousands of horses, is like a gray-blue giant city that is as high as the sky, overwhelming mountains and seas.The turbulent, turbid torrent, full of mud and sand, submerged all the gray and low dwellings on the black fertile soil at the foot of the mountain in an instant.

The gray roof of the tomb floated on the water, and was quickly torn apart by the rushing water.The water is still accumulating, like a ferocious beast, sweeping towards the hill with unstoppable force.

The surging waves poured on the three people standing in front of the temple on the mountainside.The bitter salt water overflowed into Duanmujian's mouth, bringing a familiar taste.But she couldn't wait to think about it carefully, and was enveloped by the familiar darkness.

Unprecedented floods.Huge waves as high as mountains.Majestic temple.Gray houses.A giant pillar standing in the middle of the lake.On the shimmering lake water, the fish scales adorning the exterior walls glisten.

Duanmujian suddenly opened his eyes.

She was floating in the air, and the entangled black air below her was supporting her body, and Song Jun was walking beside her.Looking at the trend of walking, it seems to be going downhill.

Duanmujian moved his arm.Yi Yao noticed that she had woken up, and decisively withdrew his magic energy, preventing any possibility of Xianyu continuing to pretend to be asleep.Duanmujian almost fell to the ground, but fortunately Song Jun helped her up.

For some reason soaked in bitter tears, she was very sensitive to all hallucinations.So in the temple at that time, Song Jun was indifferent, but she and Lu Ran were both infected by the phantom of the mural.And in the dream, her mind is more easily affected than ordinary people.

Duanmu stood firmly.She probably guessed why Yi Yao showed obvious dissatisfaction: Even Song Jun, who was only building a foundation, insisted on it, but herself, who had broken through Yuanying and was known as one of the four heroes in the early Yuan Dynasty, passed out first.

Fortunately, Yi Yao seems to be a conscientious Demon Cultivator, otherwise she would be surrendering to the Demon Realm: "This generation in the Cultivation Realm is probably useless, hurry up, push quickly!"

Looking back, there is a majestic high mountain behind it, covered with lush forests.They had just come down a stone path in the forest.The stone road is not beautifully built, but fortunately it is fairly regular and stable.So she was not woken up along the way.

The bright white light was soaked in layers of forest, bringing a soft turquoise color.The light flows down from the misty mountain top, like misty mist in the forest.

They had just come down from the mountain, and they were standing on an open plain at the foot of the mountain.Overlooking the surrounding plains, there are stretching tall mountains surrounded by dense forests, like tall guards surrounding the imperial court.A comfortable and pleasant basin is enclosed here.

And the mountain they just descended stands in the middle of the vast basin and plain, like a towering tower.

On the brown-yellow land at the foot of the mountain, there are scattered dwellings of various shapes and bright colors.Some are built of pure wood, clumsily accumulated and spliced ​​one by one, painted with bright red paint, looking crumbling.

Beside it is a semi-subterranean stone cave. Roughly polished stone blocks create a narrow and dark space. The outer wall of the stone house is painted with bright yellow patterns, like a totem of some kind of beast.

The house opposite the stone house looks much more refined.Half stone, half wood, stronger than a wooden house, and brighter than a stone house.The owner is quite proud to decorate the house with powder white and indigo.It's just that the connection between the wood and the stone was very sloppy. It was only filled with knotted rope and hay and soil, and the cold wind poured into the house along the gap.

Of course, there are also some failed works that have been abandoned.There are those who hide their houses in the crown of the trees in a whimsical way, and paint the houses with green, but the reality is that the heavy houses have already crushed half of the branches.Some attempts to connect a rope between two trees and build a house on the rope ended in the rope breaking.

Some dug a deep pit on the ground and built it completely underground. A milky white translucent soul was anxiously scooping up the accumulated water in its own pit to the brownish-yellow land outside.

Houses of different shapes and bright colors stand on the grass.If you look down from the top of the mountain, the settlements on the plain are like colorful flowers in the fields.

Sparse fields are born with houses for each household, not concentrated, and are taken care of by their own families.The diligent ones pulled weeds, and the lazy ones abandoned the fields, and no one supervised them.The brown-yellow soil does not look rich, and the thin branches of the crops are struggling to bear the shriveled wheat grains.

A group of people just came down from the mountain, and they walked the same stone road as Yi Yao and others went down the mountain.Their clothes are simple, with diamond-shaped tattoos drawn on their bare translucent off-white skin.The bamboo baskets in the arms, on the top of the head and on the back are filled with collected fruits and prey.

The soil is too barren, and planting alone cannot make up for food needs. Fortunately, the products on this mountain are quite rich, and hunting and picking fruits on the mountain can also supplement their livelihood.

The three circled around the village again.The village is not like the road paved with stone slabs on the mountain, and it is not easy to walk with potholes.This time Yi Yao is completely useless.After a rough look around, I couldn't find a few decent characters.

Fortunately, he turned on the outsider mode, standing idly by the side, playing with Ruomu in his hand.

In the end, it was Duanmujian who broke the silence, with a hint of secret emotion: "The last world was flooded."

Song Jun nodded in response.

Duanmujian continued: "This is a new world."

Song Jun moved her lips: "Maybe, this world can survive by luck."

Duanmujian chuckled, staring at the brown and yellow loose loess at his feet, with a strange and crazy light in his eyes: "No, this world is bound to go to destruction again."

Song Jun gasped, carefully clenched the golden whip in her hand, and began to calculate the possibility of subduing a crazy Nascent Soul cultivator by herself.

But Duanmujian didn't seem to be showing signs of further madness for the time being.She scanned the strangely shaped and colorful houses around her, and began her wonderful language analysis again:

"Obviously, unlike the uniform gray houses in the God Worship Domain, there has not been a unified construction standard here, and everyone builds houses according to their personal preferences.

Various totems are depicted on the houses, implying that there is not yet a unified belief here.It is even said that there is not yet a god that is powerful enough to be worshiped by everyone. "

Um?Where is this obvious?

But Song Jun would not be stupid enough to interrupt her at this time, she just echoed: "Yes, yes, yes."

"There are no large buildings, only simple dwellings. On this barren loess land, just surviving has exhausted almost all of my energy, and I don't have the time and energy to study and build complex temples and altars and colonnades that have no real function."

It's okay, Duanmujian didn't get his name in vain.The world of cultivating immortals is not really finished yet.

Under Song Jun's begging eyes, Yi Yao nodded in praise: "Yes, yes, yes."

"Although the technology is backward, you can feel a kind of vitality. If the previous world is like a rigid and dogmatic rich old widow, then this world is like a young girl in her youth. Pure and innocent, with ignorant eyes Eyes looking up to the sky. The body is poor, but the bottom of the heart is extremely rich."

It's a pity that Song Jun still can't contact Lu Ran.Otherwise, she would definitely encourage Ruomu to flap her wings and applaud quickly.

"So they don't have enough to eat, and they have nothing to do. Why are they building roads on the mountain?"

"what?"

Song Jun paid attention to flattery, and was suddenly asked, recalling the smooth stone road under her feet when she took Duanmu Jian all the way down the mountain, it seemed a bit unusual.

She replied with some uncertainty: "From a military point of view, the terrain here is too low, and there are few exits surrounded by mountains, so it is difficult to defend. Once attacked, you can only flee to the mountains and fight back.

The highlands on the mountain are rugged and difficult to walk, and are often blocked by cliffs and boulders.Building a smooth mountain road can make the retreat of civilians more rapid and orderly.If the enemy also goes up the mountain along the road, they can also take advantage of the situation and lay traps on both sides to ambush. "

Duanmu Jian said: "It makes sense. I don't know what happened to them. They haven't lived and worked in peace yet. First, think about how to defend and counterattack if their homeland is invaded."

The speed of the silver streamer on the mountain is much faster than the previous few worlds. It seems that the source of the silver light has gradually dried up.The shadowy insects hide under the dense leaves, and the bleak insects gradually echo in the forest.

Duanmujian looked as usual amidst the buzzing of insects:

"This is an original land that has not changed through vicissitudes. But soon, an unprecedented and unstoppable disaster that still haunts people's hearts like a lingering haze even after hundreds of years , will completely destroy this place.”

Song Jun's expression was stern, and she thought very well, she was going crazy, and the sisters would turn against each other soon.

Duanmujian suddenly changed the subject: "But it doesn't matter, the temple is still standing in the sea of ​​sand. The glorious murals are still as clear as ever after decades of wind and sand. It's all recorded."

Song Jun didn't dare to relax, and asked nervously, "What record?"

Duanmujian said in a relaxed tone: "The history of Sumuya. You should have noticed it, this is a time travel in a dream. The order in which each world appears in the dream is reversed from the real history. Think about it carefully. Frescoes on the corridors of the temple."

Song Jun murmured to herself: "Dust, flood... The land of gold is the floating country after the disaster of sand and dust! The realm of worshiping gods has turned into a lake amidst the huge waves! Pushing forward, we finally come here The original land."

She suddenly came to her senses: "These are all consistent with the characters in the murals on the temple!"

Duanmujian nodded: "Look carefully, the soil here is barren yellow, not the fertile black soil we have seen before. The high mountain in the center is also far higher than the area of ​​worshiping gods. So there must be an unprecedented scale The cataclysm caused the mountains to collapse and the earth to be renewed."

A trace of gratitude and gratitude flashed in her eyes: "Thanks to the blessing of the gods in the dark, thousands of years of history have been passed down to this day. Even if it is destroyed, future generations can still learn about this disaster-ridden land through the murals in the temple. A turbulent past."

Yi Yao's eyes were indifferent, he caressed the cold Ruomu, and a sarcasm of unknown meaning appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Blessed by the gods?

They still don't understand.

Duanmujian regretted it infinitely: "It's a pity that the murals only depict the activities of the characters, which should be limited by the level of painting skills, and there is no palace building that reproduces the characteristics of each era."

Song Jun deduced accordingly: "The text on the murals only records a few decades of history. It is probably because the dreamer couldn't understand the too old text, so he had to give up. Our mission in the dream is to revisit the old place, Complement the images of the past on the murals."

Duanmujian nodded:

"It should be like this. Every civilization will be destroyed by disasters. Every life must end in death. Sumuya's glorious past has been submerged under layers of yellow sand. But she still hopes that people can live forever." Remember her story so that lost civilizations may live on in memory."

Yi Yuan was noncommittal.

Neither agree nor disagree.He just watched the two young monks quietly, and used his own thinking to deduce the whole dream.

Song Jun muttered to herself: "No wonder the star of enlightenment resonates with the temple. The temple is the summary of Sumuya's past thousand years. As long as the temple is still there, even if it is just a glimpse of the leopard, you can always piece together from the narration of the murals. A truth."

Duanmujian caressed the simple and primitive log cabin by the roadside, with sympathy and sadness in his eyes: "See me, remember me, meet me again in a dream - this is the call from the temple. Su Mutai is suffering, as if Born to suffer and die.

This cursed land has never received the mercy of the heavens, and tragic disasters have been staged time and time again.She has lingered until now, and she can only pray that someone can remember her past appearance in the dream journey. "

Yi Yao's face was expressionless, obviously he couldn't empathize with the two people who were in pity and weeping.

Song Jun's eyes showed compassion: "I can try to write a history book for Sumuya. Although I am ignorant and my writing is crude, at least I will not insult the history of Sumuya."

Duanmujian also sighed with emotion: "People in the Duanmu family have learned the meticulous painting of pavilions and pavilions since childhood. I can probably remember the cityscapes of various eras. When I go back, I will complete the murals."

Yi Yao remained silent from the beginning to the end.

At this moment, Ruomu, who had been silent for a long time at Yi Yao's fingertips, suddenly moved.

Yi Yao let go of his hand, Ruomu rubbed his fingertips affectionately, and gracefully rotated his wings and flew into the air.A messenger blue bird appeared from the void, standing firmly on the spirit stone in the center of Ruomu.

Duanmujian said in surprise:

"You are finally here. The dream is a journey against the sky, and the temple is the key. The thousand-year history of Sumuya is a tragic reincarnation of life and death."

She didn't care whether Lu Ran could understand or not, she said all the conclusions she and Song Jun had deduced in one breath:

"We need to complete the murals on the stone walls based on what we saw and heard in the dream, so that the lost past of Sumuya can continue to be preserved in memory. Do you still have any impressions of the Golden Palace? There are several carved lines on the capitals. I can’t remember clearly, so I have to rely on you to help me remember.”

Yi Yao showed a strange expression, as if trying to endure something.

Song Jun realized that if he couldn't hear, he quickly asked Duanmujian to write these words on the ground.As soon as Duanmu Jian used his spiritual power to write two characters, he saw the blue bird open its mouth.

Lu Ran's tired but firm voice came from the blue bird's mouth:

"The stone gate cannot withstand the attack of the swarm, and it is about to collapse. The tube of thunder has been inserted on the murals on both sides. In a quarter of an hour, I will detonate the thunder, blow up the front porch of the temple, and use the falling rocks after the explosion Block the temple gate again."

Song Jun: "..."

Duanmujian: "..."

WTF? ? ? ! ! !

Beside the stunned two people, Yi Yao finally couldn't restrain himself, and laughed happily.

The author has something to say:

I suddenly remembered that when I drew a sketch for my friend, my friend suddenly realized: Oh, isn’t this the old Beijing copper pot for shabu-shabu!

I will really thank you (smile)