Junior Disciple C

"Well, sometimes when I think about it, I don't know whether his talent, which is far beyond ordinary people, is a good thing or a bad thing..." Deacon Zheng said with a little sigh.

If Ling Yun hadn't been too smooth on the road of cultivation, he wouldn't have this almost conceited arrogance.

This talent made him and broke him.

Deacon Zheng put away the jade slips in his hand, and after Ling Yun finished the promise-like words, the image ended again.

"There is a sky beyond the sky..." Hao Chen thought about this sentence in his heart, and combined with Ling Yun's last expression of looking up at the sky, it was not difficult to guess what he wanted to do.

A mortal, delusional to the sky.

Ordinary human beings only have reverence for the sky, but Ling Yun only wants to ascend to the sky.No, he not only wants to ascend to the sky, he also wants to be a little more crazy. What he wants is to surpass it and become a real person in the sky.

Really... Hao Chen's mood was indescribable for a while, he didn't know whether to laugh at this person's overreaching, or lament this person's shocking thoughts.

But in short, Hao Chen became very interested in Ling Yun. Unfortunately, he had been sleeping a hundred years ago. Otherwise, if he had the chance, he would like to meet this raving human being in person.

It's a pity that there is probably no chance. Although Deacon Zheng hasn't finished speaking, judging from his secretive attitude, Ling Yun's fate is probably not good.

"What about next?" Fang Yang became addicted to listening to the story, tugged on Deacon Zheng's sleeve, and urged anxiously.He was full of doubts, and he also asked: "What does that sentence mean? What is the real Ling Xiao?"

Deacon Zheng waved his hand, signaling to Fang Yang not to worry, and he explained: "The real Ling Xiao, of course..."

He suddenly stretched out his index finger and pointed upwards.

Fang Yang looked up, saw the wooden ceiling of Bingjia Pavilion, and couldn't help asking: "What do you mean by the ceiling?"

Deacon Zheng held his forehead with his hand, hating iron for being weak.

Hao Chen couldn't help laughing, and even Feng Ye, who had always seemed a bit indifferent after Deacon Zheng started to narrate, the corners of his mouth twitched imperceptibly.

Fang Yang looked around and realized that he might have misunderstood it. After thinking hard for a while, he finally understood: "You are talking about heaven..."

"Hush!" Before Fang Yang could finish speaking, Deacon Zheng forced him to shut up again.

Although he didn't understand the reason, Fang Yang shut up honestly.

Deacon Zheng continued: "You guessed right, it's..."

He took a deep breath and said the word: "Tongtian."

Fang Yang: "..." Just now he told himself to shut up, but he said the next sentence himself.

Deacon Zheng is so fickle!Fang Yang complained in his heart.

Deacon Zheng doesn't have mind reading skills, so naturally he doesn't know how Fang Yang complains about himself in his heart.He continued on his own: "In the beginning, when he said this idea, no one cared."

"How high is the sky? Do you know?" Deacon Zheng asked.

Fang Yang shook his head honestly. He couldn't even fly with a sword, so how could he know how high the sky was.

"Thousands of feet? Tens of thousands of feet?" Deacon Zheng asked himself and answered, "No, not at all. As high as the sky is, that is a distance that ordinary people will never be able to reach."

"It is impossible for a mortal to become a god, and the heavens are never open to the human world. The word Tongtian is as ridiculous as a joke. So even if he is the head of the largest sect in the world, no one cares about his wild words."

"But others didn't care, and he didn't explain it either. He just put his head down and did it. Finally, after three days and three nights of fighting with two Nascent Soul stage monsters guarding the treasure in a secret place, he found it. A seed."

"Jianmu's seed." Deacon Zheng read the name softly.

Build wood?

Hao Chen was taken aback when he heard this, he had lived for so many years, of course it was not in vain, he had heard of Jian Mu's name.

It is a delusion for a mortal to want to reach the sky, but if you use Jianmu... it may not be a delusion.

This is a...sacred tree that can connect heaven and earth.

"What kind of wood is Jianmu?" Fang Yang asked without understanding.

Deacon Zheng explained it, and it was exactly the same as what Hao Chen thought.

"It turned out to be such a powerful wood." Fang Yang sighed, and he followed up: "Does it mean that as long as the seeds of Jianmu are planted, and then they grow up, they can connect the world?"

Deacon Zheng smiled and shook his head: "It's not that easy."

"He planted Jianmu's seeds in the soil with the strongest spiritual power in the sect, but after a month, the seeds seemed to be dead, quietly, not even sprouting."

"He didn't believe in evil and kept guard for another month. He used thousands of spirit stones to set up a spirit gathering array to provide Jianmu with spirit energy, and he waited day and night. The result was still the same. He dug up the soil and saw that the seeds were still seeds. Exactly the same as when he was buried."

"The first time I planted Jianmu, it ended in failure. But he didn't give up. He read various classics, and went to consult those monks who were good at cultivating spiritual plants. He finally realized that he had made a mistake."

"Jianmu is just a tree after all. What does a tree need? Sunshine, rain, and soil that provides nutrients. Putting up a spirit gathering array is completely in the wrong direction."

"However, Jianmu is different from ordinary vegetation. It is a tree that connects the sky and the earth. Ordinary sunlight, rain, dew and soil are far from meeting the needs of Jianmu's growth."

"After he realized this, he went to find two more things." Deacon Zheng raised a finger: "One is water. On the top of the snow-capped mountains in the north, he found water that can only condense every hundred years. Out of a drop of mysterious water."

"The water of Xuanming is a kind of extremely yin and extremely cold water condensed from the cold air that has persisted for thousands of years on the snow-capped mountains in the north. They were frozen into ice sculptures on the spot.”

"But Jianmu is different. Wood belongs to Yin. The water of Xuanming is a great tonic for Jianmu. Although there is only one drop, it is enough. The rain and dew nourishing Jianmu are solved, so the second one is... ..”

Deacon Zheng stretched out his second finger: "Soil. The growth of Jianmu requires an extremely large amount of nutrients, and ordinary soil is far from being able to provide it, so he found Xi Soil."

"Those who breathe the soil say that the soil grows and breathes infinitely, so it can stop the flood." Deacon Zheng said suddenly and politely.

Without waiting for Fang Yang to ask, he translated consciously: "It means that this is a kind of endless soil. This kind of soil will grow by itself, so it can be used to resist floods,"

"However, this is not its only use. The nutrients needed to grow a tree are incalculable, but if you use the soil to cultivate it, then you don't have to worry about the nutrients anymore, because the soil has the power of endless growth, it will Provide nutrients for Jianmu in an endless stream."

"That's it, two problems are solved, so there is only the last one left—sunshine. Water and soil are not ordinary, and sunlight is certainly not ordinary. But sunlight is no different than anything else, and it can be brought back in a bottle."

"So, after finding the Xuanming Water and the Breathing Soil, he took Jianmu's seeds and went to the East China Sea."

"This is the direction where the sun rises, and the East China Sea is the place closest to the rising sun."

"The rising sun is the purest and most vigorous sunshine in a day. He flew with his sword over the East China Sea for three days, and in the depths of the East China Sea, sprinkled soil on the vast and boundless surface of the sea."

"Xi soil is born when it meets water. What he sprinkled was just a handful of Xi soil, but less than an hour after falling into the East China Sea, it became an island that can accommodate dozens of people standing on it."

"He stood on the island and poured the water of Xuanming into the soil. Finally, he dug up the soil with his hands and buried the seeds."

"After finishing everything, it was already midnight, and he sat cross-legged directly on this small island that looked a bit abrupt and lonely in the center of the sea. He looked at the east and watched the sunrise."

"He waited and waited, the time has never been so long. Finally... a ray of light appeared in the sky, the light cut through the long and lonely night, the light spread across his face, from a ray to a line, and then a ray bundle......"

"Finally, the light drives away the darkness and shines on the heaven and the earth."

"Sunrise."

"The huge red sun rising from the edge of the East China Sea, how magnificent it is."

"This time, he didn't fail. At the moment when the sun rose completely, the soil shook slightly, and something broke through the shackles of the soil and broke out."

"Jianmu... sprouted."

Deacon Zheng told the story with emotion, although he did not see the scene himself, but relying on his imagination and his good literary skills, he told the story in such a way that people have a sense of being there.

Fang Yang was very engrossed in listening, and when he heard the seeds germinate, he cheered excitedly: "It germinated, he succeeded!"

But Deacon Zheng shook his head again: "He thought so too. Once the seeds germinate, will it be far from becoming a man?"

"Far. Far, far." Deacon Zheng asked himself again and answered: "Do you know how long it takes for a tree to grow? The mortal plants and trees have a spring and autumn every year, but for a tree, it takes eight thousand years to one spring, eight thousand Carried for an autumn."

"Eight thousand years..." Fang Yang muttered in a low voice, and then counted eight thousand years with his fingers.

Before he could count the results, Deacon Zheng stopped him and said, "Don't count, I can tell you this, you will never have the chance to see Jianmu grow up, no matter how high your cultivation is, you will never live eight years." Thousands of years, unless you can become an immortal god, but you can't, so...it is impossible for mortals to wait until Jianmu grows."

"After Jianmu germinated, he didn't grow at all. During that time, he was the head of the sect, but he didn't even return to the sect. He forgot all the responsibilities and the master's entrustment, and he forgot all the big and small matters. Give it to his junior brother, who is now the head of Ji."

"I don't know what kind of evil he has, so obsessed with Tongtian. He has been guarding Jianmu on that island, but this is doomed to be a hopeless wait. He racked his brains to think of various ways, hoping It can help Jianmu grow up quickly, but the result is of course a failure."

"Time and time again, if it was an ordinary person, he would probably give up. But he has always been extraordinary, and his arrogance does not allow himself to fail. He came up with a method that is still unimaginable and sensational until now."

"What is it?" Fang Yang urged.

"He...gouged out his heart..." Deacon Zheng said these words with some difficulty: "He gave Jianmu his heart to help him grow."

Cut out the heart...

Fang Yang was stunned, shocked by these two words.

Hao Chen was also stunned for a moment, heartbroken... This man's courage and ruthlessness, he has lived for so many years, but he has never heard of it, never seen it before.

Only Feng Ye was not surprised, his expression was still indifferent, that heartbreaker...he had seen countless times in his dreams.

"No one knows why he came up with such a crazy idea, such a crazy idea. Can you think of such an idea of ​​plucking out his heart and giving it to a tree to help the tree grow?" Deacon Zheng asked incredulously , He still can't figure out this matter.

Fang Yang quickly shook his head like a rattle, he couldn't think of it at all.

"But he thought of it. Regardless of whether he came up with this method himself or where he heard it from, he did it. And, unfortunately, he really succeeded."

"The unintentional vegetation got a human heart, and Jianmu began to grow at a speed visible to the naked eye. It grew thousands of feet by day and hundreds of feet by night. It also had an indescribable connection with him."

"Even if he is in the body-fit stage, his physical body is tyrannical, and he won't die for a while after losing his heart, but it won't last long. People can't live without a heart, and his time is numbered."

"But he didn't die. Instead, he was full of vitality just like the taller Jian Mu."

"Jianmu is gradually higher than mountains and rivers, higher than stratus clouds, and finally... pierces through heaven and earth."

"Jianmu connected the two worlds of heaven and man, and opened a passage to the heaven in the sky. The rich aura of the heaven began to flow back to the human world. The aura formed a vortex, formed a storm, and spread in the sky."

"After the channel was opened, he sent a letter to Sect Master Ji, and spread invitations to monks from all over the world to join him in witnessing the growth of this towering tree, witnessing...his feat of reaching the sky."

"Master Ji and the rest of the monks in the world now know what this master who has seen the dragon and see his head and tail has been doing. Shocked."

"The monks all over the world gather in the East China Sea, on the small island formed by the earth. There are so many people that the island can't stand. Some people ride on flying magic weapons, and some simply sit on big boats, just to look up at the sky-penetrating tree at close range. The Shenmu. Such a lively scene is probably the first time in history.”

"He doesn't hide his secrets. Although the growth of Jianmu is the result of him alone, he doesn't have any exclusive ideas. He said that anyone can climb Jianmu and go to heaven."

"As soon as this remark came out, the audience was boiling. What is the heaven like? No one has seen it. But it has been described in countless myths and legends. It is a treasure land that has bred countless powerful gods."

"As soon as he finished his words, those who were brave began to climb Jianmu. Although monks can fly after building their foundation, the height they can fly is limited. The remaining distance must be climbed through Jianmu."

"Someone starts, and there are more and more people behind. They are in groups, pushing each other to be the first person to ascend to the sky."

"The group of monks who are usually dignified and dignified are now fighting for the top spot, completely disregarding their self-cultivation. Seeing that the scene is getting more and more chaotic, some people even fell down when they were climbing. .”

"He really couldn't stand it anymore. After intimidating the audience with his cultivation base in the Dao stage, he made a rule that jumpers and pushers are not allowed to climb this tree that he planted by himself, so that the group of people in order to get the first step to the sky people stop."

"The situation has improved, but Jianmu is not easy to climb. Jianmu is too huge, and each of its branches is far apart, and it cannot step on the branches like ordinary trees to borrow strength."

"Everyone summed it up and started to work together. They built ladders on the wood to facilitate climbing."

"Everything is going on in an orderly manner, and the distance between humans and the heavens is getting closer and closer. However..."

Hao Chen leaned forward slightly, what he wanted to know was finally coming, what caused Ling Yun's ultimate defeat?

Deacon Zheng took out the third jade slip, and the scene of climbing the road to heaven appeared on the jade slip.

As Deacon Zheng said, the crowd was as small as ants, hanging densely on this towering giant tree. They moved forward inch by inch, shortening the distance from the heavens inch by inch.

When people were excited about the heaven that was close at hand, accidents happened suddenly.

There is light.

But it's not sunshine.

That's... Hao Chen couldn't help but squinted his eyes, and he stared closely at the figure that suddenly appeared on the video.

Feng Ye also raised his head, staring at the shadow in a daze.

This figure was high in the clouds, standing in the center of the vortex formed by the spiritual storm, looking down at the mortals under his feet.

When he appeared, his body was covered with a radiance comparable to the scorching sun, so dazzling that people dare not look directly at it.

It also makes people unable to see his true face clearly.

But as time went by, the brilliance on his body gradually faded, and human eyes gradually adapted to the light.

The man hidden under the brilliance finally revealed his true form.

Incomparably handsome?The posture of heaven and man?

No, these mortal words are not enough to describe him.

His facial features are so exquisite that they seem to have been measured with a ruler. His eyebrows, eyes, and bridge of the nose are all in the most perfect proportions. One point more is not heroic enough, and one point less is not handsome enough.

Especially those eyes without sadness or joy, they are bright golden, clear golden,...the color of brilliance...

It was so beautiful that people almost fell into those eyes.

Hao Chen has always been smug, he has always liked pretty things.But at this moment, he has nothing to do with this uniquely beautiful man, he only has fear.

He looked at the shadow on the cloud with fear, because it was...

"God of War...Ying Long." Deacon Zheng gently read out the name of the god.

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Although it was difficult to give birth, it was born anyway.It will happen tomorrow too, well, it's true.