Lie Huo Jiao Chou - Chapter 144 Fanwai Qichunhua Qiuyue (3)

"White jade in the sky ..." Yan Qiushan relied on years of field experience dealing with antiquities, and even guessed the words on the picture, "Gong?"

As soon as he was hit by a lamp at the corner of the table, a sparkling wave appeared on the map, and Yan Qiushan couldn't help squinting. He quickly put away the map, glanced around quickly, and when no one noticed, he ducked down and left the bar, got back into his car, locked the doors and windows, and put the abnormal energy monitoring, so he looked carefully. That map.

What is "White Jade Palace"?

The White Jade Palace is not for the emperor to give Shentang ... is it, Shen Hai?

The author has something to say: There is a record of the "White Jade Palace" in the Ancient Book Restoration Section of the Yiyi Control Bureau. It is said that it was built by King Gao Weiwei during his lifetime. After King Weiyu's death, the valuables in it were confiscated by the emperor, and the useless empty shell was burned down and sunk into the ground-anyway, this thing was built to show that it was rich , A bunch of iron smelters have no architectural taste.

So far, the "White Jade Palace" has only one stalk left, and as a symbol of the fish and meat people of all evil slaves, it is often cited by literary works. Its real wreckage has long been submerged in the South China Sea following the crust changes. According to experts' inference, the old site of Baiyu Palace, Wang Yuyu, should be next to the tomb of King Gaoshan, where 108 corpses were unearthed. There is also relevant information in the data of the King of Gaoshan, which is stored in Qingping Sili. .

So, what is this "white jade palace"?

When Director Xuan chased out just now, he seemed to be in the position of a launch vehicle, with his **** to leave the fire, and his face was about to kneel the keyboard out of the complete Shakespeare collection. Zhang Tu should also be Her Majesty's private collection.

Is there any baby in the palace of Weiyu that was inconvenient to take away, and His Majesty drew a map to leave a mark, waiting to clean it back slowly?

Not right.

Although Yan Qiushan is not an expert in history and geography, he also has common sense. In addition to the destination on the map, how can I draw the surrounding environment, which land, what mountains and rivers are nearby? Otherwise, there was no latitude and longitude positioning in ancient times. Who knows whether the big block in the picture is in the sea or in a ditch?

But this strange map really only drew a bare island, surrounded by some kind of unknown text-he guessed it was text, because it was varied, the combination was extremely complicated, and the amount of information contained was very large. Look It doesn't look like a simple decorative pattern.

Staring at those words for a while, Yan Qiushan felt that those words seemed to come alive, and began to twist according to a certain pattern, dazzling. He couldn't help but move forward a little, and accidentally swiped his fingers across the "paper surface" "On the surface of the" drawing ", like a wave of water, ripples rippled round and round, and small colored characters written in simplified Chinese gradually floated.

The word was written horizontally and vertically, neatly resembling a printed body, and the phenomenon of lack of horizontality and verticality was much better. Only the individual words occasionally had more strokes and less strokes, and they were not noticeable if they were not carefully pulled out.

Yan Qiushan froze for a moment, and quickly took the phone to take a picture, a little flattered.

Is this ... that His Majesty wrote to him specifically?

Speaking of Sheng Lingyuan, in fact, in the beast's fantasy, he actually felt the unnaturalness of Xuan Yuan passing by. The rigid and cold response cannot be explained by the "embarrassment of being shameful when being a child". He felt that there must be half of the story in the fantasy, and he could probably guess that the second half of the interruption was probably related to the identity of the sword spirit. Because Xuan Yuan suddenly regretted the matter of Yan Qiushan's mention of the spirit, and regret came suddenly and suddenly, like "WeChat" said something wrong, for fear of overtime withdrawal.

But ... is it okay to just break it?

Sheng Lingyuan looked at it at that time, but still held back, pretending not to know.

Xuan Yuan always cared about his own physical body, but Sheng Lingyuan thought that now that he had got rid of the sword body, it would be like "the root cause", and the wound would always be healed by himself and time. Anyway, the two of them finally have time. When Xiao Yan put it down, he would naturally say that he didn't need to pick up his pain for the sake of curiosity. After all, there are priorities. If it is not the poison of the throat, why scrape the bones to cure it? It wasn't for him, it was like abuse.

"Self-cultivation" should be like walking on thin ice, "Qi Family" should not be too discerning.

For example, it is better to be deaf and dumb as a leader; to be a caring person, sometimes you have to be confused; to be an elder, you have many things in your heart, but do n’t be too real; although you have to pay attention to preaching and teaching, you should let go . These sages have taught them that although Sheng Lingyuan has a weak six-kindness relationship, he has raised an orphan who is older than his elder brother. According to the sage ’s "Strategy", he is doing well. He has never experienced "cutting and continually messing up".

This gave him the illusion that he would especially grasp the "advance and retreat scale".

Indeed, as long as you can stay out of things and be relentless, things in the world are not so much "cutting and chaos."

Unfortunately, Xuan Yuan is his desire and affection. Qingtian hates the sea because it is a bowl of paste. It can confuse the three thousand roads. Why can he be calm and fair?

Sheng Lingyuan forced himself to be confused, "Let it be," and he couldn't help but ponder over the various words and deeds proclaimed in the beast fantasy about 3,000 years ago. Unwilling to ask Xuan Yuan, he "reviewed" all the classics he had read about the refiner, carefully comparing the seals, making himself half-sleepless, and was about to forcibly meditate, and was sentenced to Xuan Yuan's phone that suddenly lit up was disturbed.

So Xuan Ling walked on his front foot, Sheng Lingyuan followed his heel, and the biting night breeze blew on his face. He began to feel that he was doing something a little bit insane, and he was full of food.

"No disease or pain, tossing and turning", that was really the worry he had only in his ten years when he was in Dongchuan. Sheng Lingyuan forgot what it was, and now he picked it up again. Strange to say, Xuan Yuan is an old monster who is thousands of years old. He tasted the sands of EMI and ate a heart of thief, but his wing feathers seemed to be connected with time and space, and he could always effortlessly. When I brought Sheng Lingyuan back to my youth-even the spirit and the mind, the more I lived, the more I went back.

When stepping into the night scene on the earth, His Majesty had already ridiculed himself inside and out, and planned to laugh at himself and find Xuan Ye acknowledged. If he could make the man laugh, it would not cost him to drink cold wind. Unexpectedly, when he arrived, he happened to meet Yan Qiushan holding an energy sensor and looking for people in the bar.

The Yan team was constrained like a puppet, and Sheng Lingyuan was afraid that his appearance would be uncomfortable, so he didn't show up immediately, only to find a dimly lit corner next to them to finish the conversation, and there was no hidden breath.

For the master, not deliberately hiding is almost equivalent to greeting generously. Of course, Yan Qiushan's mixed-race descendants can't feel it, but Xuan Yuan should be aware of it within a mile of Sheng Lingyuan.

Who knew that Xuan Ling was not at home today, and even when Yan Qiushan entered the bar, he came to him to make a noise and only caught his attention. However, he never noticed that a big demon grows in the deck next door.

Sheng Lingyuan couldn't laugh or cry, and he could n’t understand the wine list, so he just ordered himself a strange “colorful water” to pass the time, and listened to Xuan Xuan's advice to Yan Qiushan to “be a good person” ... I heard such a follow-up.

When Sheng Lingyuan returned to God, the glass in his hand was broken, and the cold wine and glass residue flowed to the table. The glass shattering was covered by jazz music, and the scum scratched his hands a few **** holes.

For so many years, he always felt that he had failed to protect his little sword spirit. The demon sword's body was destroyed because he was powerless. Even in retrospect, the Sword Spirit at the center of the storm was dead like that, without a word. The sword that cut off the demon king's head is like an iron with no soul and no soul, even if those people smash it ... and knowing that the teacher Dan Li is next to him, the sword spirit seems to confess his life, without asking for help, or justifying himself .

Sheng Lingyuan gave him various reasons for these various abnormalities. His little sword spirit was imprisoned by the human race from birth, and died for the human race, so he shivered.

Dare to love that is not helpless chill, simply pushing the boat down the water!

The goods themselves lay in the coffin first, ready to settle in the soil!

Good magic sword, chopped hatchet did not accept him.

what is this?

Sheng Lingyuan is relatively calm by nature. After dissecting one's heart, his emotions are not easy to fluctuate. Counting it, there are several tricks in life, almost all of which are due to Xuanyuan's evil barrier!

He almost got the impulse to stand up and left, throwing this jerk, from now on, he will never raise a red-haired pheasant.

Fortunately, the two legs underneath the seat "back to the master", no matter how much fire broke out in the master's spiritual stage, it was Dinghai Shen inlaid in place, unwilling to move an inch. Sheng Lingyuan was dragged to death by these two "two or five children" below his waist. He couldn't help but cut it quickly. There was nothing he could do. His thumb was in his palm. Several joints were pressed back and forth seven or eight times. He really looked more and more angry at Xuan Yuan, so he had to look at Xuan Yuan and throw it on Yan Qiushan while he was not seeing clearly.

Just staring at Yan Qiushan indifferently for a while, as the storm-like anger fell, Sheng Lingyuan was suddenly lightly touched by the gloomy eyebrows of the former Fengshen team captain Yu Mei. Living a little hope would never let go of the perseverance, reminding him of himself in front of the sword furnace.

"Wishful fool."

Sheng Lingyuan sneered, and then grabbed it in the air, and the ice cubes in the ice bucket on the table turned into water vapor. With his gestures spread on the table, it became a piece of "paper" made of water. Sheng Lingyuan drew his mind for a moment, and the "water paper" quickly sketched out a map in his memory. Then gently tap the large half of his cocktail, and the colorful liquid turned into a pen, leaving colored inscriptions on the water paper.

"This picture is hidden in Wang Yu's seal. The book is written in high mountain tantra. The tantra is silent and cannot be recited."

"According to legend, the picture shows the hometown of Gaoshan people."

"The alpine man was originally one of the ancient innate spirits. His ancestors lived in the cloud and wonderland on the sea. When translated into the Central Plains official language, he called it" the white jade palace in the sky. " Since then, the land of Gao Ling has lived on a refining device. "

"Because of their homeland, the royal palaces of all generations have the name 'White Jade'."

"Every ancient book, such as" The Kingdom of the Sea "and" Big Buddhism, "has only a few words to confirm the location of the Heavenly White Jade Palace."

"At the time of Wei Yu's administration, Tantric texts had been lost for a long time, and the 'Sky White Jade Palace' was said by Yu Gaoren to have a long-cherished birthday, because of the misunderstanding (crossed out) ... the magic sword of the sky, although it was no longer hopeful, I am used to pondering the old Gaoshan people, and I have some experience with Tantric texts ... "

At that time, the sword furnace was destroyed, Weiyun also entered the ground, and Sheng Lingyuan became a ruthless real demon. There is nothing to touch him on earth, just like carrying a demon sword fragment with him, and playing with the refiner The relics of the Gaoshan tribe have also become his habit-it doesn't make much sense, just to pass the time.

The original image of the "White Jade Palace in the Sky" is not so large, it is a miniature version. It is painted on a jade base of Wang Yuxi. It is very exquisite. It is the master of Alpine crafts. He used it to play with the pieces. . When Sheng Lingyuan was about to pass on his prince, he toured the Quartet, caught up with the typhoon in the East China Sea, and started using Taoist language. Who knew that when the Taoist language exited, the legendary alpine tantra that could not be chanted "flowed".

He inadvertently found that the lost Tantra text of the Gaoshan people was actually related to the Tatar language.

Sheng Lingyuan was idle on the road, tried a few Tatar languages ​​he knew, and found that different Tatar languages ​​would touch different Tantra texts, as if those Tantra texts were written in Tatar languages.

The Tatar people are an important material for the alpine people's refining equipment, and they are also exterminated. If they know it, they can probably entangle with the alpine people and bite them into eighteen layers of hell. However, the ancient Tantric script of the alpine people is originally from the same origin.

This matter is very interesting to ponder-because the Shan people live in the deep sea, and although the alpine people live by the sea, they are not good at water by nature, and the people are basically dry ducks, and they don't live on fisheries. Previously, going out to hunt and kill Tatars had to rely on sophisticated tools. The Gaoshan people are notoriously greedy for money and fear of death. They have to hide a little dangerous things, and will not leave their settlements, let alone take the initiative to explore the deep sea. The Tatars cannot leave the water, and rarely come to the shallow waters of the sea. The two groups were originally irrelevant.

So ... why did the earliest Gaoshan people think of using a large number of refining tools? Why is there a habit of igniting oil lamps?

At that time, a museum official in the Qingping Division put forward a speculation that the legend of the mountain people "the white jade palace in the sky" is likely to be true. This group of human races is likely to come from the "fairy city" suspended above the deep sea, like the Qiqilou.

Sheng Lingyuan had nothing to do, compared the Tantric text he collected with the Tatar language, and tried to decipher some keywords on the map based on Tantric text responses. There are a lot of words such as "refiner sacrificing gods and atonement". This is not unusual. Takayama people have always used refining tools as a foundation of tribe, and folk sayings and folk songs often refer to "spiritual devices." "Compare them to" keys "and" roads ", as if they were killing the soul-locker and becoming a kind of self-cultivation. In addition, he also found the "commandments" written in Tantra. Strangely, one of the commandments seemed to be "don't hurt others."

As we all know, the key to the refining device is the "鸩" in the blood of 鲛. To get 鸩, not only must you kill the 鲛, but you must also kill.

It is necessary to refining and not to hurt people, how can this be done?

The Qiang people destroyed the ethnic group, the Qiang language has been lost for a long time, and the erudition can only be used as a spell at sea. It is likely to be misunderstood and misinterpreted, so Sheng Lingyuan cannot determine whether he has misunderstood. At that time, he was ready to bury the abyss, and his heart was like dead water. He did n’t delve into it. After all, no matter whether he was a man or a mountain person, it became an old sign drowned in time. The last refiner The master committed suicide, and the sword furnace has been sealed for many years. What is more, "white" and "underground" Baiyu Palace is meaningless.

Now think of it, if his interpretation is okay, then there is only one possibility-that the brutal means of later Gaoshan people using savage blood to kill the living refining device is not an orthodox refining method.

The true refiner method is probably not so cruel at all.

This also explains a lot of weird and unreasonable things in Alpine culture. For example, the instrumental spirits are basically murderous weapons. It is a bit shameless to use self-cultivation as a tool for killing and killing people and forbidding souls to make weapons; — Master of Refiner—Must have a gentle temperament and a peaceful state of mind. Why does the refiner work in such a harmful way?

And if the Gaoshan people used the Tatars as livestock to kill materials from ancient times, why would their sacred ancient Tantric script echo the Tatar language? At least the human race will not bother to interpret what pigs, horses, cattle and sheep are "saying".

"Weiyun is alive. He once told me that the farther he goes on the refiner, the more he feels that the refiner should not be like this. One day, he wants to find out the true method of the refiner. Unfortunately."

"If there is a 'White Jade Palace' in the world ..."

Under Sheng Lingyuan's gaze, the "pen" of the cocktail became only a short piece, and the pen tip was a slight meal.

"Abyss has rekindled, many ancient ruins will appear, and the sea fairy city may have a day of reappearance."

"Thongxin grass body is strengthened every three years, and every three years around Mid-Autumn Festival, you can ask Xuanyuan to send reinforcement spells to you, if there is no accident, it will not be affected for thirty to fifty years.

"Although the patriarch of Suzaku is incompetent, after all, the divine bird is inconvenient to use the skill of the refiner. After thirty or fifty years, if you can't find the fairy city on the sea, you and the macaroni will be old. Come to me, and I will help you to regenerate the Sword Spirit with the remains. "

Sheng Lingyuan reached out and gently bounced the water map into the shape of a fish scale. He called the waiter to settle the two tables. When he saw Xuan Yuan, he was surprised to be there, and glanced over him, he said nothing. Make a shadow and disappear into place.

Xuan Yuan chased out from the bar and extended the audiovisual senses to the extreme. All the sounds around him rushed into his eardrums—the anxious little white-collar worker in the bar was pulling his friends to whisper and the restaurant next door was not scattered. It seemed that the lottery was carried out. The carts selling fried chestnuts closed their stalls, and the tricycles walked against the wind in a "squeaky" way ... Going further, it was laughter and scolding performed by millions of households at the same time. No trace of Sheng Lingyuan was found.

He bit a bit on the tip of his tongue, and a **** gas rushed into his head, following the breath of his feathers inserted in Sheng Lingyuan's hair, chasing hundreds of meters all the way, to the already empty little Deep in the park, I saw that the wing feather was pulled up / down and nailed to the trunk of an old locust tree. The five-inch-long wing feather was wedged in the wood and shivered in the cold wind like a lonely wind lamp.

Xuan Yuan wanted to take off the feathers, his strength was light, he was a little bit heavy, and it was too late to close his hands. The feather felt the power of the same source, turned into a beam of light, and melted back to him, so that little light No more.

The heat from Xuan Yuan's body was dissipated into the cold wind, looking blank, like a young chick just abandoned in the desert.

A moment later, a deep sigh came from deep in the bushes, Xuan Yuan excited his spirits, raised his head violently, and saw the back three meters away from Sheng Lingyuan.

Xuan Yuan opened his mouth, as if exhausted, but squeezed out a "Lingyuan" that he couldn't even hear. The warm white steam exhaled from his mouth and nose, covering his sight.

Sheng Lingyuan didn't turn around, didn't look at him, didn't say a word, Xuan Yuan suddenly changed back to the wet bird that year, breathing in his chest, trembling, terrified, and his feathers exploded.

About a century ago, Sheng Lingyuan said coldly, "... Come on."

The voice faded, and a figure smashed to his side like lightning, holding his waist tightly.

On the other side, Yan Qiushan carefully collected the map made of water, started the car, and slid into the night.

"Ancient Gaoshan people live on the shores of the South China Sea. They can build large ships that can travel thousands of miles a day. The storm does not urge them, but because of their natural craving for property and good furniture, although it is not farming, it is dragged down by 'property'. The farmer is relocated, and he is more happy. This may be the curse of the Gaoshan people's loss of spirituality-where there is covetousness, it is a shackle. Although there are means, it is doomed to never return to its hometown. "

"Although you have the blood of Gaoshan people, but it is so thin that it is mortal and not limited by the nature of Gaoshan people. It is better to try."

More than half a year later, in countless frictions, various countries have introduced special energy management bills, which have stumbled into trial operation, opening the era of peaceful coexistence and repeated conflicts between special people and ordinary people.

Due to the enhanced energy of Abyss, the Differentiation Control Bureau expanded 20 monitoring points, and set up a maritime branch, which is responsible for the monitoring and management of powers within the territorial waters, led by Yan Qiushan.

He sold the house, took Zhichun to the sea, and visited the legendary "White Jade Palace in the Sky."

This trip, until the end of life as a mortal, Yan Qiushan never returned to land.

"Human beings, or despicable, or sages, or halfway through, capricious, or dead, EMI without regret."

"With a finite body, there is no end to the search, nowhere to be found."

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