Wanderer of the whirling world

Chapter 283

In Haishi, the sky is cool at night, but above the Hongqiao, there are still lanterns and festoons, and you can see brothels, painting pavilions, and embroidered bead curtains.

On both sides of the Bianhe River, golden emeralds are dazzling, and Luo Qi is fragrant.

Inside Liumo Flower Street, Xinsheng Qiaoxiao, Yingying Yanyan.

On the top of the tea house and restaurant, tune the strings according to the pipe, blow bamboo and play silk.

People, old and young, all come to the bridge to enjoy the unparalleled beauty of Tokyo city at night.

Among the crowds, no one noticed the old and the young who were standing on the railing and chatting leisurely.

Hong Taiwei stroked his three beards and said lightly:

"How could they hide that shit from me among the alchemists? It's just that they are just sleazy, irrelevant, and I don't bother to care about it.

"Are you sure about tomorrow's competition? Based on our relationship, as long as you open your mouth, I can directly kill that guy without trouble."

Xin Ziqiu actually didn't want to hear this, but he knew that no matter how much he asked, Taiwei Hong would never tell him any secrets about the catastrophe, so he had no choice but to suppress his curiosity and turn his thoughts back to the upcoming All-in-one fight.

He shook his head:
"Thank you, Lord Taiwei, for your kindness, but tomorrow I want to challenge Wu Shengren alone, and have a life-and-death battle.

"The innate infinite skill I practiced will experience the three innate disasters when I break out of the cocoon and become a fairy, so I need to use him as the fire of the forge to refine my spirit and spirit, complete the last step of transformation, and achieve success in one fell swoop. Earth Immortal."

Hong Taiwei nodded and smiled slightly:
"It's good if you have a plan... Nine-turn Yuan Gong is indeed a famous magical skill in the heavens and all realms. These three innate disasters are not only a catastrophe, but also a gift that can give you infinite benefits when you break through. The stronger the catastrophe, the better you become an immortal." After that the potential is greater.

"Actually, that guy is really a very suitable opponent for you. With your current strength, ordinary earth immortals, like that Sumo evil god, can no longer give you enough life and death pressure. Take second-rate things like them After entering the calamity of the three congenital disasters, it is inevitable that it will not be perfect when promoted to congenital.

"Only against the top earth immortals like pre-Qin alchemists, can the three congenital disasters be the best. If you advance to earth immortals in this way, you will have greater potential in the future. If you want to become the sun god golden immortal one day, or even reach even higher levels High realm, now every step must be taken firmly."

He paused, then said:
"But in the final analysis, that guy once had the realm of a true immortal, and now he has regained the body of an immortal. Although he did not completely get rid of the influence of the five declines of heaven and man, at least he has recovered to the peak strength of an earth immortal.

"Although your skill has improved rapidly, after all, there is a difference between immortals and ordinary people, and you are a whole realm away from him. Although the nine-turn Yuan Gong is miraculous and unparalleled, and you are not afraid of challenging challenges, but you have to face the three innate disasters and the three natural disasters. To resist a powerful opponent, don't accidentally put your own life in it."

Xin Ziqiu was surprised that Hong Taiwei called out the real name of his own practice, but for the almost omniscient and omnipotent, these things may not be considered secrets.

He answered seriously:
"I've thought about it. The Master Gaogong from Longhu Mountain will come to the scene this time to bless the victors. With them, even if I can't beat me, I won't lose my life. At worst, I will break through next time. .”

Immediately afterwards, he showed a confident smile:
"But don't worry, I will never lose."

Hong Taiwei nodded and said with satisfaction:
"Well, you performed well. Now at least you know that you should carefully assess the strength of the enemy and us before you start a move, and you have actually learned to arrange your own retreat. Being able to do this, compared to when you first entered the Whirling World, you have really grown up. Quite a few. To be honest, at that time, I was really afraid that if it was too late to make a move, your little fate would be explained."

Although Xin Ziqiu had expected this matter long ago, when he heard Taiwei Hong admitting it himself, he couldn't help but feel moved:
"It turns out that you have been secretly observing my every move..."

Hong Taiwei snorted and said with a little contempt:
"Still 'secretly observing'? As me, if I want to protect someone, do I still need to hide it? Besides, you think you are handsome, and I like to peek at you? Aren't you afraid? Xuanming, that unreliable half-assed Yu family inheritance, can't keep you, a meddling young man?"

Xin Ziqiu was speechless, he didn't know if it was because he had already joined Yuxu Palace and was regarded as one of his own by Taiwei Hong, or because he felt that the strength gap between the two was too big and he was confident, so he even said that he had been spying on him without any concealment.

Moreover, now it seems that the idea of ​​pulling himself into the Whirling World probably also came from the man in front of him.

What is he, or the entire Yuxu Palace, thinking about himself?

Just when Xin Ziqiu was in a daze, Taiwei Hong's face suddenly changed, and he said in a deep voice:

"Okay, I have something urgent to do. We can only stop here today. If I can leave here alive in the future, let's have a good chat."

Having said this, he extended his right hand friendly and hung it in front of Xin Ziqiu.

Xin Ziqiu was taken aback for a moment, then subconsciously stretched out his hand to touch him, and gave him a light shake.

Hong Taiwei looked at him with a pair of eyes as black as ink, but his tone softened rarely:
"Let's say goodbye today, maybe it will be indefinitely later, I have saved you a few times anyway, why, shaking hands with the savior is still so perfunctory?"

Xin Ziqiu couldn't laugh or cry at what he said, and with a surge of pride, he squeezed his big hand tightly with his right palm.

However, Hong Taiwei suddenly pulled him hard, pulled him into his arms, patted his back lightly, and whispered in his ear:
"Grow up as soon as possible, don't let me down..."

As soon as the words fell, the space magic around him disappeared, and the person turned into a wisp of green smoke, which drifted away in an instant, as if he had never appeared on the Hongqiao.

Here only Xin Ziqiu was left alone, submerged in the crowd.

……

After bidding farewell to Taiwei Hong, Xin Ziqiu returned to his room in Jia's mansion.

This is his last night here, and everything needs to be fully arranged.

He took out three volumes of thin booklets from the bookshelf, and carefully arranged them on the table.

On each booklet, the words "Principles of Mathematics" are written in untidy calligraphy.

This is the elementary mathematics textbook that he took the time to compile before. Although the writing time is limited and the capacity is not large, it also covers the three major sections of number theory, geometry, and algebra.

In fact, the content of this book itself is not critical. What is important is that, compared to "Nine Chapters of Arithmetic" and other ancient mathematics books that only introduce various topics and corresponding algorithms, this set of "Principles of Mathematics" will be the first in the history of this world. The first textbook that systematically explains mathematical thinking from shallow to deep.

This is a gift he left to Jia Xian and Jia Zhiqing's grandparents.

The concept of these three volumes is advanced, and Xin Ziqiu does not expect that it will be accepted by the public quickly, but as long as it can be passed down by the Jia family, sooner or later, smart people will understand and accept the content, and use it Establish a sect, establish a theory, and spread the ideas in it widely.

After doing this, he turned out all his belongings and dumped them on the table.

There is gold, silver, and all kinds of precious jewelry, and there are many silver bills.

These were obtained from all kinds of demons and heretics he had killed before. Xin Ziqiu only left a dozen old coins as souvenirs, and left the rest to Jia's family.

In addition, he left the pair of gloves woven with platinum filaments that he seized in the Worry-Free Cave before on the desk.

This thing is obviously more suitable for Jia Zhiqing, and he is not going to take it away.

"After spending so many days eating and living here with Mr. Jia and Sister Zhiqing, there should be something in return."

Xin Ziqiu thought to himself.

After dealing with these trivial matters, he leaned on the grand teacher's chair contentedly, then took out something from his arms, tossed it around and played with it, and said with a smile at the same time:
"Huo Shan, have you been here for so long without saying hello? How long are you going to hide with me?"

As his words fell, in the shadowed corner of the room, Huo Shan, taught by Assassin, came out and said straight to the point in blunt Chinese:

"The ten-day agreement has come, have you taken back our holy object?"

Xin Ziqiu didn't speak, but held the object in his hand, and a little bit of real qi aroused it, and the palm of his hand suddenly burst into light, illuminating the whole room, and also reflected the inconceivable surprise on Huo Shan's face.

What was reflected in his pupils at this time was a mirage-like spectacle, like a holographic projection, covering the entire room.

Amidst the brilliance, a mysterious tower rose from the ground and pierced into the clouds.

Surrounding it, countless points of light, with a strong vitality, scattered away.

Where the rays of light irradiate, buildings are born out of thin air, constantly evolving and evolving.

From earth caves, to grottoes, to all kinds of exotic houses, high-rise buildings, palaces...

There are countless creatures that thrive in it. They have learned to survive in the harsh environment, learned to use tools, and learned to establish order from chaos.

Finally, these creatures lived in groups, and one tribe after another was born.

These tribes gradually gathered into small dynasties, and then continued to annex and merge, and gradually developed into a huge empire, dominating the world for a while, unparalleled in the world.

When countless city-states were in full swing, their fortunes took a turn for the worse. The lord of the empire died suddenly, and many heirs fought violently. The protracted war dismembered the entire empire and scattered them to death.

There are thousands of miles of red land, starvation and death everywhere, and all the prosperity has collapsed in just a few decades.

The arable land was destroyed, the dock was burned, and the living people could only look for food and water sources among the ruins, and compete with rats and cockroaches for the right to survive.

After an unknown number of years, the high tower in the center was revived again, and once again radiated light spots to the surroundings, giving birth to the birth of civilization.

History repeats itself over and over again, cycle and cycle, infinite reincarnation.

Xin Ziqiu and Huo Shan, like the gods of creation, are in it, but detached from it, quietly observing the changes in the world like a fast-moving movie.

I don't know how long it took, Xin Ziqiu suddenly withdrew his true qi, and all the landscapes disappeared into nothingness like a dream bubble, and the room returned to darkness and silence.

Huo Shan was already in tears at this time, he wanted to speak but was silent.

He had read some history books and knew that what Xin Ziqiu showed him was the rise and fall of the Arab Empire.

At this time, what Xin Ziqiu was holding in his hand was naturally the "City of Disillusionment" that Wang Xuanfu had snatched from the Western Regions.

After Gou Bi's death, he, Lu Dongbin and others searched the Taoist Xuancheng's residence. At the same time, several other treasures belonging to Gou Bi and Gong Yangquan were also found.

But it is a pity that the four treasures of the celestial masters in Longhu Mountain are still missing.

Xin Ziqiu held the City of Disillusionment in his hands, and said lightly:
"This is the 'Lost Relic' you want. His real name is 'City of Disillusionment'. If you don't believe me, I can't help it."

Seeing this wonderful scene, Huo Shan had no reason not to believe it. He prostrated himself on the ground, kissed Xin Ziqiu's boots, and said loudly:
"Thank Allah, thank Xin Ziqiu, you are our benefactor, may the true God Allah bless you forever!"

Xin Ziqiu was a little unaccustomed to all this, but he did not refuse Huo Shan's thanks, handed him the City of Disillusionment and said:
"If you really thank me, then take your Assassins and leave the Song Dynasty quickly, and don't come back in the future. We don't welcome assassins like you hiding in the dark in the Central Plains."

Huo Shanlian claimed that, in order to convince Xin Ziqiu, he made another oath in the name of Allah, and then asked:

"Benefactor, where did the Prophet go? Will she leave with us?"

Xin Ziqiu shook his head:
"The person you mentioned, whose real name is Bright Moon, is not my human compatriot, but a foreign race from outside the sky. She is not your prophet, she was just using you to do things before. Now she has found her master, even me I don't know where they went."

A look of disappointment appeared on Huo Shan's face, but he didn't ask any more questions, but silently put away the treasure, turned around and hid in the mysterious night.

……

After dealing with these matters, Xin Ziqiu fulfilled his promise to Wang Xuanfu, and without any worries in his heart, he meditated on his bed and made final preparations for tomorrow's martial arts competition.

The scenes of ups and downs in the city of disillusionment made him witness the vicissitudes of history, and he felt infinite sentiments in his heart.

At this time, his divine sense flew into his inner scene, and he saw that the universe born from Hunyuan Wuji Zhenqi also began to slowly change.

Pieces of huge chaotic clouds began to collapse and collapse, spewing out clusters of real energy, turning into stars one after another.

At the same time, the huge galaxies that have formed are also colliding and merging with each other. After exhausting most of their energy, each star becomes unsustainable, gradually dims and cools, and finally experiences an unprecedented explosion, releasing all its energy, and then annihilates.

In his inner universe, he is also constantly experiencing the same rebirth and death, and the true meaning of Tao is confirmed and developed in this continuous cycle.

Comprehending all this with heart, Xin Ziqiu felt that his flesh and blood, true qi and spiritual thoughts began to slowly merge into one, and in the depths of his soul, some unknown power began to germinate, as if it was about to break out of the ground.

Immediately, he felt blessed in his heart, and instead of resisting, he bravely embraced this power and fell into a deep samadhi...

……

(End of this chapter)