The witch looks at her moves

Chapter 43 The ghost cannot be found
  "Two thousand years ago, there was a tragic internal fight in the old craftsman's office, known in history as the Iron Fire Rebellion. After that civil war, the best craftsmen gathered together, demolished all the war weapons, and used them to build Yuhua. The prototype of heaven serves as an outlet for the desire for power.

At the same time, the martial arts secret books from the old craftsman's institute were also confiscated and sealed in the Ghost Car Tower. New secret books obtained later will also be transported here one by one, totaling more than 15,000. "

Xu Yan slowly introduced the origin of this ghost carriage tower and told the significance of each layer of books. This is a museum of history. Even though the river bed of time has dried up, the traces left behind are indelible:

"This tower has six floors, each containing secret books from six different eras. The top is an ancient secret book from five thousand years ago, which records many ancient forbidden arts and spells. The fifth floor stores secret books from four thousand years ago. , it was the age of weapons, and countless magical weapons and magic weapons that have been passed down to this day were forged in that era.

The fourth floor stores secret books between three thousand and four thousand years ago. It was the age of magic, and strange and strange spells emerged in endlessly. The third floor stores secret books between two thousand and three thousand years ago. They are the gold of casual cultivators. In this era, there are countless strange people and scholars.

In the next thousand years, the immortals established a country, fought constantly among themselves, and united due to the invasion of demons, forming the largest and most unified country in history, the West King Kingdom. As the national war ended, the West King Country also fell apart and became the There are hundreds of sects, but the name of Xijing Kingdom has been preserved.

Therefore, this millennium is the era of the sect, and what is in front of you now is the secret book of this era. "

The history of the world slowly unfolds. Under this statement, the grand demon tower also seems small and cramped.

Su Zhen looked at the neatly stacked secret books of different thicknesses around him and couldn't help but ask:

"Where should I start? Five thousand years ago?"

According to Su Zhen's experience in reading online novels, the older the secret book, the stronger it is.

"Five thousand years ago?"

Xu Yan smiled and shook his head, "Those things carved on stones and animal skins can only be viewed as antiques and are not suitable for learning. They have fallen behind a long time ago, and a large part of the secret books have problems that cannot be reproduced at all.

Many spells were quickly eliminated, and only regained their glory after a thousand years of weaponry. Many spells that were once considered unsolvable were also cracked one by one in the years that followed, and new spells often emerged. When he was born, he was astonished. "

It turns out that the spell has gone through countless iterations and updates.

Su Zhen nodded thoughtfully and asked, "Isn't the current spell the best?"

"That's not right either."

Xu Yan still shook his head and said: "Generally speaking, is a country more powerful that is far away from disputes and is in a peaceful corner, or a country that is surrounded by powerful enemies and is often in danger of destruction?"

"Of course it's the latter."

Su Zhen is not an unlearned person and can easily understand the principle of "being born in sorrow and dying in happiness".

"Thousands of years ago, it was the time when the war between humans and demons was most intense. Humans once faced the disaster of annihilation. In that era, countless unimaginable spells were invented, and there were various methods of cultivation, such as eating parents raw, refining the body in oil pots, and skinning Appalling methods such as deboning were common at the time. In order to gain strength, they were more cruel to themselves than to their enemies.

Some of these spells have been preserved, some were abandoned in peacetime, and most were lost during the war, but there is no doubt that that was the era when human magic was at its peak. "

Xu Yan briefly described that period of history, which was not ancient. A complicated look flashed in his eyes. It was unclear whether it was yearning or disgust. He climbed up the stairs and said, "Follow me."

Su Zhen and Feng Hua followed Xu Yan to the second floor.

The lights were dim.

As soon as Su Zhen reached the second floor, he saw neatly arranged wooden cabinets. They looked like city walls cut with a knife. They stood majestically in the dim ancient building, symbolizing the unattainable Taoism.

The cabinet contains not books, but bamboo slips woven from cowhide rope. Each of them is numbered and stored according to category.

Su Zhen walked among the bookshelves, and there were whispers in his ears, as if someone was hiding in the dark and pointing at him.

"You can just read it by yourself. If you encounter something you don't understand, you can ask me questions at any time." Xu Yan said.

"Looking for books on your own? There are thousands of books in such a big library, how do I know how to choose?" Su Zhen felt confused.

"No one knows how to choose. Just like falling in love with someone, you never carve a specific image in your heart and search according to it. The moment you fall in love with someone is sudden, it seems to be related to everything, and it seems to be related to everything. Everything has nothing to do with it, and the same goes for finding a suitable secret book. The amazing skills of a great master may not be suitable for you. An inconspicuous spell may allow you to create a new world. I believe in the fate of this world, it will give you a new world. The answer you want." Xu Yan said calmly.

"Thank you, senior, for your advice." Su Zhen nodded with understanding.

After hearing this, Feng Hua let out a sigh and asked, "Senior, are you expressing your feelings?"

"You're a very curious girl."

Xu Yan was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said: "That was fifty-three years ago. I fell in love with a female Taoist priest from Nixiang Mountain. She once went crazy during the battle and killed a companion. She was After regaining consciousness, he was full of regrets. He refused the opportunity given by his ancestor to make meritorious deeds, and took the initiative to come to the old craftsman's house to seek death.

She said that she wanted to be made into a robe to protect the Taoist priests of Nixiang Mountain from the claws and flames of demons forever. She was sent to me, and I stayed with her for twenty-four days and three hours. She has I have never seen a calmness. She can face everything calmly, including death. I don't know when I fell in love with her. I never said it, and she may not know it. "

"It turns out you are a Taoist priest from Nixiang Mountain. No wonder the way you speak is so like them." Feng Hua said.

"It's very similar."

Xu Yan knew the answer, but still asked himself.

"It's very similar."

Feng Hua didn't have many dealings with Taoist priests, but she was very determined.

Xu Yan remembered something and smiled silently. He retreated lightly and blended into the darkness behind.

Feng Hua looked at the countless books and sighed: "If I had come to a place like this ten years ago, I would have indulged myself in it all day long, forgetting to eat and sleep. It's a pity..."

The sighs dispersed faintly in the library.

Su Zhen looked at Feng Hua's beautiful face, thinking that she would disappear soon, and couldn't help feeling sad.

Grief is meaningless. He can only stubbornly believe in his own specialness and look for a "way to break the situation" that he doesn't know exists.

Su Zhen put aside his distracting thoughts and pondered the fate mentioned by Xu Yan. He walked around in the library and picked up the bamboo slips to read.

The words on the bamboo slips came from different regions, countries and even sects. Su Zhen knew nothing about it, but this body had a natural translation ability. After his eyes touched the words, their meanings were clearly conveyed to his heart.

This is indeed a strange and gorgeous era.

There are more than three hundred magic spells about flames. Skilled monks not only refine the temperature of the flames, but can also disguise them as delicate flowers. If an ignorant person picks the flowers, they will be burned out in an instant.

Of course, there are also experts who criticize that such fire spells are not clever. They are obsessed with the shape and temperature of fire and have always fallen behind. Flame can be a symbol of everything, obsession, hatred, and desire, but it It must be ashes in the end.

Fire is the shadow of ashes.

There is fire, there is nature, there is feng shui, thunder and lightning, and they are all endowed with different meanings that transcend themselves.

In addition to these common things, powerful monks have also created many incredible skills. Some have developed eyes to observe the future, some can sleep in the ground like cicadas, and some immortals have even developed six pairs of arms. They spread out behind them like wings and can activate twelve different spells at the same time.

These secret books are the crystallization of the lives of many powerful monks who have left their names in history. Although they have miraculous uses, they are ancient and obscure. People without talent will just waste their time if they force themselves to practice.

Time passes unconsciously.

Walking to a certain secret book, Su Zhen's heart moved. It was a yellowed ancient paper book with the words "Useless Sutra" written on it. He opened the secret book with intuition, but was grabbed by the first line. Eyeballs:
  Today, I was chased by twelve rebels, trapped in Liuyun Valley, suffering from hunger and disease, and my death is approaching. I am ashamed of my mentor, and failed to master the unique skills passed down by my master. Today, I die, and this unique skill will also be lost, so I will It is carved on the stone wall, and I hope that people who are destined to learn from it will carry it forward.

This secret book should have been copied from the stone wall, but it was copied extremely carefully, retaining the original scrawled strokes.

They blow like snowflakes, and the hatred and regret in them are so sympathizing that they can't help but sigh.

'Is this the secret book I'm looking for? '

Su Zhen had an intuition in his heart and continued to look down.

It did not immediately tell about the method of cultivation, but first talked about his own life experience. The author was a poor child. His family was destroyed when he was five years old. His sister who escaped with him was caught by the bandits on the way to escape and was humiliated. He died, and he who was lucky enough to survive vowed to kill all his enemies without leaving a trace...

Su Zhen looked at it, and he seemed to be fascinated. He seemed to have become that child with a tragic fate. After experiencing a rough life, he died unwillingly in the snowy valley.

His heart was like a stone sinking slowly to the bottom of the lake, becoming cold in depression and pain.

"Yu Yue! What are you looking at!"

Feng Hua's scolding sounded like thunder. Su Zhen was startled and woke up. Only then did he see that snow-white arms stretched out one after another on the page of the book and were firmly grasping his body. The words on it changed. It became a gaping mouth, sucking something from him.

As Su Zhen woke up, these soft arms also retracted into the book. Looking at the book again, it was still an ancient book, and there was clearly not a word in it!
  "It's a trap."

Su Zhen suddenly understood and felt even more surprised. No matter how careful he was, he never thought that he would be attacked by books in the library.

"There are too many uneasy and well-meaning monks. You can't slack off no matter where you are." Feng Hua reminded.

"I understand."

After this incident, Su Zhen became more cautious.

In the next few hours, he studied many secret books.

He saw the sword technique of squeezing the air and slicing in all directions, saw the spell of continuously amplifying people's emotions, and even read about the magic technique of the previous generation of the founder of Nixiang Mountain that could make time flow back briefly. However, after thinking about it again and again, Su Zhen There is no choice. As he walked, he came to the end of one end. Su Zhen looked at the categories marked on the first floor of the bookshelf and couldn't help but frown.

"Acacia?"

This is also a frequent visitor in various novels, but it usually doesn't make it onto the stage. Books about it are stacked up on four large bookshelves. At a glance, most of them are about methods of harvesting yin and replenishing yang, and there are also some books about monks and female nuns. Practice illustrations.

Among them is a book called "Dream Happiness Picture", the author is unknown. It is said that when you open it, you can see a picture of himself and the woman he likes making love. It is so beautiful and beautiful that the fake is confused with the real. Su Zhen was slightly moved, but there was no additional movement. He didn't Hope that a book can peek into consciousness.

He was determined and continued to move forward.

Su Zhen discovered that there was a brightly colored picture drawn on the wall near these books. It was a big bird with a red flame tail, stretching out its golden wings that covered the sky and the sun. It was supposed to be a majestic god. The bird has a head that is incompatible with its body.

A head full of eyeballs looked like a peeled pomegranate. At first glance, Su Zhen, who was already slightly paranoid, felt nauseated and his scalp was numb, and goosebumps kept rising.

"What is this?" Su Zhen couldn't help but ask.

Xu Yan appeared at the right time, as if he had never left.

He looked at the mural and explained: "It is the Golden Jieyu Che, who was once a demon king. It is said that it likes to rob human women, especially beauties. Each of its eyeballs is a world, and every world There is a peerless beauty imprisoned in Lidu. When the demon sparrows were rampant, the beauty would often disappear mysteriously. However, fifteen hundred years ago, it was besieged and killed by human monks."

Su Zhen couldn't imagine that those little eyes squeezed together were actually the prisons of female fairies.

"There is such an evil monster in the world?" Su Zhen couldn't help but sigh.

"There is also a more romantic version of the story of Jin Jie Yu Cha. In this story, it is a great demon who values ​​love and righteousness, and is extremely obsessed with the beauty of the world. It does not want to see beautiful women die, so , every time a peerless beauty is killed, it will appear, gather her soul, and let her spend the rest of her life in the illusory world of Pupil."

Xu Yan smiled and said: "People who practice Acacia Magic believe deeply in this version of the story, so they worship Jin Jie Yu Cha very much and regard it as a god. If you want, you can also believe in it."

But this is meaningless. More than a thousand years have passed, and the truth cannot be investigated. Both the demon king and the beauty have disappeared.

Seeing Su Zhen wandering here, Xu Yan kept a meaningful smile and asked:
  "Are you interested in these spells?"

"This is not what I'm looking for." Su Zhen had no intention of browsing.

He walked along the wall to the other side.

The colorful paintings on the walls are all of the famous demon kings from thousands of years ago. Time has also been mixed into them as paint, peeling off some colors, and the ancient meaning is mottled with vicissitudes of life.

Xu Yan noticed Su Zhen's strong interest and enthusiastically introduced him one by one: "This is the Moon-Serving Silver Fox, the master of Liuli Mountain, a great demon who can understand all thoughts. According to legend, in ancient times, its ancestors ate A bright star called the moon appeared, plunging the night sky into darkness."

If it hadn't been for Xu Yan's introduction, Su Zhen wouldn't have recognized it as a fox. In the picture, it was very bloated, with hair like thorns, like a silver porcupine perched on a cliff, and its head couldn't even be found.

"Moon? There was a moon at night before... um, a big shining star?" Su Zhen suddenly realized something was wrong.

"It's just a legend, no one has ever actually seen it." Xu Yan said.

Su Zhen wondered, could it be that this planet once had a moon-like satellite, but then it disappeared for unknown reasons.

Thinking about it, he walked to the next mural.

Compared with the porcupine-like fox, this monster is much smaller and more beautiful. It is like a rabbit and a cat, and its body is white with only a red mark on its forehead.

"This is the False Immortal, the demon king who can change all things. It likes to lie to people. If the lie it tells is not seen through, then the lie will become the truth. Countless monks have been deceived by it. It has even been a monk for more than ten years. The host of Dazhao Yuan, if he hadn't been too immersed in chanting sutras and was revolted by the sutras, and took the initiative to reveal his true form, I don't know how long he could have been deceived."

Xu Yan stopped and stopped moving forward. He said: "There were more than 20 demon kings back then. They had no one to lead them. They fought independently and refused to obey anyone. This also laid hidden dangers for their subsequent failure. The remaining demon kings are all painted on other walls. If you want to know more about them, I can take you to see them."

"No need."

Although Su Zhen was very interested in these, it was not the purpose of his trip after all. He didn't want to waste any more time before finding a suitable secret book.

While walking, Su Zhen thought of something again and asked, "Are demons the only enemies of humans?"

"Everyone's enemy is different."

Xu Yan's answer was somewhat off-topic, and he smiled and said: "No matter humans or monsters, those of the same race are always the ones who do the most harm, but they often don't see this. They only stubbornly hate enemies thousands of miles away, thinking that they are the source of all evil."

Su Zhen nodded lightly and asked: "Apart from demons, are there other, um... unexplainable beings in the world?"

The smile that had been hanging on Xu Yan's face gradually faded.

He stared at Su Zhen, his childish face full of innocence and curiosity: "My little friend, did you see something?"

Su Zhen did see it.

When Lu Qi killed the monk Shanci, a terrifying spider-shaped life appeared behind him. Su Zhen was very worried about this. He couldn't get an explanation from his godmother, so he wanted to try to find it on his own.

"I'm not sure if that's an illusion." Su Zhen said.

"Is it really true? Are the things recorded in those books true?" Xu Yan said to himself.

"What book?" Su Zhen asked.

"In the past hundred years, Ghost Che Tower has received many secret books. In addition to martial arts and mental techniques, the secret books also contain many nonsense words of monks during their lifetime. From those scattered words, I vaguely noticed that this There seems to be something new in the world that has never existed before. They are different from humans and monsters and are hard to describe." Xu Yan fell into short memories.

"Since it's hard to describe, how did the monks write it down?" Su Zhen was even more curious.

"No monks recorded their shapes. It was more of an emotion. They repeatedly said that they saw it, they saw it, but they couldn't tell what they saw."

Xu Yan sighed and recounted several stories he had heard over the past hundred years:
  "There was a monk named Wang Jia. He was accused of stealing the sect's secret book. After being beaten for a few days in prison, he couldn't bear it anymore, so he lied to others and said that he could write down the secret book from memory. In fact, he wanted to take the opportunity to end it. .

But somehow, in one night, he really wrote a brand new secret book. After the sect got the secret book, they were crazy and practiced day and night. A month later, guests from other sects came to visit and discovered that these monks All the heads have disappeared, but they are still alive and dancing. "

"There is a monk named Huaiguang. He insists that he has obtained a sutra. The secret of becoming a Buddha is hidden in that sutra. However, no one can see the book except him, but he insists that he has it. Read it out loud every day.

After that, his words and deeds became more and more strange, and he even said that he was the only human being in the entire temple, and that the other monks had been replaced by yaksha ghosts, which would cause trouble to the people sooner or later. After killing three fellow apprentices in a row, he was arrested and sent to the Old Craftsman's Institute. "

"There is a farmer named Lu Qiang from Meigu. He insists that there is a toad spirit in the village. The toad spirit has a head full of tumors, a chin covered with beard-like fleshy tentacles, and eyes under its armpits.

I brought him a mirror to show him and told him that this is what you look like now. The farmer was distraught and said that he was harmed by the toad spirit, not because he practiced evil skills, but that the monks in Meigu had wronged him. "

Plum Valley?

Su Zhen immediately remembered the story Qi Xia told.

Qi Xia's hometown was in Meigu, and was later destroyed by a group of weirdos called the Six Immortals of Meigu. Could the massacre of the village by this group of weirdos be related to the toad that the old farmer said?
  "What could these things be?" Su Zhen knew that Xu Yan read a lot and hoped to find some clues.

"Unless you see it with your own eyes, it's just speculation and meaningless." Xu Yan said regretfully.

Su Zhen asked no more questions.

Xu Yan didn't say anything more. He disappeared in front of a mural of the Demon King, as if he had gotten into the monster's eyes.

Su Zhen walked alone in the dim library, his eyes passing over the bamboo slips one by one.

I don’t know how much time passed.

The previous feeling of resonance reappeared.

Even after experiencing a trap, he still stopped unconsciously.

It was a bookcase in the corner.

It is as majestic as a tower, but there is only a few scrolls, which looks out of place.

Its classification is even weirder, and those three words seem to be forcibly pieced together.

"Lu, Zhai, Yuan?"

Su Zhen read out these three words one by one and couldn't help but ask: "What kind of spell is this?"

The person who answered him was not Xu Yan, but Feng Hua, who had disappeared for a long time: "This is not a spell, this is a person's name."

Feng Hua stood side by side with him, looking at the words engraved on the bookshelf together, and said in surprise:

"Lu Zhaiyuan, the number one master a thousand years ago, I couldn't tell enough stories about her for three days and three nights. I didn't expect that the Ghost Car Tower would actually have a collection of her martial arts."

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