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The green light around Qiuqiu was just enough for her to see the corner of Elder Zhou's robe clearly, but she couldn't see anything more.

Not far away, when Qiuqiu looked back, she couldn't see where she was just now.

But she could feel that Shi'er was right there, waiting for her there.

Thinking of this Qiuqiu gives me confidence.

Elder Zhou led Qiuqiu across a very long stone cable bridge. Those bridge cables were all connected by rings carved in stone. No sound at all.

Who built this bridge?

Elder Zhou has never met her before, so what else do you want to say to her?

After crossing the stone cable bridge and going up a long stone step, Elder Zhou stopped.

Qiuqiu stopped after her, but she still couldn't see clearly, and she couldn't ask if she had any questions.

Is this here?

Elder Zhou took a step to the side of the road: "The road ahead, Qiu Zhangfeng can go by himself."

Huh?Mr. Zhou, is it really appropriate for you to lead people halfway and just throw your hands away without asking?

Qiuqiu Xin said that if the time and place were changed, she would have to turn around and run to shout for help.

Qiuqiu tentatively took a step forward.

Nothing out of the ordinary.

The ground under his feet has not been deliberately leveled, and there are some potholes.Stepping on the thin soles made the soles of the feet uncomfortable.

Her footsteps were not loud, but a faint echo could be heard along the way.The sound of her fine footsteps spread far away and was bounced back, lingering in her ears.

This section of the road seems to be getting narrower and narrower.

She holds out her hand.Unsurprisingly, he touched the stone wall.

There are patterns on the stone wall, which are not smooth.

The green light around her body allowed her to vaguely see the outline of those patterns.

The carvings seem to be some coherent narrative pictures.

Above the mountains and rivers, there are birds and beasts.

Of course, there are people.

Qiuqiu's ability to read pictures and speak is not strong, but it can be seen that there are nine people in the picture, and the clothes are not ordinary people.

In the next picture, what kind of ceremony are they doing.

These are...the first founders of Feng Jiu?

Qiuqiu looked down, and there were more people below.There are many people, and there are many disciples, which are quite prosperous. It seems that these murals should tell the history of Jiufeng's founding school.

Ninth Peak heard that he was in charge of the inheritance of the sect, so he should be able to see some things here that cannot be seen elsewhere.

Qiuqiu walked forward step by step. I don't know who carved the murals.The lines are simple, but the textures are clear and lifelike.

Qiuqiu even forgot her original intention, and the more she watched, the more fascinated she became.

In the beginning, everything was simple.All the people are full of energy and thinking in one place.Make efforts in one place, what happens in the process.Simple and touching.

But after more and more people, gradually, everything before gradually changed.The disciples were not in harmony with each other. On the mural in front of Qiuqiu, there was a person lying on the ground, dead.

The cause may be due to the rivalry between the disciples, or it may be due to grudges and grudges...

But anyway.This unexpected death was the beginning, and a chaotic time ensued.To get justice for him.More Renmen were involved in this dispute, and more and more people died.

Finally, someone came out and cleaned up the mess.

This person is Feng Jiu's first palm.

He should be a fair person, and everyone is willing to accept his mediation and disposal.

Qiuqiu's footsteps stopped.

She saw the torturers, who appeared for the first time in the pictures on the stone wall.

In the past, she felt that the existence of the executioner was terrifying.

But now it seems that if there is no deterrence and order from the prisoner, the reality may appear even more terrifying.

No rules no standards.Besides, if so many people get together, if they go their own way without any scruples—maybe the sect of Feng Jiu would cease to exist long ago.

The murals are definitely not the product of the same era, and the texture of the brush strokes of the carved paintings is also slightly different, but the narrative method is the same, very objective, and the stand seems calm and ruthless, recording all this purely from the perspective of a bystander.

The picture above is clear at a glance, without a word of annotation or description.Perhaps everyone who sees these murals will have a completely different understanding and feeling.

Qiuqiu took a deep breath and continued to walk forward.

For a period of time, Feng Jiu fell into chaos, and even lost power for a while.But then everyone worked together again to revive the sect again.

The process of this effort is inspiring.

Later, Qiuqiu deliberately searched for the palms of the Ninth Peak inside.

But they rarely appear.

The peak master of the Seventh Peak has always been single-handed. He doesn't even have a boy to serve him, and almost never accepts any disciples. He is a standard loner.Compared with other peaks, the seventh peak is silent and lonely.But among these major events in the history of the Nine Peaks, there are many places where the figure of the seventh peak can be found.

Qiuqiu stopped again.

On the screen is a woman drawing a formation with blood and spiritual power all over her body.

Although everything on the screen is black and white, including the blood that is flowing, it is a shockingly dry ink color, but the tragic scene seems to be unfolding in front of your eyes.

This is also a former leader of the Seventh Peak.

With an almost awe-inspiring mood, Qiuqiu lightly touched the stone wall with her fingertips, and skimmed over the huge and complex formation.

Many questions are answered at this time.

Everything on the stone wall made Qiuqiu see a real and complete Nine Peaks.

How was this sect established, how many winds and rains it has experienced, and how many amazing and brilliant people have appeared.Although there are internal and external difficulties, it has always stood firm, adhered to the original heart, and has never been defeated or defeated.

...Ah, this is...

Senior Shang?

Qiuqiu opened her eyes wide.Look closely.

That's right, it's Senior Shang Zhen.

Holding a pen, pulling the front of his clothes, standing beside the flowers and starting to draw, apart from Senior Shang Zhen, there is probably no other person in Jiufeng's history.

The pen in her hand was also very familiar.

Isn't that Moshuang?

Her eyes are full of only painting, she is really a painting idiot.Except for painting, probably everything else in this world is out of her eyes.

Senior Shang seems to be a very simple person, except for painting.She doesn't pay attention to anything else, or if she wants to pay attention, she doesn't understand at all.She didn't feel the intrigue outside at all, and she didn't care about others' wooing or ostracizing her, and she didn't even notice any difference at all.

In the end, the paper cranes she wrote turned into real cranes, breaking out of the paper, and Shang Zhen disappeared from there.

Everyone said that she was enlightened and ascended.

But Qiuqiu really couldn't figure it out.

What is the feeling of Enlightenment?

People after ascension.Where did it all go?

Qiuqiu suddenly thought of a slogan he had heard in his previous life.

It seems to rush out of the earth and into the universe?

She couldn't help laughing.

Certainly not.

All this cannot be explained by scientific principles.

Just like what she is experiencing now, it completely overturned all the knowledge she had learned in her previous life.

For example, where does the spiritual power in the body come from?

How can a person break through gravity and fly?

Not to mention those real elders who are hundreds of years old and still alive and kicking.

There is nothing that can be explained by those principles.

Of course, the seventh peak is not the only thing on the stone wall.

There is also the inheritance of the Ninth Peak.The mystery of the palm of the Ninth Peak is much more serious than that of the Seventh Peak.No matter who they were before, once they become the palm of the Ninth Peak, they will disappear from everyone's sight.Living in seclusion, he has lived in the Ninth Peak, which is almost isolated from the world, for a long time.

It's really not easy.

Do things that most people don't understand.Even hated and feared.The friends gradually drifted away, and the same door even slowly and completely forgot about this person.

The inheritor is so lonely and heavy.

The things described on the screen are getting closer and closer.

Qiuqiu became nervous unconsciously.

Yet another dastardly murder in the mural.

If it happened within the sect, the same sect would kill each other.

The murdered person should be Shi'er's mother and the former leader of Seventh Peak.

Qiuqiu stood in front of the stone wall.He was so nervous that he completely held his breath.

How could there be such a vicious person.

This happens.

Qiuqiu felt something stuck in her chest, which made her unable to breathe.

This is not the first time she has seen such a crime in a mural.But other things are too far away from her after all.She didn't know those people, she didn't have friendship, and she didn't care about them.When I saw it, I felt a sigh of relief at most.

But this time is different.

This is Shi'er's mother, and Qiuqiu can feel a kind of pain on her skin at this time.

She tightly grasped the skirt of her chest, as if this could suppress the blood and impulse rushing in her chest.

She stood in front of this mural for a while, then slowly moved forward.

This road is like a road of time. She has passed through this long time, and this short journey seems to have gone through thousands of years of vicissitudes.

"what……"

Qiuqiu was surprised.

She saw a person appearing in the painting.

A... little girl.

She came to Jiufeng with Shi'er, who looked like a teenager, and settled down in Fengxian Pavilion.

She doesn't look childish, but she and Shi'er seem very close, and they don't look out of place at all.

This is……

Qiuqiu's fingertips gently touched her face, her hair, her clothes...

This is, this is...

She already had the answer in her heart, but she wasn't sure yet.

This is, herself.

It was Qiuqiu in the past.

It is her forgotten past.

Facing the still and frozen mural, Qiuqiu was nervous and out of breath.

She didn't expect to see herself in it.

She was so curious about the past, but no one could tell her from the beginning in detail what she had done and what she had experienced. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation.)

ps: It rained and cooled down today. .