Dao Fruit

There are killings in troubled times, singing and dancing in prosperous times, dynasties changing, and vicissitudes of life.

"Huh? These scenes that appear in my mind actually take on the appearance of a long river of history!"

In just a moment, Qiu Yan recognized the essence of the scene. He even saw the destruction of the previous dynasty and the previous dynasties of Darui.

Contents that can usually be read in history books clearly appeared before Qiu Yan's eyes.

Along with it, there are pure thoughts that fall into the divine body and seep into the divine power stars and the central divine pool.

The stars are becoming more and more refined, and the divine power is boiling; the divine pool is slowly expanding, and the incense is stirring. Brand-new stars are blooming, and streams of incense ruffle the pond water.

"This kind of pure thought is close to the way of heaven and earth. Only the natural breath in the talisman of the innate spirit can interfere and mobilize. No wonder the ruins can only be opened by the innate spirit."

At the same time, Qiu Yan also discovered that the legal domain around the god himself was showing signs of distortion, and the lines of cause and effect were revealed, releasing the breath of history.

On the other side, Bai Wenpan and Huang Jue, who were immersed in pure thoughts, changed again. The causal lines on their bodies also changed, releasing the breath of history.

These breaths were drawn out by the dark space and gradually disappeared.

"Could it be that for every person or god who enters here, the historical aura of their era will be absorbed and recorded by some kind of power? Therefore, as thoughts are passed on, the scene of the change of dynasties and the rise and fall of the dynasty can be presented in the mind?"

Qiu Yan's guess could not be confirmed, but he realized at the same time that this was a rare opportunity. As soon as he thought about it, the water in the divine pond suddenly started to roll, and he saw a bookshelf flying out, with the word "History" marked on the top of the bookshelf.

This is part of the soul condensed by the scholar's clone, transmitted through the black hole.

As soon as the bookshelf of the History Department appeared, the scenes of the long river of history rushed over, were sucked into the bookshelf, manifested and condensed into volumes of books, and fell on the shelf.

As time went by, the number of books gradually increased.

On the other hand, pure thoughts also filled the divine body of the deity. Stars of divine power quickly formed, and the central divine pool also expanded rapidly. Every drop of water in the pool exuded the artistic conception of incense and thoughts.

Above the divine pool, the core talisman is also wrapped in a ball of pure thoughts, washed and refined.

Suddenly, an unconscious thought appeared in his heart without any warning, allowing Qiu Yan to instantly master the method of opening the ruins.

"This method of opening actually ignites and explodes these pure thoughts! However, as long as the ruins have not been opened, there will not be much noise. The people in the crater will naturally not be able to discover it, so there is no need to rush."

Thinking like this, the god himself collected his mind, fell into silence, and fully comprehended the changes in the long river of history, feeling the atmosphere where rise and fall could only occur in a single thought.

There are more and more books on the bookshelf of the History Department, and the stars in the divine body are getting brighter and brighter.

"If this situation lasts for a few years, I don't know how much the harvest will be. Unfortunately, it is just an extravagant hope. Not to mention that if you stay here for forty-nine days, you will be excluded. Pure thoughts cannot be generated out of thin air. It should be through A certain method has been condensed and accumulated for a long time to achieve today's appearance. Once it is fully absorbed, I don't know how many years it will take to fully regain the old outlook."

As soon as the thought of absorbing all the pure thoughts appeared, he was suppressed by Qiu Yan. He knew very well that pure thoughts were not endless. He and others could absorb some opportunities. If they were too greedy and no thoughts ignited or exploded in the end, it would be impossible. You won't be able to open the ruins, it's a small gain but a big loss.

In the darkness and silence, the god himself slowly closed his eyes and let time flow.

……………………

On the fifth day after the original figure fell silent at the entrance to the ruins, Qiu Yan’s scholar clone finally arrived at the destination of his trip——

Wuxin City.

Wuxin City is located at the junction of the two prefectures. To the west is Yuanning Prefecture, to the east is Rongzhou Prefecture, and to the south is the territory of Wuxi Marsh. You can vaguely feel it from afar!

If there is a living soul here, even if it is not daytime, it will have a hard time resisting the blood energy of the battlefield, and it will be easily shattered by the impact.

There are no villages outside the city, but there are companies of soldiers and soldiers. Occasionally, you can see farming areas, all of which are strictly guarded.

As soon as the carriage the scholar's clone was riding entered the confines of Wuxin City, it was surrounded by several soldiers. They interrogated it for a while and even searched it. Only after Niu Meng took out his token and answered a few questions did he let him go.

Even so, there were still two riders in military uniforms accompanying them all the way, clearly monitoring them.

"The people here are really fierce." Guide Zhang looked at the two riders carefully and complained in a low voice. He had just been pulled off the car and had to be searched.

Qiu Yan figured out the key and said: "This is an important military camp. We are on the alert. There may be disputes at any time. That's why it is so heavily guarded. I think that throughout the year, there will be a lot of spies and spies like me dressed like this." , come to spy.”

As soon as he finished speaking, one of the riders said: "You, a scholar, have some knowledge, and you are better than the people before. Those poor people before, when they talk about body searches, they talk about integrity and backbone, but they don't know that if we are negligent, Not only will he be criticized and punished by his superiors, but he may also be harmed, and there is no room for any mistakes. "

The two riders were young, but their faces were stern, giving off a casual look. They were wearing armor and had long knives hanging from their waists, but as soon as they opened their mouths, the chilling air disappeared.

Qiu Yan was neither humble nor arrogant, he just said: "It is natural to have integrity and integrity, but it is not something you shout out."

Another rider said: "Looking at you, you must be here for the lady."

"Why do you think so?" Qiu Yan asked with a smile.

"In the past two years, many scholars have come here..."

The two riders were surprisingly talkative and started chatting with Qiu Yan. They soon became familiar with each other. Qiu Yan also knew their names. The older one with a beard was Yang Huang, and the younger one with a pretty face was Liu Hong.

"...The famous talents in Jiannan Road also came here? I have heard of the names of Fang Ziyan and Gu Yanzhi. They are both amazing people. They passed the examination for scholars two years ago, but did not participate in the provincial examination. It is rumored that the two of them were studying hard in seclusion and wanted to make a name for themselves. I didn't expect that they were in Wuxin City and wanted to get close to each other and leave behind the story of talented men and beautiful women." Qiu Yan heard a lot of information in the conversation with the two riders.

Liu Hong sneered after hearing this: "I don't know if they are talented people, but they are all traitors who look down on us who eat military rations. However, they are more afraid of the swamp people than their own grandfathers. They are submissive and dare not breathe! Little do they know that the swamp people will take a detour when they see us!"

"Don't say more." Yang Huang was older and more stable after all, so he stopped him.

"I don't know..." Qiu Yan was about to say something, but was interrupted by a "ding-dong" sound next to him. He turned his head and saw several soldiers escorting a group of ragged people with shackles and shackles passing by and walking towards the farming land.

"Huh?"

Looking at the scattered ornaments hanging on the group of people, Qiu Yan recognized that they were dressed as swamp people, and immediately understood, but did not ask.

Yang Huang and Liu Hong naturally didn't say much. As the group entered the city and arrived at the posthouse, the two said goodbye and left, going back to report.

After that, Zhang the guide hurriedly asked for the carriage and left. As for the coachman Niu Meng, he didn't want to stay any longer and said goodbye with a fist.

"Mr. Qiu, now that I'm here, I have to go back and report to the master."

"So, see you later."

"See you later."

After a few days of getting along, Qiu Yan and Niu Meng have become friends. Although he is a demon, he is honest and there is no reason to embarrass him, so he lets him go.

In a blink of an eye, people dispersed.

"Gathering and parting, that's how it is."

Shaking his head, Qiu Yan followed the clerk of the post station into the post station.

When he entered, he saw a group of blue-shirted scholars, standing or sitting, some talking, some reading, and some playing chess, all different.

"Is this a post station or a school? There are so many scholars gathered here, and judging from their attire, they all have achievements."

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