Dao Fruit

"Wolf?"

Looking at the ferocious beast with green eyes, Qiu Yan's heart moved, and then his eyes fell on the figure.

This figure walked out of the stone statue. It was an old man of considerable age. He was wearing animal skins and holding a staff. His hands and feet were exposed. He was as skinny as a bone and covered with frostbite.

His face was full of wrinkles, but his eyes were particularly bright. It was because of these eyes that he looked energetic.

What surprised Qiu Yan was that this person was surrounded by rich literary thoughts - this was nothing, it was expected, but other than that, the literary thoughts were also mixed with powerful...

Incense and people’s wishes!

Yes, it is neither incense that simply entrusts thoughts, nor is it the people's wishes gathered unconsciously, but is like the incense thoughts purified by the gods, but it is slightly mixed and chaotic, without a unified consciousness to preside over and control.

After observing for a moment, Qiu Yan held up his hands as a courtesy and said to the man: "Qiu Yan, who came later, has met Su Gong!"

Seeing the person's attire and the staff in his hand, combined with the previous scene, he still couldn't guess his identity. In fact, before he stepped into the gathering point of the Sanshui Tribe, Qiu Yan sensed from a distance on the top of the mountain that he knew There are secrets hidden here.

The man opposite saw it and shook his head slightly: "No need to be polite. Although you and I are of the same race, we are not from the same dynasty after all, so there is no need to make it complicated." The old man's voice was a little low, not hoarse or sinister, but There is a kind of honest meaning, "I lured your Yin spirit out, not to listen to you say this."

Qiu Yan now seems to have sound limbs, but in fact he is just a spirit soul that has been transformed after leaving his body, and he is isolated from Meng Qingbin and others, so he has no idea.

"What does Su Gong want to teach me?" Qiu Yan said this, still having doubts in his heart. He wanted to know what the other party's form of existence was at this time -

There is no doubt that the envoy who once represented Great Yan and sent envoys to Xiongbei has passed away and was buried on the edge of the North Sea, his body turned into a stone statue. Perhaps because of this, the indescribable changes left behind, coupled with the understanding and respect of the idiom Su Gong shepherding sheep by scholars and civilians for hundreds of years, have caused fundamental changes in his form of human existence.

But, it seems. This person has not returned to the underworld, but he has not become a god either - he can be made a god by inheriting the thoughts of all people.

The uncoordinated incense and people's wishes proved that the person had not turned into a god, otherwise he would not be able to control the incense.

"Could it be that the body was transformed into a rock, or was the ancient Huns using some method to immobilize the true spirit and be locked on the shore of the North Sea?"

"You are probably guessing whether I am bound to this land."

At this time, the old man suddenly spoke and explained what Qiu Yan had said. Qiu Yan did not argue and acquiesced to his question. I heard the man continue: "Actually, I am not that person at the beginning. The Su Shi who shepherded sheep here has left long ago. I am just the trace left behind, a consciousness condensed by the thoughts of all people. His thoughts, memories, and temperament are not the same consciousness after all.”

"The traces are combined with the thoughts of all people?" Qiu Yan heard this. He frowned, doubtful and a little wary.

"Yes," the old man nodded. "Persistence to the mission, attachment to the homeland, regret that it is impossible to return to one's roots, and this body that turned into cold rock are all traces left in the world."

Listen to this. Qiu Yan had various thoughts in his heart. He naturally knew that there was a set of order in the world, and human thoughts gathered in one place. It may be temporarily stored in a certain place through some kind of connection, but whether it can give birth to another consciousness is not sure. Just like the sealed gods of Zhou Raozhou, the people's wishes involved in the legal responsibilities have continued to evolve over thousands of years. Gather, accumulate, precipitate.

"That god has been sealed for a long time, and Min Yuan has been settling for an unknown number of years, but no other consciousness has been born. This may be because his body is close enough, or his body is turned into a rock and left outside, or it may be that It’s because the seal is tight enough, but..."

He looked at the figure of the old man across from him, felt the bursts of aura and emotional fluctuations emitted by him, and clearly recognized that these auras and fluctuations were the same as the previous stone statue -

It's full of nostalgia, but also regrets, and more importantly, it's a kind of determination that comes from carrying out your thoughts!

"If this old man is really born with a consciousness that inherits the memory, personality, and way of thinking of the person who left, then what happened to the original owner? If he said he left, did he go to a distant place, or did he no longer exist?"

The old man turned his eyes, as if he could see through Qiu Yan's thoughts, but this time he did not speak directly, but said: "Don't think about so many things. I show up in front of you not to harm you. In fact, you are not the first person." A lot of people from the Central Plains have come here over the past few hundred years."

"Oh? But everyone has the opportunity to enter here?" Qiu Yan said, looking around, he saw snow-white grass with no end in sight.

This is of course not a real scene, but a vast ice field formed by the people's wishes.

This ice field was not condensed deliberately. It was the scene in the hearts of the people, officials, and literati in the Central Plains after the story of Su Gong shepherding sheep spread.

This kind of scene finally constructed through hearsay is inevitably different from the real ice sheet, and is mixed with many elements of idealism.

However, Qiu Yan could understand all these, but the gray wolves scattered all over the grass made him a little confused. He didn't know the reason. Shepherding sheep, others must be thinking of sheep, and the projection was also It should be a sheep, but where is there any trace of sheep here?

Some are wolves that eat sheep.

Over there, the old man shook his head: "Not everyone can see me. It's not a question of whether I want it or not. It's their own qualifications and achievements that are fundamental. People like you have their own cultivation. Of course, You can feel me, but if you are a simple monk, it is difficult to resonate with Wensi. Moreover, I feel a broad spirit in you, which does not come from external forces, but emanates from the bottom of my heart. I think it is from my heart. Splendid can become a classic, and besides..."

As he spoke, he narrowed his eyes slightly, and several illusory lights and shadows were reflected in the slits of his eyes, as if soldiers were charging to kill him.

"Not everyone who comes here can understand the order, let alone the two orders!"

"So, whether you can see your senior depends on yourself?" Qiu Yan asked this question, but the other party did not answer, but his figure dimmed a bit.

"There is not much time. It is your destiny to come here to see me. This time I was summoned by your words and thoughts. I still have things to do, but you are the seed of humanity after all, so just watch the shepherd wolf here. "After saying that, he raised the staff in his hand, pointed it in the air, and made a "crack" sound. The gray wolves scattered in the grass suddenly moved, struggling each other, as if they were being held down by invisible hands. , it was difficult to break free, and then released wild thoughts!

"This is……"

Qiu Yan's eyes lit up, and he actually closed his eyes, releasing his senses and covering his surroundings, capturing and gathering the emotions released by the wild wolf.

Not long after, my soul moved, the four bookshelves circulated, and the long river of history roared out. Many grassland scenes flowed out from the wild wolf, converging into a river, which is also a long river, recording the history of the grassland.

In the distance, the old man who was walking away paused and said: "Huh? I didn't expect that what you have learned is so complicated. You have even dabbled in the historians' tricks. Anyway, now that you are here, everything will be fulfilled." For you!”

Before he finished speaking, the long river formed by the wild wolf flew straight over and collided with Qiu Yan's long river. The two rivers were entangled and slowly merged into one!

The long river swelled, just like the water system that swells during heavy rain!

"Thank you for your kindness, senior!" Qiu Yan said his thanks in a polite and unambiguous way. As soon as his thoughts came to him, the content related to military strategists in the swollen river spread out, gathered in his soul, and merged into the illusory book with a vague cover!

The next moment, the book bloomed with brilliance, temporarily covering up the light of the Yin Spirit itself, flying straight out, and the words on the cover finally became clear——

thing!

As soon as this word was completed, the whole book suddenly transformed, and was about to take shape. Then Qiu Yan changed his mind and stopped the transformation, leaving a little room, and did not truly complete the second classic book.

However, such a move still alarmed the old man. He stopped immediately and couldn't help but sigh: "I thought you were about to achieve the classics, but I didn't expect that you just missed the mark..."

Before he finished his sentence, Qiu Yan's Yin spirit burst out again, being pulled by the "Zhi" department, and the "Zhi" department that had already formed flew out, releasing ripples, and the halo of the hundreds of families integrated into it spread, and again The magical auras of the three great monks, Rouluo Guoshi, Zhiwu Venerable, and Tengu, are expanding.

The surrounding scenery fluctuated like water.

The old man turned his head in surprise and couldn't help but said: "You have already completed a classic? Judging from your Yin spirit, you are not very old, but you have achieved such an achievement! Really..."

Before he could finish another sentence, another illusory book jumped out of Qiu Yan's ghost, which coincided with the two volumes of "Zhi" and "Shi" and echoed each other. In the three volumes, there were waves of strange auras, gathering in the center. It is in the shape of a fourth ethereal book, as misty as mist, as if a gust of wind can blow it away.

But this scene made the old man's eyes flash a little brightly, and he sighed: "It's true that there are talented people from generation to generation. I didn't expect that you not only accomplished one book, but you are about to cast another one, and the remaining one is already there." There is a prototype, and there is something else between the three volumes. It is really eye-opening for me to become the fourth classic!"

Before he finished speaking, Qiu Yan's soul changed again, and the fire in the hearts of all the people suddenly changed. A little secret deep in the flame was pulled out by an inexplicable force, reorganized layer by layer, and finally condensed into the shape of a flame!

The projection of humanistic fire!

The old man's words suddenly stopped!

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