The Lord who use immortals as food

Pei Ye carefully finished writing the last stroke and handed the letter to [Liu Feng] to send away. Then he picked up Zhaoyou again and entered the cold environment of those decades ago again.

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Three days after it happened.

In that unfamiliar courtyard, Qu Zhu sat alone under the starry and cold night, his eyes glowing faintly in the darkness.

Qu Zhoufu pushed the door gently and entered, bringing a candle. Qu Zhu did not look back, still leaning on the back of the chair, his eyes reflecting the night.

"Senior brother." Qu Zhoufu called softly, but received no response.

He held the fire lamp, came to the man and sat down gently: "Master is doing it for your own good. He told me that Hushan Jianmen has been here like this for thousands of years. It doesn't need any revitalization, and you don't have to bear this burden. Your talents are so good, no matter from formation, weapon or sword, you are enough to reach the top level of Xilong."

Qu Zhu said nothing.

"Master said that I have a down-to-earth mind and my vision is not that high." In the quiet courtyard, the junior brother was silent for a while, then lowered his head and said softly, "It's quite appropriate to be a person who sticks to his career."

"I think what Master said is right. I don't like to travel far. If I want to play on weekdays, I just go to Yangzhou City and I'm satisfied. Unlike you, who lives far away from home, and you just go to the foot of Tianshan Mountain when you hear about swordsmanship. Go down and listen. If you find someone who is interested in singing and selling, just head to the south. It seems that the entire Xilong Road is just a small town in your eyes." Qu Zhoufu continued, "If you let you go and pursue your future, it won't matter anyway. It won’t affect anything, right? You should go out if you want to, and come back if you want to come back. If there is anything you need help from Hushan Jianmen in the future, I will write to you. By then, you must also be a famous grand master in Xilong."

Qu Zhoufu looked at the man who was still silent and said with some hesitation: "And you can still tell me what you want Hushan Jianmen to do, and we can still discuss it."

Qu Zhu finally glanced at him: "Are you going to be a puppet master? I can do whatever I want?"

".Well, that won't work." Qu Zhoufu said in a dull voice, "Master said that the ancestral teachings of the past generations - the sword gate of Hushan should not go out of Hushan."

"Ah."

"This is the ancestral precept. I don't think you should blame the master." Qu Zhoufu said, "He has to abide by the ancestral precept and also consider your future. But there is no other way."

Qu Zhu still didn't speak and fell into silence again.

After a long while, he whispered: "No, Zhou Fu, I understand him."

Qu Zhoufu looked at him, and the man's stern face turned around, his eyes as sharp as a sword: "Hushan Sword Sect must be hiding something that only the master can know."

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Next, Pei Ye watched what happened to Meng Li happen here.

A huge shadow suddenly casts a shadow behind a simple, easily discernible small sect. A proud genius who considers himself the mainstay of the sect will never sit idly by and run away.

It's just that Qu Zhu's path was much more difficult than that of Meng Li. There was no cave he suddenly discovered to guide him, and he had to find some hidden secret in a place where he had grown up for more than twenty years. When he stood at the top of the valley and looked down, I just feel like I have no way to start.

Qu Zhu walked in such a dark night, measured the land of the lake and mountains inch by inch, and read through the books in the library. He had been fighting with a sword style for nine years. No one could doubt his determination.

Finally, late one night, old footsteps walked in front of the lone candle in the library.

Qu Zhu raised his head, and the old man was looking at him tiredly.

"You haven't even practiced sword practice lately." The old man said softly.

"I can practice at any time." Qu Zhu withdrew his gaze and continued to read the books in his hand.

"Why does it have to be like this?" The old man sighed softly, "Hushan Sword Gate has existed for so long and has its own way of survival. Let it keep its secrets, and you and Zhou Fu can live your own lives. ,Is it not good?"

Qu Zhu stopped what he was doing.

"This is indeed something I only learned about recently." His face was very cold. From that night on, the anger that had risen has never subsided. "In this pavilion, there is a solitary book handed down from the Han and Wei dynasties. A sect. How could it exist in such a small place for such an ancient time?"

".Everything has its ups and downs."

"Oh? When will that happen?"

"."

"There is no trace of the 'Hushan Sword Gate' in the records of the rivers and lakes eight hundred years ago from Xilong Road!"

"." The old man sighed, "We are a hermit sect——"

"You can't be promoted to Xuanmen, right?"

"."

Qu Zhu looked at him with cold eyes: "Before sixty, your body is withered and your life is declining, and you are on the verge of collapse. You entered your eighth life thirty years ago, why are you still wasting your time before Xuanmen."

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".I know the symptoms now, Master." In silence, Qu Zhu lowered his eyebrows for the first time, "Qi is the second kind of human blood. If the meridian tree is always drained, it will continue to draw energy from the body to create , Day after day, when you are unable to make ends meet, you have to use your true energy to fill your body, and then you have the opportunity to open the door of heaven and earth. Now that your life is not guaranteed, how can you step into the Xuanmen."

"I don't know why you waste your life so much." Qu Zhuqing said coldly, "But when you leave such a fate to Zhou Fu, do you actually say you want him to live a good life?"

The old man was silent for a long time.

"Not everyone has such ambitions as you, Wuhui. Not every darkness can be revealed." He said softly, "Don't continue. I'm not worried about it. I'm worried about you."

The old man looked at him: "Master, I beg you, okay?"

Qu Zhu's face was tense, and at this moment his eyes really flashed, but when he looked directly at this old face again, the water turned into ice again.

"No," he said.

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Qu Zhu pushed ahead with his investigation.

Pei Ye watched him become more and more straightforward from the vast sea of ​​information. He no longer searched the bookshelves row by row, and no longer wandered the land inch by inch. He began to look for and read some ancient books. , began to accurately go to some calculated points, and occasionally went out of the valley, always bringing back some books and magic weapons.

His eyes became brighter and brighter. Finally, after the last complicated calculation, the man looked at the perfect rebate result and slowly stood up from the top of the mountain pass cliff, quietly looking at the ring-like valley.

"It turns out it's a formation." He murmured.

After devoting all his energy to this outstanding field, Qu Zhu showed his breathtaking talent. There were almost no problems that could stand in front of him. The problems he jotted down the night before would definitely appear on two pages the next day. Solved within paper.

Pei Ye couldn't understand the man's work these days, but as he progressed step by step, what appeared was no longer bright confidence, but more and more silence.

On quiet nights, he often stared at the scattered papers in his case without saying a word, and stayed there for half an hour.

For the first time, Pei Ye saw a faint heaviness in him, and when certain steps were verified, there might even be a flash of disbelief and fear.

But he continued to push forward, and on a clear autumn night, the man finally completed the formation he had envisioned.

Designing a mysterious formation according to the purpose is like creating a sword technique to defeat an enemy. This is an act of absolute genius. It cannot be done without both high-flying talent and profound insight. However, here, this The fruit of genius is just a window to see miracles, a bell to awaken a slumber.

Under the cold and boundless starry sky, the windless lake is like a black jade mirror. A candle stands beside the lake, with the high and lonely woods behind it.

He outlined the array pattern on the lake. Pei Ye watched this dreamlike scene. The man slowly bowed and tapped his finger on a cold star. All the reflected starlight was affected by the winding fine lines. Lines are connected in series.

The Starlight Formation is one of the most difficult peaks to climb on the entire high mountain of the formation.

In this silent night more than 20 years ago, only two people were lucky enough to see this beauty.

The moment it completed the connection, the surroundings were still silent. Pei Ye subconsciously looked back at the motionless peak and cliff in the distance, thinking that nothing happened.

But when he turned around, he saw this scene that he would never see in Meng Li's life.

The [Star Tomb], which has been passed down for thousands of years and protects the remains of the immortals, is completely intact.

The "lake" occupies a quarter of the land in the valley. An acre is one hundred acres. It is nine hectares in size. Seven or eight small boats are tied to the shore. From small to large, they go boating every summer, and the lake reflects It covers half of the valley with lakes and mountains.

Now, a simple and majestic head rises silently from the lake. The boat is like a sunflower seed in its shadow, the stars and the moon are blocked by it, and the tall forest is like a withered grass.

Made entirely of bronze, it looks like neither a dragon nor a dragon. It has no eyes or ears, because the entire formation is its ears and eyes. All the shapes cast on the head are for fighting or decoration. When it lowers its head and looks down, it is like a giant python looking down at a young mouse.

In a more distant place, some huge arcs emerged from the cliff, and a backbone of more than ten feet high arched from the top of the mountain pass. The dark bulk looked like an arch cast for a giant, and further behind, There are more than ten such shapes protruding from the cliff.

The lake and the mountains are indeed like a ring, and now a tiny worm has entangled it.

Less than eleven of its parts were exposed. After a moment, as if the complete safety of the Tomb Hall was confirmed, it slowly submerged back into the mountain lake.

Nothing seemed to have happened. Only the young formation master raised his head stiffly. His body was shaking uncontrollably, as if he had seen the first enemy in his life that was worthy of his life.

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The appearance of Hushan Jianmen changed in Qu Zhu's eyes, and those pure nights all became cold and dangerous. In the past countless days, Qu Zhu never liked to light candles after sunset, but in the following days, many times he would not The man could hardly sleep with the candle burning.

He always dreamed that the surrounding mountains turned into a fence, and they were kept in it. Every once in a while, a huge insect would poke its ferocious cold mouthparts in, chewing up one of them and swallowing it.

After he finally wrote a few angry words to Qu Zhoufu, the master called him into the hall.

Qu Zhoufu sat there quietly again, but this time he did not lower his head, but looked at his senior brother with a sad calmness. Qu Zhoufu looked over and saw that the note was in the old man's hand.

"Qu Zhoufu, Master's life is premature and his Xuanmen is blocked, just because every fifteen days, the star insect has to eat his breath! Tomorrow will be Bailu. If you don't believe it, just give him a try and see what he does. Eight lives, I can’t handle your seventh life!"

It turns out you already knew.

Qu Zhu looked at this junior brother quietly, and at this moment, he suddenly realized that some things would never be the same again.

"No need to test it." The old man said softly, "What you find is true."

"You call it a chain, I call it a mission." The old man looked at him, and in the flickering candlelight, he softly told everything to this disciple who was not supposed to know, "That's it, we have been guarding this fairy for generations. It’s nothing if you spend some future and life on it.”

"That's it, Wuhui." The old man lowered his eyebrows and said tiredly, "I've told you everything you need to know."

"." In the silence with only the sound of fire, the man's voice was hoarse, and his tone was almost ridiculous, ".So just for such an unknown thing, for an unknown 'savior' to be able to access it at any time, we Feeding your thousands of years of life and cultivation to bugs?"

"What kind of thing is he?! - our Hushan Sword Sect! I am Qu Wuhui!" The man's voice was hoarse, and he glared at the two people in front of him, almost pouring out all the fear and anger in the past few days in this sentence, "Why does he Mom is someone else’s watchdog?!”

When the old man raised his head in shock and anger, Qu Zhu said the last words in a hoarse voice: "This is what belongs to the Hushan Sword Sect. Why don't we, the Hushan Sword Sect, use it ourselves?!"

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Qu Zhu spent thirty days in confinement for this sentence.

When he came out of the dark cave, he just became more silent. Those fears seemed to have settled, and the man never stopped working.

He continued to use various means to measure its movements. After countless verifications, those trajectories were finally confirmed as an annual ring drawn on paper.

This is also one of the few results that Pei Ye can understand.

The outermost circle of the disk is divided into twenty-four solar terms, the inner circle is divided into twelve stars, and the inner circle is divided into the four directions of heaven and earth. This giant bronze object rotates in the cliff with such a calm and mysterious law, traveling every year One week records countless days and nights for thousands of years.

He believed that this was a unique ancient formation, and it must have come from the sage who left his name on the formation path thousands of years ago.

He summarized the pattern of this formation, looking for its energy coming and going, "Mountains drink from lakes, and people's popularity attracts stars." He sorted out its flow, "Winter never dries up, summer never overflows, lakes are the heart, and forests are the veins."; He wrote that its tail is the easiest to spot because it is always tilted up, "It swims in the cliff and sees its tail in two days; the winter solstice is on Ding and the summer solstice is on Gui."

etc.

Pei Ye knew what he was going to do, because during countless alone nights, he whispered nervously: "As long as it is a formation, it can be dismantled."