The Old Gods Are Whispering

I don't know when a grocery store appeared on the roof of the teaching building of Fengcheng No. 2 Middle School.

The old man was still lying on the chair, his breathing was long and deep, as if breathing in and out of heaven and earth, and heaven and man were one.

Gu Jianlin felt dizzy again due to the side effects of time travel, his vision was pitch black, and there were faintly hallucinatory stars flickering.

But when he started breathing with that mysterious frequency, he gradually entered the rhythm.

Consciousness gradually cleared up, as if the depression in his chest had been spit out.

An unprecedented clarity of mind.

"Yes, take your time and remember this rhythm. Breathing technique is a unique secret technique created by Taoism in the period of various schools of thought. It is a treasure that belongs to human beings. It was later carried forward by Emperor Shihuang. The true meaning of breathing technique is the unity of nature and man. , the combination of man and nature, entering a state of ethereal ecstasy.”

Jing Ci drank the bottle of bourbon and explained: "When you are in meditation, you can accumulate spirituality through meditation, and the speed of advancement will be much faster than others. Breathing can even assist you in battle, allowing you Restore spirituality during battle and gain unimaginable, huge advantages. Its benefits are not limited to these."

He deliberately emphasized: "This kind of secret technique has nothing to do with the path, but the choice of the environment, a gift from nature to human beings. On Earth, human beings are the primates of all things. Although the ancient gods are strong, they are just some alien invasive species. "

When Gu Jianlin heard these words, he fell into deep thought: "Ancient gods, can't you use breathing?"

"Yes, although at the life level of the ancient gods, it is easy to master this ability. But because of their own repulsion and the restrictions of natural rules, they cannot breathe."

Jing Ci smiled and said: "I said that on earth, human beings are the primates of all things, and they can naturally receive spiritual gifts. Even if you master the ancient deification, you are still human. Among the 100,000 sublimators, only Then if five or six people can learn breathing techniques, your aptitude is pretty good."

Gu Jianlin was a little surprised: "So few?"

"Of course, the vast majority of people don't feel the mystery of this breathing rate. You just realized this breathing rhythm, so you can give it a try."

Jing Ci said: "Even if you are not in samadhi, it can make you feel better."

really.

As long as Gu Jianlin breathes in accordance with that rhythm, he feels as if the filth in his body is being expelled from his body.

It seems that the body is much lighter, and the consciousness is as clear as water.

"Remember, breathing technique is an aid. It doesn't require you to be able to focus on two things, but to turn it into an instinct. If you deliberately pursue it, you will fall behind. Now, pay attention to me."

Jing Ci put the bottle of whiskey on the wall of the roof, pointed to a footprint on the concrete floor, and said with a smile, "This is a footprint I deliberately preserved with an alchemy weapon, otherwise it would have been blown away by the wind."

Gu Jianlin squatted down, leaned over and took a look: "The shoes are of different styles, but they should be the same person."

The dust on the concrete floor was scattered, and the general outline could be vaguely seen.

The footprint is small, the weight is very light, the height is not high, and it is female.

It's the same person under the viaduct.

Gu Jianlin stood in the direction of the shoe prints and profiled himself, taking himself as a light and petite woman, squatting slightly to adjust his height, and his sight was just blocked by the concrete wall.

Well, she should be on tiptoe by then.

His bent legs straightened up slightly, and he looked over the wall, just in time to see the canteen that was blown up before!

The canteen was blown up during the last battle and is still being rebuilt.

It is said that the students in No. 2 Middle School cheered happily, saying that they could leave the school with a high-sounding appearance.

Others said why not blow up the school too.

"This is what you told me, the third person who is secretly protecting me."

Gu Jianlin said softly: "There are very few traces left at the scene, except for footprints..."

He stared at the opposite wall, and found that there were still two traces of dust scratched on the wall.

And this position just corresponds to his chest.

However, judging from Gu Jianlin's position, his chest would never touch this wall no matter what.

Gu Jianlin roughly observed the shape of these two groups of marks, and fell into deep thought: "Female, the height is no more than 1.62 meters, and the weight is no more than 85 catties. Although I want to hide my whereabouts, I don't behave well. It is considered very cautious, and it seems that she is not too worried about people discovering the traces she left behind."

He cleared his throat: "The chest is very full, at least the fourth letter, and the figure is very good."

Finally he looked around again and found a hair on the ground.

"Long hair."

He played with the hair and felt it carefully: "The hair quality is good."

Jing Ji was taken aback for a moment: "You can even see this?"

Gu Jian said without changing his face: "As long as there are clues and characteristics, it will be much more convenient, even for people who have just met, or even people who have never met. But if there are no clues, it will be very difficult."

For example, the five people in the ancient tomb can only judge the specific character and origin from the dialogue and needs.

As for the external characteristics, each of them wraps themselves so tightly, and their voices are deliberately processed.

In that case, it would be annoying.

Or maybe it was Li Changzhi back then, although his instinctive feeling was somewhat contrary, but he couldn't say why.

"Interesting, then go to the last place."

Jing Ci snapped his fingers and said the nightmarish name: "Haiqing Expressway."

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The toll booths on the expressway were replaced by weird grocery stores, and the old man was still lying on the mahogany chair and dozed off.

The sound of his breathing seemed to diffuse with the howling wind.

Like an ancient low sigh.

For some reason, Gu Jianlin felt an unprecedented tranquility amidst this sigh.

Originally, this expressway was a nightmare for him. He just came here once and never wanted to come back here. He would come back only occasionally in his dreams, feeling the cold and helpless feeling like being smashed to pieces.

He thought he would be terrified to come here again.

However, in the old man's breath, he seems to be able to feel the sound of the wind flowing in the air, the rustling of leaves in the wind, the chirping of insects in the jungle, the clouds and mists in the sky, and the warmth of the afternoon sun.

It was as if a quiet and beautiful piece of music was played, and all misfortunes could not get close to him.

Gu Jianlin felt everything, and bowed deeply to the old man.

"Teacher, he is very defensive."

Jing Ji threw the empty wine bottle into the trash can, and said flatly, "Come with me."

Gu Jianlin followed him and walked over.

Four months later, the traces of the car accident have been cleaned up.

Jing Ci led him across the fence on the highway and into a grassy field overgrown with weeds.

Under the grass is a clear stream, smooth pebbles are scattered in the stream, and occasionally frogs are jumping.

The sun shone in the stream, sparkling.

"Did you know? What you saw that day is real."

Jing Ci suddenly said: "The ghost car, also known as the nine-headed bird. In the myths and stories compiled by humans, its origin can no longer be traced back. Nine sons? It is about the goddess Qi who has no husband but gave birth to nine sons, how did her nine sons come about?"

"So some people thought that she would come down to the world to fetch a child. Later, the nine sons evolved into the nine heads, and combined with some other myths and legends, they became the nine-headed bird and the ghost car."

He put his hands in his pockets and said softly: "But in fact, the so-called goddess is just a human form of a ghost car. She came to the world not to get a child, but to continue her life. Do you know? His The authority is immortality, as long as the nine heads are not destroyed at the same time, then He will never die."

Gu Jianlin's eyes trembled slightly, and he couldn't tell what his mood was.

He has thought about it.

If the Blue King takes another disciple, he may tell him a lot about the Old God.

Among them, it can be verified whether the ghost car is real or not.

Unexpectedly, there was an answer so soon.

"The so-called curse of your family has been verified at least in your father's generation. It is impossible to verify how your ancestors died. But your father died in a ghost car."

Jing Ci turned his head and glanced at him: "The ancestor among the ancient gods came from the Suzaku clan."

Gu Jianlin remained silent, his breathing became heavy.

The ancestor, not the Supreme.

He clenched his fists silently.

"Pay attention to breathing, don't mess up the frequency."

Jing Ji said softly: "Did you always feel that your father didn't love you?"

Gu Jianlin didn't know what to say. In fact, he always thought so before he became a sublimator.

In his eyes, his father is an irresponsible and disregarding family man.

I didn't make much money, and I didn't return home very much.

His wife divorced him, and his son didn't care.

When he was a child, Gu Jianlin once had a high fever and cried at home for more than an hour and no one cared about him. In the end, the neighbor's aunt took him to the hospital and called his parents, but they couldn't find anyone.

Dad didn't know where he went, and the phone couldn't get through.

Mom was working out of town at that time and couldn't come back.

Sometimes, Gu Jianlin even suspected that his father was raising a mistress outside.

"To be honest, you really misunderstood him. In his eyes, as long as there is enough money to spend, it can guarantee you to live a normal life and grow up healthy and healthy. Most of the money he left They are all stored in Ruiguo's private bank for financial management, and when you reach the legal marriage age of 22, a lawyer will come to you."

Jing Ci said lightly: "Because he wants to protect you and doesn't want you to awaken and become a sublimator, so he must stay away from you. Since he can't always be by your side, he can't give you too much money. He is afraid that you will learn to be bad."

Gu Jianlin was stunned.

After thinking about it, it is indeed not a good thing if a person has a large amount of wealth in his teenage years.

With his self-control, he will probably go astray.

"Do you know why your father got married? At first, he was adopted by the Gu family, but until he got married and had children, he never became a sublimator, and no one ever told him about the Gu family's curse."

Jing Ci said with emotion: "And when he awakened, it was too late. At that time, he had already married your mother, and you had been in your mother's womb for four months."

Hearing these words, Gu Jianlin felt inexplicably complicated.

No wonder, my mother always said that after marriage, men change, and what they said about each other before is all nonsense.

Unexpectedly, this is the reason.

"It was only later that he learned about the Gu family's curse. What he couldn't understand was why the Gu family still wanted to get rid of the curse and continue the offspring under the premise that the curse was clearly entangled. Before his adoptive parents died, , and no one left relevant information to tell them these things."

Jing Ci glanced at him and explained: "Your grandparents' thoughts cannot be verified, but maybe they also want to try to avoid this curse by keeping their adopted children from contacting the extraordinary."

Gu Jianlin understood: "The reason why my father wants a divorce is to make up for his mistakes as much as possible. He would rather lose this woman than let her die because of a curse."

"I also met your father many years ago."

Jing Ci smiled: "He is a person who has been tormented by guilt all the time, and his life is very painful."

Gu Jianlin fell silent when he thought of the documents he saw in the shelter.

"But do you know? He actually had a chance to survive. Because the ancestor of the ghost car is not the supreme, it is by no means irresistible in the real world, and your father is an unborn genius in the human world. His sixth-level position However, it is able to exert strength beyond the sanctuary level."

Jing Ci pointed to the sky: "In that battle, he temporarily broke through to the sanctuary level, coupled with the blessing of mythical weapons, he really has a chance to survive...but he has a fatal flaw."

Gu Jianlin's eyes trembled slightly, and something collapsed deep in his heart.

Inch by inch.

collapse.

"His only flaw is you."

Jing Ji said softly: "He died to protect you."

With a gentle sigh, Gu Jianlin looked down at the empty highway, and couldn't help trembling slightly.

The bitterness deep in my heart was forcibly revealed, and the sadness was surging like a tide.

"After that battle, many people came here, including the person who was watching you from the viaduct and the teaching building. Surprisingly, she arrived first, but she was one step late."

Jing Ci paused for a moment, and said meaningfully: "What is the relationship between her and your father? This may not be important. But for your father, she has been secretly protecting you, and she is dedicated to you, just like a nanny .”

Snapped.

A crisp finger snap.

The asphalt surface of the expressway was rippling like water, and there were traces of scorched black.

"Most traces of the battlefield have been cleaned up, and this is the only thing that has been hidden by the Ether Association."

Jing Ci said calmly: "If it wasn't for the fact that the sub-head of Fengcheng District is Lu Zijin, maybe he would be taken away too?"

He sighed: "It's time to show you."

Gu Jianlin lowered his head, only to see mottled blood on the scorched wasteland.

It was two lines of crooked characters.

"I'm sorry, Dad can only accompany you here."

"Live."

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