MTL - Ask Sword-Chapter 542 divine blood

  Chapter 542 Divine Blood

  A luxury carriage of the wealthy Chinese race slowly passed by, Shan Chang stopped and remained silent.

   Li Ang also stopped, with doubts on his face.

  If it was an ordinary nightmare, he would naturally not say it to bother the head of the mountain, but the dream was too real and depressing, and it happened in the abyss. There is always a sense of foreboding.

  Tonight seems to be a day for the nobles of Chang'an to travel together. There is an endless stream of carriages, forming a long queue at the crossroads.

  The head of the mountain remained silent, so Li Ang had to wait quietly.

   "How many books have you read, senior Lin Liangce?"

  Suddenly, the head of the mountain asked.

   "More than half."

  Li Ang replied subconsciously: "I have read "Middle Ancient Zen", "History of Western Countries", and "History of Persia". As for the books on tea ceremony, gardening, and philosophy, the students have not had time to read them."

  Lin Liangce is the sage of Yuchu's school. He is keen on classics, history and ancient times, and has dabbled in other fields.

  "He has traveled around the world, visited the Far West for investigation, studied local folk customs, and collected the oldest legends hidden in remote mountain villages that have been passed down from generation to generation.

   And based on this, draw a conclusion. "

  The head of the mountain said slowly: "He believes that some monks who have practiced to extremely high depths, by chance, are lucky enough to see through the long river of time and glimpse the future.

  However, the secrets of heaven must not be revealed. The sages could not directly tell the future scene they saw, but could only inform future generations in a tactful way. Give warning.

  For example, the prophets in the Far West left a flood prophecy, asking people to build huge boats to escape the disaster;

  Laozi brought Ziqi from the east to Hangu Pass, and left a volume of scriptures, expounding on the way of nature;

  Buddha saw the tragic and gloomy age of doomsday, and left a copy of "Buddha Dharma Extinction Sutra" before Nirvana.

   It seems that in all similar prophecies, some kind of great disaster is mentioned. Including bronze vessels and oracle bone inscriptions unearthed from the ruins of the ancient Yin Ruins, there are also many records of offering blood sacrifices to Haotian and praying for the delay of disasters. "

  Li Ang was stunned and speechless, and before he could continue to ask, the head of the mountain said: "Because of the long history and lack of evidence, this idea cannot be called a theory, and it is even reluctant to call it a conjecture.

  The head of the mountain stopped his research plan to prevent him from trying to obtain the prophecies of the Taihao Mountain Torch Language Institute. However, Lin Liangce was still obsessed with it, and wanted to get a glimpse of the future by studying the prophecies.

  In the end, he was protectively imprisoned by the Academy, and passed away in a depressed mood—rather than enjoying his old age in peace, as the Academy claimed. "

   Li Ang showed hesitation, he only now knew the end of Lin Liangce's old age, and he didn't know what Shanzhang wanted to express for a while.

   "Li Yuan is deep underground, located under the rock formation, and is closest to the origin of the world. It is normal to have some dreams."

  The head of the mountain said slowly: "The more intelligent and sensitive a monk is, the more likely he is to be disturbed by distracting thoughts and hallucinations during his practice.

  If you mistake distracting thoughts for apocalypse and devote yourself to them, it is easy to go crazy. For example, Jianquan monk.

   Like Lin Liangce, being protected and isolated is already a good ending. "

   "Student understands."

   Li Ang nodded, Lin Liangce was pedantic about heaven and man, and he was erudite and memorized, but he was still disturbed by his obsession, and ended up dying in depression.

   "Well, don't talk about this dream with others in the future."

  The head of the mountain paused and said, "Your weapon was destroyed by the ghost shovel?"

"yes."

   Li Ang scratched his head in embarrassment. His three-edged spear had been strengthened several times in the Xuegong Workshop, which consumed a lot of precious materials. In the end, he still failed to survive the battle with Ghost Shovel, only half of it remained.

  The head of the mountain nodded and said: "In this case, go to Dongjun Building tomorrow to find Ati and ask him to help you choose a new weapon."

   Hiss—

   Li Ang's eyes lit up. The Dongjun building is full of alienated objects privately stored in the academy. The treasures are rich and the content is so profound that only Taihao Mountain's inner mansion can compare with it.

  Choose a weapon from among them.

  East Emperor Bell! Tai'a sword!

   It’s really not enough. Fang Tian can also paint halberds and ancient ingot knives!

  Li Ang was surprised and delighted, bid farewell to the head of the mountain, rubbed his palms back and forth like flies rubbing his hands, and ran excitedly to the Jinchengfang mansion, ready to tell Chai Chai the good news.

  The head of the mountain stood where he was, and smiled slightly as he watched Li Ang leave happily.

   "You lied."

  A calm statement came from behind, Lian Xuanxiao turned around, and saw a human face emerging from the trunk of the forest by the roadside.

  The soul of plants and trees in Chang'an—Huai Ling.

  The shoulder-to-shoulder crowd around them, as if they didn't see this weird scene, just went past Lian Xuanxiao as they celebrated the arrival of the new year on their own.

  The head of the mountain did not deny Huai Ling's responsibility, his eyes dimmed a little.

  More than ten years ago, someone asked him the same question as Li Ang. At that time, he thought twice and chose to tell the truth.

   That person is named Jun Qianzi.

   "I won't make the same mistake twice."

  The head of the mountain shook his head, looked directly at Huai Ling, and said seriously: "I hope you don't interfere in this matter."

   "This is a matter of your academy, and has nothing to do with me."

  Huai Ling's tone was indifferent. The favor she owed Li Ang because of Nie Yuhuan was repaid by informing Li Ang of the last change in Chang'an, "I only care about our contract."

  Huai Ling glanced at Lian Xuanxiao's palm hidden under the wide sleeve, and said indifferently: "Your five declines have worsened."

   "It doesn't affect the plan. Even if I die, Chen Danqiu will inherit."

  Lian Xuanxiao took out a small porcelain bottle from his bosom, and casually threw it to Huai Ling.

  The latter manipulated the branches of the tree to catch it firmly, opened the porcelain bottle, and immediately gushed out a strong and murderous **** aura.

   Along with the shaking of the bottle, there was a faint sound of huge waves hitting the shore in the small porcelain bottle.

   "The blood I drew from the body of the turtle."

  Lian Xuanxiao said deeply: "Let's try to see how far we can do it.

  In the future, Chang'an will be sunk into the ground. "

  Huai Ling stretched out the branch of the tree, drilled into the porcelain vase, and sucked the blood of the beast that was surging like sea water.

   Majestic spiritual power poured into Huai Ling's body, her eyes flickered with a faint light,

  All the vegetation in the mountains and forests near Chang'an swayed and danced, expressing joy and joy.

  In the extremely deep underground of Chang'an City, which no one has noticed, in the underground deeper than Chang'an Ghost City,

  Countless tree roots are surging through, digging up thousands of earth and rocks.

  (end of this chapter)