No one noticed that when the Papal Cavalrymen of the Divine Halls of West-Hill rushed into the square, a middle-aged scholar also came to the field and quietly approached the high platform.
The middle-aged scholar was dressed in ordinary clothes and was covered with sweat. He came to the front of the platform and untied the package as fast as he could. Then he took out a wooden plate from it.
The wooden plate was made of some kind of wood. The grain was very delicate and gave people a wonderful feeling of gold and stone. There was a thin layer of yellow sand in the plate.
It was a sand table.
The most famous sand table in the cultivation world: the River and Mountain Sandbox.
When the River and Mountain Sandbox appeared, the whole world entered the River and Mountain Sandbox. The thin layer of yellow sand danced in the air and then fell down, painting the world yellow. Then, everything turned into yellow sand.
The hard bluestone ground turned into a soft desert. The war-horses that were sprinting at high speed screamed and fell heavily to the ground. Their forehooves were broken miserably. The cavalryman of Divine Hall on the back of the horse directly fainted.
In a very short time, hundreds of cavalrymen of the Divine Halls of Divine Halls fell off their horses. On the contrary, the followers of the New Stream who were hiding in fear were not hurt by the yellow sand.
Sometimes the yellow sand was like water. Because of its softness, it was stronger than the strong and pitied the weak.
Long Qing's feet were also stuck in the yellow sand. He could clearly feel the sucking power coming from the bottom of the sand. His expression became very serious. He lifted his right foot with great difficulty and wanted to take a step forward.
Suddenly, the wind swept the yellow sand and stopped in front of him.
His sight crossed the flying yellow sand and fell on the middle-aged scholar on the side of the platform.
Chen Pipi looked at the middle-aged scholar and exclaimed, "Fourth Brother!"
The middle-aged scholar did not respond but just looked at Long Qing.
Long Qing frowned slightly. Today, he was ordered to kill Ye Su and slaughter the New Stream. He guessed that the Academy might be prepared, but he did not expect that it was not the iron arrow or Mr. First, but this person.
Fan Yue, Mr. Fourth of the Academy.
Fan Yue was a relatively low-key person among those interesting and horrible people in the Back Mountain of the Academy. He joined the Academy early and ranked very high, but he was only at the peak of the Seethrough State. He was not at the same level as Li Manman and Jun Mo. Although the Third Sister Yu Lian had always been at the Seethrough State, everyone knew that it was just a facade when she beat Xiong Chumo, the Hierarch of the Divine Halls of West-Hill. He was the real Seethrough State.
Of course, this was not important. The Headmaster of the Academy had always accepted disciples without discrimination and did not care about their talent in cultivation. But the people in the Back Mountain had their own specialties and could do the best in those fields, such as No. 5, No. 6, No. 8, and No. 9. Only Fan Yue was relatively weak. He was good at Talisman Taoism, but not as talented as Mo Shanshan and Ning Que. He was good at strategy and calculation, but not as good as Yu Lian. He was good at design, but not as good as the Sixth Brother. Moreover, there was Professor Huang He in the Front Yard of the Academy.
In recent years, the Back Mountain of the Academy was gradually revealed to the world, but he was still inconspicuous and did not have many amazing performances. Only his peers in the Back Mountain of the Academy knew that he was very important. The strategies of the Academy and even the Tang Empire were all calculated by Yu Lian, Ning Que, and him. Besides, he owned the most precious celestial device in the cultivation world, which was the River and Mountain Sandbox.
Before the Verdant Canyon, it was with the help of the River and Mountain Sandbox that the Academy could avoid the Abbey Dean's sword. He tried his best to trap the sword and gave Jun Mo the chance to show his power. It was not hard to imagine how powerful the River and Mountain Sandbox was since it could trap the Abbey Dean's sword. Today, he came with the River and Mountain Sandbox.
In fact, he was not supposed to be here.
The Academy was very clear about the attitude of the Divine Halls of West-Hill toward Ye Su and the New Stream. But the Eldest Brother, Yu Lian, and Ning Que all thought that the Abbey Dean could be persuaded. Since killing Ye Su was not good for Taoism, the Abbey Dean would definitely not do it. As long as the Abbey Dean kept silent, Tang Xiaotang and the Sword Garret would be enough.
Only the Fourth Senior Fellow Apprentice felt a little strange. He had been calculating for a long time, but he didn't get any other result. However, he still felt a strong sense of uneasiness. He thought that the judgment of his Senior Brothers, Senior Sisters, and Junior Fellow Apprentice was wrong, but he couldn't find any evidence. Therefore, he came here by himself. He packed his luggage, left the back mountain, and traveled thousands of miles with the River and Mountain Sandbox to save Ye Su's life.
This was the real style of the Academy. They could unite as one, but they also had to be different. They had to be responsible for their sect, but they had to be responsible for themselves first. They had to have no regrets.
The Fourth Brother finally arrived. Although it was difficult for him to change the situation, he could represent the Academy and do what it should do. It was good enough that there was no need for regrets.
He raised the River and Mountain Sandbox and poured all his Psyche Power into it. In an instant, his Snow Mountain and Ocean of Qi showed signs of drying up. His face became extremely pale and even seemed to be a little thinner.
There was yellow sand in the River and Mountain Sandbox, but also rivers and mountains.
Every grain of sand was a scenery in the rivers and mountains, or a small bridge, or a stream of water, or a pavilion, or a green hill, or a sedan chair on the bridge, a boat on the water, a person in the pavilion, or a tree on the green hill.
But today, the yellow sand was just yellow sand.
Because the most original was also the most powerful.
The Fourth Brother's Psyche Power activated the River and Mountain Sandbox. The yellow sand danced wildly and then fell down. The world suddenly became yellow and became a dry desert. It was impossible to find the direction in it.
The cavalrymen of the Divine Halls of West-Hill in the back were lucky not to fall to their deaths. They pulled the reins desperately to stop their horses, and then turned over and tried to find the exit with their horses. But how could it be so easy?
The Fourth Brother held the River and Mountain Sandbox and walked to the platform.
Long Qing looked at him quietly. The yellow sand covered the ground, but it could not completely drag him into the illusion of rivers and mountains. His body was in the yellow sand, but his eyes could see the reality and his opponent.
For some reason, the Fourth Brother felt a little uneasy when he looked at Long Qing's eyes. It was just like when he was calculating in the back of the mountain of the Academy. He felt that something bad was going to happen.
So he blew into the River and Mountain Sandbox.
The thin layer of yellow sand was wrinkled, and some grains of sand were flying in the air with the wind.
A hurricane suddenly appeared on the plaza that had turned into a desert. Countless yellow sand swirled up, blocking everyone's vision. The world became dark. What was even more terrifying was that the desert that had been as flat as a field suddenly rumbled loudly, and countless layers of sand dunes appeared. Who knew how many cavalrymen were swallowed up by the moving sand flow!
Even the cavalrymen who were not swallowed by the sand encountered endless dangers in the flying yellow sand. Shrill screams and dull sounds of people and horses colliding with each other could be heard everywhere.
Even a powerhouse in the Knowing Destiny State like Xiaoyu from the South Sea could not resist the power of the River and Mountain Sandbox. Those divine priests and deacons from various Taoist temples were killed one after another. Xiaoyu also fainted in the yellow sand.
Long Qing still could not stop, and his face was a little pale. He was injured by Tang Xiaotang and then by the River and Mountain Sandbox. He did not expect that his opponent, who was in an ordinary state, could have such a terrible sand table.
However, was it enough?
In the next moment, his feet finally landed on the ground, but he still landed on the yellow sand.
He did not get out of the River and Mountain Sandbox, but so what?
The scar on his face became brighter. It was definitely not ugly. It was more like some kind of strange makeup. Paired with his gray eyes and straight silver hair, he looked very good.
He was so powerful, and he still had hidden powerful skills. He was waiting for Ning Que's iron arrow and Li Manman. Even so, he was not afraid of them, let alone a sand table.
He took out a scroll from his arms and stretched it out in front of the sandstorm.
He remembered those years when he was the Second Priest of the Judicial Department, and he led the black deacons to hunt down the remnants of the Devil's Doctrine and the sinners who betrayed the Devil's Doctrine. At that time, he was righteous, and he believed that he was righteous.
His expression became cold. Looking at Ye Su and the others on the other side of the sandstorm, he silently repeated those familiar words in his heart: Sinners, accept the punishment of Haotian.
Last night in the Divine Hall of Judgment in Peach Mountain, the middle-aged priest used a scroll to break Ye Hongyu's Confinement. It was the "Fall" Handscroll of the Tomes of Arcane. At this time, the scroll in Long Qing's hand was also the "Sand" Handscroll of the Tomes of Arcane.
After making the most important decision, the Abbey Dean no longer cared about the word "blasphemy". The most sacred Tomes of Arcane in Haotian Taoism became a very powerful weapon in his plan.
The middle-aged priest had accompanied the Tomes of Arcane in the Zhishou Abbey for countless years, and Long Qing had always kept the "Sand" Handscroll of the Tomes of Arcane with him. Only the two of them could use the Tomes of Arcane as weapons.
In the morning, the city was covered with yellow sand. The freshness and coldness of winter could no longer be found, only dullness. But when Long Qing held up the "Sand" Handscroll of the Tomes of Arcane, that feeling became more and more clear.
The cover of the "Sand" Handscroll turned into tens of thousands of tiny grains of sand in the wind, and then began to fly. Then the second page of the "Sand" Handscroll also turned into grains of sand, and then the third, the fourth, the fifth …
Hundreds of millions of grains of sand turned into a sand river and went straight from Long Qing's hand to the sky. In the deepest part of the sky, the river carried an indescribable brilliance and then blasted into the yellow sand all over the sky.
The "Sand" Handscroll of the Tomes of Arcane recorded almost all the cultivation methods in the cultivation world, which could not be completed by human beings. Just like the "Sun" Handscroll, it was not only collected by Haotian Taoism, but also by the divine power of Haotian.
Haotian Taoism regarded cultivation as a gift from Haotian to human beings, and this Tomes of Arcane was the gift list. There were countless items in it, which were as vast as the sea or the sand at the bottom of the sea. Each grain of sand represented the gift of Haotian and the awe of human beings. Today, the "Sand" Handscroll really turned into grains of sand. The ink characters that recorded the cultivation methods melted on the paper and then dissipated into the smallest particles, each of which seemed to contain the power of that cultivation method.
Hundreds of millions of grains of sand and hundreds of millions of cultivation methods fell into the yellow sand and into the River and Mountain Sandbox. The River and Mountain Sandbox had thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, but it was a product of cultivators after all. How could it accommodate the almost infinite vastness and complexity?
In an instant, the yellow sand suddenly stopped. In some corners, pavilions and terraces even appeared indistinctly. They were about to lose their original forms and become the shadows of the River and Mountain Sandbox.
The Fourth Brother's arms holding the River and Mountain Sandbox trembled uncontrollably, as if he would throw the sandbox to the ground in the next moment. He felt the terrible impact from the sandbox and found that it was even more powerful than the virtual sword thrown by the Abbey Dean in front of the Verdant Canyon. His face instantly turned pale, and blood began to flow from the corners of his mouth.
"Let's go."
Long Qing said expressionlessly. As his voice fell, the wind and sand on the square slowed down countless times, and the small bridges and rivers that appeared at the beginning were covered by the sand gushing out of the Arcane Tome of the Sand.
The yellow sand was covered by the sand at the bottom of the sea. There was no need to find a way out. If I cover your world with my world, then I can walk at will and go anywhere I want to go.
Long Qing took a step forward.
If there were real intelligent beings in the rivers and mountains, they might be able to see a footprint larger than a mountain under the sun. It stepped through the clouds, crushed the field, and fell on the horizon.
He only took one step to step out of the River and Mountain Sandbox and thousands of miles of rivers and mountains.
Long Qing appeared on the stage and in front of Ye Su.
There was still residual yellow sand between the two of them.
The Fourth Brother kept coughing up blood, but he was still trying to support himself. He didn't know how long he could hold on.
Long Qing held the dissipating "Arcane Tome of the Sand" Handscroll with one hand and grabbed Ye Su with the other.
A figure broke through the wind and sand. It was Tang Xiaotang. She supported her tired body with the iron rod and fell in front of Ye Su. She raised the rod with both hands and blocked Long Qing's attack with the last of her strength.
Long Qing's hand fell on the iron rod.
With a puff, Tang Xiaotang vomited blood and fell to the ground.
Long Qing took another step forward and reached out to grab Ye Su again.
At this time, the "Arcane Tome of the Sand" in his left hand was still fighting against the last scene in the River and Mountain Sandbox. More and more blood flowed out of the Fourth Brother's mouth, wetting the front of his shirt. The color of the blood became darker and darker. Finally, it even looked like ink, which was shocking.
Watching from the side, Chen Pipi finally felt despair.
His body began to tremble because he was worried about the situation of his two Senior Brothers and his lover. He was really afraid that his two Senior Brothers and his lover were about to die.
The trembling spread from his hands and feet to his chest and abdomen, then to the depths of his body, and finally to the position behind his waist. So his Ocean of Qi and Mountain of Snow also began to tremble.
His Ocean of Qi and Mountain of Snow had been destroyed. To be precise, it had been completely locked by Sangsang, and had long become a dry dead sea and black monotonous rock peak. At this time, it began to tremble!
Trembling was movement, and being able to move meant being alive.
His Ocean of Qi and Mountain of Snow actually came back to life at the most desperate moment!
Chen Pipi had no time to feel this sudden change, and it was impossible for him to have time to be ecstatic. He just followed the trembling and waved his hands to Long Qing out of pure instinct.
Ten unpredictable and shrill forces without any trace, like the flowing clouds in the sky, burst out from the front of his ten fingers and fiercely stabbed Long Qing's chest and abdomen!
After the bloody battle with Tang Xiaotang, who was favored by Haotian, and the cultivation competition with Mr. Fourth of the Academy who held the River and Mountain Sandbox, Long Qing had been seriously injured. Chen Pipi's Natural Stream Magical Finger was so unreasonable that he could not avoid it even with the "Arcane Tome of the Sand".
With a series of dense muffled sounds, the ten Natural Stream Magical Finger intents all fell on Long Qing's chest. Ten bloody holes appeared on his thin clothes in an instant, and blood was gurgling out.
Long Qing's face became paler. He looked down at his chest in confusion, and then looked up at Chen Pipi behind Ye Su, frowning slightly.
Then he figured it out.
Haotian was so weak now that she could no longer protect the people she promised to protect, such as Tang Xiaotang, so she naturally could not punish the people she wanted to punish forever. The Abbey Dean had already left Peach Mountain, and Chen Pipi, who had the same experience as him, naturally had to stand up again.
Long Qing coughed in pain. Every time he coughed, the blood in front of his chest flowed out even faster.
"Not enough." He looked at Chen Pipi and said expressionlessly.
The "Arcane Tome of the Sand" in his left hand turned into gravel and whizzed away.
In an instant, there were countless extremely thin blood lines on Chen Pipi's body.
Each line of blood came from a very small wound, and each wound was a gravel. The gravel was deep in the wound, and the pain was deep into his bones, like ants drilling into his body. How painful it was!
Chen Pipi was in extreme pain, but he did not cry. He did not want to cry because it was too shameful. So he desperately squeezed out a smile, but he did not know that the smile was as ugly as crying.
Looking at his funny face, Tang Xiaotang wanted to laugh, but also felt so sad that she wanted to cry.
Long Qing glanced at the Fourth Brother and tightened his grip on the "Arcane Tome of the Sand".
The Fourth Brother sighed and sat down weakly. Then he began to vomit blood.
There was a silence.
Long Qing looked at Ye Su, Chen Pipi, Tang Xiaotang, and Fan Yue. His eyes slowly swept across their faces, and he took a deep breath, looking very satisfied.
Some of these people were people he could only look up to in the past, and some were people he instinctively feared and even humiliated. Some were more talented than him, and some were rejected by his classmates whom he longed to be.
Now, these people were not as powerful as him. Even if they worked together, they were no match for him.
Perhaps the cultivation method he cultivated would one day turn him into a monster that lost all reason, or it would directly disintegrate his body into billions of grains of gravel. But that was a matter for the future.
He was very satisfied now, unprecedentedly satisfied.
He raised his chin, not deliberately, but he began to be proud, as if he had returned to the day he walked into Chang 'an many years ago. That day, there were countless flowers thrown on the street of Chang 'an, and he was in the center of the sedan.
At this moment, a voice was heard on the stage.
"Please lend it to me for a moment."
Ye Su's words were directed at his Fourth Senior Brother, but they also seemed to be directed at the world.
The River and Mountain Sandbox, which was about to break, came to his hand.
Long Qing looked at him and said, "You have betrayed Haotian. How can there be a miracle?"
Ye Su's Ocean of Qi and Mountain of Snow was destroyed by the sword style in the battle with Jun Mo in front of the Verdant Canyon. It had nothing to do with Sangsang, so he could not recover like the Abbey Dean and Chen Pipi.
"A miracle, or it was originally created by human beings." Ye Su said.
This sentence was the foundation of the New Stream, or the epitaph of Taoism.
Long Qing shook his head and said, "That requires strength. You don't have the strength."
The wind and sand had stopped. Only a few people on the stage were still affected by the confrontation between the River and Mountain Sandbox and the "Arcane Tome of the Sand". The square was full of dead people. Countless cavalrymen of the Divine Halls were lying in pools of blood, and many followers of the New Stream had also died. As for those followers who were still alive, even though they were seriously injured, they were still rushing to Ye Su.
They wanted to save Ye Su, even at the cost of their lives.
— — This kind of stubborn will, is it faith? Was it power?
Ye Su looked at those devout followers with complicated emotions in his eyes. He said, "I think this is power. This is the power of faith."
Long Qing said, "You should know very well that only Haotian can use the power of faith."
Ye Su did not look at him. He looked at the blue sky and asked, "What about the Buddha?"
Long Qing said, "This power … how to use it?"
Ye Su said, "I don't know … I want to borrow it."
Please lend it to me. Ye Su not only wanted to borrow the River and Mountain Sandbox from the Academy, but also wanted to borrow the power of his followers. Maybe it was really the power of faith.
A magnificent and pure power was born in the field.
The power came from the followers on the square. There were about a thousand strands of mixed aura. Then they entered Ye Su's body. When they came out again, they became … solemn.
Ye Su poured the power or aura into the River and Mountain Sandbox and looked at Long Qing.
It was an invitation.
Long Qing's expression became very serious. The "Arcane Tome of the Sand" of the Arcane Tome of the Sand suddenly disappeared faster.
He sat down in front of Ye Su.
The wind and sand rose again. Ye Su was on the verge of falling and barely sat up.
Long Qing looked at him expressionlessly.
Ye Su said, "You go first."
They were not sitting opposite each other. Of course, he would not let Long Qing make the first move. Instead, he wanted Long Qing to take the others to escape first while Long Qing was trapped by him.
Long Qing stared at his face and said, "You can't go."
Ye Su did not want to leave. He just wanted to keep Long Qing in the field so that the others could leave. If not for this reason, he would rather die than try to use this power.
He founded the New Stream to tell human beings that they did not need faith. But he did not expect that he would become the object of faith, which made him a little confused and a little sad.
What comforted him a little was that today was the first time he used the power of faith, and it would be the last time.
He founded the New Stream, but he was not Haotian. Even if he was willing to accept the incense of believers, he could not be compared with Haotian Taoism who had accepted the incense and worshipped for countless years.
The Arcane Tome was a sacred object of Haotian Taoism. Its power was unpredictable. Ye Hongyu could not resist it even with the whole Divine Hall of Judgment. How could he resist it when he borrowed the will of his followers and the River and Mountain Sandbox of the Academy?
In the wind and sand, Ye Su gradually became tired and his eyes gradually calmed down.
But Chen Pipi did not leave.
Ye Su lowered his head and said weakly, "Let's go."
At this time, everyone in the field was seriously injured. Only Long Qing could fight, and only Ye Su could make him stay for a while. But the morning light that fell on him had faded.
There was only one word difference between "go" and "let's go", but it was more like begging.
Chen Pipi fell silent and stood up with difficulty. He helped Tang Xiaotang and the Fourth Brother down from the high platform and joined the last few disciples of the Sword Garret. Then they walked out of the square.
He did not look back from the beginning to the end.
He did not speak to Ye Su. He did not cry, laugh, or scream. He just walked in silence, enduring the pain caused by the thousands of bloody holes on his body, and helped his companions to walk forward.
Because whether he cried or laughed, talked or screamed, it was a kind of farewell.
He did not want to say goodbye to Ye Su, as if it would not be a farewell forever.
After walking for a long time, they finally left the battlefield.
The cavalrymen of the Divine Halls of West-Hill did not chase them, so they survived.
Chen Pipi did not say anything and continued to move forward. He got on the carriage and drove out of the city gate into the wilderness. When he was dozens of miles away, he began to cry loudly.
The Fourth Brother sat by the window and looked at the scene outside. He wanted to say something, but he could not understand. Nothing had changed. Why did he come here?
The River and Mountain Sandbox was destroyed, and he died.
He wanted to go back to Chang 'an and ask Ning Que what had happened.
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(Today is the 22nd of February, Moji Bai's birthday. I have decided that today is also Second Brother's birthday. I wish them a happy birthday. I wish Chen Pipi can be happy again as soon as possible. I wish Ye Su can die honorably. I wish everyone can have a happy birthday. I wish I can defeat everything and be as strong as these days.)
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