Ju Jian thought about it and nodded, "You're right. Everything we have belongs to our master, so it's not a big deal." p
On the other side, Lan Jian suddenly whispered, "Do you think our master will ask us to serve him tonight?" p
Mei Jian spat, "What are you thinking about in that head of yours?" p
Zhu Jian also blushed and said, "I've heard from Sister Shi that the personal maids of rich families have to warm the bed for their master." p
"Don't think too much. Hurry up and practice." Mei Jian pinched his sister, but he couldn't help but think of some scenes. He didn't know if it was because of the posture, but his body was getting more and more numb. p
The whispers of the maids were quiet, but it didn't escape Song Qingshu's ears. Hearing what they were talking about, he didn't know whether to laugh or cry. It seemed that although Tianshan Tonglao was fierce, she treated them well. Otherwise, she wouldn't have such a lively personality. p
But he quickly calmed down and continued to look at the murals in the cave. First, he had the special ability to learn something immediately, and second, his cultivation was high. Although he looked at the murals very quickly, he quickly mastered all the martial arts. In the end, he didn't need to use the Qinggong of the Taixuan Sutra, and his whole body was floating in the air. p
After a few more hours, Song Qingshu had almost mastered all the martial arts in the stone room. He felt refreshed, and his martial arts realm seemed to have reached another level. p
When he was about to leave, he suddenly heard a slight whining sound in the air. He couldn't help but stop. The sound was too soft. If he didn't have a divine cultivation, he wouldn't have been able to hear it. p
After a while, the whining sound came again. It felt like the legendary ghost crying at night. If it was an ordinary person, they would have been scared to the point of peeing their pants. However, Song QingShu, who had been educated in a complete scientific system, would not be scared by such a small thing. p
Soon, he understood that there must be a secret room somewhere, and the air flowed through some small cracks into the hidden cavity. That was why the sound was made. p
Song Qingshu followed the sound and walked in. After walking for a few feet, he finally arrived in front of a large stone wall. He reached out his hand and touched it. He extended his inner force into it and quickly felt that there was a large space inside. p
After looking around, he noticed that a lampstand at the side was a little out of place. He tried twisting it a few times, and a stone door gradually opened. Song Qingshu looked back and saw that Mei Lan, Zhu Ju, and the others were concentrating on cultivating in the distance. They did not notice the situation here. p
He was skilled and bold, so he wasn't afraid of any traps inside, so he walked straight in. p
The secret chamber was neither too big nor too small, about a few dozen square meters. However, Song Qingshu was still shocked, because the first thing he saw was a skeleton sitting on a chair in front of him. p
It would have been fine if it had been an ordinary skeleton, but the skeleton looked very small, like a child. However, even though it had turned into a skeleton, the way it sat gave off an air of arrogance. p
"How strange!" Song Qingshu was puzzled. It seemed that this skeleton was a top martial arts expert when it was alive, or someone who had been in a high position for a long time. Otherwise, it wouldn't be able to give off such an air just by sitting. p
"Could it be Pan Lang's remains?" A thought flashed through Song Qingshu's mind, but he quickly denied it. The skeleton in front of him was small and delicate, and it seemed to be young. Moreover, it was a female. It couldn't be Pan Lang. p
Song Qingshu suddenly noticed that there was a scroll of parchment in the skeleton's hand. He gently took it down, and a few words appeared in front of him. "The Art of Eternal Life!" p
"Eternal life?" Song Qingshu sneered. Since ancient times, emperors, generals, and ministers all pursued the art of eternal life. What kind of person was Emperor Qin back then? He used the power of the whole country to unify the world, but it was all for naught. The later emperors learned from him, and all of them cultivated and consumed pills. In the end, not only did they not obtain eternal life, but they also died prematurely because of heavy metal poisoning. p
Originally, Song Qingshu admired the person in front of him. She must have been a great person when she was alive. Unexpectedly, she was also a stupid person who pursued immortality. p
However, he still opened the whole parchment to see what was written on it. Very soon, his expression changed. The first few sentences mentioned the Unique Art of Eight Desolations and Six Directions:
"… Although this art is miraculous and has the effect of immortality, it is not true eternal life. Even with Master's omnipotent abilities, when his time is up, he has no choice but to pass away …"
Song Qingshu nodded. It seemed that this person was not stupid. He continued to read and saw the words written on it:
"What is eternal life? I have studied the ancient books and know that the Five Decays of Deities and the limit of one's physical body are the rules of the Great Dao. No matter how high one's martial arts is, one cannot go against it. Although the physical body cannot live forever, what about the soul?" p
Song Qingshu's heart skipped a beat. He subconsciously thought of the Venerated Ming. Didn't the Venerated Ming develop the art of possession and successfully possess Zhang Wuji's body? In a sense, he had already obtained eternal life. p
At first, he was just casually looking at it. But now, he could not wait to continue reading. "What is the soul? I have thought about it, and it is nothing more than memories and ways of thinking. If another person has the same memories as me, the same way of thinking as me, and thinks from the bottom of his heart that he is me, does this count as me continuing to live in this world in another way?" p
"This …" Song Qingshu could not help but be a little dumbfounded. This was the first time he had heard of such an idea. At first, he felt that it was extremely ridiculous, but gradually, he felt that it made some sense. p
If A had all the memories of B, the same way of thinking, and even thought that he was B, then was he A or B? p
He thought about it until his head was spinning. He thought that such a topic would definitely make the philosophers of the post-apocalyptic world argue endlessly. He continued to read, only to see that it said, "After exhausting all my knowledge, I have finally found a way to achieve eternal life. First, I will find a suitable candidate. She is young and does not have too many memories. If she looks similar to me, it would be even better. I will use our sect's soul-searching technique to erase her original memories. Then, I will imprint my childhood memories into her mind bit by bit. I will teach her the same way of thinking and the martial arts that I know. After a hundred years, she will be able to live in my place forever …"
Song Qingshu's expression changed several times. Suddenly, a few speculations flashed through his mind. He could not help but feel his hair stand on end. "No way …"
"Recently, I was plotted against by that b * tch Li Qiushui. If it was before, I could recover in a few months. But now, something went wrong while practicing this method of immortality. I don't have much time left. Fortunately, I found a smart girl a few days ago. Most importantly, she looks very similar to me when I was young. It seems that the plan has to be advanced …"
The writing at the back was a little blurred. However, reading this, Song Qingshu gradually understood the whole story. This petite skeleton in front of him was most likely the real Heavenly Mountain Tonglao. She had been studying a method of immortality in the Vulture Palace these years. Who knew that she would be plotted against by Li Qiushui at the critical moment. Therefore, she had to find a little girl who looked similar to her and brainwash her with the method of immortality. Finally, she passed all her martial arts to her …
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