"Hey, is this really a Treadmill?! Can you stop playing with it? I think it's going to be broken by you! "
Due to some special reasons, the two of them reached a temporary agreement to travel together. Tang Wule sent a letter to the Tangmen, explaining the reason for his late return. Then, he left with Li Jiancheng.
Then, after Li Jiancheng crashed into a tree for the thirty-third time, Tang Wule finally couldn't take it anymore.
Damn, why didn't he know Li Zhaoming's skills were so bad before?!
Li Jiancheng raised his eyebrows and turned around abruptly. In the blink of an eye, he was right in front of Tang Wule. "Brother Wule, you know about the Treadmill?"
The Treadmill was a skill that Prince Changqin found not long ago from his memories. It was said that when practiced to the extreme, one could travel ten thousand miles in an instant. Ghosts and gods would not be able to find a trace of it. It could also isolate divine sense from probing. It was much more convenient than flying swords or invisibility.
Li Jiancheng first learned about the Treadmill when Chang Qin told him a story when he was young.
"Emperor Xi's Treadmill, the immortal's trace is hidden in the sky. Not seeing the Great Cliff Realm, the gods and ghosts within ten thousand miles are lost. "
Heavenly Emperor Fuxi had once used this immortal spell to its fullest potential to protect the newly born Gods during that calamity.
Hm? What catastrophe?
Forget it, don't ask me.
At that time, Li Jiancheng had pestered Prince Changqin to learn this skill that sounded very powerful. However, at that time, Prince Changqin didn't even remember how to use it. No matter how much he whined, Chang Qin couldn't conjure it. Chang Qin rarely dared to teach him incomplete spiritual skills. Of course, the spiritual skill that sent them to this world was an accident. Now, Chang Qin still didn't remember how to use it. It was also in these two years that Prince Changqin slowly found the complete cultivation method of the Treadmill from his memories. He had been practicing diligently for two years, but he was only at the entry level.
So, how did Tang Wule, who looked like a mortal, know about the magic of the ancient gods?
His Treadmill was only at the entry level, so it could only temporarily increase his speed. His body couldn't be hidden to a high level, but of course, this was relative to him. For mortals, they would only marvel at such a rare Qing Gong. How did Tang Wule know that this was a Treadmill?
Tang Wule was silent. He seemed to have exposed himself. Just as he was about to find an excuse to get away with it, the young man in front of him seemed to have discovered his thoughts and blocked his attempt to get away with it with one sentence.
"Don't tell me it's nonsense. If you don't have a certain understanding of the Treadmill, you won't be able to recognize him from my crappy footwork."
"You also know that your footwork is terrible right now."
Tang Wule complained.
Hmm?
"Now?"
Li Jiancheng was keenly aware of the time in Tang Wule's words and frowned.
So, I let my guard down because I met an old friend? Even if he was only a sixteen-year-old boy now, no matter how carefree he was, he was still the Sword Immortal Zhaoming in my memory …
Tang Wule thought so.
After all, Li Zhaoming's prestige was still there. Even if he was still a teenager, he was still his former master. When he asked, he still had to answer subconsciously. He couldn't ignore him like he did with the other Zang (Ye) Sword (God) disciples.
So, should he tell the truth?
Tang Wule thought seriously and finally came to a conclusion reluctantly under Li Jiancheng's scorching gaze.
Of course —
No.
It wasn't easy to get a chance to trick someone into calling him brother. This was a magic weapon that could be used to blackmail someone in the future. He didn't want to give it up so easily.
Little Brother Tang Wule, who looked like an ordinary person, in fact … was still considered an ordinary person. He skimmed through his memory and accurately caught a person who could take the blame in this situation —
"It was Brother Ye Hao who taught me."
It's you, Ye Hao! Please take the blame for me. I'll send you wine in the future.
Tang Wule vowed to Li Jiancheng.
"When I was a child, I failed a mission and was saved by Brother Ye Hao who came out to play at that time. He said that he liked me very much. It just so happened that my profession was an assassin. Brother Ye Hao taught me the Treadmill. I can't be saved every time I get injured. It just so happened that I learned the Treadmill. In the future, if I encounter someone I can't beat, I can run away. Brother Ye Hao said so. "
Li Jiancheng was suspicious. "Really?"
"Really." Tang Wule tried his best to control his expression that was about to burst out laughing. He tried to make himself look more reliable. Fortunately, the Tangmen disciples had a cold aura. He made up a bunch of nonsense and looked quite convincing.
"I've been practicing the Treadmill for more than ten years. Naturally, I can see the level of a beginner like you."
Li Jiancheng was skeptical. He was about to put this matter aside when he suddenly remembered —
"Wait a minute. How do you know that I know Ye Hao?"
Damn! Tang Wule instantly reacted.
"Brother Ye Hao and I are in contact. A few years ago, he said that he knew two very interesting people. One of them is you."
That was close. He almost got exposed.
Fortunately, Ye Hao had sent a message a few days ago saying that he had returned home. Otherwise, he wouldn't have dared to make up such a story. Otherwise, wouldn't Li Jiancheng be exposed if he turned around and asked Ye Hao?
After thinking about it, Tang Wule added, "Speaking of which, when I first met Brother Ye Hao, I actually called him Big Sister. Then I got beaten up by him. Are all the people in this world so unique? I also have the urge to break through the void to take a look. "
"Haha, that's indeed something that Ye Hao would do." It looked like Tang Wule was indeed on good terms with Ye Hao. He even knew about Ye Hao's true identity. Ye Hao was not someone who would casually reveal his identity. As Li Jiancheng thought about this, his attention slowly shifted elsewhere.
He was still young after all.
Tang Wule thought to himself that if it were the person he knew, he would not be able to fool him. He would probably have to explain everything to his ancestors.
"By the way, didn't Brother Ye Hao say that there was someone else with you? Why isn't he here? "Tang Wule asked as he pulled back the young man who wanted to practice the Treadmill again.
Li Jiancheng immediately put away his eagerness and pulled a long face. He gritted his teeth and said, "I don't know! He probably went to some remote forest to wander around again! "
After a pause, he said, "I'm going to look for him now."
I'm so angry. That bastard Chang Qin has been free ever since he came to this world. He's not online most of the time. When I look for him, he's nowhere to be found. Why doesn't he go to heaven!?
Although he really can go to heaven.
After he was done being angry, he started to sulk.
It was definitely not because he was not used to a certain ghost not being by his side!
Tang Wule looked at the angry young man in front of him and held back his laughter. After laughing, he quickly followed him. When Li Jiancheng practiced the Treadmill again, he casually pointed out some flaws.
Fortunately, they were in the mountains. Otherwise, the two figures would appear and disappear in broad daylight. It would be so scary that people would think that they had seen ghosts.
Then, where was the ghost that Gunslinger and Ershao were talking about?
It was really in the remote forest.
In a quiet place in the Valley Of Thousand Flowers in the Green Rock of the Qinling Mountains.
Prince Changqin carefully looked at the zither string he took out from under the water. After that, he injected his divine sense into it. The white jade-like zither string burst out with a dazzling light in an instant. In the blink of an eye, it entered his mind through the space between his eyebrows.
Chaos.
In a world where heaven and earth were not visible, where the sun and moon were not visible, a green lotus in the chaos was the only color.
The green lotus's petals were dreamy. It was a beautiful color that no one could imagine. It floated in the chaos and rotated slowly. After a long time, a majestic figure appeared in the center of the green lotus.
"Pan Gu of Guangdong was born in the Taihuang Country. He was the first to rule the world and opened up the chaos."
He grew taller and taller. His beard and hair were fluttering in anger. A huge axe appeared in his hand. His round eyes were surrounded by purple gas, as if he was going to split the boundless chaos.
And that was exactly what he did.
He split the chaos with his axe. His hands opened the sky and his feet stepped on the earth.
Later, he died.
No, maybe he did not die.
His left eye was the sun and his right eye was the moon. His four limbs and five bodies were the four poles and five mountains. His blood was the rivers. His veins were the geography. His muscles were the soil. His hair was the stars. His fur was the grass. His teeth were the gold and stone. His essence was the pearl and jade. ①
He was with all things in the world.
Later …
On the vast and traceless plateau, he wore a high hat and a long robe. His clothes fluttered in the wind. His fingers tapped on the xun. Who was it that raised the four seas and eight wastelands under his feet?
Who was it that tore open endless cracks in the sky. He wore a red robe and a long belt. He was graceful and luxurious. He searched for the five-colored stone to mend the heavens. He cut off his claws to suppress the four seas.
Who was it that the endless sea of blood surged. Spiritual pearls shone. He was unruly. Above the sea of blood, he bloomed a red lotus of karmic fire. Who was it?
Countless lights and shadows flitted across Prince Changqin's memory.
It seemed that many years had passed. The tall buildings turned into flat ground. The sea turned into mulberry fields. Glory and desolation, destruction and rebirth. These complicated scenes overlapped and rotated in Chang Qin's eyes. Finally, they turned into his first encounter with the Great Cliff Realm.
On the peak of the Great Cliff Mountain, between the clouds, there was the sound of a zither.
Golden Sword Qi spread across the many jade buildings. He danced casually in the sound of the zither.
Whose figure was that? It was like a jade mountain, shining on people.
Chang Qin opened his eyes. He felt the zither strings softly fuse into his sea of consciousness. They seemed to disappear. At this moment, the faintly discernible look between his eyebrows disappeared.
Prince Changqin of the Witch Tribe …
Ah, I really didn't expect my background to be so great.
The young man smiled. Although the memories and power he obtained from the zither strings were only a drop in the ocean, they far surpassed what he had recovered in the years when he was by Li Jiancheng's side. At the very least, he had finally figured out who he was. It would be much easier in the future.
However, in the past, would he so casually throw the zither strings in a small world?
Prince Changqin frowned slightly. A zither string had awakened the memories of his birth. It even made his divine sense experience the beginning of the world and the creation of the world again … The Fenglai Zither had 50 strings. Could it be that all 50 strings were scattered in the small world? If that was the case, where did the body of the zither go? This zither string was only discovered when it was close to the Valley Of Thousand Flowers. Could it be that he had to search for it world by world in the future?
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