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Chapter 599 Extra (3)
Chapter 599 Extra (3)
第 501
In the past, the Great Dao was flawed, and no one advanced to the level of Deity Transformation.
Only those who break free from the shackles of destiny can briefly unleash the power of the Nascent Soul stage under the flawed Heavenly Dao.
The Qingyun Sect breaks fate with swords, the Juque Sect builds fate with formations, the Taibai Sect avoids fate with music, and the Zhaixing Tower obtains fate through divination.
On other continents, there are different methods.
For example, the Moon Shadow Pavilion, where Hua Yingting is located, can open the gap between illusion and reality. Its most famous Taoist technique is "Great Luo Heaven".
Unfortunately, entering the path is a hurdle.
There is also the risk of getting lost in one's own illusions.
The same Taoist method can take different forms when practiced by different people. For example, Hua Yingting entered the Tao in a dream after flying across the lake in the past.
As an exchange student at Moon Shadow Pavilion, her life trajectory would likely involve traveling abroad for many years, returning to her sect, and assisting her older sister, Zhao Hua Niang, who would succeed her as sect leader.
Because of their practice of illusion magic, the women and men in Moon Shadow Pavilion often possess captivating and mesmerizing appearances.
It should be so captivating that people can't look away.
Huaying was originally like this.
Back then, she said she was going to travel the world, but Zhaohua Niang never expected that her sister's departure would last for nearly a hundred years.
"you……"
Zhao Hua Niang hesitated, as if she wanted to say something but then stopped herself.
He slowly raised his hand to shield his eyes, seemingly unwilling to look any longer, and sighed softly before continuing:
Are you here to help me pass on to the afterlife?
Moon Shadow Pavilion emphasizes image management.
The so-called "form" refers to appearance, while the so-called "image" is similar to the "image" in "the great elephant has no form".
If one only cultivates the form but not the essence, one cannot enter the Dao.
Hence the saying: "If the body is not burdened by form, then the Great Luo Heaven is right before your eyes."
Zhao Hua Niang had to admit that Hua Yingting had traveled the martial world for a hundred years and made great progress in his cultivation, but no matter how you looked at it... it seemed like he had gone astray.
First cultivate Buddhism and Taoism, then enter the path of medicine.
Now, it has even developed a bit of compassion for "saving all living beings," but I don't know what it has been through.
When Zhao Hua Niang glanced over, she felt that staring at her seemed offensive.
So and so...
How do you draw others into an illusion?
Sitting below, holding a cup of tea and sipping it, Hua Yingting smiled slightly and asked in return:
"Sister, if you dare not look up at me, how can you break my illusion?"
After speaking, he placed the teacup in his hand on the table.
As the tea in the cup rippled, Zhao Hua Niang awoke from her dream with a start.
He looked around, then stood up angrily and shouted:
"Huaying, stop! Aren't you going home yet?!"
Outside Moon Shadow Pavilion, Hua Yingting woke up from her sleep and, seeing Xu San'er guarding her, quickly said:
"Hurry, hurry! Big sister's coming to arrest us!"
"Got it!"
The inlaid gold-framed Xuan Tie horse has been repaired and is now moving at lightning speed.
Xu San'er, who once squandered his fortune, is now enjoying great wealth. In his own words—
"When I go out to do business, I don't know why, but I always feel like everyone owes me some money!"
This is not just Xu San'er's self-righteousness.
Rather, true knowledge comes from practice.
Not only did his business bring in a flood of spirit stones, but even when he got into disputes with others, it seemed as if the cultivator opposite him owed him something, constantly giving him openings...
Where do we go next?
"Let's go to the Maple Forest. The news is spreading like wildfire. I heard that A-Yao has been spotted in that secret place."
"It's strange, but all these years, you've never dreamed about Sister Zhu's whereabouts."
"She never appears in my dreams."
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Someone was startled awake from a dream.
It was an ordinary afternoon.
Shen Xun heard the cry of the Glazed Sunflower. He slowly opened his eyes. The room was protected by an array, and everything was as it had been before.
He pushed open the door and saw that the spiritual herbs in the courtyard were thriving. Stepping out of the courtyard, he saw fellow disciples coming and going, and many unfamiliar faces.
"Hey, are you awake?"
When Ying Mang, the Soul-Chasing Arrow, saw Shen Xun, he was quite intrigued.
He stepped forward, patted him on the shoulder, and said:
"Perfect timing! It's the first day of the new disciples' initiation ceremony. Shall we go and see what's going on?"
Shen Xun was somewhat bewildered.
His last memory was of the Howling Sky Sect.
It was unexpected that he was able to wake up now, and even... Shen Xun realized the completeness of his destiny, as if the missing part had been filled in.
He immediately thought of the person with whom he shared destiny.
what happened.
What happened to Zhu Wuyao?
Ying Mang decided to check on his fellow disciples who had been asleep for many years first, and then go watch the excitement later. He replied:
"His whereabouts are unknown. He probably went into seclusion. A while ago, someone accidentally entered a secret realm. There was a huge maple forest inside, and when the wind blew, it sounded like the sound of swords."
"I guess it's the falling leaves welcoming autumn?"
Have they gone into seclusion?
Shen Xun frowned slightly, somewhat puzzled.
Seeing that Ying Mang was eager to go watch the excitement, he didn't want to disturb him further, so he immediately thanked him and said:
"I'll go visit Senior Brother Shen first."
"Ahem..." Ying Mang suddenly didn't know what to say. After hesitating for a moment, he decided to speak frankly:
"Remember to buy a few sticks of incense first."
After saying that, Ying Mang activated his escape technique and turned to run away at lightning speed, leaving Shen Xun standing there dumbfounded.
From this moment forward, Shen Xun may embark on a magnificent and turbulent story, but it will no longer involve his old friends.
The stories of those who have passed away are now history.
What night is this? The world has changed.
He pushed open the door to Shen Anzhi's courtyard and sat quietly by the stone table. Shen Anzhi would no longer pour him tea or heal his wounds, Zhu Wuyao would no longer compete with him for luck, and Song Kezi would no longer try to lead him astray.
When Shen Xun was at Xiaotian Sect, he hadn't decided whether to seek revenge or repay a debt of gratitude.
When he woke up, the intricate cause and effect seemed to be wiped clean, all the stories were already set in stone, and those who came late could not change a single word.
A strange woman was standing in front of the courtyard gate.
"I heard that you also have a grudge against Fallen Leaves Inviting Autumn," she said. "The cause and effect you were trying to escape has been settled by me."
Shen Xun sat by the stone table and slowly looked up.
In that instant, he had to admit that Shen Anzhi's years of teachings seemed to have been of little use.
He looked at the woman, but felt no goodwill or sympathy for her; instead, he felt an inextinguishable loathing.
Shen Xun stood up and walked towards the door.
The courtyard gate closed behind him, and as he brushed past the woman, he paused, scoffing:
"If after Luoye Yaoqiu dies, the martial world is left with someone like you, then it will be utterly boring."
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"Over the past century, he has displayed the chivalrous spirit of the martial arts world."
"In the Battle of Licheng, countless heroes and chivalrous warriors rushed forward one after another. The walls were broken and the blood was still wet. How many people sacrificed their lives for righteousness? Even the notorious Juque Sect showed its great spirit in the face of danger. Today, please hear me out..."
The storyteller recounted the Battle of Licheng again and again.
I don't know how many new and interesting angles I've seen.
It's indeed rare to find someone who tells a story from the perspective of the Juque School.
Upon hearing this explanation, someone curled their lip in disdain and said to their grandson beside them:
"In chaotic times, heroes emerge in droves, which is not a good thing."
"Now that the world is at peace, we no longer hear of any great heroes who have made a name for themselves."
"This is a misfortune for chivalrous heroes, but a blessing for us ordinary people!"
The child looked up and said, "When I grow up, I want to be a great hero like Falling Leaves Inviting Autumn!"
"You be the leader!"
"That's right, I want to be a leader—oh dear!"