Chapter 93: Secret of artifact

Wen Xuechen stared at him, and the emotions in the eyes of a pair of eyebrows were quite complicated.
Xu Xingzhi: "Snow dust, you can still remember, I asked you, 'Qing Jun Junyue is dust-free, destroying Luo Luo, calming the chaos of the magic road," what year did it happen?"
Wen Xuechen’s memory has always been good, of course, remembering that he was ugly because of his bad memory.
The history of Taoism is a lesson that they must learn from the low-level disciples. What's more, the battle of the Tao, the first year of hunting, that is what they experienced when they were young, he did not reason to remember.
This matter is not too big, but it has been swaying in the heart of Wen Xuechen. Until later, Fenglingshan accident, Fu Yaojun decided to let go of his wind and snow, before the retreat, the secrets of the artifacts were entrusted to Wen Xuechen, he combined the cause and effect, only to piece together a truth.
Since then, he has decided that the world book has a lot of power, but it is better to let Xu Xingzhi know it. After all, people’s heartfelt speculations, he and Xu Xing’s many years of friends, it’s hard to keep Xu Xingzhi’s knowledge of his own success. After that, give birth to the right and wrong.
After playing for the Jiuzhi lamp, he is even more jealous of Xu Xingzhi's ability. Otherwise, he will not be tempted to kill the machine when he knows that Xu Xingzhi is writing a script, not to miss it for a moment, and put him into the game. This is coming in the wild.
Xu Xingzhi sees Wen Xuechen still sitting himself in an eight-windless clay sculpture, and he doesn't mind if he thinks about his own thoughts, because what he wants to say next is not sure to be pleasant.
He said: "Guangfujun, and you, you all know the world book, but you have never tried my skills."
......Yes, who dares to try it.
If you deliberately imply him, let him write something, and that happened to happen. If Xu Zhizhi noticed something wrong, it would be everything.
Xu Xingzhi is not a stupid person. Everyone is swearing and keeping his mouth shut, but he is still afraid of seeing the truth. Where will he take the initiative to test the power of the world book?
Xu Xingzhi said: "If you haven't tried it, I will give you a try."
He jumped from Wen Xuechen's wheelchair and pushed him to the place where he had just sat on his seat and said, "Let's see for yourself."
Although the writing on the sand floor was wiped off by Xu Xingzhi's foot, the dagger was sharp and landed on the ground, and a white mark was drawn. The writing was vivid.
A stroke, from top to bottom, painted with the wish of Xu Xingzhi.
The top one is: "The first division of the Fengling Mountain is quiet and the monarchy is clean and the soul is reunited and resurrected."
Xu Xingzhi’s lower body, with a dagger in the back of this sentence, counted as a mark, can be regarded as a guide: "I can not make the dead resurrected."
The next one is: "Quchi's mind is wide open and returning to Qingming."
Wen Xuechen couldn't help but look out. Qu Chi had been sitting in the place outside the window of the small room, trying to build a tower with the wet mud on the riverside. He had a lot of business with Tao Yu, and he had to hold a small person with a dusty dust in front of the tower, and then pinch a beautiful little man to accompany him.
Xu Xingzhi said again: "I can't let Qu Chi return to normal."
In the mind of Wen Xuechen, there was a fascinating light in the mind.
... is it... not it...
Xu Xingzhi stabbed a white seal in the next wish: "Ying Tianchuan Zhoubeinan, how is the birth of the eight characters, died in Tianding four years, Yu Tianding fifteen years from the side of the tower to get a day of treasure, the weight Plastic meat."
In this case, he wrote about the cause and effect, time, place, and characters. In the end, he assumed that Zhou Beinan had a body last year.
However, this wish has not been reached.
Zhou Beinan is watching the Qu Chi tower outside the window. In the past, he seems to have pointed a few words, and Qu Chi is not afraid of him kicking a small family that he has begun to take shape. Because Zhou Beinan is still a soul, half a foot still Greatly blended into the knee bend of Qu Chi.
Xu Xingzhi also wrote a lot of wishes, possible, impossible, and wrote everything.
"A very absurd day, Guanghua shines."
"The giants of wild origins are all dead."
"The Lord of the Mountain has the same fate and succumb to death."
The giant of origin died, and Meng Zhongguang was swearing and swearing, and the owner of the mountain that was thrown into the nearby foothills died. Wen Xuechen couldn’t know, but he knew that the wild shadow was still gray, like a Mongolian The huge eyes of the dragonfly.
... Fortunately, the world book is not completely useless.
Wen Xuechen's eyes turned a few rounds between the white handwritings on the ground, and found that in a piece of text, there was still a fulfillment, and it should still be on himself.
"After the bells in Wen Xuechen's sleeves, Zhou Wangwen came here and asked for the bell."
This line of words is scribbled and random, and there are still a few plays, but this trivial matter is really happening.
......just happens, the bell in his sleeve rang, just to hear the ring tone is not someone else, but Zhou Wang.
Seeing this situation, Wen Xuechen has already understood the nine points.
The world is a book, bears the name of the artifact, and it sounds like a mysterious thing. It can't be said. However, because of its love and love, it was faked, and the power was damaged. Then it was easily taken by the ancestors. Yuanshen, half of the damage.
After thousands of years, it has been attached to the body of Xu Xingzhi, which is only the root of the primordial roots. However, with a simple repair, the world book can be merged with the body of Xu Xing for many years, and with Xu Xingzhi Not disturbing.
If it is really so powerful, how can Xu Xingzhi, who is lurking into it, just a district baby?
If it is really so powerful, Xu Xingzhi’s clerical error...
Xu Xingzhi apparently thought of a place with him.
Xu Xingzhi’s voice is not high or low, and he is not ill, he said:
From this point of view, this world book is not completely omnipotent. In that year, I copied the 'first year of the stalking' into a 'sign. In the second year of hunting, you and the North and South used the time of the war of the Tao to become the 'two years of the war.' At that time, the road was unintentional, and now I want to come, if the 'world book' can really rely on my right hand. If the paper falls, then the world will be chaotic."
Everything in the world bears the cause and effect, the cause of planting the dust, and the fruits of Fangsheng's future. The timing difference between many things will be a thousand miles.
Xu Xingzhi’s typo at the time was not a mistake, but he had made a mistake in the whole year.
If it is true that the pen is true, then the magic road will be more than a whole year to prepare for the war. Then, if you win or lose, it will be a deadly demon, or a Taoist devil, and it will become unknown.
...but the truth is that nothing happened.
Xu Xingzhi is just a big stroke, and he has changed his omissions.
This means that the so-called world book is nothing more than a great history of ancient and modern.
It falls on Xu Xingzhi, that is, he chose a writer, but his has lost, and he can't control what Xu Xingzhi does. Therefore, Xu Xingzhi has been able to live with this body for so many years.
It will only correct the details of the small scope and affect the cause and effect of the minutiae. For example, change the year in which the war occurred from the first year of the hunting to the second year of the war, such as copying a small note of "Northern Zhounan" and rewriting it. The brand's air transport, like the one just made, creates a seemingly coincidental little storm.
As for the old and the sick, the resentment, the catastrophe, the great disaster, the world book should not be able to control. It is like a real history official, with a thin body and a cold-eyed look.
Wen Xuechen was cold and almost broke the wooden handrail of the wheelchair.
Xu Xingzhi stood up and looked at him with some pity: "You have closed your mouth for a few days, but for the sake of not letting my identity be made public, let me use the power of the world book and return to the present world....now you I can rest assured that the world book can't affect the change of the world, and I won't be in trouble.... But we will always get out of the wild."
Wen Xuechen looked at him.
Xu Xingzhi inserted the dagger into the sheath and made a harsh golden iron voice: "The world is ours, we have to take it back."
"At that time, I will search the world, and I will find a way to save you back. When you wake up, I will slap you."
Having said that, he no longer rumors with Wen Xuechen and stepped out of the small room.
Look at the threshold of Guanhe, and look at the remaining handwriting on the ground, Wen Xuechen laughed.
... Xu Xingzhi can think of this step, it is not easy.
However, he still does not know something after all.
After leaving the small room where the snow and dust were imprisoned, Xu Xingzhi was able to move and talk in the tower, and he was able to figure out the affair. He recruited Lu Yujiu’s room to discuss matters.
Qu Chi has lost his mind, telling him that it is useless, Tao leisure does not understand the door, Zhou Wang is still young, so their family of three went to the stream to study their pagoda.
Xu Xingzhi, Meng Zhongguang, Zhou Beinan, Lu Yujiu and Yuan Ruqi, five people, together with the 14 disciples who came back from the zone of Huahua, filled a bedroom.
Xu Xingzhi said what he could say, but he said that he had not mentioned it in the thirteen years of his own washing of the soul. As for the words, he only took it in a hurry and only lied that he was confined by nine lights. Resentment is hard to say, writing a book to vent, but he is inexplicably invested in wild.
. . . Some things are open and honest, but they can only ask for peace of mind, but they will provoke everyone to have a gap in their hearts. After all, Xu Xingzhi’s purpose of coming to the wild is not glorious. It is not useful to say that it is not only for everyone.
Some explanations have been explained by the consequences. Everyone is a little embarrassed.
Zhou Beinan silently said: "That is... are you a world book?"
Xu Xingzhi corrected him: "I think that since my body can accommodate the world book, then it is probably not a complete world book, but a residual."
Zhou Beinan is still confused: "...not... I saw the cool valley being destroyed, and then I was smashed by the magic road. I still saw the four artifacts, and I thought that the artifacts were destroyed early..."
Xu Xingzhi is not allowed.
Danyang Fenglin’s good news was heard and confronted by Tu Yiping, who was next to him. He just said,
We’ve heard about it. When the four doors are just broken, there are rumors, saying that Xu Xing’s body is in his possession. The world book, privately and with the nine lights, colluded with four murders..."
Zhou Beinan: "...when you see us, why don't you say that?"
Tu Yiping said: "I didn't believe this set of words with Lin Shixiong. I was only deliberately defiled by Xu, and I used the world book power to suppress the counter-attacks of the disciples. Later, the magic road passed the wind and said it was execution. Xu Shixiong took out the world book in his body, and Danyangfeng disciples were still sad for a few days."
When Yuan Ruyi heard such a shocking thing, he quickly calmed down.
She thought of an important thing: "Where are the other three artifacts going?"
Xu Xingzhi touched the tip of his nose: "There are four pieces of the key to open the wild, and there are four kinds of "artifacts" guarded by the four doors. I think that perhaps the wilderness was made by the four artifacts, but the world book is unknown. Why was it not cast into the wild, and finally fell to the Fengling custody. The three pieces of debris that are now in our hands are most likely the fragments left after the fusion of the three artifacts."
Meng Zhongguang, who has been silent since then, added: "These pieces are all secretly told to me by the brothers. So I think that the brothers may really be inspiring with the other three artifacts. So you can point out where the debris is."
Xu Xingzhi only when Meng Zhongguang took some clues, knowing that he had concealed a lot of things, but he was willing to lie for himself. He couldn’t help but feel moved and shook his hand under the table.
Xu Xingzhi still remembers that the reason for writing his own words was a dream, and he dreamed of Meng Zhongguang’s surname. After all, he wrote that he was afraid of not a story, but what the world book sensed, what was destined to happen, or what had happened.
As Meng Zhongguang said, since the world book is juxtaposed with other three artifacts, it can sense the location of its own fragments and other artifact fragments, and then unconsciously write through its own pen, it is not impossible.
Zhou Beinan repeatedly shook his head: "I still don't believe it. This is too sinister."
Xu Xingzhi does not raise the bar with Zhou Beinan. He has no evidence, everything is speculation.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, Lu Yuji straightened up and proposed: "Xu brother, we have found three pieces of debris, although I don't know if there are any world book fragments, but if you imagine, the artifacts will inevitably produce Reaction. Brothers can give it a try, can it be linked to the other three pieces of debris?"
Several people looked at each other for a while and felt that this law was feasible.
This piece is precious. They are each packaged in a kit. Meng Zhongguang added a layer of seals. The spirits are intertwined, and he can't help but open it. No one can take it. .
Meng Zhongguang placed three kits on the table and unsealed them.
At the same time, Tao leisure took a pair of mud hands and walked to the tower.
Qu Chi’s small tower was set up, and they should be asked to see it. Although Tao Leisure persuaded him to talk about things, Qu Chi did not listen. He saw that he had to run into the tower himself, disturbing the matter, and Tao Yu had to call Zhou. I hope to appease him a little, and I have advanced the tower. I am going to kneel at the door, waiting for everyone to discuss the matter, and then asking them to watch the works of Qu Chi.
When he walked to the door of the small room, the kit that had been properly sealed and not vented by the spirits was also shattered with brilliance.
Xu Xingzhi’s sensation of the internal organs is not painful. It seems that there is an invisible giant hand squeezing his internal organs, and all the flesh and blood should be taken out.
He was discolored and almost slammed to the ground.
Everyone originally wanted to see what happened when Xu Xingzhi and these three pieces collided. Who wanted Xu Xingzhi to appear in the golden light, and then there was a very painful color on the face.
Meng Zhongguang screamed and waved the cover of the kit for more than a dozen times. When he was holding Xu Xing, his face was a hundred times more than Xu Xingzhi.
Outside the door, the moment when the kit was unsealed, Tao Yu was also planted on the ground, his head slammed on the stone wall of the door, and the sound was very heavy and stuffy.
The heart hurt so much that he couldn’t make a sound. He only had to crawl on the ground like a kitten. The slender fingers grabbed his chest, and the door sounded a bit confusing. No one noticed that there was a trembling outside the door. Tao leisure.
The pain was fleeting, and Tao Yu bowed himself into a shrimp and gasped in horror.
He clearly saw it. When the chest hurts like a knife, a golden light emerged from his chest, which is terrible.
Tao leisure couldn't climb for a moment, and Khan Jinjin's head was placed against the door, with the creaking ears, listening to the sound coming from inside the door.
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From the perspective of the brothers, he can only rely on the existing clues to speculate that the world book is on himself.
There is one important thing he does not know, that is, there is no world book in the wild.