Storm of Kings

"Jing Quan..." When Zhou Lie shouted, the anaconda swallowed Jing Quan's figure in one bite.

"Wait, I'll save you!"

The broadsword slashed forward. Unexpectedly, it was dark before Zhou Lie found himself staggering into a cave.

There are many fist-sized hollow copper balls floating in the front, refracting red light from time to time.

"This? This is it? There is obviously a giant python outside."

Jingquan walked straight forward and said as he walked: "Hurry up and keep up. Fortunately, this time the Taoist Palace is fully open to the market water stream, so you and I can each have a god position. This place is extremely hidden. There should be no one to go first. "

"This is too amazing, how do you turn the python into a cave?" Zhou Lie hasn't returned to his senses until now.

Jingquan’s eyes became particularly agile, and he said in a faltering tone: “Ancient legend says that rhinos dare not burn. They burn with a strange fragrance. People can communicate with ghosts. Look at the red light burning in the copper balls around them. It was the rhinoceros. I smelled a strange scent that penetrated my mind, so I was sure that the snake outside was an illusion."

"It turned out to be drugged?" Zhou Lie felt that he had gained insight again. It was good to come out and explore new things every day.

At this moment, Jing Quan suddenly stopped, and he couldn't help asking from behind, "Why aren't you leaving? Is it somewhere?"

"It's too early! I haven't finished what I just said. The legend says that rhinos dare not burn them. They burn with a fragrant smell. People can communicate with ghosts. Behind is the bank of the Forgotten River, resting with the monarch, in the mud, and The monarch’s hair is entangled, and there is nothing to show in the heart. Only a wisp of charm, ignites a hearth, and withered bones give birth to mandala.

Zhou Lie was confused: "What does this mean by the bank of the Forgotten River, in the mud?"

As soon as the voice fell, he couldn't help his eyes widening.

The fog in front of me was so clear, now it became clear, and I heard the sound of running water.

There is a wide river in front of me, but I was in a stone cave just now, so why did I reach the river at once?Is it another drug that brings people into the illusion?

That's not to say, the river is white with bones, and I don't know how many people died, all of them fell into the mud.

"Look there!" Jing Quan raised his finger.

Zhou Lie looked at the direction pointed by Yingbai's fingertips and saw two dead bones embracing each other, one of which was wrapped around the other with long hair.

They may be lovers before they died, but they still cuddled together tightly after death, doing everything possible to keep each other's bones inseparable.

There are five or six red flowers growing on the two dead bones. They are vivid and thrilling, as if a strange charm surrounds them.

"Not dead? Where can you live? You have to die once to realize the value of life." Jing Quan said and walked into the mud, completely unable to see that the scene ahead was an illusion.

"Wait for me..." Zhou Lie jumped into the mud with a plop, and leaped towards Jingquan tightly. He didn't want to fall behind too much, and shouted, "Who are these two dead bones? Are those red flowers mandala? What are they good for?"

A voice came from the front: "My Jing family once came out of a genius named Jing Hong. He cultivated to the fifth grade at a young age and made a lot of effort in the entire Donghai Province. Jing family also thrived because of him. But he fell in love with him. A woman who shouldn't love, this is the place where he met his lover, and the place where that woman chose to die!"

"The burial place? It sounds like this should be a very poignant story." Zhou Lie moved his steps, feeling unusually heavy underneath him, and perhaps he would sink here forever whenever he stepped out.

Jing Quan stood still and said lightly: "When I was young, I felt sad and beautiful when I heard their stories, but when I grew up, only sadness and misery remained in my heart. Jinghong abandoned the whole family for this woman, and he was ruined. Could it be that The power of love? I swear to take a warning in this life and I will live up to the cultivation of my family."

"Oh!" Zhou Lie sighed and said, "You are too tired to live like this, but I think Senior Jinghong and this woman truly love each other.

"You live so innocent!" Jing Quan lowered his head and said, not feeling very high.

"Hahaha, look at my shapely muscles, which one is simple? It was all hard-worked. At that time, it was just to work harder. Now I stepped on the road to the ancestral court. Eight-sided. Just relying on this good body can't fight a fourth-rank high official to go back? If the fourth-rank is not good, then the fifth-rank, I don't know if there is a first-rank cultivation base in the world."

Jing Quan looked back at Zhou Lie, who was full of vigor and said, "Thank you for your comfort. There is naturally a level of cultivation in the world, and there are legends that there are super-level sages flying to heaven. This is the goal of all the family's crazy efforts. The ancestral court was established in the sky, so that the ancestors and ancestors gathered to protect their children and grandchildren. There is even a legend that there is a direct access to the heavens. Those masters of the fifth rank and above went to the heavens to practice. treasure."

"Wh? What? Ascended to Heaven?" Zhou Lie opened his mouth wide, unable to digest the shocking news for a while.

"Some of the legends are true, I don't know! But there are too many such legends, and people have to believe..." Jing Quan suddenly jumped up and fell beside the two withered bones, and quickly picked two. Mandala, shaking his hand to Zhou Lie.

"Eat it. Only by eating the mandala can you experience life and death. This is Jinghong's last effort for the Jing family. I can appreciate this love."

The corners of Jing Quan’s eyes couldn’t stop tears, and he suddenly shouted sadly: "Father, this is the first time I called you, and the last time I called you. You and Niangquan know you, don’t worry! Even if the family conceals it, I know This matter. On the bank of the Forgotten River, resting with the emperor’s growth, in the mud, entangled with the emperor’s hair, there is nothing to express in the heart, only a charm, burning a pot of spirits, the dried bones give birth to mandala. Aniang, Give birth to a great benevolence and repay it in the next life. If you bear this mandala for me, you will repay it to the Jing family in this life."

Hearing this heart-piercing voice, Zhou Lie didn't know when, a tear dripped from the corner of his eyes.

He finally understood that if there is a cause, there must be an effect. Jingquan's ability to achieve the god of longevity is not good luck, but the work of the previous generation.This is the real family, passed on from generation to generation, and protected from life and death!!!

The ripples on the bank of Wangchuan, the breeze caressed her daughter's soul!

Two dead bones turned into dust and scattered, Jing Quan raised his hand to bid farewell.She seemed to see the figure of her father and mother, just ahead, her mother turned her head and smiled, expressing love.

"Entangling with Junfa, there is nothing to express, only a charm! Mother, go well!" Jing Quan stuffed the mandala into his mouth, chewed, and chewed, tears blurred his vision...