There is no place where light cannot be taken care of in this main courtyard.

There is no place where light cannot be taken care of... there will be no "secrets". The yards and the doors are wide open. For thousands of years, there are all the dust in the house of the Lord of Tianqing Pond. Where are there any murals in the pavilion?

Zhang Junling browed calmly and walked around.

Finally, her eyes fell on a man in the yard who was lying in the front and seemed to be "sleeping loudly".

Gu Qian's originally handsome face was ravaged in the wind and sand for more than ten days, and there were several fine sand marks on his cheekbones. In this courtyard that was so quiet that it could be heard... there was no "slight snoring" as Zhang Junling expected.

The man who seemed to have fallen asleep was gone even the sound of breathing.

Zhang Junling's expression sank, and his two fingers poked out, stopping before his breathing.

Her eyes moved from Gu Qian's face to the black wine pot.

A place where light cannot be shined.

The world in the pot.

...

...

Gu Qian remembered that he smelled a sip of wine on the yard table.

Then.

Nothing happened.

He came here, a huge suspended tower in the air.

The white jade capital in the sky, the twelfth floor and the five cities.

This huge sky tower was hanging in front of Gu Qian. He stepped on the clouds and mist, and there was a fog that could not be seen clearly under his feet. I don’t know where there was a road... but at least there was no road in front of him.

There was a high wall in front of Gu Qian.

A...a different high wall.

The towering mountains and tassel leaves were vividly derived from this high wall, giving Gu Qian an illusion that he could integrate into the world on the other side of the wall as long as he reached out to touch the wall.

Is this a mural?

He tried to take two steps back, and then his shoulder touched something. Gu Qian, who subconsciously turned his head, first smelled a soft jade fragrance, then staggered, and collided with the people behind him.

A soft presence.

His face suddenly turned red.

Zhang Junling's expression remained unchanged for many years. He stretched out one hand, pressed Gu Qian's face, straightened his arm, and moved the head of a foolish man away from his chest.

She was in seclusion in Kunhai Cave Heaven. After entering the world, she had never been exposed to human nature and worldly ways, so naturally she would not know how to be shy.

I don't know what words like Dengtuzi mean...

But Gu Qian is a noble person who claims to be a gentleman. He quickly turned around and just wanted to apologize, but suddenly realized something.

“Where is this?”

Fog on the soles of the feet.

The towering immortal city wall in front of you.

There is also a "magnificent mural" that swept through and spreads far away.

"This is what Mr. Ning said, "The visual world"??" The man in the official robe reacted very wisely. He lowered his voice and murmured in surprise: "The place where light cannot be taken care of...that wine pot?"

"Yes, this is the world in the pot."

Zhang Junling spoke lightly, as if he had answered his question.

Gu Qian was quite a bit grateful, and spoke up in tears and asked, "Are you here to save me?"

Zhang Junling sneered, ignored this guy, walked forward two steps, hovering his fingers over the stone wall without touching it.

"Is it a physical object or a singularity? Touching is likely to be risky..."

Gu Qian looked behind him, clouds spread, and two more figures stepped into this place.

Ning Yi looked at Gu Qian, "Should you say Mr. Gu, are you lucky or courageous?"

Gu Qian was quite helpless and shrugged and smiled: "If you have this disaster in your life, it is a blessing or not a disaster, it is a disaster that cannot be avoided."

The fluttering leaves hang down like flowing fire.

When Ning Yi saw this scene, he was shocked!

This leaf!

Bone Flute Leaf... I have worn things in Xiling for more than ten years, the "Bone Plain" of the sword holder.

On the mountain was a huge blue tree, whose leaves were like clouds hanging from the sky, majestic and vast, almost breaking through the sky, and every flying leaf turned into a stream of fire.

Sure enough... the Lord of Tianqing Pond hides the big secret of the sword-holder!

Ning Yi held his breath, clenched his fists and breathed calmly.

The mansion of the Lord of Tianqing Pond of the Literature Sect has not been opened for so many years because this ancient sage is proficient in fortune-telling and knows clearly that this big secret cannot be seen by outsiders... And now, Zhang Junling has given the only solution to this main gate.

This also means that the ancient sage believed that Zhang Junling was qualified to know these secrets.

Could it be that Mr. Yuan Chun left her the clue of the "Sword Holder"?

Or is it that my mother has an intersection with Mr. Yuan Chun?

These thoughts were suppressed by Ning Yi.

The shocking picture quickly passed by, and the mural was spread by a cloud of mist, gradually transforming into a scene of all living beings. Ning Yi saw a historical past sweeping by smoke. The painter of this mural depicted a scene of peace... The shepherd sat on the top of the mountain, whistle with bones, soaring goshawks, long whales jumping out of the water, giant elephants trampling on the snowfield, and lonely wolf with his head raised.

This scene...is also very familiar.

Urla Plateau.

Or, many years ago, the Urla Plateau in ancient times.

Is this where the Lord of Tianqing Pond has been to? Is it a picture he witnessed with his own eyes? If it weren't for this, how could he describe such an image?

Immediately afterwards, a sharp murderous aura came from the scroll.

In the wind and sand, the vast flying swords, the rain of arrows, the talisman array patterns intertwined with starlight, and the smoke and dust swirled. The creatures that had been living together before appeared in this mural. The shepherd held the longbow, the goshawks overlooked the earth, the long whale raised waves, and the giant elephant in the snow field crashed into the unknown sandstorm fog... Finally, there was a lonely wolf's back, and the war depicted on the mural ended.

Is it a disaster for the destruction of the world?

Ning Yi was a little confused.

In the visual world of the sword holder, he saw the world being destroyed, but it seemed different here, here is a picture of victory.

Next was a bleak battlefield, with the sea water capsized, the corpses of giant elephants, the bone whistles of the shepherds lost, the feathers of the eagle floating in the sand and dust, the armors all over the sky and the broken talismans.

And the last, the towering wall.

A familiar feeling surged into my heart... the city wall was filled with floating "fish scales" and the majestic and invincible formation.

Every brick and tile here can be forgotten for a lifetime as long as you look at it.

Ning Yi and Pei Lingsu's heart-stirring shocking voices sounded at the same time.

"This is... the Great Wall of the North!!!"

A bleak figure stood at the head of the Great Wall in the North.

The end of the mural.

The robe is flying.

The man's voice was tired.

"The upside down sea has been pacified for thousands of disasters, and after all the difficulties, avoid the disaster of overturning, the national teacher was appointed to establish a formation pattern that would never be broken for thousands of years, and welcome the founding of the Sui Dynasty in the world."

"The year name set by Your Majesty... is the same as my name."

"Yuan."

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(The world view of this chapter is so important. I have been revised many times and finally satisfied. I have made everyone wait for a long time)
Chapter completed!