Chapter 10 Qiyun Stone Gate
I can't feel the passage of time in the mysterious cave. After learning about the three-color Honglian, Huang Wuji also has a trace of curiosity about the other five lucky treasures in his heart.
However, curiosity does not mean that Huang Wuji is moved by them. In Huang Wuji's view, luck is important. However, the right people can better play their role.
"It's time to go out!" Although Huang Wuji doesn't know how long he has been in the mysterious cave. However, it is certain that the time will not be short.
With the three-color Honglian mysterious cave, for Huang Wuji, it is like his own back garden. As long as he has an idea, he can go out at any time. Unfortunately, Huang Wuji still doesn't want to go out. The nine stone gates outside are very attractive to him.
The memory of the three-color Honglian has been basically dredged by Huang Wuji. However, the memory of the nine stone gates outside seems to be sealed by something. No matter how you look for it, you can't find the memory inside the nine stone gates.
In the opportunity of Tricolor Honglian, there is only the most basic information about the secret behind the nine stone gates. If you want to open the nine stone gates, you must take luck to open them. Corresponding to one hundred years, five hundred years, one thousand years, five thousand years, ten thousand years, fifty thousand years, one hundred thousand years, five hundred thousand years, one million years.
Huang Wuji inherited the 100,000-year fortune of the tricolor Honglian, and was worried about the secret behind the nine stone gates. Huang Wuji came out of the Wanzai Qingkong Pool. After getting dressed, he went out.
Outside the mouth of the cave is the stone gate. The last stone gate takes millions of years of luck. Huang Wuji is not so arrogant that he can definitely open it. 500,000 years ago, he also gave up. In front of the 100,000-year-old gas movement stone gate, Huang Wuji stopped and put his hand on the stone gate, ready to transport his own gas into the stone gate.
However, when Huang Wuji's hands just touched the stone gate, a frightening fluctuation instantly spread from the body of the tricolor Honglian to him. A memory different from the three-color Honglian seemed to be an instinctive reaction. As the owner of the three-color Honglian, Huang Wuji immediately understood the meaning of the fluctuation.
As soon as he understood the meaning of the fluctuation, a drop of cold sweat from Huang Wuji's forehead flowed down his neck, and his face suddenly became ugly. As the hegemon of the Middle-earth people, Huang Wuji has never had such a situation in the unified war. He has always been ruthless in the eyes of others, and he is in extreme calmness all the time. There are few other expressions, and the joys and sorrows seem to have been insulated from him.
The fluctuation turned into a piece of information into Huang Wuji's brain. It turned out that he inherited the mysterious cave, which is not without price. The power to maintain the mysterious cave in a different space is the luck of the tricolor Honglian itself. Otherwise, the luck accumulated by the tricolor Honglian for millions of years will not be only 100,000 years.
Although the three-color Honglian instinctively absorbs not much luck, after a million years, at least 500,000 years of luck is spent on maintaining the blessed land. In addition to the predestined plan every 100,000 years, it can almost be said that there is no income, only output.
After Huang Wuji became the owner of the tricolor Honglian, although the tricolor Honglian still maintained the instinctive absorption of heaven and earth. However, this ability has been greatly weakened, and it is still a little reluctant to maintain the operation of the world.
It's okay, with 100,000 years of luck. If Huang Wuji uses up 100,000 years of luck at this time, the cave heaven and earth will collapse in an instant, and the three-color Honglian will also disappear into a different space with the destruction of the cave heaven and earth.
It takes 5,000 years of air luck every year, and 100,000 years of air luck can only last for 20 years. At the thought of this, Huang Wuji felt a little dizzy. It is not easy to find a place to maintain the blessed land for 5,000 years every year.
However, there is a point that Huang Wuji is very gratified that the tricolor Honglian will automatically remind you when it encounters something of luck. Moreover, everyone in the world has their own luck. Even a grass, a bouquet of flowers, a dog on the roadside, ants in the deep mountains, ordinary people, etc., they all have their own luck.
Air luck is also good and bad. Normal air luck is divided into white, yellow, red and gold. And the last purple. The hundred-year-old luck includes the 500-year-old fortune, which belongs to the white fortune, the thousand-year-old fortune is yellow, the ten-thousand-year fortune is red, the 100,000-year-old fortune is golden, and only the legendary million-year-old fortune is purple.
Purple itself is the most noble color between heaven and earth, and it has been the supreme representative since ancient times.
There is only one kind of bad luck in luck, that is black. Ordinary black luck is just to make a person unlucky, but a person who is black to a certain extent. Bad air transportation will produce qualitative changes, which can absorb normal air transportation to a certain extent.
And bad luck can be said to be the best tonic for the six sacred objects. Ordinary black luck brings little effect. However, more than ten thousand years of black luck can be transformed into normal luck, and a thousand-year-old black luck and a hundred years of black luck can be used to maintain the operation of the earth.
However, there is a difficult problem. People with ten thousand years of black luck have an instinctive peep into the holy things of luck. A person who can have black luck for more than ten thousand years is also a person of great luck in some aspects. Super unlucky people can't die, not what a blessing is.
The people with black luck and the owners of normal luck are born in a hostile relationship. Both sides take the elimination of each other as their responsibility, and there will basically be no time for the relationship to ease.
There are many problems with the tricolor Honglian. Huang Wuji carefully recalled the past of his life and never seemed to have had absolute hostility to anyone. This situation shows that Huang Wuji was also the owner of normal luck, but he had never met the owner of black luck.
The world is infinite. It is said that there is no black lucky person among the hundreds of millions of people in the Middle-earth people, and they will not believe it even if they kill the emperor. However, this is the case. Huang Wuji has never encountered a unified war.
This point raised a question in Huang Wuji's heart. In addition, the unification war in the previous life was too smooth, and it seemed to be saved every time. It can be said that there was no defeat.
With the reference of three-color Honglian, one doubt after another unfolded in his heart. How many doubts made Huang Wuji feel a little strange to the universe mainland, as if it was shrouded in a layer of mist that made people unable to see it.
The universe is not as simple as Huang Wuji looks on the surface. In the five major imperial dynasties of the Middle-earth people, there is an invisible big hand behind the six sons of great fortunes manipulating their lives, including Huang Wuji.
Thinking of this, the corners of Huang Wuji's mouth were gently picked up, and a smile rose from the corners of his mouth. The laughter went from small to large, and finally turned into crazy laughter.
"Interesting, interesting, too interesting. Only in this way can it be in vain for my emperor to be reborn once!" Huang Wuji's face was filled with a crazy smile, and his pupils were like eagles flying in the sky. There seemed to be lightning across the sky in his dark eyes, illuminating the original black sky.
The laughter lasted for a quarter of an hour, and it gradually became smaller and smaller. In the end, Huang Wuji's smiling face became serious. Only the unwavering firmness in his eyes made people feel that he was still the same.
Huang Wuji walked through the stone gate for 100,000 years and came to the first stone gate that only needs a hundred years of luck. In the memory of Tricolor Honglian, luck is not infinite. If you use it once, it will be less. It must be supplemented by a new source.
The gas transport stone door for more than a thousand years is not within the consideration of the emperor's infinite. If you want to meet something of luck in the outside world, it must not be a simple thing. You can save a little. Luck is not money. If you don't have it, you can make money again. You can make money by burning, killing, plundering and everything.
Huang Wuji put his hands on the stone door, and his mind moved. He could obviously find that a wisp of golden thin thread the size of hair was separated from the golden luck in his body and penetrated into the stone door.
After a wisp of golden luck, the original golden luck suddenly changed into an extremely dark red color like ink. This change suddenly surprised Huang Wuli. He thought there was something wrong. He didn't even care about the stone door that slowly opened with dust and began to check his body.
However, I checked it several times, but I didn't find anything wrong. Huang Wuji's nervous heart gradually relaxed, and then looked for questions about luck in his huge memory.
Hard work pays off. Huang Wuji found the answer from a corner of the huge memory of Tricolor Honglian. It turns out that the luck will also change relatively. A trace of 100 years of luck is separated from the 100,000-year golden luck, making Huang Wuji's own luck become 99, 900 years, which belongs to ten thousand years of luck, and it is normal to turn into red luck.
With this explanation, Huang Wuji was relieved. However, it is still a little uncomfortable for the golden luck to turn red. Huang Wuji turned around and saw the open stone door.
A touch of metallic luster emanated from the stone door, and Huang Wuji stepped in. The stone door was only ten feet in size, with a round table in the center, and the metallic luster shining in the center of the table.
Huang Wuji looked at the side of the table, and the corners of his mouth seemed to be disdainful. He reached out and weighed the things on the table and pinched them in his hand. He said softly, "I thought it was something. It turned out to be a storage ring, which wasted a hundred years of my luck. What a pity!"
Huang Wuji bit his finger and dripped a trace of purple gold blood on the ring. At the moment when the purple gold blood touched the ring, a colorful light rose to the sky, shining the whole stone door like a day, and the seven-color light floated in the stone door as if it were in the sky.
Seeing the abnormality of the ring, Huang Wuji's eyes narrowed, but his eyes became a little excited. The process of identifying the Lord lasted for a quarter of an hour, and the colorful brilliance finally disappeared. Huang Wuji looked down at the ring on his finger, and an idea got into the ring.
The inside of the ring is gray, which can't be seen at a glance. It seems to be boundless. There are three golden boxes floating over the gray. When Huang Wuji saw the brocade box, there was a smile on his face outside. The situation inside the ring was similar to what he guessed.
The gorgeous performance of the ring just now made Huang Wuji believe that the arrival of the ring must not be simple, and a storage ring has not reached the level of exchange with a hundred years of luck.
Seeing the three brocade boxes in the ring, Huang Wuji knew that his idea was right. The idea withdrew from the ring. Huang Wuji, who opened his eyes, had three more brocade boxes in his hand. The brocade box wrapped in gold and yellow satin had a beautiful feeling under the light of the night pearl of the stone gate.