Chapter 312 Dream Back to the Celestial Court, Huanghuang Immortal Dynasty Memories
"In the past, a scholar returned home depressed, and the boat was tired and tired. He passed through the inn and slept on a bench. Dreaming of a fairy, the scholar asked for meritorious deeds, and the immortals agreed to let the scholar enjoy the glory of a lifetime, with a big rise and fall, but he spend the rest of his life in wealth... As soon as he woke up, the scholar got up in a trance and saw that the yellow rice in the inn was not ripe, so he knew that there was a big dream.
After Jiu Chenjun's left hand, he held a pen and wrote a book. His eyebrows were correct, and he read it in his mouth.
An Bochen stood aside and looked at it silently. After Jiu Chenjun finished writing it all, he said, "Is this the origin of Huang Rang Mengshu? A story you compiled?"
"Who said I compiled it? This story was what I dreamed of.
Jiu Chenjun toss the pen and laughed.
"Have you ever dreamed of these stories you wrote?" Looking at the unfinished Taoyuan Monster Talk, An Bochen asked in a low voice.
"Maybe." Jiu Chenjun smiled and seemed to be different.
This year is a big day for the first style department. In this year, the most outstanding disciple in the department finally broke through the three rounds of secret art and created Huangsorghum Dream Art. Huangsorghum Dream Art does not belong to the five elements, does not conform to yin and yang, and does not list the gods and ghosts of heaven and earth. It is the art of the left side door. At first, Minister Wang was not very popular. In order not to pour cold water on Jiu Chenjun, they gathered people to see. This view is three days. Three days later, "Yellow Sorghum Dream" was put on the shelf and included in the secret of the king's ministry. Only the most outstanding children of each generation are qualified to taste it.
"You have saved more than 70,000 tokens. Why don't you continue to save them and wait for 90,000 to get the qualification to enter Taoyuan, but waste 50,000 tokens for this canyon?"
An Bochen asked curiously.
He and Jiu Chenjun are not on the sixteen mountains, nor outside the wilderness of Taoyuan Village, and farther away, there is a remote canyon where almost no one will come.
This is the end of Taoyuan Village. Although Taoyuan Village is big, it is only hidden in a cave. No matter how big it is, it has a boundary.
The area around the canyon is dark and cold, and there is a continuous cloudy wind blowing from all directions. The outside of the valley is as cold as winter, the valley is as warm as spring, and further deeper, it is warm and hot as summer, which is strange.
"What can I do even if I go out of Taoyuan?"
Put away the scroll, and Jiu Chenjun smiled and said, "Even if you go out of Taoyuan, there will be countless nightingales as ears and eyes, monitoring Da Kuang, the eastern boundary, and even the outside world day and night. In short, there is no quiet and freedom. Therefore, the most comfortable place is still here, the dead corner that is forgotten by everyone in Taoyuan.
Looking at the heroic young man in front of him who lived alone in a valley, An Bochen secretly praised that in the face of such a young man, few people would not be impressed.
"It's really puzzling to have ambitions, but find a place to live in seclusion. Tell me, what on earth do you want to do to avoid Taoyuan's eyes and ears?
An Bochen sat on the ground outside the valley, looked at Jiu Chenjun, and asked with a smile.
Walking in the ice wind outside the valley, Jiu Chenjun frowned, and his eyes were always bright and dark, as if he was troubled by something.
After a long time, he replied, "I always feel that the elders in the village seem to be hiding something."
"Even if there is something to hide, there will be no malice." An Bochen said tentatively.
Hearing this, Jiu Chenjun was silent for a moment and nodded: "That's right."
After saying that, Jiu Chenjun sat cross-legged and began his practice again.
He practiced very hard and worked day and night. He was not only talented, but also had such perseverance and patience. Although he was arrogant, he did not hide his flaws. He seemed destined to become a first-class figure in the world. If An Bochen hadn't known his final outcome, he would have thought so.
Two years later, Jiuchenjun advanced quickly. After breaking through the three rounds, he rushed to the fourth vortex without stopping. He sucked the five elements of the five elements crazily inside and outside the canyon and rarely rested.
An Bochen sat next to him, practicing while understanding the nine-character truth.
Jiu Chenjun's understanding of the nine-character truth is far greater than that of ordinary occultists. In the first round, he mastered the three formulas of "lin, soldiers and fighting". In the second round, he has mastered the formula of "zhe". However, after that, he did not immediately practice the following formulas.
"Sure enough, the first four rounds are okay. There is no accident after the four rounds. Each word formula corresponds to a realm and complements each other. Only by breaking through the realm can you master the word formula."
With a long sigh, Jiu Chenjun opened his eyes, with a triple vortex in his eyes, deep and mysterious.
"The fighters are all in the front... A formula corresponds to a realm, that is to say, the real secret skill should have nine rounds, not seven rounds.
Hearing what Jiu Chenjun said, An Bochen was also stunned.
When the first Wang Feng taught him the secret art that year, he said that the seven-fold wheel vortex was already the peak. If he could cultivate the seven-fold wheel vortex and master the nine-character truth at the same time, he could achieve supreme. But Jiu Chenjun said that there are nine rounds of secret art...
At this time, An Bochen only saw Jiu Chenjun fall down, his eyes closed, but his breath was long and far-reaching.
When he was young, a virtual shadow came out of Jiuchenjun's eyebrows and flew to the distant sky.
An Bochen knew that it was Jiu Chenjun who had something to understand. He used the Huang sorghum dream magic and immediately jumped up, followed Jiu Chenjun and flew into the underworld.
The "Yellow Sorghum Dream" created by Jiu Chenjun is slightly different from An Bochen's divine dream. An Bochen can only dream people, but Jiu Chenjun can dream of heaven and earth. At first, An Bochen was very surprised. Later, he found that the so-called dream world was just Jiu Chenjun's wandering out of his mind in his sleep. And because he is out of his mind in his sleep, he is even more unpredictable and mysterious, which is similar to An Bochen's fetal enlightenment.
Following Jiu Chenjun, An Bochen flew over the underworld, swayed up, and came to a sea in a trance.
The "seawater" is milky white. After a closer look, An Bochen found that it was a cloud that could not be seen at a glance. The clouds piled up into the sea, and it was dazzling.
Involuntarily, an idea rolled out of An Bochen's mind.
Is this the legendary...
"It came to heaven."
An Bochen's incredible voice came from his ear. An Bochen no longer doubted that he really came to the sky with Jiu Chenjun's dream, but the clouds in the sky were a little thick.
"Tianting, where is Tianting! Didn't the first real person find the nine-character truth on the Tiantinghua table..."
Jiu Chenjun looked excited and muttered to himself. Before he finished his words, the soul flew forward uncontrollably, through the sea of clouds, layers of fog, and finally reached a huge door.
"South Tianmen?"
Looking at the two majestic and magnificent golden and jade gate beams as high as a hundred feet, An Bochen and Jiu Chenjun said almost with one voice.
In the allusion of Da Kuang, the immortals and gods have long been dead, and the Taoyuan elders are also very taboo about the immortals, but the legend about the Heavenly Palace has never been broken.
In the play, Tiangong is often described in this way: golden light is rolling red neon, and auspicious air sprays purple fog. I only saw the southern Tianmen, which was blue and heavy, and glazed; in the front of the Ming Dynasty, the precious jade makeup was made. Dozens of marshals were placed on both sides, and one member leaned against the pillar, holding a milling and hugging; the following ten golden armor gods, one by one, holding a halberd and holding a sword. The outside compartment is still good, and the inside is amazing. There are several large columns in the inner wall, and the columns are wrapped with golden scales and red-bearded dragons; there are also several long bridges, on which are hovering colorful feathers and red-top phoenixes...
Perhaps because of the mortal's yearning for myths and legends, there are many operas and poems for all kinds of beautiful words in the Heavenly Palace, and most of them are imagined. However, at this time, An Bochen stood in front of the Heavenly Palace and looked up at the door beam with the three big characters of Nantianmen written on the seal. He only felt his heart swaying.
Although it is an ancient seal, it can faintly distinguish the words "heaven" and "gate", which is undoubtedly the southern sky gate.
As early as countless years ago, the immortals and gods died, leaving only one "Wenwu Fire Practice" circulating in Da Kuang. In addition, there are no ancient books about immortals and demons. Why is the description of the Heavenly Palace in the play so vivid? It's as if those actors saw it with their own eyes. Even if it is spread by word of mouth, after countless years, it should be completely wrong.
The afterglow fell on Jiu Chenjun. Suddenly, An Bochen remembered what he said in the witch temple.
How do you know that those immortals have never been to Da Kuang...
Yes, although Da Kuang and even the eastern world have boundary protection, how can the power of immortals be guessed by mortals? Nothing can be inferred by common sense. Who knows whether they have been to Da Kuang, whether they have been with us mortals, or have changed into some storyteller to tell the world the true face of the Heavenly Palace.
Wait... If they have really done this, they will come from far away or more distant places, just to reveal the heavenly palace through the mouths of mortals...
As his body stiffened, An Bochen looked up at the Nantianmen and opened his mouth in a daze. As the lingering guess became clearer and clearer, his heartbeat also accelerated.
Stop, stop!
An Bochen took a deep breath and suppressed the panic in his heart.
He has done so much and followed Jiu Chenjun all the way to find the opportunity to resume his cultivation, and the rest is not what he should care about now. Even Da Kuang and even the eastern boundary, and even this Zhoutian, the biggest secret in tens of millions of years...
An Bochen thought so and tried to convince himself not to think about it anymore, but as soon as that idea came out, it couldn't stop rooting in his heart.
Fortunately, at this time, Jiu Chenjun had found what he was looking for.
To the east of the South Tianmen, stands a huge white jade carved table, which is like a tower, with dragons and phoenixes playing with each other. It is majestic and mysterious, and also shows the atmosphere of Hongmeng in ancient times.
In the narrative of the first Wang Feng in that year, the founder of Taoyuan broke through seven rounds and achieved the immortality of all methods. Suddenly, he found that the spells used in the secret art were too tedious, so he prayed to heaven and earth, walked barefoot in the wilderness, and traveled all over the ends of the earth for ten years. Although he could not achieve anything, he was moved by God. Later, the Emperor of Heaven issued a decree to summon the ancestor of Taoyuan and allowed him to visit the Taoyuan Avenue in the Heavenly Court. He walked through the sky and swam the Tianhe River, and finally found the Huabiao with the nine-character truth. Take the nine words and return them and spread them to the children of Taoyuan. From then on, these nine-character truths have become the secret spells commonly used in Taoyuan and even Da Kuang.
At that time, An Bochen didn't think there was anything wrong, but at this time, he contacted and guessed that An Bochen vaguely found that this was a lie.
Walking to Jiu Chenjun, An Bochen looked up at Huabiao with him.