The book only had nine pages, but the Confucian scholar kept turning down it. Unknowingly, he turned through 33 pages in a row.
The Confucian scholar's whole body felt unusually cold and... damp.
Obviously his body is very refreshing and there is not a trace of moisture around him, but Confucian scholar gives people an inexplicable feeling of dampness.
Suddenly, the Confucian scholar raised his head and looked above his head.
boom----!
Stone chips fell down, and a huge gap was blasted out by a white beam of light. Before the Confucian scholar could make a difference, several figures appeared in his sight.
Zheng-!
The cold sword light passed by, and Nagao Kagetora came through the air holding a spear and a sword.
Although he was a little slow, Okita Souji came to the front of the scholar in just three steps, his eyes were cold, and he stabbed his opponent with the ether sword.
Not far away, Atalanta pulled her bowstring.
呲——!
A harsh sound echoed in this space. It was the harsh noise caused by the continuous pulling of the bowstring in a very short period of time.
In an instant, more than ten arrows pierced the sky, causing ripples wherever they passed.
Facing the attacks coming from all directions, the Confucian scholar's eyes were lifeless.
Ohh Ohh ohh…
The sound was sharp, disorganized, and long and irregular, and suddenly sounded.
The sound of the flute, which makes people sick to hear it, creates endless ripples in this illusion of space, and turns into countless indescribable sinister undercurrents, washing over and over again, like the waves of the ocean.
Threads of purple-black sonic energy filled the air, making the place deeper and more twisted than the darkness. The sky, the earth, and people's hearts all experienced strange changes in the sickening sound of the flute.
It seemed as if it was being pulled and degenerated into something weird that was still twisting and squirming!
Amidst the strange sound of the flute, the followers couldn't help but frown. Their bodies were wrapped up in the sound waves, and they couldn't help but take a few steps back and stopped their offensive.
At this time, the rest had already fallen down with Shidunai, and Qin Liangyu and Miyamoto Musashi were behind him.
As for Izumo Aguo, she seemed to find it boring to appear and planned to wait a while before coming back.
The crowd surrounded the Confucian group and couldn't help but look at the blurry figure inside the stone pillar.
"Is that the remains of the immortal?"
Qin Liangyu murmured in a low voice.
The remaining expression was a little serious, because he suddenly realized that the strange immortal remains seemed to be eroding human beings' sanity.
Atalanta's expression was solemn, her red lips parted slightly.
"Everyone, be careful. The other party seems to have strange magic."
After the words fell, the Confucian scholar spoke.
"Follower of Pan-Human History, you are wrong. This is not magic, nor is it alchemy, nor is it a mortal's fist and kick."
The Confucian scholar's voice was extremely harsh, as if nails were scratching on a blackboard. Just listening to it made people feel uncomfortable.
"This is the martial arts of immortals!"
Because you look lonely: Chapter 185 This is the method of an immortal (Forcing Truth)
"In the depths of the boundless void, the creation giant Asa holds endless banquets in a huge palace."
"In this banquet, beautiful flame dancers wearing green gauze are dancing, there are also giant gods as big as the sun and stars singing songs, and there are countless ancient gods whose stature cannot be described in the ensemble."
"And this giant god Asa plays the flute with one hand and plays the drum with the other, providing the accompaniment for this endless banquet and providing the endless accompaniment for this banquet."
The Confucian scholar's completely inhuman voice reached his ears.
Everyone present felt a little uncomfortable.
Relying on the power [Certificate of the Savior], all the followers have received the protection of the world, which can basically resist most mental erosion, but they will still feel a little uncomfortable at such a close distance.
Just because the other party is not human at all.
Qin Liangyu questioned: "The story you told is completely inexplicable. I have never heard it before."
Although the others did not say anything, their faces showed approval.
At this time, the Taoist priest also spoke.
"You followers of pan-human history will naturally not know that this is the secret that we discovered in the Taoist canon, the covered myth, and the source of the power of Emperor Yuan."
The Taoist priest turned his back to everyone, his voice was hoarse and his tone was harsh, like an old and damaged record player.
Hearing this, the rest of the group became somewhat interested and were about to speak when they heard Souji Okita's sweet voice.
"Mr. Yu, don't listen to his nonsense!"
The talented young swordsman stared at the Confucian scholar with a frosty face.
"Okita, I was attacked by them and ended up in this prison. They are definitely not the kind of villains who like to explain their affairs clearly, but the kind of cold-faced killers!"
"They're willing to talk nonsense right now, absolutely just to stall for time."
General Manager Okita said it with certainty.
There is no doubt that her judgment is correct, because the shadow inside the stone pillar is gradually becoming more real.
Musashi had already put his slender hands on the two swords on his waist, while Atalanta aimed her bow and arrow at the stone pillar, and the girls all took a fighting stance.
Just when the atmosphere was extremely tense, Yu Zhe suddenly spoke.
"Go on, I'm listening."
A mechanical and emotionless voice sounded.
"I allow you to express your thoughts and consciousness, and I will listen carefully. And then..."
The rest looked at Yi Ruyi with cold eyes and read out a ruthless declaration.
"Give you the honor of dying in battle."
One Confucian and the other suddenly froze. It was the instinct of life warning them.
The boy's words were so natural, as if he was saying something that was perfectly justified.
Nagao Kagetora was stunned for a moment, then laughed.
"So you are this type?"
Qin Liangyu looked helpless, while Zhidu Nei calmly nodded in agreement.
Then, the Confucian scholar and the Taoist priest looked at each other, and regardless of their moods, the Confucian scholar spoke calmly.
"What do you want to know about the Hun king in the history of pan-humanity?"
Like the other followers, he seemed to have recognized the remaining one as Attila.
The rest said: "You can start from the beginning, I'm not in a hurry."
This dismissive attitude made the Confucian scholar frown, and then he took a long breath.
"About four years ago, Tuotuo, the prime minister of the Yuan Dynasty, decided to compile the history of Liao, Jin, and Xixia. So he summoned historians from all over the world and opened countless treasured books just for the purpose of compiling history."
In this rumor belt, Kublai Khan merged the history of the Yuan Dynasty into the official history of China, and its nature was probably similar to the post-Jin regime in the world where the rest lived.
But unlike Hou Jin, the Mongols, who considered themselves invincible, were naturally too lazy to do anything to slander the previous dynasty. Therefore, the revision of history can be considered objective.
But some things, just objective description, are better than countless slanders.
"We are officials from the Great Yuan Dynasty, and we were fortunate enough to participate in sorting out the Dao Zang."
"And while I was waiting in Daozang, I discovered a secret, a secret about the dragon veins of the world."
The Confucian scholar's tone suddenly changed, with a hint of temptation.
"During the Tianbao period of the Tang Dynasty, a monk accidentally obtained a fragment of a secret book "The Seven Chapters of Xuanjun" compiled by an ancient immortal. Based on this fragment, he created his own secret method of cultivating immortals, and finally ascended to the throne after practicing for 130 years. Taixu is with the Tao."
"The ancient book called "Seven Chapters of Xuanjun" has long been scattered in history and cannot be recalled."
"Over the long years, the Tang Dynasty collapsed, the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms continued, until Zhao Kuangyin made an agreement with Mr. Xiyi to prosper Taoism, and Mr. Xiyi used the method of tapping the dragon's veins to take away the destiny of the later Zhou Dynasty and give it to him."
"After the establishment of the Song Dynasty, I don't know how many secrets were buried in such a long time. Even the secret method of cultivating immortals that has long lost its name has long been lost?"
"Perhaps it has already been jealous of heaven, and it might just turn into ashes and disappear."
"It was not until the reign of Emperor Huizong of the Song Dynasty that he collected Taoist books from all over the world and prepared them for publication throughout the world, compiling 480 volumes of the Wanshou Taoist Canon. A civil servant who engraved the book inadvertently browsed the Taoist scriptures from the royal library."
The Confucian scholar's voice had a hint of sweetness, as if honey was poured into the ears. Everyone frowned inexplicably as this was another method of spiritual erosion.
The rest snorted coldly, dispelled the words that corroded the spirit, and asked calmly.
"Did that civil servant later attain enlightenment and become an immortal?"
The Confucian scholar chuckled strangely and answered the remaining questions.
"No, no, the immortal's heavenly book can't be read by mortals."
"The civil servant actually ordered the Taoist scriptures to be sent to the Quanzhen Sect. The Taoist priests did not recognize the good stuff and even said that "Seven Chapters of Xuanjun" was a book of the evil sect of foreign gods, so they took it away and asked why. 'Peace in the world'."
"Ha ha ha ha ha----!"
"It's really ridiculous. It's obvious that I am coveting this method of immortality."
At this point, Qin Liangyu frowned slightly and said to the rest: "This Confucian scholar doesn't feel normal."
The rest nodded.
At this time, the Confucian scholar became dark and shapeless, like a monster in human skin, which made people feel repelled just by looking at him.
"Later, Qiu Chuji was so greedy that he used the fragments of the Taoist scriptures to exchange for the glorious Taoist lintel with Genghis Khan... Hahaha... These Taoist priests talk about being quiet and inactive, but this is still the case..."
After that, the Confucian scholar stopped talking and just kept laughing strangely.
At this time, the Taoist priest, who had his back turned to everyone, continued what the Confucian scholar said.
"Later, the fragments of the Dao Sutra fell into the hands of Kublai Khan, but he could not understand it. It was not until Dayuan's army discovered the remains of the immortal here that he knew the method of becoming an immortal and gaining the Dao."
"And we found the nine-page fragment of the manuscript, and we knew everything from it, so we came here to awaken the remains of the immortal."
The Taoist priest finally turned around, glanced at everyone, and said calmly: "I must thank you. If it hadn't been for you, a group of followers of pan-human history, we might not have been able to find a way to awaken the immortals."
"What can be done?" Yu Zhe asked curiously.
"It's very simple. Use the immortal's remains as a holy relic and summon the immortal to this Lost Belt in the form of a servant."
The Taoist priest raised his arms and shouted, very enthusiastically.
"We will gain the power to rival the Great Yuan Emperor and completely end their rule!"
"Ha ha ha ha……"
Amid the wild laughter, the mental state of the Confucian scholar was worrying.
Amidst the wild laughter, Shidunai suddenly spoke up.
"How did you know the information about the 'Lost Belt' and the 'Servants'?"
The girl's voice was like a cold wind, and the atmosphere instantly froze.
"Maybe I should ask, who told you?"
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Ps: I found that I needed an fgo story player, so I went back to bgo next time.
I picked up a lucky bag by the way. Although the demon orchid came out, I still felt that I was a resentful person.
Because you look lonely: Chapter 186 Conventional Hydrology
Zhidunei's questions were destined to be unanswered, just because the Taoist priest had already completed the summoning array.
Squeak——!
There was a harsh sound like nails scraping against the wall, and everyone present could not help but frown.
Then, the Taoist priest chanted a spell to summon the heroic spirit.
"—announcement—"
