Zhao Ge: 61. Stars and Flowing Clouds

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The spire of the towering Black Pagoda was submerged in the heavy dark clouds. The Qingming Pagoda was surrounded by countless twisted spaces. Thick dark clouds in the sky obscured the light, and the world looked dull and obscure. And in the dimness, coiling around the black tower, the light of stars like flowing clouds is misty like a dream, and the light of stars flows into the distorted space, overlapping discs that look like far away, seemingly true and false.

This is a depressing and amazing view.

Whether it is a ninety-nine-story tower or a circulating nebula, there is an ancient and vast aura.

In this gloom, the half of the wooden sign that fell from the air looks extremely small, like a tiny piece of sand. It flew and fell obliquely, and there were several twisted spatial cracks on its trajectory.

However, someone has risen lightly.

The man has a wide robe with wide sleeves. In the drowsy world, his clothes are white as snow, and his robe sleeves are scattered in the air like a crane in the clouds. He passed through several twisted space cracks, passed by the light of stars floating like flowing clouds. The light of the stars flashed the person's eyebrows as if covering ice and snow in an instant.

When the dark wooden sign was about to fall into the crack in the space, a slender hand stretched out to catch it.

As the young man descended downward, a ray of light of stars like aquatic plants floating on the water seemed to be blown by the wind and drifted behind the young man.

"Behind!" Jun Wanbai stepped forward suddenly, clenching the sword in his hand suddenly.

The scene of Zhou Wen'an's weapon disappearing silently in the starlight just now remains in everyone's mind. Almost everyone breathed out abruptly, squeezing sweat for Baili.

However, as already known, the young man's body lightly slid a little distance to the other side without weight, and the flowing nebula drifted past the young man's side by a few millimeters. Then the thin young man swept through the two twisted spaces again, and finally fell to the ground like autumn leaves.

Seeing that the white-robed young man landed unharmed, holding the dark spiritual position card in his hand, almost everyone was involuntarily relieved.

"Awesome..."

Liao Qian closed his open mouth with a "cuckoo" exaggeration. He let go of Zhou Wen'an's hand and looked at the young man who hung his head slightly to look at the name on the spiritual card, and poke with his elbow. Poke Zhou Wenan, who was in a daze around him.

"It's good to have a reliable brother."

Liao Gan said enviously, seniors like him are all very skilled in the practice of "Thirty-Six Strategies" and "Zou Zi Ju".

Zhou Wen'an carried the broken chain weapon without speaking.

After reading the words on the spirit card, Bai Lishu turned his head and glanced at Zhou Wen'an. When he raised his hand, the dark spirit card passed by everyone and flew in front of Zhou Wen'an.

Zhou Wen'an stretched out his hands trembling slightly, catching the spirit card that fluttered.

Just as he was about to say something, the thin young man in white had already turned and walked towards the black tower.

"Let's go."

Always gloomy, unlike the living Li Xin who turned his head and said briefly to him, after saying that, Li Xin followed Bailishu's pace.

"If you don't have the ability, don't be foolish." Jun Wanbai said stiffly, "Can you catch the spirit card if it falls in? Go back and copy the door rules twenty times."

After speaking, Jun Wanbai quickly turned her head and walked forward. Only then did she slightly loosen the hilt of the sword that she had just held tightly, and the cold light on the sword gradually faded.

Qin Jiu, who had been hovering in the air for a long time with a hip flask, finally raised his head, poured the wine that he had not drunk in his mouth for a long time, and turned to move forward. Chu Zhiyuan, who was holding the sword, loosened his frowning eyebrows slightly, and nodded slightly towards Zhou Wen'an. Shen Changge reopened the yin and yang fan.

The other Jiuxuanmen disciples who had stopped before this time did not speak again, and signaled Zhou Wenan to follow up quickly.

Zhou Wen'an lowered his head and rubbed the words on the dark black spiritual card. He looked at the fracture of the deep black wooden sign, and his eyes gradually turned red. Liao Gan sighed, and the two brothers put their arms on Zhou Wen'an's shoulders and pulled the guy forward.

"It's okay, your brother is the most reliable in the world, don't irritate me, the unlucky ghost who has been smashed by the brothers all the time, okay?" Liao Gan grumbled and complained, "Just to kill you Pull it back, I used a top-grade Qingyun lock charm, three hundred middle-grade spirit stones, don’t forget to go back and give it to me."

Zhou Wen'an quickly raised his head again, he twitched the corner of his mouth, wanted to say something, and finally did not say.

"Hey, isn't your kid wanting to go wrong? Let me tell you, you don't want to lose even a copper coin from the disciple of the Kyushu Bank! If nothing else, we are absolutely the best in debt collection. "

Liao Gan looked at Zhou Wen'an vigilantly, and this kid guarded the tower all day long. He knew from the Jiuxuanmen uniformly when he looked at his clothes. Where did the oil come from?

Zhou Wenan carefully put away the spiritual location card, and heard Liao Qian's muttering, he reached out and touched it, and finally turned out a low-grade spiritual stone and handed it to Liao Qian.

"What?"

Liao Qian took the lower-grade spirit stone in a daze.

Zhou Wen'an patted his arm on his shoulder, looked forward, and said with a constant expression: "My possessions."

The possessions of the whole body?

Liao Gan looked down at the pitiful piece of spirit stone in his hand in a dumbfounded manner, and then at Zhou Wen'an, and found to his horror that this kid was really not fooling people.

"I fuck..."

Zhou Wenan walked forward, Liao Gan popped two words from his mouth. He took the low-grade spirit stone in his hand and thought about the three-hundred middle-grade spirit stone that he had used up. For a while, the fat on his face was trembling with distress.

"Damn, poor ghost..."

Angrily cursed, Liao Gan followed everyone.

Let's do it, let's be a poor ghost. No matter what, it's better than a lunatic who doesn't even want to live.

But...

Liao Gan raised his head and looked at the majestic tower, shivering steadily... He had a bitter face, he was not the group of ruthless people from the Jiu Xuan Sect who could rush into the sea of ​​flames and swords with their expressions unchanged. ...He, he is afraid of death!

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The Qingming Tower is ninety-nine stories high.

This is a tower that connects the sky and the water, determines the direction of the stars, and guides the flying boat. It is not a tower for people to climb and play in the world. There is no window on the tower, and the middle part of the tower is empty. Yes, before the Qingming Pagoda had an accident, the center of the tower was filled with space and the power of stars that were operating in accordance with the formation.

The only place where sky light can be introduced is at the top level, which is also the place where the Jiuxuanmen disciples who died to guard the tower were placed.

At this moment, the heavy front door of the Qingming Tower was closed tightly, and Bailishu and his group passed through the open space full of twisted space cracks and stars to reach the front door of the Qingming Tower.

The heavy gate is made of dark black stones mined from the veins of "soil" like the tower body. It is a whole body. It is about ten feet high and eight feet wide. Standing in front of it looks extremely small.

There are symmetrical runes on the Black Stone Gate, which together form a complete array. If you want to open the front door, you must make the formation work in a specific way, but the formation on the door is also slowly being worn down and faded. Some of the smaller and smaller nicks have disappeared, obviously activating such a broken formation. It is very dangerous.

Hearing Zhou Wen'an's words, Jun Wanbai raised his head and looked at the formation on Shimen. He couldn't help but think of the thunder and azure dragon formation that he had chained under the Lingxing Temple.

Thinking of the "Thunder Dragon Formation" that almost buried herself and Li Xin, Jun Wanbai nodded involuntarily, and expressed full approval for Zhou Wen'an's words.

"This formation looks a bit familiar..."

Ye Qiusheng murmured to himself. He stepped back a few steps and looked up from a little far away at the formation pattern engraved on the stone gate.

He felt that the formation was familiar, but he just couldn't remember where this familiarity came from.

Bai Li Shu turned his head slightly, glanced at Ye Qiusheng, and said nothing.

Zhou Wenan has been guarding here for seven years, and the formation on the stone gate is inscribed in his heart. Everyone waited for a while to let him fill in the missing lines on the stone gate. In the process, Li Xin glanced at the serious-looking Jun Wanbai from the corner of his eye.

Compared to Li Xin, who hadn't read half a word of "The Way of Formation," Zhou Wenan was undoubtedly more reliable for Jun Wanbai, who was able to create a groundbreaking formation of the Thunder Dragon Formation. After waiting for a third of Zhuxiang's effort, Zhou Wenan temporarily repaired the formation on Shimen.

The reason why it is said to be temporary is that these newly engraved lines of the formation are also being slowly consumed by unknown forces, and they cannot be maintained for long.

After the formation map was repaired, Zhou Wenan took out the formation beads and placed them on the formation eye one by one.

Seeing that he put the array beads on, Ye Qiusheng finally remembered why he looked familiar with the array. It turned out that this familiarity did not come from the array itself, but because of the array and the underground secrets of the Lingxing Temple. Like the blockade formation on the iron gate, it is also activated by the formation beads that look like the Ye Mingzhu.

When the last bead was placed, the pattern on the black stone lit up.

It's like a little bit of starlight suddenly appeared in the dark sky. Accompanied by the dull sound of rubbing the boulders, the stone gate, which was closed to block everyone's path, finally turned slowly inward.

Before the stone gate opened, Zhou Wen'an had a familiar picture in his mind—the array patterns carved on the wall inside the black tower were shining, and the spirit stones embedded in the pattern nodes flashed like diamonds. In the middle of the ancient mysterious Qingming Pagoda, a beam of light poured from the top, the light of the bound stars circulated like clouds in the middle of the tower, changing with the changes of the stars in the sky... magnificent as a dream.

But no.

There are no bright patterns, no flashing spirit stones, no flowing stars and clouds. There are no senior brothers and sisters who are leaning on stone pillars and waiting for their rotation.

Behind Shimen, it was pitch black and silent.

Zhou Wen'an's vague hope disappeared. He looked at the Qingming Pagoda, which seemed to be completely unfamiliar, and felt that it was just a dream for a moment.

"Let's go." Seeing that Zhou Wen'an's face was not so good, Liao Gan patted him on the shoulder, "Uh...I won't ask you for the remaining money."

Zhou Wenan grinned reluctantly at Liao Gan and squeezed his hands.

Bai Lishu also watched the darkness behind the door. He sighed gently and imperceptibly, and then ordered everyone to be careful not to touch things in the tower at will, and went into the Qingming tower. .

After the last Jiuxuanmen disciple stepped into Qingming, a clear sound of stone grinding rang in everyone's ears. The voice is not loud, but the tower is silent, so it is particularly clear. Hearing this familiar voice, Zhou Wen'an's face suddenly changed.

"Not good!"

Zhou Wen'an's voice suddenly rose up, with unconcealable anxiety and panic.

"It's a defensive formation!"