Chapter 74 On the eve of leaving for Yunluan Mountain, the Immortal Nirvana Master returns to reality with two "memory fragments"!
The moon star is thin, and the black dragonfly flies south.

But even when it was curfew in Black Mountain City, the noise from the outside world did not subside at all.

In the past, every night at dusk, hunters who entered the Black Mountain had to turn back, otherwise they would be hunted by monsters and become food for their lives.

Now, even though the forest is filled with miasma at night, there are also countless monsters and beasts, which makes it quite dangerous.

But compared to the past, when we had to live in fear all the time, it is much better now.

In addition, the new garrison commander intends to support hunters and hunt in the Black Mountains.

It would not be long before the barren Black Mountain City would begin to resemble a major city with a population of one million.

The wealthy merchants and powerful families in the inner city who were not cleared out by Song Chaixin smelled a business opportunity. They knew that this Black Mountain would be a holy land for warriors that would continuously export the flesh and blood of monsters and precious medicines for foundation building in the next thirty to fifty years.

Therefore, before even a day had passed, they were busy forming chambers of commerce, hunting teams, and gangs within the scope of the rules, hoping to get a piece of the pie.

As Song Chaixin relaxed taxes and reduced burdens,
The peasants in the outer city, who originally had no options, suddenly had several options available to them.

Become a hunter, join a gang, or work for a wealthy businessman, earn money, and then join a martial arts school to seek advancement.

Although it is difficult, it is not aimless, but a practical and feasible 'broad road'!
On this day, countless young men in their teens were unable to sleep and tossed and turned, filled with their great longings.

But the town guardian who changed all that,

Instead, he lay flat on his back with his clothes on, breathing slowly, and fell into a deep sleep on the soft couch in the garrison.

People who practice martial arts have vigorous blood. Even the legendary "sneaky creatures" or the resurrected dead cannot get involved with them, let alone in dreams.

At least Song Chaixin has never appeared in his dreams since he walked out of Xuanqing Lake.

But this time it's different.
In a dream that he hadn't had for more than two years, Song Chaixin frowned. He felt his touch extremely clearly, but he didn't know how to get rid of it.

Before his eyes,
It is an endless abyss that stretches between the Black Mountains and the Northwest Wasteland.

At this moment, he was at the edge of the abyss.

The ground beneath my feet was cracked and full of gaps. There was a hundred feet of space in front of me, and looking down, everything was hazy.

It was exactly the "abyss" he saw when he looked towards the northwest wilderness after "destroying mountains and cutting down temples" during the day!
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The young man stamped his feet. Suddenly, sand and rocks flew everywhere, and a north wind blew fiercely. The harsh scenery seemed so real that it didn't seem like a dream.

Song Chaixin couldn't help but narrow his eyes.

Involuntarily, I looked down at the hazy sky that was originally covered by a layer of fog.

Just this one glance was like "parting the clouds to reveal the bright moon", allowing him to glimpse the true face under the abyss. In an instant, his pupils shrank:
"That is."

All I saw was a magnificent and mottled ancient bronze temple, which seemed to be obscured by something, between illusion and reality, and glowing with a bronze glow.

The weather-frost-covered pillars were stained with spots of dried brown blood, and the broken walls and ruins in the temple ruins seemed to have gone through a very long ancient time.

It seemed to be floating in the air, lying across the "abyss".

Or rather
This was originally an ordinary abyss, just a "wonder of heaven and earth".

It is because of the reflection of the mysterious ancient palace that it is so difficult for warriors to cross it. Even if a real person stands on it, he will become a mortal!
But the reason why Song Chaixin's pupils shrank when he looked down was not because of this hall.

But
He saw through the appearance of the ancient bronze temple,

But inside, he saw a naked young man with untied hair, tied up with heavy chains!

The young man just opened his eyes and happened to look him in the eye.

At this moment,

Song Chai Xin looked at the mysterious owner of the ancient temple.

He actually felt that the energy and blood and internal strength in his body had stagnated and he couldn't move them at all.

It's clearly just a dream, but it's exactly the same as reality.

"Young man, let's make a deal." The young man with untied hair suddenly smiled, his eyes seemed to contain the sun and the moon.

Across the chasm, I had a conversation with Song Chaixin in my dream.

"Deal?" Song Chaixin gritted his teeth and wanted to step back and break out of the dream.

But the gap between him and the existence that attracted his "spirit" was so huge, so huge that it was "irreparable".

So, he couldn't break out of this dream.

"Yes, become my follower." The young man, who was entangled in layers of chains and unable to move, and whose body was covered with glowing runes, nodded seriously.

"This senior is so powerful, why does he value me so much and force me into this dream?"

"I am not very talented and knowledgeable, and I am afraid I cannot get your recognition. How about you just give up and look for someone else?" Song Chaixin curled his lips, instinctively not wanting to accept it.

If you want to wear the crown, you must bear its weight. It is impossible for pie to fall from the sky. You must pay something for what you gain.

Almost at the moment when the mysterious master of the ancient temple opened his mouth under the abyss,
Song Chaixin felt that apart from his cultivation, which was probably a few billion points higher than Bai Qiuyi, everything else was the same.

To get something for nothing and to make empty promises.

There is no reality at all, only endless risks.

"Sure, you can go anytime."

The master of the ancient temple smiled.

"Really? Then please be merciful, senior."

Song Chaixin raised his eyebrows and did not hesitate.

"It's just a dream. In this era, we are not allowed to return. It's not the right time yet. Even if I don't leave on my own initiative, you will wake up in reality in half an hour."

"So, there's no need to be so cautious."

The young man waved his hands, pulled at the chains on his body, and frowned slightly:

"These restrictions are really a headache."

He murmured something in a low voice, and then he looked deeply at Song Chaixin again:
"If you want to become my dependent, you need to be willing to die."

really!

I knew you were a jerk and had no good intentions!

Song Chaixin cursed in his heart but his expression did not show.

Let people die and become your dependents?
I only met you once in a dream, and you told me to die in just a few words. I owe you this!
Bai Qiuyi at least gave people a way out by making promises, but you, on the other hand, just helped people transcend. It's really unlucky to dream about this.

Song Chai Xin cursed in his heart.

However, there was one thing that the mysterious temple owner said that did not sound like a lie.

That is, after half a quarter of an hour, the dream will automatically break, and it seems that he really cannot threaten himself.

Captured these two points of information.

So Song Chaixin simply remained silent and waited to withdraw on his own.

His intuition told him that it was not a good thing to have anything to do with this person who seemed to be a "great master".

"Of course, you may take matters of life and death very seriously, but for me, it's not the case."

"In the near future, you will definitely die willingly, and this 'Black Mountain Abyss, Ancient Bronze Palace' is the tomb and burial place prepared for you."

"I am just a projection here, not my real self."

"This is the burial place chosen for you. You are destined to die young. It is your fate to be buried here."

"But I can give you a chance to start over again."

The young man had smooth hair that reached his ankles, and his eyes were ancient and deep. He looked extremely powerful, but inexplicably, like a prisoner imprisoned here.

Through an ancient palace and a chasm, he seemed to see the future destiny of the young man on the dome.

"As my follower, as long as you are near this abyss, you only need to call my real name, and I can do one thing for you."

"Don't be quick to refuse."

As if he could see Song Chaixin's impatience and anger, the master of the ancient palace looked calm:

"You'll be useful someday."

Click, click.

As he finished speaking,
This strange area, which was connected to Song Chaixin's dream by his will, began to crack like a shattered mirror.

At the same time, everything becomes increasingly blurry.

"remember,"

"When the time is right, you only need to call my name, and the contract will be established."

"Don't worry, sometimes death is not the end, but perhaps the beginning of another 'life'."

"My honorable name."

"His name is: 'Immortal Nirvana True Lord'!"

Looking at Song Chaixin who was getting farther and farther away and more and more blurred.

The master of the ancient temple, whose name was Immortal Nirvana, spoke softly, yet his words seemed to carry a heavy weight. Every word he spoke was deeply imprinted in the mind of the departing young man.

Then, until he disappeared.

Staring at the direction where Song Chaixin left.

Feeling that this tattered 'Dharma Realm' is about to completely collapse.

Immortal Nirvana True Lord murmured softly, as if he was speaking to someone else, but also as if he was speaking to himself:
"Tell me, what does it mean to be alive?" "The memory is there, the body is there, except for the soul, it's just a different carrier, so..."

“Is it also considered an alternative existence?”

"Life and death."

Black Mountain City, the garrison!
With a "whoosh" sound, Song Chaixin, who was wearing only a single piece of clothing, suddenly straightened his back, and his forehead was covered with a layer of fine beads of sweat without him noticing when.

He looked deeply at the Black Mountain outside the city and the "endless abyss" adjacent to the northwest wilderness, and whispered in a voice that only he could hear:
"Immortal Nirvana Master?"

This name doesn't sound like that of a warrior, but more like a seeker of Dharma who was erased in ancient history, or even the name of an immortal god!

Don't look down on the warriors who have reached the fourth step. Those who have reached the end are all called true people, meaning seekers who have embarked on the path of seeking immortality and the way.

But if we really compare with the records, when the "cave heavens" of the three mountains and five peaks appeared, those who sought the Dharma were born.
The real person is still too pale in comparison!
Cave?

Is it possible?
If we go back a few hundred years in that boundless abyss, could there have been 'cave ruins'?
Thinking of this, Song Chaixin suddenly pulled his coat and put it on, then pushed open the door, his hair flying. Even though the cold wind blew into his neck on a cold night, he still walked as fast as the wind, rode a horse, and galloped towards the outer city.

For a moment, the officials and maids of the garrison were shocked:
"Master of the town, it is already late at night, where are you going?"

But Song Chaixin did not respond. He just frowned, said nothing, and walked away.

When he walked out of the garrison,

A woman with a sword came out from the west wing:
"Song Chaixin, where are you going in the middle of the night?"

Ruan Xiuxiu asked a confused servant.

"Miss Ruan, I don't know either, but judging from the direction the town guard is heading, is he heading towards Black Mountain?"

"Could it be that the demons have not been completely cleared away?"

The night clerk in blue spoke uncertainly.

The words just fell.

Ruan Xiuxiu frowned and followed closely.

Walking along the 'Black Mountain Hundred Veins Map', even if the mountains are filled with poisonous miasma at night and jackals, tigers and leopards roam around, it only has an impact on ordinary warriors.

For Song Chaixin, who is at the great innate level and whose Qi circulates throughout the body in a cycle, making him immune to all poisons in the world, this is nothing but child's play.

So, not long after, it was still dark.

Song Chaixin crossed the Black Mountain and came to the abyss.

"Crench, crunch."

Stepping on the cracked ground, I looked into the hazy sky.

Song Chai Xin originally thought that he could not see anything, and that the dream just now was just a fleeting dream when he was extremely tired, but...
As he looked at this moment,
I saw the thick fog covering the sky.
Suddenly, there was an illusory palace floating out of thin air!

But when Song Chaixin looked carefully, he could see nothing.

Thinking of the words of the 'Immortal Nirvana Lord', Song Chaixin was silent for a while, and then his eyelids twitched.

Instinctively told him,
If he uttered those six words at this moment.

Then, you can do one thing in front of this thousand-mile abyss.

The whole Dazhao
No one will be able to stop him.

But the price is that he will die and then become the dependent of that damn thing.

"Hey, what are you doing here in the abyss in the middle of the night? You scared me to death!"

"I thought there were some fish that slipped through the net and you remembered them, so I came here specially to wipe them out, but I ended up staring blankly in front of this huge abyss. If I didn't know, I would have thought you were going to jump in."

Behind him, Ruan Xiuxiu followed in a hurry.

The woman seemed relieved to see that Song Chaixin was fine, and then she rubbed her eyes and complained.

Even if a warrior has cultivated to the great innate level and can gather energy to last for half a month without sleeping and be full of energy, he cannot go without sleep or food for a long time. He also needs to eat and rest.

After hearing Ruan Xiuxiu's complaints, Song Chaixin was not surprised at all that she followed him.

"Senior Sister, can you see what's down there?" The young man asked suddenly.

Ruan Xiuxiu was a little confused.

Then she stuck her head out to take a look, and saw nothing but darkness and clouds. Her heart trembled for a moment, and she couldn't help but wonder, could it be that my junior brother had injured his brain when he was exterminating the monsters in Black Mountain today?

Otherwise, why would he do such strange things and ask such strange questions!

He noticed that Ruan Xiuxiu looked at him strangely.

Song Chai Xin knew that there was something unusual and only he could see it.

Can,
Why yourself?
He was puzzled.

But then he spat heavily.

"Nothing, Senior Sister, go back."

"Maybe I'm overthinking it."

Turning around, Song Chaixin noticed Ruan Xiuxiu's worried look and smiled.

My fate, ever since I had to rely on Song Fanjing for the fate of Xuanqing Lake, was destined to be decided by myself.

The Immortal Nirvana Lord?

perhaps
The future is really possible and as mysterious as he said.

But, not now.

Why think so much!

At least now, he is a seventh-rank official, with the support of the Xie family, his grandfather Xie Qiaoxuan, a third-rank official, looking after the foundation of the city, and he has a close relationship with Xiang Zhulu, the demon hunter of the city.

Even the two giants of Aquarius State had helped him. Far away in the Great Wall of Demon Suppression, there was also a city master who had "passed on the Dharma" to him!
Even if having half-demon blood is a stain.

But Song Chaixin didn't think that if he rose to become the third step, or even the fourth step!
People all over the world will still be prejudiced against him!

A ray of morning light appeared in the sky.

It shone on the top of the Black Mountain City where Song Chaixin and Ruan Xiuxiu returned.

also indicates
This once decadent, remote and backward mountain city has now reached a historical turning point, and its future will surely be bright.

The fate of millions of people in a city can be changed by him, Song Chaixin.
Then Song Chaixin's own life,
How can I not hold it in my own hands?!

Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, more than two months have passed.

this day,
At the border of Wutong Prefecture and Shunan Prefecture, there is a towering peak with misty clouds on top. In seven days, a grand event will be held.

Yunluan Sword Palace, the youngest in history, has already cultivated a "middle-grade" elixir at the age of thirty. She is only a matter of time before she can break into the third step. The sword master's daughter, the young palace master Song Fanjing
The Yuandan Ceremony is about to begin!
then,

Heroes from all walks of life are about to gather.

Meanwhile, in Black Mountain City.

The Yunluan Martial Arts School has been established and is beginning to take shape.

However, Cui Chan, the head of the branch, left in a hurry a month ago.

According to his words, he went to see his parents and then returned to the mountain to attend his senior sister's Yuandan ceremony. Since the Yunluan Martial Arts School was back on track and Heishan was peaceful again, he would not stay there for too long.

He can leave early.
But Ruan Xiuxiu, who is a seventh-rank guard and an eighth-rank demon-hunting officer, cannot get away for the time being.

Promoted the head of the military department to "Chen Zhao", the first of the ninth rank of the outer city government, skipped the "bantou" and promoted Song Chaixin, who was "Zheng Zizhen",
One month after Cui Chan left, there was only about half a month left before the Song Fan Jing Yuan Dan Ceremony, and he finally handed over all matters to the two subordinates recruited by Heishan.

So, he led the tall and strong horse, and went out of the city with Ruan Xiuxiu, dressed lightly.

Along the way, following the sound of horse hooves, we stepped into the muddy dirt road outside the city.

Almost like a tide, the Montenegrin people stood on both sides, silently watching him, the most memorable Montenegrin garrison in history, gradually go away.

At this point, it has become a legend.

And in this world.

Before I knew it, the second act of Golden Page had come to an end and finally faded.

Looking at the last 'one third' of the chapter left, I knew that the story of 'Song Chai Xin' seemed to be coming to an abrupt end.

at the same time,

Ji Xia opened his eyes, holding the Book of Samsara in his hands. The turbulence and wildness in his pupils were completely different from the young and frivolous blue-clothed officer before.

Zhuang Zhou dreamed of a butterfly,

Butterfly Dream Zhuang Zhou.

After all, it was Song Chai Xin who made Ji Xia successful.

Or because
Ji Xia is actually Song Chai Xin?
As the words of the Book of Samsara fell, the ink became reality.
This has long been an indisputable fact.

Whoosh!
When the blue-clothed officer exhaled a breath of foul air.

The morning light outside shone through the paper window and fell onto the earthen kang.

Two crystal clear 'memory fragments'.
With a "whoosh", it flew out from the Book of Samsara!

Then, Ji Xia held it steadily in his palm.

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(End of this chapter)