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Wang Tingyu and Huangpu Xin slowly descended along the cliff, with dense fog churning below, making it impossible to see the bottom. They originally thought they would have to climb for a long time, but to their surprise, about ten meters below, there was a platform that looked like an ancient mountain path.
Wang Tingyu quickly landed on the "path". In just a short ten meters, she was already drenched in sweat, with piercing pains throughout her body and a panicked, dirt-covered face. And there was still an unknown distance to go below... Even someone as optimistic as Wang Tingyu couldn't help but burst into tears.
"Chirp, wail, chirp, wail, wail... I should have listened to my father..."
Huangpu Xin sighed and could only advise, "Stop crying... we're almost at the road ahead..."
Wang Tingyu only then rubbed his eyes dry, looked across the river, and saw something vaguely floating under the rolling fog. He circulated his true energy in his acupoints, and suddenly his vision cleared. It turned out that the floating objects in the distance were actually stone slabs!
The evenly floating stone slabs shuttled through the mist, extending a path to the other side.
"Is that the opposite shore over there?" Wang Tingyu asked, not knowing who he was asking.
Huangpu Xin nodded and then shook his head, "I don't know..."
"Do you still have that... medicine?" Huangpu Xin continued.
Wang Tingyu shook his head. "No, that was the life-saving medicine my father left me. It's called Yu Sui San, just those three bottles."
Huangpu Xin nodded without asking too many questions, and quickly getting moving was the most important thing. The two supported each other as they moved forward. Fortunately, the gaps between the steps were not large, so although they were seriously injured, they could still step slowly and avoid falling.
As the two progressed, the fog around them gradually thickened to the point where they couldn't see their own hands, and they had to rely on their memory of the distances to move forward.
Time seems to have slowed down, a feeling of timeless pervading the heart. Strangely, even the erosion rate of Huangpu Xin is gradually slowing down.
After an unknown amount of time, just as the erosion rate of Huangpu Xin was about to reach its peak, suddenly, the two of them saw clearly and had reached the opposite shore.
The first thing that catches the eye is the round moon overhead, and under the sunlight is a valley. Within it, mountain springs flow and the stream murmurs, with peach blossoms and grass intertwining for miles.
The most conspicuous feature in the middle of the valley is a low platform, about one and a half meters high. As far as Huangpu Xin can see, the platform is surrounded by densely engraved characters, and it seems that the five elements and eight trigrams are carved on top, but it's not clear because a figure is sitting on it.
The two of them hurried forward, wanting to get close to the person for help. After walking for a while, they were astonished to find that the distance between them and that person had not shortened.
Huangpu Xin had no choice but to respectfully bow and say, "Senior, did you have any instructions for us to come here?"
Wang Tingyu also bowed, but with her keen hearing, she heard a sound and cautiously looked up to see a strange shadow. When she looked again, it was just a motionless figure.
"I am Huangpu Xin," reply "I just need to silently think in my mind. Did you find anything?"
Upon discovering Wang Tingyu's actions, Huangpu Xin immediately used telepathy to contact her, with a hint of probing erosion. The erosion rate did indeed slowly increase, with no sign of speeding up.
So, this space really has some peculiarities...
Wang Tingyu was surprised and said, "It seems like I saw an evil spirit..."
Huangpu Xin asked in confusion, "What is an evil spirit? Is it a ghost?"
Wang Tingyu replied, "It is not a ghost, but rather a residual substance left behind after the elimination of ghosts. A large amount of residual substances will aggregate into an evil spirit. The book says: its appearance is strange and evil, and cannot be eliminated without the Five Thunder method."
"Okay, I got it. Don't move for now," Huangpu Xin tugged at Wang Tingyu's sleeve, signaling her not to act rashly to avoid provoking the other party.
After a while, the "figure" finally spoke in a deep voice that couldn't be distinguished as male or female: "I will assist in solving this mystery."
With that, the figure waved its sleeve and a square stone block flew over.
Huangpu Xin and Wang Tingyu fixed their gaze on the stone, which was entirely black and had glowing words on it, similar to Aura fluorescence, but carved into the stone. It was written in the common script of Zhongzhou:
"The departed are like this, never leaving day or night; the fixed are like the stars, their form unchanged. Among these things are things, among these people are people. If there were no fixed things, then people would not endure. If things were not fixed, then people would not last."
Huangpu Xin frowned, there should be no Analects in this world, so the sentence structure of the first sentence is incomprehensible to the people of the Central Plains.
Because the original sentence is "The passing is just like this, ceaselessly day and night."
This is a sentence spoken by Confucius by the river. Obviously, the "斯" here refers to the flowing water, meaning that time passes steadily like flowing water, never stopping day or night.
"Senior, do you want us to solve something? Do you have a question?" Huangpu Xin hoarsely asked.
The man replied, "This is a legacy left by the senior of the sect, it is a guide, the solution lies in where the path leads."
Huangpu Xin Pondering, not only about this puzzle, but also considering how much truth there is in this person's words, and how confident they are about escaping from the desperate situation.
Thud, thud, thud...
Dong, dong, dong...
Huangpu Xin looked up at the figure, the sound seemed to be coming from the person tapping their fingers, as if they were becoming impatient.
What is it in a hurry for? The martial arts practitioner above? No, with just this skill of keeping opponents at a distance, one cannot stand undefeated, because that kind of brute obviously cannot break through this mysterious spell.
So what is it in a hurry for... the knocking sounds like a debt collector in a hurry to enter the door...
"Wait, entering, relics, guide... Do you want to go to the tomb of the senior Laoshizi?"
"Excuse me, senior... Is this road... in a valley...?" Huangpu Xin asked.
"I don't know, I don't know! If I knew, why would I ask you guys what to do!" With an impatient voice, the figure's pounding on the table grew louder.
Huangpu Xin narrowed his eyes and asked Wang Tingyu in his mind, "What is the evil spirit afraid of?"
"The Sun"
Huangpu Xin slightly raised the corner of his mouth and said, "I... understand..."
"What have you understood?! Hurry up and tell me!" The figure urged anxiously, the sound of knocking as loud as the voice.
But Huangpu Xin began to bargain: "Senior... my injury... can it be... treated first?"
"Stop babbling! I told you to speak!" The figure's left hand continued to tap, while the other clawed hand attacked Huangpu Xin in a rush. Unable to react in time, all he saw was a black energy forming into a five-clawed shape coming at him.
Seeing his senior turning into an enemy, Wang Tingyu forcefully gathered his true energy, wanting to come to the rescue. However, due to the internal injuries, the foreign true energy blocked his meridians. He only felt a sweet sensation in his head, and with a 'wah', he spat out a mouthful of blood before passing out.
Huangpu Xin said, "I already know... the answer."
Upon hearing these words, the dark energy stopped in front of Huangpu Xin, and a strong wind mixed with a foul smell blew towards him, causing his golden hair to flutter.
"Deceive me and I'll make you wish you were dead!" The person threatened without distinguishing between truth and falsehood.
Huangpu Xin sighed when he saw that the other party showed no intention of treating him, and no longer beat around the bush, only saying, "This finger points to time... this one to the sun... time flies... the sun is eternal... that path... is on the sun..."
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