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Text Chapter 66: Eight Volumes of the Book of Heaven

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    It was noon at this moment, and the sound of birdsong echoed in the mountains and forests, which was clear and sweet.  After flying eastward for half the night with "Spiritual Light Sword Escape", Long Xuan finally left the boundary of Kongsang Mountain. Looking down from the flying sword, he saw misty clouds in the mountains, like gentle white ribbons, gently changing.  , the scenery below is gradually showing a bit of life!  After flying along the official road below for another half an hour, Long Xuan's eyes lit up, and he saw a small town suddenly appeared at the end of his field of vision. Although it looked small, it might be on this ancient road, but there were not many people there.  few.  Long Xuan looked at the sun in the sky and thought that with the speed of the Spiritual Light Sword Escape, he could reach the Qingyun Gate in a day or two, but there was no need to rush!  With a thought in his mind, the five-colored sword light enveloped him and turned into a flying rainbow, which circled in mid-air and landed in a forest on the outskirts of this town.  When Long Xuan got closer, he saw a stone tablet standing on the roadside at the entrance of the town, with the three words "Xiaochi Town" engraved on it, which must have been the name of this town.  Long Xuan smiled faintly and walked in casually. He heard the voices gradually getting louder in his ears. There were houses with eaves and some shops beside the road, but most of them were vendors setting up stalls directly on both sides of the road.  Walking along the street, the sound of hawking can be heard all the time.  While Long Xuan was wandering around, he suddenly heard a shouting sound coming from the street in front of him. Someone said loudly: "You can predict the future fifty years ago. You can predict the fortune of three hundred years. You can judge the yin and yang with an iron tongue. You want to know the future.  , let¡¯s take a look at the last picture!¡± Long Xuan looked around and saw an old wooden table at the end of the ancient road, with a bamboo pole stuck next to it and a piece of canvas hanging on it, which read ¡°The Immortal Guides the Way¡±.  Character.  Sitting on the side of the bamboo pole was an old man with a gray beard and a crane-bone fairy style, and an eight or nine-year-old little girl with braids and a lazy face.  He raised his eyebrows, but then he remembered. Isn't this the strange pair of grandparents and grandsons he met on the way to Shiwanda Mountain?  Unexpectedly, time has changed and they have not seen each other for many years. They also left southern Xinjiang and came to Middle-earth.  Long Xuan shook his head and was about to turn away when his face suddenly changed and he paused, staring straight at the old man. For some reason, he felt an inexplicable familiarity from the old man, the aura of someone from the same clan.  ¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­¡­ Xiaohuan sighed softly next to him. After sitting here for a few hours, his grandfather screamed vigorously, but not a single business was opened. If this continues, there will be no candied haws to eat tomorrow.  When she was distracted, suddenly there was a flower in front of her. Standing in front of her at some point was a handsome young man, dressed in white clothes and with a faint smile on his face!  "My father-in-law, I haven't seen him for many years. How are you?" Long Xuan cupped his fist at Zhou Xianlue and said with a chuckle.  "Hey," Zhou Xian looked at Long Xuan up and down. When he lowered his eyes, a strange color flashed across his pupils. It disappeared in an instant, but there was nothing strange about his face. He quickly stood up with a smile on his face.  , said: "Please forgive me for my blindness, but I don't know where I have seen the young hero?" "Five years ago, in Nanyun Town, southern Xinjiang, do you still remember me?" Long Xuan still had a warm and jade-like smile on his face,  He stretched out a hand as white as jade from his sleeve, held a thin pen on the table, and took a piece of white paper from the side: "We said goodbye in a hurry back then, and we meet again today because we are destined, so I asked my father-in-law to write for you.  The kid made a fortune!" As he said that, he wrote a word on the white paper and handed it back to Zhou Yixian.  Zhou Xian was startled for a moment, then took it and looked at the white paper. It was the word "Xuan"!  The characters are written neatly, the strokes are straight and round, and the corners are restrained and smooth.  But I don¡¯t know why, the word ¡°Xuan¡± has no edge, nor is it written with iron or silver hooks, but it can make people who see this word feel an astonishing edge, an inexplicable artistic conception that is like the vastness of heaven and earth, and the eternal prehistoric times!  Zhou Yixian stared at this word, not looking up for a long time, and he was so mesmerized. This word almost seemed to have magic power, attracting all his spirit and soul, and he completely forgot about the things outside him.  "Kala¡ª¡ª" The sound of thunder suddenly sounded in his ears, and Zhou Xian came back to his senses. His face suddenly turned pale, his body swayed, and he breathed heavily.  But Long Xuan took back the white paper and crushed it into pieces. Immediately, a bolt of thunder came out of thin air in his palm and turned the scraps of paper into fly ash. There seemed to be surprise in his eyes, but it didn't show on his face. He chuckled softly.  He said: "The boy's clumsy work makes people laugh! I am overjoyed to see my old friend today. Why don't I go with the boy to a nearby restaurant to meet him? What do you think?" In his words, there was no mention of this unfinished word.  !  Zhou Yixian took a deep look at Long Xuan, with a look of great relief on his face. He ignored Xiaohuan who felt a little embarrassed at the same time, nodded and said with a smile: "Young people still know the etiquette. Since you are so sincere, kid, then I will  Let's go with you!" Long Xuan smiled lightly, stretched out his hand, and led the ancestors and grandsons of Zhou Xian into a luxuriously decorated restaurant.  As aXiu Xiu has a free and easy temper, and in this life, he lives in the Zhongmingding Food House, so he will not be short of food and clothing. The three of them sat down, and Long Xuan casually ordered a dozen dishes, and asked for three  With a pot of fine wine, the waiter nodded and went to prepare it.  Zhou Xian smiled. He and Long Xuan were both understanding people. In the final analysis, this banquet was just Long Xuan's apology!  The word "Xuan" written by Long Xuan just now is very mysterious. That simple word contains a "heavenly sword style" sword intention, but it was he who used it to test Zhou Xian. As a result, Monday  Xian was attacked without any resistance.  If Long Xuan hadn't discovered something was wrong and used the power of thunder to erase the sword intention on the paper in time, Immortal Yiyi would have been traumatized by this!  Even so, the old man was greatly frightened. After all, even Long Xuan himself could not fully understand the strangeness of the power of spiritual thoughts!  Therefore, he felt very sorry for his reckless behavior, but he planned to treat the grandfather and grandson to a banquet to make up for it.  After three rounds of wine and five flavors of food, Long Xuan and Zhou Xian gradually became familiar with each other while eating and chatting.  "Yi Xian traveled around the world throughout his life. He was knowledgeable and eloquent. He talked loudly during the dinner, but his words were also meaningful.  Long Xuan sat aside, smiling lightly, nodding from time to time, thinking that this fortune teller really had some skills, as if he knew everything, and even he had never heard of many anecdotes and strange things that he said.  Come to think of it, it makes sense!  ¡°Perhaps, he can give me an answer?  As soon as this idea came up, it never went away. Long Xuan was silent for a moment, waved his hand lightly, and an invisible Tai Chi essence spread out, forming an invisible circle with him as the center.  When Yuan brushed his cheek, he seemed stunned for a moment, stopped talking, and looked at Long Xuan.  Long Xuan¡¯s face was solemn, he dipped his index finger into the cup with some wine, and wrote ten words on the wooden table: The heaven and the earth are unkind, and treat all living things as stupid dogs!  He raised his head, looked at Immortal Zhou Yi, and bowed slowly: "When I was traveling around the world, I accidentally got a few pages of broken secrets. Every time I started, there were these ten words written in front of my head. I am a scholar of heaven and earth, and I don't know.  Can you help me solve my doubts?" Zhou Xian's face suddenly became very strange. He stared at these ten words, and under his unnoticed sleeves, he clenched his hands tightly into fists, just above his face.  , after the shock, there was a hint of excitement, a bit of vicissitudes and a bit of inexplicable complexity.  "Senior!" Long Xuan looked at Zhou Xian's expression and couldn't help but shout softly!  "Yeah!" Zhou Xian came to his senses, but with a sullen face, he wiped the wine stains on the table with his sleeves. He wiped it very carefully and hard, until all traces on the table disappeared and no glyphs could be seen at all.  Willing to give up.  He looked at Long Xuan, slowly shook his head, and said softly: "This thing is called the Book of Heaven, and it is the classic of the Demon Sect. It is said that all the true methods of the Demon Sect from ancient times to the present are derived from this "Book of Heaven".  "On top of the Book of Heaven!" "An object of the Demon Cult?" A strange color flashed across Long Xuan's face. Presumably, the three spots of light in his sea of ??consciousness represented the three fragments of the Book of Heaven. The first one,  The second volume comes from blood-devouring beads, presumably left by the old man with a black heart, the predecessor of the Demon Sect who looked down upon the world.  But the fourth volume is a wordless jade from Tianyin Temple, the holy land of Buddhism. How can we say it is a demonic object?  "Young Master Long, you are wrong!" Zhou Xian tidied his clothes and coughed. Immediately, the ancient Taoist immortal style came out. For a moment, the small restaurant seemed to be glowing. He looked at it.  Looking at Long Xuan, he said calmly: "The Demon Cult comes from the Book of Heaven, but the Book of Heaven does not come from the Demon Cult!" Long Xuan raised his head and looked at Immortal Yi Yi, his lips moved slightly, and his expression was confused.  "There are good and evil in the world, and there is no right or evil in the law. The Buddha is in the heart and not outside the body. This is the similarity with Buddhism in the Book of Heaven!" Immortal Zhou Yi looked at Long Xuan and suddenly said something inexplicable.  As soon as these words came out, Long Xuan's body was shaken. He looked at Zhou Xian. There was also an elusive meaning in the old man's eyes!  Zhou Yixian smiled faintly: "Although you are surprised, you are not like this, right?" Long Xuan was silent for a long time, then suddenly smiled and said softly: "Senior is right, but it's the boy who is obsessed with it! There is nothing more in Taoism than good and evil.  I had a thought in my mind. But I don¡¯t know how many volumes of this unique book have been circulated in the world?" Zhou Xian thought for a while, looked serious, but imitated Long Xuan and dipped his finger in wine and wrote a word on the table.  Then he stood up, grabbed the small ring that was still chewing on the chicken leg, and said with a chuckle: "Since Long Shaoxia can inherit the "Book of Heaven", I think I am a destined person, but I don't know whether this fate is a blessing or a curse! Thank you for your hospitality today,  Take care, Young Master Long, I'm going to go away!" As he said that, he shook the banner in his hand, laughed, and walked out of the restaurant while holding Xiao Huan.  Long Xuan didn't look at him, but just stared at the words on the table. The writing style was clumsy and vigorous. The dragon and snake walked straight towards him, and they came out with the force of roaring into the sky. It was a big "eight"!    PS: This is a plot that Ukiyo has always wanted to write. Today, it will be told through the mouth of Yiyi Xian. As for which eight volumes of heavenly books it is, all book friends can find out from the chapters in the future!
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