ninety thousand miles

Chapter 302 Old Friend

It turns out what Gong Er said was true, Li Chuan thought and looked around. There was nothing, so he looked down again.

He could see very clearly, unprecedentedly clear. Even when he stared at a certain place, that place would be enlarged in his field of vision, showing all the details one by one.

Li Chuan understood that what he was seeing now was the revelation left by Tiansu, and the answer they were looking for might be contained in it. So he calmed down, opened his eyes wide, and tried his best to remember everything he saw, without missing a single detail.

He is not smart, but fortunately he is patient.

At first, he felt that the space below was too big, but as he gradually became familiar with the height and movement of these hills, a picture slowly appeared in his mind. Just like a puzzle, no matter how many pieces there are, as long as you start and keep putting it together, you will always be able to finish it.

At the same time, the uneasiness and fear of the unknown dissipated. He no longer thought about what would happen to him or what would happen next. His mind was completely absorbed in the picture of the hills.

After an unknown amount of time, Li Chuan remembered everything below.

It turns out there is an end.

He found the way he came, found where he was, and saw the original appearance of the hills without the flashing strips. It is barren and cracked, with gray-yellow soil covering the surface, and a hard and steep outline. Only the exposed stones have a bit of gray-green, which is a layer of moss.

As he looked at it, he suddenly discovered that there were many textures hidden on the surface of the hills, some of which he had seen in the flash strips.

Did he see the texture of the hills instead of the flash strips? Could it be that the Flash Belt was imprisoned in the hills? Isn’t the flash belt Tiansu’s path? So what are these hills?

Countless questions flashed through Li Chuan's mind. He closed his eyes and shook his head. If he couldn't figure it out, he would stop thinking about it. He would go out and ask Wen Guying and Luo Xueli later.

When he opened his eyes again, he suddenly noticed some changes in the hills below. The hills seemed to have changed position. If it was before, he might not have been able to tell, but now he was sure that the hills were moving.

Li Chuan observed patiently, and gradually he discovered that these hills were rotating according to a certain pattern, and slowly moved outward with the rotation.

He had a premonition that something was going to happen soon. He suppressed his anxiety and continued to observe.

After the hills reach a certain distance, they will disappear into the gray mist. Soon all the hills disappeared, and the landscape below was bare and empty.

Then he saw a light gray line appear in the middle, and a ship kept retreating in the gray line. There was a man standing on the bow of the boat, rowing the boat with an oar.

Tiansu? Hero? Or someone else?

Li Chuan was guessing in his mind, and suddenly found that the bottom suddenly turned into a lake. One side of the lake was dark and the other side was bright. Between the light and darkness was the looming gray line and the boat.

He fell into a trance, and when he woke up again, he was already sitting on the boat.

Sitting on the boat and looking forward, I found that the boat was moving forward.

This boat... Li Chuan observed it and found that it was the boat that took them to the island. He raised his head and looked at the person standing in front of him.

The man stood with his back to him, wearing a raincoat and a cloak, but with a very gorgeous sword hanging on his waist.

Li Chuan suddenly felt that the person in front of him was somewhat familiar. He remembered what Luo Xueli said, and he also reviewed the monks he knew in his mind.

He has been in this world for more than two years and has met many monks, but only a few of them are familiar to him. His memory is also average. If it was just a one-time encounter, he should not have this sense of familiarity.

After two or three times, still no one matched.

Li Chuan gave up. Maybe this sense of familiarity was just an illusion caused by magic or the like.

"After looking at it for so long, haven't you noticed any of these paths?" The man turned around.

Hearing this, Li Chuan was stunned for a moment. He subconsciously looked at the man's face and saw only a blur, but the feeling of familiarity was even greater.

It's probably some kind of magic.

He realized what the man meant belatedly, and asked, "Are all those paths available?"

"As long as you can bear it," the man said. It turns out that he was asked to choose a path in mid-air just now? But he was not a monk. He only saw the hills, not the road. Li Chuan smiled bitterly and shook his head, saying, "I haven't seen a single path."

The man's blurred face seemed to have an expression of surprise. He looked Li Chuan up and down, as if he wanted to see him through. After a while, he asked: "Which sect are you from?"

"There is no school or sect." Li Chuan said.

"Which path are you cultivating?" the man asked again.

Li Chuan said: "Probably it should be included in the "Classic of Patterns".

"The Pattern Sutra? The First Book? That's interesting." The man's voice seemed to have a hint of laughter as he said, "This is the first time I heard someone say that they practiced the Pattern Sutra by themselves."

After listening to the man's words, Li Chuan tried his best to maintain calm.

"The First Book". The little mouse also said the same thing about the Pattern Sutra. Could it be that this person... could this space not belong to this world, but to another timeline?

Thinking of this, he asked: "Senior, is he a hero?"

"No." The man denied it and said, "I am neither a magic hero nor a Tiansu. I disappoint you."

"Then what do you call senior?"

The man said, "Just call me a monk."

After listening to the man's words, Li Chuan raised his head, and the light from the half-lit lake illuminated his blurry face. Li Chuan used that light to look at the man. Once he concentrated, he entered the state and saw He noticed the dense yellow flocs on the man's blurred face.

Li Chuan was frightened and got out of his state. He tried his best to control his hands and feet that wanted to hide back, but it was too late to take back the panic in his expression.

"What's wrong with you?" The man was puzzled and said, "Even if you are a mortal, the fact that you can come here means that you have the heart to seek the Tao. Since you have the heart to seek the Tao, there must be a path suitable for you."

"Why has no one revised "The First Book"?" Li Chuan asked.

"The "First Book" records all the mysteries from the explosion of the Heart Abyss to the initial division of the Three Realms, so it is called the first book after the creation of the world." The man patiently explained: "Although there are many copies of it, mortals can't It can be obtained easily, but only the original can be used to realize it. And its original has always been in the hands of ancient immortal Tiansu."

Li Chuan was silent for a while and asked, "I don't want to choose a path. Can I leave?"

"Why?" The man seemed very surprised.

"You are a strange ghost, crowned the Mid-Autumn Festival." Li Chuan said.

"White Walkers? Have you noticed something is wrong at this time?" the man asked, his tone seemed to be very happy.

"Yes." Li Chuan said.

"Am I dead?" the man asked.

"died."

"How did I die?" the man continued to ask.

Li Chuan told the story of Xialin Village in a few words.

After hearing this, the man felt disappointed, and after a long time he said: "It is indeed me."

(End of this chapter)