Simulation becomes reality, have I ever looked down upon the eternity?

Chapter 386 Lu Chen's order, how can I get the Heavenly Sword?
Bian Jing, Taofu Street.

The moon was hanging high in the sky, its light as clear as a veil gently covering this ancient street.

At the end of the street, a towering building stands quietly, facing north and south. It is a five-story brick and wood structure with a gable roof and a double-story design. The sloping roof has green tiles that are like scales, stacked layer by layer.

It glows faintly under the moonlight, like a garden.

On Taofu Street, no matter whether it was the common people passing by in a hurry or the dignitaries who were once prominent, when they passed by here, they all bowed slightly. Even those people from the nine major surnames who were usually arrogant and domineering did not dare to whip their horses here.

They also let the carriage move forward slowly, and the nobles in the carriage pushed open the curtains, their eyes silent, with a bit of indescribable awe.

Even those dandy young men dare not act rashly here.

The reason is simple - a simple plaque is hung above the vermilion gate.

The word "Academy" is written on it.

There were no fancy embellishments, just two simple words, but they were enough to shock Bianliang, which was full of powerful and noble people.

Since Confucius established the academy, it has become a holy place that attracts worldwide attention.

The four gentlemen of the academy are famous all over the world.

Layer upon layer of extremely brilliant identities gathered together.

The word "academy" has long been more important than Mount Tai in the hearts of the people of Da Qi.

Taofu Street today seems particularly deserted.

If it is a weekday, before midnight, the streets on both sides are already brightly lit, the air is filled with the aroma of oil smoke from various snacks, and naughty boys are laughing and playing, walking around, making it very lively.

However, today, the streets are deserted, with few pedestrians and even the lights are dim.

Because the Banquet for Beauties was being held in the West Wing, almost all of Bianliang's dignitaries and literati flocked there, making this usually bustling street unusually quiet.

at this time!
There was a gentle sound of hoofbeats on the bluestone street.

A black donkey slowly appeared at the corner of the street, chewing a handful of fresh grass proudly.

Its fur was shiny black, and it scratched its ears casually with its hooves, looking relaxed and contented.

The black donkey pricked up its ears and looked at the academy built with high walls in front of it, with a bit of fear in its eyes.

This black donkey was brought into Xie Mansion by Lu Hua.

It lived well and comfortably in Xie's house for a month and a half, and its body became plumper and fatter.

This donkey was originally an old donkey raised in Zhongnan Mountain by the Sanzhenyi Sect. It had lived for more than a hundred years and had already developed intelligence and immense strength. It could kill a tiger with a single kick of its hind hooves.

Moreover, because he had been listening to teachings in Mount Zhongnan for many years, he gained supernatural powers and could spit out raging flames from his mouth. Even ordinary martial arts masters in the third realm could not do anything to him.

Back then, this black donkey was a bully in Mount Zhongnan. It was rampant and not only destroyed the terraced fields at the foot of the mountain, but also devoured the crops in the fields, causing complaints from the villagers.

In desperation!
The villagers reported the matter to Zhongnan Mountain.

After hearing this, the previous generation master went down the mountain himself to subdue the demon.

The black donkey had nowhere to escape and was caught. They wanted to skin it and pull out its tendons to serve as a warning to others. But the black donkey knew that a disaster was about to happen and cried loudly in fear.

However, in the Sanzhen Patriarch Hall, the portrait of Patriarch Lu Chen showed a rare miracle, and a ray of spiritual light shone on the black donkey.

Upon seeing this, the master spared the black donkey's life, and took him in as a disciple of the Three True Ones, giving him the Taoist name "Empty Donkey".

Because of his younger generation, Heilu's seat ranking was after Lu Hua and he was often bullied by Lu Hua.

Now, the black donkey slowly walked to the gate of the academy, looked up at the towering courtyard wall, a puff of white air came out of its nose, and a thoughtful look like a human appeared on its face.

It seemed to be both awed and curious about the academy, and eventually it went around the west wall of the academy.

The black donkey kicked its four hooves and leaped up lightly, easily crossing the high wall and landing steadily in the academy.

There was a smug look on the donkey's face.

It took cautious steps towards the "Self-cultivation Building", the highest point of the academy.

The highest point of the academy is the five-story "Xiu Shen Building".

Legend has it that this was where Confucius practiced and studied in his early years. Because it only has five floors, no other buildings in the academy, and even the entire Taofu Street, have any buildings higher than five floors, as a sign of respect for Confucius.

The academy is exceptionally quiet today.

Most of the teachers followed the three teachers to the banquet, leaving only a few teachers who were teaching today on duty.

From the house in the front yard, the sound of students reading under lamplight could be faintly heard, adding a bit of liveliness to the quiet night.

The black donkey's footsteps were light and it landed silently. Even when it jumped over the eaves, it did not make any sound.

It looked up at the five-story Baoxia building, and a trace of fear and hesitation flashed in its eyes.

It leaped lightly and landed not far from the gate without alarming anyone.

However!
The black donkey always felt that there were several pairs of eyes staring at its butt from behind, and it couldn't help but shake its tail, trying to dispel the vague feeling of being watched.

Black Donkey took a deep breath, fixed his eyes on Xiushen Building, and was about to jump up again——

suddenly!

Its hair stood on end.

A sharp sword was pressed against his neck.

The cold iron scraped across the black donkey's fur, chilling him to the bone.

Black Donkey had no doubt that the sword could easily cut off its head.

The man holding the sword was a middle-aged scholar wearing a tall crown. He stared at the black donkey with frosty eyes.

"What demon has the audacity to trespass into the Academy's Self-cultivation Building?"

The black donkey was so frightened that his soul almost left his body.

The other party was able to appear beside him silently, and his strength was obviously far beyond his ability.

Fortunately, it was prepared.

The black donkey hurriedly spat out the letter, then sat down on the ground without caring about anything, bowing awkwardly with its two front hooves and making a few "grunting" sounds from its mouth.

I had already forgotten Lu Hua's instructions in my heart, and I didn't want to lose the reputation of the Sanzhenyi Sect.

When the scholar with a high hat saw the black donkey in this state, he was stunned and his eyes fell on a yellow letter that it spit out.

There was wet saliva on it, and the black donkey wiped it with his hoof tactfully.

The scholar put away his sword, picked up the letter, unfolded it, and saw only a few words on it, but the handwriting was somewhat familiar.

The book says:

"Yu Anqinqi!"

The signature is——Xie Hong!
The scholar with a high hat fixed his eyes. No one knew the real name of the second gentleman, only his courtesy name Yu'an.

Few people know about Mr. Er's calligraphy academy.

The scholar wearing a high hat and holding a sword is the anonymous disciple serving the Second Master.

He couldn't help but mutter, "It's actually a letter from Mr. Hong."

The scholar frowned slightly, his eyes moving back and forth between the black donkey and the letter, and after a moment, he snorted coldly.

"Since it was Mr. Hong who asked you to do that, why didn't you go through the main gate instead of climbing over the wall?"

When the black donkey heard this, his eyes rolled.

But the scholar had put away the letter and said calmly, "Forget it, forget it. Since there is a letter as proof, you wait here and I will be back soon."

The black donkey felt relieved and quickly turned over and stood up, with a flattering smile on his face.

It did not dare to delay, and spat out another letter from its mouth, and carefully pushed it in front of the scholar with a tall crown with its hoof.

The scholar in a high hat looked down and saw that the lacquer cover of the letter was stamped with an ink-black seal, on which were engraved five ancient characters: "Seal of the Three True Heavenly Masters".

The scholar frowned, and his tone became cold again: "Zhong Nanshan Sanzhen Sect?"

The black donkey was frightened by the tone and almost collapsed again. He nodded and bowed quickly, with fear in his eyes.

The scholar hesitated for a moment, but finally picked up the letter, turned around and walked into the Xiushen Building. Without even turning his head, he left a sentence:
"You wait here. I will go and report to the master first."

Black Donkey heaved a sigh of relief, and with a turn of his eyes, he realized that the letter had been delivered and he could run away now.

However!
As soon as it raised its hoof, it sensed several faint auras hidden in the darkness around it.

The black donkey had to retract its hoof in disappointment and stand still obediently, not daring to act rashly.

The scholar with a high hat climbed all the way up to the fourth floor of the Xiushen Building, but did not go any further up.

The fifth floor of the Xiushen Building is a restricted area of ​​the academy, and even he does not dare to enter without permission.

Moreover, as for the fifth floor, even though he had already reached the ninth level of martial arts and the eighth level of the soul, he still had a faint fear in his heart, as if there was something extremely terrifying on it. He stood at the entrance of the stairs, bowed respectfully and said, "Sir, Black Donkey has come to deliver a letter."

On the fifth floor, a hoarse voice came after a long time, with a tired tone:

"It's...Xu Zhi, why didn't you go with me to...the banquet?"

When Gao Guan scholar heard this familiar voice, he looked a little excited and whispered:
"We three brothers are willing to guard you, sir."

A sigh came from upstairs.

Although Mr. Er has lived in seclusion on the fifth floor of the Self-cultivation Building all year round, he has three registered disciples under his tutelage, all of whom are masters of both literature and swordsmanship and have reached the ninth level of martial arts.

Although they had not formally become his disciples, they respected Mr. Er as a god.

Xu Zhi stood at the stairs, holding two letters in her hands, feeling vaguely uneasy.

It seems that these two letters will break the long-standing silence of the college.

The voice from upstairs came again.

"Whose letter?"

The scholar's Adam's apple moved slightly, and his fingertips gently stroked the ink-colored Heavenly Master seal on the lacquer seal:
"One is from Mr. Hong."

As soon as the words fell, the entire fourth floor suddenly became quiet, as if even the air had frozen.

"Zheng——"

The bronze sword box hanging on the eaves of the fourth floor suddenly vibrated, and the nine unsheathed ancient swords hummed together.

The bamboo curtain on the fourth floor was half-blown away by the sword energy, revealing the piles of scrolls in the building, each of which was wrapped with a faded red rope.

Although the scholar had expected this, he was still shocked by Mr. Er's reaction.

He held his breath and didn't dare to move at all.

"It's a letter from Chongshan!"

A hint of warmth seeped into the hoarse voice from the fifth floor, as if a wine jar that had been frozen for thirty years suddenly cracked.

The scholar in a high hat looked at the sword case covered with dust and added, "There is also a letter from Mount Zhongnan."

On the fifth floor, Mr. Er's voice had a hint of doubt in it:
"Zhongnan Mountain?"

The two letters suddenly flew up to the fifth floor like tired birds returning to their nests, following the trajectory of the sword energy.

The letter disappeared at the end of the stairs, and the sword energy on the fourth floor also subsided, returning to calm.

The scholar stood there, thinking to himself that Mr. Hong's letter could have moved Mr. Er so much. The rumors must be true, Mr. Er and Xie Hong were close friends.

He looked up in the direction of the fifth floor. Although he was curious, he did not dare to ask more questions. He just retreated silently, returned to the outside of the Xiushen Building, and continued to guard the black donkey.

On the fifth floor, the pearl curtain swayed gently.

The moonlight shone through the gaps, illuminating two low white beds.

As the footsteps on the fourth floor faded away, the fifth floor fell silent again, with only the faint sound of beads colliding.

The curtain was slowly opened by a skinny hand, revealing the scene inside.

The owner of the hand was lying on the outer bed. He was a middle-aged man with disheveled hair and a thin body.

He was shirtless, with bony ribs and a broken right arm, leaving only his left hand.

However!
This left hand is covered with densely packed eyes, and each eyeball is constantly moving.

He raised his head slightly, revealing an extremely strange face - there was no facial features on that face, only a mouth, as pale as paper.

This face looked particularly creepy and chilling in the moonlight.

What was even more shocking was that when he slowly stood up, his back was exposed.

On his back, there was an old man's face!
The face had deep wrinkles and clear eyebrows and eyes, as if the voice just now came from there.

The old man's eyes were closed, but his lips were slightly moving, as if he was whispering something.

"Chongshan... you finally wrote to me."

The moonlight shines behind the pearl curtain.

There was an old man lying on the other bed.

Lying on the bed was a tall old man in Confucian robes, with a ruddy complexion, a kind look, and a peaceful expression. He seemed to be just sleeping, but had no heartbeat or breathing.

It turned out to be a corpse!
If Lu Hua and others were here, they would be able to recognize at a glance that this person looks almost exactly like Master Dong.

The only thing was that the old man was missing one arm, and there were dense teeth marks on it.

It's extremely terrifying and chilling.

Mr. Er, with an old man's face and disheveled hair, walked into the desk on the fifth floor, where a broken sword was placed.

He placed the two letters on the table and opened the one with Xie Hong's name on it.

The moonlight shines on it like water, reflecting a few numbers.

"Cut open the God-Shocking Formation!"

Mr. Er touched the handwriting on it and his body trembled slightly.

Mr. Er was silent for a moment, then opened another letter.

There are only four words on the letter paper!
"Lu Chen's order!"

The old man on his back suddenly opened his eyes wide, and a hint of shock and complexity flashed in his pupils.

"Lu Chen...Lu Chen..."

Immediately, the old man slowly closed his eyes, opened his lips slightly, and uttered a completely different voice - this was the voice of a middle-aged man, sonorous and loud, full of high spirits.

"How can I get the Heavenly Sword..."

Mr. Er's hand gently brushed across the broken sword on the table, his fingertips gently touching the cracks on it.

Under the moonlight, the broken sword trembled slightly, making a deep humming sound, as if responding to its inner call.

The scholar with a high hat walked slowly down from the fourth floor and his eyes fell on the black donkey. He saw that the donkey looked cautious and quite human.

This made the scholar wonder in his heart: Where did this donkey come from? It is so spiritual!
"boom--"

The Xiushen Building trembled violently, and the entire academy seemed to be shaken by an invisible force. The green tiles fell down, and the copper bells on the eaves shook wildly, making a piercing sound.

"Yes... sir!"

The scholar's face suddenly changed and he looked up towards the fifth floor.

The next moment!
A majestic sword intent rose into the sky from the fifth floor!

The sword roars like a dragon!
The black donkey's hair stood on end, its four hooves were deeply embedded in the bluestone slabs, and its eyes were full of horror.

~

~

Deep in Yu Ke’s heart, the cauldron was roaring and shaking.

There was a sudden and loud sound, which was deafening.

The huge four-legged cauldron rotated slowly, and rays of light burst out. The inscriptions on it looked lifelike, as if they were about to break out of the cauldron and come alive.

The Master suddenly raised his head and looked towards the sky of Bianjing.

Outside the "Shocking Array" that looked like green glass, a mountain range covered in snow was projected.

The mountains are continuous, the whole process is endless, and the only peak is high!
The mountains are majestic and reach the sky.

The cliffs are as if they were carved by knives and axes, the rocks are exposed, and the textures are crisscrossed.

The mountain streams gurgle, and the ancient trees are towering with lush branches and leaves, blocking out the sun.

The stone steps on both sides are winding like a ladder to heaven, leading directly to the top of the peak.

The peak is covered with snow all year round, and the mountainside is shrouded in clouds and mist.

An ancient Taoist temple is looming, with green tiles, red walls, and flying eaves.

The entire mountain stands in the air between heaven and earth, like a dream.

"This is……"

Lu Hua also looked up, his face full of shock, and blurted out.

“Zhongnan Mountain!”

(End of this chapter)