Sorcerer

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In the year 43, the witch curse traveled westward to Chuanzhou, and the powerful enemies behind it continued to follow.The family teacher Zha Xihou knew that it was difficult to get rid of it. After breaking the spell with [-] witches, he fought fiercely with Jian's family in the chaotic environment for more than [-] days, and the barren rocks were completely red.In this battle, [-] heroes fought to the death without retreating, and almost the entire army was wiped out. Only [-] people entered the depths of Chaotic Plains, and only [-] people crossed Chaotic Plains to reach the northwest.

In the following year, the seven of them got a channel to reach the southwest, and they went hand in hand.Walking in February, I encountered a spirit-eating wood demon, and survived the battle to the death, but at this point, I was seriously injured.There are fire demons blocking the way ahead, and I know it is inevitable, so I cast this monument to mourn the heroic spirits of the [-] witch-cursed martyrs with the majesty of the earth.

Mountains and rivers are forever, heroic spirits are immortal, long live the witch curse!

Gao Qianhu, in the autumn of [-].

This is the inscription on the top of this square stone wall. Wu Maxi read each word, each word was like a bell and drum, beating in the deepest part of his heart, making his soul tremble.

The Chaotic Realm War was an unprecedented large-scale battle in the history of artistic conception cultivation.With its brutality and influence, it is known as the first battle of the ages.The entire battlefield was turned into bloody ruins, and the chaos was like leaves rolled up by a strong wind, drifting and wreaking havoc in the wilderness.

This inscription may be the text closest to that battle. Although it does not describe the scene of the war in detail, looking at the huge monument as high as 600 meters, the sound and scene of the battle in Chaos Plain seem to be full of vicissitudes. Penetrating into the soul with the vastness, let Wu Maxi's heart resonate.

Gao Qianhu is quite well-known in history. According to "A Brief History of Artistic Conception", he has a burly appearance and a heroic style.This person is a descendant of the great master Gao Jiesha, and the first disciple of Zha Yihou, and his family background can be described as prominent.In addition, he was promoted to the master of witchcraft in his early forties. He was one of the influential figures in Tianshu Continent at that time, and he was very hopeful to take over the lineage of witchcraft.

In the history of witchcraft's westward migration, Gao Qianhu played an extremely important role.

Before moving to the west, Gao Qianhu once visited the Yuxing faction as an envoy of witchcraft, and had a secret meeting with Gu Zizang, the then head of Yuxing. According to speculation, it should be to discuss joining forces to deal with Jian Shuangcheng.According to official history records, the two parties in this secret talk broke up unhappily.Gao Qianhu said that Gu Zizang was "too old to be conspired", and Gu Zizang responded, "Zhu Zi'an is a conspirator?"

The following story is that Zha Xihou's self-knowledge is too weak to fight against the celestial phenomena led by Jian Shuangcheng, and the witches move westward to fight against the celestial phenomena on the outskirts of the chaotic environment.Gu Zizang picked up a bargain and led 12 Yuxing to move north calmly, and the situation of three-thirds of the world took shape instantly.

The first scene in the opening chapter of "Journey to the West" is a scolding battle between Gao Qianhu and Gu Zizang. Wu Maxi has always been deeply impressed. She never expected to see the relics of this legendary figure here.

Looking further down, under this inscription, there are a series of legendary names: Zha Xihou, Ma Jiang, You Jiren, Niu Ao... Each of them is a figure who has played many wonderful roles in history.

Wu Maxi read all the way along the stone wall, until the Huabiao pillar exhausted the spiritual power in the beast beads, the light gradually dimmed, her emotions were still surging, and the great achievements of her ancestors kept stirring in her mind, like waves of waves. The tide is surging.

It is a vicissitudes of emotion, it is so vast.

The bits and pieces of the past, like fragments, floated in my heart one after another. In front of this monument, all kinds of ups and downs and difficulties seemed to have become small, and in retrospect there was a kind of transparency from looking down.

I don't know the true face of Lushan, I am only in this mountain.

The hurdles that have been stepped on in the past seem to be so high and unattainable at first, and I feel a little lost in them.Now, with the help of the greatness of this monument, Wu Maxi's vision seems to have been elevated to countless levels, scanning her life over and over again.

He sat quietly in the darkness, countless thoughts pounding his mind, chaotic and disorderly.After nearly six hours, her thoughts gradually cleared up. Wu Maxi stood up from the rock, staring at the direction of the stone wall in the darkness with firm eyes.

Xiongguan Mandao is really like iron, and now it has started from scratch.

The seniors have even come over to move the witch curse to the west, so what are their difficulties?

His body jumped up suddenly, as light as a fox spirit, but with an unstoppable heroic momentum, he smashed into the night sky.

Since then, Wumaxi has stayed here. Not far from the stele, there is a rock of tens of square meters. He built a bonfire on the rock, slept on it, drank cold springs, ate fish, sat quietly, and studied. , practicing, thinking, self-disciplined like a pilgrimage ascetic.

Every month or so, the beast beads in the Huabiao array can be recharged with energy, and the Huabiao also blooms again, illuminating the monument clearly.

Every time the Huabiao was lit up, Wu Maxi would stand in front of the stone tablet, look at the huge names, examine her own soul, cleanse the dust in her heart, and gradually make her heart pure and mighty.

A few months later, Wu Maxi completely copied the monument with kraft paper.Only about [-] people’s names can be seen clearly on this stele. There are about dozens of inscriptions that are too shallow and have been eroded by time to make it difficult to see the specific content. There are nearly [-] names. , which Gao Qianhu did not record at all.

According to the analysis of the inscriptions on the stele, Gao Qianhu should have been engraved halfway, and his body couldn't support it. He persisted in engraving dozens of more, and finally died of exhaustion.

Every time Wu Maxi sees this stele, she seems to be able to see a downcast senior with a firm expression, clinging to the stone wall like an ant, his hands jingle continuously, engraving the memories of these former colleagues. name.

The sun and the moon are unknown underground, and time passes slowly.

The Confucian sage Kong Qiu once said, I examine myself three times every day.

Wu Maxi spends several hours every day thinking, groping for the names in her hands, retracing the trajectory of her predecessors, and constantly examining her own heart.

Originally, in Wu Maxi's heart, the desire for the road of realm cultivation was like a desperate gambler's desire to make money, fanatical and restless.After these days of precipitation, the mania gradually receded, and the path became more determined.

On a certain summer night seven years ago, Wumashu seemed to have foreseen his own death, and asked his son who was sitting by the campfire a question he would never ask: "What do you plan to do with your life?"

Wu Maxi also said something that he would never say to his father: "I want to be a realm cultivator." When he said this, his voice was trembling, and his heart was trembling.

Wumashu smiled disdainfully, and said, "You little brat is having a dream!"

Whether it is a dream or not, Wu Maxi has experienced many ups and downs along the way, and has taken many detours. She once thought about giving up that unrealistic dream of dreaming and living in peace, but that dream is just like that. In his heart, it was like a poisonous curse bestowed on him by the gods, hindering every step he took.

At the last Orchid Pond meeting thousands of years ago, Jian Shuangcheng, who was in his early twenties, also participated. Shi Qinglan, who was already a well-known figure in the world at that time, asked him a question: "In your heart, what is your desire for artistic conception?" Jian Shuangcheng At that time, he pondered for a long time and did not answer.Many years later, when Jian Shuangcheng compiled "Jiuzhou Artistic Conception Compendium", he wrote a preface in person, which said: My yearning for artistic conception is like a rolling torrent. You have to see the vastness of the ocean to feel at ease.

Wu Maxi's yearning for artistic conception was not as vast as the Great Emperor's, but just as the torrent rushed towards the ocean, the stream also flowed towards the lake without stopping.