Meet the Gentleman

Chapter 685: Only traces of civilization can be left

In the eternal night of the unknown.

The writing on the stone was so sloppy that it looked as if it had just been written.

The handwriting looks as good as new.

But it is not Yan Shan's handwriting.

This made Feng Qingyan feel a little relieved. Could it be that not long ago, someone else had walked into the eternal darkness?

But at this moment, he was a little surprised.

He had not walked into the eternal night for long, only a few dozen miles. With such a short distance and less than half an hour, was there anyone who could not bear it?

Is this eternal night so terrible?
While he was surprised, he did not use the magical power of "breaking the void and seeing the subtle" again. He pulled the rope and walked forward quietly to see if the eternal darkness was so scary.

In his perception, there was no light and no sound between heaven and earth.

It was horribly dark and dead silent.

However, for a civil official, it should still be affordable.

However, if it takes more than a month, or even several months, it is hard to say. Even a great scholar might not be able to bear it and might really go crazy. Therefore, it is best to speed up and pass through the eternal night in the shortest time, so as not to be unable to bear the endless night...

In Feng Qingyan's opinion.

The eternal night is a great test of one's will.

Those with strong wills can endure longer and tolerate loneliness for a longer period of time; but those with weak wills, because they cannot endure the endless darkness and the absence of any sound between heaven and earth, will naturally collapse easily and go crazy...

while walking.

Feng Qingyan stopped suddenly.

He found himself losing his sense of direction without knowing when.

For a moment I didn't know which direction to go. It seemed like I was going straight, it seemed like I was turning left, it seemed like I was turning right...

It seems like no matter which way you go, it's right.

but.

How can this be?

There is only one direction, the West; it is impossible to go anywhere.

But Feng Qingyan felt that no matter where he went, it would be the West.

Logically speaking, he had been walking in a straight line all the way, and the west should be the direction of the road. But at this moment, he couldn't even be sure whether he had been walking in a straight line...

He thought about it and it seemed that he had turned a corner before.

It seems not.

This made his face change...

At this time, he still did not use the magical power of "breaking the void and seeing the subtle", but carefully felt the heaven and earth to see if he could identify the direction.

But it failed.

He didn't know which direction was west.

It seems that in the eternal darkness, there is no east, west, south, or north.

terrible!
Feng Qingyan finally experienced the horror of eternal darkness.

The most terrifying thing about eternal darkness is perhaps not the lack of light, nor the absence of any sound, but the lack of any sense of direction.

I don't know east, west, south, or north...

Being in the eternal darkness makes you unable to tell the direction.

in a blink.

Nearly half an hour passed.

Feng Qingyan still couldn't tell the direction. He didn't know which direction was the west, and he had no idea which direction to go.

He had to use his magical power of "breaking the void and seeing the subtle".

However, even if he could "see" in the eternal darkness, he still didn't know which direction was west.

He had no reference points to orient himself.

He was immediately dumbfounded.

Originally, relying on his magical power of "breaking the void and seeing the subtle", he had the confidence to give it a try, but who knew that he would end up killing himself.

Feng Qingyan opened his mouth, unable to utter a word.

If you don't do this, you won't die?

He was not in a hurry. After all, he could see in the eternal darkness, so he was confident. At this moment, he was thinking seriously about how to find his way back...

Go back to the old path?

However, he may not be able to go back to the path he has taken.

From time to time he walked in the air and flew over the black soil, so he might not be able to return to the road section where he knew the direction through the footprints and tire tracks.

However, he can see in the eternal darkness, so there is still a certain chance for him to go back.

This is just a stupid method and should only be used as a last resort.

Is there any other way?
he thought.

But at this time.

Jiuge and Qingmang were very nervous.

They were like blind and deaf in the eternal darkness, feeling somewhat uneasy. Moreover, the eternal darkness blocked the transmission of sound...

Feng Qingyan patted Qingmang and Jiuge, signaling them to stay calm, then he immediately flew up to look up at the sky in eternal darkness.

But the sky of eternal darkness seems to have no end.

Feng Qingyan didn't fly all the way up to the sky in the end, lest he fly for days and nights without reaching the end. Moreover, flying to the end of the sky might not be useful...

If it worked, someone would walk through the eternal night.

At this moment, he was suspended in a high place and used the magical power of "breaking the void and seeing the subtle" to see if he could find any traces of his past.

But the black soil was pitch black and nothing could be seen.

This shocked Feng Qingyan. Did all the traces of his passing disappear? But why did the words carved on the stone remain?
Since the words carved on the stone did not disappear, why did his traces disappear?
Feng Qingyan frowned slightly.

Standing on a high place at this moment.

He could roughly see the ground dozens or hundreds of miles away, and even thousands of miles away he could vaguely see...

but.

Within a radius of dozens or hundreds of miles, there was no trace of him on the black soil.

Maybe it's too faint to see clearly.

He walked down after a while. Fortunately, he did not get lost, otherwise he would have committed suicide again.

boom--

Feng Qingyan used his hand as a sword and slashed with it, and a long pit immediately appeared on the ground.

There was actually no sound.

At this time, he just looked at the long pit quietly. About half an hour passed, and the long pit was still there and did not disappear, which made him a little confused again.

Could it be that the traces of his presence have not actually disappeared?

Just didn't see it?

He looked around with a puzzled look on his face, but still couldn't tell the direction, and for a moment he didn't know where to go. But for some reason, he was still not in a hurry...

When his gaze returned to the long pit, he was suddenly stunned.

The long pit disappeared at some point.

The ground returned to its original state.

This?
Feng Qingyan was somewhat shocked. What was going on? Was the long pit restored to its original state, or was the place under his feet no longer the long pit?
After a moment, he slashed out another long pit.

Keep staring.

An hour later, the long pit was still there and had not disappeared.

At this time he was even more confused.

In the blink of an eye, another half an hour passed, and the long pit still did not disappear, which made him frown.

It's been an hour and a half.

He stopped staring at the long pit and patted Qingmang and Jiuge to prevent them from feeling uneasy.

but.

When he looked back at the long pit, it had disappeared.

Damn it!
Feng Qingyan was deeply shocked.

But at this moment, he also had some guesses. He slashed a long pit for the third time, looked at it for a moment, then turned his head, counted his breaths, and looked back again.

The long pit disappeared.

By this time he had basically understood.

When his sight is not on the long pit, the long pit will quickly return to its original state.

So, he slashed out a long pit for the fourth time, turned his head suddenly and looked back suddenly, and the long pit really disappeared.

It really recovered in an instant.

Why is this happening?
Feng Qingyan was a little confused, so out of curiosity he cut another long hole, squatted down and put his hand in the hole, then suddenly shifted his gaze and turned it back.

The long pit was restored to its original state.

However, his hands did not feel anything and seemed to be always on the ground.

This shocked Feng Qingyan.

What is the black soil in the eternal night? Its instantaneous recovery makes it hard to see, let alone feel...

But why do words exist?

He pondered for a moment and wrote down the word "gentleman". Then he turned his head and looked back. The word "gentleman" was still on the ground.

So he wrote down the two words "Fengming".

Still not gone.

After a moment, he simply wrote a Confucian classic...

The text still did not disappear.

This also means that other traces will disappear instantly, but words will not?
why?

After thinking for a while, he drew a picture on another ground...

The painting was done, but it had no power at all, which made his face change slightly. He had vaguely sensed it when he was writing, but he had not finally confirmed it.

Then he tried again.

The words are there, but the power of the words is gone.

The painting is there, but the power of the painting is not there.

Whether it is words or paintings, in the eternal darkness, they are just ordinary words and paintings.

Is this because of the black soil, or has Hua Jun and Shu Jun lost all their power in the eternal darkness?

At this moment, he returned to the ox cart and took out his pen, ink, paper and inkstone to paint and write.

The power is still there.

This relieved him.

However, he found that some calligraphy and paintings weakened or lost their power in the eternal darkness.

For example, calligraphy and paintings that emit literary brilliance.

After many experiments, he came to a conclusion.

On the mysterious black soil under his feet, he can leave traces of civilization, such as words, calligraphy and paintings, etc., while all other traces that cannot represent civilization will disappear completely in an instant.

What on earth is this place?
Feng Qingyan became more and more curious about the black soil under his feet. It turned out that it only left traces of civilization, while all other traces disappeared completely.

However, his magical power of "breaking the void and seeing the subtle" was unable to see through the black soil beneath his feet.

This made him very sad.

But the most important thing now is to get out of the eternal night...

Although he couldn't tell the direction at this moment, for some reason, he was not in a hurry, as if he had a way to tell it.

I just didn't think of it for the moment.

What is the solution?

Feng Qingyan thought as he walked.

Not long after, I saw some traces of words engraved on a stone not far ahead, so I walked over to take a look out of curiosity.

"It's been three months, three whole months, and I still haven't found a way out. Where is the way out?"

The handwriting looks like new, but very sloppy.

However, this handwriting belongs to another person.

"I'm going crazy. I can't bear it any more. There's no light in this world, no sound at all. It's terribly silent..."

The writing on the stone was of varying sizes and very sloppy.

But it's like it was just written.

Feng Qingyan sighed. The owner of the text had been trapped for three months and might not be able to hold out for much longer. And he seemed to be in the same situation, trapped in the eternal night as well...

This was his own fault, so he rolled his eyes at himself.

He still has eyes to see, so there is no rush.

This is his greatest support.

"How many days has it been? I, I don't remember. I feel like I'm going crazy. I seem to be hallucinating..."

He came across another stone with words engraved on it.

a few days later.

Feng Qingyan encountered a big rock.

Moreover, the stone was split very flat, and there were elegant words engraved on it, which seemed to be an article...

Feng Qingyan read it curiously and was suddenly amazed.

This writing is extraordinary.

"Chen Jing?"

When Feng Qingyan saw the final signature, he was slightly surprised.

This is a very brilliant article written by a great scholar.

If it were in the Zhou world, it would surely shine brightly and even produce all kinds of amazing visions.

So Feng Qingyan took out pen, ink, paper and inkstone and copied it down.

If I could return to the Zhou Dynasty one day, I would bring Chen Jing's great Confucian writings back to the world, after all, he is a Confucian sage...

When he put the pen, ink, paper and inkstone back into the ox cart and glanced at the red spider lily, he was suddenly petrified.

Then, he slapped his forehead suddenly.

The red spider lily in the black pottery flowerpot is always pointing to the west.

Ugh--

Feng Qingyan sighed.

No wonder I always felt that there would be a way to identify the direction in the eternal darkness. It turned out to be a flower pot on the other shore...

Sure enough, the red spider lily never let him down.

However, he didn't dare to do anything rash again and still left some marks on the ground to avoid any accidents.

"Ten days have passed, and we still haven't gotten out of the eternal night..."

This is Yan Shan's handwriting.

This made Feng Qingyan happy, but then he became even more worried. After all, several months had passed, and he wondered if Yan Shan had walked out of the eternal night.

If he hasn't walked out of the eternal darkness yet, can Junior Brother Yan continue to hold on?

Thinking of this, he quickened his pace.

At this time, with the red spider lilies guiding the way, I no longer lost my way and felt quite relaxed.

But as he was walking, he suddenly stopped.

He walked in the eternal night, and felt like a dead soul walking on the bridge of guidance. He would get lost and need the guidance of the red spider lily...

His brows furrowed slightly.

Could it be that the eternal night is related to the bridge of guidance?
Or are there some connections?
"It blocks out all sound and light..."

Feng Qingyan began to think seriously, and then his soul left his body, where he saw a shocking scene.

His soul saw an extremely dark world. Although the world was very dark and visibility was very low, he could still see it.

Why can the soul see?

Feng Qingyan was very confused and became more and more curious about the eternal night.

However, the soul still did not hear the sound...

His soul has not yet returned to his body. He continues to look at the world with curiosity, carefully feeling the breath between heaven and earth. Is it possible that eternal night is suitable for the dead?

His soul felt that the eternal night was very gentle.

There is no discomfort.

Relatively speaking, eternal night is indeed more suitable for the soul.

Or rather, the dead soul.

Could it be that the eternal night is really related to the Bridge of Guidance?

Or, is it related to the underworld?
Feng Qingyan walked and thought curiously, but he couldn't find the answer.

"I will walk out of the eternal night..."

He saw the words left by Yan Shan again.

But along the way, he saw more sloppy, crazy-like writing and skeletons...

He became more and more worried about Yan Shan.

After all, the world is not him.

Not only does he have the supernatural power of "breaking the void and seeing the subtle", he also has the red spider lily to guide the direction. Who can reach his level?

Ok?
anyone?

At this moment, he discovered that a figure was flying past dozens of miles ahead.

Like crazy.

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