Ju Jian thought about it and nodded: Yes, everything about us belongs to the master, it is really nothing to worry about?
Lan Jian on the other side suddenly said in a low voice: Do you think the master will let us sleep in the evening?
Mei Jian spat: What are you thinking about in your head!
Zhu Jian also blushed and said: I heard from Mrs. Shi and the others that the personal maids of wealthy families have to warm the bed for their masters.
Stop thinking about it, practice hard.
Mei Jian pinched his sister, but some scenes couldn't help but appear in his mind. I wonder if it was because of the practice posture, my body became more and more numb.
Although the whispers of the little girls were small, they did not escape Song Qingshu's ears. He couldn't help but laugh and cry when he heard the content of the discussions of several people. It seemed that although the Tianshan Tonglao was fierce, she was still very good to them, otherwise she would not have been so lively.
However, he quickly calmed down and continued to look at the murals in the stone cave. First, he had a special ability to learn it once, and second, he is now highly cultivated, and one method is the only way to understand all methods. Although he read it very quickly, he quickly integrated these martial arts. Later, he did not use the light skills of the Taixuan Sutra, and he could float in the air out of thin air.
After a few more hours, Song Qingshu integrated almost all the martial arts in the stone chamber, and felt refreshed, and the martial arts realm seemed to have reached another level.
Just as he was about to leave, a slight whimper suddenly came from the air, and he couldn't help but stop. The sound was too slight. If it weren't for his ability to be wise, it would be impossible to hear it.
After a while, the whimpering sound came again, feeling very much like the legendary ghost night cry. If it were an ordinary person, he might have been scared. However, how could Song Qingshu, who has been influenced by a complete scientific system, be scared by this little thing?
I soon realized that there should be a secret room somewhere, and the air flowing from some tiny gaps into the hidden cavity before making such a sound.
Song Qingshu walked in with the sound, walked several feet apart, and finally came to a large stone wall, reached out to touch it, and the internal force extended in, and soon felt a considerable space inside.
After a rough glance, he noticed that a lamp holder next to him was a little abrupt. He twisted it a few times and a stone door gradually opened. Song Qingshu looked back and saw that Meilan, bamboo and jujube were concentrating on practicing martial arts in the distance, but did not notice the situation here.
He was very skilled and brave, and he was not afraid of any mechanism inside, so he walked straight in.
This secret room is not big or small, and it looks like it is dozens of square meters, but Song Qingshu was still shocked because the first thing that caught his eye was a dead bone sitting on the chair in front of him.
It would be fine if it was an ordinary dry bone. The key is that the dry bone looks very small, like a child, but even though it has become a dry bone, the whole person has a arrogant and arrogant spirit in his sitting posture.
It's so strange!
Song Qingshu was puzzled. Seeing that this Kugu should be a top martial arts master or a person who has been in the top position for a long time, otherwise he would not have exuded such a spirit just by sitting posture.
Could it be Pan Lang’s remains?
A thought flashed through Song Qingshu's mind, but he quickly denied the speculation. The bone in front of him seemed to be small and small. It seemed that he was not very old, and he was still a woman, so he would never be Pan Lang.
Song Qingshu suddenly noticed a roll of parchment in Dugu's hand, and took it off gently, and the first few words on the roll were printed into the eyes. The method of eternal life!
eternal life?
Song Qingshu sneered. Since ancient times, all emperors and generals have pursued the art of immortality. What a person Qin Shihuang was like back then, and he was still useless to unify the world and use the power of the whole country. The emperors behind him followed suit and practiced immortality and used pills. In the end, not only did they not gain eternal life, but they died early due to heavy metal poisoning.
Originally, Song Qingshu was a little impressed by the person in front of her. I guess she was also an amazing big shot in front of her, but she didn't expect that she was also a stupid person who pursued immortality.
However, he still opened the whole piece of parchment to see what would be written on it, and soon his face changed a little, because the previous sentences mentioned that the eight desolate six-heaven is the only one who can do it:
...Although this skill is magical and has the effect of immortality and eternal spring, it is not really eternal life after all. With the master's ability to understand the sky and the earth, once the time comes, he has to let go and die...
Song Qingshu nodded. It seemed that this person was not confused. He then looked on and saw that it read:
What is eternal life? I have carefully studied the classics and knew that the five declines of heaven and man and the limit of the body are the rules of the great way. No matter how high the martial arts are, it cannot be violated. However, although the body cannot be eternal life, what about the soul?
Song Qingshu skipped a beat and subconsciously thought of Mingzun. He just studied the method of taking over the body and successfully entered Zhang Wuji. In a sense, he had already achieved eternal life.
At first he just took a look, but now he can't wait to see: What is the soul? I have been thinking about it, it's nothing more than memory and way of thinking. If another person has the same memory as me, the same way of thinking as me, and thinks from the bottom of his heart that she is me, then is this considered to be that I continue to live in this world in another way?
This... Song Qingshu couldn't help but feel a little dumbfounded. He first heard this idea. At first, he felt it was extremely absurd, but gradually he felt it had some truth.
If A has all the memories of B and his way of thinking is the same, and he even thinks he is B, then is he A or B?
He was dizzy and thought that such a topic made the philosophers in the post-world guaranteed that they could argue and continue to look back. It was said: I have exhausted my lifelong learning and finally figured out a method of eternal life. First, I found a suitable person. I don’t have much memory when I am young. If I have a similar appearance, I would wash away her original memory with my soul search method, and then imprint my memories from childhood to adulthood into her mind bit by bit, and teach her the same way of thinking and martial arts. After a hundred years in the future, she will be able to live forever on my behalf...
Song Qingshu's face changed a few times, and a few guesses suddenly flashed in his heart, and he couldn't help but feel a little creepy: No...
Recently, I was plotted by that bitch Li Qiushui. If it were the past, I would have recovered after a few months of cultivation. But now I have had a problem practicing the eternal life method. I haven’t had much time left. Fortunately, I found a girl some time ago. She was smart and smart. The key is that she looks very similar to when I was young. It seems that the plan has to be advanced...
The handwriting behind was a little blurred, but when she saw this, Song Qingshu gradually understood the whole story. The petite dry bone in front of her was probably the real Tianshan boy grandma. She has developed a method of immortality in the Lingjiu Palace over the years. Who knew that at the critical moment, Li Qiushui had a trick, and had to find a little girl with a similar appearance to herself, brainwash her with the method of immortality she developed, and finally passed on her skills...
Lan Jian on the other side suddenly said in a low voice: Do you think the master will let us sleep in the evening?
Mei Jian spat: What are you thinking about in your head!
Zhu Jian also blushed and said: I heard from Mrs. Shi and the others that the personal maids of wealthy families have to warm the bed for their masters.
Stop thinking about it, practice hard.
Mei Jian pinched his sister, but some scenes couldn't help but appear in his mind. I wonder if it was because of the practice posture, my body became more and more numb.
Although the whispers of the little girls were small, they did not escape Song Qingshu's ears. He couldn't help but laugh and cry when he heard the content of the discussions of several people. It seemed that although the Tianshan Tonglao was fierce, she was still very good to them, otherwise she would not have been so lively.
However, he quickly calmed down and continued to look at the murals in the stone cave. First, he had a special ability to learn it once, and second, he is now highly cultivated, and one method is the only way to understand all methods. Although he read it very quickly, he quickly integrated these martial arts. Later, he did not use the light skills of the Taixuan Sutra, and he could float in the air out of thin air.
After a few more hours, Song Qingshu integrated almost all the martial arts in the stone chamber, and felt refreshed, and the martial arts realm seemed to have reached another level.
Just as he was about to leave, a slight whimper suddenly came from the air, and he couldn't help but stop. The sound was too slight. If it weren't for his ability to be wise, it would be impossible to hear it.
After a while, the whimpering sound came again, feeling very much like the legendary ghost night cry. If it were an ordinary person, he might have been scared. However, how could Song Qingshu, who has been influenced by a complete scientific system, be scared by this little thing?
I soon realized that there should be a secret room somewhere, and the air flowing from some tiny gaps into the hidden cavity before making such a sound.
Song Qingshu walked in with the sound, walked several feet apart, and finally came to a large stone wall, reached out to touch it, and the internal force extended in, and soon felt a considerable space inside.
After a rough glance, he noticed that a lamp holder next to him was a little abrupt. He twisted it a few times and a stone door gradually opened. Song Qingshu looked back and saw that Meilan, bamboo and jujube were concentrating on practicing martial arts in the distance, but did not notice the situation here.
He was very skilled and brave, and he was not afraid of any mechanism inside, so he walked straight in.
This secret room is not big or small, and it looks like it is dozens of square meters, but Song Qingshu was still shocked because the first thing that caught his eye was a dead bone sitting on the chair in front of him.
It would be fine if it was an ordinary dry bone. The key is that the dry bone looks very small, like a child, but even though it has become a dry bone, the whole person has a arrogant and arrogant spirit in his sitting posture.
It's so strange!
Song Qingshu was puzzled. Seeing that this Kugu should be a top martial arts master or a person who has been in the top position for a long time, otherwise he would not have exuded such a spirit just by sitting posture.
Could it be Pan Lang’s remains?
A thought flashed through Song Qingshu's mind, but he quickly denied the speculation. The bone in front of him seemed to be small and small. It seemed that he was not very old, and he was still a woman, so he would never be Pan Lang.
Song Qingshu suddenly noticed a roll of parchment in Dugu's hand, and took it off gently, and the first few words on the roll were printed into the eyes. The method of eternal life!
eternal life?
Song Qingshu sneered. Since ancient times, all emperors and generals have pursued the art of immortality. What a person Qin Shihuang was like back then, and he was still useless to unify the world and use the power of the whole country. The emperors behind him followed suit and practiced immortality and used pills. In the end, not only did they not gain eternal life, but they died early due to heavy metal poisoning.
Originally, Song Qingshu was a little impressed by the person in front of her. I guess she was also an amazing big shot in front of her, but she didn't expect that she was also a stupid person who pursued immortality.
However, he still opened the whole piece of parchment to see what would be written on it, and soon his face changed a little, because the previous sentences mentioned that the eight desolate six-heaven is the only one who can do it:
...Although this skill is magical and has the effect of immortality and eternal spring, it is not really eternal life after all. With the master's ability to understand the sky and the earth, once the time comes, he has to let go and die...
Song Qingshu nodded. It seemed that this person was not confused. He then looked on and saw that it read:
What is eternal life? I have carefully studied the classics and knew that the five declines of heaven and man and the limit of the body are the rules of the great way. No matter how high the martial arts are, it cannot be violated. However, although the body cannot be eternal life, what about the soul?
Song Qingshu skipped a beat and subconsciously thought of Mingzun. He just studied the method of taking over the body and successfully entered Zhang Wuji. In a sense, he had already achieved eternal life.
At first he just took a look, but now he can't wait to see: What is the soul? I have been thinking about it, it's nothing more than memory and way of thinking. If another person has the same memory as me, the same way of thinking as me, and thinks from the bottom of his heart that she is me, then is this considered to be that I continue to live in this world in another way?
This... Song Qingshu couldn't help but feel a little dumbfounded. He first heard this idea. At first, he felt it was extremely absurd, but gradually he felt it had some truth.
If A has all the memories of B and his way of thinking is the same, and he even thinks he is B, then is he A or B?
He was dizzy and thought that such a topic made the philosophers in the post-world guaranteed that they could argue and continue to look back. It was said: I have exhausted my lifelong learning and finally figured out a method of eternal life. First, I found a suitable person. I don’t have much memory when I am young. If I have a similar appearance, I would wash away her original memory with my soul search method, and then imprint my memories from childhood to adulthood into her mind bit by bit, and teach her the same way of thinking and martial arts. After a hundred years in the future, she will be able to live forever on my behalf...
Song Qingshu's face changed a few times, and a few guesses suddenly flashed in his heart, and he couldn't help but feel a little creepy: No...
Recently, I was plotted by that bitch Li Qiushui. If it were the past, I would have recovered after a few months of cultivation. But now I have had a problem practicing the eternal life method. I haven’t had much time left. Fortunately, I found a girl some time ago. She was smart and smart. The key is that she looks very similar to when I was young. It seems that the plan has to be advanced...
The handwriting behind was a little blurred, but when she saw this, Song Qingshu gradually understood the whole story. The petite dry bone in front of her was probably the real Tianshan boy grandma. She has developed a method of immortality in the Lingjiu Palace over the years. Who knew that at the critical moment, Li Qiushui had a trick, and had to find a little girl with a similar appearance to herself, brainwash her with the method of immortality she developed, and finally passed on her skills...
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