Chapter 99: Opportunity is earned with life [Please recommend]
Zhuo Bufan died, and this time he died happily. In other words, Shang Xingdao gave him a happy death.
In fact, even if Shang Xingdao didn't kill him, he would probably commit suicide and read the file. He wouldn't let Xiaomei die in vain.
The trade path can be regarded as a success for him!
Back to the archive space again. Three white doors towered majestically in front of you.
The three archive situations in front of me are: Nameless Mountain, Dormitory, and Mass Grave.
According to the timeline, the closest read to Zhuo Bufan's death was the dormitory.
The archive of the dormitory was saved when he saw the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, but that archive could not be read.
Because Shang Xingdao had mastered the talisman, La Yue Lou's team was almost wiped out, and even Lan Miaoren was dead.
So the best way to read files is from Wumingshan!
The archive of "Unknown Mountain" was saved by Zhuo Bufan before he decided to enter the Yangtze River.
"Fortunately, I saved this file in time."
Zhuo Bufan was very lucky that he did not overwrite the archive of Wuming Mountain.
As long as we go back to that time, all tragedies have not happened yet! Shang Xingdao has not yet understood the spell. The mysterious woman holding the mirror has not yet alerted Layue Tower.
When he thought of the woman holding the mirror, Zhuo Bufan felt inexplicably panicked.
Zhuo Bufan knew very well that the mysterious woman was a character that he could not kill no matter how many times he read the novel.
Shang Xingdao calls her Mirror Master, and even the dead are not qualified to know her identity.
"We can't provoke that woman now. We must kill the trading road without anyone noticing."
After Zhuo Bufan finished speaking, he slowly walked to the second save door, then opened the door and walked out slowly.
How to kill Shangxingdao without being noticed is a problem, and it is a very serious problem.
…
When Zhuo Bufan opened his eyes again, he found that he was sitting on the stone platform on the top of the unknown mountain.
Looking up at the sky, the sun is shining brightly.
"What a bright and warm light!"
Feeling the sunshine, the bright light swept away Zhuo Bufan's inner boredom.
You know, after today, it will be annoying rain. Therefore, Zhuo Bufan must cherish today. He has already decided in his heart that today, he will enter Yang!
"Xiaomei, come out!"
Looking down at the four plum blossom marks on the back of his hand, Zhuo Bufan called out.
But a rainbow light flashed out from the plum blossom mark, and the doll-like Xiaomei appeared in front of Zhuo Bufan.
"Shang Bufan, what did you ask me to do?"
Xiaomei said holding the wine gourd.
Zhuo Bufan didn't say anything, he just hugged Xiaomei with a warm smile on his face.
"That's great, that's great."
Having witnessed Xiaomei's death, Zhuo Bufan wanted to hug her and feel her presence for some reason.
Being hugged by Zhuo Bufan, Xiaomei stiffened and froze on the spot.
After she reacted, she opened her tiger-toothed mouth and bit Zhuo Bufan's neck fiercely.
"Let me go, you bad guy. If you dare to molest my aunt, I'll bite you to death!"
Xiaomei naturally didn't know what Zhuo Bufan was feeling in her heart at this moment. In her opinion, Zhuo Bufan was molesting her.
However, I felt Zhuo Bufan's embrace as if he was afraid of losing it. Xiaomei, who was biting Zhuo Bufan's neck, slowly let go.
Until Zhuo Bufan also let go of his embrace, tears seemed to be shining in his eyes.
"Sorry, I'm rude."
"It's nothing, I'm just going to practice soon, and I need you to help me protect the law."
The smile on Zhuo Bufan's face was warm, a bit cheerful and comfortable.
Seeing Zhuo Bufan's silly smile, Xiaomei also sat down cross-legged, hugging the wine gourd and humming while sitting on the ground.
"Practice as long as you practice, why are you hugging others? It's really annoying and stinks."
Xiaomei was muttering. Seeing this, Zhuo Bufan touched Xiaomei's head and said.
"Then please."
After saying that, Zhuo Bufan took out a Ningshen incense and inserted it in the familiar position. Seeing the sun rising above his head, he slowly closed his eyes and exhaled slowly.
"call……"
"It was said on the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month that the cultivation method of the Amaterasu Sutra is to have firm thoughts so that the ghost soul is not afraid of the sun. From the sun, catch a ray of pure Yang."
Recalling what he once said to himself on the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, Zhang Fan thought to himself.
"The soul is out of body!"
Immediately afterwards, Zhuo Bufan's spirit slowly floated out of his body. Then he sat cross-legged on top of his head.
The moment his spirit came out of his body, a sharp pain entered his soul.
It was like falling into a frying pan and being fried in a sea of fire. The hot energy was eating away at the body and soul.
However, this time, Zhuo Bufan didn't even hum. He gritted his teeth and let his soul endure the scorching sun.
The firm thought prevented him from just giving up like last time.
Last time, it was too painful. Zhuo Bufan only had one thought in his mind, and that was to end the pain as soon as possible.
It was precisely because of that thought that he failed to enter Yang.
It was said on the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month that the so-called pure Yang is not just the pure Yang at noon. Only with firm thoughts can we achieve true pure yang.
As Zhuo Bufan's thoughts became more and more determined, profuse sweat began to fall from his forehead.
After a while, he slowly opened his mouth and exhaled a breath from his mouth. The breath was full of hot energy and distorted his face.
Soon, Zhuo Bufan, relying on his firm willpower, had made his soul begin to adapt to the painful burning feeling.
However, the pain was everywhere, and the feeling was like putting his palm in a red-hot iron pot and roasting it.
It can only be said that Zhuo Bufan's adaptation was because he was numb and no longer had that perception.
When the soul gradually adapted to the scorching of the light, it could take the most critical step - Binding Yang!
"Bind Yang!"
Suddenly, the black soul sitting on Zhuo Bufan's head raised his hands to the sky, and a golden light fell from the round sun and poured into the top of the soul's head.
That was the pure yang at three o'clock in the afternoon.
At the moment when the golden light was like a soul, the pain was a hundred times and a thousand times worse than before.
"Ahhh..."
Zhuo Bufan let out a series of low roars, which made people shudder.
But in the midst of the pain, it was clear that Zhuo Bufan's soul began to show blurred facial features and skin, no longer in the dark as before.
"No, there is not enough time."
Just as Zhuo Bufan was trying to restrain Yang, he suddenly saw that the incense stick on the ground had burned out.
The pure Yang golden light above his head disappeared instantly. The blurred facial features that had already emerged also dissipated, and finally turned black again.
"Damn, the time to restrain Yang is too slow, just a little bit, just a little bit of success."
When the soul returned to its place, Zhuo Bufan punched the ground fiercely, looking extremely regretful and frustrated.
A quarter of an hour is fifteen minutes.
If he can't restrain Yang successfully within fifteen minutes, then everything can only start all over again.
Although Zhuo Bufan tried very hard, was very determined, and was very strong to endure the pain of the sun burning soul, he still failed.
Zhuo Bufan hung his head, and Xiaomei, who was beside him, didn't know what to say after seeing it.
In her opinion, Zhuo Bufan had been working very hard. She could see the pain that Zhuo Bufan had just endured, which was definitely not the pain that ordinary people could endure.
"No, I must enter the Yang, must reach the third level of the soul, and must comprehend the spell before the old thief."
I thought Zhuo Bufan would be depressed, but he soon cheered up again.
"Then let's continue tomorrow. Don't you only have a quarter of an hour every day?" Xiaomei said on the side.
After hearing this, Zhuo Bufan shook his head and said, "Tomorrow, tomorrow can't wait."
Zhuo Bufan knew very well what kind of weather tomorrow would be. He could only succeed in entering the Yang today, only today.
"But you have no chance." Xiaomei said.
"Chance?" Zhuo Bufan lowered his head, gritted his teeth, and a look of determination flashed in his eyes.
Then, he stretched out his hand and summoned the Qianxie Sword from the ring. Then he held the hilt tightly with both hands and looked at the sharp blade.
Zhuo Bufan held the sword horizontally and leaned it against his neck.
"Opportunities are bought with lives."
Poof!
As soon as Zhuo Bufan finished speaking, the sword in his hand cut his throat! Xiaomei didn't even have time to react, she only saw the blood from Zhuo Bufan's throat gushing out, splashing a bloody streak in the air!
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