Although the figure is small, it is carved very finely. With Xiao Mian's ability, it would be difficult for him to carve something rough.

Qin Yang looked intently and saw the first image, a figure sitting cross-legged in the void. Below it, countless people were worshiping.

Xiao Mian depicts everyone's clothes very carefully. The man in the sky is wearing silk clothes similar to Taoist robes, and below, there are countless people wearing animal skins.

The gap between silk and animal skins is quite large, making people suspect that they are people from two different eras.

"Also, why is this volleyer's face blank? What is his identity?"

Qin Yang continued to look at the second picture next to him.

In the second picture, it is still the man wearing similar robes as a Taoist. He is sitting cross-legged on a lotus platform, with four little people below him, who seem to be preaching and imparting knowledge.

Then, in the third picture, there are four men and women with different temperaments. They have different body shapes and temperaments, but the same thing is that they exude a powerful aura.

It has to be said that Xiao Mian's characterization ability is very outstanding. Even the imaginary temperament and breath are expressed through graphics, so that Qin Yang can understand the general meaning.

The next four pictures describe the deeds of these four people. Each of them has made outstanding achievements. One of them holds a giant sword and has countless subjects under his seat; one of them preaches to the people, and his Taoism is like a long river.

Soaring into the sky, there is a woman sitting cross-legged on a lotus platform, with the appearance of thousands of heads and arms appearing behind her; the last person is carrying a long sword and a scroll, riding the wind and controlling the air, and is free in the world.

In these four pictures, the times seem to have made a huge leap. Everyone's clothes have become silk clothes, and clothes such as animal skins are no longer seen.

Moreover, when Qin Yang looked at the giant sword in the hands of the first man, he felt that it looked a little familiar.

"This is... Jiuyi Tianzun Sword?!"

Just as a flash of lightning flashed through his mind, Qin Yang suddenly remembered where this familiar feeling came from. Isn't this the Jiuyi Tianzun Sword that almost killed him?

Outside Jidu, Guo Chunyang's soul projection relied on the Jiuyi Tianzun Sword and almost killed Qin Yang. That moment of life and death has always been engraved in Qin Yang's heart, and the appearance of the Jiuyi Tianzun Sword has also stuck with him.

Engraved in my heart.

It is precisely because of this profound impression that Qin Yang can feel familiar even with just a glance, and then directly recognize that this giant sword is the Jiuyi Tianzun Sword.

"So, the person in the third picture holding the Jiuyi Tianzun Sword is the founder of the Xuanyuan Family, the ancient Holy Emperor?"

"There are three other people. Judging from their clothing and temperament, they seem to be related to Buddhism, Taoism, and Confucianism. Could these three people be the ancestors of the three religions in this world?"

"No, that's not right. The emergence of Confucianism has a history. The last person should not be the ancestor of Confucianism, but judging from his clothes, I'm afraid it has something to do with literati."

Qin Yang kept mumbling and continued to look at the seventh picture.

In the seventh picture, the faceless man is still getting along with the four people, but now, these four people have grown up and have established their own great achievements. They are no longer the inconspicuous villains in the second picture.

Look.

The four people all bowed down and saluted the faceless man. The faceless man stepped into the air with his hands behind his back and walked towards the air with his back to them.

In the eighth picture, calamity clouds fill the sky, countless lightnings turn into blurred figures, the faceless man is struck by thousands of thunders, and his blood is scattered across the sky.

In the ninth picture, countless precious lights are scattered across the world, and shadows loom in each of them, including weapons, books, and even the shadows of some mythical beasts.

But at the source of this precious light, there are still lingering calamity clouds and a vague figure.

That figure, Qin Yang estimated, was the faceless man, and these precious lights...

"It is probably the source of the anomaly in this world. Among these precious lights are the magical weapons, magical arts, and even magical beasts and other strange things from various works of my previous life. That faceless man

Changed the world."

Since awakening from his past life in Maple Grove, Qin Yang has seen countless familiar and unfamiliar things along the way, and various things that have only appeared in the works of his previous life have appeared in front of him.

He had also explored the origins of these things, but even the classics collected by the Mohists could not answer Qin Yang's doubts.

But he didn't expect that being led here by Xiao Mian today would actually answer the question that he had been having trouble letting go of for a long time.

"I remember Xiao Mian once said before..."

Qin Yang recalled his conversation with Xiao Mian that day and slowly repeated Xiao Mian's words: "Have you also been to that place?"

Xiao Mian has been to a place and learned some unknown secrets. These graphics may be what he saw in that place.

And he also said that Qin Yang's martial arts was different from all the martial arts in the world, and thought that Qin Yang might have been to that place, which should be one of the reasons why he led Qin Yang here.

As for other reasons...

Qin Yang's eyes fell on the tenth picture.

It's right above this picture.

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It was night, in the Forbidden Army camp, in Huang Gong's tent.

Huang Gong Huang Taiyue complained to a middle-aged Confucian scholar: "You are here, Mr. Yuan. I have received a lot of looks from Li Qingshan these years. If the imperial court was not in urgent need of foreign aid, I am afraid Li Qingshan would have kicked me out of the palace."

The battalion’s thoughts are all set.”

"When we first made the plan, you, Mr. Huang, were the first to ask for orders to come here. You said it was for the sake of the Confucian sect and you didn't want to give up a little face. But now you are here to complain to me." The middle-aged Confucian scholar Yuan Xian scolded with a smile.

Yuan Xian looks like he is only middle-aged, but in fact this is because he has good looks. In terms of age, he is no younger than Huang Taiyue, so he also speaks in an old-fashioned way.

"Don't mention it," Huang Taiyue said helplessly, "If it was really useful, it wouldn't matter if I gave up this face. But the Mo family thief secretly connected with Emperor Xuan, and is now highly trusted by Emperor Xuan. I have this old face.

, it’s not worth losing.”

If Emperor Xuan relied heavily on Confucianism, then Huang Taiyue's sacrifice was undoubtedly worth it. It was just a face, and he would give it up if he gave it up. But now the situation is that there is only sacrifice but no gain, and Huang Taiyue is also worried.

"There is no need to worry," Yuan Xian said very calmly, "From ancient times to the present, have you ever seen the Mohist school win in the dispute between Confucianism and Mohism? Even if they had the advantage at the beginning, in the end, the Mohist school was completely defeated.

even······"

Yuan Xian's voice was slightly lowered, "Thirteen years ago, the Mohist power swept the world. Didn't it end in failure? We just used a little trick to get the ministers from various countries to attack, and the emperors of various countries also directly ordered the ban on demons.
Chapter completed!