But as soon as he saw what was in his hand, he instantly regretted taking it.
He naturally recognized the tape, and that was why he regretted it.
The woman looked at the belt, then at his expression, and then smiled with relief.
"As expected, this thing is more compatible with the old gentleman. It's really useless to me. I'll leave this booklet and tape with you, sir, as a testimony to what we just said. Perhaps it won't be long before everything comes to light."
After she finished speaking, she stopped looking at him and turned to walk out of the stone chamber.
Another gust of autumn wind blew by, and the old man opened his eyes, suddenly stood up and walked into the stone chamber. Behind him, Qu Xingzi followed closely.
The mushroom soup pot had vanished from the low table inside the stone chamber, replaced by a jumble of ancient bamboo slips and a thick stack of rough-edged paper. Numerous runes and symbols were scribbled in curvy lines, covered in ink spots and traces of erasures.
On the messy table, several thin hemp ropes and half a blackened bone plate were vaguely visible. On the small bamboo board in front of the bone plate, which had been empty, there were already four lines of small words.
The general is ordered to leave the world of mortals, and the rusty sword is buried in the tomb.
The gods rest in the third heaven, and dream of the bone-shedding platform.
Qu Xingzi's face showed disbelief.
"Grandfather, could it be that... could it be that he has solved it?"
The old man's eyelids, which had not been closed for three days, kept twitching. He pressed his eyebrows and let out a trembling sigh.
"The theory of fate has no solution."
"It's clearly been solved, how could there be no solution?" Qu Xingzi's expression became even more confused. He moved closer to the four lines of words and pondered them carefully. "Sanmu Pass was called Hongchen in ancient times, which is opposite to Bijiang. The general must be referring to Tiancheng's army marching down to recapture Bijiang. The rusty sword in the tomb refers to the armor-removing sword in Miss Xiao's hand. Shedding bones means becoming an immortal. The place where cultivators ascend to immortality is the Buxu Valley in Wancheng, and this Divine Resting Three Heavens..."
Qu Xingzi couldn't continue.
The old man stretched out his fingers and gently picked up the thin hemp ropes, placing them on the bone fragments one by one.
"Burning bones and weaving brocade are ancient secret arts. Even one of these is rare, let alone the simultaneous occurrence of both. Since the founding of Tiancheng, no one, save the executioner in An Daoyuan, has likely witnessed even one or two instances. Over time, they have become myths, believing them to be things that simply do not exist. Prophecies, prophecies, can only bring enlightenment when they become reality. Before this, even a saint reborn would be clueless and at a loss for words."
Qu Xingzi pursed his lips and blurted out the words he hadn't been able to say just now.
"Is it really impossible to calculate, or have you figured it out but dare not say it?"
The old man picked up the piece of bone and threw it into the brazier beside him along with the fine linen on it.
"Long ago, the gods rose to power. People offered sacrifices to various gods to gain power, which was called 'blessing'. In exchange, the gods would leave a mark in their blood so that they could take over their bodies, which was called 'divination'."
The flames in the brazier quickly devoured the twine and began to gnaw at the charred bone plate. The bones creaked and cracked into embers as they burned, and it seemed as if an ancient soul was moaning and whispering in the flames.
"For unknown reasons, some people's bloodlines are born with the talent to accept gods and gain power. These people, who are closer to the so-called gods than ordinary people, became several major families and once restrained each other for hundreds of years. The former ruler of Nie Xuan was one of them."
The floating sparks reflected in Qu Xingzi's eyes, sparkling brightly.
"As a superior, even without the blessing of ghosts and gods, you still hold the power of life and death, so you should be cautious in your words and actions."
"While this is true, it's a pity that humans are divided into good and bad, and gods are divided into good and evil. If an evil god descends into the wilderness, it will only cause harm within a hundred miles. But if it is reborn below the Three Heavens, it can control the world and bring disaster to all people."
The last fragment of the bone plate also disappeared in the firelight. The old man stood up with his hands behind his back and looked at the skyline outside the stone chamber.
Since ancient times, there have only been nine heavens, and there has never been a three-fold heaven. But the number that was solved was three, not nine.
Beside Jingbo Tower, the triple palace walls stand silently in the morning light, unmoved by the changes of seasons and dynasties.
Qu Xingzi looked at the old man's back, and a hint of worry appeared in his usually bright eyes.
"Miss Xiao...after all, she's just one person. Can she really change this?"
The old man picked up the half-cold tea and drank it all in one gulp.
"Throughout history, heroes have pursued profit, while only the solitary and extraordinary have saved the world. Moreover, she possesses a greater heart of courage than either of us, isn't she?"
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On the long and straight plain road, there was only one man and one horse heading southwest.
The bleak autumn wind blows towards us, carrying dust and smoke all the way.
Jixiang has gained a lot of weight, and when he runs, you can see his belly swaying from side to side through the saddle.
The Black Feather Camp's fodder was certainly of good quality, and this cunning horse was prone to throwing tantrums and throwing tantrums. The soldiers who served it must have suffered greatly, having to provide it with nothing but good food and drink. Furthermore, without her as its master to whip it, the beast lived a life of luxury in the stables, until its belly was covered in fat, and a warhorse had begun to resemble a meat animal.
Xiao Nanhui gave a low shout, and Jixiang quickened his pace, finally regaining some of the look he had when he went to the battlefield.
In the distance, a huge sun rose from the horizon, and the boundary between day and night was slowly moving across the earth, approaching the silent western border in front of her.
Quecheng was left far behind her, and she never looked back once.
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