Chapter 340 My Heart is on Fire
hot.
It's so hot.
What is going on inside this scorching hot flint?
Ning Mingmei, who was burned by the ground and started to practice isolation skills: ...
"That's impossible. Could it be that because I just created a dead loop, the flint overheated and crashed during operation?" Ning Mingmei said, looking around.
It would be nice if Qi Miancheng was here.
In the endless wilderness of time, Ning Mingmei once again thought of Qi Miancheng. Although this is not a time wilderness, the reason he thought of Qi Miancheng was only because he once claimed that he had all-system spiritual roots, which means that he can also blow cold wind.
Without water cooling, Ning Mingmei had a hard time inside the frozen Flint without heat dissipation. Sweat soon spread all over his back. Perhaps this was the fire among fires, the best fire in the world. Even if he practiced his skills, Ning Mingmei could hardly resist its heat.
If he delayed any further, not only would the illegal workers outside be beaten down, but he himself would also be burned to death in the flint. Therefore, it is wise to sign a contract with Flint as quickly as possible.
But standing in front of the drifting white smoke, Ning Mingmei remained silent.
No words were needed, Ning Mingmei understood the moment he saw it that it was the core of the fire within the fire.
Countless users have used it for burning. At first, it was just a small stone, taken away by a hunter in the mountains and picked up by a woman washing clothes. They made a wish to the stone and got what they wanted at the cost of burning their own life or the lives of others. The stone passes from host to host, from one person's hand to another, as the host dies.
In the end, until it fell into the hands of the Human Emperor, it was still only the size of a pebble.
The contract made by the Human Emperor made it powerful. An inconspicuous piece of flint burned human lives and the souls of generations, and eventually became this size. The remaining wisps of white smoke at this moment are the price of the dynasty.
Ning Mingmei had never thought that there would be any remnants of souls or human lives inside the flint. But in fact, he really found that there was nothing in the flint.
Nothing. Those lives that were consumed as a price eventually became dust of the dynasty.
Just like the soul-binding lamp placed in the secret room of Qingji Sect, used to summon Weng Xingyun. Thousands of years passed and nothing happened.
'What are you going to use for fuel? '
'What are you going to do with the power of fire? '
'What are you going to use as the...fire source? '
Time passed by minute by minute, Ning Mingmei simply sat down and looked at the endless black sky.
"Do I want Piao Miao Peak to last forever? Do I want the Fire Stone to never fall into anyone else's hands? From now on, the Fire Stone will only serve Piao Miao Peak. However, a person's life is only tens of millions of years. After I leave, the Fire Stone will be used by others. I can't take away the assets of the entire Piao Miao Peak. When I think about it, my legacy will be used by others and contribute to others. Just thinking about this makes my scalp numb, and I feel like I have lost tens of millions!"
"Should I lend a helping hand to some people? But Shi Zeqian and Lao Shisan, these two people took advantage of me and changed in the end. Instead of working honestly for me, they became salary thieves."
"How can I get a perfect wish? One that can be used for my benefit in the future, can bring me the greatest benefit and help, can..."
"Should I burn for myself? But even so..."
'Yes, you have that ability. '
At that moment, Ning Mingmei seemed to hear the sound of flint.
'You are the first person I have ever met who has such abilities. What you can influence is not limited to a village, a city, or a human world. To be honest, I don't understand why you have such potential. So please tell me what you really want. '
'You can make the covered history penetrate the clouds and mist, you can make yourself obtain the supreme wealth, you can trample all the people in the world under your feet from now on. Tell me, what is your wish? '
What is it?
"I……"
We are clearly in the world of immortal cultivation, clearly not in the real world, and clearly the power of fire within fire cannot travel through time and space. But what Ning Mingmei thought of at that moment was actually himself in the present world.
In an orphanage with so many people coming and going, what is the wish of a five-year-old child?
Amid the fragrance of golden osmanthus in the community, what is the wish of the 15-year-old boy who studies hard?
In the cicadas of the school computer room, in the laboratory, on the days and nights of riding a bicycle to school, in the cold nights of a foreign country, holding a mobile phone, watching the other people in the circle of friends in a flourishing and lively manner, watching those academic Juliens, using political tactics that do not match their own efforts and intelligence to please others and change their minds...
It turns out that intelligence is really not the most important factor on the road to success. It can bring you college entrance examination scores, but it cannot bring you an admission letter from a prestigious foreign university; it can bring you perfect papers and reports, but it cannot bring you a tiny lead type on your work.
Whether in the real world or in the world of immortal cultivation, there are always people who use the name of righteousness to do evil things.
“I have no ideals, but I always see my ideals being betrayed.”
'You're just too angry. '
He heard Lian Chengyue say to him.
'We believe you. '
He heard Gui Ruoxue say to him.
'Ning Mingmei, I blocked the thunder for you because I knew that one day, you would block the thunder for the people of the world. '
He heard Baimian say.
'Thank you, Master, for your great kindness and virtue. '
He heard Wen Siheng say to himself.
'Ning Mingmei, go do what you want to do. '
'Junior Brother Ning, let's have dinner and drinks together when you come back. '
'Ning Mingmei, you will become a very remarkable person. '
'Mom, I'm going to get into a good university and make a lot of money. By then, the money for this pair of glasses will be just a small amount of money. '
'It is easy to balance academic work and real life. I don't believe I can't do it. '
With the final, old voice.
"Ning Mingmei is the most outstanding student I have ever seen..."
"He will definitely become a groundbreaking and outstanding scholar, lighting up the future of the academic field."
Where there is light, there shouldn’t just be lighthouses high up.
And among the stars, the fireworks are in the world.
Everywhere should be lit up.
Ning Mingmei stated his contract at that moment.
"All people with anger and ideals are poor scholars. Each of their grievances, anger and obsessions are enough to use darkness as fuel, and the burning power will become their own strength and wisdom. Everyone can learn. Where there is a will, there is a way. Enlighten the people and benefit all living beings. The grievances of people burn away all the darkness in the world. This is the fuel and flame that I, Yu Yanyuwei, have chosen."
'Who do you intend to use as the fire bearer? '
If you want this flame to last forever, to never be extinguished, and to never be used by others again...
"The anger in the hearts of idealists around the world," said Ning Mingmei.
On Xinghuo Island, there is Weng Xingyun.
In the present world, there are old professors.
Among the Li ethnic group, there is Wuyu.
In the Qingji Sect, there is Bai Ruoru.
Even in the most filthy and corrupt Heavenly Monitoring Office, there is still hope. He was once proud and complacent, and he once accidentally killed Tang Wan's mother just to show off his knowledge. But even so, he finally made his choice.
"Bloodlines will become extinct, Piaomiao Peak will also be disbanded one day, life will end, and everything will cease to exist. But there is one thing that will appear in any era, in any organization, and in the material of any race."
"That's the rage of idealism, because where there are ideals, there will be obstacles." Ning Mingmei said, "This is the only thing I can think of that can make you burn forever."
…
After a long silence, Smoke responded to him: "You have this ability..."
The next moment it said: "The successors of the Firebearers you choose also have this ability."
“…”
'But I see a lot of possibilities. If everyone could have such knowledge, everyone would have the power to conduct open research. In time, it will be difficult for Piaomiao Peak to remain at the top of the world. Because even if you use all your intelligence, there is a limit to your ability. One day, there will be a mountain higher than the other; one day, there will be other people, other geniuses who surpass you. '
'Moreover, the greed and desires of the human heart cannot be eliminated. If you don't establish your supreme position, there will always be people trying to slander and overthrow you. Just like those supreme elders you faced. You can't stop them. Maybe one day, they will wake up, but their position will always be contrary to yours. If the Piaomiao Peak, where you have truly poured all your efforts, deteriorates, it will also be shaken by the wind and rain because of your wishes. You will lose everything. '
'Do you still want to choose this wish? '
Faced with this question, Ning Mingmei smiled.
This is like handing over the power in one's hands and the fishing rod that one invented to everyone... Ning Mingmei pushed his glasses and said, "So what?"
"Humans built the Tower of Babel in an attempt to reach heaven through the top of the Tower of Babel. So God created different languages to make it impossible for humans to communicate, and the Tower of Babel collapsed. But humans have never given up the dream of building the Tower of Babel... or rather, arrogance. But there has never been a God who can dominate the world, and humans have never needed an actual, insurmountable tower to climb to heights."
“We have seen that outside the Earth is the atmosphere, and outside the atmosphere is the vast universe. Humans have torn down the Tower of Babel because science has used its more powerful power to bring people to the boundaries of cognition, and language is no longer the only way for humans to understand each other.”
"There is only one thing that can make human beings understand each other, even if they don't know the past or the future, it will always exist from generation to generation."
“If one day I am overthrown, it will only be because I have stopped learning and have become an outdated tower.”
Even though, that was the golden tower that I built with a lifetime of worldly sophistication and pain.
A black stone appeared in front of Ning Mingmei. The contract was established, and Ning Mingmei placed his palm close to the flint.
Flint asked him, "What do you plan to use as the source of fire for the contract?"
"Use my heart." Ning Mingmei said, "My heart is like fire."
The huge rock behind him made a "crackling, crackling" sound. Yunyan and others looked back in horror. Even the black workers with bloody heads looked in the direction of the flint.
"…Done?"
"It should be done."
"Why do I feel like I've become a little stronger..." Jiang Xi said in disbelief, looking at the palm of his hand.
The stone was still growing larger at a rapid speed. Soon, it crushed the top of the tower, and everyone fell down with it. The wailing of people who were hit came from the broken rubble. Su Jue grabbed two seriously injured teammates and landed steadily.
He looked up and finally saw the legendary colorful fire within fire.
The originally pitch-black stone turned transparent, with various flames floating in it. A small door gradually appeared above the flames.
Ning Mingmei, sweating profusely, walked out of the small door.
He was covered in sweat, but he looked straight ahead, walking without stopping, holding a long sword in his hand. Yunyan narrowed her eyes at him and said, "It seems like you got lucky and became the new contractor."
"Wait a moment, I have a call." Ning Mingmei said, picking up the jade pendant around his waist.
There was no signal in the fire just now, but now Ning Mingmei's phone is ringing non-stop. Wen Siheng's voice came from the phone: "Master! It's done! The mine exploded! Jiang Duo is dead!"
"Thanks to the efforts of hundreds of gold spiritual root monks, a successful explosion occurred in the uranium mine! Jiang Duo is finally dead!"
"In the end, we didn't use Hunlun as a weapon, but used the power of technology!"
In the temporary camp, Duan Ying dragged the seriously injured Gui Ruoxue and brought him back. On the other side, a computing talisman practitioner who was the ultimate hero was wearing the same glasses as Ning Mingmei. She declined her colleagues' praise, walked up the hillside alone, and looked at the vast white smoke in the distance.
She stared there until her glasses were sore. Finally, she took off her glasses and began to wipe them with the corner of her clothes.
"Jiang Duo, maybe you don't remember me at all. No, you definitely don't remember me. Three hundred years ago, you and your men passed by a mortal village. It wasn't even passing by, you were still dozens of miles away from there. Your men made you angry, and you planned to kill a chicken to scare the monkeys. Just for this reason, you killed him with magic flames. But the magic flames you sprayed turned a village into dust. My mother, father, brother, and sister all died in that unextinguished fire. It was raining at the time, and it rained for three days, but it was useless. Because the magic flames cannot be extinguished by rain from the human world."
"And I survived because I went up the mountain to pick mushrooms. After that, I studied, entered Yinbing Pavilion, and became a leader among my peers, all for this day. You can't possibly know, right? You don't even know that many years ago, you took away one of my worlds. Even I don't know that it was not Ning Xianzun or the Pavilion Master who killed you in the end, but our group of people. When I was calculating formulas page by page, I didn't expect that the person who would make the final stroke would be me."
"Jiang Duo, I will not feel guilty for the death of you and your men. Because you never remembered us. Now that you are dead, it is time for me to start the next chapter of my life."
On the other side, many monks of the Zijin Army were rejoicing, hugging each other, and shedding tears. The nightmare that had hung over their heads for hundreds of years seemed to be coming to an end.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the capital, Old Twenty-Four said to Old Thirteen, "Brother Thirteen, you don't have to save me. You can run away on your own!"
He tightly protected the frightened Eighteenth Prince behind him. Old Thirteen, covered in blood, led those who were willing to betray with him to fight against the Crescent Moon Sect. In the interval between battles, he turned back and roared: "I don't want to achieve success and fame, but also to be scolded by others!"
"Damn it, let's get him this time!"
A tear appeared in Old Twenty-Four's eyes. At this time, he saw that the Black Mountain in the distance seemed to have exploded. There was a white figure hanging in the air, like a bright moon, burning the black matter inside.
And another group of people appeared on the Black Mountain. Other reinforcements from the immortal world have arrived.
Old Twenty-Four was slightly surprised, and suddenly he saw a barrier seeming to descend above the imperial palace in the distance. Someone locked the entire Tianjiansi in a barrier. What lowered the barrier seemed to be a white figure.
Before that figure lowered the barrier, another shadow rushed in.
…
Ning Mingmei hung up the phone. He took something out of his arms and said to Yunyan, "It's all thanks to the Fire in Fire that my cultivation has improved. Just now it burned something out of my body - a lotus seed. You are Weng Xingyun's sword spirit, you should have seen something like this, right?"
Yunyan stared at Ning Mingmei's palm. A lotus seed is lying here quietly.
Ning Mingmei threw the lotus seeds up and then put them back into the brocade bag. He said, "Do you want to know what wish Weng Xingyun made before he died?"
"you--!!"
"Yunyan, I'll tell you the truth. You are not worthy of being Weng Xingyun's sword spirit." Ning Mingmei said, "If you really loved her, you wouldn't have done such a thing in her name. She left you in the secret realm because she thought that sword spirits were also living beings and should not die with her. She wanted to protect you so that you could live a free life. Unfortunately, she didn't know that there were evil things hidden in the secret realm. Perhaps, in those hundreds of years, you have already been contaminated by the black sea in the secret realm."
Yunyan's face turned pale with horror: "What do you think you know?"
"I know more than you do." Ning Mingmei said, "Also, don't use Jiang Heng's body to look at me here. Jiang Heng! Although you are dead, do you really want your body to be someone else's puppet? Haven't you been pursuing a life without being a puppet all your life?"
"Jiang Heng!"
Yunyan no longer listened. She was already controlling two swords and attacking. The illegal workers who crawled out of the ruins also fought with the Crescent Moon Sect members, and Su Jue and others were among those who had not yet finished the battle.
Mu Hanshan also raised his sword again and pointed it at Chang Feichang.
There was no moon that night. Chang Feichang was wearing white clothes and standing under the moon. Except for his white hair, he looked the same as before. Someone recognized Chang Feichang and screamed, "It's you! Master Chang Feng! Wake up! Turn back."
The person who spoke was a cultivator from the Qingji Sect. Mu Hanshan thought that Chang Feichang was now controlled by his inner demons. He could hear nothing and knew nothing.
As long as Chang Feichang is brought back to Piaomiao Peak, there will definitely be a way to cure him. Even if he broke his legs and knocked him unconscious... Mu Hanshan didn't expect that the inner demon would actually speak.
He looked at the man calmly and said, "I don't know what it means to turn back."
After saying that, he threw a dagger and nailed the man to a piece of rubble.
Chang Feichang looked at Mu Hanshan again and said, "Are you my disciple? I seem to have seen you in my memory."
Often it cannot be forcibly stripped away, it can only be digested and let go by the person himself... Mu Hanshan said: "Yes, after everything is over, we will go back together. Go back to Qiansheng Peak, plant bamboo, raise pandas, and practice swords. Or, we will go back to the mountains. The mountains are very nice, with morning sun and evening shade, and a variety of weather. We can live a life at peace with the world."
"Really? Is it that good?" Chang seemed thoughtful.
"Yes, Master, we will slowly dispel your inner demons, and then..."
"You seem to think that I'm just a demon in my heart." Chang looked at him with his head tilted. "Do you think I've never had hatred or anger?"
“…”
"But who should I hate? I don't seem to care. I seem to have hated many people, had some past, had some ideals, but that is like a flower falling into the water, floating away with the water, a very distant thing. I have also thought about starting over, but my life is a lie piled on another lie, and it seems that there is no need to start over in such a life." Chang Feichang said, "He said to abandon darkness and join light, what is black? What is white? I can't see clearly. Can you see clearly?"
“…”
"My soul told me that I should help you, but I really don't understand." Chang Feichang looked at the palm of his hand, "Haven't you also deceived me many times? It's like a cloud of smoke."
As he spoke, he casually used his sword to push away a disciple who rushed towards him, and continued walking forward. Mu Hanshan suddenly realized that perhaps it was because of the effect of the fire within the fire that Chang Feichang, who had been silent just now and was like a fighting machine, suddenly had a lot to say.
After seeing Ning Mingmei and Yunyan, Chang Feichang stopped suddenly. He looked at Ning Mingmei and said, "I remember now. He is Ning Mingmei. He is not my brother..."
Mu Hanshan rushed towards Chang Feichang.
Chang was a little surprised, and he swung his sword to push the opponent away. But Mu Hanshan did not dodge or evade, allowing the sword to cut his body. Chang Feichang was also frightened by this moth-to-flame behavior. He looked at Mu Hanshan, thoughtfully, as if he wanted to know what close combat equipment he had.
Finally, Mu Hanshan arrived beside him and raised it high...
A jar of green plums.
"Master..." he whispered, "This is the childhood sweetheart you loved the year you left. I have kept it. I have never lied to you. I hated you, but I still love you. I have liked you since the first time I saw you. I have never lied to you."
“…”
Chang Feichang squatted down, his inner demon was still burning his eyes, making them blood red. He looked at Mu Hanshan, who was lying on the ground and had difficulty moving. There was actually a hint of curiosity on his twisted face, as if he was wondering why this man was so strange.
Finally, he asked him, "When did I leave?"
Mu Hanshan gave a precise date.
The young man picked up a green plum from the jar and put it to his nose and smelled it.
"It's moldy." Mu Hanshan heard Chang Feichang's voice, "It matches the date. You shouldn't have lied to me."
“…”
Su Jue, who was nearby and wanted to help, glanced over here, then turned around feeling tired and continued to fight the knight. He felt that Mu Hanshan should be able to control the dark side for quite some time.
Let’s defeat the big boss in front of us first... At this moment, the battle between Ning Mingmei and Yun Yan has reached a life-and-death moment.
The two men's swords were pointed at each other's vital points, shooting at each other at high speed and without bias. At the moment their eyes met, Ning Mingmei suddenly shouted, "Auntie!!"
"Mother!!"
Yunyan's wrist twisted at that moment. While she was stunned, Ning Mingmei stabbed her vitals with his sword.
The winner has been decided.
Yunyan fell down suddenly. She tilted her head back and looked at the sky twitchingly. Ning Mingmei covered his wound and walked towards her step by step, intending to finish her off.
"She won't hate me...I want her...to come back..."
At the end of her life, Ning Mingmei heard her say.
"This is not an excuse for you to hurt her." Ning Mingmei said, "But Spark Island will be back."
At this moment, Yunyan looked at Ning Mingmei, and a black soul had already shot out of his body!
"bump!"
Before the black soul shot into Ning Mingmei's body, a wooden fish appeared between Ning Mingmei and Yunyan and took the black soul in. Ning Mingmei turned around and looked at the person who came in surprise.
It turned out to be the Buddhist disciple Chang Qing.
Now, all the uncles and aunts are gathered together... Chang Qing looked at Ning Mingmei and said calmly: "Fortunately, I am not late."
After saying this, he walked step by step towards Yunyan's body - or rather Jiangheng's body. After watching in silence for a long time, he whispered, "It's not her."
Ning Mingmei: "Dad, please help me see if my aunt can be saved, if there is any residual soul, and revive her."
The Buddhist shook his head.
He sat cross-legged and chanted words of salvation for her. Ning Mingmei also walked over at this moment, covering his wound. At this moment, he saw the Holy Maiden of the Crescent Moon Cult through the gap. The veil on the girl's face has fallen off. At this moment she was obviously frightened, looking at him tremblingly and shouting for help.
Ning Mingmei reached out to her: "You..."
At this moment, a white light flashed, and the girl's head turned into powder.
The white light left her without leaving even a drop of blood. Ning Mingmei looked at his palm and only received a little powder.
"It's just a fake. It's not worthy of her face to exist in the world."
A body was thrown heavily next to Ning Mingmei, with an expression of pain. That turned out to be a copy of Mingqi. So Ning Mingmei looked up and saw the person coming.
White clothes, black hair, slender eyes, and a cold and compassionate expression.
She was dressed as a woman...
Inaction.
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