Lord of the Tricks

Chapter 416 Small water drops, grow into (5k)
Experiment after experiment, starting with small changes that do not affect the overall situation from various angles, has no effect.

The ancient god did not give up, and was still trying, because this node was the most critical within the scope of what he could capture.

There are indeed further key nodes, but those key stages have been completely determined and fixed, and belong to the category of irreversible trends.

This key node, at least seems to be the easiest to affect and tamper with.

Because in the key nodes, all are mortals.

He just needs to keep trying to cause a slight change, and then wait to see the result.

Unfortunately, the result is the same every time.

After enough times and enough attempts, he did confirm that the key person was Yu Ziqing.

Yu Ziqing, who has long been famous outside.

He couldn't understand why Yu Ziqing seemed to be dead, why he was still alive now, even if he appeared as a dead person, he could understand that the former human race often did this kind of thing.

He wants to change this outcome.

It doesn't matter if Yu Ziqing was killed, eaten, or even fell to death, choked to death and died of thirst, no matter what, as long as it changed.

However, no matter what the influence, Yu Ziqing's eyes were empty in the end, without any abnormalities, and he starved to death silently.

At this point, this key node is over.

He has tried tens of thousands of times against the old emperor, but he has made hundreds of thousands of attempts against the node of the wasteland.

The closest time was a guy who couldn't hold on anymore and his consciousness was crazy. When he was about to bite Yu Ziqing's throat, this guy was too weak, so weak that he couldn't climb three feet away with his last breath. the point.

This guy is only three feet away from Yu Ziqing.

It's so close, it's obvious that they are all mortals, mortals who are about to starve to death, they are just a little bit short, and they may make a little change.

They are all dead, from starvation to having their throats bitten, blood pouring into their lungs, and drowning in their own blood.

If successful, everything may change.

But it never succeeded. He guided the cannibals to come, leading from a small node further away, but in the end they were all a little bit worse.

It was just a little bit short, and he tried hundreds of thousands of times.

From the initial failure to find the key person, to finding the key person, to tens of miles, several miles, two hills, and then three feet.

Getting closer and closer, the distance between them is getting smaller and smaller.

It's just that the little distance that can be ignored is like a natural moat that cannot be crossed.

It happened to be able to be seen by him, within reach, so that he could not give up.

This is not like the old Qianhuang, who is completely blocked, and he will give up completely if he can't even see a little possibility.

He tried the wasteland node and never stopped.

At the same time, he tried the initial node of the big island of the South China Sea to transform the spirit.

In the end, there was some success, but it was only the follow-up promotion of the Spirit Transformation Formation.

Judging from the results only, it is true that the Hualing Formation was born, but the follow-up impact has not kept up. As long as the construction of the super-large Hualing Formation does not appear, then the result will be the impact of the birth of the Hualing Formation. landing.

The energy of the ancient gods is all on the changes that are close at hand and within easy reach.

He didn't pay so much attention to the countless small changes in the past.

In an undetectable little corner where He made changes, little undetectable small pictures flashed slightly.

Under the influence of an unknown force, the tiny little waves stirred up by the ancient gods underwent slight, undetectable changes.

It's like when the small waves fall, the small water droplets splashed, and when one drop falls, the direction is slightly deflected.

In that drop of water, a snowflake emerged, and a picture emerged in this drop of water.

It was a winter night, and the falling snowflakes rolled and fluttered and fell in the windless night. Those snowflakes seemed to be telling and hiding something, and no one knew.

In a big house in the city, there was still a lively scene.

In the main hall, there is a big longevity character, an old man with white beard and hair, and age spots on his face, is leading his descendants to pay homage to an unnamed tablet, with three jade slips placed in front of the tablet.

"Back then, I got a jade slip left by a senior by accident, and these three were the key to our family's fortune.

It's a pity that I was in a panic back then, and when I went back afterwards, it rained for several days, and there was a rare flood and mudslide on the mountain, and I couldn't find where the grave of the senior was anymore.

My Jia family must always remember that when things happen, you must be calm, don't panic, and never forget your kindness.

If you forget this book, there will be no our family today. "

The old man burned incense sticks to pay respects, and still regretted that he did not find the remains of the senior and reburied him.

Routine worship, the juniors below, but not many people care about this, they just treat it as a routine scene, and act it out for the guests.

The birthday banquet was lively and lively, and when the birthday banquet was over and the guests were almost gone, the cry of a baby came.

The old man turned his head and looked sideways. He no longer knew which generation was holding the child, which made the old man a little dazed.

He waved to the young man who was holding the child, and the young man hugged the child nervously.

"Meet Grandpa Tianzu."

The old man looked at the chubby child and fell in love with it. Hearing the address, he also remembered whose child this young man was. The last time he saw him, he seemed to be ten years old. Now he has children.

The old man stretched out his hand, took the child, and asked a casual question.

"Has the child been named?"

"My grandfather gave it to him, and his name is Yuan Jun."

When the old man heard this name, he had a vague sense of familiarity, and some memories that had been precipitated for a long time lifted a corner.

The old man raised his head and saw the blank tablet. Under the unforgettable memory, a little bit of forgotten details gradually became clear.

"what do you say that is?"

"Yuanjun, far away, handsome handsome."

"Oh, that's pretty good..." The old man was inexplicably relieved, luckily it wasn't Yuan Jun.

After chatting for a few more words, the old man returned the child to his grandson, waited until late at night, and went back to his study, recalling the things he had regretted, some fragments of vague memory fragments recalled in his mind.

He remembered that he saw a rotten and broken book at that time, and it seemed to record something on it. It recorded a person named Yuan Jun. He had never heard of this name. Maybe this was the owner of the tomb, or he was related to that person. The owner has something to do with it.

The heavy snow in the winter night was getting heavier and heavier. When the next morning, the old man got up early, and asked the family members, including the younger generation of the family, to have breakfast together.

During an ordinary breakfast, the old man casually talked about the bits and pieces that he remembered.

"My life is coming to an end, and there is only one wish that has not been fulfilled. If you have the heart, you can help find the tomb of that senior, or where the remains are, and bury him again. In front of his tomb, speak for me. A word of thanks."

After breakfast, the old man returned to the study, wanting to record something, he closed his eyes, leaned on the chair and thought, and never opened them again.

The number of life spans is exhausted, and he dies without a disease.

There is no record of him left.

Even his children and grandchildren, no one cared about the things the old man said before he died, or they were too young. After listening to it, they went in and out of the left ear and didn't remember it at all.

This wave fell, no one remembers it anymore, and there is no record.

Under the tampering of the ancient gods, the line where Yuanjun's name might appear was broken at this point.

In the long years since then, there has been a blank space, without any follow-up.

But thousands of years later, the grandson of the old man who had breakfast with him back then, a kid who was only two years old at the time, went through a long and difficult road of cultivation, and finally achieved the moment when he became the Yang God.

He retrieved the memories that had been forgotten thousands of years ago, before he was three years old. From the time he was born, the memories of his entire life have been retrieved.

Including, the morning when I was two years old, what I heard while having breakfast.

He remembered that there was a name called Yuanjun.

Unfortunately, the current him had heard of Shijun and Wenjun a few years ago.

Excavated from the ancient years, in the even older era when the tenth step road was not broken, there were two peak powerhouses of the human race.

At this moment, the prototype of a new node appeared.

From that unknown perspective, countless small waves are tumbling, and under the countless inconspicuous beginnings influenced by the ancient god, there seems to be something. A little impact.

It's just that the endless waves fell, and there was still no change, and it was still the same as the ancient god expected.

Only when there is an extremely small probability, there will be a little bit of undetectable, small splashes of water, and there will be some unexpected changes.

Among these small drops of water, only a handful will slowly transform into a prototype of a node.

Of course the ancient god didn't notice, or even noticed, and didn't have the extra energy to take care of it.

He almost collided with two plants of fairy grass in the arena just now, and finally captured the most critical node, so there is no time to deal with a new small node that just popped up among the countless small nodes.

……

Daqian Langya Courtyard, a Yangshen Realm cultivator with a few white hairs on his temples, passed verification and entered it.

Daqian monks and advanced monks are eligible to enter the Langya Library to borrow classics for at least three days.

The number of cultivators is rare, and there will be seven days.

If you are a casual cultivator, you are willing to accept Langya Court's offer, and you can actually join Langya Court directly.

It's a pity that it's rare for a person who can cultivate a god without a background to become a Yang god by himself.

And this kind of casual cultivator with no background, who can cultivate to the primordial spirit state, can count on his fingers 3000 years ago.

The great monk entered the Langya Courtyard, and followed the normal procedure to consult the classics in the Langya Library.

Unsurprisingly, his eyes were dazzled, there were too many classics he wanted to borrow, and too many things that were helpful to him, he couldn't read them all.

After the seven days were up, he accepted the solicitation of a courtyard head and entered Langya Courtyard.

His family when he was young has long since declined and dissipated, and he has no children. He is alone, and when he enters Langya Courtyard, he can hold a letter talisman given by a courtyard head, and he can enter Langya Library to consult most of the classics.

He hunger and thirsty for nourishment, and used the sea-like knowledge in Langya Bookstore to fill in the gaps on his way of cultivation.

After everything settled down and his mentality stabilized, one day, when he was passing by, he saw the sacrificial oracle placed at the entrance of the Langya library again, and he thought of the word Yuanjun.

He went to read the classics by himself, and his progress was already very slow. He needed someone to guide him and needed more resources. He thought of some things that Langya Court did when Wen Jun's sacrificial text appeared.

He was thinking, should he try to find something related to Yuanjun?
If he can find it, many of his troubles will be easily solved.

He shook his head amusedly, how long has Langya Bookstore existed?

Is it his turn to check it out here?
A few days ago, I heard from a student that the sorting was only completed in the Langya Library, and the number of classics has almost been counted, which is an extremely huge number.

Just like this, there used to be a head of the hospital who had read all the classics in the entire Langya library.

The big monk didn't waste time, betting on the illusory things, he was as usual, very solid, and studied hard.

With the background of Yangshen Realm, he learned things very quickly, and even started to attend lectures with some students.

Langya Academy does not stop this kind of rubbish behavior, at most it only reminds them to do what they can.

A few days later, the director who recruited him told him that he had a chance.

The big island in the South China Sea is in need of manpower now, and there are several heads of the academy who are recruiting people. The minimum requirement is the Yangshen Realm, and the knowledge requirements can be lowered, as long as they can have the level of students who have been enrolled in Langya Academy for 30 years.

The realm requirement is originally the lowest level eight, but inside Langya Yuan, there are really not so many reliable, and there are still eight level gods who are free and willing to go.

There are many outside, but the heads of the academy dare not recruit big monks from other forces to the big island.

Now that the requirements have been lowered, the seventh-order Yang God Realm is enough. This great cultivator was born as a casual cultivator and has no background, so he meets the requirements.

The head of the hospital who invited him in wanted to make a point, so he said it.

"The minimum requirements of each head are here, you can see for yourself which one you meet, and then see if you have any ideas in this regard.

I suggest you go, I can vouch for you, this is a rare opportunity.

You are hardworking enough, you can calm down to learn, and it is not easy for you to cultivate into a Yangshen.

Going further, I'm afraid it will be a little difficult.

I can tell you some news, if you go to the big island, you should not be short of cultivation resources.

The Hungry Ghost Company...is fucking generous. "

The last sentence moved the big monk's heart.

As a casual cultivator, he knows best how difficult it is for a casual cultivator to obtain resources.

The big monk held the list and asked sincerely.

"There is guidance from the head of the Labor Cheng Academy, which head is suitable for me..."

Cheng Yuanshou was silent for a while, and pointed to one of the names of the big monks who were so poor that they couldn't find a good magic weapon.

"The head of the farm, he is best at spiritual planting, and many kinds of elixir needed by cultivators are all from the hands of the head of the farm.

You went to follow him, although it may be a little dangerous, but there must be the latest and best elixir.

You'd better prepare in advance..."

The big monk bowed to thank him, and after signing up, he immediately began to prepare.

He learned about the life of the head of the farmyard, and then went to the Langya library to look up the classics of his professional counterparts. He didn't need to be too proficient, at least he had to know, and he couldn't ask three questions.

Especially for all kinds of spiritual plants, you have to write down in advance, which one is poisonous, and you can't tell how it will be poisoned, and it will be a bit wronged if you will die.

As the big monk consulted the classics, he went deeper and deeper.

The node he represented began to become more and more clear.

Three months later, the great cultivator was in an unoccupied corner of the Langya Library, when he was looking up some unpopular classics about geography in agriculture.

He found a rubbings of the stone stele. The writing was not the current writing, but from the early days of ancient times.

Fortunately, he just made up for the evolution of characters and runes a few months ago, and he can recognize these characters.

Then, on a page of the rubbings, among a bunch of missing characters, he saw the word Yuanjun.

At this moment, the prototype of the node was fully formed and turned into a node.

Because, this is the record of the Eight Classics.

The Ancient God can use countless small changes to erase too much information.

However, as long as there is one person in this world who remembers it, it is absolutely impossible for him to completely erase it. As if it had never appeared before, he can only hide it and forget it over a long period of time.

In fact, this can also bully the dead.

Just like the name of a tiger, no matter how clean it is erased, as long as the tiger steps into the present world, his name will be fiercely imprinted in this world again, and there is no need to record it at all.

People who have fallen, their names disappear, and things related to them will naturally disappear slowly. This is the most important thing, not just a symbolic meaning.

The great cultivator found the name of Lord Yuan, and he told the head of Cheng Yuan about this matter. After that, he didn't care about it anymore, because his review was over and he could go to the South China Sea.

……

More than a month later, Yu Ziqing received a message.

Langya Court found news about a gentleman of the Jun generation. It is said that he is called Yuanjun and has only one name.

Yu Ziqing didn't know why, with only one name, Langya Court started to build momentum?
This set is too skilled.

However, the moment Yu Ziqing got the news, the word Yuan Jun fell into his eyes.

After the node of the great monk, there are endless possibilities, emerging in a way that almost explodes.

The ancient god who was busy trying it was already too late when he noticed the mutation.

The endless possibilities are all unknown, and that node has been completely crucified, and there is no possibility of change.

A small drop of water splashed in a small wave finally burst out with terrifying power.

……

In a non-existent place that does not exist in this world, in the endless nothingness, an old man sits vacantly. In front of him, there is a chessboard. When he makes a move, there seems to be a torrent surging in his eyes.

"That one really doesn't give up and is still trying.

That's right, that guy couldn't capture what happened after the opening of the way.

It depends on when that person can figure it out, just like he can't catch me.

The young man could not be captured either.

I hope that person will figure it out later, so I can take the opportunity to break the situation..."

(End of this chapter)