The Kunwu people who were rushing towards the Great Hall of the Heavens all stopped at this moment. They did not dare to take another step forward. They just watched the corpse falling from a high place, feeling a great trance in their hearts.
This is Hengxu Zhenren...
No one had ever criticized his words and deeds in the past, and he had impressed all the monks in the world. But now he drew his sword and committed suicide, and his reputation was completely ruined after his death!
The long-flowing blood flowed across the rust on the ground, like a small river, flowing down the steps of the temple, one step at a time.
The blazing sunlight was so bright that it made people dizzy.
All the monks, no matter which sect they came from, were shocked and sighed at this moment...
Matters of life and death are easy to talk about but difficult to see through.
Zhenren Hengxu had a life of many ups and downs, yet he drew his sword and committed suicide while talking without any hesitation!
Even though he had committed many questionable evil deeds during his lifetime, they have all been resolved now.
Qu Zhengfeng only looked at the fallen body of Master Hengxu from afar, and also felt his consciousness disappearing from this world. At this moment, he couldn't help but laugh.
A thousand kinds of hatred, a million kinds of resentment...
That's it.
What kept recurring in his mind and echoing in his heart was Jianchou's long glance when he appeared, and the firm oath he made just now...
“Amitabha…”
When the three eminent Buddhist monks saw this, they all sighed deeply, and all the Buddhists also chanted the Mantra of Rebirth at this time.
But everyone knows that Zhenren Hengxu will not pass away.
Even if the reincarnation in the extreme realm is restored, the soul must still exist when the person dies. For a cultivator who is always facing the danger of his soul being torn apart, it does not really have much meaning.
Xuan Yue Xian Ji and others also looked gloomy.
But at this time, no one dared to speak.
Only Fudao Shanren swayed a few times, and after standing silently for a long time, he walked forward and came to the side of the fallen body of Zhenren Hengxu.
No one could see clearly what his expression was at this moment.
Only he himself knows how desolate his heart is.
A monk's life is long. How many friends can he have after so many years? He and Hengxu were close friends. He saw him build a tall building, and then he saw his building collapse. He felt that all the glitz and glamour in the world were false, and fame and wealth would destroy people's hearts.
He bent down, slowly raised his hand, covered the lifeless face of Master Hengxu, and closed his unclosed eyes.
A breeze blew, blowing up the blood-stained rust.
Fu Dao suddenly recalled the words "I was born to be useful" that he said many years ago when he saw the rusty swords on the ground under the sacred Fusang tree...
At this moment, I feel sad.
He had been planning his entire life and had never been willing to be ordinary. However, due to his unwillingness, he caused one tragedy after another, culminating in his death today.
Even at the moment of death, he never let go of that calculating heart.
Using Kunwu's promise that he would not pursue Qu Zhengfeng again as a bargaining chip, he forced Jianchou to swear an oath; once Jianchou swore the oath, he would save Xie Buchen; and with Xie Buchen's talent and ability, he would surely lead Kunwu out of today's bloody predicament and restore Kunwu to its former glory...
Live for Kunwu, die for Kunwu!
My death today is nothing but a sudden change, but the struggles in the world will never end.
"Once all grudges are settled, everything will be nothing..."
He just let out a long sigh, withdrew his hand, and looked at Hengxu's blood-stained face. The aura around him suddenly changed violently.
It's a feeling of letting go...
There is no more fighting in this world, and all the obsessions of the past have been eliminated.
There is no more hatred, no more resentment, and even the hundreds of years of resentment towards Hengxu and Kunwu have disappeared.
The body and mind are clear, the thoughts are lucid, and all worldly things are let go!
His cultivation level is actually rising steadily!
But it does not give people the slightest feeling of steepness, as if it were a natural flow, flowing out of the body, returning to the void, having boundaries, until it reaches the sky!
Above the sea of clouds, all the powerful monks were shocked!
But Fudaoshan himself seemed to be unaware of it, or perhaps he didn't care at all. He just stood up, turned to Jianchou, threw the Huangtianjian to her, and sighed, "Yashan is handed over to you."
"Master..."
Jianchou took the Huangtianjian in his hand, only to feel it was heavy. He was vaguely aware of something, and his throat seemed to be blocked by something, making his voice hoarse.
She had a thousand things to say, but in the end she couldn't say a single word.
Fudao Shanren took in her expression and recalled all the things that happened when he took her in as his disciple on the isolated island in the human world. It seemed like it happened a long, long time ago.
So he said, "It's time to go."
There was a five-colored glow falling from the sky, covering him, he just flicked his hand lightly, and there was no trace of dirt on his Taoist robe, his figure had risen up on the light, floating, gradually becoming thinner, and disappeared in this world.
It turned out to be "one step to heaven, ascending to heaven in broad daylight"!
Countless monks were fascinated by this scene.
But when I thought about the opportunity that Fudaoshan had gained in seeing through everything, I felt sad and indescribably heavy in my heart.
It seems that the hermit and the immortal were once close friends.
Now that you have seen through the ascension, you may feel a little disheartened, right
In the old days, there were two giants of Kunwu and Yashan, standing side by side in the world. Now, one of them draws his sword to apologize to the world, and the other attains enlightenment and ascends to heaven in broad daylight. It seems like the end of an era.
The end of an old era is often accompanied by the arrival of a new era.
How many people's eyes fell on Jianchou and Xie Buchen
But no one spoke.
At this moment, only silence can make you feel the time that has passed and cannot be turned back...
Qu Zhengfeng turned around at this moment.
At a time when everyone is immersed in what has just happened, how abrupt is such a turn
Kunwu's first few disciples saw it almost at a glance.
Today there was a catastrophe, the whole mountain was stained with blood, how many familiar fellow disciples in the past died under his sword? If there was no Qu Zhengfeng, there would be no catastrophe today, and Master Hengxu would not have drawn his sword to kill himself!
Hatred runs deep in everyone's heart.
Their eyes were red, and they shouted fiercely almost immediately: "After slaughtering Kunwu, you still want to leave? Stop!"
This voice filled with hatred almost immediately woke everyone up from their previous indulgence, including Jianchou who was holding the Huangtianjian!
She frowned and looked away.
All the Kunwu monks present had drawn their swords and blocked Qu Zhengfeng's way, with no intention of resolving the situation amicably!
All the powerful men heard it clearly just now. True Man Hengxu has agreed that as long as Jianchou swears not to seek revenge against Kunwu and Xie Buchen, all the grudges today will be forgiven.
At this moment, the Kunwu people drew their swords again. Although their situation was pitiful, it was wrong.
Everyone frowned and wanted to speak out to stop him.
But no one expected that at such a tense moment, Qu Zhengfeng actually raised the Yashan giant sword again!
The mighty power swept across the sea of clouds in an instant!
All the powerful monks were shocked.
The Kunwu monks remembered how he had just galloped and killed people with a sword in his hand. With a loud shout, they automatically formed a sword formation and attacked him!
Xie Buchen was outside the palace. When he saw Qu Zhengfeng drawing his sword, he shouted at the same time as Wang Que: "Stop—"
But faster than their voices was the figure of Jianchou!
She had already experienced the power of the Kunwu Sword Formation on the battlefield of the Nineteen Continents, let alone the angry attack from so many cultivators right now? !
Without thinking, she stood in front of Qu Zhengfeng!
With a loud bang, a vast ocean came rushing up, and thousands of sword lights intertwined into a terrifying beam of light above the sea of clouds, striking down towards Jianchou and Qu Zhengfeng behind Jianchou!
But before they could even get close, swords rained down from the sky!
It was Jianchou who, in this split second of lightning, activated the sword intent of Yixiantian, condensed the clouds in the sky into rain and transformed them into swords, sweeping towards the Kunwu monk opposite!
Even if thousands of cultivators joined forces, they were still no match for her!
With a sword in hand, no one can defeat him!
Countless powerful monks who had not yet had a chance to take action to stop him were already stunned, and the sword lights of many Kunwu monks who had just taken action were shattered, and they were almost vomiting blood because of the counterattack power of Jianchou's sword!
Such strong defense can be described as indiscriminate!
All the Kunwu cultivators immediately glared at him angrily.
But just the next moment, their eyes turned away involuntarily, and even looked behind Jianchou with a hint of unbelievable horror!
That was an extremely ominous look...
In Jianchou's eyes, everyone forgot to blame her and forgot why they drew their swords just now. All the raised swords stopped, and the stunned faces made her heart full of uneasiness.
The sounds of the entire world seemed to disappear at this moment.
It was still for a moment, and then suddenly hit her ears.
"Big Brother!!!"
"Your Majesty the Sword Emperor..."
"Friend Qu!"
"Big Brother—"
…
The sounds came one after another, interweaving into one, and it was impossible to tell where they came from, let alone who made them.
Jianchou suddenly realized something.
But there was only a sense of silence and emptiness in my mind.
She turned around slowly, and the shocked, terrified, or confused faces of everyone around her passed before her eyes without leaving any trace.
The wind even reminded her of a certain evening...
When I first arrived at Yashan, just after passing the steep Yashan Road, I saw a tall figure standing next to the Star-Picking Platform.
The wind at that time seemed to be like this too.
Qu Zhengfeng's sword was not aimed at the many Kunwu monks in front of him, but pierced deeply into his own chest...
When Jianchou blocked all attacks in front of him!
The extremely blunt sword edge could penetrate the human body as easily as piercing a piece of tofu, as if it took no effort at all.
Enter from the front chest and exit from the back.
"Tick-tock, tick-tock..."
Blood slid down the sword edge, splashed onto the ground, and gradually surged.
This sword was so decisive.
It seems that they never thought about leaving any room for redemption.
The entire sword was pierced through, leaving only the hilt, which was still held in the hand...
It really is like a nightmare.
Jianchou saw his fluttering golden robe, his bloodstained hands, and his calm face.
But at this moment, the only thing I couldn't understand was that complicated look.
She opened her mouth and was about to shout something, but a sudden, sharp cold wind blew in from the sky and earth, blowing her voice away in the wind, and she could no longer hear it in the blink of an eye.
"Plop", Qu Zhengfeng fell into the surging sea of clouds. The clouds supported his blood-stained body. The sea sword also fell into the clouds, and its light gradually faded.
All the monks inside and outside were stunned!
No one understands why Qu Zhengfeng did this.
Jianchou Fenming had sworn before Master Hengxu committed suicide that he would let bygones be bygones, so why was he doing this? Why was he doing this?!
Yashan Sword, one of the three Yashan swords.
It was born from the body of Yashan Mountain and is the most elegant and righteous sword in Yashan. Although it is made of stone, it can cut iron like mud and destroy souls with ease.
Even now that it has penetrated into its master's body, its power has not diminished in the slightest.
But the pure blood poured into the sword made the sword feel a deep sorrow, and it trembled and rang...
Jianchou was so cold that she had lost consciousness. She didn't even know if she was still holding on to the thread of light. She just took one step forward, and then another.
It seems very stable, but also seems very shaky.
Qu Zhengfeng's eyes fell on her face and he just said, "Sorry..."
In the end, he let her down.
In order to avenge this, he exposed the pain that Jianchou did not want anyone to know about her trip to Japan in front of everyone; now he has let her down by vowing to give up her hatred for him and is stubbornly holding on to his own opinion.
But he is not a person who lives in vain...
A real man stands in the world, is a hero when alive, a hero after death, and dares to do and dares to take responsibility!
Knowing it is evil, yet still doing it;
Knowing it is wrong, but insisting on doing it!
But he was born in Yashan, received teachings from his teachers, and understood justice in the world. Even if he was possessed by the devil, how could he be willing to give up the pride and courage of the Yashan disciples
When he decided to commit the countless murders today, he had already determined his own fate. Even if the monks in the world could allow him to leave today and continue to be his own sword emperor in the starry sea tomorrow, he could not allow himself to bear all of this and live in the world without guilt...
What is the difference between him and the Kunwu rat and the immortal Hengxu
Even if you can pass the test of all the monks in the world, you cannot pass the test of your own heart!
The sun and the moon are bright, the universe is clear...
It was truly a rare fine day.
Qu Zhengfeng blinked, as if he felt the light was too bright, but a smile slowly spread across his lips.
The pure sword force from the Yashan Sword cleansed his body, passed through his limbs and bones, and penetrated into his Nascent Soul and soul, irreversibly, and also made the veins in his body suddenly appear like water waves.
Jianchou suddenly saw everything clearly!
His broad chest was actually empty...
So at this moment, she suddenly felt as if her whole body was captured by a giant hand, she couldn't breathe, it was so tragic and depressing!
It’s the innocent heart of Yashan!
How determined was Qu Zhengfeng back then, to cut that burning heart out of his chest and throw it into the bone-gnawing underworld!
She half-knelt beside him, with a golden light like water waves shining from her palms. She only wanted to protect his soul which was being constantly destroyed by the Yashan Sword.
But it is impossible!
It was a force that even the power of reincarnation could not reverse, like a rolling river, carrying Qu Zhengfeng towards his predetermined fate, without the possibility of looking back...
In a trance, it seemed as if there were laughter and joyful chatter echoing above the sea of clouds in Kunwu.
It was the complaints of the headmaster Zheng Yao about the complicated affairs all day long, it was the endless chatter of Master Fudao scolding them while holding a chicken leg; it was the shock of the whole mountain when Jianchou used the Fantian Seal to make a huge hole in the Sutra Library on the day of building the foundation, it was the joking noise of the crowd when the deserving Shen Jiu held the peach blossom fan and swindled people everywhere; it was the words that Chen Weishan couldn't hold back for a long time, it was the laughter of Kou Qianzhi; it was the landscape painting that Bai Yin spread out flatly, it was the bold words that Yu Zhifei had traveled all over the mountains and rivers before his travels, it was also the shy and restrained eyes of Jiang He... 166 novels
besides…
That was the female cultivator who was supposed to be his junior sister, but became his senior sister, and she was showing an attitude of unwillingness to accept it.
Yashan, Yashan...
After all, I can't go back.
I can no longer go to the Star Picking Platform, enter the Moon Grasping Palace, climb the Sword Drawing Platform, or climb the Sheath Returning Peak...
But I will never regret it in this life!
I have no regrets entering this cliff mountain!
All the reluctance and nostalgia turned into moisture in his eyes. Qu Zhengfeng could clearly feel his soul dissipating. In the last glance, he saw the Haiguang Sword that fell into the sea of clouds tremble and fly up.
When the tears fell, my eyes were already blurred.
With only the will deeply rooted in his bones and blood, he stretched out his hand, as if to grab the sword from afar!
It seems like just a finger...
When Jianchou heard his low voice, tears immediately fell like rain!
"Senior Sister, Jian, have you returned..."
The Haiguang Sword floated up and passed through the clouds, turning into a streak of streaking dark blue sword light, just like the old sword of Yashan that had lost countless owners over the years, and headed northwest.
Jianchou knew that it would eventually return to the armory.
Go and wait for your next sword master.
Above the sea of clouds, countless Yashan disciples finally burst into tears, filled with sorrow and unable to sob.
Jianchou half-knelt beside his cold body, tears blurring her vision, and she only answered vaguely: "I'm going back, Senior Brother, Jian...I'm going back..."