The Kunshan Energy Ring was violently punished and finally calmed down, but the people at the scene still couldn't calm down for a long time.
The amount of information in Wanli Zhenghua is so huge that it is enough to overturn the status quo of the number one sword sect in the Nine Realms.
Many people’s first reaction is disbelief.
"Wan Lizheng was joking just now, right?"
"Master Gu Peng has been dead for five hundred years!"
"But Wanli Zheng doesn't seem to have such a sense of humor..."
The Kunlun executives looked at each other in disbelief for a moment, but Wanli Zheng had no need to and should never joke about such a thing.
Finally, the elders' eyes fell on Wen Chuxue: "Master, please give your instructions."
Wen Chuxue is the nephew of Gu Peng Zhenren and the only person in Kunlun who has had a previous relationship with Gu Peng. It is up to him to judge the truth.
Wen Chuxue said nothing, but just stared at Wanli Zheng, with a myriad of thoughts in his mind.
He understood the various opportunities in the world of cultivation better than Zhu Changyang, and knew that if the soul was immortal, there would be a chance of rebirth. However, unlike Zhu Changyang, he had not obtained Gu Peng's memories and could directly feel the similarities between Wan Li Zheng and Gu Peng, so he had never associated the two.
At this point, Wanli Zheng confirmed his identity, and all the past events were instantly connected together.
Two years ago, Wanli Zheng was only seventeen years old, but he already had an outstanding swordsmanship. He went to Kunlun alone with an iron sword on his back to become a disciple.
People outside said that Kunlun had a keen eye for talent and accepted such a genius. However, few people knew that it was not Kunlun that discovered Wanli Zheng, but Wanli Zheng that chose Kunlun.
In the past two years, Wanli Zheng has been in and out of Kunlun and is very familiar with every mountain and river here, as if he has lived here for many years. He is always calm and steady in his practice and has extraordinary courage. The elders of the sect often unconsciously regard him as the leader.
Everyone in the sect thought that Wanli Zheng was mature at a young age. But now it seems that even if one is mature, one still needs time to accumulate experience and knowledge.
His swordsmanship is natural, his methods are harmonious, and his every move, every word and every action is quite like the style of the real master in his youth. He even uses his sword to liven up the fish...
That's the remaining belly that can only be fed by Gu Peng's sword power!
But…
Wen Chuxue carefully identified the face of the young man in front of her, trying to connect it with the vague shadow in her distant memory, but she didn't dare to recognize him easily, and murmured: "How could it be, how could it be..."
Wan Lizheng did not explain too much, he just looked at him calmly, and sighed softly: "The Great Dao is thousands of miles long, touching the snow to ask the heart. Xiaoxue, five hundred years have passed in the blink of an eye, have you asked the original intention of seeking the Dao?"
The road is thousands of miles long, and when the snow falls, one examines his conscience.
Those eight words were like the sound of a sword from a snowy peak, traveling through the long night of five hundred years and falling heavily into Wen Chuxue's ears.
Wen Chuxue shuddered all over, and vaguely remembered a vast expanse of white snow, with a cold bright moon hanging on the top of the mountain. The silver moonlight sprinkled on the steep mountain road covered with heavy snow, illuminating a long, small string of handprints and footprints.
It was a severe winter many years ago. He was an orphan without a father or a mother. He traveled alone to Kunlun to look for immortals, carrying a few dry and hard biscuits on his back. However, he was blinded by a sudden heavy snowfall, took the wrong mountain path, and was finally trapped on a cliff.
White snow covered his head and shoulders, but he had no strength to sweep it off. His hands, which were frozen purple, numbly clung to a protruding rock, trying to call for help, but the mountains were deep and vast, and there was no one there at night. All he could hear was the whistling wind.
He was so cold and so tired that he forgot the purpose of his visit. He just wanted to take a long sleep in the snow. Finally, he could no longer hold on and let go of his hands.
At the moment of falling, he looked up and saw a long arc of light in the moonlight. A long sword flew out from the top of the mountain and supported him just before he hit the snow and fell to the ground.
That was Wen Chuxue’s first time riding a sword.
And that sword was the famous Kunshan Sword, which attracted countless people to seek it in the next five hundred years.
The Kunshan Sword carried him straight to the top of the Heart-Seeking Peak, and finally landed beside a sword-washing pond. The sword-washing pond was still alive and rippled in the ice and snow, with a group of strange fish that looked like sashimi swimming in the pond.
Beside the pool sat a man wearing a Kunlun cloud robe. That man had his back to him and one could only see his black hair, it was hard to tell how old he was. His back was as straight as a sword and he was apparently not moving, but there was not a speck of snow on his body.
Wen Chuxue was already half conscious at the time, and instinctively reached out to grab the man's clothes, but she was unable to do so. She asked vaguely, "Are you a god or an immortal?"
"I am just like you, a person who seeks the immortal." The man did not turn around, his voice was as loud as the sound of a sword, "The road is long, you have walked thousands of miles, and the sudden snowstorm is really difficult for you, a little boy. Let me take you on this last journey."
Following the man's words, Wen Chuxue felt a strong breath injected into his sea of consciousness. It was the first time he drew air into his body. The snow was still falling, but he didn't feel cold at all. He just lay in the snow, looking at the man's back and fell asleep.
He didn't wake up until the sky was bright and the warm sunlight shone on his face.
The man still sat motionless beside the sword-washing pool, like an eternal statue. Seeing Wen Chuxue wake up, the Kunshan Sword flew up from the pool, with the tip of the sword pointing to a small path down the mountain.
The man said, "This is the way to the mountain gate. Go down now."
Wen Chuxue wanted to say something but didn't know where to start. In the end, he knelt behind the man and kowtowed to him three times before walking down the mountain, looking back every few steps.
Those who had gone to Kunlun Mountain had always walked up from the bottom of the mountain, but Wen Chuxue walked down directly from the top of the mountain. Perhaps it was from that moment that the seeds of his fate were planted for him to become the master of the Heart-Searching Peak in the future.
That was the first time Wen Chuxue saw Gu Peng Zhenren, and also the last time. After that, he could only occasionally hear the Zhenren's instructions from afar when he was practicing sword in the mountains. From beginning to end, he never saw Gu Peng's true face.
Soon after that, True Man Gu Peng achieved success in his great path and encountered the thunder tribulation of ascension.
However, this talented swordsman who was the most promising in the Nine Realms at that time ultimately failed to survive the tribulation and died unexpectedly, which became Kunlun's greatest regret.
The back figure in my memory gradually overlapped with the young man in front of me, and the face that I had imagined countless times finally had specific facial features.
"It's you, it's really you!" Wen Chuxue could no longer restrain himself, took a step forward, knelt down on both knees and kowtowed heavily, "Uncle Master, I am unfilial and failed to recognize you in time, please forgive me."
This kneeling was like an earthquake.
As the head of Kunlun Sect and the leader of the Sword Sect, Wen Chuxue is the only person in the world who can kneel before him. No one can judge this matter better than him.
Since he kowtowed, Wan Lizheng's identity was confirmed.
The faces of the elders of Kunlun were stern. They all lifted their clothes and knelt on one knee: "Greetings to the Grandmaster."
There was an immediate roar from the audience.
"What do you mean? Wanli Zheng is not really Gu Peng Zhenren, right?"
"Master Wen has already knelt down, how can this be wrong?!"
"No, this is too sudden. I can't accept it all at once!"
"Ah, I've fought with Wanli Zheng, so that's the same as fighting with Gu Peng Zhenren! I'm so lucky!"
The crowd was extremely excited, but Wan Lizheng's face did not show any ripples. He just leaned forward slightly, supported Wen Chuxue's arm, and pulled him up: "No need to be polite."
Wen Chuxue lowered her head and pretended to be calm: "Uncle Master, since you have returned to Kunlun, why didn't you tell us your identity earlier? We can also... show our respect to you."
Wan Lizheng shook his head: "I am no longer the same person as before, why bother with this."
Wen Chuxue: "No..."
"That's all." Wan Lizheng raised his hand to interrupt him, walked forward a little, and came in front of Zhu Changyang, "Brothers, thank you very much."
Gu Peng was once his top brother on the list!
Not to mention the piece of Kunshan jade, those piles of broken swords are still useful today!
Jun Shu happened to come over holding the developer. The developer stared at Wan Lizheng and then jumped into his arms: "Meow meow meow!"
Wan Lizheng held the cat unskillfully: "Be careful."
"No wonder Shangzai likes you." Zhu Changyang finally understood, paused, and couldn't help asking curiously, "But, brother, what's going on with you now?"
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone listened attentively, with curiosity on their faces.
The reason for the death of Master Gu Peng has always been an unsolved mystery in the world of cultivation. Over the years, there have been many speculations from the outside world, all saying that he was trapped by mental obstacles, but what the so-called mental obstacles were, there has never been a real conclusion.
Unexpectedly, five hundred years later, Gu Peng himself would appear again. How could one not be excited!
Wan Lizheng did not answer directly, but only moved his eyes to the Kunshan Energy Ring in Zhu Changyang's hand, his eyes were heavy, "I thought the past was over and there was no need to mention it again, but I didn't expect your hatred was so deep... It was my negligence."
Zhu Changyang was stunned for a moment, then suddenly thought of something and asked in surprise, "Could it be that your death was not due to any mental disorder, but was caused by this piece of jade?"
In fact, when the Gu Peng Secret Realm collapsed, Zhu Changyang was a little confused, because from beginning to end, he did not feel any regret or unwillingness in Gu Peng's memory.
Even when facing the accusations from his childhood sweetheart Suti, "Gu Peng" felt no ripples in his heart.
What "Gupeng" pursues is only the great way. As for the common people and ants, there is no difference in his eyes.
How could such a heartless and desireless immortal master have mental disorders
"That's right." Wan Lizheng nodded and said with a sneer, "I didn't really understand the reason for the failure back then..."
It is said that he had reached the perfect state that year and welcomed the Ascension Thunder. With his strength, he should not have failed in overcoming the tribulation.
But halfway through the thunder tribulation, the Kunshan sword he was using suddenly made frequent mistakes, nearly killing him several times, and even pointed the tip of the sword at him.
Gu Peng was very confused, but the situation was too critical to think too much, so he could only decisively abandon the Kunshan Sword, transform his body into the sword, and welcome the last thunder tribulation.
Fortunately, he had already mastered the art of combining man and sword, and although he failed to ascend to heaven in the end, his body perished and most of his cultivation was scattered and transformed into secret realms, but he left behind a trace of his spiritual consciousness.
However, that trace of spiritual consciousness was too weak, so it could only float in the world, slowly absorbing spiritual energy and reshaping the body.
This went on for five hundred years, until a few years ago, when he finally took on a human form, changed his name to Wanli Zheng, and went to Kunlun again.
"I bid farewell to this place and will travel thousands of miles alone." Wen Chuxue chewed it over twice in secret and muttered to himself, "So that's how it is. Why have I never thought of it..."
As for the reason for his fall that year, Wanli Zheng had some vague guesses, but he was never quite sure, and it didn't matter anyway.
In his opinion, he has been reborn as a human being, and his past relationships are over, so there is no need to worry about them anymore.
He embarked on the immortal path again, practicing and training step by step like a newcomer. In two years, he restored his realm to the peak of the Nascent Soul stage and patiently waited for the day of his next ascension.
But he didn't expect that he would meet Kunshan Pianyu again in the ring.
It was also at this moment that Wanli Zheng finally confirmed that his failure to survive the tribulation that year was indeed caused deliberately by Kunshan Pianyu.
Zhu Changyang was puzzled: "Why does it hate you so much?"
Wan Lizheng looked at the jade that had turned into a battery shape and said thoughtfully, "I think it should be for revenge for Su Ti."
This piece of jade originally belonged to Su Ti. When Su Ti saw his parents being killed by the Lord of Sixiang City, he was so grief-stricken that he opened the connection with the jade and gained the power of the jade. Eventually, he became a demon and slaughtered the entire city of Sixiang.
Lingyu also gained some of Suti's emotions during his connection with her, which gave rise to his spiritual consciousness and caused him to develop a bond with her.
Later, Gu Peng heard the news and rushed to Sixiang City, killed Su Ti, took away the Kunshan jade, and refined it into the Kunshan sword.
But Kunshan Pianyu never really submitted to him, instead he always hated him for killing Suti.
It's just that Gu Peng was too powerful, and Ling Yu had to be controlled by him. Until Gu Peng ascended to heaven, under the impact of Xuan Lei, Ling Yu finally awakened his will, and tricked Gu Peng at the critical moment, causing him to fail in transcending the tribulation.
Zhu Changyang: “…”
The magic weapons in the world of cultivation are so terrifying, yet they still endure humiliation!
He suddenly understood, "So the illusion of the ancient city of Silk Fragrance..."
Wanli Zheng nodded: "That's not my mental barrier, it's Yu's mental barrier."
Kunshan Pianyu was always brooding over Suti's death, so he constructed an illusion of the ancient city of Sixiang in the secret realm of Gupeng and hid himself in it.
Zhu Changyang became the character of Gu Peng in the illusion because he obtained Gu Peng's sword intent. His sword intent is also the real power that dominates the secret realm.
But what really needs to be solved is never the so-called "Gu Peng's mental barrier", but Ling Yu's resentment.
In the end, that battle was actually a struggle between Gu Peng's legacy and Ling Yu's will, and Zhu Changyang just accidentally overwhelmed Ling Yu with his absolutely strong belief. In other words, he used a more gentle way to fade away Su Ti's hostility.
So in the end, when Zhu Changyang, as a "lonely dandelion", let Su Ti go and let her be freed, Lingyu's obsession was finally fulfilled and the illusion was broken.
Lingyu also appeared in the world.
At this point, all the past grudges from five hundred years ago have become clear.
Studio:
[Oh my god, so Gu Peng is actually the real Wuqing Dao? ?! ]
[Impossible, this is Pujiang, hurry up and go to the crematorium for chasing your wife! ]
[To be honest, the Energy Ring really wants to cremate Gu Peng... ]
You know cremation.
The author has something to say:
Energy Ring: Electric shock to Lone Peng! Cremation of Lone Peng! Water burial of Lone Peng! Sky burial of Lone Peng! Bury Lone Peng in the ground! Bury, bury, bury! Bury, bury, bury!
Li Bai's "Farewell to a Friend"
Green mountains lie across the northern suburbs, white water flows around the eastern city.
Say goodbye in here, then fight in the lonely and long way.
Floating clouds represent the thoughts of a traveler, and the setting sun represents the feelings of old friends.
I wave goodbye and leave, with the sound of horses neighing.
(End of this chapter)