Just because something is not practiced by a human does not mean that the person who practiced it... is not a human being. It can only show that His Majesty, the great Emperor of the Qing Dynasty, for the desire in his heart, cultivated a heart of incomparable perseverance, far beyond the ordinary. Sitting beside Si Gu Jian's bed, Fan Xian couldn't help but tremble a little when thinking about this matter, and couldn't restrain himself from the feeling of looking up at a high mountain. Piercing between the white clouds, people have to be moved by it.
He took a deep breath, rubbed the sore corners of his eyes, and said softly in a low voice: "In terms of talent, Haitang is enough; in terms of ambition, Thirteen Lang is enough; in terms of hard work, I don't think I am better than Who wants to come late, but seeing now, I still don't see any chance for the latecomers to take that step, why is this?"
"Don't ask me." After the irritable scolding, Si Gu Jian slowly closed his tired eyelids, and said in a hoarse voice, "I was just thinking, we old guys are all dead, just You, Emperor Lao Tzu, are left alone in this world, so he must be lonely too."
After a while of silence, Si Gu Jian suddenly continued to sarcastically say: "I'm afraid he has already started to feel lonely on Dadong Mountain."
The faint sarcasm on the corner of his lips did not know whether it was aimed at Emperor Qing or himself. At this moment, Fan Xian suddenly said very seriously: "I want to confirm one thing, Ye Liuyun... Has he really left the mainland?"
After Si Gu Jian pondered for a long time, he slowly moved his jaw with great difficulty.
Fan Xian took a deep breath, and then said, "That's fine."
Si Gu Jian closed his eyes, and said: "It seems that this time Huiqing, you finally know something and decide something."
Fan Xian was not surprised that this great master was able to judge the emotions hidden in his heart from his own words and emotions. After all, the other party was not really an idiot. He smiled and said, "If it's not raining, you have to bring an umbrella. It’s always good to be prepared.”
"Where's Wuzhu?" Si Gujian immediately pointed out the essence of the problem.
Fan Xian didn't answer his question directly, but instead asked, "What do you know about temples?"
As soon as these words came out, Si Gu Jian knew Wu Zhu's whereabouts by heart, with a rare peaceful smile on his face, he said: "The temple? It's just a dead thing, don't worry too much... His practice was passed down from the temple, so what? The temple will never personally help him."
Fan Xian was not quite sure of this point. After all, many years ago, it seemed that the temple had heard the voice of Emperor Qing's prayer and sent a certain envoy to transfer Uncle Wuzhu away from the capital. But now that Uncle Wu Zhu is going to the temple, what kind of ending will he fight for in the end, it seems to have the most fundamental and far-reaching impact on the general trend of the world.
With his eyes closed, Si Gu Jian seemed to be able to feel the deep worry and shallow fear deep in Fan Xian's heart. After a long silence, he said, "The temple... is actually just a temple, and it's not a real god."
Fan Xian's heart skipped a beat, and he asked, "Have you been to the temple?"
"I'm not a pervert like Ku He and Xiao En, how could I go to such a place where no shit is done?" Si Gu Jian frowned, obviously the thoughts in his heart didn't match the tone of this sentence, " Besides... I don't know where the temple is."
"However." He continued: "You have to understand one thing. If someone really came to the temple to erase the traces left by your mother in the world, then the inner library should have disappeared long ago, and you should have died. .”
Fan Xian was silent, thinking that this judgment was correct.
"Of course, we can also judge that the temple has indeed sent envoys to the world." Si Gu Jian suddenly opened his eyes, and his eyes were calm, "But don't forget that Wuzhu is also one of the envoys in the temple. Since he can protect your mother and you, it only shows that the messenger from the temple is not as powerful as you imagined."
Fan Xian raised his eyebrows, and then thought of a sentence Uncle Wu Zhu said many years ago.
"There are not many people in the family anymore."
Does this sentence mean that the temple has fallen and has no ability to influence the world? Then why did Uncle Wu Zhu go back? Of course, if all of this is as he guessed, Fan Xian would be happy to accept this situation. After all, facing an emperor Lao Tzu who is as tall as a mountain has already put him under a lot of pressure. Will damage his confidence to the lowest point.
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"Well... You sent Xiao En back to Northern Qi, and your mother and Wu Zhu both came out of the temple. Don't you want to go back to the temple to see what that place that pretends to be ghosts looks like?" Si Gujian With his eyes open, he looked at Fan Xian steadfastly, as if to see his true thoughts, and also as a temptation.
Fan Xian was slightly startled when he heard this, then laughed, looked back at him and said, "If there is a chance, I'd still like to take a look, but that's on the basis that my life can be guaranteed. But you... You must be very curious to say such a thing at this time?"
Si Gu Jian is the supreme power of human beings, and he and Wu Zhu are also acquaintances. He vaguely knows where the power level of the temple is, so for that illusory temple, he is not like those ordinary people in the world. The meaning of awe and worship coming up.
He is a grand master, and his strength is strong enough to rival the characters in that temple. Therefore, when talking about the temple, his tone is not very respectful, but there is a sense of indifference and disdain that is deliberately revealed.
It's just that people are curious, and the Grand Master is no exception. Especially a dying Grand Master, he is indifferent to everything in the world, but he still maintains curiosity and the desire to spy on that temple.
After all, in this world, only Xiao En and Ku He have been to the temple, and these two old people are already dead. Maybe Ye Qingmei and Wu Zhu came from the temple, but Ye Qingmei was also dead, and Wu Zhu set foot on the way home.
The secret of the Temple of Heaven is still the biggest secret in this world. Si Gu Jian looked at Fan Xian with a strange look hidden in his calm eyes. He knew that the only person who could know where the temple was now should be the young man in front of him.
"I learned from Xiao En that Uncle Wu Zhu has always had a bad memory, so you must know that too." Fan Xian said softly, "The temple is in the extreme north. It takes several months to go to the place where the whole day and night are, and if you are lucky, you can see a magnificent and quiet black and blue building, that... is the temple."
Si Gu Jian became silent. Before death came, he finally knew where the temple was. He seemed to have got what he wanted, and he should be calm. However, the thin body under the thick quilt obviously exuded a faint melancholy breath.
"It turns out that in the extreme north, there is no sunlight all day long. Could it be the underworld?" Si Gujian's eyes were like ancient wells, with old fine lines slowly swaying, and said with a sigh: "Sure enough, it's not the only one in the world. I yearn for it. I yearn for it."
"Hmm..." Fan Xian squinted his eyes, looked at the thin face under the quilt, and suddenly found that a certain kind of brilliance was gradually blooming on that face. Could it be that knowing the location of the temple made the dying great Grandmaster, some kind of obsession suddenly broke out
Fan Xian didn't explain what is polar day and what is polar night. These concepts don't belong to this world, so there's no need to mention them to cause headaches. Since Si Gu Jian is willing to think that the temple is not part of the world, perhaps such a cognition will allow this great master to retain the concept of this world.
"... I yearn for it." Si Gu Jian said in admiration: "At the time, I thought that if the matter of Dadongshan could be settled smoothly, I would go to the ends of the world to find the temple."
"Everyone is curious about unknown things." Fan Xian could understand this emotion very well.
Si Gu Jian's eyelids narrowed slightly, piercing the roof like a cold sword, and said in a rustling voice: "I just want to see if I can tear down that ruined temple with this sword in my hand."
Demolish the temple!
After Fan Xian was stunned, countless complex emotions arose in his heart. He thought that Sigu Jian was just like Xiao En Kuhe back then, willing to go to the temple outside the sky to satisfy the desire to explore the unknown that is inherent in every life source. This grand master actually wanted to challenge the temple!
With a sword behind him, walk on the snowy field, meet green mountains, enter the thick gate, point the sword at the illusory temple, and cut off all the people in the clouds.
What a heroic spirit. If the matter of Dadongshan back then was really like the design of Kuhe and Sigujian, and the three sides of the world were determined, Sigujian would be bored in this world. I am afraid that he will really embark on the road of challenging the way of heaven, and the name of the way of heaven in this world is naturally It is the temple.
Thinking of that scene, as calm as Fan Xian, he couldn't help but feel a little moved, but he knew that all of this had ended with the king's fist on Dadong Mountain, and that Si Gu Jian might not even reach the temple in his entire life. , let alone point the sword at the temple.
This is indeed a pity.
"Will you go to the temple?" Si Gu Jian suddenly stared into Fan Xian's eyes and asked.
"I don't know much about temples, so naturally I don't have any bad feelings." Fan Xian had seen countless shameless appearances of religions in his previous life. In comparison, the temples in this world of Qing Kingdom were nine days away. Fan Xian agrees with this style of less interference in world affairs, and because of its mystery, Fan Xian really doesn't have much resistance.
"The temple doesn't do worldly affairs?" Si Gujian said with a smile: "Then how did your mother come out? How did the world change? Why is Emperor Qing the current Emperor Qing? Maybe those high-ranking people in the temple are really just watching with cold eyes All of this, but we grew up on this continent, why should they let them watch us live?"
"It's a bad feeling."
"This reminds me of many years ago, under the big green tree, watching those ants moving and watching those ants fighting." Si Gujian said indifferently: "But I am not an ant, I don't like being watched."
After a long silence, Fan Xian said, "If one day I go to the temple, I will carry your ashes on my back."
Si Gu Jian closed his eyes, and said: "There are not many words you say that are true."
Fan Xian suddenly noticed that the grand master spoke like a child, and couldn't help laughing: "I'm not a god of killing like you. I don't have the courage and strength to kill gods. If I hadn't been forced to, of course I would Don't want to go to the temple and kill yourself."
After a short pause, Fan Xian scratched his head and said, "Of course, who knows what will happen in the future? If one day, I scatter your ashes on the stone steps of the temple, to poke the feet of those gods, it will be considered as a dead body." Your wish has been granted."
Si Gu Jian said: "Then when it burns in a few days, you can't make the fire too hot. I don't have many bones in my body. If they are all burned to powder, it will be a fart. You have to leave some big joints. It is."
Fan Xian replied, "This is indeed something to pay attention to."
There is a great fear between life and death, and in this fear, Si Gu Jian and Fan Xian are laughing and talking about the funeral, the remains, the size of the fire, where they belong, and the atmosphere is relaxed, but Fan Xian can't help but feel a sense of inexplicability. The sad meaning comes.
The evening sun had already set for most of the time, and the sea breeze passed by the city, blowing thousands of miles away, and went straight into the depths of the thatched hut, causing a wind to blow the quiet outside of the sword hut, and thousands of swords in the big pit moved at the same time, making a tinkling sound. People are excited.
Si Gu Jian turned his head with great difficulty, his eyes passed over Fan Xian's shoulder, and looked at the long-legged mosquito in the corner of the wall that had reached the end of life, could not eat, refused to fly away, was obsessed with idiocy, and fell into a long-lasting trap. In silence.
Sitting beside him, Fan Xian suddenly leaned over and whispered in his ear what happened in Shijia Village. Shijia Village is located between Northern Qi and Dongyi. If it really wants to grow in the future, it cannot do without the strong support of Jianlu, and the existence of Shijia Village will definitely bring great benefits to Dongyi City.
However, to Fan Xian's surprise, after Si Gu Jian heard that the Ye family was planning to open up a second battlefield in Dongyi City, his face remained calm and unchanged. What does it look like.
For a moment, Fan Xian thought that he had misjudged Si Gu Jian's mind before he died, the most important mind he had taught himself.
At this moment, Si Gu Jian said: "There is a booklet under my pillow. Ku He gave it to me from Qingshan before he died, and asked me to give it to you. I can't understand the things in the booklet. I hope you can read it." Understand."
Fan Xian was startled, not knowing what was written in the booklet that would make the two great masters so solemn before they died.
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(Brothers and sisters, I originally said that I need to make up chapters today, but I really have something to do today, so I can postpone it until the 21st? Tomorrow I have to attend a friend’s wedding, uh... I’m too busy.)( , if you want to know what will happen next, please log in, more chapters, support the author, support the original!)