The cultivator with warm eyebrows had been dead for many years, and the corpse sitting cross-legged was peaceful and gentle, and it seemed that he walked without any regrets.
Ji Yunlai could clearly feel that it was just another kind of decision to give up everything.
Give up all thoughts, all emotions, all free will, and even personality, not all of them, just seek a justice and an answer.
This used to be his cage, and later his cemetery.
Now he can see that memory.
It was here that he lost his hands, his cultivation, and all the people or things he cared about.
Use your own soul to attract the great demons from outside the realm, and even attract the great demon masters.
Love or hate, everything that can be used is turned into a ladder for his revenge.
The gentle and polite Ji Yunlai who cared about his disciples completely died there.
When he found that his broken body was also an obstacle to the growth of the Heavenly Magic Sword, he did not hesitate to destroy the spiritual platform and turned himself into a monster who did not know anything.
Even being drawn into another world.
Come back from hell again.
Therefore, he died long ago, and the green devil in the previous life was still very ignorant at that time. He watched him commit suicide, and then watched him reshape his body with his own blood essence and become what he is today.
At this point, the world has a punisher.
Ji Yunlai was no longer Ji Yunlai.
Later, the green devil gradually became conscious and knew about human affairs, so he began to feel sorry for him and sad for him.
Back then, they met at the worst of each other.
There is no understanding, no emotion, only you live and die, you win and I lose.
Victory and defeat are divided, but in the end, they understand each other and entangle each other. In six hundred years, they have penetrated each other's blood and blood, and can no longer be separated.
It was here that he met Qing.
So Xiaoqing is afraid of this place, and even hates it here, because he subconsciously knows that the birth of Daoist Punishment here is the body that broke through Ji Yunlai's bones.
Xiaoqing instinctively didn't want to remind him again.
Fear is just because some wounds are engraved into the soul, whether it is reincarnation or forgetting, even if it is just touched, it will hurt to the bone.
That's why he went to comfort Xiaoqing and told him, "It's okay, he's dead, but I'm still alive."
It doesn't matter who they are, whether it's Xiaoqing, Qingmo, or even the Great Demon Lord, Ji Yunlai and Xingdao Lord don't matter, they are already together.
Not spirits, not enemies, nothing will stop them, they have started anew, the past is gone.
They are together.
Who is who and who is not, what does it matter
"It won't hurt anymore." Ji Yunlai hugged his apprentice and assured him repeatedly, "I'm not dead, it's Nirvana, it's a new life."
Feng Qingxiu felt that his mind was chaotic. Those sorrows were too violent and turbulent. They came from the depths of his soul. He was distracted by the shock.
He knew that Kun-Lai in Central Continent had destroyed the sect six hundred years ago, but he didn't know that the master of that year had already died here.
He died alone here, no one knew. Those elders thought it was Yun who escaped by himself and successfully fought back, but they didn't know what happened to him.
How can you do this to him
Thinking of the harm to the person who can't wait to hold it in the palm of his hand, Feng Qingxiu even can't wait to travel back to 600 years ago and kill everything in the beginning, but he can't do anything. He can only watch the past 600 years later. The relics of , but was comforted by A Yun, why!
That Li Xianjing, why did he do this!
Ji Yunlai comforted Xiaoqing for a while, before letting him reluctantly recover.
Xiaoqing pushed away Ji Yunlai's hand and walked towards the breathless body.
Next to the quiet disc seat's body, there is a set of imperial robes, neatly folded and placed on the ice.
Placed together, there is also a small wooden box, in which is a lifelike puppet, with the date of birth written, and a line of small characters.
"It's a big mistake, it's hard to undo, I will use puppets to accompany me, and when the country is restored, I will come to accompany me - Li Xianjing"
Feng Qingxiu was trembling with anger, and the puppet disappeared in his hands in an instant: "How dare he! How dare he say it!"
"Don't be angry, it's just a joke." Ji Yunlai immediately went over to his apprentice and comforted him, "I was blinded once, how could I be blinded a second time?"
In fact, he didn't have any feelings anymore. After all, he only had a few memories, but his feelings were not passed on. It was like watching a movie back then.
Well, I watched a tragic movie with myself as the protagonist.
That's fine, except for Xiaoqing, other past events, just follow the wind.
Feng Qingxiu did not listen to him, but looked up at the writing on the ice.
Mysterious ice spreads throughout the cave, and the walls are engraved with the various cultivation methods of Kunlai in Central Continent. A wall carved.
There are many regrets.
Densely dense, layer upon layer, if the shading is generally small, but deep.
Write down all kinds of memories.
There is the care of the teacher and the teaching of the teacher.
There is inspiration, as well as the causes and consequences of the year.
Li Xian was shocked at the wall and regretted everything he had done back then.
Write about the helplessness and regret when Daxuan fell to the country, hate that he failed to persuade the father and emperor to see Su Wan's true face as soon as possible, hate that he didn't communicate more with his mother, and can only take Wang Yinru with him after the great sacrifice killed his parents. Fleeing like a bereaved dog, relying on the hatred of the great sacrifice, he was able to perish and survive under the pursuit of the Taoist sect, watching the people around him sacrifice one after another in order to protect him under the pursuit and killing.
Later, he still failed to escape the culling, but he still relied on Wang Yin to warn him and committed suicide ahead of time. He also relied on Wang Yin and the Code of Three Lives and Three Generations to be reincarnated as a reincarnation of Daxuan. , He wanted to kill them all, but he couldn't, and he temporarily hid in Kun-Lai.
At that time, Kun-Lai was nothing but a fragment of ancient books, a crazy old man, and a young man with a child.
He was just looking for cover, but he was gradually moved by the warmth of the sect.
He originally thought that A Yun was just a cultivator with mediocre aptitude, but he didn't want his understanding to be rare in the world. He reconstructed Kun-Lai's various mental methods little by little, and ran his own sect in the sinister land of Central Continent.
He didn't know when he started to admire him, regarded him as a family member, and regarded him as a real teacher.
Obviously everything is so good, they joined forces to establish a family and country, support each other, the country grows, live and work in peace and contentment, and the sect is prosperous day by day. After that, he went to the State of Yin to help him, and he helped both sides.
At that time, he even took out half of the king's seal, turned it into a phoenix seal, and wanted to make a lifetime promise with him.
Everything was ruined when he saw the blue marks after Wang Yin placed it on his palm.
That's what a big sacrifice can do.
Like a thunderbolt from the blue sky, he couldn't believe it.
Don't worry, it's okay, but if you doubt it, it's similar everywhere.
The notes are similar, the faces are similar, and even the etiquette of dealing with people is the same.
If these are all possible coincidences, then why was he able to parse out the long-destroyed Three Lives and Three Worlds Codex, and why was his understanding of Daxuan's formation so high
With these reasons, his liking and love all turned into the resentment of being played with.
It was the first time he liked someone, but it was such a trap and a lie.
So he wanted revenge, and the person who wanted to deceive him would suffer the consequences, and life would be better than death.
He did it, but he didn't know that the other party didn't lie to him.
At a banquet, he poured poisonous wine on his favorite, no one doubted him, doubted a relative who had been with them for hundreds of years.
After he lost his mana, he picked up the candlestick with his own hands, and bit by bit, he drove the person who said he wanted to be together into the abyss. From his fingertips to his arms, he was completely smashed, and blood splashed on the ground. His face was a little hot, like tears on his eyelashes.
Those disciples who did not participate in the Kun-Lai Mountain Gate, he used Ayun as bait, captured them, hung them in the mountain gate, and burned them together with the mountain gate.
The old head of Kun-Lai, the crazy old man wanted to save people, but he was beaten to death. Before his death, the old man tried his best to hold Ayun, and prayed to him that Kun-Lai would not break.
He asked Ayun to hand over the Sansheng Stone, the place where Daxuan went deep into the underworld back then, and the real usage of the king's seal.
If he didn't pay, he killed the remaining Kun-Lai disciples one by one in front of him.
With so much torture and so much damage, he forcibly deduced the whereabouts of the Sansheng Stone, deduced a little bit of the usage of the king's seal, which made him even more convinced that he was a great sacrifice.
However, he still committed suicide.
With his hands completely destroyed and his meridians broken, he still didn't know how to use it. He destroyed the spiritual platform and disappeared without a trace.
He should have felt that his revenge should be avenged, but tears still fell.
After his death, the little blue mark on the king's seal disappeared.
He met the real great priest.
The other party regretfully asked him for Ayun's body, and said that this person had suffered for him, hoping to restrain him.
So everything he did, all his revenge, became a joke.
How much can a person hate a person
What has he done, and what can be salvaged
He was grateful to his sister for letting go of several Kun-Lai disciples, so that he could not kill them, so that he could die under their swords after doing his own thing, and the corpses would return to Ayun and accompany him For a lifetime.
If there is an afterlife, it will not be negative.
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These are all summed up by Feng Qingxiu while watching. The other party wrote nearly a million words of profound repentance in classical Chinese. , I can see Feng Qingxiu's demonic thoughts surging all over her body, almost runaway.
"He still wants to meet you in the next life!" Feng Qingxiu was extremely angry, and the invisible sword energy suddenly erupted, eradicating the countless traces on the mountain, and the ice crystals scattered, causing countless snowflakes in the cave, one after another, slowly and slowly. Fall slowly.
"A loser's wail, Xiaoqing should look away a little." Ji Yunlai finished the sweep quickly and shrugged, "I killed him later."
As he remembered, he went up to Huanbo Mountain alone with one sword and one sword. He joined Li Xianjing's men who killed the Kun-Lai disciples and killed them together.
As for Li Xianjing, he didn't avoid letting him kill and said that he was willing to die, so there was no need to tell Xiaoqing.
Being distressed by Xiaoqing... Ji Yunlai tilted his head slightly, keenly feeling that Xiaoqing's attitude towards him had changed a little because of this stimulation.
If it was said that there was still a layer of estrangement before, then at this moment, Xiaoqing seems to no longer regard him as the lord of punishment.
However, Xiaoqing's cultivation base seems to have changed because of this stimulation.
That's all, life always has its ups and downs, and I think that with Xiaoqing's character, I can also stabilize this terrifying cultivation.
Ji Yunlai held Xiaoqing's hand almost lovingly, so that he did not destroy the Kun-Lai books on the stone wall.
"I'm not sad anymore," Ji Yunlai looked at the stone wall indifferently, with a calm voice, "Whether it's the former corpse or those disciples, it's not sad anymore."
Feng Qingxiu turned to look at him, there was anger in her clear eyes, and even a kind of terrifying deterrence. In his eyes, it seemed that the seal would overflow at any time, causing the world to be destroyed, the mountains and rivers to reverse, and dragons and snakes to rise. .
"It's all over, there's no need to be immersed in hatred, those who died can't come back." Ji Yunlai's voice echoed in the huge cave, soft and leisurely, "After Xizhou established a sect again, I came here before. Here, I want to open the tombs of the disciples and send them back to Kun-Lai."
The chill in Feng Qingxiu's eyes gradually receded, and the fingers that squeezed the master also eased.
"But later I saw that the tomb was where Kun-Lai used to live. Feng Shui has been fixed. I didn't want to disturb the peace of the deceased, so I didn't move this place. It was just that a formation was set up in the city and the monks were forbidden to come." Ji Yunlai's voice was faint. , "It wasn't until I remembered a few days ago that I took the slaughter of that year."
To be honest, he really didn't expect that he would have such a miserable time.
I also understand why the suicide note that the 983-year-old self gave him back then said, "Simply put, I met a scumbag, and I rushed to seek abuse, and then I repented, killed him, and started a new family again."
This is really earth-shattering scum. I think that when I was single for more than 300 years, I finally fell in love with my first love.
He also forgot everything, and fell in love with Xiaoqing again, and it was successful.
Then there is nothing to be sad about.
"Why did you suddenly remember that you came to take the slough?" Feng Qingxiu frowned, looking dangerously at the mian clothes that claimed to be "used to accompany the master".
It's no wonder that the master has not said what he is looking for. If he had said it earlier, he must have exploded at the time. It is estimated that he did not come here, but killed him along the way.
No doubt, he can control his shadow now. If he really does it, he will not be afraid of ten or eight combined paths.
Even if someone really dared to come, he wouldn't be afraid.
"I saw someone crying in someone else's memory," Ji Yunlai stroked the tip of his apprentice's ear and smiled softly, "Then he thought, if you can take it back and make it into an avatar, Kun-Lai will not have to worry about disconnecting the Internet, and it will be more effective for Kun-Lai. With your apprentice, you can go to the ends of the earth and see all the mountains and rivers, but you don't have to play with a paper figurine every day."
The indifference on Feng Qingxiujun's face couldn't be hung anymore, and a thin layer of red spread instantly. Thinking that last night's friendship did not satisfy the master, he felt that the whole person was about to explode, and he said in a moment of anger: "You But when you speak in front of the deceased, be serious!"
"Do I still need to respect my own deceased?" Ji Yunlai was attacked by his apprentice again, and smiled slightly, "I don't mind anymore."
Feng Qingxiu was speechless for a moment, just raised her hand, and was about to clean up the unsightly Mianfu.
"Wait, wait a minute!" Zhao Hao, who was stunned and ignored for a long time, finally found his voice, and pointed at Ji Yunlai almost tremblingly, his teeth were fighting, "You, are you a human or a ghost, or my teacher? Honorable descendants, juniors?"
"Master?" Feng Qingxiu and Ji Yunlai raised their eyebrows at the same time.
"Yes! I learned Kun-Lai magic, and I am a Kun-Lai disciple!" Zhao Hao said.
Ji Yunlai stared at his flustered face, after a few breaths, he couldn't help but smile and sigh, "What a sin."
"That, don't try to lie to me, you..." He pointed at Feng Qingxiu, looking at Ji Yunlai with extremely complicated eyes, "You are obviously a disciple of the Taiqing School, tell you, everything here is mine! Stop delusional!"
The one who is very similar to the master must have changed! They must be partnering to deceive me!
Right, that is it.
"What can you deceive," Feng Qingxiu looked at him lightly, and when he raised his hand, the most authentic Kun-Lai True Essence technique fell on Zhao Hao, "Six hundred years ago, Master Sword Slash Emperor Yin, Daxuan collapsed, you can't really have heard of it, right?"
"But, but the master clearly killed Li Xianjing, so he came back, and he came back to be seated!" Zhao Hao's whole body was messed up.
"To reshape the body, as long as there is blood essence, it's enough. No matter how good the body is, the previous cultivation will not be taken away," Ji Yunlai smiled lightly, "I'm just rebuilding it."
The Heavenly Demon Du'er Magic Sword is the most dangerous, fastest, and most deadly method in the world.
"I don't read much, so don't lie to me!" Zhao Hao said with an expression of impossibility, "How many years ago you went to kill Emperor Yin, it's impossible, after ten years, you'll get along again, right? "
"It's not more than ten years, seven years," Ji Yunlai hugged his little apprentice, concealed a bit of bragging, and said indifferently, "After more than ten years, it's already a human fairy."
"How is that possible, there are only three immortals in Central Continent, and the three come to the door!" Zhao Hao didn't believe it at first, but for some reason, there was always a lingering fear in his heart...
"Xizhou Kun-Lai is not bad now. Since you have obtained the Kun-Lai True Inheritance, you can follow me back to Xizhou." Feng Qingxiu looked at him lightly, thought for a moment, and said with some sarcasm, "Maybe you can pass the outer door exam. Not sure."
"In other words, I'm not the head of Kun-Lai anymore?" Zhao Hao asked sadly, God! He clearly always took this as his responsibility.
"Yes." Ji Yun came to touch the poor child, no longer minding the closer relationship between the shard of the king's seal that he held in his hand when he was born.
Li Xianjing had already lost his soul, so what if he really had a trace of profound blood
Don't chase after the past, let him go with the past.