Su Qinglian's face changed as the sound of reciting books came, she seemed to communicate with someone for a while, and hurriedly said behind Ran Shu: "It's Confucianism!"
"Confucianism?" Ran Shu frowned: "Aren't they never born?"
"No," Su Qinglian frowned, "5,000 years ago, the Heavenly Dao brought disaster, and Confucianism was born."
Different from the five sects of Tianjianzong, Xingyunmen, Huanyingong, Hehuangong, and Yijianmen that rose later, the three sects of Confucianism, Taoism, and Zen are sects that rely on secular beliefs to support and form spiritual veins. The more active the sect is in the human world, the less it needs to be born in the cultivation world, and it can have its own unique resources. Confucianism has been respected by the kings of all dynasties in the world, and it has been prosperous since the Han Dynasty, so it belongs to the most isolated sect among the three sects in the cultivation world.
Ran Shu pondered for a moment, then frowned and said, "It doesn't matter if Confucianism comes, I have already taught Taoism and Zen."
"Taoism and Zen... will take care of this?" Su Qinglian hesitated, and Ran Shu sneered: "Now they can't help but don't help. If you don't bring Ran Yan to the mountain and river sacrifice, the cultivation world won't last ten years. I'll have to see Taoism." Can Zen Buddhism help with this?"
"But, master..." Su Qinglian showed a hesitant look, and Ran Shu looked at the fighting crowd, and said coldly: "If he insists on helping Su Qingyi, then he is not your master. Aren't you just trying to kill Su Qingyi?" ?”
Hearing this, Su Qinglian turned cold.
"You're right," she watched Su Qingyi's body burst out again and again, shaking the disciple away, and said slowly, "I'm no more than that, I just want to kill Su Qingyi."
As soon as the words fell, Su Qinglian rushed over. Su Qingyi saw a black shadow like a leopard rushing towards him, and subconsciously turned over. After retreating three feet and seeing that it was Su Qinglian, she finally couldn't help but said: "Why are you still alive?!"
"Why?" Su Qinglian smiled, and the snake's head and long whip rushed towards Su Qingyi. Su Qingyi blocked the surrounding disciples with Wudao and formations, and blocked Su Qinglian's long whip with a thin sword, listening to the other party say: "This It's out of your control."
"System!!" Su Qingyi broke down a bit, desperately calling the system: "How did she survive?"
"Fuck, I'm also checking!" The system excitedly said, "You should have killed her when the data was analyzed."
"I have a question," Su Qingyi said while fighting with Su Qinglian, "Is this book a trap?"
"Yes... right." The system stuttered, "It's just the last few chapters..."
"What role is Su Qinglian in the end?" Su Qingyi frowned, and said systematically: "The saint of the demon race..."
"How did she become a saint? What's the ultimate skill?" Su Qingyi frowned more and more. Su Qinglian's fighting style is a complete demon clan. Now that these people suddenly jumped out with a bloodline, she is not surprised at all. What she is curious about is how Su Qinglian, whose primordial spirit was crushed, survived
The system was about to cry: "Didn't say it! In the book, Mo Yun knew from Qin Zichen that she killed Su Qingyi, so he abandoned her, and then she was picked up by Xie Hantan. From then on, he vowed to destroy the Heavenly Sword Sect and kill Mo Yun and Su Qingyi." Qin Zichen broke through all the way later, and grew up against the sky... "
"Will she die?" Su Qingyi watched Su Qinglian's faster and faster movements while observing Ran Shu.
"She should have died long ago!" The system yelled, and Su Qingyi knew that the system was useless.
Ran Shu didn't move, she didn't seem to intend to do anything at all, she was quietly watching Su Qinglian and Su Qingyi. Su Qingyi knew that she was waiting for a chance to kill with one blow.
She secretly guarded against Ran Shu, Su Qinglian saw her intention, and said to Ran Shu, "Ran Shu, what are you waiting for, we two go together!"
Ran Shu glanced at Su Qinglian lightly, as if she didn't intend to agree to her invitation. Su Qingyi intentionally showed a relieved expression, at that moment, Ran Shu moved!
A formation suddenly appeared at Su Qingyi's feet, which showed that it had been prepared for a long time. Fortunately, Su Qingyi had already made preparations, and another formation in her hand just hit it! It was at that moment that Ran Shu suddenly rushed into the battle!
Su Qingyi faced two high-ranking monks and countless ordinary disciples at the same time. Even though she was in a higher realm, she couldn't help but struggled a bit. After struggling for a while, the ground began to shake and the woman's strategy!
Su Qingyi turned her head and saw the cold pond spring water tumbling. It turned out that Qin Zichen was about to finish restoring his sea of consciousness!
Ninghua looked at this posture, and at first let Xuanhua back, she began to rush towards Qin Zichen recklessly. Xuanhua was shaken away by her, and the Ningguang sword slashed across her palm, blood dripped on the barrier, and her whole body Huaguang skyrocketed, and slashed down towards the barrier! Su Qingyi's eyes were about to burst, she roared loudly, and rushed towards the man in the middle of the cold pool without caring about anything.
Su Qinglian's long whip and Ran Shu's formation knocked down Su Qingyi at the same time, and she hit Qin Zichen with tremendous force. She hugged Qin Zichen, feeling the monk's sword energy rushing straight towards him during the tribulation period, but at this moment, another A ray of Huaguang rushed over suddenly, protecting Su and Qin within the Huaguang. Afterwards, a phoenix chant was heard, and a teleportation formation appeared out of nowhere in the sky. The white-clothed monks holding folding fans instantly turned around and came to Su Qingyi's body. When they turned around, the folding fans in their hands swung open, forming a ray of light The wall blocked the disciples rushing up from the holy mountain outside the light wall.
Su Qingyi embraced Qin Zichen, whose eyes were still tightly closed, and raised her head in a daze, and saw monks in feather crowns and white robes flying fans in their hands, heading towards the crowd with beams of brilliance.
These brilliance are all golden and holy, gentle and elegant.
Su Qingyi subconsciously turned to the back, and saw a handsome man in a crane cloak with a phoenix standing on his shoulder holding a folding fan in his hand, looking at Ninghua indifferently from among the weeds behind him.
"Confucianism?"
"It's Confucianism!"
Some people in the crowd recognized the logo of the Confucianism Sect. This school has always existed in legends, but it has never disappeared from the mouths of other schools.
A group of Confucian disciples formed a large formation, and another group jumped out of the formation, holding a fan in one hand and holding the other hand behind their backs, and said calmly: "Confucian disciples protect the way, if you dare to step forward, you will not be pardoned!"
All the disciples stopped moving for a while, and looked at Ran Shu who was at the side. Ran Shu's face changed again and again, Hua Xiangrong stood beside her and smiled coldly, and said angrily: "I am also a big faction in Hehuan Palace, so why are you afraid?" Are you a Confucianist?! Come on!"
As soon as the words fell, Ran Shu made a decision, and said coldly: "If you can't capture Ran Yan alive today, you will have no chance in the future. Inform other sects to reinforce, don't say that the Confucian sect is coming today, it is the protoss. Can't stop me!"
After Hua Xiangrong gave the order again, the Hehuan Palace disciples charged forward, the Confucian disciples' expression remained unchanged, and they rushed into the crowd like a crane, with the small fan in their hands like a knife, slashing across the beautiful light, one person fighting ten people, Fight with the disciples of Hehuan Palace.
Su Qingyi soaked in the Lingtan, and the wounds on her body healed instantly. She didn't dare to occupy the resources of the Lingtan, so she quickly jumped out of the Lingtan, saw Ran Shu standing outside, and said coldly: "I said earlier, If I see you again, I will never die."
Ran Shu's hand turned into sharp claws, and a magic circle appeared at her feet, and she said calmly: "Then come."
Without saying a word, Su Qingyi rushed out of the Confucianism formation, and rushed towards Ran Shu with an epee. Ran Shu and Su Qinglian yelled: "I'll do it myself!", and then rushed towards Su Qingyi!
The sharp claws and the epee collided fiercely, and the formation peaks of the two collided suddenly, and their eyes were like blades slashing at each other. Ran Shu said calmly: "I have been waiting for this day, and I have been waiting for many years."
"I've always wanted to know." Her sharp claws were full of demonic energy, and she grabbed Su Qingyi fiercely one by one. Su Qingyi retracted the heavy sword, cut it into Siqin, and collided with the sharp claws, using it every time. 100% strength, faster and faster, more and more ruthless. The other party also showed an unstoppable aura, gritted his teeth and said, "Among you and me, who is stronger!"
The formations collided together, bursting out a huge brilliance, and the low-level disciple immediately jumped away, leaving a battlefield for the two of them alone.
When Su Qingyi and Ran Shu were fighting, Ninghua stared at the man in black who had just appeared by the edge of the cold pool.
This man is strong, very strong.
The cultivation base in the tribulation stage was completely different from Xuanhua's. He looked at her quietly and said calmly: "Ninghua, how are you doing in the heart demon tribulation?"
Something flashed in Ninghua's mind, she frowned: "Who are you?"
The person on the other side raised the corners of his lips slightly, turned his head and said to the little Phoenix who was only the size of an apple next to him: "She is stupid, isn't she happy?"
"Chirp." The little phoenix made a dissatisfied sound, the man sighed, Xuan Hua looked at the man's face and the little phoenix next to him, and said with red eyes: "She...she..."
"The phoenix soul that has been raised for more than a thousand years," Qin Shuwen smiled, with a bit of bitterness in his smile: "It has finally grown to such a big size. You gods are really hard to raise..."
"Chirp, chirp." Little Phoenix pecked at Qin Shuwen's ear, and Qin Shuwen said in distress, "Okay, I won't talk about you."
"Who are you?" Ninghua interrupted them, raising her sword, tremblingly said: "Who the hell are you?!"
"Me?" Qin Shuwen looked at her, and said calmly, "Probably your enemy. You caused my wife to be dug out of the Yuandan and the phoenix marrow, and almost lost my soul, forcing me to almost blew up my soul, you Think, who am I?"
"However," Qin Shuwen laughed sarcastically: "You probably won't remember either. The demons in your heart have not passed, and your sanity is lacking. You have lived in your own illusion for a thousand years. Ninghua, how are you doing?"
"Illusion?" Ninghua said blankly, and then roared: "No, it's impossible! I ascended, I stepped on the road to immortality, I..."
As she said that, some memories flooded in, Ninghua felt a headache, she raised her hand to cover her head, and said with some difficulty: "I have obtained the Dao of Longevity, I..."
"The Dao of Longevity?" Qin Shuwen sneered: "I'm sorry, you probably won't be able to ask for it in this life. Not every kind of Tao can ascend to immortality, and your master probably didn't tell you."
"My master has ascended!" Ninghua suddenly raised her head: "Master will not lie to me, it is impossible to lie to me!"
"Your master?" Qin Shuwen raised his hand, and the paper fan drew a circle in the air. A scene of a woman committing suicide appeared in the picture. Inner Demon Realm, your master has not come out of the Inner Demon Realm, and has long since committed suicide."
"Impossible..." Ninghua shook her head and said tremblingly, "Impossible..."
However, many memories flooded into her mind, lost and remembered, all seemed to show the authenticity of what the person in front of her said.
She embarked on the road to immortality, however, she did not become immortal.
If she became a fairy, why is she still here now
If she became a fairy, how could she have been insane for so many years
"If it's so easy to go from the upper realm to the lower realm," Qin Shuwen sneered, "Do you think that the dragon and phoenix clans would allow you to spoil their descendants like this? Nianchungui! Just relying on you, you think you can violate the rules of heaven and the lower realms ?”
"No... no..." Ninghua trembled, but all the memories came flooding out. She felt that her cultivation seemed to be disappearing little by little, and she screamed: "Impossible! This is impossible!"
As she spoke, she raised her sword and slashed at Qin Zichen, roaring angrily, "You lied to me, you must be trying to trick me not to kill him!"
Qin Zichen sat in the cold pool, his body emitting a faint light. Qin Shuwen opened the folding fan in his hand, and he chanted a mantra softly. The mantra appeared on the pure white folding fan, and then turned into rays of light, rushing towards Ninghua at high speed.
While facing these Huaguang, Ninghua slashed at Qin Zichen desperately. Even though Huaguang cut her body, she still rushed forward without hesitation, until a sword pierced through her body fiercely.
Holding the sword in the air, she slowly lowered her head and looked at the long sword in her body.
She recognizes this sword, and she made it with her own hands more than two thousand years ago.
At that time, she was only a monk in the late stage of foundation establishment, she raised a child, and that child told her that he wanted a sword.
So she searched for Xuantie everywhere, and hammered out the sword with not very good craftsmanship.
The sword is so well forged.
Two thousand years later, it is still exactly the same as before.
Years go by, people's hearts change, the time passes by, and the sea changes.
However, this sword seems to be an obsession, and it has always maintained the same appearance as before, without any change.
All the memories came flooding out, and she finally remembered them all.
She used his hand to kill Qin Feng, she sent him to Bai Zegu, she let him kill someone, and she married him.
The good and the bad all came flooding in.
As a sword cultivator, he cannot put down his sword. However, when she turned her head slowly and saw the calm face of the person holding the sword behind her, she suddenly felt that the sword in her hand was too heavy.
"Xuanhua..."
she murmured.
Xuan Hua drew out the sword and stabbed it in again. Before Ning Hua could react, Xuan Hua drew out the sword and stabbed again. Her abdomen was stabbed into a mess, and Xuan Hua's tears slowly fell.
Beside him was the sound of Qin Shuwen chanting a mantra, his small fan fanned lightly, and the mantra came out from the fan, as if it had incredible power. Countless memories were recalled between the two, Xuanhua's hand trembled slowly, Ninghua couldn't help smiling, she turned around, trembling hand, caressing his face.
Xuan Hua stared blankly at her, with blood and tears on his face.
"Xuanhua..." she said hoarsely, "I thought my obsession was enough."
"I thought I could restrain myself."
However, that is all self-deception.
A catastrophe of inner demons can destroy her until nothing is left.
In the thousand years of the Heart Demon Tribulation, she glimpsed the years after ascension, and insisted on cutting off all love and all affection. What is the end of this kind of ascension? It was just an invisible shackle and cage for myself, an unending loneliness and despair.
She thought that she didn't care about him, that she had never been tempted, but she realized in those thousand years that, in fact, she had already given this heart to this person.
She came out of the heart demon tribulation, crazy, the person in the heart demon tribulation became all her obsessions. She only remembers his kindness, and only remembers all their wonderful years. She deliberately forgot everything she had done in order not to face the cruelty of the truth.
However, what has been done will not be erased, and the wounds will not disappear. When she finally became an ordinary person, she realized how evil everything she had done was.
She looked at the tears of the young man in front of her, and recalled the year when he was able to establish the foundation for more than two thousand years.
That year he stood under the peach blossom tree, carrying the sword she forged for him on his back, waiting in front of her cave, and when she came out of retreat, she saw him leaning against the peach blossom tree, and slowly opened his eyes.
Those eyes are so beautiful, full of mountains and rivers and years, making her calm heart throb.
That was the first time she realized that the child who had been following her had grown into such a handsome and outstanding man.
At that time, his eyes were clear, full of tenderness and joy, he didn't know the world, he didn't understand the mundane world. At that time, she never had so many distracting thoughts in her heart. When she looked at him, she just thought that she hoped that he would have such eyes in his life.
I hope he doesn't have to grow up in his life. Bearing a long sword, traveling the world, eliminating demons and defending the way, the heart is like a mirror, not stained with dust.
However, as time passed, she had long since forgotten her original intention.
She sent him away with tenderness and kindness, hoping that he would learn about this dunya. However, in those four hundred years, she pursued fame and fortune, and wanted to make a name for herself, so she had already fallen into the world of mortals.
At that time, she had already lost her Dao heart.
She lied to herself with the words of her master. She knew that her Dao heart had been destroyed, but she was still unwilling to admit it.
Seeing him as bright as the bright moon, she became more and more aware of her humbleness. So there are distracting thoughts, and they are regarded as attachments, and finally come to the end, falling into the devil.
Where did she destroy herself in the heart demon tribulation
As early as a long time ago, when she treated him as a spirit beast in order to protect the position of the head of the sect, when she and the heads of various sects used the Phoenix Yuandan to improve their cultivation, when she did everything possible to maintain her reputation, when she and Other sects hunted and killed demon cultivators everywhere in order to quickly improve their cultivation base, and she had already fallen into a demon.
If the obsession is the way, then not every way is worthy of the blessing of heaven and longevity.
However, she understood it too late, or in other words, she always understood it, but she didn't dare to face it.
There was a dead silence in the eyes of the young man in front of him, with the determination to die together. She trembled and said hoarsely: "Xuan Hua, I'm sorry..."
Her response was another sword strike.
"I hate you." He said in pain, "I hate you too, myself."
"I'm sorry," Ninghua smiled slowly, grabbed his sword, slashed at her shoulder, and said with difficulty: "Don't hate yourself, it's me, I'm sorry."
As she spoke, she trembled and knelt down.
Her cultivation has gradually dissipated, her dao heart has been destroyed, and her demons have gone, and she will slowly return to the original point, turning into a mortal wife.
Xuanhua watched the person in front of her kneel down in front of her, stretched out her hand, placed it on her spine, and inserted her fingers suddenly. She used her only spiritual power to separate the keel that she deliberately blended into her joints, pulling out one by one. out.
It was really too much pain, but she felt happy. She snapped out one by one, and her back was torn bloody. However, her face was calm. After taking out all the bones, she tremblingly held them to Xuan Hua, and said in a hoarse voice: "This is, I owe you."
Xuan Hua looked at the keel in her hand, and after a while, he stretched out his hand and pressed on the bloody keel.
The dragon bone burst into glory, melting into his palm, and melting back into his body little by little. Xuan Hua was expressionless, looking at the pale woman in front of him, his eyes were darkened, and said coldly: "What you owe me, even if you die, you will not be able to pay it back."
Ninghua smiled wryly, and she said, "I know."
"What you gave me is already enough." Recalling how he stood beside her and pulled her sleeve when she was young, she felt peaceful in her heart. It was the first time she was so calm, and slowly said: "But I And forced you to give everything to me."
"It's my fault." Trembling, she picked up his sword, recalling what he said before taking off.
He said—I curse you, you will never get what you love, you can't get what you want, you will be hacked into pieces, and you will never be reborn!
This is his wish.
She has been bullying him all her life and never gave him anything. This was the only wish he had told her in so many years, so she agreed to him.
She cut her flesh and blood with his sword, and the flesh and blood fell down piece by piece, as if it was her long memory.
With a low voice and a smile, she said slowly: "When I picked you up, you were only five years old and very well-behaved. I liked you very much at that time, and I thought how could there be such a cute child in this world."
"You have been well-behaved since you were a child, and you don't want anything. The only thing you told me was that the Taoist boy who envied Ziyang Daojun had a grasshopper. Actually, I don't know how to weave grasshoppers. I specially found an old agriculturalist to coax you. happy."
"When you were 21 years old when you established the foundation, I went out to see you. At that time, I thought you were extremely handsome. I don't think there is anyone in this world who is more handsome than you."
"When you were twenty-five years old, I took you on the snow, and the snow covered your hair and mine. At that time, I wanted to grow old with you in my heart. But when I realized it, I was afraid, I am afraid that you will destroy my way, and I am afraid that you will disturb my heart. So I will send you away... I will send you away."
"I'm afraid of you, but I love you." She laughed foolishly, cutting off her own flesh and blood with one sword after another. Xuan Hua listened quietly with a calm face. After two thousand years, this matter was finally settled.
He watched her flesh and blood fall, and felt that what fell was not her flesh and blood, but these two thousand and one hundred years.
He remembered all the past she told. Her good, her bad, she is all of his two thousand and one hundred years, even if it is hatred, it also fills his entire life.
She finally cut off the last piece of flesh and blood, exposing the bloody bones and internal organs. She looked up at him and reached out to hold her heart.
Only the last step, she came to the end.
She stared at him with clear eyes and a gentle face. Just like the Foundation Establishment monk two thousand and one hundred years ago. At that time, she was not the leader of swordsmanship, she did not establish a sect, she was not a powerful old craftsman who lived in legends.
Her name is Ninghua, and she is just an ordinary monk among these monks.
He likes her like this, what he likes is such an ordinary Ninghua.
"Xuan Hua," she looked at him quietly, and smiled, "Two thousand and one hundred years, you are still called Xuan Hua, and you still have this sword, what are you doing?"
"Because," Xuan Hua said hoarsely, "I liked you back then."
"What now?"
"Many years ago," Xuanhua raised his hand, pointed to his heart, and said slowly, "I have been here and set up a tombstone for Ninghua. In my heart, she has been dead for many years, many years."
Ninghua didn't speak, she stared at him blankly. After a long time, she chuckled and closed her eyes.
Tears fell from her eyes, she wanted to cry so much, but she didn't know how to cry for too long.
She wanted to cry like an ordinary girl, but when she opened her mouth, she found that she couldn't make a sound.
So she finally understood that some things are lost, and there is no way to get back.
Just like some people left, there is no way to keep them.
She sighed: "Xuanhua..."
At that very moment, she held the hand of the heart violently, the heart shattered instantly, and her body slowly shattered into pieces. She raised her head, looked at the tearful young man standing in front of her, and said hoarsely: "Xuan Hua ah… "
The wind carried her fragments away, carrying her sigh like a murmur.
She seemed to have a lot to say, but didn't continue. Xuan Hua watched the fragments dissipate in the wind, looked at the flesh and blood on the ground, and laughed wantonly.
He staggered to the place where she was kneeling, looked at the flesh and blood, laughed and held the flesh, biting and devouring it.
He smiled while weeping, blood mixed with tears left from the corner of his mouth, but he didn't care.
In two thousand and one hundred years, this relationship, whether it is love or hate, whether it is despair or joy, is over.
The man finally freed him in such a decisive and pathetic way.
He no longer hates, he no longer suffers, he is free.
But too long a habit made him unable to leave calmly, he bit her flesh and blood, recalling her past.
He couldn't think of her badness, only remembered those years, the years when she was alone with him.
Her flesh and blood were torn off by him bite by bite, and there was finally no trace of her in this world. Xuan Hua knelt on the ground blankly, and saw something hidden in the clothes she left behind.
Trembling, he opened his shirt.
On the lawn, a blood-stained grasshopper lay quietly there.
That grasshopper was yellow, and it seemed to be a long time ago, a long time ago.
Xuan Hua picked up the grasshopper with trembling hands, pressed it tightly to his chest, and howled loudly.