Zhang Lan woke up leisurely outside Fengning City. When he looked up, he saw that Fengning in the distance had turned into a huge furnace. Li Xiuzhen stood in the furnace and suppressed the demonic energy of regret with his mortal body.
The scorching air waves spread for tens of miles, and several white clouds above Fenning City were rolled up and crushed to form a huge whirlpool. People in the city still did not understand the situation at this time, and they all raised their heads and sighed at the nature with their mobile phones. of miracles.
Zhang Lan stood up, shook his head and looked around. Surrounding him were more than 300 monks who had gone to death together with him.
Strange, isn't he dead?
Zhang Lan stood up tremblingly. He could feel that his soul and body were not perfectly connected, and he still needed some time to adapt to his body.
What happened, Zhang Lanru thought.
A hand suddenly rested on Zhang Lan's shoulder. Zhang Lan turned around in a panic, but only saw a young man he didn't recognize.
"Who are you?" Zhang Lan asked doubtfully.
The young man in front of him was not wearing modern clothes, and his eyes looked at him as lovingly as if he were looking at a junior.
"Zhang Lan? Why did you impersonate the Fengming Sect's name?"
The young man said: "When you committed suicide in Zhizhu Lane, you gave the name of Fengming Sect..." As he spoke, the young man raised his head and looked in the direction of Fengning City, "But I remember that Fengming Sect has Li Xiuzhen is no longer popular."
"This..." Zhang Lan was speechless.
"You are not a cultivator among strangers, nor a disciple of Fengming Sect. Are you a casual cultivator?" The young man took back his hand and said thoughtfully: "Do you think Fengming Sect's name sounds good when it is resoundingly known? No. Damn it, those useless cultivators from Fengming Sect have all died in Laizhou in the battle to protect the country..."
"Shut up!" Zhang Lan said angrily.
"Oh?" The young man looked at Zhang Lan with a faint smile: "Am I right?"
Zhang Lan's face turned red and he didn't care who the other party was: "You know what, what are useless monks? They are heroes! Fengming Sect is just a second-rate sect in Laizhou. After the fall of the three northeastern states, all the first-rate sects When all the sects moved south, only Sect Leader Cheng Xiao of Fengming Sect and his disciples resisted the enemy!"
"So what, he's still dead." The young man pretended to be relaxed and said, but his eyes were still staring at Zhang Lan.
Zhang Lan was furious when he heard this, "They were the first batch of resisters after the fall of the three northeastern states. Without supplies or support, they still held off hundreds of thousands of enemies. They are dead, but Lord Li Xiuzhen is still alive, right?"
"Li Xiuzhen is about to die too." The young man said abruptly.
A punch roared out, pointing directly at the man's face.
good!
The young man admired secretly in his heart and pressed Zhang Lan's fist casually.
Zhang Lan's offensive stopped suddenly, but the next second it still hit like a storm.
He's a good seedling and very stubborn.
The young man stretched out his hand with a smile, and just pinched Zhang Lan's fist to protect himself, but he could no longer move forward.
"I believe you can judge the gap between you and me. Do you still want to fight?"
Zhang Lan didn't hesitate at all. Even though his fists were dripping with blood and his bones were exposed, he kept punching.
"I will not stop punching until you apologize to the dead heroes." Zhang Lan gritted his teeth.
"Okay." The young man said with a smile.
At this time, Zhang Lan had not noticed that the sun that was supposed to be in the morning was already hanging in the sky for some reason.
After hundreds of punches, Zhang Lan's momentum gradually faded.
The young man looked back at the direction of Fengning City, and then looked at Zhang Lan, who was hunched over with his arms hanging down.
History books will not record that Li Xiuzhen was a good Buddhist monk, but people will remember him as a Buddhist monk who passed down hope.
Thinking of this, the young man raised his head to the sky and exhaled heavily.
Wherever there are flames, that’s where our cultivators’ swords are directed.
Fight for those compatriots who were harmed by demons, fight to purify the evil in this world, as long as there is one breath left, the little bits of fire will never go out.
Lord Sword Immortal, have we, the cultivators, ever done anything wrong?
The young man snapped his fingers, and a wisp of blue flame burst out from his fingertips. He slowly lowered his head and looked at Zhang Lan, just like the sword immortal looking at him a thousand years ago.
"Zhang Lan, remember what you said today."
After saying that, the man held the fireworks tightly in one hand and let the flames burn through his entire body.
Zhang Lan was confused by the man's series of actions. For some reason, he suddenly wanted to step forward and hug the young man, because he seemed to see the fate of the two of them being the same.
Zhang Qingzhi, the founder of Fengming Sect, died in battle under the Demon Suppression Stone a thousand years ago.
The former leader of Fengming Sect, Li Xiuzhen, died in Fengning City five years ago.
The surrounding air seemed to be freezing. It was originally in the south, but now there was thick snow piled up for hundreds of miles around.
The man in the fiery red robe walked step by step towards the frozen sea. There was a wooden hairpin on the man's head engraved with the words "Xia Xia". The man's left hand held a wisp of flame and his right hand held a talisman sword. Looking at the three giant ships parked in the sky, he couldn't help but laugh heartily.
The last leader of the Fengming Sect, Zhang Lan, died in the battle at Wangjiang City in Nanhai.
The young man's body disappeared in the flames, leaving only a white jade plaque.
Zhang Lan stepped forward and picked it up, and wrote five words: Fengming Zong Zhang Lan.
On the wasteland outside the city, a man with almost useless arms cried in tears while holding the white jade-carved "Nothing" sign.
"Is this also part of your plan?"
Li Qingqu looked up at Li Xiuzhen and murmured.
Li Xiuzhen, who was sitting in the sky, looked expressionlessly in the direction of Zhang Lan, only glanced at it and then hurriedly looked back.
How did Zhang Lan know the appearance of the man hanging in the Fengming Sect's ancestral hall.
I am probably the last person who remembers his face.
Li Xiuzhen grinned, he finally did not let Fengming Sect lose its incense.
There was a heavy rain in the sky, which was Hui's last struggle.
The hairpins stuck in the two places where the egrets and cranes are singing rise up into the sky, and the formation finally starts to operate at this moment.
Behind Li Xiuzhen is the afterimage of Ye Yuxin. At this moment, Ye Yuxin is as fragile as a swaddled baby. And Li Xiuzhen, who was standing in front of her, was holding on to what the human race had been protecting for thousands of years.
The sword of fire circled around Li Xiuzhen and erupted with dazzling fire, which was a symbol of its response to humans.
The sword of thunder is deeply rooted in Shuiyang River, and the purest thunder method in the world is spread throughout the river.
Strong pressure enveloped the entire Fenning City, and even the dullest people felt that the air today was a bit stuffy.
"Sorry."
Li Xiuzhen sighed heavily as he looked at Hui, who had turned into a black dragon and only wanted to break through the obstacles.
Regret's figure suddenly paused, and his ethereal body actually flinched a little at this moment.
Because Li Xiuzhen on his head had blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth, and the ferry that could store spiritual energy on his body had begun to collapse. Even so, the old man was more calm and calm, and he could not see any trace of fear in him.
That's death! It’s something that humans can’t escape for thousands of years!
"Eternal life is a good thing." Li Xiuzhen said slowly: "But after you live for a long time and see a lot, you feel that big and small things don't matter. The reason why I have reached this point is the punishment given to me by Lord Sword Immortal. It's my fault that I don't have it." Save every innocent civilian."
"Master Sword Immortal, the ancestor of all arts, does he think that the suffering of human beings is indifferent?"
The sword fairy didn't answer him. In the illusion, he was still the naked man under the waterfall. He took a deep breath and knocked the waterfall back. Li Xiuzhen watched this scene thoughtfully.
The sword fairy slowly walked out of the water, and the bamboo leaves suddenly rustled down.
Li Xiuzhen saw countless possibilities in each bamboo leaf, but still did not see the one he wanted.
"Cultivation."
The sword immortal spoke, and he said gently: "You can't go back."
"Master Sword Immortal is wrong!" Li Xiuzhen said suddenly.
"What's wrong?" Sword Immortal said with a smile.
"The realm of the Sword of Fire is not a sea of fire, but wood restrained by fire and water restrained by fire?" Li Xiuzhen picked up a bamboo leaf and said with a smile, "Is this the Bodhi leaf and the Time River?"
One flower, one world, one leaf, one Bodhi.
"Yes, now that you know, what should you do?" Sword Immortal did not hide anything, but was even more looking forward to Li Xiuzhen's next answer.
"Can fire be like water?"
The sword immortal narrowed his eyes and shook his head slightly.
"Master Sword Immortal's lying skills are not as good as ours." Li Xiuzhen said with a hearty laugh.
The sword fairy turned his back and said nothing, but said: "Would you like to meet them?"
Li Xiuzhen knelt on his knees: "Li Xiuzhen boldly begged the Sword Immortal to grant Linzhou Zhang Lan a chance."
"Oh? That's your opportunity." Sword Immortal walked back into the water again and glanced back after hearing this.
Li Xiuzhen grinned: "I have lived long enough, give them a chance. Cheng Xiao attaches great importance to the inheritance of the family. If the Fengming Sect's incense is broken in my hands, he will beat me to death."
The Sword Immortal smiled and said no more. He just waved his hand and sent a bamboo leaf to Li Xiuzhen's hand.
"I'll wait for you on the Huangquan Road." Sword Immortal said.
"No need to worry, Lord Sword Immortal."
"When you were a child, you were afraid of the dark and loved to cry when walking at night. The road to the underworld is so difficult, and I was afraid that you would cry like you did when you went up the mountain, with snot and tears."
A strange voice came from behind Li Xiuzhen. Li Xiuzhen was startled, but the tears in the eyes of the old man who had his back to the Sword Immortal had already slipped down.
"Master, I... am not young anymore."
Cheng Xiao held Li Xiuzhen's head from behind and said with a smile: "No matter how old you are, you are still a child to Master!"
In an instant, Li Xiuzhen was no longer an old man with gray hair and beard. He once again became a child with a runny nose and chewed brown sugar, while his master was still standing beside him, rubbing his head and grabbing the candy in his pocket. The two remaining candies.
"Master Sword Immortal, thank you." Li Xiuzhen said with a choked voice.
The Jianxian looked at the backs of the older and the younger ones, his eyebrows curved and his eyes soft. Hearing this, he just waved his hands and said no more. The time at this moment belonged to the miserable couple and had nothing to do with him.
In Fengning City, Li Xiuzhen raised his eyes and saw three golden steps slowly appearing in the sky.
"No...this is impossible...this is impossible!" Xiang shouted in despair as he looked at the emergence of the ladder that day.
"Repent, you saved Ye Yu, I thank you, so I decided..." Li Xiuzhen smiled: "beat you half to death."
After saying that, a lotus flower appeared in Li Xiuzhen's palm, and every inch of the land in Fengning City was covered with fire lotuses, blooming at this moment.
Li Xiuzhen, you lied to me, there will be no more possibilities in the future. All possibilities are this fire lotus that resembles the heart-quenching fire.
Yes, Li Xiuzhen, who said that only you with the heart-quenching fire will be you in the future?
It turns out that this is the road to becoming a god. It turns out that this is the pinnacle.
Li Xiuzhen, time is running out. We are not young people and we have no more rhetoric. Tell me what you want.
Li Xiuzhen lowered his head and watched the fire lotus pieces falling. He recalled his life, but at this time he didn't know how to put a final word on his life.
Li Xiuzhen smiled. He looked at Ye Yuxin who had turned into a girl and smiled miserably.
My life is full of regrets. I lost my father when I was young, my teacher when I was young, I have no children when I am old, and I have done all kinds of bad things.
In the history books of later generations, Zhang Qingzhi, Cheng Xiao, Li Xiuzhen, and Zhang Lan had more than ten pages of writing.
And the biography, which has been regarded as a model by countless fire practitioners in later generations, begins with four big characters.
Feng Ming Zong Biography.
Li Xiuzhen of the Fengming Sect lost his father when he was young. The Yellow River burst its banks when he was seven years old. His mother took him to avoid the flood. He drowned on the middle road. Cheng Xiao introduced Zhen into Fengming. At the age of twelve, Japan invaded. Cheng Xiao died in battle outside Jinling. It was another eight years before the fire entered the city. During the New Deal, Fengming's only son went to the south of the Yangtze River. The fire lotus bloomed and the demons were exterminated. The demon-suppressing stone had been left for decades, and he sat in the middle of the foreign guest hall. Fengning met Ye Yu when he crossed the river, and the fire method was ruthless. There is love; the real person raises his hand to let go, the fireworks are cold in the Zhizhu Lane; holding the two swords in the relay between heaven and earth, he opens the gate of heaven alone and appears in the world; he has been doing good and cultivating his true self throughout his life, but he mistakenly carved that day into his heart; in order to leave hope in the world, his body and soul are extinguished It is not a pity; fortunately, Zhang Lan continued his ambition and the fire of purifying the world is in the world.
Of course, after reading this best-selling biography, Tang Yifeng also said: exaggerated.
This is certainly a pretty good evaluation, at least for Tang Yifeng.
No one knew Li Xiuzhen's state of mind at that moment. He truly saw the future that Lu Yu said, which was the real future of mankind.
So regret cannot die, he still has to live to do many things.
But as long as the demon is extinguished, the one he owes will never be his master.
Lu Yu didn't say anything after listening to Li Xiuzhen's complaint. He just breathed a sigh of relief and left.
Li Xiuzhen finally stretched out his hand to hold the sword, regretting that his body began to tremble at this moment.
The heavenly steps began to shine at this moment, and began to extend upward into a fourth block!
I don't want anything, nothing. If you live too long, if you don't die early, it will be a disaster for the world.
You have never truly lived for yourself.
Since the day I lost my mother, I have never lived for myself.
So what do you want.
I want.
Li Xiuzhen showed a smile, and the fire lotus in his hand withered.
No regrets in this world.
The fairy sword slashed down, and Hui's real body was severely injured and let out a wail. The fireworks left by the fairy sword at the wound were still burning Hui's body, and the operation of the formation completely cut off Hui's chance to turn back time. Li Xiuzhen turned his back and grasped that mental image. At this moment, Li Xiuzhen chose to take back all the power to suppress regret.
Having lost his suppression, Xiu Zhen broke through the obstacle in the blink of an eye and came behind Li Xiuzhen. At this time, Li Xiuzhen did not care that Hui's sharp blade had come to his back, but slowly turned the fire lotus into a slender red line, slowly The earth slowly poured into Ye Yuxin's eyebrows.
Hui's sharp blade pointed directly at Ye Yuxin's heart, blood spattered, but Li Xiuzhen blocked the attack.
Li Xiuzhen turned around and looked at Hui in a joking way, mockingly saying, "Are you anxious?"
With regret, the surrounding scene began to reverse, with rainwater flying upwards, passers-by walking backwards, and the sun moving from west to east.
"Li Xiuzhen, you can't beat me. Your efforts are all in vain. As long as I turn back time, you will..." He said with a sinister smile, but the smile suddenly solidified on his face.
Because at this time, Li Xiuzhen and Ye Yuxin were not only unaffected, but Ye Yuxin's mind was still rapidly becoming bloody and full of meridians.
In the eyes of regret and surprise, Li Xiuzhen looked up at Tianjie and said with a smile: "I don't need any heavenly gate to prove myself, I just need to save one more person, just one more."
People in the world only know that time is like water, but have they ever known that you can get new life in the sea of fire?
Li Xiuzhen pinched the bamboo leaf. In the bodhi leaf was a new sprout after the sea of fire.
Destruction does not mean death, and regret does not mean there is no way back.
All I want is to have a bowl of spicy soup in the morning, that's all.
As Xiu Zhen roared, Li Xiuzhen closed his eyes and blocked Xiu's attacks again and again with his body until blood filled the air and his body began to break.
"You have never experienced despair because you never care about us." Li Xiuzhen grabbed Hui's blade and mocked: "Why are you so afraid? Is it because of me? Because of Ye Yuxin? Or..." Li Xiuzhen He smiled and said, "Because the Sword Immortal is Ye Yu?"
In that bamboo forest, Li Xiuzhen, who saw the Sword Immortal for the first time under the leadership of his attendants, was stunned for a long time.
Because that man looked exactly like Ye Yu.
At this moment, Li Xiuzhen realized.
The reason why Lu Yu came to look for him was because Lu Yu had already seen the remnant soul of the Sword Immortal in the Wooden Sword. He must know the ins and outs of these things better than he did.
Is there anything more terrifying to demons than resurrecting the Sword Immortal?
of course not!
Seeing Xiu's body shaking because of fear, Li Xiuzhen only felt funny.
It turns out that monsters are also afraid.
