The letter was wrapped in a thin piece of paper and a stone page as thin as cicada wings.
There were only five seal characters on the top of the stone page for gifting the destined person, and below it was the simplified kendo experience. Zhao Xunzhi carefully put it away before reading the letter again.
After a while, she looked startled. This letter was not written to future generations.
It says:
"Your Majesty, I have personally informed you that I was running around to avoid enemies earlier, but fortunately I found a place to live in the fairy city. I am deeply loved and grateful.
At that time, when the old traitor Xin Qi passed away, the serious troubles in his heart had been eliminated, and the Liutai Sect no longer had anything to fear. Now that the blood feud for many years was finally over, Gu Jiu felt happy, but also worried.
Going here to slaughter the sect and exterminate the family is not allowed by the sect's righteousness, and there are many dangers. There are nine out of ten cases where the bones are buried in the Liutai. If you are lucky enough to return, you will not be able to escape the end of being anonymous and hiding in the east. Your family and life will always be at risk. run.
After the tragedy at Liutai, Gu Jiu had already become a desperate man. There was nothing to fear about his own death, but Zhuo Jing had no one to entrust him to, so he might not have a good death. Every time I think about this, I can't sleep at night, I'm disturbed by nightmares, and I feel even more painful.
Zhuojing is pure and kind but ignorant. He does not know the difference between grains and grains. He does not know right from wrong. He has no blood relatives to take care of and no friends to interact with. Moreover, he is afraid of strangers and has not been shown to others for many years. Therefore, if Gu Jiuruo dies, the monks of the sect may not be able to Knowing the existence of Zhuo Jing, Venerable Wanwang protected her so that she could enjoy the rest of her life in peace.
And if this matter will hinder the Venerable, please entrust the Zhuojing to Gu Jiu's old friend, Chen Yunqian of the Duying Mountain Yuheng Sect.
This trip was a near-death experience, and I didn't dare to escape unscathed, so I had to ask my wife for help before the battle, and cut off my tender thoughts. Life is a time to come back, and death is a time of longing for each other. But please tell Zhuo Jing, Your Majesty, I am going to die now without worrying about Gu Jiu. The bond between life and death is broad, and I will be with you in the next life.
Gu Jiu's masterpiece. "
Every word is sincere and every sentence is affectionate. If you had not seen this final letter today, it would be difficult to imagine that a proud and proud man like Gu Jiu would have a moment of tenderness for his first wife.
And if, as Venerable Dehe said, his wife is a mortal, then after all these long years, she may have turned into a handful of loess. Moreover, Gu Jiuxin also said that she does not know things or distinguish things, which is even more disturbing. The identity of this person has become confusing.
Zhao Shun turned over the letter paper, and there were several lines of small words on the back. Under the words, a small portrait was drawn with a stroke of ink. It was not very detailed, but it was extremely expressive.
The woman in the painting was only half-length, and her face was soaked in ink and turned into a blur. Zhao Xuan tried to use the magic of pushing the ink, but failed. It can be seen that the person who painted the portrait deliberately wanted to blur her face.
She looked at it intently for several moments, and for some reason, although she could not see the facial features clearly, she felt extremely familiar. It made people feel that the woman in the painting was quiet and gentle, as if she had seen it somewhere before.
Zhao Shun was very surprised that just a small portrait with an outline of the figure gave people a simple and real sense of intimacy. Even most monks did not have such a temperament. How could ordinary people really be like this?
With doubts in her heart, she moved her eyes to the small characters, which probably meant that Venerable Dehe should hand over the sword stone token, that is, the small crystal sword, to someone who appreciates and trusts him. It was not what Dehe said. It was handed over to the descendants of the same clan as Gu Jiu.
It must have been difficult for Gu Jiu at that time to think that there would be people in the Lingzhen Sect who could ascend. After all, he and others also relied on other methods to enter the sky.
And Dehe may not have read this final letter. According to what others said, he knew that the Immortal Sect soldiers came to the city that day, and after his broken arm proved it, he never entered the Xuanhong Tower again, let alone opened the sword stone and read Gu Jiu. The letters left behind.
Even so, the Hui Jing Xiaojian ended up in Zhao Chun's hands by mistake, as if there was some theorem in the dark to bring things that had deviated back onto the right track.
"Gu Jiu's swordsmanship is amazing, and I was originally a swordsman with him. I have learned a lot about the sword this time." She sighed, carefully put away the letter, and then picked up the fallen square stone. Fill it in, and countless sword cultivators will come here in admiration. Before the sword intention dissipates, it will also burn out the last remaining warmth of Dingxian City.
When Gu Jiu set up the sword and stone, had he already thought of today's situation?
Zhao Shun stood up and walked out, and then came out of the tower to meet Qingyang. It happened to be a starry night, and suddenly he saw a dim star, throwing a long ray of light towards the horizon, and then disappeared.
The city also responded to the scene with the solemn and solemn sound of the bell ringing. It was the death knell, which also means impermanence, and it happened to be opposite to the longevity bell for the birth of a newborn baby.
And there are only a few people who can make Dingxian City hit the death knell at the time of death.
"Yes..." Qingyang was slightly startled.
"Venerable Dehe." Zhao Chun responded.
This was the first time she had witnessed the death of Venerable Waihua. When he was alive, he was powerful and illustrious, but at the moment of his death, he was still unable to escape the lengthy silence and loneliness...
That's why thousands of monks strive to achieve transcendent immortality.
The sound of the death knell reached his ears, causing the already panic-stricken Dingxian City to fall into endless fear. Zhao Xuan followed the place where the stars fell, and suddenly his eyes moved, and he found a new star in the sky, although the light was shallow. It's subtle, but it can't be ignored.
Thousands of sails pass by the side of the sunken boat. This is the way of alternation between the old and the new, and the order of all things.
…
In the wild ancient land, I saw a man staggering, holding a sword in mid-air, with thousands of miles of loess and undulating ravines beneath his feet!
Behind him was an old man in a wide robe and long sleeves, with a tall frame and a skinny figure. His eyes were shining brightly. At this moment, he was chasing after him. He frowned secretly and said, "I only hate that divine eye that can penetrate the sky." After using it, I haven’t refined it yet, otherwise I would have already obtained it.”
He pursed his lips, looked at the fleeing man, and shouted: "Youlong, you can only survive in my hands now with the help of the master's treasures. The power of externalization is not something that a true infant like you can stop." , If you had not surrendered earlier, you would have suffered less!"
The woman in front of her paused for a moment, and suddenly stopped there, glaring angrily and saying: "How can I, a righteous monk, collude with the evil spirits? I can't do anything to you, but you can't kill me. The externalized venerable is nothing to me." What’s there to be afraid of!”
Xie Jing stretched out his hand to cover his abdomen tightly. This was due to the evil cultivator's evil tactics before. He was pierced through the abdomen by a strange formation that he had never seen before. He didn't know what kind of evil spell was cast in it. He is still bleeding even now. I'm afraid The internal organs have already been injured.
Three inches below the navel is the Dantian. If I hadn't had a keen sense of consciousness and got out of the way immediately, I would have been hit by it as if it were the foundation of my practice!
Hearing this, Tian Tong had a slightly unhappy expression on his face. He glanced at his injuries and suddenly raised his eyes and said, "Even though the priority of this trip is to capture him alive, if you persist in your obsession, I will take your head back and you will be able to do the same." Come on, let’s see how long the treasure on your body can protect you!”
He pointed two fingers together, and Xie Jing suddenly felt that his mind was sluggish. There were many figures in front of him, so he had to quickly pick up the orb in his hand to collect his thoughts.
