"What happens after Cong Ren dies?"
In the bustling Chunyu town of Huangliang, a Taoist stopped there in the rain. The woman in black dress holding an umbrella not far in front of him asked calmly.
"Death is death, there is no future." Li Shi stood in the rain sincerely, "In other words, everyone must die, including the goddess, senior Qinglian, Shenhe, my master, my junior brother, even Me. Everything, everything.”
The woman in black skirt who came from the capital of the gods looked deeply at the Taoist in front of her who spoke all the frightening words in an extremely calm and sincere tone.
After a long time, Yao Ji raised her head, looked at the Styx River, and said slowly: "You remind me of someone, that is a certain emperor or a senior of your Huaian."
Li Shi naturally understood who Yao Ji was talking about. He stood wet in the spring rain and said softly: "We are different from His Majesty Emperor Huai. He is a lunatic who only sees the human world but no human beings. But we are different. I learned to love the world from my master, and I also learned how to love the world from a certain master."
The Taoist said with great sincerity.
"What makes us who we are are the traces of our predecessors. Of course, that includes the Goddess. When something is destroyed, new things will emerge. Broken bones will always be stronger."
"We have learned a lot. At this point, we must sincerely thank the goddess and all the predecessors for the lessons they have experienced through history."
Yao Ji looked at Li Shi quietly and said slowly: "When you become the tallest people in the world, maybe you will think about something different. In Kyoto, there is an emperor from Huai'an. Maybe he can be a very good one." Good example."
Li Shi said sincerely: "Yes, what we do is naturally the history we hate. Just like what my master thought, strong people always have the idea of making the world change as they wish. .So we will also leave behind some things. For example, some people are responsible for fanning the flames, and some people are responsible for killing people like us after the dust of the story has settled. All dust will return to dust, and we are not people who will overflow when full. Rather, we must cut off all existence, erase the completed Old Testament, and return the human world to the human world.”
Yao Ji looked deeply at this Shanheguan Taoist for a long time.
"I probably understand why the world always likes to call you people who watch mountains and rivers crazy."
Evildoers are only sinners.
Those who hold things and thoughts that frighten the world and cannot understand them are the ones who are crazy.
Li Shi sincerely looked up at the spring rain in the world, and said softly: "Please forgive me, Goddess, because we are really afraid that people like Bai Fengyu will appear again in the world."
No one knows, if it weren't for Cong Ren's sword.
What will the entire Huaian look like in the white wind and rain?
Yao Ji said softly: "There are not many people in the world who make me feel afraid, but you are. Even under the River Styx, the emperor who met you never made me feel this way. Because of that emperor's Everything is my own, and I will be angered by others who dare not speak out but dare to do so.”
The woman in black dress who had returned from the River Styx stood under the umbrella and looked at the Taoist in front of her with a complicated expression.
"But you are not. Even I may accept your logic. Those things are like grass roots that cannot be burned by wildfire, and there is always the possibility of reappearing in the world."
"When I saw those things, I had my doubts."
"Above and below the River Styx, which one is the human world and which one is the Kingdom of Hades?"
Li Shi said softly: "I have never seen the world of Styx that the goddess mentioned, so I can't talk about these things. It's just like turning my head in the sky but not turning around like a dream. It's a big dream. So what if I believe this is the world?" "
Yao Ji stood quietly under the spring umbrella, looking at the Taoist who was soaked in the rain, and after a long time she said slowly: "I don't know what the difference is."
"Did the goddess talk about the human world and the underworld, or us and Bai Fengyu?"
"Yes."
Li Shi smiled slightly and raised his hand to wipe the rain off his face.
"Then so do we."
Maybe everything really makes no difference.
Just like Zhang Xiaoyu, who was dressed in blood, once said in Nanyi City——
"Any story that uses selfish desires to coerce people into doing things that harm them is unacceptable and unforgivable."
"Someone commits a logical paradox of using a mistake to prove a mistake."
"Or maybe they already know everything is right and wrong."
"But he went his own way."
So there was such a white-clothed swordsman who had denounced everything in Nanyi City with great anger.
In the end, he also fell into the story of everything that went his own way.
It all comes down to it.
It's just because I'm afraid of a storm that happened a hundred years ago.
So it brought a bigger storm.
Yao Ji didn't say anything more, holding an umbrella and passing by the Taoist.
To her story, all the people in the world are naturally irrelevant.
She was used as a weapon by Taoists.
The same goes for a certain Jianya senior.
In front of the town, there was an ugly Taoist standing silently in the rain holding an umbrella.
A woman in a black dress stopped in front of him, looked at him for a long time, and then asked him a question.
"What is the true love in this world, Liu Sanyue."
The ugly Taoist stood there in silence for a long time before looking at the people coming and going like mushrooms in the spring rain.
"I don't know, Lady Goddess."
Liu Sanyue, who could not be persuaded by the woman who came from the River Styx with awe-inspiring divine power, was confused by a certain Dao sect brother.
People in the world are never the same.
When the ice of cognition is broken, thoughts will jump out of the water like fish.
Everyone holds their own principles.
That's why disputes arise.
Maybe the story goes back a long way.
It is still something left to the world by the master of Mojian Yaya.
Liu Sanyue remained silent in the wind and rain.
The stronger a person's faith is, the more difficult it is for him to wake up after being shaken.
So when Liu Chunfeng ran out of the alley covered in spring rain, Liu Sanyue was still at a loss.
"We should kill him."
The fake capital of Yushan, which had been shocked by the story of the goddess, woke up much faster.
The ugly Taoist just looked at the Chunfeng Taoist in a daze.
"He knew that the people from Xuanxuyuan were in Yaofeng and outside the town." Liu Chunfeng looked regretful.
"That's why he handed the umbrella to you."
Liu Sanyue suddenly opened his eyes wide and turned to look at the long street of the town.
In the misty spring rain, the Taoist figure had really disappeared this time.
The Taoist finally came to his senses and looked at the umbrella in his hand.
The four words Chapter 19 written in Taoist script on the umbrella ribs are slowly dispersing.
The Taoist who returned from time knew that four words like that were not difficult for people like Liu Sanyue to understand.
Especially Liu Sanyue has personally experienced many lives and deaths.
It's easy to guess those things.
Therefore, one can easily be distracted by that kind of frightening conjecture.
So the two Taoists in Chunyu Town finally remembered the cluster of peach blossom-like blood on the right shoulder of Taoist Li Shi from Shanhe Temple.
Yes, there's more than just blood there.
There is still a lot of residual sword intent.
With that kind of sword intention, even if you only realize it in hindsight, you will feel an extremely cold and sharp meaning.
Li Shi was carrying a bloody sword like this, how could he not be injured?
But the things represented by those four words and the Taoist's back calmly walking away in the alley, made both of them a little panicked for a moment.
How could such a thing be a dead end?
The young man brought an umbrella close to the sword cultivator in white, but he could be resolved by mountains and rivers.
Even if Xuanxuyuan really paid a heavy price to keep that Taoist here. It's never the worst outcome.
On the contrary, this is an excellent result.
But the words from Chapter 19 of Five Thousand Words of Blue Ox gave them too much chill.
causing them to ignore such logic.
"Maybe it's too late."
The ugly Taoist opened his eyes wide and slowly lowered his eyes, looking at the raindrops under the umbrella, and said softly.
Liu Chunfeng just walked through the long street with a calm and determined expression.
“Always give it a try.”
Liu Sanyue did not catch up.
The purpose of his coming here is to find traces of such a senior brother.
Now that it has been found, the next thing is about Xuansheyuan.
Even if his divine sea is not exhausted, such a story is not something that only he, who is in the ninth realm of Xiaodao, can participate in.
Liu Chunfeng's figure also disappeared on Chunyu Street.
Liu Sanyue turned to look at Yao Ji under the umbrella, and said softly: "So the person who is going to die in the world is Senior Cong Ren of the Sword Sect?"
Yao Ji said calmly: "Yes."
Liu Sanyue stood there in silence, and the street was filled with water vapor, like many unbelievable dreams.
"The goddess may not believe it."
The ugly-looking Taoist looked down at his own appearance in the puddles on the street.
"I always thought I would die earlier than Senior Cong Ren."
The Taoist said, raising his head with a very complicated smile.
"Many people in the world have thought that they would die earlier than others like them - a thousand years is a long and unattainable time for the world."
Liu Sanyue paused for a long time, and then said softly: "But I still don't understand, what kind of story did they use to make a senior like Cong Ren die?"
Yao Ji said calmly: "It's a very simple story."
Liu Sanyue looked at Yao Ji.
The latter extracted a very simple sentence from the stories he saw in Taoists.
"They stole a certain bone from Xuanxuyuan."
So Cong Ren walked into a story of life and death.
Liu Sanyue stood there in a daze.
Naturally, he had heard the story about the bone in Xuanxuyuan.
That is the arm bone of Qingxuanxu.
A bone suitable for holding a sword.
The Taoist looked to the north.
Maybe this former Minister of War in Huaidu has understood a lot of things.
...
When Lu Xiaosan rode the big gourd back to the island, he found that the young man in Qingshang who usually just drank wine and looked at the sea quietly like an old man stood up for a rare occasion.
This made the little boy a little curious. He jumped down from the gourd and walked around the grass for several times before asking, "Senior, what are you looking at?"
Cao Weiying took a sip of wine and said calmly: "Watch two teenagers fight."
The little boy became more interested. He stood on tiptoes next to Cao Weiying and looked into the distance, but unfortunately he couldn't see anything.
The coast was calm at dusk, and the demon fleets were almost finished. Behind the wind was the wind, behind the sea was the sea, and above the sky was only the sky.
Of course Lu Xiaosan is not talking nonsense.
It was the conclusion he came to after becoming a sword cultivator these days and flying around on a gourd very proudly.
He really didn't know whether the East China Sea was 490,000 miles away.
But probably the direction Cao Weiying is looking at is as empty as the 490,000 miles of the East China Sea.
"Where are the teenagers fighting? Senior, are you kidding me?"
Lu Xiaosan looked around for a while, but didn't see anything, so he turned to Cao Weiying and asked.
Cao Weiying thought for a while and said sincerely: "I am indeed making you happy."
Lu Xiaosan thought there was nothing fun about this, I didn’t even see it. So he walked towards the pavilion without interest.
Pinecone lay there helplessly, looking at the little boy.
"Have you found my uncle? I'm starving to death."
Although there are fish on the beach.
But since being spoiled by Le Chaotian's generosity, Song Guo now only wants to eat a big roast duck.
"He is dead. From today on, I am your uncle."
Lu Xiaosan came as soon as he opened his mouth.
Then he was punched in the head by the little girl who was obviously very hungry.
Lu Xiaosan ran to the side and lay down, groaning and covering his forehead.
Good men do not fight with women.
Lu Xiaosan comforted himself, lying there with his pillow on a rock and looking at the dusk sky, suddenly feeling a little melancholy.
Has Le Chaotian really died outside?
After all, I really haven't seen him for many days.
Although the young boy was laughing and joking, he was certainly not a heartless person.
After all, Le Chaotian is really good to young boys like them.
What young boy wouldn’t like a handsome, happy and rich uncle?
Lu Xiaosan began to recall Le Chaotian's expression when he threw money to the two of them.
Doesn't seem very happy?
Is he going to do something that goes against his ancestor's decision?
Lu Xiaosan thought sadly.
In fact, he is also hungry.
In the middle of the journey, he even rode a gourd to a human village, stole other people's melons to eat, and was discovered and chased all the way.
In the end, Lu Xiaosan had to reveal his identity as a swordsman and ran away on a gourd.
It’s really shameful to say that monsters and monsters return my grandfather’s curse.
Cao Weiying, does that old dog have any quirks?
Just when Lu Xiaosan was thinking about it, he vaguely saw a figure walking along the coastline.
Lu Xiaosan suddenly sat up, raised his hand to cover his eyebrows, and looked there.
Then he sneered and sat there holding the sword.
You Le Chaotian suddenly disappeared for such a long time, causing Song Guo and I to almost starve to death at the seaside. How can you still have the nerve to come back?
Lu Xiaosan decided to wait until Le Chaotian came over and strike him with a sword.
So that he can know the consequences of causing me, Lu Xiaojianxian, to starve!
Lu Xiaosan sat on the lonely island moistened by the sea breeze, silently comforting himself in his heart.
Don't be nervous, that's it. Then, your vitality will fall on the sword, and then you will split him in half with one sword, and there will be money all over the place. From now on, you will not only be a sword fairy, but also a sword fairy. The world's richest man, Lu Xiaosan.
Lu Xiaosan practiced for a long time, and finally when the footsteps sounded on the island, he jumped up.
"Thief, take my sword!"
Lu Xiaosan just started to send out the sword, and then he was stunned.
It was clear that his sword had not touched Le Chaotian, so why did this old boy vomit blood immediately?
Am I really a swordsman?
The sea breeze blew over, and Lu Xiaosan shuddered and woke up. He hurriedly put the sword back. Only then did he realize that Le Chaotian, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, was pale and staggered when he walked. There was an extremely ferocious sword in his heart. Injured, one can vaguely see a slowly beating heart under the flesh and blood.
Lu Xiaosan naturally knew that he was not some bullshit swordsman.
Seeing the extremely miserable situation in front of him, he quickly ran forward and helped the unlucky uncle.
Song Guo also hurriedly ran over from the pavilion, and the little boys and girls worked together to help this uncle, who had become like this for some reason, back to the pavilion.
"Uncle, what's wrong with you?"
Lu Xiaosan was also a little panicked at this time, and hurriedly reached out to cover the sword wound on Le Chaotian's heart, but Le Chaotian raised his hand to block it.
"Don't cough, cough, cough, don't touch it, you will die."
Le Chaotian's always gentle voice contained a lot of weakness.
Although Lu Xiaosan didn't know whether he was saying that he would die or that he would die, he still sincerely retracted his hand.
The young boy stood there with a flustered expression, his voice trembling.
"Then, what should we do?"
Le Chaotian coughed twice more, his expression became paler and his body was extremely weak. He wandered around his body, but he could never get close to the sword wound.
"Senior, please lend me the sword."
This young man with a strong moral character, but who was completely suppressed by those swordsmanship, did not answer Lu Xiaosan's question. He just sat uprightly in the pavilion and turned to look at the man beside the lone island who was still looking at the East China Sea of the World. A young man in green clothes.
Cao Weiying glanced at this side, smiled softly, and said: "Just watching the excitement, why are you so close?"
Although there was a lot of teasing in his words, the young man still raised his hand and summoned a sword.
In the twilight, the long sword came with a lot of lake water. Lu Xiaosan and Song Guo quickly moved away.
Le Chaotian stretched out his hand to catch the sword with a pale face, and then with a look of concentration, he turned the sword upside down and inserted it directly into his heart.
In an instant, there was a fierce sword wind on the coast.
Lu Xiaosan and Song Guo left the pavilion in a hurry. It wasn't until they stood next to Cao Weiying that the fierce sword intent slowly dissipated. However, in the sea, sky and green mountains of the world, countless swords suddenly sounded. .
The sky was full of sword intent, and Lu Xiaosan and Song Guo stared at this scene in a daze.
Everything came from the heart of Le Chaotian who ran back from nowhere like a wild dog that had been beaten for no reason.
The long sword with the water of the Sword Lake that was inserted into the heart also had countless sword intentions flowing on it.
The two sword intentions met at one place, and then gradually dispersed together with the sword winds of Dao Yun.
Only then did Le Chaotian pull out the sword and throw it in the pavilion. He then caught the wine gourd thrown by Cao Weiying, took a big sip, coughed for a long time, his expression finally calmed down, and then turned his head. , silently looking in the direction of a high cliff in the East China Sea.
Even if people in the world have had a premonition, they probably wouldn't have thought about it.
Cong Ren’s first sword.
It did not fall towards Kamigawa.
But this is the Taoist of Mountain and River View.
There seemed to be sounds of mountains and seas surging in the pavilion.
