Chong Deng talked about the past with a smile, and Wu Jinghong listened silently. Under the roar of heaven and earth, the master and the apprentice slowly recovered their former selves in the lingering time.
After a long time, Chong Deng stood up from the ground. He raised his head and looked at the sky. There, many monks from Xishan Jing were trying their best to turn the tide and make their own efforts for the overwhelming trend.
Colorful and dazzling, the light of the giant sword is like salvation in the dawn, glowing brilliantly under the sky.
"Later, you all grew up, and I know how you feel about Dong'er. You said a lot about the giant sword before, and maybe you still want to retain your last pride. I will follow you as my teacher, even if some of what you said is not your true intention. , I just want to cut off the involvement between you and Dong'er, I think there's nothing wrong with it." Chong Deng said lightly.
At this moment, Wu Jinghong suddenly panicked. As she was, perhaps only Master could see through all her disguises and forced smiles, as well as her heartless words towards Luo Chengdong.
She liked Luo Chengdong, she kept it deep in her heart and never showed it.
She hid it so deeply that Luo Chengdong didn't understand it, and Changliu didn't even know it.
It wasn't until that day when she went to Luolan Peak and saw Luo Chengdong and Liu Zimo hugging each other that she realized that her heart was so turbulent and uneasy, jealous and crazy, and she didn't even dare to say it Export the pain.
What kind of proud person would be so forbearing that he would even deceive himself?
As Gao Kong said before, even if she admitted that she was wrong about her actions and told all the past events, she still did not reveal her feelings in the end. He dedicated himself to Changliu and shouldered all the burdens and responsibilities for the future of his junior brothers and sisters. In order to make up for the gap in cultivation, the Patriarch Hall practiced forbidden techniques, which led to the current embarrassing situation.
But why was she like this, but she didn't even say a word about her love at the beginning? Was it because she didn't dare?
So when did you start to like it?
It was the Master who died three thousand years ago. It was the Master who went to Heaven and Heaven and never came back.
The three of them were each sad and returned to their own corner again, licking their loneliness alone in the dead of night. This time, it was more difficult and suffocating than before.
Luo Chengdong and Miao Keke can have their own time and energy to be sad, sad, and autistic. But she didn't. She put away all her cowardice. From that moment on, without the support of her master, she could only rely on her own strength to resist everything Changliu had to endure.
Time is the medicine that heals everything, and she is no exception. Fortunately, her junior brother and junior sister have grown up very quickly, fast enough to help her share the pressure and help her deter the world.
The three great sword immortals of one sect all entered the Hedao realm a hundred years later.
Wu Jinghong was naturally happy, but what kept her silently in mind was Luo Chengdong's words and deeds. He was becoming more and more like his master.
The gentle person who once taught me and stayed by my side.
The three of them had a deep relationship, and even if they rarely spoke, their cooperation and understanding were still perfect. She thought that the three of them would always be like this, for a long time, and would never be separated again.
She was close to Luo Chengdong and liked to see him wielding his sword against the wind. She liked to see his facial features and his elegant conversation. His every move followed him like a shadow, like the passing wind blowing on his face. He was compassionate and gentle.
But in the end, her fantasies and dreams were once again ruined by an insignificant grass demon. She felt that someone had taken away her love and the rebirth that she had finally recovered from.
It was her own incompetence and weakness in the past, how could she let others get what she wanted this time?
Suppressing the restlessness and madness in his heart, Wu Jinghong wandered on the edge, but finally chose an irreversible step, pushing the distance between the two further and further.
She thought that Luo Chengdong would stay in Changliu and stay with her, and the unique smile and warmth in his facial expressions and mannerisms would still be with her, but in the end it was just her wishful thinking.
How could she take it away? She Wu Jinghong never really had it from the beginning.
The attachment to the master transferred all the sadness and sorrow that she had suppressed in the past to Luo Chengdong. Just because Luo Chengdong grew up and became more and more like Chong Deng, so much so that even she herself was selfless and lost, not knowing how deep she was.
If the process is wrong, the result will naturally be wrong. The dream on the pillow will one day become moldy and rotten.
In those years when she was hiding her sweet dreams, who did she like?
Wu Jinghong lay on the ground, with withered white hair and red clothes like blood. The face hidden underneath was full of tears. In the end, he still did not say that sentence.
Chong Deng could see what she was thinking about Luo Chengdong, but he might never have imagined how his appearance would change Wu Jinghong's life.
The wind was so loud that it scattered the roses, and I couldn't hear what the roses said in the wind.
"Master, you said before that everything will have an answer. It's better to let it take its course. There will be an end to separation and separation. Do you think we will really separate now?" Wu Jinghong stood slowly. He stood up and asked Xiang Chongdeng with a smile.
Chong Deng turned around, still smiling like the warm sun, and said, "On the other side of the end, we will meet again. When did Master leave? In the future, when you look back, or look at Changliu Tianwai, I will be watching you there. ."
Wu Jinghong's smile did not fade. She nodded slightly and said, "Then I wish Master a safe journey. On behalf of all the disciples in Changliu, I wish Master to be safe and sound every year."
When she was young, she accidentally broke a porcelain bowl. This is what the master told herself at the time. Chang Liushan had previously sworn that Chong Deng was not only for Luo Chengdong, but also to bear all the consequences of her sins.
All she can do is use her own strength to send her prayers and blessings to Master.
Chong Deng looked pleased. He wanted to reach out and rub her head, but seeing the trace of panic in her eyes, he finally chose to give up.
"There are flowers in the mountains and waves in the sea. As long as it's getting better, what's the harm in going slower?" Chong Deng smiled heartily, nodded towards Wu Jinghong, and his whole figure flew towards the void.
The monk Xishan Jing is maintaining the miraculous power of the giant sword. Everyone is working hard for this, and he must devote his last strength to Changliu and the entire world.
Tongtian Peak collapsed in Changliu, and the final blow to the foundation was destroyed by his own hands. All the spiritual power in Tongtian Peak was also created by him back then. Now, let his soul scatter to heaven and earth and sacrifice his body to Changliu.
Chong Deng came to the void and looked around to see signs of broken mountains and rivers, and signs of wind and fire everywhere. He bowed deeply to the juniors who tried their best to save the sky. Looking at the busy people below, Mo Guyuan and the others smiled and nodded. Life is formidable but life is rare.
Underground, a hoarse sigh came from the hibiscus tree buried deep below, and then a bright light flew straight out until it landed on Chong Deng.
"When I was lying high on the east mountain, I got up. I wanted to help the people before it was too late. As the building collapsed, we continued to strive for self-improvement. Our awe-inspiring righteousness should last forever in the world. The sky cannot be broken, and the earth cannot be split. I, the people of the mountains and seas, practice heaven and earth, and are worthy of heaven and earth."
As Chong Deng read each word, his figure began to become illusory, and the remaining strands of soul spread out from his body. One wisp flew in the direction of the sustaining giant sword, one wisp swept towards the vast earth, and the other wisp floated to the end of the sky.
Miao Keke's eyes were red, and tears slipped from her eyes unknowingly. She didn't dare to look, so she had to close her eyes, but they still burst. She could only grit her teeth and pour all her strength into the giant sword at all costs.
"Keke, if that stinky bull nose dares not to take you seriously again, tell him that my master is called Chong Deng. He is very powerful. He can hang him up a hundred times and let him weigh it. If he still dares to disobey, Just go find your senior sister and junior senior brother, it doesn't matter even if you bring the whole Changliu with you, anyway, this is the dowry that my master wants to give you." There was a ray of spring breeze blowing in my heart.
Above the sky, Luochengdong was already on the edge. Although he had the blessing of the Xishan Sutra monks, he could control the giant sword in his hands and compete with the sky. One can imagine the difficulty.
Up to this point, I had relied on my divine power to control it from above, while allowing the giant sword to resist from below. With just one person's strength, I was able to prevent the entire sky from tilting and collapsing.
The already ethereal figure became more and more transparent at this moment. He raised his sword and stayed, destroying the Tianzhu, making his fragmented figure even more shaky. After being struck by the black dragon and breaking the mirror in a desperate situation, his obsession was so deep that he could not extricate himself and was irreversible. Now there are regrets in his heart, but no troubles. At this moment, there is only so much Luochengdong can do. Junqu Pavilion
The golden light that dissipated from his body was his Dao cultivation and the compensation for becoming a god. Life and death had long been indifferent.
The soul came with the wind, and when he stood in front of Luo Chengdong, the soul penetrated directly into Luo Chengdong's body, and the scattered golden light stopped.
"Master..." Luo Chengdong cried bitterly, full of self-blame.
"Dong'er, I buried that violet seed under the hibiscus for you. It will stay with her forever. As for the final destiny, it depends on your fate."
Luo Chengdong was stunned. When he came back to his senses, there was no scent of Chong Deng around him anymore.
A trace of warmth rippled in his heart, followed by a long-lost familiar feeling. He put his hand on his chest and murmured, "Long stay, long stay..."
Chong Deng borrowed the power of Fusang, and Di Jun gathered the spiritual power of five Zhongxia mulberries and poured it into Chong Deng's soul in one fell swoop.
At this point, Chong Deng's soul scattered across the world. After his soul merged into the world, the giant sword quickly solidified with the naked eye. With the support of all the monks, this awe-inspiring giant sword gathers the sword energy of all the Tai'a Swords in the mountains and seas. The Tai'a Sword's true form turns the mountain into a sword and stands tall on the sky and the earth.
Under the sky, Luo Chengdong controlled it with one hand, using his supreme power to level the sky little by little. The giant sword underneath filled the missing gap little by little, and the sword energy turned into rocks to fill in, spreading all the way until the sky was slowly smoothed out, and it stood under the sky of the world.
Mo Guyuan, who was exhausted, gently wiped the sweat from his forehead, looked at the blocked and overflowing water below, and slowly exhaled a long breath.
Yu Nie Luokui and Yu Qinggong came over one after another. The four of them looked at each other and smiled, as if they had done something great.
Looking around, in the distance, there is a sword of the sky that is like a towering mountain rooted under the sky. It has lost the grandeur of Tongtian Peak, but has become another unique style.
The sharp edge is proud of the world, the sword points to the sky, and looks down upon the heaven and the earth.
A sword and a group of people once again lifted up the sky.
Jianshan became the Pillar of Heaven and became the admiration of everyone in Xishanjing.
