Hearing about Li Xiangbing's explanation, Gu Xiaotian felt a little emotional and a little regretful.
In this world, there could have been a great swordsman.
But in the end, it was because of such an incident that a person who had the opportunity to become a Great Sword Immortal was finally forced to borrow a sword from heaven, thus ending the war.
Sun Gusheng continued: "However, Mr. Li probably blocked the man on the west."
Gu Xiaotian nodded. Although he was sad, this was indeed good news.
Then, he asked about the green smoke bomb. Sun Gusheng just looked in the direction of Kyoto and said calmly: "Leave it to the people in the city."
The two stayed in place briefly, and after each recovered, they discussed what to do next.
Gu Xiaotian analyzed: "There are no smoke bombs in the south or north, so it seems that, as we guessed, it should be Song Bufan in the south and Qin Qinglin in the north."
Sun Gusheng nodded and asked, "The next step, where should we go?"
Gu Xiaotian rubbed his head, feeling a little at a loss.
They had no choice but to leave Kyoto this time. They originally followed the route, but they never thought that accidents occurred both east and west, which delayed their plan.
But the battle situation will not be delayed just because it is delayed. Every moment is ever-changing. If you want to rush over at this time, I am afraid that if you really get there, it should be over long ago.
Finally, Gu Xiaotian said: "If it's Zhang Sheng, there might be some way."
Sun Gusheng pursed his lips and remained silent.
The two of them are like headless flies now, going to the south or the north. They really don't know how to choose between the two sides. They are not afraid of meeting people, but they are afraid of not meeting people.
After a while, Sun Gusheng asked: "Are you going back to the city?"
Their purpose of leaving the city this time was to block the second batch of troops. Returning to the city at this time was not necessarily a clever plan. Instead, they might lose their advantage on the battlefield because of this decision.
Gu Xiaotian asked: "Otherwise, what other options do you have?"
Sun Gusheng opened his mouth, but no words came out, and he sighed silently.
It seems that apart from returning to the city, how to go and which way to go is nothing more than a gamble.
If you have better luck and win the bet, there will be other opportunities.
But what if the bet fails?
If it were normal times, Gu Xiaotian and Sun Gusheng wouldn't even have to think too much. At worst, they would take a big gamble and win. If they don't win, they would think of other ways to deal with it.
But the current situation makes it really unaffordable to gamble.
Every step now is like crossing a tightrope at high altitude. If you take a wrong step, you will fall into the abyss.
The two of them stopped hesitating and stood up at the same time, heading in the direction of Kyoto and returning the same way.
In the south, after the two Taoist priests met, there should have been a very spectacular Taoist game. If the other Taoist priests with high cultivation levels knew about it, they would come to see it no matter what they said.
But unfortunately, the scene here is too peaceful compared to the other three sides.
Zhao Qixing and Song Bufan sat face to face on the floor. Their originally tense arrogance disappeared at this moment. Instead, the two of them somehow started discussing the principles of life.
Zhao Qixing smiled and said: "Brother, sometimes I feel that life has no end."
Song Bufan shook his head and said, "Life has an end, otherwise there is no point in living."
The word meaning has been mentioned many times by the two of them today.
What is meaningful and what is meaningless actually depends on what the person thinks.
Zhao Qixing retorted: "In fact, life should be like a trickle, constantly flowing towards the sea, and after it reaches the sea, there is no end. You can stay in the sea to rest for a while, or move towards a larger sea current. "
Song Bufan disagreed with this and said: "One day, the sea will dry up."
Zhao Qixing curled his lips, he would never recognize this kind of fallacy.
Song Bu
Fan continued: "People only live one life. Although I practice Taoism, I never believe in reincarnation. In the next life, will I still be able to remember who I am? Therefore, people should be brave once in their lives."
Zhao Qixing sarcastically said: "Senior brother, what you call bravery is to create your utopia?"
Song Bufan raised his eyebrows and asked, "Isn't this brave enough?"
Zhao Qixing coughed twice in embarrassment and said with a smile: "Brother, this is not called bravery, it is called whimsical!"
The two began to argue endlessly about whether Song Bufan's so-called idea could be realized. The public said that the public was right, and the mother-in-law said that the mother-in-law was right. In the end, they even argued with each other red in the face, and neither one accepted the other's reasoning.
Fortunately, there were only two of them here, and there was no sign of anyone else.
If other people were to hear the two Taoist priests talk about other things instead of talking about Taoism, their jaws would probably drop.
Zhao Qixing blushed and said angrily: "Brother, just live your life with your ruined ideals. You deserve to be stuck at the level of a real person for the rest of your life, and you will never become a real person!"
Song Bufan took a few deep breaths and argued with his junior brother. He would indeed talk more and be more excited than before. He said with a sullen face: "Is it the Taoist master? I think so. It’s nothing special.”
Zhao Qixing's mouth twitched involuntarily, he pinched his nose and spit out one word, "Sour."
As the saying goes, grapes that cannot be eaten are said to be sour.
Zhao Qixing continued to joke: "Brother, do you regret it now? If you had followed the same path as me, maybe you would be the Taoist Master now, not me."
Song Bufan raised the corner of his mouth, put his hand on the sword, and asked, "A fight?"
Zhao Qixing opened his mouth and glanced at Song Bufan with some disdain.
Why is it that after talking so much, my senior brother still has to fight in the end?
Zhao Qixing asked: "Can you kill me?"
Song Bufan shook his head.
"That's fine then."
"Since you can't kill me, there's no point in fighting, because I know that I can't kill you either."
Zhao Qixing's words sounded reasonable at first glance, but in fact anyone with a discerning eye could see that he just didn't want to fight.
It’s not like the two of them have never fought before. They both know the opponent’s current strength and they definitely can’t kill him. So what’s the point of continuing the fight like this, just pretending to show it to others? The two of us are working very hard and are fighting, but we are equally powerful and neither one can kill the other. If you can kill the other, just kill them quickly. End it as soon as possible and go home for dinner?
Zhao Qixing took out a bottle of wine from his waist, drank a few sips, and handed it to Song Bufan.
Song Bufan took it unceremoniously. He had just argued and his mouth was indeed dry.
After finishing the drink, Song Bufan just said lightly, "I promised Qin Qinglin that I would temporarily return to the All-Martial Arts Association."
Zhao Qixing just nodded and said nothing.
He had already calculated this kind of thing.
Zhao Qixing took back his wine, shook it, and still had half a bottle left.
Then he raised his head and drank hard. After drinking until there was not a drop left, he looked at Song Bufan and said sadly: "Senior brother, I actually don't want to see you die."
Song Bufan raised his eyebrows and looked at Zhao Qixing. Suddenly, he saw that the other person's expression was a little different, and he was a little surprised.
That look was very sad.
It was as if Zhao Qixing had really seen Song Bufan's ending.
And over the years, based on the contact between him and Zhao Qixing, he never remembered Zhao Qixing showing such an expression.
Song Bufan stood up, looked into the distance, and saw that the two swords had been slowly drawn out. He took a long breath of wine and said, "Enough chatting, it's time for a fight."
Zhao Qixing sighed, but this time he didn't say anything.
Under Song Bufan's surprised gaze, Zhao Qixing stood up slowly and drew out the mahogany sword that had been carried on his back.
Song Bufan stared at the peach wood sword and frowned.
in his impression
Here, my junior brother seems to never use a sword.
Even when he saw Zhao Qixing coming with a sword on his back, Song Bufan actually didn't think about it. It was just a mahogany sword. Maybe it was just a decoration that this junior brother was crazy about. Where did he get it from? Maybe cool.
Zhao Qixing shook his wrist gently, and in an instant, a mysterious aura slowly floated out from the peach wood sword.
After that, the aura spread even more, and soon the surroundings were filled with mysterious aura.
Maybe others would only think that this breath is very mysterious, but Song Bufan knew the inside of this breath.
That is the endless rhythm of Taoism.
Zhao Qixing slowly raised the mahogany sword until he looked straight at Song Bufan, and suddenly said something that made people confused.
"Senior brother, sometimes I envy you."
Song Bufan twitched his lips and said, "You are a Taoist master. Only others can envy you. You probably have no qualifications to envy others."
Zhao Qixing stared at the mahogany sword in his hand and said with a smile: "Of course, being able to become a Taoist master is actually something that has been destined by God early in the morning. Even if it happens, there will be almost no waves in my heart. But when I saw that Gu Qingfeng could take that step on the road of the human world, I felt a little envious, and then today I argued with my senior brother about some truths, which made me even more envious."
"You are all against the law of heaven. You insist on doing things that heaven does not allow you to do. Such courage is not available to everyone, not to mention that one person has already succeeded, and senior brother, you To succeed at all costs, isn’t this worthy of envy?”
Song Bufan looked at Zhao Qixing and remained silent.
When he said the second half of the sentence, the smile on Zhao Qixing's face was a wry smile.
The Taoist priest who talked about the secrets of heaven all day long was actually fed up with the way of heaven in his heart.
This is of course not anyone's problem. It's just that some people should follow the way of heaven from the moment they are born, while some people can change their fate against the will of heaven.
In fact, the majority of people follow the way of heaven.
There are only a few people who can change their fate against the odds.
Zhao Qixing's eyes dimmed, he raised the Taomu Sword a little higher, and blew slowly towards the Taomu Sword.
Suddenly, the entire Taoist rhythm was like a stone thrown into the water, causing countless splashes to explode.
"Senior brother, if you can take this sword, I won't stop you."
