After finishing his sleep, Su Bei tried to move his hand.
A feeling of numbness came, followed by a stinging pain that penetrated into the bone marrow. He let out a long sigh, no longer forcing himself, and just lay on his back, looking at the darkness in front of him.
A wry smile appeared on Su Bei's lips, he checked his physical condition and murmured to himself:
"What's my situation now?"
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There was no spiritual energy in the spiritual sea, but it was not exhausted. Everything within his sight was devoid of any light, so that he could not tell where he was at all.
"I didn't expect that I would actually get out of that inner demon tribulation."
After the thunder tribulation caused by his physical body, he quickly fell into the never-ending inner demons. However, it was precisely because of this inner demon tribulation that at the moment he spent it, he was completely
Entering the realm of transcending tribulation.
After a long time, Su Bei finally tried to touch his hands around.
It seemed to be a wooden board. After trying to explore it again, Su Bei vaguely understood his current situation.
"Is it a coffin?"
Continue to explore towards the side, and you will find a smooth, warm and soft feeling like cotton.
Su Bei was stunned, a little confused for a moment, and pinched subconsciously.
"This size."
His eyes finally got used to the darkness in front of him. With the faint light coming in from the cracks in the coffin, Su Bei slowly got up. Because the coffin was too narrow, he had to hunch up.
A demure and gentle woman was lying next to him, still wearing the white dress that he remembered, with long purple hair scattered behind her, a pale complexion, and pursed red lips, making no sound.
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"Nanji."
A look of surprise flashed across Su Bei's eyes for a moment. He moved the hand on her chest away, held her wrist wrapped around her lower abdomen, and felt her weak pulse.
"She's still alive."
Even in deep sleep, she is still so charming.
The weak pulse only proved that she was still alive. The woman in front of her seemed to be blown away by the wind at any time, reaching the palace in the sky that she could not imagine, but she no longer had the ability to hold her back.
Su Bei just looked at this sad and beautiful face, trying his best to capture that memory.
——She was lying in her arms, eyes closed, smiling softly.
"It turns out, that's really you."
Su Bei reached out and hugged her tightly in his arms.
Ji Nanjue, Nan Ji, the weirdness in her words and deeds, everything seems to be going smoothly.
Su Bei leaned down and kissed her. Her thin red lips were as soft, cold and biting as her master's.
"You are my Zhu Yingtai."
"I'll definitely wake you up."
Su Bei thought of a person, and that person would definitely have a solution.
"Concubine Huang!"
It was she who gave herself the ring that sealed the Stone of Heaven. Although she didn't know what the final result would be, the fact that she was lying in this cold coffin at this moment just proved that the Southern Emperor had not ascended?
Su Bei's chest felt a little tight. After taking a good rest for a while, he pushed up the coffin covering himself vigorously. A dim light was projected in. Su Bei gasped and looked at everything in front of him.
There was earth everywhere, and a rusty sword was stuck in the earth. Only sporadic weak light came in from the gaps and shone on the earth, leaving behind a series of gratings.
"Sword Tomb."
He was buried in the sword tomb.
Su Bei looked at everything in front of him in surprise, then stood up tremblingly and walked to a relatively large long sword.
Through Sen Han's sword blade, he saw a face.
It was a young face that could not hide its haggard and gloomy look. What was incompatible with this face was a head of hair that was as dry as thatch in winter, with no trace of black and green, and some light yellow.
His hands were criss-crossed with veins and no longer smooth and delicate. He looked like an old man in the dusk, as if he would turn into a fluid and disperse between heaven and earth at any moment.
Su Bei opened his mouth, looked at himself in the sword body, and sighed silently.
At this moment, he became aware of his physical condition.
Today, he seems to be a semi-invalid person. Although he has no cultivation base, there is no spiritual energy in the spiritual sea. This lingering body tells him that the remaining lifespan is only ten years at most.
The most important thing for a monk to practice is his spirit, energy, and spirit, but now he has none of these three things.
"At least, I survived."
His storage ring was not taken away. Su Bei left the Lotus Root of the Supreme Sun and placed it in the coffin. He understood that perhaps it was this blend of the Supreme Yin and the Supreme Yang that preserved her breath.
Su Bei straightened his clothes, and with his white eyebrows and hair, he put on a plain white robe.
He took a deep breath and walked out of the sword tomb calmly.
The sky is about to dawn, and snow is lingering in the mountains.
The wind in the mountains gently stirred the hair on Su Bei's back, making it look like snow.
Su Bei looked at the scene after scene in front of him in disbelief, the gorgeous pavilions and pavilions. Everything was no longer what he remembered.
He caressed his face as if he was lost, and murmured to himself as if it was a lifetime ago:
"How long have I been asleep?"
On the road leading to the Sword Tomb, Su Bei did not see any disciples of the Sword Sect, but the bluestones on the ground that had obviously been cleaned told him that this road had always been taken care of.
The soft breeze blows in the face, and Su Bei's eyes pass through the mist, past the green mountains, and reach the winding Osmanthus willow road.
For a moment, my mind wandered, and my heart suddenly became enlightened.
The bluestone paths in the mountains are scattered with fallen leaves, forming a thin layer.
After walking like this for a while, Su Bei saw a statue dozens of feet tall.
It was a man holding a sword in one hand, surrounded by three long swords, looking up at the sky, and an unknown number of sacrifices were placed in front of him.
Su Bei opened his mouth, not sighing at the majesty of this statue, but just a little embarrassed. Did he not expect that one day he would be able to see himself being memorialized with his own eyes?
Several clear human voices came from the bottom of the mountain. Su Bei did not shy away. He stretched out his hand to pick up the 'sacrifice' placed in front of his statue and ate it.
"Today it's Junior Sister's turn to clean the road to the Sword Tomb. Why didn't she come?"
A man wearing a blue and white sword robe put his hands behind his head, holding a grass root in his mouth, and muttered.
"She seems to have found an opportunity to break through the golden elixir realm today, so she asked me to help."
The woman next to him replied with a soft look on her face.
"Do you know? Last time, that boy Wang Xiao brought roast chicken to worship in front of the statue of the Supreme Elder, saying that he would be blessed to be single. Guess what?"
"He talked with Liu Xiaoya from Hongchen Peak when he got back. Gee, that's really cool!"
"Hey, why did you hit me?"
The man looked at the woman next to him with confusion and rubbed his head.
"Don't talk nonsense in front of the statue of the Supreme Elder. In that era of lack of spiritual energy, if the Supreme Elder had not stepped forward to block those heavenly cultivators, how could we be where we are today?"
The woman put her hands on her hips, puffed out her cheeks, and spoke angrily.
"Okay, okay, I understand. I am not disrespecting the Supreme Elder."
The man shook his head impatiently, then thought of something exciting, and said proudly:
"These days, there is so much spiritual energy and there are so many emerging religious sects. A few days ago, there were some unpopular small sects who tried to challenge my reputation as the number one sect in the world, but they were sent back by Elder Xiao with a sword."
"I know that, it's just hype."
"Hey, that's the Sword Sect's Bujian Peak, one peak and four elders!!"
"I read the unofficial history of the Sword Sect. It is said that the Taishang Elder's Bujian Peak was the weakest peak in the entire Sword Sect."
The woman giggled:
"Do you believe this, Unofficial History? I read a book a few days ago that said that Taishang Elder did not practice every day at that time and was raising pigs on Bujian Peak. Once, Elder Xiao even burned the Taishang Elder's pig pen.
Yes, it’s funnier than yours.”
"Now, there are too many unscrupulous newspapers. They are all made up. How can they have sales?"
"That's Bujian Peak, the holy land of cultivation in the eyes of all Jianzong monks. If I can become a disciple of Bujian Peak, I can even be a handyman."
The man glanced at the woman and said sarcastically:
"Outer disciple? Do you think you are the sword elder?"
"Throughout the entire history of the Sword Sect, I am afraid that only Elder Sword has climbed up from being a handyman disciple. He is the first person in the history. It is difficult for you to even be an inner disciple at your level."
"Okay, stop talking and clean the sword tomb."
The man stopped and suddenly said:
"What do you think the Supreme Elder would be like if he were still alive?"
White clouds linger around.
The sun shone on the majestic statue and on the white-haired man sitting in front of the statue eating the sacrifices.
Su Bei crossed his legs, stuffed cakes into his mouth, and listened to the discussion of several Sword Sect disciples.
I couldn't help but sigh in my heart, have I slept for hundreds of years?
All those prodigal disciples of mine have grown old?
While he was thinking about it, he suddenly heard these people talking about him, and he couldn't help but stop stuffing cakes into his mouth.
The man raised his chest and raised his head, with tears in his eyes, looking up at the towering statue, expressing his feelings directly, and said loudly:
"That must be an era when sword cultivators dominate the world!"
"Half the world with one sword!!"
"It is said that the Supreme Elder was not as handsome as a mortal back then. Otherwise, how could those Supreme Elders have always been obsessed with Supreme Su?"
"Shh - don't talk nonsense about this."
"I'm not telling you nonsense. Even now, Taishang Su is definitely as good as a tree, resourceful, outstanding in the crowd, talented and beautiful, majestic, courteous, talented, extraordinary in appearance, and one of the best in the crowd."
"Pfft——"
Sudden laughter interrupted the man's words.
He frowned and looked in the direction of the sound, and then he saw a strange man sitting under the statue that he regarded as the matchmaker's matchmaker, eating the sacrifices on it.
"Bold! Who are you, who dare to touch the sacrifice of the Supreme Elder!?"
Everyone in the group noticed this man, looked at his actions, and yelled loudly.
The woman frowned tightly and her hand had reached to the long sword at her waist.
"presumptuous--"
"You are so disrespectful to the Supreme Elder!"
"Are you from that peak? Tell me your name!"
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Su Bei wiped the cake crumbs from his lips, then stood up slowly and smiled gently at them.
On the top of Baiyun Mountain, the red sun reflects the green pines and spreads warmth across the fields.
"Does the sect have a rule not to eat the sacrifices of the supreme elders?"
Several Jianzong disciples looked at each other and were stunned by Su Bei's words.
For a moment, he held back everything he wanted to say, with some doubts in his eyes.
Yes, the sect does not have a rule against eating the sacrifices of the supreme elders. But no one has done it for so many years.
"That won't work either!"
"That's the Supreme Elder. How can such a heroic person be treated so badly by you?"
"Follow us back to the Law Enforcement Hall!"
The woman bit her lip and looked at the man in front of her. He had dry white hair, white eyebrows, and a face full of vicissitudes of life. He was obviously a young man, but he had an old age that was about to end his life.
So suspicious!!
He pulled out the long sword in his hand and shouted at the man in front of him:
"Don't move!"
Su Bei smiled casually, looked at a few people and said:
"Your Supreme Elder is actually not a great person."
Then he let out a long sigh, feeling as if he had lost his way:
"He is nothing but a master who has failed so much that he cannot even protect his own woman."
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The male disciple frowned instantly, unsheathed the long sword in his hand, and said coldly:
"How dare you insult the Supreme Elder!"
"Who told you to do this?"
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Su Bei looked at the green pines and clouds, his somewhat cloudy eyes faintly glanced at the long swords that several people had drawn, and then he took a step forward gently.
At this step, he reached their side, and then said softly:
"Your Supreme Elder said, you don't need to regard him as a hero. This is too much glorification."
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Several people broke out in cold sweat instantly. They didn't notice at all that this white-haired man had already appeared behind them.
Then he felt the long sword held tightly in his hand being slowly pushed into the scabbard by an unknown force.
"The sword is not meant for your own sect."
"Well, yes, there is more."
Su Bei smiled and disappeared between heaven and earth:
"That sacrifice is edible. Try it. It tastes good."
Only a few Jian Sect disciples who were still in shock were left standing there in a daze.
The nameless fragrance lingers, and wild geese fly across the sky.
A man swallowed his saliva and said:
"That senior just now was so strange. Who is he?"
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"I haven't seen it either."
After a while, the woman seemed to suddenly think of something, and suddenly raised her head and looked at the statue.
The corners of her lips moved, and after an unknown amount of time, she spoke tremblingly:
"Did you feel that the senior just now seemed to be a person?"