Chapter 18 The South Wind Heaven Realm, the Peaceful God
"Are you going out?" Kong Zhang Tianjun was slightly startled and looked at Wu Jie doubtfully.
The opening ceremony of the New Thirty-three Days has come to an end, and the guests who came to congratulate and watch the ceremony are leaving one after another. However, because Wu Jie’s teaching of harmony made everyone feel quite enlightened, and the two heavenly kings tried to prove it.
At that scene, many people chose to stay in the Yujing Sect for a while, study it carefully, and fully understand and absorb their own insights.
Anyway... for immortals, time has never been a problem. Whether they live for one day or live for ten thousand years, it is actually the same.
Not to mention, those Heavenly Lords who have achieved the immortal realm already have clones that can be used to deal with various matters. Leaving a clone to live in the Yujing Sect for a long time will not affect them at all.
But at this time, Wu Jie said that he was going out, and that he was going far away, and that he might not come back for many, many years.
"Can't you keep a clone?"
"…inappropriate."
"Then at least stay for a few more days." Kong Zhangtianjun guessed something from his words, frowned, and advised, "Yu'er will be released from seclusion in the near future. This time he can adjust his path and open up a future.
It all depends on your help, at least let him thank you in person."
Wu Jie smiled: "It is a disciple's duty to reopen the path for Master Yixiaozi. Do what you should do, what is there to be grateful for?"
Seeing that he had made up his mind to go, Kong Zhangtianjun couldn't help but sigh: "In this case, I can't persuade you anymore. It's just... no matter what happens or what trouble you encounter outside, you will always be there."
Remember that the Yujing Sect is your sect, and these thirty-three days are your home. Even if the sky falls, we will be there to carry it with you."
Wu Jie was silent for a long time, lowered his head, said "hmm" heavily, and turned to leave.
A stream of light flew from the distance, but it was Taoyuanzi who arrived, looked at Wu Jie and smiled, turning into a shadow and merging with him.
Then, he raised his head and looked at the sky, took a deep breath, stepped out, and disappeared.
Kong Zhang Tianjun watched Wu Jie leave and couldn't help but shake his head silently, with a look of regret on his face.
"After all, he likes to keep everything in his heart and handle everything by himself." Jin Chan Tianjun appeared next to him, "Having such a junior makes me feel like I have failed as a human being."
"I believe he will come back. He is definitely not the kind of person who never returns and dies in a corner in obscurity." Kong Zhang Tianjun did not have a big business, but he was very determined and powerful.
Jin Chan Tianjun smiled: "Of course, when he comes back, he will probably be Zhifei Shenjun..."
"You and I can't relax. It's just a matter of being caught up by him. If by the time he reaches enlightenment, we will still be in the early stages of immortality, and the founder's face will be gone."
"Only your face is gone. I am tens of thousands of years older than him in total. For people like us, tens of thousands of years are not enough to be judged by his ministers." Jin Chan Tianjun laughed loudly.
Kong Zhang Tianjun was so embarrassed.
In the quiet room of Zhaixinglou, Hongdao Shenjun opened his eyes.
"Did you choose to face it after all? Maybe you are right. People like me don't even have the courage to face it..."
His voice gradually became lower and lower, and finally only a deep sigh remained.
There are many celestial poles among all the heavens and worlds. Some of these celestial poles are naturally generated, and some are created.
If you want to create the celestial pole as a road sign reflected in the sky, allowing people to travel easily, that is a great magical power that only the God of Creation can master. Therefore, every celestial pole created after tomorrow means the existence of a God of Creation.
Of course, a divine king may not only create one celestial pole. Even if he only creates one celestial pole, he may not live here. But if you want to visit a certain divine lord, after all, it is most reliable to go to the celestial pole he created.
At the very least, even if there is no clone of him, there will still be clues left.
For example, if you want to find Lord Qingjing, one of the three great Lords of Zhengdao in the past, the most reliable way is to go to the "South Wind Heaven Realm" in the sky that he opened up - you don't have to go further, because he usually lives there.
The light flickered, and Wu Jie appeared on a piece of green grass.
The grass here is green, there are many flowers, and there are some trees that are not tall, which is full of soft feeling. The sun is warm, but not hot. The gentle breeze blows gently across the face, full of soft and lazy feelings.
atmosphere.
There is a small town not far away. It is now eight or nine o'clock in the morning, which is a good time for both work and leisure.
Wu Jie saw a man under a nearby tree, covering his face with a book, lying in the sun and sleeping soundly. If Confucius on earth saw this, he would probably sigh, "Rotten wood cannot be carved."
"Bar.
He smiled, walked over, and stood in front of the man.
"Greetings to seniors."
The man did not take away the book, nor did he sit up. He was still lying there, and only the voice came from under the book: "I don't dare to be your senior. A fool who was fooled around by you, what kind of senior can I be?"
The man lying under the tree is naturally Qingjingweng.
"The reason why this junior didn't tell the truth before is actually——"
"I don't want to hear your reasons." Qing Jingweng interrupted him and asked stiffly, "Why didn't he come to congratulate you on the 16th when you became immortal?"
"I don't know him at all."
"Then where did your sword come from?"
"Refining it yourself."
“Where did the design drawings come from?”
"A gift from a friend."
"Who is that friend?"
Wu Jie smiled: "Heitian Daozu."
Qingjingweng was silent. After a long time, he asked again: "Why are you telling me this now?"
"Because I don't think I should keep hiding it from you."
"Then, I have one last question to ask..."
For some reason, Qing Jingweng seemed a little hesitant. He clearly wanted to ask that question, but he kept hesitating. He tried to speak several times, but was never able to ask the question.
Dark clouds appeared in the sky at some point, blocking the sun. The originally warm south wind also gradually cooled down, making mortals who had never seen dark clouds and never experienced cold wind very curious. And the well-informed
The immortals all showed shocked expressions, and at least dozens of true immortals and true kings flew up one after another, searching in the south wind realm.
The South Wind Heaven Realm is a world created by the God of Peace. There should be no cold and haze in this world, only warm but not blazing sunshine, and gentle but not fierce breeze. Now the dark clouds in the sky cover the sun, and the cold wind howls on the ground.
No matter how you look at it, there is a big problem in the whole world. How can they not be surprised?
Strangely enough, more than one immortal flew near Wu Jie and the others, but no one noticed what was happening here. It was as if Wu Jie and Qing Jingweng did not exist at all.
After a long time, Qing Jingweng seemed to feel that the book was covering his face, making him a little breathless. He sat up angrily, grabbed the book, and threw it away.
He seemed to be using this behavior to vent his dissatisfaction and depression, but with little effect. Therefore, the sky became more and more overcast, the cold wind blew more and more, the dark clouds had turned into an iron-gray color, and it seemed that it was about to snow.
appearance.
"Senior, if you want to ask anything, feel free to ask." Wu Jie sighed and said, "Some things are better to be spoken out after all."
Qingjingweng took a deep breath and seemed to want to speak, but then shook his head. He clenched his hands several times and gritted his teeth, but he did not speak.
The cold wind slowly stopped, but the swirling snowflakes also fell. The snow was so heavy that in just a short time, the green grass all over the place was covered with white snow. The snow in the distance and near was almost mysterious.
The feeling of the ice world.
Wu Jie and Qing Jingweng still maintained their standing and sitting positions. The white snow fell on them without melting at all, as if they were not two people of flesh and blood, but two stone sculptures without heat.
After a long time, seeing that the snow had buried half of Qing Jingweng's body, he finally made up his mind and asked in a low and hoarse voice: "Who...are you?"
Asking this question was like opening a valve. Before Wu Jie could answer, a series of words continued: "Your sword did not come from Shiliu's gift, but from Heitian's drawing. This means
Zhu Shiliu lost in the end. The sword was still there, but the sword broke and the person died. Even the blueprint of Juejian was in Heitian's hands. I'm afraid he died miserably..."
"The fact that you were able to obtain the blueprints from Heitian means that she has absolute trust and great concern for you. She is a stingy person, and even Old Man Honglu, who was born with her, did not get much benefit from her.
But she not only gave you the blueprint of the Absolute Sword, but also helped you refine the Absolute Sword..."
"I know Heitian's temper very well. She said that all her treasures are...prepared for the future. Even when she was fighting hard with Hua Siyuan, she was reluctant to use those one-time powerful things.
.But now I am willing to help you like this..."
"Actually... this reason is enough, very enough." He covered his face with his hands, and his voice was full of weakness, not at all like the terrifying figure who once launched the Shenmen Conquest.
, is clearly just a timid and restless old man.
"You don't even need to guess your identity, you can tell it at a glance."
Wu Jie sighed: "You are right."
This sentence was like a heavy hammer, hitting Qing Jingweng hard on the head, causing his head to hang even lower, almost lying on the ground.
But he didn't lie down. Instead, he clenched his fist and slammed it on the ground.
There was a loud noise, and everything around him became hazy, hazy and transparent, presenting an illusory feeling.
Mortals didn't realize it yet, but the monks in the South Wind Heaven Realm all showed horrified expressions. More than one person screamed and wanted to turn around and run away.
But before they could escape, the hazy and transparent scene disappeared without a trace like a bubble being popped, and the entire Nanfeng Heavenly Realm disappeared. In the vast and boundless world, all the creatures, even those who had cultivated immortality,
The immortals were no exception, they all disappeared without a trace.
The Nanfeng Heaven Realm disappeared, leaving only Wu Jie and Qing Jingweng standing in the void.
Qingjingweng took a deep breath and slowly stood up straight. There was a bright white light on his hand, like a flame.
"I know you have something else to say, but for me, there's really nothing to say to you - let's fight."
