Ku Jue alone versus the six friends of Jingtian should be a battle worthy of being recorded in history. After all, it is rare for the world to see one true person versus six true figures.
But because the battle took place in Changhe, it also coincided with the Dragon Palace Banquet, the Taixu Alliance began, and Kowloon held the Riyong Town Shanhe Seal to suppress Changhe...
This earth-shattering war started and ended within the long river and never disturbed the world.
No matter how rough the waves are, they eventually calm down into clear waves... making the water's light shine on the sky like a mirror. It also makes the few clouds in the sky gather and disperse.
The long river ripples thousands of miles, and almost everyone in the Six Friends of Jingtian is honored.
The old monk with a yellow face lay on his back on the river. The real man's blood was stained in all directions.
The river breeze blew quietly, and the thick fog formed during the battle was blown away, and the bridge in front could be faintly seen - it was a majestic and ancient great gesture. Nothing has changed for thousands of years, but they
Changed the river.
The reflection in the water resembled a flowing painting. The six friends of Jingtian walked on the water and passed by the yellow-faced old monk.
"Ah, it's not as easy as expected." Cang Shen Lao Dao walked at the front and gave his own evaluation: "Everyone underestimates him."
The serious Licorice expressed his approval: "The feeling of bitterness... is very strong."
"Hiss..." Baizhu covered his right cheek, took out a bronze mirror, and took pictures while walking there: "It seems that his appearance has been disfigured."
"It's all your fault that you can't keep up with me at all." Chen Pi wrinkled his ugly face: "Otherwise, why would I need so much time?"
"Come on!" Baizhu dismissed it: "Don't think that just because you are ugly, you can talk nonsense. If I hadn't helped you quickly, you would have been beaten to death!"
"You are slandering!" Chen Pi's focus was not on this at all: "Who looks ugly? I am a strange person with a different appearance!"
"Ahem, cough, cough!" Female Crown Fuling put away the handkerchief that was coughing up blood, and sighed softly: "I wonder what's going on over there. I wasted so much time. Isn't it already finished?"
"Zhuang Gaoxian is very capable, so he shouldn't be so helpless..." Banxia walked at the end. Thinking of the battle just now, the firmness in his tone gradually wavered.
He easily picked up the old monk with a yellow face who was sinking. The torn monk's clothes were wet and clinging to the old monk's body, protruding from his skinny bones - it was really a skinny body, and he didn't know where the previous strength came from.
The drops of water dripped down, and there was a bit of blood in between, but not much anymore. The blood was almost dry...
Banxia held the remains of the real person in his hand, took one last look at Changhe, whose blood had melted away, and followed the steps of the people in front of him.
The murder route was not complicated. No matter how Zhuang Gaoxian moved left and right, the ultimate goal was very clear, so although many traces were lost, it was not difficult to track it.
It's just that it took too long, and Zhuang Gaoxian has successfully escaped back to Zhuang Country.
What does it mean for an Emperor Zhengshuo to return to his own country?
Every real person present knew this clearly.
"Maybe we are really late." Bai Zhu said with raised eyebrows.
Licorice solemnly said: "Not necessarily. Judging from the traces along the way, Zhuang Gaoxian was not able to escape the pursuit from beginning to end. He could still escape back to Zhuang Country. Maybe this is the cemetery Jiang Wang chose for him."
"You attach too much importance to him. It's beyond imagination to push Zhuang Xiao'er to this point. You still want to-" Chen Pi calmed down his breathing and came back: "I told you not to go so fast. I'm blocking you."
The person in front has suffered the most attacks, why don't you take care of me?"
Cang Shen looks the oldest, but is the most direct: "You know it in the past."
Fu Ling raised her hand to stop him: "We still have to pay attention to some effects and don't make them too obvious. Let me check the situation first -"
After saying that, his pupils turned and his eyes were in a trance.
Out of the repressive scope of Shanhe Seal in Pengriyong Town, Kowloon, the real person's eyes can see into the world again.
"Zhuang Gaoxian's situation seems not to be good." She murmured.
"What did you see?" Licorice asked.
Among the six truths, Poria Eye Technique is the strongest. So others don’t go and see it themselves.
Fu Ling's tone was very complicated, and she couldn't tell whether she was surprised or suspicious: "They have fallen into the gap in the world now. I can't see clearly, but Zhuang Gaoxian's 'qi'... is rapidly weakening."
"You guys wait here and take a short rest." Ban Xia paused: "I'll go check on the situation first."
Now in Liu Zhenli, he is in the best condition and can best deal with accidents.
Snapped!
Suddenly a skinny hand grabbed his sleeve.
Banxia was not surprised, she just lowered her head, looked at the old monk who used his last remaining strength to catch him, and expressed doubts in his eyes.
Ku Jue's breath was already very weak, and he was vomiting blood: "Don't let him... see it!"
Banxia thought for a while: "Okay, if you think it is necessary."
Ku Jue then closed her eyes, but her skinny hand was still tightly grasping the sleeve of Pinellia ternata, as if this could slow down Pinellia ternata's steps.
The translucent flame started from the palm that refused to let go and spread to the entire Tao body.
Ta-ta-ta-ta...
Blood rained from the sky.
Whose heart did it knock on?
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…
Ku Jue's eyes closed and he could finally rest.
Jiang Wang's eyes were opened, and he had to face the world.
The so-called glimpse of fate is conveyed in the eyes like this.
Master Ku Ming, the abbot of Xuankong Temple, used his unique means to allow him to enter Ku Jue's fate and watch Ku Jue's last moments. He saw the story that was submerged in the long river and should have been submerged in the river of time.
He has never felt pain so close, nor...so far away.
Four years ago, when he walked out of the Life Monument, what was floating in the sky was this rain of blood.
The Taoist priest named Banxia, holding an oil-paper umbrella, walked out of the bloody rain, showing the posture of a real person from Shangguo.
At that time, he still thought, could it be that the sorrow of heaven and earth related to Zhuang Gaoxian fell from the underworld to the outside world?
It turned out that it rained twice that day.
A rain falls in the story, and a rain falls in the memory.
He wants to become famous all over the world, and a true-killing battle is enough to be recorded in the annals of history.
That yellow-faced old monk was one against six... no one knew, no one knew.
There is only a lonely rain of blood.
Green smoke was lingering, and the two people sitting opposite each other were a little blurry in the smoke.
The abbot of Xuankong Temple is a Zen of hardship.
The pure depth of Sanbao Mountain is also like a clay statue.
The abbot saw that Jiang Wang's eyes were deep, not showing any emotion at this moment, like a bottomless black hole, swallowing up all the light.
He wanted to say something, but remained silent.
"Where is Jingli?" Jiang Wang's voice was a little hoarse.
Kuming said: "After Kujue's accident, Kubing went to the Dragon Palace and brought Jingli back to the mountain gate. After crying for a few days, he started to attack Dongzhen and wanted to take revenge alone. I locked him up and didn't want him.
Go and die—do you want to see him?”
"No need. Don't tell him that I have been here." Jiang Wang said slowly: "Let him continue to retreat. He is too naive. Real people are still small in this world."
"Ku Jue has one last letter. I'll give it to you when I really can't hide it anymore." Ku Ming said, taking out a thin letter from his arms and putting it on the long desk.
He spoke earnestly and sincerely: "How about real people? I was lucky enough to attain the path of evolution and reach the so-called peak, but I always feel insignificant."
Of course Jiang Wang understood.
Jiang Wang also knew very well what a behemoth the Central Great View Empire was.
In the world, no matter the great powers of Qin and Chu, or the great sects of the ages, who is not under its shadow?
Back when Meng Tianhai was in trouble, Song Boti said that if Meng Tianhai dared to take Yun Mengzhou by force, he would be beaten to death even if he escaped from the world of mortals.
If the state of Chu has such confidence, then how powerful the Central Jing state, which is number one in the world, must be!
How Meng Tianhai failed in the end, he could see clearly on the front line of the disaster. The Emperor Jingwen who left his name on the gate of the world of mortals was the first person to be transcendent since the beginning of the Dao calendar.
The power of Jingguo is so strong that it makes people suffocate, and it is so strong that the whole world is silent.
So he didn't ask a question from beginning to end - why did the Xuankong Temple do nothing? Or, what should the Xuankong Temple do?
Is Xuankong Temple willing to admit this?
So what if you just don’t recognize it?
Kujue has left the Xuankong Temple.
Before Kujue set out, he was already prepared to die.
He was standing in front of the Six Friends of Jingtian as the Kujue of Sanbaoshan, and had nothing to do with Xuankong Temple.
Jiang Wang did not speak, but silently picked up the letter - the last letter left by Ku Jue.
That scrawled handwriting seems so kind now.
And this letter is different from all the previous ones.
The envelope reads: Jingshen personally expresses it.
These four words were written seriously and politely.
But the first sentence on the letter was - Little bastard, are you going to be a fool again?
Jiang Wang could almost see the yellow-faced old monk with his arms akimbo and yelling curses, but after all, it was only "almost".
It is too difficult for real people in this world to deceive themselves.
Apart from these words, there is nothing in front of me.
But can you really say that there is nothing?
He looked down——
"From the first day I met you, I've been trying to persuade you this way and that way. For so many years, you haven't listened to a good word! I checked your zodiac sign, and it's not a donkey. Why is the back of your head so full?
Are you being rebellious? Do you want to be angry to death and take away my inheritance from Sanbao Mountain?"
"That's it, I've given up on it before! I'm a magnanimous teacher and won't argue with you, a brat like you."
"I want to tell you one last thing. If you listen to me honestly, I can still count you as a prodigal son."
"If you still recognize me, you are not allowed to avenge me. I come happily and go happily. Life and death are free and have nothing to do with anyone."
"If you dare to disobey orders...I will expel you from Sanbao Mountain! You are not my disciple while you are alive, and you cannot worship my grave after death! Since you are not my disciple, what qualifications do you have to avenge me? Master Chu Mingming, wash your hands.
Go to sleep!"
"If you don't follow me in this matter, I will die with my eyes closed. How can Shu Ziguo be so unfilial?"
"If you are obedient, put on some clothes and take me back to your home. Don't leave me in Xuankong Temple. We have nothing to do with them."
"Take good care of your senior brother Jingli."
"Buddha is exhausted, so I'll stop here."
A thin piece of paper with a few lines of short words. Jiang Wang looked at it for a long time.
He finally folded the letter up neatly, put it back in the envelope, and carefully put the letter away close to his body. Then he said: "According to the last wish of Master Kujue... Do you have any clothes in the temple?"
?”
Ku Ming took out an old small rattan box and placed it gently on the long desk: "He doesn't care much about what he wears. He doesn't have many clothes. He only has these few sets, which Jingli sewed for him. You can take them all."
"
Jiang Wang put his hand on the rattan box, rubbed it for a while, and said in an incomprehensible tone: "I just remembered today that I have never bought him new clothes."
Ku Ming said slowly: "He often shows off to us the gifts you sent him a few years ago."
Jiang Wang put the rattan box away and bowed to Ku Ming: "Jiang Wang Meng Lang, I have offended you a lot today... I won't disturb all the eminent monks for their spiritual cultivation."
Ku Ming said: "If Ku Jue has a soul in heaven, his greatest hope must be that you and Jing Li are safe and sound."
Jiang Wang nodded slightly, not sure if he heard it or not.
He stood up, left the abbot's quiet room, and left the Xuankong Temple without saying any unnecessary words.
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The spring in Xingyueyuan is extremely beautiful, with flowers blooming everywhere and the fragrance filling the clouds.
The atmosphere in Bai Yujing Restaurant is cheerful today, because Boss Jiang brought back many gifts, and everyone has a share. And from the perspective of shopkeeper Bai, these gifts are not simple and are of great value.
As the holder and writer of the restaurant's account books, Mr. Bai couldn't help but feel a little worried. He checked the jade belt around his waist again and again, but didn't dare to put it on directly. He asked cautiously: "You suddenly gave me such a gift."
Expensive things mean you have to break up and run away, right?"
"You are the one who has the most trouble every day!" Jiang Dongjia stretched out his hand: "If you don't want it, just give it back to me."
Bai Yuxia buckled the belt with a snap.
"Hey, is it my turn?" Jiang An'an looked at it for a long time, but couldn't wait any longer. Everyone in the restaurant had collected their gifts, and I wanted to say a few words to them one by one - first, give me, Jiang An'an's
After you bring the gift, why don’t you go chat with me?
Chu Yao was also watching eagerly, but after all, he did not dare to jump up and urge him like the young master. He just kept walking back and forth in front of the master, hoping to awaken the master-disciple friendship.
"How can I miss you?" Jiang Wang smiled: "Close your eyes, I will give you a surprise."
Jiang Anan closed her beautiful eyes with a happy face: "Are you ready?"
Jiang Wang said gently: "Come and see if you like it."
Jiang Anan opened her eyes excitedly and saw... a wall of books.
Big and thick books, like square bricks, formed a wall in front of her!
"How's it going?" Jiang Wang said with a 'you've earned it' expression: "The Tiandu Collector's Edition of "The Sword of History Cuts the Sea"! There is nothing new in the world, and reading history can be wise! I spent a lot of effort to get it
,isn’t it a surprise?”
Chu Yao was already wandering around, wandering to the back of the crowd, and was trying to swing out of the door, but was carried back by Bai Yuxia with a bad smile.
Jiang Anan reluctantly raised the corners of her mouth: "Ah, what a surprise."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, why don't you look so good? You are a big girl, why are you still so restless?" Jiang Wang teased, "Did the brotherhood only prepare "Swordsman Cuts the Sea" for you? You don't want to either
think!"
Jiang Anan was so angry that she came over and hit him, but with a smile on her face: "You are so annoying. Take out my real gift!"
"Here, this is the set of "Universal Prairie Language"!" Jiang Wang took out another pile of books from the storage box, piled them in front of Jiang An'an, and said with a smile: "You still need to make up for your Prairie Language. Last time
Brother Rucheng said that what you said was not very standard... This is a brand new hardcover edition compiled by the Great Shepherd Empress herself!"
The smile on Jiang Anan's face disappeared, and her mouth slowly became deflated.
"Hey, aren't you going to cry? You're fourteen years old!" Jiang Wang was still laughing.
Jiang Anan didn't want to cry at first, but the tears really rolled down her face.
"Hey!" Jiang Wang panicked: "I'm kidding! I'm kidding you! This kid! You!"
He immediately held out a beautifully carved and luxuriously decorated sword box: "This is your gift!"
He grabbed Jiang An'an's hand and put it on the sword box: "Knock and look at the material! Touch and look at the carving skills! Beautiful, isn't it? The box is all handmade by famous artists! Open it and take a look, I'm sure you'll like it!"
Jiang Anan sobbed, but still caught the sword box with both hands.
Jiang Wang continued to introduce it diligently: "This is the sword your brother Lianque made for you. It took three years of refining to make it. I'll bring it to you right away...you open it and take a look."
Jiang Anan's long eyelashes trembled, shaking away the last tears, and then opened the sword box——
The room was instantly filled with splendor.
Lying in the box is a snow-colored sheathed long sword. The sword frame looks like a pair of outstretched wings, the sword head looks like a phoenix crown, and the lines of the sheath are very simple, like two crane feathers, which are elegant and graceful.
Jiang Anan liked it so much that she slowly pulled the sword out of its sheath, and saw a pool of snow-colored shadows. There seemed to be a glimmer of shadow on it, but if you look closer, it was extremely transparent. Only when you look at it for the third time can you find it.
, there are four Tao characters engraved on the spine of the sword, which flicker and appear, as misty as a red shadow.
The word says: Shining on the snow and startling the giant.
"What a beautiful sword!" Lian Yuchan couldn't help but praise it from the side.
This sword is indeed so beautiful that it looks like a human creation.
Jiang Anan sheathed his sword, smiled through his tears, and said: "Thank you, brother, and thank you, brother Lianque! I will write a letter later to thank him again!"
Jiang Wang looked at her with a smile: "I was crying just now!"
Jiang An'an hit him again: "It's not you. You went too far. You deliberately made me angry!"
"Our An'an has really grown up." Jiang Wang looked at his sister, sighed inexplicably, and said warmly: "I originally wanted to wait until you were older before handing it to you, but after thinking about it, I
An'an is very sensible and must know how to face life.
"Fourteen-year-old Jiang Wang, holding a sword and fighting against others in the bandits' den, just wants to earn a pulse-opening pill as soon as possible, but he still doesn't know what it is like to be extraordinary. Fourteen-year-old Jiang An'an has already reached the perfection of Zhou Tian, touching
Heaven and Earth Gate. You are much stronger than I was back then!
"But An'an, my brother hopes you understand - the sword in your hand is a sword that can kill people. It's not just beautiful. You have to understand its weight and don't take drawing the sword too easily."
